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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 06/01/01 -- Vol. 19, No. 48

       Chair/Librarian: Mark Leeper, 732-817-5619, mleeper@avaya.com
       Factotum: Evelyn Leeper, 732-332-6218, eleeper@lucent.com
       Distinguished Heinlein Apologist: Rob Mitchell, robmitchell@avaya.com
       HO Chair Emeritus: John Jetzt, jetzt@avaya.com
       HO Librarian Emeritus: Nick Sauer, njs@lucent.com
       Back issues at http://www.geocities.com/evelynleeper
       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
       201-447-3652 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.

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       1. In this issue I review PEARL HARBOR, which l liked  considerably
       better  than  most  of  the critics.  I do not think it affected my
       judgement, but it would be hard for me not to like a film in  which
       the  main character is a man who loves flying and who folds origami
       to win a beautiful and very capable woman named Evelyn.  [-mrl]

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       2. The people who attend  or  support  the  World  Science  Fiction
       Convention each year get with their membership the right to vote on
       the Hugo Award, the equivalent of the Academy Award for  the  field
       of  science  fiction.   As  is appropriate to science fiction, this
       year they are voting on the Hugos for two different years.  The has
       been  a  move  of late to fill in Hugo Awards for some of the early
       years that science fiction was popular but for which there were  no
       awards.   That is sort of appropriate, I guess.  We are supposed to
       vote as if we were from that year but came to this  year  via  time
       machine,  a process that seems more appropriate to the Hugo than to
       just about any other award.  This year the attendees are voting  on
       awards  for  science  fiction  from the year 2000 and from the year
       1950.  To this end I am reading Isaac Asimov's 1950 novel PEBBLE IN
       THE  SKY, which is one of the five novels which have been nominated
       for a retro-Hugo.
       PEBBLE IN THE SKY was written  after  the  novellas  that  comprise
       FOUNDATION  and  FOUNDATION  AND  EMPIRE.  It is actually the first
       real novel that  Asimov  wrote  that  fits  into  his  "Foundation"
       series,  though  perhaps  only  for  one minor passing reference to
       Trantor.  In this book a middle-aged man is catapulted into the far
       future  when  there  is a galactic civilization and nobody is quite
       sure any more even what planet mankind started  on.   Also  fitting
       into  the  plot  is  the  age of the man sent.  He is about to turn
       sixty.  That would have seemed very old, indeed, if I had read this
       book first as a teenager.  These days it does not seem so old.  But
       the time traveler mentions he is going to turn sixty.  The question
       that pops into my mind is how will he know when it happens.  One of
       the things that become much more difficult for a time  traveler  is
       determining his own exact age.

       First, we have to discuss what it means to be a certain age if  you
       happen  not  to  be  a time traveler.  Well, the way we tell age on
       Earth is purely by counting birthdays.  Age in years is actually is
       an  imprecise  measure  of  age  since  not  all years are the same
       length.  Sometimes we throw in leap-days.  We have even been  known
       to  add leap seconds.  This makes for a very faulty measuring stick
       and you run into the quite possible problem that if the  days  fall
       right you can be 26 and be marginally older than your father was at
       a time when he was already 27.  You may have lived through one more
       leap-day  than  he  did.   In  our  calendar  it  cannot  be  a big
       difference, but it happens.  The problem  is  also  complicated  by
       this  age  of  fast  travel.   Even on a 24-hour clock, if you move
       westward time slows for you a little, at least in the regard that a
       day can last longer than 24 hours.

       Things are even more mishugah in the Hebrew calendar in  which  you
       have entire leap months.  There you can turn 27 and be several days
       older than your father was when he turned 27.  And the  day  before
       that  you were 26 but older than your father was at 27.  And forget
       what happens if you measure on two different calendars.   Then  the
       number  you  use  for  your  age  can  be really confused.  This is
       particularly true if one of the calendars is the  Muslim  calendar.
       The  year  on the Muslim calendar is not even the length of a solar
       year on the average.  That means that your  birthday  moves  around
       the  solar year and falls in different seasons.  I am not an expert
       on this subject but I think that means the number  of  years  since
       the  founding  of  Islam  is  significantly different in the Muslim
       calendar and in ours.   They  are  measuring  in  different  length
       years.

       This is complicated enough, but it becomes even more  so  when  you
       add  the  concept  of  time travel, as Asimov does in PEBBLE IN THE
       SKY.  I suppose the main character could  with  some  justification
       claim to be many thousands of years old since he was born thousands
       of years earlier.  But counting that way would mean that if he  had
       gone  back  in time rather than forward he would be a negative age.
       This is not a useful measure of his age.

       What you would want is that at birth a clock be started for him and
       tied  to  his  hip.  It would remain in the same frame of reference
       that he does.  Then every 31,557,600 seconds in his frame you would
       say  he  is  a  year  older.  But assume that he was to have such a
       clock.  When he moves forward in time he is unlikely to  move  some
       whole  number of years forward.  That would mean that his hip clock
       would no longer click to a new year  on  his  birthday.   He  would
       essentially  have two different birthdays, one the date on which he
       was born and the other when he is an even multiple of the length of
       a  year.   For a person who had time traveled a lot, like maybe the
       people in another of Asimov's novels,  THE  END  OF  ETERNITY,  the
       effort  to  figure  his  age  would  soon  be not worth the effort.
       Presumably he would have lived through fractions of days.   If  you
       time  travel  a  lot in your job, you probably have completely lost
       track of how many hours old you are and you never would  know  when
       to say you were now a year older.  [-mrl]

