Star Wolves Memories

When I was eight, one of my favorite books was StarWolf by Edmond Hamilton.

Not a brilliant Science Fiction book but I read and reread it.


It makes sense: the hero, like me, was culturally ill-fitting and had to deal with his identity issues.

He was not a Jewish pre-tween with a Polish name living in a country that reminded me my name was not French nor my religion Catholic on a regular basis;  and had a complex WWII History....The hero, Chane was a human raised by extraterrestrials, the so called Star Wolves, after his biological parents, missionaries of sorts, died soon under the weight of the staggering gravity of the Star Wolves' planet. Chane had grown, the only human, in this awesome but hostile environment. Stronger than other humans but weaker than the Star Wolves...or was he?

That spoke to me.

Loups Des Etoiles

I actually just dreamt of this book.

In a plane to Los Angeles.

A plane where sleeping or blogging is an excellent choice.

Judge for yourself:  on my immediate left, a young man is watching a TV-MA program, profoundly mortifying the teenager in the middle seat next to him. The teen is sandwiched between nudity watcher and I think his mother---an identity crisis right there too. 

The teen's discomfort is palpable to me in a cringy way. 

I'm not saying anything because my inner Don Quixote has to take breaks or I fizzle.  I am not the world's watcher. At least not for things like that.

In any case...I dreamt of this book probably because Chewbacca died and it's May 4th and May the Fourth be with you etc....My brain went from the Star Wars to the Star Wolves in one short dance step.

Another reason I loved that book was the prescient adventure where (and my memory is very probably distorting this plot) Chane happens on a device that allows for space travel to the furthest confines of the Galaxy. 

Not in a spaceship, no... as a soul traveling like a light particle through the stars, seeing their symphonies and dances etc....going from one place to the other in a wink. The lesson was (again I may be confabulating) that such a device had brought down an entire planet/civilization when people had started traveling in space, leaving their bodies to wither away behind them.

The guy to my right is watching sports on his phone; I'm blogging. The TV-MA watcher is going strong to my left and the teen next to him is furiously absorbing himself in a video game. The mom is playing phone solitaire, oblivious to her son's drama. 

Not space travel but not good for bodies either. Our postures, like my coach Reuben would say...

Back to my nap; and my dreams.

Till Later with Love,

Anne