Saturday, April 20, 2013

Odds and Ends

   Another dull Saturday at work and I still haven't finished reading the books in the hopper I'm planning to write about (Gonji, etc.)  So I'll ramble about some stuff instead of actually reading myself back on track.


Thank you for visiting! - While I don't intend to do non-swords & sorcery posts often, the "True Grit" post brought a bunch of new readers to the site.  But not specifically fans of the western.  No, it was fans of Glen Campbell.  Apparently, someone over at the official Glen Campbell site saw my post (and the favorable comments regarding Mr. Campbell's performance) and mentioned it on the site's discussion boards.  A bunch of folks ambled on over an gave the review a read.  Maybe, just maybe, some of them will pick up a a S&S book as a consequence.  Dang, I love the crazy interconnectedness promoted by the interweb.

Why Wasp? - My Wasp name/icon goes back to my earliest days blogging when the word weblog was still in common use and most people still weren't online.  Actually, it goes back further than that.
   So I'm a political and urban affairs junkie.  I've got a Masters of Public Administration and until about ten years ago I worked in and volunteered for all sorts of civic affairs.  I'm still deeply interested how cities work.
   Back in 1989, the late satirical magazine SPY included a game called "The-Race-for-Mayor".  Looking at the game cards is a beautiful snapshot of what NYC was like before the revival of the Giuliani and Bloomberg days.
   The playing pieces are a riot of NYC political archetypes.  There's a "Tedious Staten Island Right-Winger" to counter the "Tedious West Side Left-Winger".  My favorite, reflecting part of my own heritage (Anglo-Dutch on my dad's side going back to the original settlement of NYC in the 17th century), was the "Last Living Civic-Minded WASP".  He was the epitome of the old line scion serving the city out of some sort of noblesse oblige.  Wasp power is long gone but wealthy members of our species still show up from time to time in good government groups.
   When I started blogging at a joint site called "Fight Like Apes" it was under that very title.  My focus was NYC affairs.  In the end that site faded away.  I revived the handle when I started my own Staten Island-centric site, "Ape Shall Not Kill ".
   As  I started logging on to Wordpress and other places I just kept the Wasp name going.  When I finally decided to use an avatar, well, it was wasp time again.


  So there you go, a little chatter to pass the time and make me feel like I'm accomplishing something here at the blog.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Issue #15 of Swords and Sorcery Magazine On Line


   This month's "Swords and Sorcery Magazine" features a pair of debut stories for two new authors.  The first, "You Don't Want That" by Ray Krebs is essentially a cute bit of banter between a witch who has created a too-lucky charm and the young wizard constable who's be sent to confiscate it.  It's a little rough hewn with some sloppy editing to boot, but  it is quick couple of pages of fun.
   "The Snow Mage" by M.R. Timson's more polished and actually, more or less, a swords and sorcery story.  Unfortunately, it's obvious where the story's going well before it gets there.  Nonetheless, it's a more than acceptable.
   I liked both stories well enough and I like seeing a pair of new authors get to put their stories out there in front of sets of eyeballs.  Still, I want to see the magazine keep moving on its upward trajectory and this felt like a holding pattern.  I hope it doesn't mean Mr. Ellett's not running out experience writers' submissions.
   Also, the magazine's looking for votes over on it facebook page. They'd like to put out a collection of reader chosen best-stories from their first year.  So far not enough people have voted (myself included).  If you've been reading "Swords and Sorcery Magazine" and like it go on over and cast a vote.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

True Grit - Then and Now

 

