Snippets of books you remember reading, but don't remember the name of the book

This isn’t really intended to be a “Identify this book” thread, although it could be. It’s more of an exercise in futility, that we’ve read so many books, we don’t always drop anchor on any one of the in particular. They may be one-hit wonders, or works of an author who just hasn’t managed to break into semi-mainstream appeal.

I’ve got a few. This took place on a newly-colonized world, and the immigrants took their gaming technology with them. They have their own virtual pantheon of heroes of which gamers can assume the roles.

Each gamer gets to customize their hero however they see fit. For instance, there’s one hero whose main power is telekinesis, and gamers have figured out how to more or less exploit this ability. Telekineses works best when the user is heavy, to provide an anchor to lift, like a superheavy weightlifter. Everybody gets the same amount of points to use, so maxing out one characteristic usually makes the other characteristics subpar. The telekinetic hero could have their size maxed out, but their other characteristics would suffer, including stamina. The hero usually gets exhausted after using the power, and teammates have to wait for them to recover, which can matter if there’s a time limit.

Because this cadre of heroes is this planet’s first mythology, there are holidays, parades and celebrations for these customizable icons.

I don’t know if this part comes from the same book. I remember there’s an encounter similar to the Riddle of the Sphinx, where gamers have to try to stump the riddlemaster. One of the gamers says “Do as I say, not as I do. Say boots without shoes.” The riddlemaster replied “Boots,” which was the correct answer, but I’m still thinking there’s a flaw somewhere.

Another book takes place in the future, where an ad exec is figuring out a way to market nanobot detergent. He’s trying to deterrmine what every potential customer who sees the ad would have in common, and he decides they all fear street gangs.

So, he stages a commercial where a husband returns home from work, all beaten and disheveled, and his wife asks what happened. He says he encountered a gang of street thugs on the way home, and there’s flashbacks of the street gang kicking him around, but he tries to make it sound like he prevailed, telling his wife “I handled it.” She skeptically replies “Looks like you handled the clothes too.” She then washes his clothes with the nanobot detergent, and they look brand new. The husband fawns over the terrific job the wife did with the laundry, and she smiles and says “I handled it.”

The ad goes viral, and “Looks like you handled the clothes too” becomes a catch phrase. The street gang they enlisted for filming become instant celebrities and go on the talk show circuit. They wind up wrecking the studio and become a PR nightmare. That’s all I remember.

When I was in college, I took a class in French history. One of the books we had to read was pretty much just a story about what life might be like for your average French peasant in the 1700s, give or take a century. All I remember is the guy who got nose cancer, which eventually became face cancer. I seem to recall some rather visceral descriptions of his plight.

When I was still a teen (late 80s) and discovering all the fantasy novels that I could lay my hands on, I devoured them so voraciously that they have largely blended into each other in my head and I can’t really remember which was what and who was where.

And then one day I unexpectedly stumbled upon one that was not intended for children or even young adults, but was quite prosaically, if not explicitly, pornographic. It was very fairy-tale magical, with lots of fantastical creatures and unicorns and fauns and such, in fact there may have been no humans at all, but they were all just banging each other. I can’t remember if it was good, but it sure was arresting.

I’m not sure if I want to read it again, but I am curious what it was, and maybe read some reviews. I figure it was written in the 70s, based on the cavalier nature of the content and the somewhat surreal cover art.

Was it by Joe Clifford Faust?

Dream Park?

I initially put this in here: Ask the guy who is pretty good at SF Story Identification but without success.

Ok so here goes. It’s a novel from the early 2000s and everybody on Earth somehow gets a message basically saying that if you want to go to space, or board the starship or whatever, be within so many yards of a body of water at such and such date and time.

And those who follow the instructions end up onboard an uninhabited alien ship with a very sophisticated AI and a responsive, malleable interior.

On one hand the ship becomes populated with well motivated and well meaning people, while at the same time a number of local levels of government have taken advantage of the situation to get rid of their population’s criminals.

I don’t think so.

I think I read it in the 1990’s-2000’s period, and DP was written in 1981. This looks really close, but I think it was recently written when I read it. I could be wrong.

Just to make sure: not Ferman’s Devils/Boddekker’s Demons, then?

Bingo! That’s it! You rock!

How about one that someone was telling me about?

Back in 1990 or 1991, I’d guess, I was on a road trip with a couple of friends. One of them was a notably argumentative philosophy major who took about 50% of his personality from the Monty Python Argument Clinic sketch. If you casually mentioned you were hungry, he’d try to provoke you into a discussion about the falsity of perceived experience, the true nature of hunger, and if it was possible to map hunger to a defined framework of measured intensity. “I am experiencing the sensation of 7 units of hunger!” would be the kind of thing he’d want to get at.

Anyway, on this road trip, he started telling us about a short story he read. In this story, a lone traveler was passing through a sparsely inhabited land. The traveler sees a stone tower in the distance, and after a period of time, curiosity overtakes him and he finds himself at the base of the tower. He enters and climbs a number of flights of stairs to find himself in a small room at the top with some small windows, or openings at least. As he stands close to one of the windows to peer out, he feels the sensation of a brazen collar clasping around his neck…

And that’s all I got. We fell into an argument about the meaning of the term ‘brazen’. My friend was irritated by my position that the character in the story could not know that the collar was made of brass just based on contact. My friend refused to continue the story at that point. Never did hear the end.