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Thanks to the idiocy of Goodreads policy my books are no longer easily found & do not all appear here. Instead, 5 of them appear under "Tentatively a Convenience": https://www.goodreads.com/author/show... .
My name is "tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE". It is NOT "Tentatively, A Convenience". The completely disrespectful push for conformity is on. Such 'normalization' of my spelling, wch I've been using since 1979, is a symptom of what I call "AU", Artificial Unintelligence - both that of algorithms wch can't possibly cope w/ the human imagination & that of robopathic humans - say the type of person who studied creative writing w/ a professor who isn't a creative writer & who isn't published. This type of person then proceeds to learn 'how to be Thanks to the idiocy of Goodreads policy my books are no longer easily found & do not all appear here. Instead, 5 of them appear under "Tentatively a Convenience": https://www.goodreads.com/author/show... .
My name is "tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE". It is NOT "Tentatively, A Convenience". The completely disrespectful push for conformity is on. Such 'normalization' of my spelling, wch I've been using since 1979, is a symptom of what I call "AU", Artificial Unintelligence - both that of algorithms wch can't possibly cope w/ the human imagination & that of robopathic humans - say the type of person who studied creative writing w/ a professor who isn't a creative writer & who isn't published. This type of person then proceeds to learn 'how to be creative' in a completely uncreative way & goes on to not be a creative writer or to be published either but to still be convinced that they're qualified to edit actual published actual creative writers. That's a form of regrettably delusional behavior fostered in them by their inability to educate themselves outside of potty training.
Alas, some GoodReads fiend has removed my date of death! I had it as "September 3, 1953" - before my date of birth so that my death won't happen in my lifetime. Some humorless GR person must want me to die. Foo on them.
Making matters even worse, my bk "footnotes" has been removed from the database here & I'm now listed as the author of "15" bks instead of the correct SIXTEEN. "footnotes" was still for sale online the last time I checked so I highly recommend getting a copy before they disappear altogether.
OTHERWISE, please read this extensive interview w/ me by poet/essayist Alan Davies as part of "Otoliths 27" ( http://the-otolith.blogspot.com.au/20... ). It's a DOOZY, I promise. It'll also hopefully be published as a small & cheap bk
ALSO, my friend Anthony Levin-Decanini has started an excellent new (as of mid 2013) improvising series called "Crucible Sound" in Pittsburgh at Modernformations Gallery & I was honored by his interviewing me regarding improv for his relevant blog. I quite like the interview & I hope you do too. Here's the link for part 1:
http://cruciblesound.blogspot.com/201...
& the link for part 2:
http://cruciblesound.blogspot.com/201...
I hope you find it interesting enuf to subscribe to the blog & to check out the other programs. If you're in or nearby Pittsburgh, PLEASE ATTEND THE CRUCIBLE SOUNDS! Things like this don't last forever, but while they do they can be quite lively!!
The photo of me is by my friend Julie Gonzalez. Maybe someday I'll write a bio in here but, in the meantime, I'll just sign w/ some of my email signature:
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Amir-ul Kafirs
Some tenuous beginnings of P.N.T. (Perverse Number Theory):
(for all x)x = (for all x)x (Anything is Anything)
(A Double Negative As Not A Positive)
(A finite quantity represented as a set containing
an infinite quantity of its subdivisions
(such as its subdivision in terms of rational numbers)
does not equal the same finite quantity
represented as a set containing an infinite quantity
OF A DIFFERENT DEGREE of its subdivisions
(such as its subdivision in terms of irrational numbers).)
m + n does not equal n + m is isomorphic to x
the ceiling of x is greater than or equal to the ceiling of the ceiling of x
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As far as I 'know', most of these questions have been created by Goodreads staff to stimulate the 'Goodreads authors' to make public statements that m…moreAs far as I 'know', most of these questions have been created by Goodreads staff to stimulate the 'Goodreads authors' to make public statements that may be of interest to people ON Goodreads. That's all well & good. The questions are generic & more or less irrelevant to my actual praxis but that's ok. I aim to please. SO, how DO I deal with writer's block?
1st off, I don't have "writer's block". EVER. Or any other kind of creative block. Why don't we hear about "Composer's Block" or "Pornographer's Block"? Maybe the writers who have writer's block are simply impotent, people w/ no ideas worth translating into texts in the 1st place.
2nd. when I see a writer's block I want to carve it, I want to carve a swan into it & watch it melt. Is that sadistic? I don't think so, the writer's block isn't able to feel pain. Or is it? There's always Hylozoism. Maybe the writer's block is ALIVE! Did you ever think of that you insensitive impotent sniveling writer?!
3rd, when I see the writer's block I wonder whether it's a Rubik's Cube. Maybe I just need to twist those little facets until everything lines up, until everything is 'perfect'. But what wd it say to US if it cd talk? 'Please, STOP, my reactive arthritis is killing me'?
4th, there's always the risk of getting the writer's block PREGNANT. I've known thousands of deadbeat writer's block dads. Sure, they act like they're completely comfortable w/ having knocked up a block, a chip off the old block.. but are they really? Look out for those furtive glimpses at table corners, room corners.. They're thinking of the wee ones.. & that one night stand when they had to PROVE to themselves that they weren't impotent, when they were going to stick it to that writer's block no matter what it took. But did they think further? NooOooOoooOo.. Bad plotting, bad narrative structure, no outlining, no thinking of how-it-wd-all-end. (less)
1st off, I don't have "writer's block". EVER. Or any other kind of creative block. Why don't we hear about "Composer's Block" or "Pornographer's Block"? Maybe the writers who have writer's block are simply impotent, people w/ no ideas worth translating into texts in the 1st place.
