Squeezing everything I wanted to do in before leaving on vacation tomorrow took up more time than I expected:
•Day job. More time than I’d planned.
•Finally printing up a spec article and mailing it off.
•Catching Arlington Road for my book and a couple of movies that probably won’t qualify. Pier 5, Havana, is interesting though—would you believe a 1959 Pro-Castro American movie?
•Ordered some more movies. At this point, I think I’m in good shape, given what I have coming on Netflix, my own collection and what’s on Turner Classic the next few months.
Still, I’d wanted to have everything done by now so I could wrap up the evening reading leisurely … but I still have to pack.
Talk when I get back.
Monthly Archives: July 2009
Busy, busy
Reds and race
Watching anti-Communist films for The Enemy Within, I’m struck by how many of the fifties films make an issue out of race.
It’s not surprising. The Communist Party made civil rights a platform plank at a time neither Democrats nor Republicans wanted to risk it. And when the civil-rights movement really got going, a standard charge against it was that it was a Communist plot, with Red “outside agitators” stirring up the Negroes who were otherwise perfectly happy and knew their place (this theme still has some pull on the right, it seems: One columnist wrote last year that only Communists crossed the color line back in the pre-Civil Rights days, so that proves Barack Obama’s parents were Reds—and therefore, of course, he grew up indoctrinated into Communist dictrine) The movies reinforce the second point while making it clear the Party’s support for civil rights is a myth:
•In I Was a Communist For the FBI, a Red speaker addresses Negroes with “a hellbrew of hate cooked up from a recipe written in the Kremlin.” He tells the hero afterwards that he’s hoping to spark black-on-white assaults or even killings, after which the Party will defend the accused and use the incident to make America look bad. The same man also uses the n-word to refer to his black audience after they’ve gone.
•In Red Menace, a priest preaches the glories of the melting pot—it doesn’t matter if you’re Irish, Jewish, black, once you become American you’re welcome—in contrast to which the Communist party emphasizes how minorities are discriminated against (which is equated to promoting separatism and anti-Americanism). When an Italian-American Party member questions official doctrine, a Party leader dismisses him as a “dago.” Later in the movie, a black writer for a Communist newspaper is told by his father that where America has freed its slaves, the Communist keep thousands in slavery behind the Iron Curtain.
•In one episode of I Led Three Lives (American citizen, Communist agent and FBI counter-agent, in case you were wondering), the Party buys up a newsreel company that will present distorted views of America, for example falsely showing that people living in the slum districts are afflicted by poverty and racial discrimination.
•In Trial, Glenn Ford becomes second chair to showboating Communist attorney Arthur Kennedy on a racially charged murder case. While Ford is clearly shown to be sympathetic to the defendant (a Hispanic kid involved with a white girl), the only organized support for the defendant comes from the Communist Party—and we learn that the donations Kennedy is taking for the legal costs are going right into the Party coffers. Not only that, he plans to lose the case, making the kid a martyr to American racism.
This sort of thing shows why it’s important to watch movies wherever possible, not just read synopses in movie books. There’s a lot I probably wouldn’t pick up if I did it that way.
Phew
Busy at work. I think I did about as many stories for Saturday as a daily reporter would be doing in a week. There was just so much to cover.
Reasonably productive away from work, though not as much as I’d have liked (there is a point after which I just can’t maintain my focus). I reworked the Body Snatchers chapter of Enemy Within, and watched both versions of The Stepford Wives plus Orson Welles’ The Stranger. Tonight, I’ll hopefully finish up replotting Brain From Outer Space and get in some short story work.
On the down side, The Grass Is Always Greener came back again. It will go out again soon. Next week, I have an article to get out (it’s written, not printed) and some other odds and ends to take care of. I’m off on vacation Thursday (my mother’s birthday) and so the short week seems a good time to wrap up little stuff.
Speaking of Stepford, the first movie is really much creepier than I remember it. The 2004 remake, which I watched for the first time .. not only weak but sexist; Nicole Kidman’s character comes off as an arrogant, callous bitch who neglects her family, puts on anti-male TV shows and “deserves” to be punished.
For bibliophiles
First, we have http://awfullibrarybooks.wordpress.com , a site about really odd, dumb or offensive books that librarians find in the stacks.
