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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 07/18/97 -- Vol. 16, No. 3

       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/Athens/4824
       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://www.SF3.org/Tiptree/index.html.
       Information  about  the James Tiptree, Jr. Award and a list of this
       year's short list and winners.  [-ecl]

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       2. Last week I was talking about how I came to  find  a  restaurant
       that  had  chicken  wings  of legendary hotness called The Wings of
       Death.  As soon as I heard of them I knew I was going  to  have  to
       challenge  them.   So  in  spite  of  momentary setbacks I find the
       restaurant.

       Well, in we went and there appeared to be no  The  Wings  of  Death
       under  the  appetizers.  Perhaps they were not considered to be all
       that appetizing.  No they had a separate panel on  the  side.   And
       yes,  if  you  could eat them in all their intensity, Gimpi's foots
       the bill.  They warn on the menu that they have a sauce that is 100
       times  hotter than jalapeno peppers.  The don't say if they are the
       classic jalapenos or US jalapenos.  Mexican jalapenos turned out to
       be  too hot for US restaurant patrons so a kinder, gentler and more
       boring jalapeno was developed for the US.  Now why would they  want
       a  mild  jalapeno  for the US?  I wonder.  But did I want to risk a
       dish so spicy that if I could finish it I got it free?  Sure,  what
       the heck.

       Now it turns out that if you order The Wings of Death you  have  to
       sign a waiver freeing the restaurant of legal responsibility if you
       have a negative side effect.  Like if you die.  And they  list  all
       the  things  that  could  happen:  do not attempt if you have heart
       trouble, that sort of thing.  Just trying to make the  wings  sound
       more  scary, I thought.  So I signed it.  And I waited.  The server
       eventually brought the wings.   Two  chicken  wings  on  a  bed  of
       lettuce.   Each  wing  is  two pieces, of course, one shaped like a
       small drumstick, one more wing-like.  So I just  had  to  eat  four
       pieces.   A server asked if I would like some bread with the wings.
       Sure, I said.  If you eat something too hot, bread usually helps to
       cool it down.

       I took a bite of a wing and it was just an extra-hot Buffalo  wing.
       With a couple of bites I had the first piece down, but had to admit
       they were darn hot.  Not bad enough that  I  thought  I  could  not
       finish  them,  but  it  was  not  going  to  be a pleasant culinary
       experience.

       The other server told us we could buy  more  of  the  sauce  if  we
       really  wanted  it.  Apparently the owner of the restaurant bottles
       his own hot sauce and sells it professionally.  When we got home we
       looked  up the sauce in our Mo Hotta Mo Betta Catalog.  Mo Hotta Mo
       Betta is a mail order house dealing in human misery in the form  of
       bottled  sauces.  They used to be indispensable, but these days you
       can find suitable fiery sauces in  grocery  stores  if  you  really
       look.  But we still get their catalog from the old days and it is a
       good guide to what sauces  are  out  there.   They  list  on  their
       "Scarrry  [sic]  Hot  Sauces" page AFTER DEATH SAUCE.  "After Death
       Sauce was developed at Gimpi's, a trendy restaurant in New  Jersey,
       locally  famous for their chicken from pepper extract and they warn
       that it has  a  'heat  level  a  few  points  south  of  Purgatory!
       [Rating:] TOO DARN HOT."

       Finally the bread came.  And I needed it by then.  Just to put up a
       good  front  I  smiled  at  the  server  and said "tangy!"  "You're
       welcome," she replied.  Sprightly conversation wasn't going to  get
       far.   Particularly because it was obvious just about ever gland in
       my body was secreting all at once.  I was  sweating,  my  nose  was
       running,  the  works.  It could be that my use of my tongue was not
       at its best either.

       I had finished three of  the  four  pieces  when  the  main  course
       arrived.   I  had  ordered  a catfish sandwich with fries.  By this
       point my tongue felt like I had burned off the outside and most  of
       the  center.  The sandwich would probably have been good, but I was
       not tasting all of the flavor.  In moderation  hot  foods  seem  to
       make  my taste more sensitive, but the spicing here was not so much
       moderate as punitive for having the audacity to not want to pay for
       the  wings.   Eating  the  last  wing  together with the sandwich I
       managed to finish the four pieces of chicken.   Victory  was  mine.
       And  I was feeling only a little pain.  A server came up and ask if
       I wanted her to take away the dish with the chicken bones.  Well, I
       really  didn't want to see them again, but at the same time I would
       have liked them to stay there and visible.  I told the server  that
       she  was  a  witness  that I had eaten the whole order.  There is a
       certain pride there and with mixed emotions I watched as they  took
       away my trophy of four chicken bones.

       I had met the enemy and defeated it.  So the story is over.  Or  is
       it?   Actually the worst was to come.  And will come next week.  [-
       mrl]

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

       3. FREEDOM & NECESSITY by Steven Brust & Emma Bull  (Tor,  ISBN  0-
       312-85974-0,  1997,  444pp,  US$25.95)  (a book review by Evelyn C.
       Leeper):

       I have mixed feelings about FREEDOM & NECESSITY.  On the one  hand,
       it captures very well the feel of the nineteenth century epistolary
       novel (or first-person narration in general).  On the other, it  is
       slow-  moving  and  hard-to-follow,  in  part  because  the various
       characters who are narrating are either concealing information from
       each other, or are simply mistaken about what is happening.

       The  story  is  set  in  England  of  the  mid-nineteenth  century.
       Although  several  reviews  have  hinted  that this is some sort of
       alternate history, it really seems at most  a  secret  history,  if
       that.   Yes, there are real historical figures interacting with the
       main (fictional) characters, but that does not an alternate history
       make.   So  in  this  historical  England,  we  discover that James
       Cobham, whom his family thought drowned --in fact, saw  drowned--is
       in  fact  alive,  though without any memory of what has happened in
       the months between his "death" and his  re-appearance.   Though  he
       doesn't actually re-appear in a flourish, but only in secret and to
       his closest friends.

       In addition to trying to solve the mystery of James's absence,  and
       avoid a more permanent demise, the characters also discuss Kant and
       Hegel and the British class system.

       One might ask at this point why this book is  being  promoted  a  s
       science  fiction (or perhaps more accurately, fantasy).  The answer
       is--I don't know.  It seems more because Brust and Bull  are  known
       as  SF authors than because of any inherent SF aspect to the novel.
       (I suppose that in itself may constitute a bit of a spoiler.) There
       are certainly goings on that have fantastical origins, meanings, or
       referents, but they are (so far as one can tell) completely mundane
       in actuality.

       And while there were aspects of the plot that held my interest, the
       resolution  is too pat, too dependent on people acting in seemingly
       irrational ways, too dependent  on  people  *depending*  on  people
       acting  in irrational ways.  Or, strangely enough, on people acting
       rationally when one would expect them to act irrationally.

       Ultimately, I think my problem with FREEDOM & NECESSITY is that  it
       imitates  the nineteenth century style without completing achieving
       its content or  characterization.   I  like  authors  such  as  the
       Brontes  and  George  Eliot, but while FREEDOM & NECESSITY captures
       some of their style, it doesn't quite capture their essence for me.
       (I  realize  that some might say that complaining that Brust & Bull
       are no George Eliot is an unfair comparison,  but  there  you  have
       it.)  [-ecl]

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

            Work is of two kinds: first, altering the position
            of matter at or near the earth's surface relatively
            to other matter; second, telling other people to do
            so.  The first is unpleasant and ill-paid; the
            second is pleasant and highly paid.
                                          -- Bertrand Russell