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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 06/27/97 -- Vol. 15, No. 52

       MT Chair/Librarian:
                     Mark Leeper   MT 3E-433  732-957-5619 mleeper@lucent.com
       HO Chair:     John Jetzt    MT 2E-530  732-957-5087 jetzt@lucent.com
       HO Librarian: Nick Sauer    HO 4F-427  732-949-7076 njs@lucent.com
       Distinguished Heinlein Apologist:
                     Rob Mitchell  MT 2D-536  732-957-6330 rlmitchell1@lucent.com
       Factotum:     Evelyn Leeper MT 3E-433  732-957-2070 eleeper@lucent.com
       Back issues at http://www.geocities.com/~ecl.
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       The Science Fiction Association of Bergen County meets on the
       second Saturday of every month in Upper Saddle River; call
       201-933-2724 for details.  The New Jersey Science Fiction Society
       meets on the third Saturday of every month in Belleville; call
       201-432-5965 for details.  The Denver Area Science Fiction
       Association meets 7:30 PM on the third Saturday of every month at
       Southwest State Bank, 1380 S. Federal Blvd.

       1. URL of  the  week:  http://yarra.vicnet.net.au/~msfc/george.htm.
       The George Turner Memorial Page.

       George Turner died 8 June 1997 of a stroke at the age  of  80.   He
       won  the  Arthur  C. Clarke Award for 1988 for THE DROWNING TOWERS,
       which was also nominated  for  the  Nebula  and  John  W.  Campbell
       Awards.   He  was  scheduled  to  be one of the Guests of Honour at
       Aussiecon 3, the 1998 Worldcon.  [-ecl]

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       2. Last week I wrote a piece on how I was just using red tape to my
       advantage  by  asking fund-raisers who call to apply for an account
       number before I can contribute to them.  I admit now it was a joke,
       or  perhaps  a  thought  experiment.  But you know some of my jokes
       turn out not to be so absurd.   I  have  decided  to  actually  try
       telling a fund-raiser that they have to fill out an application for
       me to contribute to their cause.  It was a broadcast station that I
       have contributed to quite generously for year and continue to.  But
       of course they want me to increase my pledge and frankly, I am  not
       sure  they deserve much more.  The more I thought about it the more
       I decided if they really wanted more money it seems  only  fair  to
       have  them  fill  out  an application form.  So I really have tried
       telling them when they called that they had to send me  a  stamped,
       self addressed envelope and I would send them an application.

       Now I am not saying that if you think  that  a  charity  is  really
       worthwhile  you cannot waive this procedure.  I am a great believer
       in OXFAM--Oxford Famine Relief (plug! Plug!).  But I get  tired  of
       being  called  by  all  kinds  of alumni associations--four or five
       different ones claim me.  I am a pretty soft touch and have a  hard
       time  saying  "no."   So  I  hit  on  this  scheme  to  have people
       requesting money fill out an application form.  This way I can seem
       absolutely sympathetic.  I have never yet seen a charity willing to
       go through the effort to fill out an application  form  to  get  my
       patronage.   They  may  want  money, but not that badly.  There are
       easier pickings out there.  The problem is some fund-raiser may  at
       some  point decide they really do want to apply for my funding.  In
       this case I told the caller that if he wanted funding he would have
       to  fill  out  an application and apply for it.  His response was a
       simple if bewildered OK.  And I expect never  to  hear  from  them.
       But I still am not sure.

       Well, I decided that I might actually need to have  an  application
       form, just in case someone actually asked for one.  I thought of it
       as just a responsibility. That is up until  the  moment  I  started
       putting  together  the  application.   Suddenly I realized this was
       going to be the fun part of the  job.   Hey,  putting  together  an
       application  is  a kick.  No wonder so many banks and universities,
       and who knows what else use them.  You can ask just about  anything
       you  want.  If you were a public institution there are only certain
       things it would be legal to ask.  But I seriously doubt  there  are
       any  laws  protecting  fund-raisers.  That is because nobody says I
       have to give them anything.  We let ourselves be hounded by  people
       wanting  money for all sorts of things, but you really have to bear
       in mind that they are dependent on you, not the other  way  around.
       If they don't like what you ask them, they don't need to apply.  If
       you wanted to ask the application filler about his or her sex  life
       you  really  could  do  it.   I  mean, you aren't disbursing public
       funds.  You are doing this on your own dime.  And if they lie  they
       are  fraudulently  collecting  funds.   They can refuse to answer a
       question, but you can refuse to fund them.

