Markets in everything Victorian novels starring Baron Trump edition

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In these books, the young German protagonist, Wilhelm Heinrich Sebastian Von Troomp, better known as Baron Trump, travels around and under the globe with his dog Bulger, meeting residents of as-of-yet undiscovered lands before arriving back home at Castle Trump. Trump is precocious, restless, and prone to get in trouble, with a brain so big that his head has grown to twice the normal size—a fact that, as we have seen, he mentions often. No one tells Trump that his belief that he looks great in traditional Chinese garb—his uniform for both volumes—is unwarranted.

Lockwood’s books are spring break meets Carmen Sandiego meets Jabberwocky; at the start of each story, Trump sets out eager to find new civilizations—and manages to get distracted by more than one lady along the way. One of the first places he visits in Travels and Adventures is the land of the toothless and nearly weightless Wind Eaters, who inflate to beach-ball size after a meal. They are generous hosts until Trump starts a fire. The intrigued Wind Eaters draw near, and promptly explode after the air they have ingested expands thanks to the flames. As Captain Go-Whizz, “a sort of leader among them,” chases the murderer, the dog Bulger bites one of the Wind Eaters until he deflates like a punctured balloon. The pair eventually escape, leaving the briefly betrothed Princess Pouf-fah without a mate, and Chief Ztwish-Ztwish and Queen Phew-yoo with many a funeral to plan.

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May be not much of a market ; not a single comment so far ........ repeats as farce.

People will believe anything. And beliefs, not rationality, are what motivate people to do what they do. At least that's what Thaler and Sunstein and behavioral economics inform us. "Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast," said the Queen. Time travel? Of course it's possible, no, it's probable. When one observes the followers of Trump, one can't help but notice the adulation, as they hang on his every utterance, no matter how nonsensical, as if Trump had cast a spell upon his followers. If any mortal were capable of time travel, it surely must be Trump.

I hope the dog's first name was Whitey.

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