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04/27/18 -- Vol. 36, No. 43, Whole Number 2012

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        Science Fiction (and Other) Discussion Groups, Films,
                Lectures, etc. (NJ)
        My Picks for Turner Classic Movies in May (comments
                by Mark R. Leeper)
        Breaking Up Is Hard to Do (comments by Evelyn C. Leeper)
        Not This August ...  but Soon (comments by Dale Skran)
        India, THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS, and Libraries
                (letter of comment by John Purcell)
        This Week's Reading (Retro Hugo Award Best Novel finalists:
                SECOND STAGE LENSMAN, THE UNINVITED) (book comments
                by Evelyn C. Leeper)


TOPIC: Science Fiction (and Other) Discussion Groups, Films,
Lectures, etc. (NJ)

May 10 CONTACT (1997) & Contact by Carl Sagan
May 24: TIME TRADERS by Andre Norton, Old Bridge (NJ) Public
        Library, 7PM (available in Project Gutenberg)
July 26: "Fire Watch" by Connie Willis, Old Bridge (NJ) Public
        Library, 7PM
September 27: TBD (probably a Hugo-nominated novella), Old Bridge
        (NJ) Public Library, 7PM

Northern New Jersey events are listed at:


TOPIC: My Picks for Turner Classic Movies in May (comments by Mark
R. Leeper)

Well, winter is over, and you can put away your winter mukluks and
take out your summer-weight safari suits.  So what are you doing?
Hopefully you are doing something better than just sitting around
and watching old movies.  Or then again you may be watching old
movies regardless of the weather.  I have to admit I am not seeing
too many first-class movies to be giving attention to.  For the
true fan TCM is scheduling what looks to be its entire slate of
"Tarzan of the Apes" movies.

Tarzan, of course, was the invention of Mr. Edgar Rice Burroughs,
who saved his family from near starvation by writing
internationally famous adventure stories for the pulp magazines.
Tarzan could be a formidable enemy in the name of justice because
he was essentially half ape and half human.  He could defeat any
human enemy because he was half animal with animal skills.  He
could defeat any jungle animal because he was half human.  It is
very convenient since he seems to have the power of both the animal
and the reasoning human.

In those days MGM would just keep grinding out "Tarzan" films for
the lower half of double bills.  It cost very little to make a
Tarzan film.  After all, they had a lot of stock footage, already
paid for.  They did have to teach Cheeta to ham it up in front of
the camera in a way no self-respecting chimp would.  But that was a
lot cheaper than launching human actors into a whole new story.

This series is a classic case of the whole being greater than the
sum of its parts.  None of the Weissmuller "Tarzan" films is much
more than a weak melodrama by itself, but each is entertaining,
much like the Burroughs novels themselves.  One is not a whole lot
better than another.

Sprinkled through the month of May TCM will show:




TOPIC: Breaking Up Is Hard to Do (comments by Evelyn C. Leeper)

Well, it had to happen eventually.  After over twenty years, we are
splitting up.  No, not Mark and I--my palmtop and I.  I started
using one back in 1993 or so, but the time has come for a (partial)

Why?  Well, first of all, it is getting very hard to read text on
it.  It uses old technology--black letters on a green background,
not backlit.  Even when enlarged, there are many pairs of letters
and numbers that are hard to distinguish.

Another reason is that the spreadsheets on the palmtop are Lotus-1-
2-3 spreadsheets.  These are not supported even in the ten-year-old
version of Excel that runs on our Mac.  To upload and use them, I
have to load them onto our old netbook which is running a *twenty*-
year-old version of Excel (and nothing else), converting them to
Excel and them copying them to the Mac.  Needless to say, this is

A third reason is that while the palmtop is very convenient in that
it runs on two AA batteries (which usually last a couple of weeks),
it is much heavier than the new Amazon Fire Tablet I got.

And this addresses the fourth reason--the palmtop does not connect
to the Internet.  The result is now I always carry the tablet,
meaning I have been toting both of them around.