   So I just watched the Coen Brother's 2010 "True Grit" followed by Henry Hathaway's 1969 version with John Wayne.  Both stripped most of their dialogue straight from Charles Portis' source novel and hew pretty closely to the story.  Both are great fun and it's really interesting to watch the different choices made by the two directors.  
   There are probably lots of folks who've written about the similarity of Westerns to swords & sorcery. Lord, knows REH wrote a ton of them. They've got a lot of the same things I'm looking for in S&S; the struggles between civilization and the frontier, the lone hero upholding his own code in the face of his enemies, or just a straightforward adventure.  Reading some other bloggers' recent comments over on Adventures Fantastic on the desire for adventure in their reading material, I thought I'd write a little about Westerns.
   For whatever reason I've only read few Westerns.  My dad had boxes of them in the attic but they never caught my fancy.  When he got sick, prior to his death, he gave them all to the used book store we frequented and a little old man bought most them in one fell swoop. So aside from Larry McMurtry's hefty "Lonesome Dove" cycle, Joe Lansdale's "Magic Wagon" and a few short stories here and there, Westerns to me mean movies. 
   I'm a movie guy.  I watch movies like other guys watch sports.  I've got a whole section of my DVD closet dedicated to Westerns and I need more space. I try to discriminate, only buying movies I know I'll re-watch, but I'm still running out of room.  I still don't have any of the Jimmy Stewart - Anthony Mann films from the early fifties or the Jack Nicholson - Monte Hellman low budget movies "The Shooting" or "Ride in the Whirlwind".
   Westerns were the lifeblood of Hollywood and television for decades. There were hundreds of Westerns produced over the decades, ranging from A-movies like "High Noon" and "The Searchers" to endless Saturday matinee fodder like the Durango Kid serials.  According to Wikipedia (which we know is never wrong), the highpoint for Westerns on tv came in 1959 when there were 28 prime time shows.  One week in March of that year, 8 of the top 10 shows were Westerns.
   And then in the seventies they died.  Oh, they struggled on for some time after 1970 and some great films were made, but by 1980 the Western had pretty much vanished as a regular production.  On television the demise appears to have come from a combination of parents' groups concerns about violence and the "rural purge" carried out by the networks in order to concentrate on urban viewers.  The decades old "Gunsmoke" came to an end in 1975.  While increased urbanization probably is part of the answer, I think the movies died from, I'd argue, from more complex reasons as well.
   There have been many Westerns made since then but never anything that came close to restoring the genre to its preeminence.  "Lonesome Dove, one of the best Westerns ever hit tv screens in 1989.  "Dances With Wolves", a  pretty but historically flawed work, won Oscars.  Clint Eastwood's "Unforgiven" is a terrifying examination of violence and worthy of standing up along the greats of the past.  None of their success did anything to make Westerns common again.
    Perhaps one of the things that undermined the Western as a thing of mass entertainment was the rise of the revisionist Western.  Their roots can be traced back to certain films of the late forties and fifties but they really took off in the sixties.  Like the works of current fantasists like George R. R. Martin and R. Scott Bakker, these films purported to take a more realistic look at the violence and heroics.  Instead of an upright noble sheriff with a white hat you got a man with his own personal motives and a gray hat.  Later the cynicism that arose in the sixties permeated Westerns as much as it did every other genre.
   As the Viet Nam War and civil rights moved to the center of public concerns, the racism and exploitation interwoven with America's westward expansion became themes to be explored.  Indians took on a larger role, moving if not to center stage, at least out of the wings.  Cavalry men were often depicted as racist, jack booted murderers, not the planters of American civilization.  Black men, who made up maybe 25% of all cowboys and several regiments of the US Army, got to come out of the shadows a little bit.  Several Italian Westerns played with explicit Marxist themes of class and power as well.  The early revisionist movies gave way to wholesale critiques of the whole American undertaking as well as just heroism and violence.  
   Now I love many of these movies but believe the reduction of the heroic aspects of the Western reduced its mass appeal which in turn decreased their box office returns and encouraged Hollywood to find new subjects.  Most folks don't want to see Clint Eastwood raping and killing or a re-enactment of the Sand Creek Massacre on a date movie.  Many of the seventies' Italian Westerns are so odd and baroque they're practically art house films.  When Westerns were basically (very basically) about good guys in white hats fighting bad guys in black hats it was easy for them to be more broadly appealing.  Most people like to watch heroes restoring order from chaos and bringing justice to the downtrodden (which is why I don't it's surprising that private eye shows flourished as the Westerns faded from television) People don't want their noses rubbed in the muck of mankind's darkest nature.
   "True Grit" was John Wayne's comeback effort in the wake of the critically lambasted (though a box office success) "The Green Berets".  While Wayne had played an old man before ("Red River" and "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon"), here, at the age of 62, he really was an old man.  Here he was playing a fat old drunk with one eye with gusto.
   For those who haven't seen either version, "True Grit" is about fourteen year old Mattie Ross' effort to bring her father's killer to justice.  To do so she hires Rooster Cogburn, the toughest federal marshal around, to chase the killer down in the Indian Territory (modern Oklahoma).  She's a smart and determined girl and he's a drunkard who has probably spent more of his life on the wrong side of the law than the good.
   The 1969 "True Grit" is a conservative effort to be a revisionist movie.  Though a drunken reprobate and bushwhacker, John  Wayne's Cogburn is not drastically dissimilar to many of his other roles over the decades.  Played a little too broadly at times, his portrayal's more curmudgeonly and fatherly teddy bear than weathered souse.  Nonetheless, Wayne was clearly having fun and it's infectious as he speaks Portis' mannered words.  Maybe it wasn't Wayne's best played role (I might go for Thomas Dunson in "Red River" or J.B. Books in "The Shootist"), but it did earn him an Oscar.
 