Then, from http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/18/technology/companies/18amazon.html?_r=2&hptat we learn that Amazon can delete books from the Kindle, in this case versions of 1984 and Animal Farm that the bookseller claims were published by someone without legal rights to them. While I can understand Amazon stopping offering them, I don’t think that entitles them to confiscate copies from people who’ve already bought them; I’ve had hard copies of various books from publishers engaged in copyright battles over them, and I’m glad no-one can come into my house and yank them off the shelves.
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Decided I was stressing myself out working so much on The Enemy Within this week, so I’m devoting my down time today to short stories. I redrafted Bro’s Before Ho’s this morning before work—still needs much revision, but I think I have the story in place—and I’ll work probably on I Have a Little Shadow tonight after a phone call to TYG. It feels good.
It’s hard not to focus on the book when I have so many movies to watch; I was going to start on the stories earlier this week, but I couldn’t resist getting The Faculty and The Osterman Weekend out of the way.
Stepford Wives will arrive from Netflix today, but I’m putting it on the shelf until Sunday.
Since my vacation
Writing has been progressing well since I got back from Pittsburgh.
I finished sketching out the plot of Brain From Outer Space last week, but decided to take a break, then look over it again next week for one final go. This will probably mean not getting done as soon as possible—and I know once I start writing, the plot will change—but I want to do the best plot outline I can, and be satisfied that everything will hold up.
Progress on Enemy Within has been slow, but adequate. I finished a book on fears of Satanism that will be useful, though it’s more about the ritual satanic abuse panic of the 1980s (which doesn’t tie in to any movies I’m aware of), and I’m working through a good one now about Invasion of the Body Snatchers in its various incarnations, plus of course, reading the original Finney novel. One creepy element in that someone should really use in a future adaptation is that the fully developed pods only have a five year life span: Once they’ve duplicated all life on Earth, the next generation heads out to the stars, the pod people left behind on Earth all die and the world is lifeless (not out of malice, which makes it creepier—it’s their equivalent of slash-and-burn agriculture).
I watched the most recent version, the mediocre 2007 The Invasion, last week and this week I’ve already seen I Was a Communist For the FBI and Red Menace, both of which dramatize the terrible threat the American Communist Party poses to all free human beings. The former of the two films is so extreme, it makes The Manchurian Candidate look like gritty realism.
Books read since the last post about books
ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER: Violence, Spectacle and the American Action Movie, by Eric Lichtenfeld, is a look at the action-movie genre from what Lichtenfeld argues is its birth in the seventies with Death Wish and Dirty Harry, through such variations as Schwarzenneger and Stallone “hardbody” films, martial arts adventure, and Die Hard (which Litchtenfeld sees as the major breaking point from the Stallone/Schwarzenneger superhuman protagonists) and merging with other genres such as post-apocalypse, disaster-movie and super-hero. Lichtenfeld argues the genre elements are rooted in a mix of Western and noir films (the loner hero, the hero outside a corrupt system, bringing order out of lawlessness) coupled with new elements such as the detailed focus on weaponry and over-the-top spectacle (Litchtenfeld concludes that while action movies can parody themselves, they may never achieve the level of self-awareness some westerns, such as Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, do). Very interesting.
THE BRASS VERDICT is Michael Connelly’s sequel to Lincoln Lawyer wherein his protagonist takes over a sensational murder case for a murdered acquaintance and so must cope with both defending the accused and wondering if he’s now in the killer’s sights—and just what homicide detective Harry Bosch is hiding about the case. A good crossover; given the ending, I suspect Bosch will guest-star again.
SHARPE’S HAVOC: Portugal, 1803, by Bernard Cornwell has his Napoleonic era rifleman surrounded by hostile French troops in Portugal, cut off from his battalion and targeted by a British traitor scheming to play both sides against the middle and use Sharpe’s platoon as a sacrifice. As always for this series, fun.
Return with me now to the days when a single diabolical intellect sought to upset the “ordained balance between the white and yellow races” … Sax Rohmer’s THE INSIDIOUS DR. FU MANCHU took existing British worries about “the Yellow Peril” and created a villain who would define the “sinister Oriental” (as they put it back in those days) for most of the 20th century. The racism is dreadful (did you know Chinese-Americans buy live scorpions so that they can have unwanted babies “accidentally” stung to death?) but it’s also a rattling good adventure as grizzled British official Nayland Smith squares off against the sinister Chinese doctor and his vast schemes.
