Sunday, October 21, 2012

Where do I start with Math in Narrative ...

 words? numbers? characters? Perhaps I should start with something simple, like a game called Rummikub that a few geriatric geezers I knew played every evening.  I am sure the addition and subtraction of the number combinations have some clue to the tenacity of their relationship with one another. 

It has been said that one should write of what they know best ... and I knew the geriatric geezers very well; and, have a functioning knowledge of Rummikub.  What I am not sure of is how to work the numbers to move the story line forward.  Apostolos Doxiadis made it sound so easy.  It does not seem easy to me.

And so, I offer a challenge to all who dare to try a connective and communal writing project.

We have an elderly couple we shall name Marie and Tom.  They are both in their late 80's and have a compulsion to play Rummikub every night after dinner. First, however, all of the dinner dishes must be washed, dried and put in their proper storage slots.  Then, the game appears on the dinnig room table and    ...

this is where someone can pick up and find a way for math to help move the story line forward .... I look forward to seeing where we go with this tale  :)


1 comment:

  1. the lights have to be adjusted, so that each player can properly see the Rummikub tiles. Then the lights have to be adjusted a couple of more times because, well, they just aren't quite right. When that doesn't work, out come the hats to offer some shield of protection.

    The tiles in the box are shaken thorough -- no one would want the same tiles they had in the last game. Do you recall how horrible that was? Marie was stuck with two 12's in her hand, while Tom couldn't get rid of a red 10. Round and round they went, picking up tiles and getting rid of others, all the while holding onto to thorns. No, sir. None of that again.

    So, Marie picks up her 14 tiles. There are no 12s, thank goodness, but she did manage to get two red 13's, along with both yellow 1's and not quite a run from 3 to 7 in black. A mess. She's going to have to draw.

    Meanwhile, Tom has selected three 3's, a run in blue from 4 to 9 and enough to make it seem as if this should be an easy hand. But does he have the 30 points needed to meld? He starts to count out loud, "Three times three is nine. Four plus five plus six is something, but what? Oh, 15. OK. Then 15 plus nine is 24. Add the seven and that's 31 ..."

    "Oh, shut up," Marie barks in disgust. "Why don't you just tell me your whole hand."

    It was going to be a long night, she knew. And the tiles were not going to be her friend.