DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN?
How about now?
How about now?
I am asking you if know the story of Barty Anderson, cult cable phenomenon?! The story of the greatest living (?) american hero: survivalist, paranormal expert and unbelievably snappy dresser. The story that was on everybody's lips for a brief period in the late 90s, and then again in 2003. And then again in 2007. And then again in 1974 (time machine explosion). There were times when you couldn't wander into a back-woodsman's bar without hearing the name Barty Anderson whispered in hushed, reverent tones. Now, his legacy has almost been forgotten - until today!
Barty Fever, as it became known, reached its low but imposing peak with an explosion of conspiracy sites, underground survivalist bars, above-ground survivalist bars, above-ground survivalist swimming pools, and a compelling series of 'zine publications which faithfully recorded the adventures of Barty, as dictated by the man himself.
The small but discerning audience thrilled to tales of derring-do such as Bigfoot's Boon, the Cave of the Yetis, and Barty meets Blackula.
But by far the most memorable, and most popular, excerpt from his memoirs was the penultimate volume - Barty at the Abominable Academy. Credited with reintroducing children and illiterate truck drivers to the joys of the written word, at the time of its release the hysterical fervour of his fans forced the already reclusive literary giant into a hermit-like existence. This tale of Barty's exploits in the yeti educational system struck an unexpected chord in the reading public. Audiences loved the homely, glacier-encrusted setting, the unexpected (some said 'hallucinogenically surreal') touches of magic, and, of course, the hairy but instantly relatable characters. Who among us could forget wise old Professor MacGrundle
impulsive, lovable Vincent
or Barty's closest friend and confidant, Mr Biscuits?
Sadly, little remains of one of the great success stories of independent publishing - all known extant copies of Barty at the AA are believed to have been burnt during one of the sadly prolific 'brew'-icide pacts popular amongst survivalists during the turn of the century madness.
But what, asks the discerning reader, what has this to do with me? Well I'll tell you.
Tell me, MSPA.
Tell me about your fanyetis