A SUMMER OF HUMMINGBIRDS: Love, Art and Scandal in the Intersecting Worlds of Emily Dickinson, Mark Twain, Harriet Beecher Stowe and Martin Johnson Heade by Christopher Benfey is less than the sum of its parts: While it does a fair job chronicling Emily Dickinson’s life, the tangled lives of the Beecher family (including Stowe’s status as a national abolition icon) and the 19th century craze for hummingbirds, it doesn’t do anything to tie them together, let alone show how things like Henry Beecher’s affairs mark the change in the zeitgeist from antebellum America to post-Civil War (which is what the book’s intro asserts). It’s probably telling that Benfey can’t find a good 19th century endpoint for the gossipy accounts and settles for using a 20th century Dickinson scholar’s study of one of her poems as the closer. Weak.
SHARPE’S DEVIL: Richard Sharpe and the Emperor, 1820-1821, by Bernard Cornwell is the capstone to the series to date (though a follow-up wouldn’t surprise me, it’s hard to imagine topping a scheme to liberate Napoleon for the conquest of South America), as Sharpe’s quest for a missing friend embroils him in Chilé’s war of independence and an encounter with Cochrane, the swashbuckling daredevil of the title. Another good read.
SOCIAL-SCIENCE COMMENTARY ON THE BOOK OF REVELATION by Bruce J. Malina and John J. Pilch is an attempt to analyze the Bible’s closing book in terms of how a Jew of the time would have seen sky-beings, God, being neither hot nor cold (“Indifference was considered an offensive insult.”) and the world’s end—most of which, they argue, should be seen as an astrologically themed out-of-body experience. Interesting, though not convincing as “the” interpretation: An argument that it can’t be an allegory for Nero because Nero wasn’t a seven-headed beast hardly convinces and in claiming Americans are too optimistic about the future to get behind the book’s pessimism, they ignore the pessimism of premillenial Christianity.
Reading Jack Finney’s INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS for the first time, I’m inclined to agree with the one critic who said the message here is community, from the protagonist’s distress that the pods are letting the town deteriorate to the fact that the closing symbol of human triiumph is that the community is returning to normal (rather than say, Miles and Becky being alive, or marrying). A good read, despite some long expository passages, and one chilling touch none of the movies have used (the pods have a five-year lifespan once they “bloom” so five years after everyone is transformed, even podded humanity will cease to exist).
THE BURIED BOOK: The Loss and Rediscovery of the Great Epic of Gilgamesh by David Damrsoch tells how engraver turned Assyriologist George Smith discovered that the British Museum’s collection included the Gilgamesh poem on clay tablets (significant at the time because it was seen as recording Noah’s flood), then rewinds to the discovery of Asshurbanipal’s library by Horfazd Rassam (a Chaldean archeologist whose amazing successes were scrubbed out of history by British rivals), then to Asshurbanipal’s own lifetime, then back to the Babylonian composition of the poem and the time of Gilgamesh itself (such as we ca n conjecture it). Most interesting.
THE PARANOID STYLE IN AMERICAN POLITICS AND OTHER ESSAYS by Richard P. Hofstadter makes excellent fodder for my book, for example by defining the difference between clinical and political paranoid (“The clinical paranoid thinks he’s being poisoned, the political paranoid things Communists are poisoning all of America with fluoridation.”), and the similarity of paranoid ranting from America’s founding through McCarthy. The other essays are less relevant to me but still interesting as Hofstadter looks at McCarthyism, the Goldwater campaign (which makes me appreciate how much Goldwater’s approach to politics resembles the right-wing style today) and the work of William Harvey, who wrote the best-selling text on the bimetallic debate back in the day (leading to a discussion of how a simplified and inaccurate pitch can connect with an audience in a way deeper works might not).
