{"id":4798,"date":"2022-12-12T19:08:34","date_gmt":"2022-12-13T02:08:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/?p=4798"},"modified":"2022-12-12T19:59:53","modified_gmt":"2022-12-13T02:59:53","slug":"now-available-the-camels-question","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/?p=4798","title":{"rendered":"Now Available: &#8220;The Camel&#8217;s Question&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Camels-Question-Jeff-Duntemann-ebook\/dp\/B0BPRH27NP\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img src= \"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/CamelCover_500_wide.jpg\" style= \"TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto\" height=\"750\" alt=\"CamelCover-500 wide.jpg\" width=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Listen, young ones, for I, Hanekh, am a very old camel, and may not be alive to tell this tale much longer. Listen, and remember. If I leave nothing else behind but a spotty hide and yellow bones, I wish to leave this.&#8221;<\/p>\n<hr id=\"hr\" \/>\n<p>So begins my latest ebook publication, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Camels-Question-Jeff-Duntemann-ebook\/dp\/B0BPRH27NP\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;The Camel&#8217;s Question .&#8221;<\/a> It&#8217;s now available on Amazon for 99c. It&#8217;s a short story, not a novel, and won&#8217;t taken you more than ten or fifteen minutes to read. There is a story behind the story, so what better place to tell it than here?<\/p>\n<p>In the spring of 1966, when I was in eighth grade, we were tasked to write a Christmas story. It wasn&#8217;t required to be fiction, but it had to be about Christmas. So in longhand on yellow paper I wrote a story I called &#8220;Master Melchior and Me.&#8221; It was about the camels that carried the Three Wise Men to Bethlehem. We read our papers aloud in class, and when I finished reading mine, the class applauded. I had apparently touched a nerve.<\/p>\n<p>I began with the title, which was inspired by a 1953 Disney animated short, <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Ben_and_Me\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;Ben and Me&#8221;<\/a> about the humorous adventures of a mouse living in Ben Franklin&#8217;s house. I actually pictured it as Disney-style animation. Remember that I was 13, and &#8220;young for my age.&#8221; I was writing fiction already by 8th grade, and tended to picture it in my head as cartoon animation. I think I intended to make it humor, but as has happened so often with me, my subconscious had other ideas. The story was serious but upbeat, about a lesson one of the camels learned from the Christ Child.<\/p>\n<p>Jump ahead a few years, to the fall of 1972. My father was battling cancer and losing, My poor mother was worn out by both working as a nurse, and nursing my father past the crude, debilitating, and ultimately futile radiation treatments. I wanted to give her something that would get her mind off her troubles for a few minutes. I was a junior in college and by then had taken a lot of literature courses. I realized that I had written a fable, which is an ancient literary form in which animals are made to think and talk like humans to put across a moral.<\/p>\n<p>By 1972 I had already lost the original handwritten manuscript, so I started at the beginning and told it again, having in the meantime grown mostly to adulthood and written a lot of things, fiction and nonfiction. I didn&#8217;t like the title, as Master Melchior at best played a background role. But I didn&#8217;t know what to call it, so I kept the original title. The story, however, was lengthened, deepened, and in some respects moved a hair to one side of being a true fable.<\/p>\n<p>It didn&#8217;t matter. I gave the typewritten manuscript to my mother as a Christmas gift, and she was deeply moved by it. The typescript went into her dresser, and Gretchen and I found it after mother died in 2000. I scanned it, OCRed it, cleaned it up a little (but surprisingly little, after 50 years of additional practice telling stories) and gave it a new title: &#8220;The Camel&#8217;s Question.&#8221; Of the three camels, two are fairly ordinary. The third&#8211;well, he&#8217;s a skeptic and a contrarian, and asks a great many questions about the world and its workings, and the men who dominate the world and the lives of camels.<\/p>\n<p>One of those questions is a doozy.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s where I hand the baton back to you. The story&#8217;s out there if you&#8217;re interested. It sat in a box for literally fifty years. Better late than never, I guess. It&#8217;s dedicated to my mother, who suffered far too much but never failed me in any way. It&#8217;s only the third story I&#8217;ve ever written with no fantastic elements in it.<\/p>\n<p>Ok, ok. Talking camels. I did the best I could with what I had.<\/p>\n<p>Thanks in advance to all who buy it and read it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Listen, young ones, for I, Hanekh, am a very old camel, and may not be alive to tell this tale much longer. Listen, and remember. 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