 What makes the story a revisionist one is its slightly jaundiced view of Western heroics and a more realistic take on frontier violence.  Rooster and the Texas Ranger, LeBoeuf, are in it for the money, not a need to see justice done.  Rooster makes it clear he won't budge until Mattie puts gold in his hand.  Men are killed in drunken fits not carefully staged showdowns.  Mattie's drive for justice is seen as a fool's errand by most of the people she meets.
   Elmer Bernstein's score is the greatest concession to traditional Western tropes and the greatest factor undermining the movie.  If you've watched enough Westerns you've heard the same sort music before.  The music's just too upbeat and sweeping for a story about an expedition into the violent frontier of the Territory.  It's like they needed to provide aural cues to let you know Rooster Cogburn really was a hero.  The music's similar to the epic score Bernstein had composed earlier for "The Magnificent Seven".  It's got a big, epic sound I find inappropriate to the intimate scale of the story and with little of the gloominess inherent to the story.
   The Coen brothers' "True Grit" is visually darker than Hathaway's.  Sticking as closely to the text as the earlier movie did it does sometimes feels like a recreation.  Still, it's not a pointless new version like Gus van Sant's awful "Psycho".  The Coen's brought some great things to their project that justified the reworking of a classic.
   The new "True Grit" does something I wish all adaptations would do.  In the role of Mattie Ross, it uses a real fourteen
year girl.  Hailee Steinfeld is terrific.  When she stands her ground verbally, it's all the more impressive for hearing a real teenager say those lines.  When she's in danger it's actually more nerve wracking.  Kim Darby's good in the older movie but she was an adult and her presence doesn't have the same visual and visceral impact of Steinfeld (just imagine how much creepier and disturbing HBO's "Game of Thrones" would be if Daenerys was played by a thirteen-year old or Bran a seven year old).
   Carter Burwell's score is the movie's strongest new element.  Drawing its inspiration from 19th century hymns, using several as recurrent themes, the music sounds proper.  While using modern orchestration, it still sounds right for the period.  Also, unlike Bernstein's score, Burwell's has darker and mournful shades.  The music never sounds like just another adventure movie score.  Jeff Bridge's Rooster Cogburn may be a little more subdued than Wayne's but his actual performance isn't much subtler.  Somehow, though, it feels that way.  My wife suggested that if the new soundtrack was place over the old movie it would make it a much better movie and I agree.  It adds nuance sometimes lacking in the original movie.
   Both movies are great.  Right now I think I'd put the Coen's version a little bit
higher on my list of favorite Westerns.  Their inclusion of the novels' end with Mattie looking back on events as a middle-aged spinster is powerful.  Hathaway's movie ends playing up John Wayne's paternal side too much.
   Still, Hathaway's holds up pretty well.  I was surprised how much I liked Glen Campbell's performance, never having really thought about it before.  Maybe it's his natural Southern accent (as a New Yorker I don't know how much or little his native Arkansan accent compares to a real Texan one), but he delivers LeBoeuf's lines better than the still very good Matt Damon.
    I'm actually sort of happy that Westerns don't rule the roost anymore.  The ones that get made tend to be better done than the raft of oaters that used to get turned out by Hollywood and the tv studios.  In the past, for every good Western there were maybe a dozen quickly cranked out clunkers.
   Here's a list of Westerns I think fans of heroic fiction might get into pretty easily; "The Man from Laramie", "Seven Men from Now", "The Professionals", "A Fistful of Dollars", "The Wild Bunch" and "High Plains Drifter".  And of course, both versions of "True Grit."

