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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Literary fable with a hint of Jorge Luis Borges. Suppose all the world's writers worked together (as one French critic actually suggested) and set their stories in the same imaginary city? Could the dream become real?

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Andromeda 2, ed. Peter Weston, 1977
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2004

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Words: 2326
Reading time: 6-9 min.
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The city's founder was forgotten in all but name, and even that was a matter for conjecture: it was only the popular imagination which deduced that the place must be named for him, for this hypothetical Butor. It was, however, certain that one man had founded the city. As is commonly the way of founders, he had not touched brick or stone, had not himself marked patterns in the Earth. This much is commonplace; the thing which made Butor unique among cities was that no one had yet laid solid foundations, though countless hands had laboured to bring it to perfection.

Butor was a city which was not and had never been; which was not to say that it might never be.

Martin stared across the endless, featureless sea. There were others on the ship, who of course knew the rich history of Butor; but despite the direction of this journey, no one showed excitement or interest, save himself No one made pilgrimages any more, partly because the logical goal of any pilgrimage was in theory unattainable. He was probably a fool to think otherwise.

The abrasive wind blew steadily from ahead, and gulls cried high in the air. Martin, half-hypnotized by the unchanging vista, thought dreamily of the city, recalling the legend of its founding. There had been a man, long ago, who may or may not have been called Butor; end he had founded his city on paper, setting out the half-crazed dream which drew men to the building. The dream was this: that writers might combine in the creation of a great fictional city which, serving as background for all the world's stories, might imprint itself on the human mind as a vision of remote glory; might one day dream its way into a reality, as architects and engineers were inspired by its multiplex myth....