2nd. when I see a writer's block I want to carve it, I want to carve a swan into it & watch it melt. Is that sadistic? I don't think so, the writer's block isn't able to feel pain. Or is it? There's always Hylozoism. Maybe the writer's block is ALIVE! Did you ever think of that you insensitive impotent sniveling writer?!
3rd, when I see the writer's block I wonder whether it's a Rubik's Cube. Maybe I just need to twist those little facets until everything lines up, until everything is 'perfect'. But what wd it say to US if it cd talk? 'Please, STOP, my reactive arthritis is killing me'?
4th, there's always the risk of getting the writer's block PREGNANT. I've known thousands of deadbeat writer's block dads. Sure, they act like they're completely comfortable w/ having knocked up a block, a chip off the old block.. but are they really? Look out for those furtive glimpses at table corners, room corners.. They're thinking of the wee ones.. & that one night stand when they had to PROVE to themselves that they weren't impotent, when they were going to stick it to that writer's block no matter what it took. But did they think further? NooOooOoooOo.. Bad plotting, bad narrative structure, no outlining, no thinking of how-it-wd-all-end. (less)
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review of tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE's Positive by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - October 7, 2024E.V. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJJTMGWG/... This cd be called my 23rd bk. In 2005, my friend Julie Gonzalez & I were each being self-critical b/c of our n review of tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE's Positive by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - October 7, 2024E.V. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJJTMGWG/... This cd be called my 23rd bk. In 2005, my friend Julie Gonzalez & I were each being self-critical b/c of our negative complaining attitudes. We were sick of ourselves. I proposed that we keep Positive Diaries in wch we'd comment on our every day, listing only what had happened positive during the day. While such a thing may appear 'effortless' in writing it wasn't always easy. I wrote my diary for a yr & then stopped, it seemed like I'd kept it up long enuf. At the time I found the process somewhat boring so I filed away the diary & didn't think about it much. I DID, however, recommend keeping such a diary to people I talked w/ who had a similar problem w/ excessive negativity. In general, I think the diary was a good idea. Over the decades, I toyed w/ the idea of publishing Positive but generally rejected it as being not that fascinating of a read. Recently, I changed my mind. I love my other bks but I have to acknowledge that for most readers they're probably a bit too difficult. Positive's purpose & way of presenting that purpose is an easy read, the bk's fairly short, the size of the bk is easy to carry, & the price is as cheap as I cd make it. All in all, I've tried to make this my most accessible bk - maybe it's so accessible that people will criticize it as too simple. I think it's not only a fun read, both for people who're friends of mine in the bk & for people who don't know me or those friends, but also one likely to stimulate an introspective positivity in the reader. Here's how I promote it on the bk's back cover: From August 1, 2005, to July 31, 2006, the author kept a Positive diary in which he only made entries of positive things that happened to him that day. The purpose was to counteract his self-diagnosed negativity. It's the author's opinion that this helped him develop a much-needed positive attitude in the face of everyday aggravations such as abusive work conditions. In retrospect, rereading it 19 years later, it's also made him realize just how good his life was even during some severely trying times. It's hoped that people reading this will reflect on their own lives in a similarly positive way. tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE was born Michael Frederick Tolson in Baltimore on September 4, 1953. Being a natural-born anarchist he developed his resistance to what he felt were oppressive social systems by using creativity & absurdism to subvert & undermine what he observed to be the hidden and not-so-hidden infrastructures for maintaining an inflicted class structure. This involved associations with like-minded people such as Language Poets, SubGenii, free improvisors, Neoists, and miscellaneous other avant gardes. His death on September 3, 1953 has left people confused. ...more |
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review of E.C. Tubb's Zenya by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 28, 2026 This is the 11th bk in the Dumarest of Terra series & the 6th one I've read & reviewed. I'm basically just reading them b/c I read Tubb's Moon Base 1st & wanted to read more review of E.C. Tubb's Zenya by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 28, 2026 This is the 11th bk in the Dumarest of Terra series & the 6th one I've read & reviewed. I'm basically just reading them b/c I read Tubb's Moon Base 1st & wanted to read more by him & these Dumarest of Terra bks crossed my path. I was starting to get a bit sick of the series by the last one, Jondelle, but now I'm more enthusiastic than ever (whoever ever is). As I wrote in my Jondelle review ( https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... ): "This is the 5th of the Dumarest of Terra series that I've read. Three of the previous ones were titled after women characters, two of those covers had pictures of the women. Jondelle is titled after a boy character who gets kidnapped & the image on the cover of the boy's face is sexually ambiguous & cd be taken for an image of a girl or a young woman." Zenya brings the title back to a name of a woman character & the cover image is of a woman's face. In the past, the women were mostly positive characters, here, Zenya is more than a bit deranged & unsympathetic. She does, however, follow the pattern of falling in love w/ Dumarest. "She was tall, with a mass of golden hair raised and crested in an aureole above her head. Thick strands ran from her temples, cut and shaped into upcurving points which accentuated the high bones and slight concavity of her cheeks. Her jaw was round, with a determined hardness, and her lips were full, the lower pouting in betraying sensuosity. Her eyes were deep-set, glowing amber, wide-spaced beneath arching brows, their upward slant giving her the appearance of a watchful cat." - p 5 "She said softly, "Yes, Earl? And . . . ?" ""Nothing," He recognized the expression in