I am also in the midst of reading a lot more books but they’ve somewhat cycled out of the daily rotation, whereas the three listed above are the current “in-progress” reads.
My backburner books are Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (a book I’m planning to teach this Fall semester), A Midsummer Night’s Dream (see the Alice parenthetical), The House of Mirth (also a work book), and the Collected Fantasies Vol. 2 of Clark Ashton Smith (NOT a work book).
Sometimes I worry that I’m reading books for the sake of marking them off my list, reading as quickly and as relentlessly as I can. So far this summer I’ve finished twelve books. I enjoyed them all, but I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I didn’t absorb them as well as I could have.
I’m not sure of the remedy. I read so quickly because I have so many books I want to read. I try to “read at whim” as Alan Jacobs suggests, but sometimes that “whim” is dictated by what I need to read for work, or what feels like it could be useful for work. Or what the book club wants to read. Or what I feel I “need” to read because it’s been on the shelf for so long.
So maybe I don’t read at whim at all. Which might be why I feel that pressure. I am reading less at whim and more haphazardly, I guess. Whatever falls in my lap, whatever I need to read for work, whatever attracts me like a shiny object attracting a cat. And then the books I REALLY want to read (so I tell myself), end up going unread.
But none were right. I remembered the book was about a group of young people sucked into a role-playing game, but with each foray into these old 1970s/80s paperbacks, I grew less and less confident that I would find the right book, the one from my faded and unreliable memories.
I knew it had a blue cover.
I knew it had people from our world transported into a fantasy game.*
I knew it had to be from the late eighties or early nineties because I read it when I was roughly ten or eleven.
And I knew that it had seemed a bit too “old” for me at the time. Like, I remember the choices of the characters and the conflicts making me feel somewhat uncomfortable at times. I don’t know if it was relationship/sex-type stuff, or just moral grayness, but I remember keeping my reading on the QT. Or maybe I was embarrassed by the role-playing aspect, something I wasn’t sure my parents would approve of…
But over the years, as I’ve Googled what I could remember and crawled through message boards and blog posts, I simply couldn’t find the right book.
Honestly, I figured it must have been one of the aforementioned books and my memories were just faulty or making shit up.
And yet… the niggling feeling in the back of brain wouldn’t go away. I still wanted to know… still wanted to find the book…
Reader, I think I’ve found it.
I’m not sure why my morning scroll through Pinterest looking for old Dragon Magazine covers and fairy tale fantasy illustrations made me think of this book again, or my quest to find it, but I decided to do another round of Google searches and see what might come up.
The keywords were the usual: “portal fantasy,” “role-playing game,” “dice magic,” “1980s,” and yet, for whatever reason, this time, I lighted upon an rpg message board where someone had asked a similar question: Looking for a book… kids transported into a game… can’t remember the title… etc.
I scrolled through the thread. Same old, same old. Quag Keep. The Sleeping Dragon.
And then. Could it be this series by Kevin J. Anderson? Gamearth series? Gamearth, Game Play, Game’s End?
As soon as I saw the title, Game Play, it was like a little chink in my stone wall plunked out, and then the whole edifice crumbled.
Game Play.
I looked it up.
Blue cover.
An RPG that comes to life.
Kids from our world.
Came out in 1989. I would’ve been eight. Maybe nine when I encountered it.
And that cover. It gave me the shivers. Familiar and strange. Like deja vu or a memory or a dream.
*Apparently, my memory is a little faulty because I’m not sure the kids from our world go INTO the game, but instead, the game comes to life. But everything else from the book description sounds bang on. Even the names–Melanie, David, Hexworld–sound right.
A memory conjured from a darkened abyss. Hexworld. Game Play. The blue cover.
I have to find a copy now and read it. Anderson has republished the series but with revisions, so I don’t want to read the newer version. I want the old 1989 one. The one from my childhood.
I am almost 100% certain it will not live up to my memory of it. I don’t even think I liked it as a kid, only that it captivated and intrigued me. It felt weirdly forbidden when I was ten (eight? nine?). I know it will not seem so forbidden or “adult” now to the real-adult me, but I don’t care. I have to find a copy and read it.
I think, at long last, I have found the forgotten book. My quest is nearly complete.
Just goes to show what a fantasy novel, even a probably so-so fantasy novel, can mean to a kid.
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