A nifty paragraph

I’ve been reading The Count of Monte Cristo of late, and I just really liked this particular paragraph. I know I’m reading a translation, but I am greatly enjoying what I’m getting of Dumas’s style. It’s hard to explain, I must admit…it’s like he uses a lot of words, fairly poetically, to state something bluntly.

I am now up to where Edmund Dantes has recovered the treasure and is investigating what has become of the shards of the life that was exploded years ago, when he was unjustly imprisoned. Good stuff!

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Sentential Links

Linkage!

:: The Goddess wears her cloak of flowers, the earth is lush, fresh and fertile.

In my patch of the world, green and yellow dominate the landscape. Fields of golden-yellow canola sit side by side with green crops of wheat. It’s a wonderful time to slowly drive the back-roads, just taking the time to admire the vista. (One of my Instagram friends.)

:: What was the Alliance, er, network, thinking? (John Kenneth Muir is blogging his way through Firefly…as well as lots of other good stuff. Gotta remember to read him more often.)

:: A long time ago when I asked a friend, the late Leo Wilson, maitre d’ from P. J. Clarke’s and a character out of the pages of P.G. Wodehouse, what it was about Neary’s he liked so much (Neary’s is a legendary pub in midtown Manhattan), he craned his neck, jutted out his jaw, tugged and pulled at his collar like Rodney Dangerfield (all a part of his repertoire when searching for THE word), then said with a sniff and a huff, “It’s positively civilized!”

:: When I say Miller looks like Sherlock Holmes, I mean he looks like how I pictured my ideal Sherlock Holmes whose image my imagination pieced together out of Sidney Paget’s illustrations for Arthur Conan Doyle’s original stories, what I gleaned from the stories themselves, and my own wishful thinking about what I’d look like when I grew up: very tall, very lean, with a very high forehead, a very sharp nose, blue-eyed, fair-haired, and…young. (This turns out to be a repost from some months ago, but ignore that.)

:: The schedule prompts the Siren to go public with one of her deepest, most tenaciously held opinions:

Laver’s Law applies to cinema. (I am, in all honesty, not entirely sure I understand this post.)

:: No matter how many Star Wars books I’ve flipped through, I’m always coming across new-to-me behind the scenes photos. They seem to come from a never-ending fountain that bubbles with memories from the galaxy far, far away. Archives are wonderful like that. I can’t think of a treasure chest I’d like to explore more. I hope the making of the new sequel trilogy is documented to the very last detail so that 30 years from now we’ll still be seeing images we haven’t seen before.

:: And the cover copy… Sheesh! This Superman KNOWS he’s 50 years old, his powers are “supernatural” in origin, and look! He’s losing the drug war! Whatever happened to fact-checking?!

More next week!

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Answers the Ninth!

Wow, looks like I may end up dragging this thing out into October, which is a new record for personal futility. Oh well!

Roger had a bunch, as always, so his constitute the bulk of the outstanding answers. So let’s get going:

How do you feel about casting folks who aren’t the category they portray? I was thinking about Johnny Depp as Tonto, but there are tons of other examples. Should only a gay man play a gay man, e.g. Related question: how do you feel about casting a character that had been traditionally white differently? I’m thinking about making Kingpin, the white villain in the Daredevil comic books as a black man, or the black Asgardian in the Thor movie that made parts of fandom apoplectic.”

I think it can vary from character to character, in a lot of ways. Generally speaking, if a character has a specific ethnicity or ethnic makeup, then surely you can find someone of that ethnicity to do the part. This is why it rankled me a bit to have Benedict Cumberbatch, a white Brit, playing Khan Noonien Singh, an Asian villain, in Star Trek Into Darkness. (And yes, it does kind of bug me after-the-fact that they had a Latino actor, Ricardo Montalban, originate the role — but that was in 1967, when views on such things were depressingly different.) I could go on and on about that particular casting choice, because it felt like (a) the producers just had to have Khan in their movie, and (b) the producers also just had to have the Flavor of the Month actor in their movie, so there it is. No, I don’t think it worked. (And I’m not being dismissive of Cumberbatch’s talent in describing him as the Flavor of the Month; he’s been a hardworking actor for a while who is now EXPLODING in popularity. That’s all.)

Perhaps the worst example of this is, of course, Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, in which he plays the Japanese Mr. Yunioshi in a racial-stereotype performance that has to be seen to be truly appreciated in all its awfulness. Another example that leaps to mind is Louis Jourdan, a French actor, playing “exiled Afghan prince” Kamal Khan in Octopussy. And if you really want to get right down to it, you could even make a case against Patrick Stewart, a Brit who played a Frenchman in Star Trek: The Next Generation, although with that one, the ethnic differences are lessened, and the showrunners oddly completely ignored Jean-Luc Picard’s French heritage most of the time after the first season.

On the flip side, I like it when ethnic actors show up in roles that make zero reference to ethnicity at all. I’m thinking of Native American actors Graham Greene and Wes Studi, in Die Hard With a Vengeance and Heat, respectively, for example. But making the Kingpin a black man in Daredevil? Well…I don’t know that that’s so much of a big deal. Changing the race of a fictional character for a movie doesn’t really bug me all that much. Denzel Washington cuts a nice figure in Much Ado About Nothing as Don Pedro, whom I’m sure Shakespeare didn’t envision as black. But then, in Shakespeare’s time, a man would have played Beatrice.