her eyes, the look of an emotional vampire eager to feed on tales of blood and violence." - p 10 Despite his wariness, Zenya succeeds into sucking him into the world of her powerful maniacal family. ""If they are not with us, they are against us." ""Which must include a lot of people," he said dryly. "Does Aihult Chan Parect operate on that principle?" ""Naturally, Earl. What else?" "There were other ways, and far less dangerous than the one that led to inevitable paranoia. Delusions of grandeur coupled with a persecution complex that led to a total inability to trust a living soul." - p 32 Earl Dumarest is cornered more & more by Aihult Chan Parect, the family patriarch, until Parect informs him that he can't escape Parect's will b/c of an operation that's been performed on him. "["]A little device which I am sure you will appreciate. Should you break your word, or try to run or disobey me in any way, it will be activated. And then, no matter how you hide, the Cyclan will be able to find you. You will signal your presence like a star in the sky."" - p 50 The Cyclan being Dumarest's ongoing nemesis. Dumarest goes to another planet on a mission for Parect. When he arrives, he becomes a member of the local military engaged in a war that Dumarest is to lead. It's gradually discovered that some of the war deaths are from 'friendly fire'. "Hamshard said shrewdly, "Sir, do you think the action we spotted, the shooting and noise, was the result of hysteria? That they were firing at the air and at each other?" ""You think it possible, captain?" ""Well, sir, they were a pretty high-strung bunch. If they thought they saw something, landed, got confused with shadows, and then my men coming toward them—yes, sir, I think it possible." ""Well," said Dumarest, "we'll soon find out."" - p 92 Even tho Dumarest is highly accomplished in the 'art of violence' he's basically anti-military. His violent abilities are a keystone to every story. But, making it more interesting for me, so is his ethical philosophy. "He had seen the results of military castes on a dozan worlds, and all had followed a path that led to the inevitable destruction of all that was kind and gentle. When respect became equated with force, only brutality could hope to survive." - p 128 In the interest of not giving away too much, I haven't told much of the story. The overall plot is what pleased me here &, for the 1st time in the Dumarest stories I've read, the SF gets a bit more conceptual. ...more |
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review of Lloyd Biggle, Jr's The Still, Small Voice of Trumpets by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 22, 2026 I got interested in Biggle's writing when I read his The Fury Out of Time (see my review here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... ) review of Lloyd Biggle, Jr's The Still, Small Voice of Trumpets by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 22, 2026 I got interested in Biggle's writing when I read his The Fury Out of Time (see my review here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... ). I liked that one very much. I liked this one even more. In fact, I liked it so much that I'm going to give it a 5 star rating even tho it doesn't live up to what I might call the 'Finnegans Wake Standard', meaning it's not particularly adventurous in terms of innovative writing. One cd say that this is a fable about the conflict between people who appreciate beauty & people who don't. As usual, I think about my own life. I'm often in conversation w/ people in wch I find them to be mentally numb. Things that I wax enthusiastic about arouse no reaction in them. That's almost across the board w/ everyone. I find people to be generally insensitive & unappreciative. When my own work gets 'reviewed' the things that people say are so incredibly stupid that it amazes me. They take things that they clearly have no understanding of & act as if that's b/c there's nothing there to understand, as if the work is just the product of random derangement rather than extremely careful & inspired complexity. Oh, well. Biggle's fable expresses this lack of sensitivity wonderfully. His protagonist, a cultural surveyor, soon learns that the people he's hypothetically working w/ are oblivious to the marvelous works of art that surround them. "["]One of the paintings is a portrait of a musician. Do you know which one I mean?" ""I seem to recall—" ""Good. The musical instrument is a plucked chordophone, which for the want of a better term I'm calling a harp—though it's totally unlike any harp I've ever seen or heard of. It has a beautifully carved frame, and the strings are stretched from the perimeter of a globular sounding medium to converge in a sort of dragon's head that ornaments the top of the instrument." He paused. The coordinator was gaping at him wide-eyed. "What I want to know is this: what musical scale does that instrument employ?" ""I'm—" The coordinator's throat bulged as he tried to swallow. "I'm afraid I don't know." - p 10 The coordinator is the head of 2 teams whose intention is to democratize the planet they're on. Team B is on the continent on wch there's been no success. It's also the continent from wch the paintings came. The coordinator shd, hypothetically, be an expert on the conditions on that continent since Team B has been trying to clandestinely subvert the monarchy there for 400 yrs - &, yet, he's never really looked at the paintings & knows nothing about the music - b/c, to him, they're of no interest, irrelevant. Forzon, the protagonist, accidentally finds a Team B member who plays the instrument in question. "["]This one is a torru, a woman's instrument. It's tone is well-suited to the boudoir but is much too delicate for concert use." ""A marvelous, whispering tone," Forzon said. He got to his feet and bent over the torru. The slender strings were of some tightly twisted fiber, white and—every fifth string—black. He plucked them gently, one at a time. "It's an inflected pentatonic scale!" he exclaimed. "Primitive, and at the same time highly sophisticated. Curious."" - p 15 Biggle was a musician as well as a writer. It shows. Forzon goes to the continent where he's expected to help surreptitiously foster democracy & is almost immediately captured. He escapes & finds refuge in a farmhouse. "He cautiously descended the ladder. The naked child was playing in a net suspended from the ceiling; she gazed at him with a wide-eyed, coy charm, and gurgled and cooed when he made faces at her. The woman was at work in the fields, driving the ungainly beast ahead of a farm implement. The man was nowhere to be seen. "The paintings caught Forzon's