Sep 30
Click for full imageAshton Comments: This accurately depicts the eponymous story, except I don’t recall the protagonist being described as the smuggest douche in the universe in an equally terrible shirt.
Published 1987
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September 30th, 2010 at 10:34 am
So is this book just about this guy trying to beat various unicorns at chess? Also I can only see one, where’s the other unicorns?
September 30th, 2010 at 10:39 am
It’s a collection of short stories, one of which is about a guy playing a unicorn at chess.
As I recall, the background is something like this:
Person A: Hey, I’m putting together a collection of stories about unicorns. Do you have any?
Zelazny: Hmm…
Person B: Hey, I’m putting together a collection of stories about chess games. Do you have any?
Zelazny: Ahh…
Person C: Hey, I’m putting together a collection of stories set in bars. Do you have any?
Zelazny: Well…
Person D: So, how’s life?
Zelazny: I’ve got three requests for short stories!
Person D: Why not write a story about a unicorn, playing a chess game, set in a bar? Then you can sell it to everyone!
September 30th, 2010 at 10:57 am
This is amazing. Yet it fills my head with so many questions it wants to explode.
Why are trolls drinking lager? Do monsters smoke? How the heck is that unicorn sitting?
GAHHHHHHH!
September 30th, 2010 at 11:07 am
“How the heck is that unicorn sitting? ”
- I have NO idea. Through a hole in the floor?
And that guy is such an insufferable smug bastard, the locals are of course going to drag him out into the alley, beat him up and take his money…
…unless, of course, he loses the game:
Man: “Ha! I win!”
Unicorn: “Ha yourself! My rook takes your knight!”
Man: “Uh…”
[Bar crowd roars with laughter]
September 30th, 2010 at 11:54 am
Someone is drinking a pint through a plastic straw. I’m thinking it’s the unicorn, since the drink’s at his/her/its/whatever’s elbow AND a pint glass is hard to lift with a hoof.
Also, the perspective seems a little off. As though the chessboard were floating above the table, and the table were supported by Pink Shirt’s right knee.
September 30th, 2010 at 12:25 pm
All Zelazny’s protags that I’ve read have been smug douches*. YMMV.
* the narrator of Night in the Lonesome October was not, but the actual protagonist seen through his eyes definitely was.
(Unrelatedly: @#2: Repton! I remember that!)
September 30th, 2010 at 1:21 pm
You make a good point. And all his protagonists share hobbies and interests with Zelazny himself. Hmmm…..
Actually I really like Corwin of Amber. But I really like everything about Amber.
September 30th, 2010 at 5:21 pm
That creature on the lower right seems to be drinking from the glass wrapped around his *lower* rather than his *upper* lip/beak. Won’t the beer end up all over the front of his chest?
September 30th, 2010 at 8:28 pm
You lot are only making fun of the unicorn because he’s black. RACISTS!
October 1st, 2010 at 1:24 am
For being such a smarmy looking so-and-so the guy has a really lame looking shirt on.
What’s up with the towel over the unicorn’s shoulder? Is he the barkeep and that’s for “cleaning” the glasses? If so how does he do that with hooves?
Maybe he’s just keeping it there so he can surrender ….
The whole thing makes my head hurt.
October 1st, 2010 at 4:35 am
By a happy coincidence, I read this short story about a month ago and still remember it quite fondly. It is indeed about a unicorn playing chess in a bar, and trust me that it makes sense in context.
And I am curious as heck as to *what* story the illustrator who painted this read. (The guys on the stools could be the sasquatches… I… guess… But those things with the orange snouts can’t possibly be meant to be the gryphons, can they? Does the artist even know what a gryphon is?)
October 2nd, 2010 at 8:14 am
Everybody in 1987 looked like that. And I’m referring to the smugness not just the shirt.
April 15th, 2011 at 4:30 am
One town’s very like another when your head’s down over your pieces, brother.
January 6th, 2013 at 12:43 am
@GK: don’t you know that when you Play at this level there’s no ordinary venue