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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 06/19/98 -- Vol. 16, No. 51

       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 2E-537  732-957-6330 robmitchell@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
       201-447-3652 for details.  The New Jersey Science Fiction Society
       meets irregularly; call 201-652-0534 for details, or check
       http://www.interactive.net/~kat/njsfs.html.  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://www2.dgsys.com/~jlovece/hooha/.   "A
       magazine  about  comics  from  the  1930s  to  the  1970s, and pulp
       magazines."  It has just  started  serializing  that  classic,  THE
       STEAM MAN OF THE PRAIRIES.  [-ecl]

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

       2. I discovered something.  I may not be the only  person  to  have
       discovered this, but it is a technique that I have found to be very
       useful.  I am able to display on  a  piece  of  paper  a  graphical
       representation  of the plot of a book.  That may sound like a weird
       thing to do, but it is actually very useful.  Nobody taught me this
       in my English courses, but I wish they would have.  I might as well
       publish it here as any place.

       We were sitting in a theater in London waiting to see RICHARD II by
       one  William  Shakespeare.   Oh, it was going to be a thrill to see
       the play done by good actors on a stage.   (The  other  interesting
       thing  I  learned  that  night  is  not to feel so bad if when I am
       talking to someone I accidentally spit on them.  Derek Jacobi spits
       enough  that it can be seen from the cheap seats.)   But it was not
       an unalloyed thrill to see a Shakespeare  play  I  had  never  seen
       before.   It  was  going  to  be  something of a struggle for me to
       figure out what was going on.  I am  not  just  talking  about  the
       language.   One  gets over problems with Shakespeare's flowery 16th
       Century prose in a few minutes at the start of the play.   But  the
       characters  are  somewhat tougher to keep straight and the plot was
       complex.  It was so complex that the program actually had the  plot
       printed  out.   I  read  it  once  and  found  it to be a confusing
       hodgepodge of characters and actions.  And if  this  synopsis  were
       confusing  in  modern English, how much worse would the actual play
       have been?

       And so I either invented or reinvented--I do not  know  which--plot
       diagramming.   And  this  is a technique that has stuck with me for
       the following decade and perhaps will for the rest of my  life.   I
       realized  that there was a way to diagram the plot I was reading to
       help keep it straight.  I drew an oval on the  page  for  each  new
       character  as  they  were  introduced in the synopsis.  If they say
       Henry fears Richard, I draw an arrow from Henry's oval to Richard's
       and  label it "fears."  There can be multiple arrows if, say, later
       Henry kills Richard.  Or  there  can  be  arrows  in  the  opposite
       direction  if that is the way the killing went--and the early kings
       of England were a seriously rowdy bunch and arrows could go in  all
       directions.   I  treat relationships as actions.  If Richard is the
       son of John, I draw an arrow from Richard  to  John  and  label  it
       "son."

       I cannot fully account for why this technique works as well  as  it
       does,  but it seems to organize the plot.  Each new sentence of the
       plot is not just another piece to remember, it fits into a  logical
       structure.   In  addition,  I  think  that the human mind thinks in
       pictures.  It helps when you see a play acted out that  it  is  the
       same  actor in a role so you can visually associate that actor with
       the character.  You cannot do that when you  are  reading,  but  it
       helps  to be able to associate a character with a given position on
       a page, particularly if you can see  all  the  other  actions  that
       character has done and that character's relationships.  Even before
       the play had started I had a really good idea who everybody was and
       who  was going to do what.  When the characters were fleshed out on
       the stage I quickly could associate the actor with a position on my
       page.

