Books Read: Steven R. Boyett’s Elegy Beach

September 16th, 2010

Steven R. Boyett
Elegy Beach
Ace, 2009

Way back in The Before Time, the Long-Long Ago (i.e., the mid-1980s), there was a writer named Steven R. Boyett who wrote two popular, well-respected paperback originals, The Architect of Sleep and Ariel. Ariel was a stand-alone about a boy and his unicorn wandering across an America transformed overnight from a world ruled by technology to one ruled by magic. The Architect of Sleep imagined a world where raccoons evolved as the planet’s sentient species and ended right in the middle of the story, and pissed-off readers have been waiting almost a quarter-century for the projected sequel, The Geography of Dreams, to appear.

Then Boyett became disgusted by publishing and went off to do other things (like become a DJ). Now, some three decades later, he’s returned to writing and has finally written a sequel.

To Ariel.

Fred, the son of the protagonist of Ariel, is an aspiring magician living with his father in a small community on the Southern Californian coast. His mother died long ago, he’s working as an apprentice to local brujo while spending his leisure time working on developing a programmatic approach to magic with his friend Yan, and has no idea that he’s named after his father’s sword. As time goes on, it becomes apparent that Yan not only wishes to understand everything possible about casting, but actually wants to reverse “the change,” no matter how many people (or magical creatures) that might kill. To do that he needs a unicorn horn, which he just happens to have taken off Ariel’s mate…

All in all, this is a more somber book than the original (which certainly had its own somber moments), but still a very good one. Boyett offers an afterword, but doesn’t mention there he’s retconned the universe since the original publication of Ariel, as in Elegy Beach, “the change” happened right about now rather than in 1983, as this book mentions iPods, the Internet, etc. (I suspect these were revised for the republication of Ariel, but I’ve only read the original.) The narrative voice is very similar to the Zelazny-esque “first person smartass” of the original, and the story is interesting and well-told (albeit a bit more traditional of a quest fantasy, complete with the gathering of plot coupon quest companions, than the original).

Also, Boyett coins the phrase “Generation Eloi,” which is too good not to steal.

If you liked Ariel (and most people, myself included, did), then you’ll probably like Elegy Beach. If you haven’t read Ariel, well, you should probably read that anyway.

Also, Boyett has put up a fairly extensive site on the novel that may be of interest.

And as for The Geography of Dreams, well, here’s Boyett’s explanation from 1998. I wouldn’t hold your breath…

(Note: I have copies of both Ariel and Elegy beach available over on the Lame Excuse Books page.)

Why deny the obvious child?

September 15th, 2010

Arian Foster named NFL Offensive Player of the Week.

This was probably the biggest football no-brainer since Vince Young’s Rose Bowl MVP Award.

More on Arian Foster

September 13th, 2010

Just how good was Arian Foster’s 231 yard game?

Taking a look at the official statistics for the modern era:

  • His game would rank as the 22nd best ever, just behind Jim Brown’s 232 yards (his second-best game)
  • It’s more yards than was ever gained in a single game than Earl Campbell (206), Ricky Williams (228), Priest Holmes (227), Jerome Bettis (212), Marshall Faulk (220), Gale Sayers (205), Marcus Allen (191), or Tony Dorsett (206).
  • Of those ahead of him on the list, there are Hall-of-Famers (Walter Peyton, Jim Brown, O. J. Simpson, Eric Dickerson, Barry Sanders, Emmitt Smith), borderline great players (Cookie Gilchrist), some of today’s best running backs (Adrian Peterson, LaDainian Tomlinson), etc. Of that group, only Willie Ellison and Mike Anderson had merely average careers, and even they had at least one 1,000 yard rushing season.
  • It’s the most yards ever in their history against the Colts.
  • It’s three yards better than the best game of division rival (and aspiring 2,500 yard rusher) Chris Johnson of the Titans.

What all this suggests is that Arian Foster is extremely likely to have a very, very good season.

Texans 34, Colts 24

September 12th, 2010

The Texans didn’t just beat the Colts today, they beat the Super Bowl runner-up decisively. A few random observations from watching the game.