eye, and he moved a bench to a corner of the room and sat down to study them admiringly. Art of that quality, in an ordinary farmhouse!" - p 46 Forzon makes contact w/ the underground Team B where it's speculated why he was so immediately set upon on his arrival. "["]Rastadt gave you the Larnorian language, dressed you as a Larnorian priest, and even outfitted you with the most extreme form of Larnorian nose, all of which was mailiciously contrived to make you as conspiscuous as a horse in a flock of sheep—which is an old Kurrian saying, except that Kurrian horses aren't horses and their sheep are even less like sheep, but it will do. To the Kurrian peasant a Larnorian priest is—" ""I know. Now I know. A bogyman."" - 57 Forzon notices that the Teacm B leader, Leblanc, has disguised his cover story poorly b/c he doesn't understand the deeper aesthetics. ""What's wrong with my family album?" Leblanc demanded. ""I insist that the natives of Kurr display paintings primarily because they love art and enjoy looking at it, and no lover of art would place his cherished collection in this corner. The light is terrible. You don't even have taper brackets here, and in the daytime the only decent light is at the other end of the room. You might as well hang it in a closet."" - p 66 Do you ever go into someone's home & realize that they don't have any bks or musical instruments? & then realize that you're probably not very compatible w/ them? ""Come and look," Forzon said. ""I really don't see—" "Look!" "Each took a turn at the window, shrugged, returned to his seat. Ann remained the longest, alternately peering at the sunrise and directing sidelong glances at Forzon. "Finally she turned away, and Forzon said sharply, "That won't do. You looked, but none of your admired it." ""Does this have something to do with the plan that you don't have yet?" Leblanc asked. ""It has something to do with the reason none of Team B's plans have worked. Team B doesn't understand the people of Kurr. It won't until its agents take the time, now and then, to admire a sunrise."" - p 102 There's good reason to want to undermine the monoarchy. Forzon is caught & put in a dungeon. "He looked up and caught his breath. The lofty ceiling was supported by enormous pillars that flared like the exterior walls of houses. Pillars, walls, ceiling—every place the light from the guards's torches touched glowed with swirling color. Never in his wildest imaginings could he have conceived of such a dungeon. Its sheer beauty overwhelmed him." - p 145 Forzon eventually triggers a rebellion based on the people's love of culture. I cd use something like that. ...more |
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review of E.C. Tubb's Jondelle by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 21, 2026 This is the 5th of the Dumarest of Terra series that I've read. Three of the previous ones were titled after women characters, two of those covers had pictures of the wom review of E.C. Tubb's Jondelle by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 21, 2026 This is the 5th of the Dumarest of Terra series that I've read. Three of the previous ones were titled after women characters, two of those covers had pictures of the women. Jondelle is titled after a boy character who gets kidnapped & the image on the cover of the boy's face is sexually ambiguous & cd be taken for an image of a girl or a young woman. I reckon that marks a change in Tubb's formula, the love interest is secondary, the boy is foremost. There's an implied undercurrent of sexual predation to the kidnapping. Dumarest stumbled across the 1st kidnapping attempt & intervenes. "A woman, he thought, a girl, then corrected the impression as he saw the tableau ahead. Not a girl, a child, a small boy pressed tight against a wall." - p 10 This being a Dumarest of Terra novel there's bound to be a love interest w/ a woman of exceptional qualities. This one just got killed off quicker than usual. "He turned and looked at the woman. She was tall, with a closely cut mane of dark hair, her dark eyes holding a hint of amusement and something of anticipation. Her figure was full and lush beneath a dress of some brown fabric belted at the waist. He[r] feet were bare in leather sandals, her hands broad, the fingers long and tapered. The hands of a sculptor, he thought, or those of a surgeon. Unabashed by his nakedness, he stood and met her eyes." - p 13 The woman notices that Dumarest is malnourished. He explains. ""Six months working in a mine and skimping on food," he said dryly. "Then riding Low. It isn't the best way to stay in condition." - p 14 That was his life between series #s 9 & 10. So far, there hasn't been a direct connection between any of the series individual bks that I've read. Dumarest goes thru quite a few experiences between each bk & they basically start as if their predecessor didn't exist - except for the recurring tropes. Dumarest hires a group of desperate men to help him retrieve Jondelle, the kidnapped boy. When one of the men gets weak, Dumarest gets tough & shows no sympathy. "At dawn one of the men complained of his ankle. It was swollen, tender to the touch. Dumarest ripped up a shirt and bound it tightly, then fashioned splints with a crossbar to take the strain. Wincing, the man rose, testing it. ""I can't do it. I'll have to ride." ""You'll travel like the rest. Nurse the ankle and use the other foot—and this time be more damn careful." "The man was stubborn, "I ride or I quit. Leave me some of the food and one of the lances and I'll make my own way back." ""You don't ride and you don't quit,"" - p 82 Dumarest arrives at the city stronghold where some of the kidnappers came from, a city where everyone is violently insane, & he encounters a solipsist. "["]Therefore what I touch must be an illusion. I will summon my mental powers and dissolve it, send it back to the chaos from whence it came. The purity of my mind must not be contaminated by unreal phenomena. Begone!" "Dumarest stepped aside and the man walked past, mouth wreathed in triumph. ""Thus I have yet more proof of the ascendancy of my mind. The universe exists because of my wish.["]" - p 98 Woman #1 is out of the picture, here comes Woman #2. "She was long and slim with a ripe maturity which had fleshed her bones so that the sweep of thigh and calf matched the swell of hips and breasts. She wore a wide belt of crimson leather studded with gems, pantaloons of some diaphanous material, softly yellow, caught at the ankles and slit so as to reveal the flesh beneath. Her torso was bare aside from a short jacket, open at the front and on high above the waist. Beneath it her breasts, high, proud, showed their soft rotundity." - p 100 This description of breasts as "proud" seems quite common to me. I find it appealing in an absurd way. What, exactly, are the breasts proud of? Did they get a good grade on a math test? In every novel, Dumarest makes some sort of philosophical statement that I can agree w/. He represents values that he's constantly being forced to fight for, usually killing in self-defense. "["]A Man cannot be blamed for his nature, but some men go too far. Money becomes their god, their only reason for being, and, when it does, they stop being human.["]" - p 154 One of my sayings is "When Money's God, Poor People are the Human Sacrifices." I enjoyed reading this bk but I can't really say I recommend it. Of all the available SciFi in the world I'd rank this fairly low. ...more |