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Beneath Ceaseless Skies #117 - Review

   Another Beneath Ceaseless Skies, #117 to be specific, another cool cover and two more good stories, blah, blah, blah.  I've been reading the mag for around a year now and even when I don't like a story I never hate a story.  Sort makes me want to hate them a little bit or wish they printed a uniformly crappy issue for a change.    But nope, bless their diligence, the powers that be over at BCS just keep plugging along, two stories every two weeks (plus audio versions of some of them).
   This month's gorgeous (as usual) cover, by Maciej Wojtala, is called "Marching Off".  I loved the glaring, brightness of the street set between the troops and the fortress rising in front of them.  Click here to see the painting in its full-sized glory.
   The issue-opener, "Armistice Day" by Marissa Lingen, is an examination of the effects of relying on magical forces to settle a war.  To prevent their opponents' victory over them, a nation's sorcerers conjured an army of creatures described as "little squashed mustardy yellow people" out of nothing.  Created as warriors, the nation is faced with the question of what to do with them when there's no longer a use for their martial or magical skills.
  "Armistice Day" is narrated by the sergeant of a unit of conjured soldiers relegated to working in the kitchens of a university of wizardry.  The supposition is that their skills with knives can easily be converted from carving men to carving vegetables.
   I'm a sucker for stories that take an old stock fantasy image and then try to examine it in a novel fashion.  When it succeeds, especially as well as it does here, I'm even happier.
   Issue #117's second story is "Blood Remembers" by Alec Austin.  Unlike the low key nature of "Armistice Day", this story's a great, big expansive one set amidst religious schism, a heretical crusade and betrayal.
   There's a whole lot going on in Austin's story and he just throws the reader into things with not a lot of explanation.  I don't want to give much away too much as there are some striking images that deserve to be experienced without my interference.
   Broadly, Anton Carcania is leading an army against the book burning forces of the anti-pope Immaculate.  In the course of the story we learn Anton was once on the wrong end of a crusade and memories of that horror still move him.
   Following betrayal by his major ally (I'm not really giving anything away), Anton initiates a plan of monstrous magnitude.  While the events of "Blood Remembers" were inspired by the Albigensian Crusade, and Austin's world has strong similarities to Medieval Europe, there's so much more to it than any simple parallels.
   So that's that.  Go look at Mr. Wojtala's pretty picture and read a couple of good stories.  I really hope BCS is meeting the expectations of its staff.  Something this consistently good deserves to be noticed and read.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Mail Bag

Getting my hopes up about the late Lin Carter, I put a order in for all three books in the Chronicle of Kylix cycle.  The third comes recommended by Charles R. Rutledge of Singular Points.  Fingers crossed, people.


   With everybody talking up the Gonji books I had to see what's the deal.  Ordered the first one and started it the other night.  So far, so good.


Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Issue #14 of Swords and Sorcery Magazine On Line

   Another issue of Curtis Ellett's "Swords and Sorcery Magazine" went up the other week and I finally got around to reading it (yeah, I've been slack in keeping up with the magazines of late).  Not as good as the last few but still better than the first several I read.
   The opener, "Calling Fire" by Jarod K. Anderson, is really more an introduction to a character than a full blow story.  An unnamed narrator introduces the reader to a world where fire callers exist, peddling their skills at summoning heat and flame like any other tradesman.
   The narrator is setting out for an annual journey to the plains in order to let loose a year of self-control.  After limiting his talents to heating kettles or lighting candles he needs more.  More means setting the plains alight.
   Unfortunately, there are those who consider fire callers demonic and the narrator meets a trio of such people.  Up until the confrontation with the trio, I found the idea of a fire caller wandering about selling heating services a little pointless.  Several bits of information regarding the caller's trade are made clear at this stage that changed my mind.
   Anderson's writing works well at conveying the joy of the fire caller's use of his talents.  Still, it's not much of a story and, as is often the case with shorts, feels like it's been shorn from a larger piece of fabric.
   "God of the Mountaintop" by John Grover I like only a little.  Dorrin, a swordsman, and his companion Vess, a siren (like from the Odyssey) are traipsing about the countryside when they enter a village that's clearly been through the ringer.  Cattle lay dead (with bites taken out of them) in the fields and the town center's a shambles.  A brief interaction with a young boy named Sebastian reveals that only recently has new god appeared atop a nearby mountain.  Said god is always demanding offerings of food but the villagers' tithes are never enough.  Now they're contemplating a virgin as the next gift.  Sensing a scam at hand, Dorrin and Vess declare to the villagers they will right the wrongs and set them free from the false deity's bondage.
   There are some nice bits to "God of the Mountaintop", such as Dorrin remembering how he met Vess and later telling her why he's such a good guy.  The psychological problems of the villains is a nice bit of cleverness as well.  Still, everything felt a little too familiar and by the end I was a bit bored.
   So, click your bookmark, and read this month's stories.  I need to get back on track because it's only a week and half away until the next issue.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