  1. Peyton Manning is still a better quarterback than Matt Schaub, but today the Houston Texans were a better team than the Indianapolis Colts.
  2. After watching last season’s aerial pyrotechnics, who would have believed that the Texans could reinvent themselves as a power-running team?
  3. As I mentioned at the end of last season, Arian Foster is the real deal. 231 yards, three touchdowns, seven yards a carry average? Those are just sick, video game numbers. Under the ridiculous assumption that he would continue to average that for the entire season, that works out to a total of 3,696 yards rushing. I would be quite shocked if he doesn’t end up being the Player of the Week.
  4. The reason he racked up such big numbers is that Houston dominated the line of scrimmage, opening huge holes for Foster to plunge through. For many years the offensive line was one the Texans’ most glaring weaknesses; if this game is any indication, this year it should be a strength.
  5. The defense seemed almost as dominant, consistently getting pressure on Manning throughout. You have to hand it to Manning: he managed to put up a gaudy 433 yards passing despite Mario Williams and Antonio Smith giving him a close, personal look at the Reliant Stadium turf throughout the game. Then again, he had to put up such numbers, because the Colts running game was getting stuffed and they constantly had to play from behind. And the Texans did all this without suspended NFL Defensive Rookie of the Year Brian Cushing. If the Texans can get this level of effort in the trench game, they are a no-questions asked playoff team this year.
  6. Manning still has much better timing and chemistry with his receiving corps than Schaub has with his (at least beyond Andre Johnson).
  7. This is just one game, and it’s a long, long season. But barring major breakdowns or injuries, the Texans have the potential to be one of the elite teams in the NFL this year.

Alan Moore Speaks

September 11th, 2010

Here’s an interesting and hefty interview with Alan Moore.

An Executive Summary for the tl;dr crowd:

  1. DC offered Alan Moore a huge sum of money to sign over the rights to Watchmen
  2. Moore thinks DC are basically thieves, crooks and hacks, and told them to go fuck themselves. (I’m paraphrasing a bit here…)

I’m not a true comics geek, but I had gotten the impression the DC almost always worked on a “work for hire” basis, which is why they were able to get the Watchmen movie done without Moore’s approval. However, this interview indicates that’s not necessarily so.

I would imagine that given our understanding of the industry standards during that time, and given the fact that, as I say, DC’s contractual stuff sometimes seems to be a bit shaky. So there may be… I mean, it’s occurred to me that I could possibly get a lawyer to look into this. There may be some problem with the contract, or some potential problem that may require my actual signature saying it’s okay to go ahead with these prequels and sequels. It might be that they can’t just do this. It may be that… it would seem that if they had gone out of their way to try and tempt me with worn-out rights to a property that was mine anyway, or sums of money… they’re offering me a million or two million, then I would imagine that what was potentially on offer to them would be higher by a couple of factors, maybe two or three factors, who knows? It could be a huge amount. So this would seem to explain their apparent desperate need to get me to put my signature upon something, which I’m not inclined to do.

And this:

If DC were to stop publishing WATCHMEN so it went out of print and then the rights automatically reverted to me and to Dave Gibbons, then you know, fair enough.

So: The rights to Watchmen are encumbered, and Moore isn’t going to be tricked or steamrolled into selling or giving them back.

Good for him.

(For more Watchmen-related goodness, take a look at Awesomely Wrong Watchmen.)

Book Proofs Received: Gene Wolfe’s Home Fires

September 8th, 2010

Gene Wolfe
Home Fires
Tor, January 2011

Seems like a time-lag war romance, ala The Forever War or Voices From a Distant Star. She goes off to war leaving him behind, she comes back, they go on a second honeymoon, and then weird things start happening.

This will probably jump to the next thing on the stack after I finish Charlie Stross’ The Fuller Memorandum

Dead Parrot Sketch Included

September 8th, 2010

And now for another episode of whoring for dollars!

Actually, I seldom promote any products beyond book and DVD links on this blog, but The Complete Monty Python’s Flying Circus 16 Ton Megaset (which gets you all the TV episodes and two live shows) for $34.99 strikes me as a good enough deal that I’m going to order one for myself.

And now, the Dead Parrot Sketch.

Vote on your prediction for the Houston Texans 2010 regular season

September 8th, 2010

Now that football season is upon us again, here’s a break for the usual science fiction and book geeking to present a poll on how the Texans will do this season. Rather than break things into ranges, I’ve made the poll granular enough that you can choose all the regular season outcomes from 0-16 to 16-0. (If there’s a tie, well, the poll is hosed, but such is life.)

