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Posted by Christopher Waldrop
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Sir Arthur C. Clarke’s Tales From The White Hart is an entertaining collection of stories
in which character Harry Purvis tells a series of tall tales, covering such subjects as ray guns (explaining how supposedly a working ray gun was once built for a Hollywood science fiction movie), virtual reality (including perhaps the first ever written account of virtual sex), and the way a computer programmer gets back at his boss by rewriting computer code. Not to mention a tale of the invention of the ultimate silencer.
All set within the White Hart pub, a place which, like most London pubs, can only be found by those who aren’t looking for it, the stories take us all over the world, and were in fact written by Clarke as he hopped around the world, from New York to Sydney to Miami to Colombo. He still lives in Colombo, Sri Lanka, eagerly waiting for technology to catch up with his visions, which it will eventually do.

When I wrote the first “Guy Walks Into A Bar” post last week, I was thinking primarily of two bars created by science fiction writers: The Draco Tavern, created by Larry Niven, and Arthur C. Clarke’s The White Hart. As I was doing some research, though, I found that there is, in the words of reviewer Aaron Hughes, a science fiction “sub-genre” of tavern stories. Hughes doesn’t mention Clarke’s book, but he does recommend Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon. My research also led me to the book Tales From The Spaceport Bar, as well as Dan L. Hollifield’s shared universe of a place called the Mare Inebrium (that’s “drunk sea” to those of you who don’t speak Latin). Mr. Hollifield has an archive with all existing stories, as well as an offer for writers to submit their own stories.
It’s an intriguing idea: a little like a regular neighborhood tavern where anybody who has a story of their own to tell can share it. And a place where everybody knows your name.
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