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eBook Category: Alternate History Hugo Award Nominee
eBook Description: 1890s Paris: A group of fringe artists, writers, and musicians--headed by notorious oddball Alfred Jarry--use the new technology of filmmaking to expose hypocrisy within the French Military in a new telling of the infamous Dreyfus Affair. [This story is also available in Howard Waldrop's collection Dream Factories and Radio Pictures].

eBook Publisher: Electricstory.com, Published: Night of the Cooters, 1990
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2001

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Words: 15288
Reading time: 43-61 min.
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They said their goodbyes at the front gate of the Montreuil house. Pablo had already gone, having a hot date with anyone at a certain street address, on his kangaroo bicycle; Rousseau walked the two blocks to catch an omnibus; Satie, as was his wont, strode off into the night at a brisk pace whistling an Aristide Bruant tune; he sometimes walked twenty kilometers to buy a piece of sheet music without a second thought.

Marcel's coachman waited. Jarry stood atop the Méliès wall, ready to step onto his ordinary. Georges and Madame had already gone back up the walkway.

Then Marcel made a Proposal to Alfred, which, if acted upon, would take much physical activity and some few hours of their time.

"We are touched by many things lately," said Jarry. "We fear we grow sentimental. Thank you for your kind attention, Our Dear Marcel, but we must visit the theater, later to meet with Pablo to paint scenery, and our Royal Drug Larder runs low. We thank you, though, from the bottom of our heart, graciously."

And he was gone, silently, a blur under each gas lamp he passed.

For some reason, during the ride back to Faubourg Ste.-Germain, Marcel was not depressed as he usually was when turned down. He too, hummed a Bruant song. The coachman joined in.

Very well, very well, thought Proust. We shall give them a Dreyfus they will never forget.