Offer up your predictions, then comment below so you can claim bragging rights come January.

What will the Houston Texans regular season record be this year?
0-16
1-15
2-14
3-13
4-12
5-11
6-10
7-9
8-8
9-7
10-6
11-5
12-4
13-3
14-2
15-1
16-0
  
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The Funeral Home’s Page on Joe Domenici

September 7th, 2010

You might spot a few familiar faces among the photos there. And those who knew Joe may want to sign the condolences book if they’re so inclined.

Zardoz!

September 7th, 2010

Zardoz
Directed by: John Boorman
Written by: John Boorman
Starring: Sean Connery, Charlotte Rampling, Sara Kestelman, John Alderton, Sally Anne Newton, Niall Buggy, and a whole bunch of people who would really prefer you not bring it up.

Sometimes, through no fault of their own, certain science fiction films garner undeserved reputations as horrible failures, despite many sterling qualities.

Zardoz is not one of those films.

Given that John Boorman wrote, produced and directed this fiasco, you have to wonder what the pitch session was like:

Boorman: It has a giant floating stone head!

Studio head: (dead silence)

Boorman: It has an immortal society where everyone bakes bread and no one has sex!

Studio head: (dead silence)

Boorman: There’s a group of Apathetics who just stand around, and another group called the Renegades who are old people who wear formal clothing and have dance parties!

Studio head: (dead silence)

Boorman: Uh, there are also a lot of half-naked hippie chicks standing around.

Studio head: OK, here’s some money.

Today, Zardoz is most remembered (if it’s remembered at all) for Sean Connery running around in a loincloth, as well as the immortal line “The gun is good, the penis is evil.” But in truth that only scratches the surface of a film that’s by turns portentous, bizarre, badly dated and incoherent.

Perhaps the most risible of all the film’s elements are the overall production design, and especially the costumes. The hippie dippy utopia Connery’s character visits looks like it was outfitted in costumes left over after a community college production of Hair or Godspell, complete with billowy peasant halters (the film’s high naked breast count is one of its few non-camp virtues).

Believe it or not, this is one of the most coherent scenes in the movie.

Outside the Utopian bubble, the “outlanders” all wear tattered wool suits that make them look like extras from Oliver!, despite it being some 200 years since the (ill-defined) collapse of civilization. The furnishings inside the bubble are heavy on reflecting mirrors and bead curtains. English manor houses are rendered “futuristic” by attaching plastic bags to them.

The scene where Connery is “sucked” into the vortex is almost as bad as people pulling the ravenous carpet samples up over them in The Creeping Terror.

Every now and then an interesting idea floats to the surface (immortals can’t be killed, but they can be aged as punishment, bringing up shades of the struldbrugs from Gulliver’s Travels), only to sink again beneath another wave of improbable schlock.

There’s plenty of low humor to be had, such as the scene where the women quiz Connery to find out what this thing called “an erection” is, since they’ve done away with sex entirely. (Evidently this Utopia was founded by Andrea Dworkin.) And the film is so bad it’s the perfect target for a viewing party to make fun of. And it’s so oddly wrong-headed that it’s seldom boring.

Indeed, Zardoz is so bad, and so emblematic of a particular type of cinematic excess and incoherence that was only on display in the late 1960s and early 1970s, that it actually gives you a new appreciation for other early 1970s science fiction films. Silent Running and Logan’s Run had their problems but, lord, at least their directors had some idea of how to tell a story.

Boorman’s film is so oblique, so deeply personal and relentlessly anti-commercial, with such a thoroughly unpleasant protagonist (it’s hard to get an exact count on just how many women Connery’s character rapes in the film, since there are some flashbacks repeated, sometimes he starts to rape someone, only to have her resistance turn to sudden ardor, and sometimes he only gets started raping before changing his mind…), that you wonder how it got made in the first place.

We watched this at A.T. Campbell’s video party, and it was so bad we had to follow it up with The Incredibles, which is looking more and more like not just one of the greatest films of the last ten years, but one of the greatest films ever, period. You’ll enjoy watching it for the ninth time much better than you’ll enjoy watching Zardoz once.