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review of Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child's Reliquary by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 20, 2026 This is a thriller. I've only read a few thrillers, they don't generally interest me, the more SciFi they are the more I'm likely to read them. In review of Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child's Reliquary by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 20, 2026 This is a thriller. I've only read a few thrillers, they don't generally interest me, the more SciFi they are the more I'm likely to read them. In this case, I have to admit that I was sucked right in from the get-go. The opening scene is of a novice police scuba-diver swimming in a sewage-filled area where the muck is so thick the diver can't see. As if that's not bad enuf, he finds 2 skeletons. The description of the misery of all this is very impressive. "Beneath Fernandez's open suit, Snow could see a T-shirt with the Police Scuba team's unofficial motto: We dive in shit and look for dead things. Only this time it wasn't a dead thing, but a massive wrapped brick of heroin, thrown off the Humboldt Rail Bridge during a shootout with police the previous night." - p 6 One of the reasons why I was so easily engrossed in this is b/c the settings are so akin to settings in my own life. "assistant curatorship at the New York Museum of Natural History, wasn't always in the midst of some new round of budget cutting. And the more the Museum got into financial trouble these days, the more it seemed to rely on show instead of substance. Already, Margot had noticed the early buildup for next year's blockbuster exhibition, 21st Century Plagues." - p 20 This is a sequel to a bk entitled Relic, wch I haven't read, & many of its main characters, such as Margo, are from that bk. I worked for the Carnegie Museum of Natural History from 2009 'til 2018 & we did at least one exhibit in collaboration w/ NY's Museum of Natural History so that connection immediately struck home for me. Even mentioning "blockbuster exhibition"s rang true - not so much b/c of the Natural History Museum but b/c of museums in general, of wch I worked for more than 7. One of the recurring characters is a reporter named Smithback. The discovery of the skeletons leads to Smithback's investigating of the tunnels under NYC where he managed to meet a leader of some of the underground population named "Mephisto". ""No! You should feel honored, scriblerian. This is as close as I have been to the surface in five years." ""Why is that?" Smithback asked, groping the darkness for the microcassette recorder. ""Because this is my domain. I am lord of all you survey." ""But I don't see anything." "A dry chuckle rose from the hole in the cinder block. "Wrong! You see blackness. And blackness is my domain. Above your head the trains rumble past, the surface dwellers scurry on their pointless errands. But the territory below Central Park—Route 666, the Ho Chi Minh trail, the Blockhouse—is mine."" - p 47 Exploring railroad & mining tunnels (etc) has been important to me. As a child I went into large storm drain pipes in an area near where I lived that were part of an in-progress housing development. As a teenager I'd walk thru an in-use railroad tunnel at Patapsco State Park. As an adult I explored the tunnel that went from the Maryland Institute College of Art to what became the Camden Yards stadium & I established what I called the "BalTimOre Underground Club" (BTOUC) (1982-1983) there where I held at least 2 major events. Then there was the PSBBTOUC (Paris Suburban Branch of the BalTimOre Underground Club) (1984) in the ancient Roman mining tunnels under Paris. This was followed by the GSBBTOUC (Glasgow Suburban Branch..) (1988) in an abandoned subway stn under the botanical gardens. None of these explorations & activities of mine were anything close to what's under NYC but I've always had an interest in them. Smithback spies on confidential police proceedings regarding the skeletons & the ensuing discovered murders. He hides in a museum projection booth to enable him to overhear what's happening in the lecture hall that it serves. "The projectionist came in from the control room, his features narrowing as he saw Smithback. "You said—" "The journalist waved his hand. "I know what I said. I didn't want to make you any more nervous than you already were. Here." Smithback pulled a twenty out of his wallet and handed it to him. ""I wouldn't take it, except the Museum's salaries are ridiculous; you can't even begin to live in New York . . ." the fellow nervously stuffed the bill into his pocket." - p 122 Ha ha! I worked as a projectionist for the Andy Warhol Museum &, to a much lesser extent, for the Carnegie Museum of Art. My 1st paycheck from the AWM was for something like $26. Believe me, I can relate to the "salaries are ridiculous"! Pendergast, another recurring character, is an FBI agent w/ improbably perfect skills. "Pendergast smiled slightly. "Trading in local commerce tends to keep the natives peaceful." ""Drugs?" D'Agosta asked in disbelief. "Pendergast nodded, opening his coat. In the gleam of the penlight, D'Agosta could make out several tiny pockets stitched into the filthy lining. "It appears that virtually everyone down here is or has been an addict of one kind or another." His finger moved from one pocket to the next. "I have an entire pharmacopeia here: crack cocaine, methylphenidate, Carbrital, Seconal, military-grade Blue 88s. They may well save our lives, Vincent. They saved mine on my first descent." "Pendergast dug into one of the small pockets and pulled out a slender black capsule. "Biphetamine," he said. "Known in the underground fraternity as a black beauty."" - p 157 The FBI agent & his accompanying police officer, D'Agosta, have entered the underground to try