       It may sound like actually putting together an application is a lot
       of  work,  but  don't  forget  all you need is a pencil and a blank
       piece of paper.  Nobody says an application form has to be neat.  I
       would  say  just  make  up  a rough application form in pencil on a
       blank piece of paper.  As soon as I started thinking about  what  I
       should  put  on the application, the more enjoyable task it became.
       What would I want to know?  Hey, how much  did  you  take  in  last
       year?   What  proportion  went  to operating expenses?  What is the
       highest salary in your organization?  If I  give  you  one  dollar,
       what  will  you  do  with  it?   What  if  it is 10 dollars.  $100?
       $10,000?  A cool million?  Well, you get the idea.  Well,  probably
       nobody  is  ever  going to apply for funding using the application.
       But then even so it has served its purpose.   My  phone  no  longer
       rings four times a night.  [-mrl]

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       3. BLUE MARS (Bantam Spectra, 671pp,  ISBN  0-553-1144-7)  (a  book
       review by Joseph A. Karpierz):

       With BLUE MARS, Kim Stanley Robinson finishes his ambitious work on
       the colonization of Mars.  The first two novels, RED MARS and GREEN
       MARS, have won numerous awards.  BLUE MARS puts a  fine  finish  on
       the trilogy, but I don't think it lives up to its predecessors.  It
       seems a tad long, and to me it wanders in spots, and it acts as  if
       it  is  in  search of a real ending.  Having said that, I gained an
       appreciation for what  Robinson  was  really  doing  about  halfway
       through  the  book,  so much so that the length didn't bother me as
       much as it first did.

       The real question with this review is  "where  do  I  begin?",  for
       Robinson  covers so much ground in the 671 pages of the novel on so
       many different levels that it is difficult to get a grasp on.  On a
       pure  story  level,  it  begins with a conflict between the various
       groups on Mars as to  whether  the  elevator  to  space  should  be
       knocked down to isolate Mars from Earth.  From there it goes to the
       development  of  a  constitution  for  Mars,  the  development   of
       effective  and  fast  space  travel,  the colonization of the Solar
       System, another revolution, political tensions  among  the  various
       factions  on  Mars  as  well  as with Earth, and, well, you get the
       idea.

       But it's what surrounds and supports the story that makes the novel
       so  remarkable.   It  seems  as  if Robinson knows more than just a
       little bit about politics, constitution building,  weather,  memory
       research,  and  a host of other subjects.  I feel as if I came away
       with a better education than I did in some of my college courses.

       But it's not just the plot and the ideas  that  carry  this  story.
       Robinson  takes the remaining First Hundred and others and weaves a
       tale that made me care about them more than the first two novels in
       the  series.  Part of the story concerns the dying off of the First
       Hundred; there are less than twenty left by the end of  the  novel.
       But  as  we  watch those First Hundred change and realize that they
       really  won't  live  forever,  the  story  shifts  to  the  younger
       generation, as they make Mars their own.

       There is so much to this book that I can't begin to do it  justice.
       It is truly a rich book.  But for me, the problem is its length and
       focus.  The entire series should have been broken down into smaller
       books  (but then you'd hear me complaining about how sf has nothing
       but series being published).   Overall,  the  Mars  Trilogy  is  an
       astounding  piece of work, one that will probably go down as an all
       time classic.  For what  this  story  is  about  is  not  just  the
       colonization  of Mars (and the rest of the solar system), but about
       man's struggle to reach out beyond himself to new  places  and  new
       experiences,  and to forge new beginnings.  Not unlike the settlers
       of America, I suppose.  It is certainly  a  series  worth  reading.
       [-jk]