       In later days when I refined the technique  (and  there  have  been
       some  refinements,  but  only minor ones) I might write the actor's
       name in the oval.  If I want to describe the character, I  can  put
       that in a square at the side and put a little square in the oval to
       remind me that there is more.  For  particularly  complex  plots  I
       have connectors that allow me to tie multiple pages together.  When
       Peter Brook's six-hour MAHABHARATA was shown on PBS there  were  so
       many  characters  and  so  much going on that it took four standard
       pages to diagram the whole  plot  with  all  the  characters.   The
       "Godfather"  trilogy  of  films  all  fit  on one sheet, but it was
       complex.  In the third film when there are references to the  first
       film,  the  original  incidents  come back immediately to mind.  If
       that does not sound impressive to you,  you  have  never  struggled
       with  a  memory  as  short as mine is.  But even now I can pull out
       those diagrams and quickly refresh my memory about the plots.

       Now I have the technique and it works.  I probably should  write  a
       book  on  it and sell it.  I have seen that done with less.  People
       can take a few simple memory techniques and  write  so  much  about
       them  in  large  print  that they can get a whole book out of them.
       But I haven't the foggiest idea how to stretch this technique  out,
       so  I will just pass the technique on to you.  And I think that the
       idea may not be  all  that  original  in  any  case.   When  Gustav
       Meyerink  was  writing  the  book  THE GOLEM he got bogged down and
       could not write any more.  He admitted to a friend that his problem
       was  that he had created so many characters that he no longer could
       keep them all straight.  The friend somehow laid out the characters
       on  a chessboard and it gave Meyerink enough of an understanding to
       return and finish the novel.  Nobody has recorded exactly what  the
       friend  laid  out  on  that  chessboard  or  how  it worked, but my
       suspicion is that it was not a lot different from my plot diagrams.
       [-mrl]

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       3. The following exchange regarding addresses was found on the Net:

       Someone said that in Britain, the Flat (or apartment) comes  first,
       as in:
            Flat 5
            12 The Road
            Anytown
            AT98 9QZ

       Patrick Nielsen Hayden replied, "You're trying to convince us  that
       British  addresses  follow  a  rational system, but those of us who
       hand-addressed fanzines for years Are Not Fooled.  We know that the
       typical British address actually looks like this:
            Nigel Ian Wanker
            15 The Old Rut
            Hops Nops the Tops
            Sodding Chipwich
            Doltesterostershire
            RU486 U8L8

       He added, "'Doltesterostershire' may be abbreviated  'Dolts.',  but
       it is always pronounced 'Dosher.'"

       Michael R Weholt noted, "Oh, gawd, it's so true. My friend used  to
       live  Nr.Hexham.  His  address  included  the  name of some hill, a
       cryptic reference to somebody-or- other's falling-down Manor House,
       and  a  freehand  sketch  of  a  relatively nearby barn. During bad
       weather, I took care to include the name of his cat."

       "I have a friend who lectures in EU Studies at  the  University  of
       Limerick;  his address contains no numbers whatsoever. Indeed, some
       of the elements are actually in quotes, as though they can't  quite
       believe themselves."

       And Ray Radlein added, "Just to show that it is not uniquely a UKan
       problem,  there  was  a  time recently when my sister's address was
       something like:
            Robin Radlein
            The Old Stone House on Hwy. 32
            Martinsburg, WV  

       "'The Old Stone House'"?  Geez.  Why not 'The Big House  Just  Past
       the Dairy Queen on the Left'?"

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

       4. THE SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTION by Gore Vidal  (Random  House,  ISBN
       0-375-50121-5,  1998,  260pp,  US$23)  (a  book review by Evelyn C.
       Leeper):

       Just as  with  Vidal's  earlier  LIVE  FROM  GOLGOTHA,  I  will  be
       nominating  this  for  a  Hugo.  Which is to say that, just as with
       LIVE FROM GOLGOTHA, I will be throwing away  a  vote,  because  the
       chances  of  enough  nominating  fans  1)  reading  THE SMITHSONIAN
       INSTITUTION, and 2) considering it as eligible  for  the  Hugo,  is
       vanishingly small.  But hope springs eternal, they say, ...

