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Frampton Jones

Frampton Jones was one of the first characters I added to the Hopeless, Maine cast list. He’s the island’s journalist. Back before there was even a webcomic, The Hopeless Vendetta existed as the island’s newspaper, getting Hopeless in front of people. When the comics started appearing as a webcomic, The Vendetta went out in parallel, adding extra dimensions to the tale.

Frampton soon started having his own tales and adventures alongside reporting what was going on. He was the person who first identified the existence of spoonwalkers. It’s hard to imagine now that there was time when islanders had no idea where all their spoons had gone.

He’s a high profile islander, with neatly starched collars that make Mrs Beaten weak at the knees. Frampton considers himself to be a serious journalist, dedicated to the truth. Other people have called him delusional, a rumour-monger, and have suggested that he often has no idea what’s really going on. Given how weird and complicated Hopeless is, and how rarely anyone can agree on what it was that emerged from the clouds, or the sea, or the ground, his is hardly an easy task.

To produce a newspaper, Frampton is obliged to recycle paper on a regular basis. He’s strident about people not using his newspaper for lavatorial purposes. He also has a big blackboard outside his home that islanders can use as a message board or to give feedback. By this means, what happens on the internet can also be fitted in to island life. I have spent a lot of time trying to make all of this make some kind of sense.

Semblance of Truth tells the tale of Frampton’s descent into madness. (Raise your hand if you’ve read too much H.P. Lovecraft.) Frampton owns a camera, and by clever means is able to develop film – this is how The Vendetta gets its pictures. This is one of those times when I have to ask that you please suspend your disbelief for the steampunk elements in the plot.

Frampton finds that what the camera sees is not what he sees, and this rapidly becomes complicated.  I do usually try and explain or justify how things work on the island – for my own sanity at the very least. Sometimes we have to just accept that weird items wash in on these peculiar shores, and that said items may be possessed by entities too terrible to describe. The great thing about entities too terrible to describe is the way they let a beleaguered author off the hook in matters of feeling obliged to try and describe them or explain beyond their innate terribleness, how they actually get anything done.

So, it’s a terrible, possessed camera – clearly too terrible to describe, too eldritch to explain etc etc.

You can get Semblance of Truth now, via the kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/hopelessmaine/hopeless-maine-1-3-sinners-a-graphic-novel-series

Or you can pre-order it from Amazon ahead of the December release – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hopeless-Maine-Semblance-Nimue-Brown/dp/1954255985

(text and image by Nimue)

Some news about the truth

A Semblance of Truth is a Hopeless Maine novella set in the same time frame as the first graphic novel. It started life here on the blog, and developed into a tale of the island from the perspective of journalist Frampton Jones.

It would be fair to say that Frampton is not a reliable narrator. He tries very hard to be fair and honest, but he experiences a descent into madness that has him questioning everything he knows. What he shares can therefore only ever be a semblance of truth.

It’s interesting looking back at the early island science in this book, for it was written before islanders had really got to grips with the presence of spoonwalkers. Imagine not having any spoons but also not knowing why you don’t have any spoons. Fortunately we all live in more enlightened times now.

The book will be out in December – so this is just a heads up that it is on the way. for anyone who is very keen, pre-order is an option. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hopeless-Maine-Semblance-Nimue-Brown/dp/1954255985

Photography on Hopeless, Maine

Some background first. The Hopeless Vendetta, aside from being the name of this blog, is also the name of the island’s newspaper. By ‘newspaper’ I mean gossip sheet hastily printed on recycled paper. Frampton does the whole thing – he is journalist, photographer, printer and paper recycler. At times he’s also the man in the street shouting about how newspaper should not be taken into privies because he needs to recycle it.

When we started this blog, it ran as the island’s newspaper in parallel with the comics, which were then a webcomic. Much has changed since then. Back in the day, I (Nimue) wrote as Frampton Jones, and Tom did the illustrations that were, in theory, the photographs Frampton had taken. How exactly Frampton got from photos to print I never asked, because I was afraid to.

However, we’ve got a period photography expert in the team, so I asked Gregg McNeill from Darkbox Images what the options would be. He said…

“Depending on the level of technology Frampton has access to, he could make photolithographic plates for printing in the paper. Before that, a photograph would be etched onto an engraving plate by someone who was adept at reproducing artwork. There were also carved wooden plates that would be used. In 1880, the first halftone reproduction of a photograph appeared in The Daily Graphic in New York. Halftone uses a series of dots of various sizes to reproduce an image. The halftone process is talked about here: ted.photographer.org.uk/photoscience_halftones.htm

The engraving process was the earliest way to get a photograph into a paper using the classic letterpress type machine like a Heidelberg press.”

So now we know! And for further interest, it turns out that Tom has run a Heidleberg press, which is a whole other story.

If you’d like to see the island from Frampton’s perspective, do check out the stretch goal involving A Semblance of Truth https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/hopelessmaine/hopeless-maine-2-inheritance-by-tom-and-nimue-brown

And you can find Gregg and Darkbox over here – https://www.darkboximages.com/

And a still life, Hopeless themed, by Gregg below…

Mrs Beaten is sick of your drama

Today I tried to speak with Frampton Jones about the exceptional presentation of his shirt collars. He was clearly not interested in my opinion which disappointed me. I assumed that a man with a good collar standard would also have more elevated manners. He was in a hurry to be elsewhere and did not handle this with grace.

People are so self involved. It’s always all about them. Here I am, trying to make positive changes for the good of one and all, and no one can even make the time to listen to me. Do they not understand how much better life would be if everyone had presentable collars? Do they not see the social and moral benefits of decent laundry? They do not.