(Nor does the palmtop take pictures, a feature that is handy to

Unfortunately, switching over is not straightforward.  Pretty much
all the files that had been mastered on the palmtop could be moved
fairly easily to the Mac, and then copies of the reference files
(e.g., our book catalog) can be easily copied to the tablet.  But
the master copies of things like the appointment book have to be on
the portable unit, so I basically had to enter manually all the
appointments from the palmtop into the tablet.  (I miss the "go-to-
specific-date" feature, and there seems no way to backup or archive
the appointment book, so I'm still putting the important stuff in
both. :-( )

On the other hand, the tablet is totally inappropriate for
composing text files (trip logs, etc.).  So I am still going to use
the palmtop for "word processing", without actually carrying it all
the time.  For example, I am writing this on the palmtop while
sitting on the sofa.  And creating and editing spreadsheets is even
worse.  This means that all the files like catalogs have to be
updated on the Mac at home rather than on the palmtop wherever I
happen to be.

So I am gradually working out the various hiccoughs in changing
over.  I just hope I won't have to do this again for another twenty
years. :-)  [-ecl]


TOPIC: Not This August ...  but Soon (comments by Dale Skran)

I remember movies like WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE.  There was always, at
least in my gauzy memory, a scene of the mighty rocket being built.
A long hull stretched into the darkness, swarmed by scaffolding and
welders, a cascade of tiny stars falling to the ground between up
thrust steel ribs.  Our stiff-lipped heroes (rarely, the heroine)
walked amongst the machines, carrying blue prints and wielding
slide rules, shouting orders to the workers.   Alone at a desk sat
a grizzled scientist, frantically working against the clock to
complete the design before the world ended or the aliens attacked.

The real future is never quite like the imagined future.  Things
are sometimes done in different ways, perhaps even stranger ways
than we could imagine, like Pinterest and Snapchat and Russian
Troll Farms using Facebook to attack the US.  And the future never
comes the way we wanted it.  We're still waiting for hotels on the
Moon and flying cars.

But sometimes the future sneaks up on you.  After long delay, it
happens.  And now it is happening.  Men and women are building, not
the first ship that will go to Mars, but the prototype of that
ship.  In a place called San Pedo, California, a giant tent has
been erected to shelter the construction of that first prototype
while a factory is built nearby.  This unseemly rush is driven not
by fear of descending comets or the slimy tentacles of grotesque
monsters, but by the blazing engines of commercial competition and
sheer ambition.  Yet behind it all we know that there lies a real
monster, father time himself, ticking away the seconds of Elon
Musk's life.  The world may have time, but Musk does not.  He has
perhaps twenty years of vitality in which to pursue his dream of
settling Mars.  And so the devil drives.

The task is immense.  First learn how to build rockets
independently of governments that would never endorse Musk's plan
for a city on Mars.  Then make them cheap enough to gain a big
share of the global launch market.  And then make them re-usable,
and cheaper still.  And bigger.  Then to learn how to dock in
space, and land back on the Earth.  To develop new rocket engines
fueled by methane, which can be manufactured on Mars, allowing for
cost-effective return voyages.  And finally to put humans into
orbit, and bring them back.  But all of this has been done by
SpaceX, or will be done soon.

SpaceX has grown from nothing to the global leader in rocketry--the
company to beat.  With the successful launch of the Falcon Heavy,
SpaceX has again broken new ground.  On seeing the simultaneous
return to launch site of the two side boosters even long time
doubters started to shake their heads and admit that maybe Musk
should be taken seriously.  One imagines them nodding numbly while
seeing the live video of Musk's Red Tesla roadster circling the
Earth before being blasted toward Mars.  For a long time a lot of
people have made a big bet that Elon Musk and SpaceX are going to
fail.  That this arrogant upstart outsider will never get a rocket
to fly, or to land, or be re-used.  One wonders how many Falcons
need to reach orbit before these skeptics are silenced by the
obvious.  Eighteen last year.  Eight so far this year, a pace that
will end with 24 total.  Fortunately Musk does not measure his
success by the silence of doubters but by the roar of rockets.