to meet Mephisto so that they can find out more about the murders. The Mole people are adamantly against police & Mephisto decides to put these 2 to the test by getting them to eat "track rabbit", rats that live underground, to see whether they're who their disguises say they are. "He watched with mingled horror and relief as Pendergast, without hesitation, raised the rat and put his lips to the gash in its flank. There was a sharp sucking sound as the rodent was eviscerated. D'Agosta felt his gorge rise. "Licking his lips, Pendergast set the newspaper and its burden in front of their host. ""Excellent," he said simply. "Mephisto nodded. "Interesting technique." ""Hardly." Pendergast shrugged. "They spread a lot of rat poison around the Columbia service tunnels. You can always tell by tasting the liver whether it's safe to eat."" - p 166 Does that mean that the liver tastes 'off' if it's poisoned? I wish Pendergast had been more specific. The extent of the tunnels is enormous. Assuming this to actually be the case, it fascinates me. The work that must've gone on underground in NYC must've been almost incomprehensibly massive. Why? What was the vision? How did they manage to organize so much machinery & so many workers? It seems almost impossible, like building the pyramids. "Pendergast nodded. "Even on my first trip, I was astonished at the vastness. I felt like Lewis and Clark, setting out to explore unmapped territory." ""You don't know the half of it. There's two thousand miles of half-dug tunnels, and another five thousand miles still in use. Underground chambers, sealed up and forgotten." Hayward shrugged. "And you hear stories. Like about bomb shelters, secretly built by the Pentagon in the fifties to protect Wall Street types. Some of them are still stocked with running water, electricity, canned food. Engine rooms filled with abandoned machinery, ancient sewers made from wooden pipes. An entire freakin' lost world."" - p 183 Ok, so this bk has the Natural History Museum & the tunnels for me to relate to but making matters even better for me, personally, it throws in a conceptual artist, something I sometimes think of myself as. ""They're never supposed to touch," he said in a wounded tone as he fussed with the strings. "D'Agosta stepped back. "What is this, some kind of experiment?" ""No, it's an artificial environment, a reproduction of the primeval jungle that we all evolved in, translated to New York City." "D'Agosta looked at the strings in disbelief. "So this is art? Who looks at it?" ""It's conceptual art," Kirtsema explained impatiently. "Nobody looks at it. It's not meant to be seen. It is sufficient that it exists. The strings never touch, just as we human beings never touch, never really interact. We are alone.["]" - p 188 Now, that description of a fictitious conceptual artist seems more than a bit tongue-in-cheek & I suspect that the authors don't like conceptual art. Still, if there's a sequel to Reliquary maybe it shd center around this guy & not have any murders. It cd be called R - implying that it's the sequel to Luther Blissett's Q. Of course, w/o the murders they'd lose their readership. As our heroes try to figure out what's going on hypotheses appear that have an extremity potentially matching the facts. "["]This may sound crazy, Lieutenant, but the fact is there are many substances in nature—hormones, for instance—that cause startling transformations like this. It's not as bizarre or unusual as it sounds. There's a hormone called BSTH which turns a caterpillar into a butterfly. There's another called resotropin-x. When a tadpole gets a dose of that, it turns into a frog in a matter of days. That's what's happening here, I'm sure of it. Only now, we're talking about changing a human being."" - p 234 That's one of my favorite parts of this bk, something to think about. Why, in my neighborhood, Spit'n'Polish Hill, there's a young woman who turns into the Werewolf of Polish Hill by placing a small dog on her shoulder - just to avoid talking w/ an old man. That, too, is probably hormonal. Eventually, the moles are tear-gas smoked out of their underground refuge. "Suddenly, another manhole cover popped free closer to the march, and a series of gaunt figures clambered out, disoriented and coughing." - p 326 I'd credit the authors w/ staying somewhat close to the believable when describing prosaic parts of the story. In this case, tho, having had personal experience w/ removing manhole covers, one doesn't just "pop" one free, they're very heavy. Now, granted, the one that I pulled off from above was made heavier by concrete on it - so heavy that it bent the metal meat hook we were pulling it up w/, I think that manhole covers in general are too heavy to easily push open from underneath, let alone "pop" them. From the "Author's Note" at the end of the bk: "While the events and characters portrayed in this novel are fictitious, much of the underground setting and population are not. It has been estimated that as many as five thousand or more homeless people have lived in the vast warren of underground tracks, subway tunnels, ancient aqueducts, coal tunnels, old sewers, abandoned stations and waiting rooms, disused gas mains, old machine rooms, and other spaces that riddle underground Manhattan. Grand Central Station alone sits above seven stories of tunnels, and in some places the underground works extend more than thirty stories beneath the city. The Astor Tunnels, with their elegant stations crumbling into dust, actually exist, on a smaller scale and under a different name. No comprehensive maps exist of underground Manhattan. It is a truly unexplored and dangerous territory." - p 463 "The authors are indebted to the book The Mole People by Jennifer Toth (Chicago Review Press, 1993). Readers interested in the factual account of the subterra incognita of Manhattan are urged to read this excellent, thought-provoking, and at times frightening study." - p 464 & I've had that bk since it came out & STILL haven't read it yet. SO, I went to look for it in my overcrowded personal library.. & didn't find it. ...more |
