The Fata Morgana was not expected to kill her lover. Still, the idea was not unattractive. It was just one of those thoughts that came to one. Like checking under the bed to see if life had coalesced from the dust balls, or “When my nose itches someone is thinking of me.” The goddess stopped to scratch her nose. “In days past and forever lost, my frenzied women would have lapped up the blood and torn pieces of the bridegroom, tidying. Consummation, then the meal—the wedding feast.” Things here were not as they had been, yet ever so often she hankered after the thudding hooves, horn tips dipped crimson in the blood of a careless bull-dancer. “They took such delight in the killing and forgot me at the end. Thus is the practice of exile. I would really rather have had my own snowplow or a little red truck.”
When she departed, she had gone all at once and unannounced. Her altars were found empty, her sacred likenesses shattered or disappeared. Censers were left swinging in their gimbals as horror-stricken votaries fled, sandals flapping, into the night to rouse the priestesses. “Oh, I have my favorites from the old days: pocket clay venuses from the time when speech was new and I was unquestioned. From among the heart-wrenching utterances of rude devotion and abject submission I brought a favorite not so humble—a sixty-cubit image of ivory and hammered gold.”
The Fata Morgana had always been fond of its fierce golden gaze. “It bankrupted a satrapy in Asia Minor,” she said.
The Return of the Orange Virgin was first published online as a serial novel—32 monthly chapters lofted over three years (2006, 2007 and 2008). During a lengthy writing process I had raided the manuscript for ideas and characters for short stories. And the stories were being published. Maybe I’d give it another try. In spite of being made unpublishable by my swiping great globs of the tale for other stories, I thought The Return of the Orange Virgin might have traveled well. Had it matured like fine wine while no one was looking? I went back to check the MS. Nope—still cottage cheese, not cordon bleu. Hence, an all-round revision seemed the only proper way to treat a Lady. Some suggested that I was wasting time more properly set by for chasing dust bunnies around the spare bedrooms (see There’s Life in the Old Girl Yet).
The original Orange Virgin received 11,375 hits by the posting of the final chapter—among them those hit or miss Google searches that bring up individual chapters, random images, etc. As with the original OV, this conflated novella version (205 pages in the trade paperback) tended to change as chapters were trimmed and rewritten. Considerable excess poundage (22,000 words) has departed Planet Earth to circle forever in the cybersphere. Bye.
Secondly, a hearty, manly handshake for the persistent readers who stayed with the original Orange Virgin during its first web upload. Thanks for your patience; you guys kept me going. The inconsistencies, logical absurdities and plain-out wrong-headedness demonstrated by the author (as when a personage may emerge many chapters after her introduction only to disappear altogether without a why or wherefore) have been lessened, and/or expunged as The Orange Virgin was conflated to fit inside the covers of Platterland, a collection of tales that saw publication in late 2010.
And thirdly, splendiferous thanks to Benito Gallego for permission to use his Morgana (above) as the Orange Virgin’s title page decoration.
Have fun reading The Return of the Orange Virgin—I did with the writing and the re-writing. Think of it as a hypertext puzzle box.
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