A Crapsack Universe - "The White Isle" by Darrell Schweitzer


  A crapsack universe, according to tvtropes.org, is one where all that can go wrong does or survival is difficult and existence a constant misery.  The universe of Darrell Schweitzer's first novel (written in 1976 and published in 1989), "The White Isle", is worse.  According to a 2003 interview Schweitzer did with G.W. Thomas, the story is "a 23-year-old's attempt to write tragedy.  The basic premise is this "what if Fate and the Gods really have screwed us over?  Life's a bitch, and then you die.  The afterlife is worse.  There is no right and wrong.  Everyone goes to Hell."
   Deliberately reminiscent at times of Clark Ashton Smith's dark and cynical fantasy stories, "The White Isle" opens words of dread:

            "Hear me!
            Hear now, O Lords and Ladies, the tale of
            Evnos and Riancinera, and the doom of
            the House of Iankoros.
            Hear me!"

   "The White Isle" is the tale of Prince Evnos of Iankoros and his quest to recover his wife, Riancinera, from the Underearth and free her from bondage to Rannon, god of death.  Casting aside the warnings of his tutor, the wizard Theremderis, and the dismissive words of a demon he summons to learn the way into the Underearth, Evnos sets out alone on his quest.  A powerful sorcerer, the prince is able to make his way into the death god's kingdom and smart enough to navigate around or overcome all the obstacles that stand between him and Riancinera.


  It is at the point of Evnos' entry into the Underearth that  "The White Isle" becomes the story described in the interview referenced above.  Without  giving anything away about the terrifying imagery Schweitzer's conjured up, Evnos discovers the afterlife is unremitting pain and sadism.  There is no hope, all are damned and none are saved.  It's as inventively cruel and painful as Michael Shea's Hell in the Nifft stories but bereft of even black humor.

   Evnos' early life, his education and marriage then his quest to rescue his wife only makes up about the first half of the book.  The second half is best seen as Schweitzer described it in the same G. W. Thomas interview; an epilogue.  It tells of the years following Evnos' raid on Rannon's kingdom and the horrible prices he found he had to pay.  
   The core of "The White Isle", Evnos' journey to the Underearth, is based on a theme at least as old as that of Orpheus and Eurydice (which Schweitzer points to in the Thomas interview).  In its telling the story often sounds equally ancient.  There are moments that would not seem out of place if we were told they came from ancient Mesopotamia.  One of the most myth-like moments occurs when Evnos is surrounded by demon-soldiers of Rannon.  He distracts, then overcomes them with fruit (an element Schweitzer admits to swiping from a Japanese Orpheus-type story).

"Then he remembered the bag of fruit he was carrying and what it was for.  He reached in and threw apples on the ground.
   "Here, brave ones!  The gifts of the earth!
    At once the creatures fell to fighting among themselves over the fruit for they craved it.  Over the centuries, as Glazdiri had explained, the tormented had a way of revenging themselves on their jailers by describing to them in endless, exquisite detail the pleasures of the upper world, which Rannon's creatures of course would never know."

  An atmosphere like ancient legends may suffuse "The White Isle", but its utter and unavoidable hopelessness makes the novel feel modern.  This book extends far beyond nihilism.  Only at the book's very end, when a creation story is presented, is there any hint of some possible escape due to the existence of something outside of and greater than Rannon.  Even that, though, is not assured.  This is one of the bleakest fantasy books I've ever read and I've read R. Scott Bakker.
   Still, this is not a book to be missed.  If  the success of "The White Isle" should only be judged by how well it succeeded at achieving the task its author set himself then it's a near perfect one, but there are several other good reasons to read it.  Schweitzer created a sympathetic character in Evnos and as he grows and matures the reader becomes attached to him.  When he's hurt learning magic or by the death of his wife, we feel it.  We want his quest to succeed nearly as urgently as Evnos does.  His determination is something to behold.  Like him we are horrified at the reality of the world laid bare.  It's also a book of inventive world construction and exciting storytelling.  
   I haven't read much Schweitzer but if this is a reasonable sample of his wares I'm ready to try more.