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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 07/31/98 -- Vol. 17, No. 5

       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://www.bucconeer.worldcon.org.   The  1998
       World  Science  Fiction  Convention,  to  be  held August 5 through
       August 9 in Baltimore MD.  [-ecl]

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       2. Victor Hugo wrote a novel with the title LES MISERABLES, meaning
       "those  who are miserable" or "the wretched of the earth."  It is a
       very moving title when you think about it.  It refers to  the  poor
       people  who  lead  miserable lives.  I wonder how he would react to
       hearing his beloved poor called "Le Miz."

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

       3. I recently spent some time near Chicago going to a class in  the
       town  of  Naperville.  I never thought of myself as an architecture
       fan, Chicago may be the city with the most  beautiful  architecture
       in  the  country.  I say that walking a tightrope.  I don't want to
       be too positive on Chicago or my management will think that  I  was
       taking the class for fringe benefits.  Let me assure you I tried to
       go as economically for the company as possible.   We  stayed  at  a
       motel  chain.   Of  course  we  did not have a lot of choice.  Just
       about everywhere we have traveled across country staying in  motels
       we noticed that all you see are the same places: Motel 6's, Quality
       Inn's, etc.  etc.   You  see  the  same  restaurants:  Taco  Bells,
       McDonalds,  Burger  Kings,  ad  nauseum.   You see the same grocery
       stores, and the same department stores.  I guess it really is  true
       that  in  the United States that man is born free and everywhere is
       in chains.

       But, and here is where the tightrope part comes in, I don't want to
       be  too  insulting  to  the  Chicago  area since I do have a lot of
       friends there.  On top of which I was born in Cook County Hospital.
       The  funny  thing  is  that  every  time  I pass it now I have this
       tremendous urge to spawn.  But let's not go into that.

       When I was in New Delhi I  realized  that  this  was  a  city  with
       different  cultural  assumptions.   In  the US traffic patterns are
       really based on the queue.  In New Delhi the traffic  is  based  on
       the  crowd  or the mob with people going in different directions at
       will.  Chicago has traffic based on the traffic jam.  Wherever  you
       go  you  have varying degrees of traffic jam ahead of you.  I think
       there is a secret to designing traffic patterns so that the traffic
       keeps  flowing  smoothly.   I don't know what the secret is, but it
       should not be difficult to find out.  I think that just about every
       city  in  the country knows it but Chicago.  I have never been in a
       place that has so many traffic jams  for  so  little  excuse.   The
       Eisenhower  (so-called)  Expressway  must  have wasted more people-
       hours in the United States than professional wrestling.  I saw  two
       cars  hit  head on at full expressway speeds.  Luckily there was no
       damage.  31 miles into the city on  a  Tuesday  night  took  us  90
       minutes.

       But you can tell Chicago is an upscale area.  A sign by the side of
       the road says (and this is the truth) "Use car phone to report road
       emergencies x999."  Who said Social Darwinism is dead?

       Chicagoans seem to love trolleys and there isn't one  real  trolley
       within  the  city  limits.   They  have  what  I  would call a Faux
       Trolley.  They have trolloid busses.  They have steering wheels and
       gasoline  engines.   I  hate  to think of all the little Chicagoans
       growing up loving trolleys and never experiencing a real  one.   It
       is like the British with hamburgers.  [-mrl]

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

       4. SNOW IN AUGUST by Pete Hamill (a book review by Mark R. Leeper):

       In the cold winter of 1946-1947, New  York  City,  a  young  Irish-
       American  boy  becomes  close  friends  with  Rabbi  Judah  Hirsch,
       survivor of the Holocaust.   Michael  Devlin  becomes  increasingly
       fascinated  with  Jews  and  wants  to know everything he can about
       them.  Michael and the Rabbi become each other's teacher and  guide
       to  the  other's  culture.   But  Michael  is also the witness of a
       hate-crime by the leader of a local anti- Jewish  youth  gang,  the
       Falcons.   He  would love to go to the police but his code of honor
       forbids his turning informer.   Yet  his  Jewish  friends  and  has
       anti-Jewish enemies are on a collision course.

       Pete Hamill writes with a nice eye for detail about a boy  immersed
       in  his  own  popular culture with Captain Marvel and Frankenstein.
       Meanwhile he looks with the eyes of an outsider  and  learns  about
       Jewish  culture and Judaism.  As a Jew myself, I was flattered with
       Hamill's positive view of Jews as a  misunderstood  and  persecuted
       people.  It is a near certainty to me that Mr. Hamill is not Jewish
       as his squeaky-clean appraisal is unlikely to come from a Jew.  But
       somehow  this  world  is  a  little too idealized--it does not show
       enough why Michael has fascination with Jews.   Michael  is  making
       big sacrifices for Jews and it is never clear why.