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       3. PEARL HARBOR (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: Flawed?  Perhaps.  Bad?  Perhaps  not.
                 The  story  is simplistic, but not unwatchable.
                 Close friends separated by a love triangle  are
                 brought  back  together  by  a higher cause and
                 their mutual love of flying.  The story is told
                 against  the  backdrop  of  the  Japanese sneak
                 attack that brought the US into World  War  II.
                 The  film  features  some nice visuals and some
                 good  special   effects   used   imaginatively.
                 Rating: 6 (0 to 10), +1 (-4 to +4)

       Months ago the trailer for PEARL HARBOR intrigued me.  Then I got a
       rude shock at the end that it was produced by Jerry Bruckheimer and
       directed by Michael Bay.  Bruckheimer is the king of sound and fury
       action film blockbusters.  Michael Bay was his director on THE ROCK
       and ARMAGEDDON.  PEARL HARBOR got  some  really  negative  critical
       response   prior   to  its  release.   This  may  have  lowered  my
       expectations, but I really do not see what the fuss was  about.   I
       would  probably call PEARL HARBOR a flawed film, but not a bad one.
       Its historical accuracy is better than many films set in  the  past
       but  still worse than some.  PEARL HARBOR suffers a great deal from
       comparison to TORA! TORA!   TORA!,  one  of  the  finest  and  most
       accurate  films  about  World War II and the classic account of the
       Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.  The plot  is  a  somewhat  mythic
       story  (some might call it "cliched") of two close friends who fall
       out when they innocently both come to love the  same  woman.   Then
       they have their relationship patched up when they face a cause more
       important than their differences.

       PEARL HARBOR is the story of two men, friends since  their  boyhood
       in  Tennessee.   Rafe  McCawley  (played  by Ben Affleck) and Danny
       Walker (Josh Hartnett) have a friendship based on  each's  love  of
       airplanes  and  flight.   They join the Army Air Corps together and
       during the physical Rafe falls  for  an  attractive  nurse,  Evelyn
       Johnson  (Kate Beckinsale).  Evelyn quickly becomes the second love
       in Rafe's life; flying remains the first.  Even  as  he  woos  her,
       giving  her  origami  birds,  flying  is  never  far from his mind.
       (Origami  is  ironically  a  Japanese  art.)   When  Rafe  gets  an
       opportunity  to  fly  with  the  RAF  he takes it leaving Danny and
       Evelyn behind.  Then he is shot down and thought  to  be  dead  the
       predictable love triangle is set in motion.

       The casting of PEARL HARBOR,  like  most  aspect  of  the  film  is
       flawed.   Affleck  is hardly the most charismatic lead, but here he
       flies rings around the low-key  Hartnett.   Beckinsale  is  a  good
       actor,  probably  most  familiar for her role in COLD COMFORT FARM.
       John Voight's face is just enough wrong for FDR to be irksome, like
       a  musical  note  played just slightly off-key.  Mako, of the Conan
       movies, somehow plays a very different type of officer from how  we
       are  used  to seeing Yamamoto from films like TORA! TORA! TORA! and
       MIDWAY.  Alec Baldwin plays a somewhat  idealized  Doolittle  while
       Dan Aykroyd, looking a little fat, is a navy intelligence officer.

       It is, perhaps, unfair to compare TORA!  TORA!  TORA!  too  closely
       with  PEARL  HARBOR.   The  former is an attempt at a very accurate
       representation; the latter is a polished and soft focus love  story
       told  against a backdrop of America's entry into the war.  It might
       be more accurate to compare it to HANOVER STREET, even with the big
       spectacular set piece of the half-hour of film devoted to an attack
       that was only about an hour long in real life.  Bay  uses  time  to
       show  the  viewer  a lot of different scenes of the destruction and
       how the Americans fought back.

       PEARL HARBOR is a film  that  has  an  extremely  nice  look.   The
       cinematography  seems  far  better  than the writing.  It is one of
       those films in which you could take a frame from one of any  number
       of  the  scenes  and  use  it for a poster for the film.  The frame
       composition is often beautiful and occasionally even a  little  too
       perfect and overly dramatic.  Early in the film Bay captures a very
       nice 1941 feel and then drenches the scenes in a rich blue  to  top
       off  the  image.   The  viewer  can  frequently  tell  the CGI from
       reality, but when it is following a bomb  from  the  moment  it  is
       dropped  down into a compartment in a battleship, at least it is an
       imaginative use.  At another point two sailors on a scaffold on the
       side  of  a  battleship  see  a  torpedo approaching below them and
       hitting their boat.  In another interesting  usage  of  the  visual
       effects  a nurse is slowly overcome by the horror of the casualties
       she is seeing she enters a state of shock.  The camera  shows  this
       by  leaving  her  in  focus  and  selectively  loses  focus  on her
       surroundings.  These are scenes that could never  have  been  shown
       even in a TORA! TORA! TORA!

       The style of PEARL HARBOR is spotty.  While the film shows half  an
       hour  of unremitting violence, it is fairly reserved in its showing
       of blood and there  is  no  visible  dismemberment,  unlike  SAVING
       PRIVATE  RYAN.  Only the hospital scenes show serious carnage.  The
       dogfight scenes seem a little too much like a video game.  And  the
       rock  song  over the end credits was horribly out of place and will
       be an embarrassment when this film is seen again in years to come.

       Pearl Harbor  is  over  three  hours  long,  but  is  always  worth
       watching,  if  not  worth  listening  to.   The film had undeniable
       problems, but it was released needing only a fine  tuning  not  the
       overhaul must critics are implying is called for.  I rate it a 6 on
       the 0 to 10 scale and a +1 on the -4 to +4 scale.  [-mrl]

                                          Mark Leeper
                                          HO 1K-644 732-817-5619
                                          mleeper@avaya.com

           Men are from Earth.  Women are from Earth.  Live with it.
                                          -- Betty Friedan


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