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       4. BATMAN AND ROBIN (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: CAPSULE: BATMAN AND ROBIN combines the
                 pacing of a Hong Kong action film with the plot
                 depth of a Hong Kong action film.  The  current
                 chapter  has  some  interesting  visuals  if it
                 would ever slow down enough to let the audience
                 appreciate  them,  but the writing is the worst
                 of any of the series.  Rating:  low -1  (-4  to
                 +4), 2 (0 to 10)
                 New York Critics: 2 positive, 10  negative,  12
                 mixed

       Someone decided it was time for another  Batman  film.   Note  that
       this  is not the same thing as saying that somebody had a good idea
       for a Batman story that they wanted to film.  I did  not  say  that
       someone  was  really excited about the possibilities for the Batman
       character and the peripheral people in Batman's life.  But time has
       definitely  passed  and the cash cow was ready for another squeeze.
       Batman  (George  Clooney)  and  Robin  (Chris   O'Donnell)   battle
       Mr. Freeze  (Arnold  Schwarzenegger)  a villain who wants to freeze
       the world and Poison Ivy (Uma Thurman) who  can  make  people  love
       her,  has  a  poison  kiss,  and  wants  to make the world safe for
       plants.  Batman's butler Alfred (Michael Gough) is  dying.   Batman
       and  Robin  have  a  falling  out over Ivy.  Alfred's British niece
       (Alicia Silverstone) becomes Batgirl.  And this plot  is  just  one
       minor  feature  of  the  new  BATMAN  AND  ROBIN!  If I seem not to
       consider the plot very important, you should see the  treatment  it
       gets from director Joel Schumacher.  The script was not

       Top-billed as Mr. Freeze is Arnold Schwarzenegger, who may be  able
       to  benchpress  a  Buick  but finds it beyond his ability to push a
       performance out through thick layers of  blue  makeup  and  plastic
       suit.   The  concept  of a villain who fell into a freezing vat and
       now wants to freeze the world left me  cold,  and  Schwarzenegger's
       performance  is  an  absolute zero with none of his natural wit and
       far too many lamely unfunny one-liners.  Physically, George Clooney
       looks  the most like the comic book Bruce Wayne of the three actors
       who have played him so far, or put another way, this is  the  first
       one who looked at all the part.  The problem is that Clooney is not
       a very exciting or even interesting actor.  And if  you  cannot  be
       exciting  as Batman, you may just not be destined to be exciting at
       all.  Chris O'Donnell plays Robin, the Boy Wonder who in my days of
       reading   the   comic  was  eternally  about  fourteen  years  old.
       Unfortunately it is hard to find a fourteen-year-old  with  marquee
       value.  Putting O'Donnell in the role b

       With each new Batman film Gotham City becomes more deeply  engulfed
       by the inevitable and all-consuming advance of Art Noveau.  The art
       style  appears  to  be  chewing  up  all  the  more  normal-looking
       buildings and spitting out titanic geometric formations and baroque
       reliefs and statues of colossal human figures.  Gotham seems unable
       to  stem  the tide, but apparently Batman has not been called.  The
       city has gone from resembling Helsinki in the first film  to  being
       an incredible architectural nightmare in BATMAN AND ROBIN.  Perhaps
       the one saving grace of  the  film  is  that  it  does  bring  this
       abstract  art-form  to  the masses.  But this combines with Stephen
       Goldblatt's dark photography and  Dennis  Virkler's  fast  editing.
       The  result  is  a film that might be entertaining to look at if it
       were just a little more sparse and if the pace were cut down just a
       bit.   But there were many scenes in which I had to ask myself what
       it was that I just saw.