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The cover here is for a different edition than the one I read. Usually, I'd add my edition so that the image cd be correct but I'm not doing that today. review of Lloyd Biggle Jr.'s The Fury Out of Time by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 5, 2026 The cover here is for a different edition than the one I read. Usually, I'd add my edition so that the image cd be correct but I'm not doing that today. review of Lloyd Biggle Jr.'s The Fury Out of Time by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - January 5, 2026 I got this bk b/c it was one of two that I found in a bkstore that were both $1.50. I only had $3 & some change. I'd never heard of Biggle. The title seemed like something imposed on the author for commercial reasons by the publisher, although I have no idea whether that's true or not. I had low expectations. As it turned out, I loved it!. It's a time travel novel, a genre I'm very fond of, & it might be one of my favorites w/in this genre. This was very inspired, very imaginative. Biggle's plot is full of entertaining characters & twists & turns that keep things lively from start to finish. His main character, an astronaut whose career was cut short by the loss of a leg, has a sense of humor & ethics & adventure that make sure he, & the reader, never have a dull moment. I was so enthusiastic about this that I've bought 4 more novels by him since. In general, I found the writing fun. "He shaved slowly, dressed himself slowly. It was afternoon when he finished, but he had no hunger. "Nor any thirst. He had never experienced a craving for drink. He drank only when he had nothing better to do, which was, unfortunately, almost always." - p 7 "The colonels were arguing again, but Haskins was paying very little attention to them. He was really interested in only two kinds of people—those who could tell him what he wanted to know, and those who could do something he wanted done." - p 20 That reminds me of H. Beam Piper, whose writing I've been reading recently. A mysterious vessel appears, causing a swath of destruction. It is accompanied by an anomolous betterfly. "["]Tell me this, Professor. While this future butterfly is evolving, what changes might take place in the human race?" ""What a question to ask a lepidopterologis! Oh, I vaguely recall some speculation on the subject. The man of the future may be totally bald. Vestiges such as the appendix and perhaps the tailbone might disappear altogether. There may be changes in the teeth, as one devastating result of the civilized diet. The feet will be modified by the corrosive restrictions of shoes. Experts have produced long lists of such things, but I don't remember much about them except that they always gave me the impression that I'd rather not be around to meet their subject."" - p 40 Our hero, having reasoned that the vessel is a time machine, is chosen to pilot it back to the future from whence it came - to diplomatically convince the future people to not send any more time machines back again b/c of the destruction that its "Force X" causes. The news of all this having leaked out to the press there's a great hubbub of pros & cons. "The screaming headlines, the thousand variations on the thought 'WHAT DOES THE FUTURE WANT FROM US?" And the absurdly speculative answers: natural resources, slaves, markets, havens from atomic holocausts . . . absurdly speculative, and at the same time terrifyingly plausible." - p 78 Karvel, the protagonist, has a flippant sense of humor throughout, tempered by a sensitivity to the sufferings of others. ""We're going to name an air base after you. Thought you'd like to know." ""One in Antarctica, I suppose. I'm glad I won't be there to hear the speeches."" - p 83 Karvel reaches the future from wch the time machine had come at some point. He inadvertently wreaks massive destruction, including of human life. A mob rushes for him but he's rescued by a pilot in an air vehicle. "The pilot returned to offer Karvel a bowl of deeply browned balls of food. He accepted with a nod of thanks, and cautiously placed one in his mouth. It disintegrated into a thick paste before he could begin to chew it. A highly appropriate food, he thought, for a people who had no teeth and—what was it the report had said?—no stomachs. "Prechewed and predigested meat balls," he told himself wryly." - p 94 There being no language in common, Karvel & his hosts must learn how to speak to each other. "That night he received more lessons, or perhaps the same lessons. The sterile muttering of the walls blended grotesquely in his shapeless dreams with the haunting screams from the devastated city and Lieutenant Ostrander's youthful laughter. The next day he fancied that he had a precarious grip on a word or two, but he could think of no adequate way to test his knowledge. Were they saying, How is your breakfast, when they brought food? Or Eat this quickly so we can get back to work? Or May your digestive efforts be bountiful? Was it a blessing that they intoned with his first sip of mush, or pointed commentary on his table manners?" - p 100 Biggle really thought things thru. There're various nation states, all semi-autonomous from each other except for trading. There's an "Overseer" that the nation states approach for ultimate decision making. The Overseer lives on the Moon but comes to Earth when needed. The Overseer lusts for Karvel's language teacher. He also has the power to basically get whatever he wants & has a harem on the moon. ""Dunzalo might not let her go. She has a fairly high number. She's Languages 9-17, and she seems to be an accomplished scholar." ""She's one of the bearded ones, too. I suppose there's a taboo involved—life pledged to learning, or some such thing. I'll look it up. But these Earth cities will trade anyone, if they're offered enough. Languages 9-17, is it? I'll trade for her the next time I go to Dunzalo. She's even worth a special trip. Lovely thing—what she must look like without that beard! On second thought, though, maybe I like her better with it on."" - p 144 This next touch was so inspired that I include it even tho it's a bit of a spoiler. "Karvel stepped forward cautiously as the Shuttle settled onto the city's tallest tower. The leg was no longe merely joined to him. It was his servant, it obeyed his wishes; but he continued to regard it as a honored guest, in delicate health, rather than as a member of the family. He babied it." - p 152 This is a wild ride. W/o giving too much away, he joins forces w/ some non-humans called "Hras". Here's a bit about their eating habits: "He learned that they had no sensation of taste, as he understood it; nor did they have any means, or any necessity, of chewing their food. In actual fact, they chewed it with their hands and placed it directly into their stomachs." - p 189 All in all, this was so absolutely wonderful that if his other work lives up to it he's going to enter my pantheon of SF greats ( http://idioideo.pleintekst.nl/Reviewe... ). It's fantastic to've been reading SF for 60 yrs or so & to just be discovering Biggle now! ...more |
