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The Inspiration Behind FLANN!
A Quirky Local Legend
The story of Flintabatty Flonatin was originally told by JE Preston Muddock in the 1905 novel, “A Sunless City.” The first half of the book is an enjoyable addition to early science fiction, with a broad stroke of steampunk aesthetic that I found immediately appealing. The rest of the book is ... well, we'll call it a product of its time (some of the concepts did not age well), but the spirit of adventure is very much present in this tale of a man who sets out to delve beneath a bottomless lake and discover what lays at the centre of the world. My mom’s version of ol' Flinty's story was a little different from the original (I don’t remember her ever telling me about the people who spoke backwards, or Flonatin’s particular fondness for snuff), but the whole concept had me hooked. Looking out at the dense tangle of trees and rugged rock that make up the landscape, it was easy to imagine a lone explorer bravely piloting his metal fish through dangerous waters, making deals with mermaids, and ultimately, of course, finding an underwater city paved in gold. I made my mother tell me that story over, and over, and over … and over. Sorry, Mom. FLANN! might have started out as some unconnected doodles of steampunky characters tromping around in search of cryptids, but I quickly realized any search for the Sasquatch would land an intrepid explorer in my neck of the woods. It was the perfect excuse to explore my spin on a local legend that captivated a younger me, and continues to hold a special place in my heart. Quotes from "The Sunless City"
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"Flin laboured hard for the advancement of science, and when but a young man he became a Fellow of the "Society for the Exploration of Unknown Regions ..."
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"Trees, branches, creepers, undergrowth; all were stone. Petrified into hard, white rock."
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"His gun was a heavy double-barrelled one [...]
He had been a keen sportsman in his day, and accounted a good shot." |
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"[...] the poor fellow was bewildered and giddy, and sank down on a seat perfectly exhausted, while the lively girl fanned him with her amber handkerchief and laughed."
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About the AuthorAuthor and illustrator Danita Stallard has long been enthralled by the fantastical adventures of a certain gentleman who built a mechanical fish. She currently resides upon the Canadian Shield, where she spends too much time wandering the forest with her dog and acquiring interesting rocks (most of which are quartz).
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