First Edition
Published by
OTTERBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS, at Wrykyn, in Arcadia, in the year of Sophia the Wise, 83
A Note from Dr. Alan Fallaize
As Arcadia knows, the late Professor Devindra Vale, at the end of her life, was at work on the final proofs of an annotated edition of SNOTTY SAVES THE DAY. This book, on the surface a mere fairy tale of the adventures of a very unappealing boy, was originally found, though missing key chapters, in the archives at Eisler Hall, as the ancient Legendus Snottianicus. Professor Vale, along with Professor Joyanna Bender Boyce-Flood and the students of Bel Regina College, spent years translating the text, only to find the book in its entirety, translated, in the papers of our late queen, Sophia the Wise.
At the time of her death two years ago, Professor Vale was giving the book a further, final study, adding her own scholarly footnotes. Though they are incomplete, we believe they are important enough to warrant inclusion. We have also included an early draft of a foreword that was found among her papers.
May this book move her—our—work forward. May it lead to more answers in this crucial line of inquiry.
I would like to thank Shiva and Walter Todhunter for their support and assistance in preparing this edition. Also thanks to Professors Joyanna Bender Boyce-Flood, Chloe Watson, and Malcolm Sivia for their invaluable comments on the presentation of the manuscript, as well as their aid in compiling a bibliography.
Most especially, my thanks go to the late Professor Devindra Vale, who taught me—at times, in spite of myself—to stay on the side of Truth.
May the side of Truth, always, win in the end.
Alan Fallaize
In the year of Sophia the Wise, 83 AE
St. Vitus’s College
Foreword To SNOTTY SAVES THE DAY
by Professor Devindra Vale
Years ago, before the civil war that presently devastates our country—before, even, the fatal events that led to it—it was my honor to be tasked by our first queen, Lily the Silent, to undertake the immense task of restructuring our educational system. A task indeed! But one which all in Arcadia were aware had been long overdue.
It took more than thirty years. Those of us on the committee were young and idealistic, but by the end of the process we were old. Both Lily the Silent and her daughter the Great Queen, Sophia the Wise, were dead, and our country stood at the brink of disaster. This disaster, we now know with the benefit of hindsight, could have been prevented. But we were blind.
It is the vocation and the duty of the educator to educate. To what purpose? This would seem obvious: to provide a better life for the community. Yet this did not seem obvious to us when we began this task. It does not seem obvious to some of us now.
As is well known, there was one point on which, after laborious research and exhaustive discussion, we all agreed. All of us, scientists, historians, classicists, rhetoricians, mathematicians, and theologians involved in the New Subjectivity, for too long and quite artificially had divided up the world into the parts that formed our disciplines. A series of discoveries in both the sciences and the arts (see Prof. Chloe Watson, An Elegant Theory of the Contiguity of Theater Arts and Neurobiology [year 14]; Prof. Joyanna Bender Boyce-Flood, History or Physics: A False Dichotomy [year 17 after the Heavy Rains] and Journey to the Center of an Illusion [year 25]; Dr. Malcolm Sivia, Connection: A Personal Journey of Discovery, Love, and Loss [year 59], and many more) proved beyond a doubt the essential unity of our world. And this discovery comes in spite of—or perhaps because of—the determined opposition of the followers of Prof. Aspern Grayling (Twelve Points Against the Existence of Unity [year 41]). Alas that the search for truth should have been subordinate to political considerations, but perhaps this is always so, in every world. Perhaps this, too, is a biological truth. It deserves more study, and all of us, all New Subjectivists, should be grateful to the Neofundamentalist school for providing us a whetstone on which to sharpen our thought. And we have thought. We have thought, and we have discovered.
We have discovered through hard data that by studying the world by its parts we had missed the larger truth of its whole. But this discovery may have come too late. There are many who believe that we work in an Ivory Tower that has nothing to do with politics or international affairs. But the new discoveries disprove this. As is usual, the cautious and precise work of the academic world goes too fast for the so-called Men and Women of Action.
If we are too fast for them, we have always been too slow for the world of art. Another key discovery of the First Reign, the key discovery, was this now well-known fact: stories, especially those told to children, hold the greatest secrets of our universe. This is a point I need not belabor, it having been so often and so definitively proved, most concisely in Dr. Alan Fallaize’s classic work, On the Discovery of Biological Truths in Fairy Tales (year 61). (Note: see particularly his work on the biological need for equity.)
I myself have spent the last sixty years of my career studying these stories. Of late, my studies and my theorizing have taken on an urgency they lacked in more peaceful times. Long hours, late nights, spent poring over the most ancient texts to be found in the libraries of such bastions of Arcadian civilization as Mumford, Eopolis, Amaurote, and, of course, Wrykyn, have led me to believe, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that the only possible solution to our present social breakdown is to be found in the old books. The Legendus Snottianicus, found in fragments in the archives of Eisler Hall and translated by Prof. Bender Boyce-Flood, hinted that it held a key. When it was discovered that the copy of SNOTTY SAVES THE DAY found in the library of Sophia the Wise after her death was a whole, translated version of the same legend, I knew it needed study of the most profound kind. I have attempted such a study.
Expecting little response from a population in an uproar of xenophobia, fundamentalism, and obsession with a sterile technology (alas that my Neofundamentalist colleagues are included in this condemnation), I nevertheless have decided to publish my findings. No attention will be paid now. But the book will be done, will be distributed in no matter how limited an academic manner, will be there. It will be there for the next generation, no matter how battered, maimed, and small, to read, to use as another tool in the onerous task of digging themselves out of the mire to which we, the present custodians of Arcadia, have led them. The thought of this goes some small way to assuaging the awful guilt that keeps me awake most nights of what should have been a tranquil old age.
If it is not tranquil, it is my own fault.
I should have seen. I should have known. I should have spoken. But, like the rest of us, I was a coward. I was afraid to be wrong. I was afraid to be laughed at. I was afraid to be seen as a fool.
No more.
Here, then, is SNOTTY SAVES THE DAY, long thought to be a minor work by an unknown writer, a story not entirely successful, mainly because of the horrid nature of the hero, the Snotty in question. He is a repellent brat, and what little criticism there has been of this till now mostly ignored work has focused on the difficulty of relating to such a child as the protagonist.
Subsequent scholarship has found, unsettlingly, that it is just the story of this child that is the