       Just  to  clear  one  thing  up:  THE  SMITHSONIAN  INSTITUTION  is
       definitely  science  fiction.   There  is  time  travel,  there  is
       alternate history, there is cloning  (of  a  sort),  and  there  is
       transplantation  of  personality  into, well, robots (for lack of a
       better term).  There is also sex,  hence  the  rather  outre  cover
       which  is supposed to parody the typical romance novel cover rather
       than seriously place this in that genre (though I  think  reversing
       the  two  figures  would have been even better).  One does have the
       feeling that the artist at least read the book, though.

       T. is a thirteen-year-old student at St. Albans when he is summoned
       to the Smithsonian on April 7, 1939.  War clouds are gathering, and
       he apparently is the one person who can save the world.  But  first
       he  must meet the inhabitants of the Smithsonian, including all the
       Presidents and First Ladies  as  well  as  various  anthropological
       representatives,  all  of  whom  come  to life after hours a la the
       Twilight Zone episode.  While he can't convince anyone to  use  his
       bomb  that will destroy buildings but not people (politicos and the
       military prefer things the other way  around),  he  also  has  some
       ideas  for how to get the world out of its current crisis, which he
       foresees as leading to total nuclear war.

       It isn't giving  anything   away  to  say  that  T.  *does*  change
       history,  but that things don't turn out exactly as planned.  Vidal
       does  a  lot  of  hand-waving  about  the  various  time  paradoxes
       involved,  but  no  more than many other authors.  He also spends a
       fair amount of time having the various Presidents give their  views
       on the world situation, what got them into it, and what they should
       do about it.  As an observer of American historical thought,  Vidal
       shows  us  the  differences in philosophy among the Presidents: the
       isolationists, the expansionists, and so  on.   Decisions  are  not
       made  in  a  vacuum in this book, but as the result of argument and
       discussion among the various philosophies.  (One is reminded of the
       musical  "1776.")   Another  reviewer has said that Vidal's work is
       "all style, no substance, and a pretty  boring  read,"  contains  a
       "long  droning narrative on the essence of time," and postulates an
       unlikely alternate history.  Let me respond to this.

       So?

       I find the concepts of  "all  style"  and  "pretty  boring"  a  bit
       contradictory, but in matters of taste there can be no argument, as
       they say, so let me just say that if you haven't liked Vidal in the
       past  you're unlikely to like him here.  He concentrates as much on
       *how* he says something as on *what* he says.  This certainly  sets
       his  work  apart  from much of the alternate history which is being
       written today.  This is probably the crux of the dispute  here,  in
       fact.   If  you  want to read this strictly as an alternate history
       novel, well, yes, you might say there is not enough of what happens
       to  change  this or cause that.  But I tend to dislike that sort of
       novel, often full of detailed descriptions  of  battles,  but  with
       nothing  of  either  characterization or literary style.  I love to
       wallow in Vidal's excesses of style!

       I also found Vidal's narrative on the essence of time not boring at
       all,   but   an   interesting   explication,   if   not  completely
       scientifically rigorous.  (It was at  least  as  sensible  as  Kage
       Baker's in THE GARDEN OF IDEN.)  And as for the fact that "a lot of
       it is the kid talking with dummies," as I said, I  found  the  main
       character's discussions with the ex-Presidents, and the discussions
       among the ex-Presidents and other  characters  to  be  one  of  the
       book's  strong  points.   If  you'd  rather  think  of it as having
       somehow downloaded their personalities into  androids,  maybe  that
       will  help.   It's  an artificial set-up, true, but no more so than
       finding God's corpse in James Morrow's TOWING JEHOVAH or having Dr.
       Frankenstein's  creation  as  a baseball player in Michael Bishop's
       BRITTLE INNINGS.  I  don't  demand  hyperrealism  of  my  alternate
       histories.   (The  last  person  to do that well was Robert Sobel.)
       What I look for is an alternate history that tries to say something
       about  us.   At  Intersection  in  1995, Harry Turtledove said that
       alternate history doesn't have to be believable to be  good;  there
       can  be  a "gonzo" story that was still good, and that in any case,
       we do not write about alternate worlds--we write about  our  world,
       and  alternate  history gives us a different mirror.  I find enough
       content  in  what  Vidal  is  trying  to  say  in  THE  SMITHSONIAN
       INSTITUTION  that  I  am willing to overlook the question of strict
       plausibility.