Instead, they are always focused on some drama or another. A shipwreck. The fear of vampires. A barn on fire, a mysterious death… Do they not understand that the only way to deal with a crisis is to pretend it is of no great significance? It is the height of bad manners to press the details of one’s immediate suffering onto another human being who many then feel under some pressure to respond to it. Why can they not suffer quietly and make more effort to keep up good appearances? Where is the dignity that hides hunger and misery behind a neatly laundered curtain and puts a nice floral arrangement on the table when there is no food to put there?

I cannot decide whether this is a form of madness, or a form of laziness.

Mrs Beaten does not like to be over familiar

It has come to my attention that Mr Frampton Jones, of the Hopeless Vendetta, has immaculate shirts. I feel uncomfortably over-familiar in using his first name thusly (we are hardly on intimate terms!) but with so many islanders being properly ‘Mr Jones’ it becomes exceeding difficult to clarify to whom one is referring. While trying to find food for purchase last week, I was involved in a most confusing conversation in which at least three farmers called Mr Jones were involved, and as a consequence I entirely failed to find any meat for the table.

While I do not like to speak ill of others, I cannot help but feel that my neighbour, Miss Tenacity Jones was making mock of me. I have previously been compelled to discourage her familiar way of talking about people, and now she refers to all of her relations as Mr or Mrs Jones, with scant regard to their apparent gender, and it is most unhelpful of her.

Mr Frampton Jones, of The Hopeless Vendetta has beautiful shirts. His shoes are invariably shined, his bowler hat neatly brushed. It lifts my spirits to think that I may not be alone in seeking civilization on this vile island.

New Discoveries

Nameless entities
Nameless entities

This week I finally captured an image of some creatures. I have not yet decided on names for them, or worked out if they are in fact related to any other creatures known to us. I had been studying tracks for some weeks before I was able to record an image. I am not sure if the beings to right and left of the image are related or not, but wanted to share the discovery.

It continues to amaze me how few people notice the non-human occupants of our island. Many people debated the existence of spoonwalkers with me, despite the overwhelming evidence of their activities. The week before last several people suggested that our peculiar visitor was not a creature at all. Although admittedly both of them dropped the issue after they saw it eat Boris’s dog.

I do still find myself wondering sometimes if I see things that other people do not. During the unfortunate camera business, it became apparent for a while at least, that no one else saw as I did. Based on observation, it is remarkable what ostensibly normal and ordinary persons can fail to perceive. For example, last Thursday at The Crow something climbed out of the cauldron and made a dash across the restaurant floor, escaping when the door was opened. I watched it go, with the peculiar impression that no one else in the premises had noticed. I encourage you all to be vigilant. Sometimes, there are devils in the details, or, as in this instance, the soup course.

Celebrating 60 Years of the Vendetta

(Frampton Jones)

The Hopeless Vendetta reaches a remarkable milestone this week. Seventy years ago, Edgar Titus Prerogative arrived here from the mainland, enthused by developments he had seen there. According to his journals, Hopeless was a wilder place in those days, with society structured around the four founding families, and very little technology at all. At first unable to buy or make a printing press, my maternal grandfather erected a large board, painted it black and wrote news upon it in chalk. A tradition that continues to this day, as does the habit of writing personal comments upon it in response to local events.

 Five years later, Prerogative managed to buy a small press from the mainland, however, the ship bringing it floundered on rocks, and the press sank. Over the next year, my ancestor dived repeatedly and was able to bring up what he believed to be the greater part of the press, improvising whatever was needed to fill in the gaps. Only at this point did the issue of paper occur to him, and two more years passed during which he mastered the art of paper making. The first press produced copies one at a time, and was remarkably slow and cumbersome to use.

 Sixty years ago this week, the first Hopeless Vendetta went to press. It was a historical moment for the island, bringing the community together, facilitating public arguments, and allowing opinions to be widely aired. Edgar’s daughter married one Percival Jones, who took on the business of the press, inventing a new, faster device, and thence it passed to me. The future  of this publication lies, it appears, in the hands of Modesty Jones. God willing however, I shall maintain its noble tradition for many more years yet.

What does the future hold?

(Frampton Jones)

Back in my youth, people did occasionally leave Hopeless. Ships sometimes arrived entirely of their own will. Back in those days, we were more optimistic as a community, and a good deal better off. When did anyone last build anything new here? I imagine it must be a disheartening place to grow up. I offer these thoughts as a counterpoint to my nephew’s report. What are we doing to build a future for our younger citizens? What do they have to look forward to? Can we blame them for small crimes inspired by futility and despair? The weather has improved, and I encourage you to spare whatever time you can for the bridge project. Parents with wayward young sons, in need of hope and direction, are encouraged to send their lads along. We can give our young folk something to believe in!

Spoonwalkers

(by Frampton Jones)

In the absence of any better news to report, I have printed my nephew’s latest attempt at journalism. It may divert people. I have spoken with Miss Calder, but her recollections of dying are so fragmented that I can make little sense of them. As for the spoon business, it is simply another spoonwalker epidemic. Little creatures are stealing our spoons and using them as stilts. It’s happened before. I remember it very clearly and am certain others must as well. The less experienced amongst us are perhaps too hasty in jumping to improbable conclusions.

Missing Girl Found!

(by Frampton Jones)

"I am not a lost girl!"The child who disappeared from Pallid Rock Orphanage along with Miss Calder, has now been found. The girl seemed dazed and could offer no explanation of where she had been all this time, who had taken her, or what had happened. Perhaps when she has had chance to recover from the trauma, she will be able to speak of her experiences. Pride requires me to add that I was the one who found the girl, aided by Doc Willoughby.

It is always odd finding myself part of the news, but on this occasion, I am delighted to have been of service. I have not yet had chance to speak with the ghost of Miss Calder regarding her demise.

I find myself wondering why some folk return from the dead and others do not, and what happens to those who do not walk amongst us.