       The novel seems to be simplified from real life, almost making it a
       juvenile.   Michael never has a serious moral decision to make, one
       that could possibly be controversial to the reader.  As long as the
       reader  can accept a moderate liberal viewpoint there are no issues
       to which to object.  What do I mean about these moral issues?  When
       I  was  growing  up my friend Charlie Francis and I agreed we would
       each go to the  other's  Sabbath  service  just  to  understand  it
       better.   So  one  Sunday  I  went  with Charlie to church, and the
       following Saturday he was supposed to go with me to synagogue.  But
       that  week  Charlie  said  that  he  asked  his  priest  and he was
       absolutely forbidden to go to a  Jewish  ceremony.   That  sort  of
       moral  issue  could,  but  does  not, arise in SNOW IN AUGUST.  The
       reader does not have to choose between what the priest believes and
       Michael's  inclination  to  learn about Judaism.  In SNOW IN AUGUST
       nobody objects to Michael's fascination with  Jews  but  the  youth
       gang, the Falcons.  Every moral issue has an obvious solution.

       Because the characters are so polarized, the good and the bad, with
       the bad threatening everybody good, everybody good liking everybody
       else good, one has the feeling that Hamill is talking down  to  the
       reader.   Even  Rabbi  Hirsch is enthusiastic about Jackie Robinson
       entering the Major Leagues.  Baseball players  are  not  usually  a
       subject of great fascination of rabbis.

       Michael's dialogues act like a primer on Judaism that will probably
       more  of  interest  to non-Jews than to Jews.  One problem with the
       dialogue is that while the  language  may  not  be  contrived,  the
       content  of  the  dialogue certainly is.  For example, Michael asks
       the rabbi if there is a reason that Easter and  Passover  fall  the
       same  time  of the year.  The rabbi explains that there is and goes
       into why.  Fine.  But it seems like an unlikely question.  Chanukah
       is  at  the  same  time  Christmas for no particular reason and had
       Michael asked about those two holidays there  would  have  been  no
       good  answer.   Michael  just  happens to ask the right question to
       give the rabbi an opening for a small lecture.

       Hamill has  a  pleasant  writing  style  and  while  the  story  is
       predictable,  I  would  be  lying  if I denied that I wanted to get
       return to the book each time I put  it  down,  even  though  I  was
       fairly certain what was going to happen.

       SPOILER...SPOILER...SPOILER...SPOILER.. .

       My major complaint with SNOW IN AUGUST is  its  climax.   The  book
       makes  the same mistake as Tod Browning's film FREAKS.  The biggest
       part of the novel takes place in the  natural  world  and  shows  a
       group  of  people  discriminated  against and regarded with what is
       assumed to be ignorant fear.  Then at the very end we discover that
       they  have supernatural powers which they unleash, albeit in a good
       cause.  So, in fact, there is good reason to  fear  them.   In  the
       case  of  the novel, the Jews really do have supernatural knowledge
       that they can unleash against their enemies.  And  the  book  never
       comes  to  terms  with  why  the  power  would be unleashed in this
       relatively  mundane  incident  of  anti-Jewish   hatred   when   it
       apparently  has  not been used for hundreds of years of pogroms and
       the Holocaust.  [-mrl]

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

       5. SAVING PRIVATE RYAN (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: This is perhaps the most realistic and
                 at  the  same time perhaps the most violent war
                 film ever  made.   Eight  men  are  sent  on  a
                 mission  of  mercy  in  the  week following the
                 Normandy Invasion.  Along the way  we  see  the
                 invasion  of  Europe  from the perspective of a
                 grunt soldier.  It is  not  a  pleasant  sight.
                 This  is an answer to every war movie that ever
                 made battle look glorious.   Rating:  9  (0  to
                 10), +3 (-4 to +4)

       I am sorry that John Wayne is not around to see Steven  Spielberg's
       SAVING  PRIVATE  RYAN.   Wayne made many films of the glory of war.
       Perhaps during the war that was what was needed.  But it  presented
       a  totally  artificial view of what war was really like.  In a John
       Wayne  film  when  someone  is  killed  they   fall   over--usually
       bloodlessly.   Nobody  has to deal with people who have been cut in
       half by machine gun bullets, with wounded solders looking for their
       own  severed  arms.  The deaths in SAVING PRIVATE RYAN are anything
       but bloodless.  And at a time when so many  films  show  gratuitous
       gore, as a special effect Steven Spielberg may be the only director
       who knows how to shoot blood so that the viewer feels the pain.
       There are four boys in the Ryan family, or at least there were  the
       week  before  D-Day.  Mrs. Ryan will get three telegrams in one day
       about  the  loss  of  three  sons.   The  last  remaining  son  was
       airdropped  behind  enemy  lines  and nobody knows if James Ryan is
       alive or dead.  The brass wants to see him  back  safely  with  his
       family.   A  squad  of  eight men is sent to find Ryan and send him
       home.  But the squad is decidedly ambivalent about the  assignment.
       Eight  men are risking their lives in highly dangerous territory to
       save the life of one private who is being sent home in what may  be
       only  a  public relations gesture.  Is he more deserving of special
       treatment because of what happened to his brothers?  When they find
       him  is he even going to want to go home?  Might he be already dead
       and the whole mission pointless?  Are eight  people  likely  to  be
       killed for some general's quixotic notion of mercy?