DRED SCOTT AND THE PROBLEM OF CONSTITUTIONAL EVIL by Mark A. Graber argues that Dred Scott was Constitutional and that Lincoln’s efforts to restrict the spread of slavery probably weren’t, on the grounds the Constitution should be seen as a contract (though he concedes the limits of that approach, such as the fact America’s slave population can’t be said to have signed it) drafted under assumptions that the political balance it created would make it impossible to end slavery without the South’s support (increased population growth in the Northwest put paid to that). Graber argues that while trying to preserve the old balance looks hideously unjust today, there was no guarantee that the Civil War would end slavery (the Confederacy could have won, for instance).
NAMING NAMES by Victor S. Navasky, is the exhaustive study of why people during the McCarthyite era informed and how they justified it—all the more valuable now that so many of these have passed on. A very good job explaining the blacklisting, “greylisting” and delisting process, the social conflicts that developed around it, the Smith Act used to prosecute Communists and the “professional witnesses” who built careers as consultants on anti-Communism. Very interesting, and invaluable for The Enemy Within, of course.
Roger Ebert speaks
Chicago Sun/TV film critic Roger Ebert was utterly unimpressed with Transformers II. Fans of the movie were not thrilled, as he discussed on his blog. My favorite bit: "Another common line of attack was disturbing. It came from people who said I was out of touch with the tastes of the audience. That the movie's detractors (lumped together as "the critics") like only obscure movies that nobody else does--art films, documentaries, foreign films, indies, movies made 50 years ago--even, God forbid, "classics." One poster argued that "Transformers" was better than that boring old movie "Casablanca." I was informed I didn't "get" Michael Bay. I was too old, "of the wrong generation," or an elitist or a liberal ... "A reader named Jared Diamond, a senior at Syracuse, sports editor of The Daily Orange, put my disturbance eloquently in a post asking: "Why in this society are the intelligent vilified? Why is education so undervalued and those who preach it considered arrogant or pretentious?" Why, indeed? If sports fans were like certain movie fans, they would hate sports writers, commentators and sports talk hosts for always discussing fine points, quoting statistics and bringing up games and players of the past. If all you want to do is drink beer in the sunshine and watch a ball game, why should some elitist play-by-play announcer bore you with his knowledge? Yet sports fans are proud of their baseball knowledge, and respect commentators who know their stuff." One of the things that bugged me about writing my first two movie books was the awareness that I wasn't reacting to them as a first-time viewer (particularly when I watch several similarly-themed things in a row): Watching some formulaic Poltergeist knock-off (I saw several) I would note in the book that someone who's never seen a Poltergeist knock-off might think it was good. I no longer feel so ambivalent about that: It's true, someone who doesn't know the clichés and the formulas might enjoy a formula film more, but that doesn't make it a good film. The "Adam and Eve" SF story (couple survive nuclear war or crashed spaceship and have to populate the world and their names are yes, Adam and Eve!) works well the first time you read one (at least it did for me when I was a teenager) but that doesn't erase the fact that it was a cliché back around the time I was born. And as Ebert says, the fact that I know it's a cliché doesn't some invalidate my opinion compared to the reader who goes Adam and Eve—Oh, Wow!
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Pittsburgh
Made it back Sunday, but I didn’t have time to post the first couple of days. Both my girlfriend TYG and I assumed Pittsburgh would be a grimy, industrial city, but it’s actually extremely pretty. There are big rivers (three of them), high hills on one side, bridges (the old railroad ones are on stone piers—that’s not something you see around Northwest Florida much) and some really cool old buildings. The William Penn hotel where we stayed was one of them: Big rooms, lots of decoration, very old-style elegance. Another was the Union Trust Building (it’s an official historic landmark next more); it’s an office building now, but was a shopping complex back a hundred years ago when it was built. The upper floors have gabels and lots of architectural flourishes that suggest a church because the land was bought from the Catholic Diocese and they wanted the new building to reflect that.
Activities—other than the ones I’m not going to discuss in a public forum, of course—included going to the National Aviary; visiting Anthrocon, the furry convention; hanging out with friends; taking a fox-trot class with TYG; eating a lot (this is definitely the best AG food wise, that I’ve been to); going on a pub crawl, culminating in a dance at the Altar Bar, a dance club made out of a church. It was a wonderful week, and I’m still feeling relaxed, despite having a water main flood the Destin Log office Monday.
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