The Orchid Transfigurations: a Private Viewing

So I visited a certain seaside town, where Teresa Galmier had been before me. Some of the things I found in the Parish History museum:

A dusty display case of flint tools; a stuffed hare; an inexplicable box of yellowing wool; a full-sized model of Queen Victoria, who visited in 1885; and this.

It’s the ‘A Feast’, the first volume of what was later called the Orchid Transfigurations:

You get the cover, but you don’t get the interior. I’m already seeing odd traffic to the blog. I don’t expect the Long will do anything, as long as this looks like a casual frivolous bit of marketing puff for a minor indie game. So I don’t want to be too convincing.

I wasn’t allowed to handle the book directly, anyway, though I managed to talk them into opening the case. I didn’t get much out of it – it’s not like I can read Latin anyway – but it’s exciting to see the thing in person. And it’s true what they say about the illustrations. I expect to dream vividly tonight. I get flashes when I close my eyes. I am trying not to see shapes in clouds.

But here’s the other thing. I was chatting to the volunteer who opened the case for me, and she recognised Teresa Galmier’s name. ย At one point, Galmier was on the list of trustees for the museum. She lived locally, apparently – right into the 1930s, after she was gone from other records. I have – I think – her old address.