       No film in memory has ever taken such a gritty and  un-romanticized
       view of what the dog soldier experiences.  The battle scenes are as
       vicious and unrelenting as any film has ever shown us.  The  action
       begins with a 25-minute subjective view of the squad landing on the
       Normandy Beach-right in front of a nest of machine guns.  There are
       no  dramatics here.  It is just a bunch of men being delivered into
       to mouth of a meat-grinder.  Most of the  delivered  soldiers  last
       just seconds before they die in any of a variety of ugly ways.  The
       survivors of the squad are chosen for the  Ryan  mission  and  with
       some  trepidation  they  go  off  to find the private. Captain John
       Miller, a blood-and- guts commander, played  against  type  by  Tom
       Hanks  leads  the squad.  Unknown to the high command but suspected
       by the men, Miller is starting  to  crumble  under  the  stress  of
       constantly  dealing with the dying and dismembered.  The squad is a
       heterogeneous mix of personalities and ethnic types  borrowed  from
       any  film  like  A WALK IN THE SUN or THE BIG RED ONE.  It includes
       the  loyal  Sergeant  Horvath  (Tom  Sizemore),  the  uncooperative
       Private  Reiben  (Edward  Burns),  the Jewish Private Mellish (Adam
       Goldberg), and a timid translator, Corporal Upham (Jeremy  Davies).
       Among  the  issues  contested by the unit is the question of how to
       treat surrendering Germans and the individual's  responsibility  to
       be sacrificed for the many.

       Spielberg has not returned to the black and  white  of  SCHINDLER'S
       LIST but he does some playing with the color and look.  At times he
       will wash out the film, giving the feel of amateur  photography  of
       the  time.   During  battle  scenes he will use a special filter to
       tint the scene.  Then he strobes the action so while  the  film  is
       not slowed down, it will give fewer images per minute.  In this way
       it looks like the viewer is not able to take in all he  is  seeing.
       He  will  use  hand held cameras to put the viewer into the action.
       Miller's physical state of shock is represented by near silence  on
       the soundtrack in the middle of a battle scene.  During some of the
       battle scenes we get almost all of our information visually and the
       sound  is reduced to the din of battle.  Other times Spielberg lets
       the sound tell the story, particularly in scenes where the squad is
       hearing the earthquake-like rumble of approaching tanks.  Spielberg
       makes his point in the loud  numbing  battle  scenes  or  in  quiet
       moments  as  when  Mrs. Ryan just folds up and sits on the floor of
       her porch when she knows she is about to be given bad news.  He can
       make  a  point  by  letting  his camera wander over the geometrical
       lattice of a field of crosses in a  military  cemetery.   Curiously
       enough   for   so   professional   a  production,  there  are  some
       inconsistencies in the Robert Rodat script.  Early in the  film  we
       are  told that the boys at first served together and were separated
       only after the five Sullivan brothers died in  the  Navy  when  the
       boat  on  which  the  five served was sunk by the enemy.  That true
       incident, by  the  way,  was  probably  the  inspiration  for  this
       fictional  story.  We see a picture of the brothers all in uniform.
       But later we are told that when one of the brothers  went  to  boot
       camp  was  the last time they were together.  One more minor glitch
       if I saw what I think I saw, the men invading Normandy seem to have
       guns covered in polyethylene to protect them from the water.  Nope.
       That is a decade or so too soon for that.  What they  did  tend  to
       use  is  latex,  which would have been more tight-fitting.  It also
       would be a product produced for another purpose.   (Information  on
       polymers  and  WWII provided by Harold Leeper, Chemistry Docent for
       the Tech Science Museum, San Jose, California.  He and I go

       The honesty and realism of some of the  scenes  of  this  film  may
       forever  change  the war film.  This is not a pleasant film, but it
       is a truthful one in a way  that  few  war  films  have  ever  been
       truthful.  I rate it a 9 on the 0 to 10 scale and a +3 on the -4 to
       +4 scale.  [-mrl]