       I highly recommend this book to  fans  of  time  travel,  alternate
       history, or sharp commentary on United States history.  [-ecl]

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

       5. FLANDERS by Patricia Anthony  (Ace,  ISBN  0-441-00528-3,  1998,
       384pp, US$23.95) (a book review by Evelyn C. Leeper):

       In Flanders Field the poppies blow ....

       To Flanders in 1916 comes Travis Lee Stanhope.  He has  volunteered
       for  the  British  Army, looking for escape and adventure.  What he
       finds is hell.  (As a Southerner, one suspects he refused to listen
       to  General  Sherman's  statement  along these lines.)  Kim Stanley
       Robinson summarized it well in "A History of the Twentieth Century,
       with Illustrations": 54,000 men who died over a fifteen-year period
       are remembered on the Vietnam Memorial.  Imagine one of  those  for
       the Triple Entente losses every *six weeks* of the Western front of
       World War I, or thirty-five Vietnam Memorials in all, lined up in a
       row.  Along the Western front, there were 7500 casualties each day,
       not in battle, but from sniping; this was called  "wastage."   This
       is particularly noteworthy, because it is as a sniper that Stanhope
       comes to Flanders.

       Stanhope is an  outsider:  an  American  in  the  British  Army,  a
       Southerner constantly called "Yank," a reader of the Romantic poets
       in a company of men more interested in more earthly delights, a man
       blessed (or cursed) with "second sight."  As such, he finds himself
       attracted to other outsiders,  and  Anthony  does  a  good  job  of
       showing us the many faces of the outsider.

       PUBLISHERS WEEKLY compares this book to Erich Remarque's ALL  QUIET
       ON  THE  WESTERN  FRONT.   I  also  saw  a lot of parallels between
       FLANDERS and Stanley Kubrick's classic film PATHS OF GLORY.   There
       is  the  heartlessness of the distant commanders in their commands.
       There  is  the  insular  attitude,  the  use  of  the  outsider  as
       scapegoat.  What there is more of in Anthony's novel is the hell of
       war, a hell that could not be brought to the screen in  the  1950s.
       She  lays  it  all  out--not  just  the  battles  and  sniping  and
       "authorized" killing, but also the disease and the maggots and  the
       hardening of men's hearts and souls.

       Stanhope tries desperately to hold on to his humanity in all  this,
       but  he  finds  himself  gradually  sinking  further  into not just
       despair, but death--the death of his soul.

       Although the fantasy content is on a  much  more  restrained  level
       that  most  fantasy  novels, it is necessary to the story.  Without
       it, Anthony would still have a  powerful  novel,  but  a  different
       novel.   As  it  stands, though, this will be on my Hugo nomination
       ballot next year.  [-ecl]

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

       6. SIX DAYS, SEVEN NIGHTS (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: Harrison Ford and Anne Heche  star  in
                 an  amiable  but  very lightweight and familiar
                 story of two castaways going from  hating  each
                 other   to  falling  in  love.   Director  Ivan
                 Reitman does nothing at all  unusual  with  the
                 story   unless   it  is  to  get  a  non-wooden
                 performance from Harrison Ford.  This is a film
                 that  takes no chances.  No guts, no glory, Mr.
                 Reitman.  Rating 5 (0 to 10), high 0 (-4 to +4)
                 Spoiler Warning: there is a minor spoiler about
                 the general direction of the plot.

       The plot is a perennial one.  Films showing people  either  falling
       in  love  or  at least learning to respect each other when they are
       stranded someplace together go back at least to a silent version of
       the  play  THE  ADMIRABLE CRICHTON.  Other obvious examples include
       Lina Wertmueller's SWEPT  AWAY...  and  perhaps  even  THE  AFRICAN
       QUEEN.   Ivan  Reitman has made inventive comedies in the past, but
       this certainly is not one of them.  This time he is making  a  safe
       bet,  a  romantic  comedy  with  a modern young woman marooned on a
       paradise island with Harrison Ford.  The results  are  professional
       and moderately entertaining, but not very interesting.