Where’s the line, then? Is it OK for a Japanese actor to play a Chinese character? I’m not sure. I can sure tell when the line is crossed, though.

I’m going to lump the next questions together, because they’re all shared topics:

Who will be the first woman President in the US, and when?

When will the first Hispanic be elected President? Any idea on who?

When will the SECOND black person be elected President?

Spitzer and Weiner are running for office. Why shouldn’t they, with former SC gov Sanford now a member of Congress?

I wouldn’t want to even begin to try picking future Presidents. I know that Washington media loves to talk about who wants to be President and all, but ten years ago I had never even heard of Barack Obama, and ten years before that, the idea that we’d give the keys to another member of the Bush family would have struck me as deeply silly. And just five years before that, you had the Governor of Arkansas giving a disastrously bad speech at the Democratic National Convention in 1988, which I would have thought would pretty much doom him from national politics forevermore.

Right now, I’d think that Hillary Clinton would be the most likely First Female President. I think we’ll have a Hispanic President within twenty years. The second black President? No idea whatsoever. Sorry, but these particular tea leaves are impossible for me to read!

As for Eliot Spitzer and Anthony Weiner, well…that shows how long it’s taken me to answer all these questions, because since Roger asked, both have been defeated! In terms of issues and views, I am actually pretty simpatico with both of those fellows, but their personal lives sure brought them down in a hurry. It does strike me as funny that marriage-based peccadilloes only seem to be politically fatal to Democrats. I do follow a couple of Republicans on Twitter who were endlessly crowing about how Democrats could POSSIBLY vote for anyone so VILE as these admitted adulterers — but when Mark Sanford got elected to Congress, one of them praised South Carolina voters for their “common sense”. So who knows.

(By the way, here’s my reminder to you all that the phrase “common sense” is one that you should never, ever use.)

Generally speaking, I try to never base voting decisions on candidates’ personal lives, unless they involve actual criminal activity. I didn’t marry these people, and I’ve read enough history to know the truth behind the great line of Captain Malcolm Reynolds in Firefly: “Seems to me that every man who’s ever had a statue built of him was one kind of sumbitch or another.”

Relatedly, though, I am starting to believe in term limits. But that’s for another time!

A few more to come, I think!

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Sunday Burst of Weird and Awesome

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: You could do a lot worse, when wasting time on YouTube, than watching old clips from Whose Line Is It Anyway. The British version is preferred, but the American version (not the current one, the one with Drew Carey hosting) had a lot of good things going on. Here’s a clip I like a lot:


Whose Line‘s American version seemed almost designed to force the players to have to deal with things going awry, like here when the music stops and yet he’s so into the moment that he keeps right on singing.

:: Seen on Tumblr today:

Heh!

:: Want to know what pen you should use? The experts tell you. I’ll have to get one — I don’t think I’ve ever used the one they recommend! (It’s an article on cheap pens. We’re not talking $350 Pelikan fountain pens, here.)

More next week!

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Rule of Acquisition #109

On Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, the Ferengi are established as having a culture so built around business and the pursuit of wealth that they are governed by a series of aphorisms called the “Rules of Acquisition”. I always like #109:

Dignity and an empty sack is worth the sack.

I agree. The hell with dignity. I’ll take the pie in the face every time.

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Answers, the Eighth!

Good Lord, this really got away from me, didn’t it? What a strange month, September was. I figured to get ahead, but instead I fell behind! Oops. Anyway, we march on, with the remaining questions posed by a constant (and patient!) anonymous reader:

Do you have “comfort books”, that you read when life is tough?

I’ve actually had to think a bit about this, and it turns out…no, not really. There are quotes from books that I recall in times of stress, but even then, not too many. The words of Gandalf the Grey tend to be very meaningful to me, when he says, in reply to Frodo’s wish that the Ring had never come to him, “So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide.”

I’ve known people who pick up the Bible or the Qu’ran or other such books when their lives are going through dark periods, but I’ve honestly never much been one to do that. I also don’t very often use my writing as a way of processing the demons, although I have done so in the past (here is an example). I’m not really sure if my reading really reflects the mood of my life’s “current events”, whatever those may be. Hmmmm…maybe it should.

How does the music you listen to vary with mood or stress?

Would you believe…kinda sorta the same way? Weird, huh?

Although, there are times when I do try to use music as a mood-enhancer, something to shake me out of my inner doldrums. Songs along this line include:

“Hello Goodbye”, “Octopus’s Garden” — The Beatles
“Dreams”, Van Halen
“Land of Make Believe”, Chuck Mangione (the 12-minute liver version, though)
“Human”, the Killers (no, the lyrics do not make any sense, but what an infectious song anyway)
“Dancin’ in the Street”, the cover by David Bowie and Mick Jagger (Shut up, I like it.)

And so on.

When I listen to music while writing, I find that nearly anything works. I don’t try to match music to the mood of the work in progress, although sometimes I do that. I might listen to Star Wars or Star Trek music while writing one of the Princesses books, or perhaps some horror music while writing GhostCop, but not always. I like to use music as a way of shutting out the world a bit while I work, but I don’t always try to match the music’s mood to the writing’s mood.

Sometimes, if I’m writing a scary scene, the music’s mood can actually create a nifty feeling of incongruity. I like when this happens. It reminds me of Johnny Mathis’s “Chances Are”, a song which forever creeps me out because of its brilliant use in the abduction-of-Barry scene in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

More answers to come, I promise!

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