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

       6. LES MISERABLES (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: Victor Hugo's  often-dramatized  novel
                 gets  a  new screen adaptation with Liam Neeson
                 as Jean Valjean and Geoffrey Rush as  Inspector
                 Javert.     This    is    a   fairly   accurate
                 interpretation of the novel, but too often  the
                 film   is   dark-literally   and  in  tone--and
                 occasionally  the  style   is   bloodless   and
                 uninvolving.  But it is still a pleasure to see
                 one of the world's greatest stories on the wide
                 screen.  Rating: 7 (0 to 10), +2 (-4 to +4)
                 New York Critics: 8  positive,  4  negative,  6
                 mixed

       The best and certainly the longest novel I  ever  read--about  1600
       pages  in  my unabridged edition--was Victor Hugo's LES MISERABLES.
       Hugo turned slow operatic pacing into a  piece  of  monumental  art
       throwing  in which fifty-page essays were just side comments.  This
       novel also has the distinction of being the only piece  of  written
       fiction  that  ever  moved me to tears.  So I was very much looking
       forward to seeing the new film version.  The new version is  not  a
       screen  adaptation  of  the  popular  international  musical, but a
       straight dramatic rendering.  Much of what I enjoyed of  the  novel
       was  missing, but then it should come as no great surprise that not
       all 1600 pages of story would make it to the screen.

       Liam Neeson plays Jean Valjean, a vicious ex-convict who is  turned
       in one night into a human saint by the goodness of the Bishop of D.
       But in the course of the story he will be tempted to return to evil
       many  times as his past repeatedly fights to catch up with him.  In
       this case his past takes  the  form  of  the  implacable  Inspector
       Javert,  searching  for the missing Valjean.  SHINE's Geoffrey Rush
       plays the inflexible lover of  law  and  order  Javert  who  hounds
       Valjean for years.  As the film opens Jean Valjean has already been
       released from his nineteen years in prison,  but  with  his  yellow
       passport  nobody  will give him shelter until an old woman suggests
       he try the door of the Bishop of D.  After the  familiar  story  of
       the Bishop's silver, probably the best-known sequence in the novel,
       we jump  forward  ten  years  to  see  Valjean  having  become  the
       enlightened  factory  owner  and mayor of the village of Vigo.  Uma
       Thurman plays Fantine, a woman fired from his factory who turns  to
       prostitution.   Fantine  has  got to be the least glamorous role of
       Thurman's  career.   Behind  the  (intentionally)  ghastly   makeup
       Thurman is able to put some real passion into her role and gives as
       good a performance as I can remember from her.  Her  love  for  her
       daughter  is a new inspiration for Valjean.  Claire Danes completes
       the set of principles as the adult daughter Cosette in a role  that
       requires little but that she be cute and a bit spoiled.

       The film takes a number of small liberties with Hugo's plotting  to
       make  things going on within characters' heads happen on-screen and
       more visibly.  In this version Valjean does not just  slip  out  of
       the  Bishop's  house  with  the  silver;  he physically attacks the
       Bishop.  Valjean's escape to find Cosette is much  simplified  from
       the  novel  and turned into a carriage chase to add some excitement
       to the story.  The Thenardiers are reduced from major characters in
       the  novel  to a single scene.  The modification that is really the
       most bothersome  is  the  final  meeting  of  Javert  and  Valjean.
       Apparently Rafael Yglesias, who wrote the script, wanted a piece of
       strong dramatic action.  He ends the film in a major key,  where  a
       minor key seems more natural to portray Javert's final doubts.

       Liam Neeson is physically a large man  making  him  instantly  more
       appropriate  than  Fredric  March  was in the classic 1935 version.
       Neeson tends to underplay the role where some  more  passion  would
       have been what was expected.  Geoffrey Rush is equally passionless,
       but in this case it works to his  advantage.   Javert,  after  all,
       makes  himself  little  more than a machine for enforcing rules and
       laws.  The most disappointing casting is in  having  Peter  Vaughan
       play  the  Bishop  of  D.   Vaughan  appears  to  be something of a
       ditherer, a nice man but not one with a great deal of  intellectual
       power.   Yet  the  Bishop is really the most important character in
       the story, and Valjean is only an extension of the goodness of  the
       Bishop into a second person.  Valjean is the embodiment of the good
       that the Bishop did living on rather than being interred  with  the
       Bishop's bones.

       LES MISERABLES too often is just a bit bloodless.  It is a bit more
       an intellectual exercise than the story of tragedy and triumph Hugo
       wrote.  Still it recalls the passion of the novel.  I  would  still
       give  it  a  7 on the 0 to 10 scale and a +2 on the -4 to +4 scale.
       [-mrl]

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

            I don't understand guys who call themselves feminists.
            That's like the time Hubert Humphrey, running for
            President, told a black audience that he was a soul
            brother.
                                          -- Roy Blount