       BATMAN AND ROBIN is a sloppy and slapdash film that gets a  low  -1
       on the -4 to +4 scale.  [-mrl]

       ===================================================================

       5. THE PILLOW BOOK (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule:  THE  PILLOW  BOOK  is   a   stylishly
                 presented   but   overly  long  and  deliberate
                 modernization of the 10th Century  Pillow  Book
                 of  Sei  Shonagon.  What could have been a good
                 study of clash of traditional and modern values
                 never  really  gets beyond being self-indulgent
                 and even obscure.  Rating: -1 (-4 to +4), 2  (0
                 to 10)
                 New York Critics:  8 positive,  2  negative,  4
                 mixed

       Peter Greenaway is a filmmaker who often expects  a  lot  from  his
       audience and takes chances.  The downside of taking chances is that
       sometimes you lose.  THE PILLOW BOOK is one of his losses.  This is
       a  film  that  is  pretty  to  look  at and one which does a lot of
       strange and unexpected things with the visual style.  But the story
       is over-blown, over-long, overly-obscure, and overly melodramatic.

       The basis and  inspiration  for  Greenaway's  latest  film  is  the
       original  Pillow  Book  of Sei Shonagon, published in Heian period,
       the late 10th Century Japan.  The  original  was  a  collection  of
       poetry,  reminiscences--some  amorous,  lists,  and  anecdotes  all
       relevant to court life of the time.  Greenaway's film  inspired  by
       that  book  is  the story of Nagiko (played by Vivian Wu), a modern
       woman who one  millennium  later  is  collecting  her  own  set  of
       experiences,  mostly  erotic,  inspired by Sei, but also by her own
       fascination with body painting.  Nagiko's  fascination  stems  from
       her  father's annual ritual of on her birthday painting text on her
       face and neck and retelling of how God made people out of clay.  In
       his  myth God painted each of them, naming them in the process.  If
       He approved of his work he also signed it.

       Nagiko grows with an erotic fascination with having text painted on
       her  body.   Her  first requirement of a lover is that he be a good
       calligrapher, painting nearly anything on her body in any language.
       In  flashbacks,  often in only one small part of the screen, we see
       how her father was betrayed by his publisher who  also  forced  her
       into  marriage  with  his nephew.  The husband proves to be a cruel
       and insensitive man who is also a lousy calligrapher in  bed.   The
       film  has a problem in that most viewers from a European background
       are uneducated in the subtleties of Japanese calligraphy  and  will
       not  know good work from work not so good.  Nagiko eventually finds
       love in the arms of Scotsman Jerome (Ewan McGregor of EMMA  and  of
       course  TRAINSPOTTING--any  young Scottish actor you see these days
       is probably from TRAINSPOTTING).  But  when  the  publisher's  hand
       reaches  again  into  her  life,  she  decides  it  is  time  for a
       particularly appropriate retribution.

       In the tradition of his PROSPERO'S BOOKS Greenaway plays  with  his
       screen  composition.   He  varies the size and shape of the screen.
       He will inlay as many as four smaller frames  with  action  into  a
       full-sized fifth frame, now reduced to a cross.  Greenaway works to
       combine the texture of the original Pillow Book on paper  with  his
       own  updated  version  of  the  story.   The result is hypnotic but
       eventually the slow and deliberate pacing and the repetition  begin
       to  wear  on  the  audience.   Nagiko's  attempts  to  recreate the
       painting experience of her  early  youth  in  erotic  terms  almost
       reminds  one  of Jack Nicholson's stylized erotic ritual toward the
       end of CARNAL KNOWLEDGE.   The  pretensions  of  Greenaway's  style
       become a liability when there is too long for too little story.  In
       the final analysis the story seems more an  erotic  dream  than  an
       intelligent  narrative.   Occasional  pieces  of  wit do leaven the
       story, but they require careful observation and are of a  very  dry
       humor.   One example: characters in the film are painted with texts
       meaningful to them, and apparently  in  the  same  vain  a  van  is
       painted with road maps, the texts that it follows.

       Greenaway's films are rich with style, but  style  without  a  good
       plot  can  be as bad as plot without style.  I found his recent THE
       BABY OF MACON far more rewarding.   Greenaway  taking  on  Japanese
       culture  should  have  been  a  good  deal more insightful and less
       tedious.  I rate it a -1 on the -4 to +4 scale.  [-mrl]

                                          Mark Leeper
                                          MT 3E-433 732-957-5619
                                          mleeper@lucent.com

            Men are born ignorant, not stupid;
            they are made stupid by education.
                                          -- Bertrand Russell