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Saluki Marooned

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Историческая литература
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Tektime S.r.l.s.
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9788835428183
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Обновлено
26.09.2026

Аннотация

58-year-old Peter Federson lives in a world of hopelessness. He has failed at college, the army, and in his miserable marriage. But one day, while cleaning his moldy trailer, he finds an old photo of Catherine the love of his life. Pete wishes with all his heart that he could return to his youth and see her once again. The next day, he gets his wish and is thrown back in time to 1971. Peter Federson is once again a student at Southern Illinois University. Now he can finally pass the 20th Century and move on to the 21st. Or can he? Check out salukimarooned.com to learn about Pete and his new/old world. 58-year-old Peter Federson is a failed soldier, broadcaster, and husband. The trouble started in college nearly forty years ago, when he rejected his true love, married the wrong girl, then flunked out. One gloomy evening in the fall of 2009 Pete morbidly reflects on an old photo of Catherine, his lost love. In a moment of weakness, he takes a handful of pills and washes them down with vodka. Anesthetized, Pete awakens hundreds of miles from his home in an area of the country that, though obscure, is bursting with malevolent energy. There is something strange about the lower third of Illinois. Its history is pockmarked with dramatic events such as the deadliest tornado in the world, blood feuds, and a series of riots at Southern Illinois University (SIU) during the 1960's and 70's. Soon Pete awakens at the edge of SIU's Campus Lake, less than six months after the inland hurricane-ravaged southern Illinois. Hundreds of trees around the lake had been destroyed. But Pete is flabbergasted because the trees are again standing and they are smaller than the night before. Peter Federson has gone back in time and is once again a student at SIU during the Spring of 1971. Now Pete can repair his relationship with Catherine, reject Tammy, the girl he was doomed to marry, finally earn his degree, and start a new/old life. But Tammy won't let him go, a malevolent algebra instructor tries to flunk the class, a riot shakes the campus, and something within Pete doesn't want him to change his life. And that something is taking over. SIU's colors are maroon and white, and the Saluki is its mascot, but maroon has a more sinister meaning in this story, for Peter Federson is marooned in 1971, a Saluki Marooned. Check out the characters, the region, and the university at salukimarooned.com

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“What’s personal about watching Lawrence Welk?”

Harry looked out at the rain and shrugged. “OK Federson, I’ll tell you. I was in a gang in East St. Louis when I was a kid, and I got busted on drugs. The judge sent me to the juvenile home, and the only thing the TV could pick up was this one channel. Saturday night was TV night, and at 7:00 was Lawrence Welk. Lawrence was my first lesson on how middle class people behave…”

“But Harry, it’s not really…”

“…real? Yes, I know that Federson. But it was a start. Later, Father Mattingly taught me some manners, and I decided while I was in the home that I’d get straight, no more drugs. I got my GED and applied to SIU a few years later. Meanwhile, I did odd jobs: waiter, sold popsicles, worked in a junkyard, and other stuff. I took a few tests and they found that I had an aptitude for economics, and that’s how I got here, on a scholarship. And it all started with Lawrence Welk.”

That one paragraph was more than I ever known about Harry Smykus. The first time around, we hadn’t really known each other’s histories, because it really hadn’t mattered to us. Harry and I had accepted one another just as we were.

“Harry, you know that had you missed this program, you could see it again and again for years.”

“Fine, Federson, but I want to see it right now, so shut up, the commercial’s ending.”

Yes, The Lawrence Welk Show would follow Harry into the 21st century on rerun after rerun after rerun. I looked again at that Whitman quote taped to the radiator.

Next to it was my class schedule. The clock radio read 7:58…a little more than four hours until tomorrow—four hours until Monday became the present, and I would start improving my grades, my love life, my temper and my future. I would study Dr. Von Reichmann, seek out Catherine, and go to class. But algebra at 7:30 in the morning? No 20-year-old kid should be allowed to schedule his own classes!

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