Sam, of de pluterdag
English release: Where Were You Last Pluterday? Literal: Sam, or Pluterday
by Paul Van Herck
I’m often confused as to whether an author is being humorous or being artsy, but if
I’m not laughing a lot and it sounds a little like Kurt Vonnegut, then I assume it be
art or possibly satire. That’s the case here when science fiction writer Sam is put out
of a job because science fiction has been banned, all of which happens just as he falls
in love with the beautiful and carefree heiress Julie Vandermasten, who asks him to meet
her next Pluterday—and yes, there’s a time machine involved, too, because he needs to
go back after missing the Pluterday rendezvous.
Sam got out of his bed. “Pluterday!” he rejoiced. And today he had an appointment
with Julie. He did some push-ups, meditated a short while on the word om, which he didn’t find fulfilling today, washed himself abundantly,
and cursed the normal being that called Sunday a beautiful day.
[ex=bare]Sam, of de Pluterdag | Sam, or Pluterday[/ex] by Paul Van Herck (Meulenhoff, 1968).