       Robin Monroe (played by Anne Heche) is a driven magazine editor  of
       a  fringe-sleazy check-out-line women's magazine called DAZZLE.  As
       a change of  pace  for  her,  her  boyfriend  Frank  Martin  (David
       Schwimmer)  has  arranged  a glamorous South Pacific Island getaway
       vacation during which he intends to propose marriage.   The  island
       is  beautiful  and  remote  and  just  about everything is perfect.
       There is one minor fly  in  all  this  ointment.   Robin  takes  an
       instant  dislike  to Quinn Harris (Harrison Ford), the crude grease
       monkey pilot who provides the transportation to and from the island
       in  his  DeHaviland  Beaver.   Robin  was  expecting  a comfortable
       airline sort of plane and in spite of Quinn's assurances  that  the
       Beaver  is  a  great  plane,  she  is  afraid  to  set  foot in it.
       (Sidenote for plane enthusiasts: Quinn is not alone in his  respect
       for  the  Beaver.   DeHaviland  designed  it for limited use in the
       Canadian north country  but  it  has  proven  to  be  a  much  more
       versatile  and  durable  plane  in  spite  of its non-prepossessing
       looks.  It has a 48-foot wingspan, is a tad over 30 feet in length,
       and  stands  about  9  feet high.  If Robin was expecting a 747, it
       certainly was not what she got.)  On the flight to the island Quinn
       brings  along his girlfriend Angelica (Jacqueline Obradors), a show
       dancer on  the  resort  island.   Angelica  only  confirms  Robin's
       attitude toward Quinn.

       Once on the island things are  going  beautifully  until  Robin  is
       called  away  to  nearby  Tahiti  from her getaway for an emergency
       shoot for her magazine.  Quinn, the  often  drunken  island-hopping
       pilot  is  persuaded to take Robin to Tahiti.  He flies her off for
       Tahiti right into the teeth of a  tropical  storm.   (Incidentally,
       there are nice visuals with first-class model work here showing the
       plane in the electrical storm.)  A lightning strike  on  the  plane
       fries the instruments and his emergency landing on the beach of the
       nearest island shears off one of the two landing wheels.  So  Robin
       is  marooned  on some unknown island with Quinn and they are unable
       to radio out.  The chances of  returning  to  civilization  rapidly
       diminish.   Meanwhile,  on  the  original  resort  island, Frank is
       getting  to  know  Angelica  better.   There  is  little  that   is
       surprising  in  this or any other supposed plot twists.  Neither of
       the characters of Frank and  Angelica  is  well  written,  but  not
       surprisingly  Angelica turns out to be a more interestingly written
       character than Frank.

       Harrison Ford's acting style is a little misty and distant.  He may
       be the highest paid actor of all time, but for my taste he does not
       emote well.  He generally under-acts as if he  is  half  awake.   I
       cannot  put  my finger on exactly the difference here, but he seems
       at least  three-quarters  awake.   Heche  is  attractive  but  only
       adequate  as  an actress.  Still, her romantic scenes with Harrison
       Ford are certainly credible in spite of claims I  have  heard  that
       they  are  not.   People  have  claimed  that  she  could not do an
       adequate love scene with  a  man  because  off-screen  she  prefers
       women.  I saw no evidence in this film.  I found Schwimmer a little
       over the top with a Nicholas Cage sort of gawkiness.

       The special effects and the  island  photography,  mostly  done  in
       Hawaii,  are  nice to look at, though there was a slight washed out
       look on the print I saw.  Some of the action  scenes  late  in  the
       film  seem  contrived.   Overall  this film is watchable but offers
       little beyond some light entertainment.  It gets a  mediocre  5  on
       the 0 to 10 scale and a high 0 on the -4 to +4 scale.  [-mrl]

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