Soon, possibly as soon as next year, the first "Big Falcon
Spaceship" may rise from the pad for a short hop.  There will be
failure, and failure.  But then success, and success, and more
failure.  But sometime soon--not this August, nor August in 2019,
but some August soon, the ground will shake as it never has before,
and the most powerful, most advanced rocket ever built will rise
from the ground.  The first stage (the "Big Falcon Rocket") will
gracefully return to the launch site, landing in a cradle without
using legs, ready to launch again.  The second stage (the "BFS")
will vault skyward, orbit the Earth, deliver as much as 150 metric
tons of payload to Low Earth Orbit, and return to the surface,
landing this time with legs, ready to be re-fueled and launched
again, this time toward the Moon and Mars.

On that day, the world will have changed.  Dreams that seemed too
large to ever become real will simply become business plans.
Editorial writers will rhapsodize about how the space age we've
been waiting for is finally dawning.  That it was inevitable.
Foreordained.  But it never was, and still is not.  The sight of
the Red Tesla heading toward Mars has awakened a new generation of
critics who dread the thought of humans living on Mars.  And those
critics will grow in number with each step Musk takes forward.

We must hope that they will be opposed by wiser voices, and that
soon more ships will be built, and launched toward Mars, starting
years of a desperate struggle to build a base on Mars capable of
manufacturing the fuel needed to return to Earth.  This will be
followed by more years, and then decades as colonists live and die
building a civilization on Mars.  And then one day, long after Musk
is dead, Martian colonists will erect a statue to honor him,
perhaps side-by-side with another of Gwen Shotwell, and surrounded
by the no doubt numerous heroes and heroines who died building

But those present on that day will still envy the souls who even as
I write this are working in a giant tent to assemble mighty winding
machines to fabricate the largest composite rocket ever built.  No
sparks from welding fill the air; instead we hear the hum of vast
machines slowly laying carbon fiber over a giant tube.  It is
happening.  Right now.  Not like in some old movie, but much better
because it is real.

See  for some pictures.
With a tip of the hat to one of my favorite SF novels--NOT THIS
AUGUST--by C. M. Kornbluth.  [-dls]


TOPIC: India, THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS, and Libraries (letter of
comment by John Purcell)

In response to Mark's comments on India in the 04/20/18 issue of
the MT VOID, John Purcell writes:

Thank you so much for sharing part of that long, lost ledger of
your trip to India.  I cannot help but be impressed that you two
had the luck of the Irish to make such a journey.  India seems to
me like a truly exotic and completely alien landscape.  I used to
think of England and Europe that way, but now that I have been to a
half dozen European countries, and planning to return next year for
the Dublin, Ireland World SF Convention, Europe no longer seems so
distant. India, on the other hand, is one nation that is not really
a place I would like to see, although there are definitely places
there--notably the Taj Mahal--that are on my bucket list.  I envy
you two.  What a trip!  [-jp]

In response to Evelyn's comments in the 04/13/18 issue and Gwen's
comments in the 04/20/18 issue on THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS, John

I may have to reread THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS.  It has been too
long--over thirty years--since first reading it.  I wager that this
time I would get much more out of it now that I have had an entire
lifetime of experiences to inform my understanding of the book.

And in response to Evelyn's comments on EX LIBRIS in the 04/20/18
issue, John writes:

That collection of library stories reminds me that one of my
Pinterest pages is "Library Porn": a collection of photographs
taken at all sorts of suitably beautiful libraries around the
world.  In fact, last summer we actually visited a couple of old
and gorgeous libraries; one was in Cambridge and the other in
London.  The ancient tomes lining the shelves were one thing, but
the main draw was the architecture.  Man, I just love spiral
staircases that wind up to multiple levels of still thousands of
more old books.  What a glorious sight!  [-jp]


TOPIC: This Week's Reading (book comments by Evelyn C. Leeper)

Okay, here begins my series of reviews/comments/ratings for the
fiction and dramatic presentation categories of the Retro Hugo
Awards, in this case for works published or released in 1942.

I will start with "Best Novel", or rather, five of the six
nominees.  DARKNESS AND THE LIGHT will get a stand-alone review
next week, and I will announce my rankings for this category.

BEYOND THIS HORIZON by Anson MacDonald (Robert A. Heinlein)
(Astounding Science Fiction, April & May 1942):  Heinlein was so
prolific in some months in the 1940s that he adopted several
pennames to avoid having his name dominate the tables of contents
of magazines issued in those months.  He also used specific names
for specific types of stories.  (A more recent example would that
"Iain Banks" wrote mainstream works, but "Iain M. Banks" wrote
science fiction.)

"The police of a state should never be stronger or better armed
than the citizenry.  An armed citizenry, willing to fight, is the
foundation of civil freedom."  Here clearly "the police of a state"
is not referring to the state troopers, but to the military of a
nation.  Maybe when he wrote this in 1942 it seemed to make sense
(although in the middle of World War II, I would not have thought
so), but certainly now it is totally unrealistic.  Given that
nations must prepare to defend against other nations, is it
reasonable to say that nations should not have ships, or planes, or
heavy artillery?  Or should individual citizens be the ones who
have ships, or planes, or heavy artillery?  And just how are they
going to buy them?  There have been many cases in the past in which
an armed resistance has proved ineffective against a more heavily
armed state,

"An armed society is a polite society."  This very famous Heinlein
comes from this novel.  It has been discussed at length elsewhere,
so I will summarize.  This is true only when there is a reasonable
level of government authority to maintain order, in which case one
might be polite anyway.  In a weak or dysfunctional state, one may
see a lots of guns, but not much politeness.  And as far as people
like the Las Vegas shooter, the number of armed citizens will not
affect their politeness--or deadliness.

Also apparently Heinlein thinks this arming of the citizenry should
extend only to men.  While occasionally a woman might be armed this
is considered an anomaly and somehow "unnatural" (sort of like
women wearing trousers was at the time).

The book is also structured oddly, with an attempted revolution in
the middle (so much for politeness), and the last part covering
some ill-defined philosophical project, and also possible
telepathy.  Oh, and there's a man from the past who
has somehow traveled forward in time.

DONOVAN'S BRAIN by Curt Siodmak (Black Mask, September-November
1942):  I have no idea if all the medical jargon made any sense, or
how much was based in fact, but it made the book hard going at
times, and I just never could get caught up in the story.

ISLANDIA by Austin Tappan Wright (Farrar & Rinehart): This
unavailable either from my library system or used at a reasonable
price, and it is over 1000 pages long.  You're on your own.  (A few
years ago, I noted that all the Retro Novel finalists combined were
still shorter than any one of the current Novel finalists.  That is
not true this year.)

SECOND STAGE LENSMAN by E. E. "Doc" Smith (Astounding Science
Fiction, November 1941 to February 1942): I tried reading FIRST
LENSMAN in 2001, GALACTIC PATROL in 2014, and GRAY LENSMAN in 2016,
found them all unreadable, and gave up on them.  This time, I'm
saving myself the time.  Its low rating is based on my reading of
three other books in the series.

THE UNINVITED by Dorothy Macardle (Doubleday, Doran / S.J.R.
Saunders): It is hard to read this without being reminded by, and
influenced by, the film version.  That I happened to see the film
version less than a week before the nominations were announced
merely made this more evident.  So while reading it, I kept
noticing differences between the book and the film.

For example, in the book Roderick Fitzgerald is an author.  In the
film, he is a musician, possibly because expressing emotion through
music is clearly easier in a film that in a book, and indeed one of
the main ways one does this in a film.

In the book, Stella is 18 and Roderick is 23.  In the film, she is
19; Roderick's age is not given, but Ray Milland was 37 at the
time, and looks it.  The result is that the relationship between
them is a lot less creepy in the book.

The book seems adequate enough, though there also seems to be a lot
of superfluous scenes of Roderick writing his play, meeting with
people about his play, re-writing his play, and so on.  My other
problem is that I am just not a big fan of ghost stories, at least
in written form.  (Somehow, I enjoy cinematic ghost stories more.)
This, of course, is a problem with the Hugo Awards (and others) in
general--one is usually presented with a mixed bag of stories in a
category and has to compare them.  This category, for example, has
a political novel, a space opera, a philosophical novel, a
technology novel, and a ghost story.  For most readers, at least
one of these will not be their cup of tea.  [-ecl]


                                           Mark Leeper

           If you have an important point to make, don't try to be
           subtle or clever.  Use a pile driver.  Hit the point
           once.  Then come back and hit it again.  Then hit it a
           third time--a tremendous whack.
                                           --Winston Churchill