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review of E.C. Tubb's Mayenne by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 31, 2025 Ok, I'm still somewhat new to Tubbs but it's pretty obvious by this point how formulaic this series is. I reckon that's true of most or all series so it's not like he's a review of E.C. Tubb's Mayenne by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 31, 2025 Ok, I'm still somewhat new to Tubbs but it's pretty obvious by this point how formulaic this series is. I reckon that's true of most or all series so it's not like he's an especially poor writer in that respect. Actually, the formulaicness is doing its job, I'm sucked in, I'll read plenty of them. The hero, Dumarest of Terra, is searching the Galaxy for his birthworld, Earth, wch most people that he encounters think is a myth. He gets to a new planet where he faces extreme trials & tribulations. The titular woman is, of course, madly in love w/ him - in the other bks I've read in the series that provides a high probability of her death by the end of the bk. Dumarest's heroic attributes are truly.. HEROIC. This bk is number 9 in the series. At the end of #8 it's written: "He might never go at all. He wouldn't be the first man who had lost a world for the love of a woman." - p 190, Veruchia Yes, the reader was left w/ the possibility that the ever-searching Dumarest might settle down w/ Veruchia & stay & rule her world w/ her. Fat chance. Chapter 1 of Mayenne finds Dumarest once more travelling between the stars. "Dumarest heard the sound as he left his cabin, a thin, penetrating wail, almost a scream, then he relaxed as he remembered the Ghenka who had joined the ship at Frell. She was in the salon, entertaining the company with her undulating song, accompanying herself with the ctystalline tintinnabulation of tiny bells. She wore the full Ghenka costume, her body covered, her face a mask of paint, the curlicues of gold and silver, ruby and jet set with artfully placed gems which caught and reflected the light in splinters of darting brilliance so that her features seemed to be alive with jeweled and crawling insects." - p 5 Guess who Dumarest is about to become lovers w/? No Plain-Jane-from-Next-Door for our boy. An accident happens in the spaceship & it becomes stranded, drifiting in space. Mayenne, the Ghenka, broadcasts her voice over a radio she's brought w/ her. When Dumarest asks her about it, she makes an excuse. "Dumarest remembered the bleakness of the static he had heard in the control room, the eerie feeling it had created. It would not be hard for a person trained as the Ghenka had been in tonal efficiency to imagine the sound held words, almost recognizable, almost human. It was perfectly understandable that she could have sung back to it as a man might talk to a tree or to something which could not possibly answer. Loneliness took many strange paths." - p 40 Look at me: I'm lonely, while writing this review it's as if I'm telling someone about a story, as if there's someone out there listening to me [insert maniacal laughter here]. I might be better off talking to a tree. ""People do not accept me readily. Women hate me because of the influence thay think I have over their men. Men desire me, not as a woman to be loved, but as a prize to be displayed. The rich are condescending and the poor are envious. Those who employ me try to cheat.["]" - p 40 I feel ya. One of the passengers talks about his mental training. "["]It is a matter of conscious discipline. For thousands of years man have known that, by mental exercise, they could control their metabolic behavior. For example, I could thrust a steel rod into my flesh and I would not bleed, feel pain, nor would the injury leave any trace or scar.["]" - p 51 I can remember being 15 & thinking along similar lines. I remember beginning to get sick & using some mental discipline, successfully, to stop the sickness. I remember believing that it was possible to make myself invisible thru such means. Did I read something that inspired me along those lines? The way I remember it is that I came up w/ it on my own. I still think such things are possible but I don't think I'm ever likely to be capable of them. Still, it interests me to come across such ideas again in something written less than a decade after when I had such thoughts. & another passenger: ""I am not afraid to die. No," Daroca corrected, "that is not wholly true. I am afraid of the lost opportunities death will bring. The places I shall not see, the things I shall not do. Stupid, perhaps, but to me death has always meant unfinished business.["]" - p 54 Again, I can relate. I've often sd something to the effect of: 'I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want the quality of my life to deteriorate.' It is. & 'I can't die yet, I have too much work to do.' Too many bks to write, movies to make, Usic to d compose, that sort of thing. Well, our travellers & their spaceship get pulled out of space thru unknown means to a planet that thinks. The planet-that-thinks idea 'inevitably' reminds me of Stanislav Lem's Solaris (1961) & the great movie Tarkovsky made of it (1972) & the excellent remake that Steven Soderbergh made (2002). All of Tubb's plot elements are interesting & skillfully crafted but it's the interplay between the planet & the stranded humans that allows for the most imaginative story-telling. The planet changes itself to suit whatever relationship to the humans it's moved to. "Dumarest walked to the edge and looked down. The bottom was invisible. He looked to the other side; there was no way to reach the cages aside from the causeway. The ground too had changed, the soft emerald of the sward replaced by a stony barrenness, the sparse trees once again the thick mass of vegetation they had previously known." - p 126 Can Dumarest of Terra outwit & outfight a thinking planet? Will he save Mayenne & settle down w/ her & give up his quest to find Earth? Stay tuned. "Our children, Earl. I am not too old to give you sons." "And daughters who would sing as their mother sang. A home which would be his and the things most men regarded as important. A fair exchange, perhaps, for his endless quest for a lost world." p 134 One might think that I'd lose interest in such predictability fast. But, right now I might be dying, I might be at the end of the line - & reading such tales keeps me entertained & distracted & doesn't take much strength. ...more |
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review of Neal Barrett, Jr.'s The Karma Corps by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 31, 2025 I picked this up b/c it was in the Science Fiction section priced at $1.50. I wasn't familiar w/ the author & the cover had a somewhat generic guy-w/-swor review of Neal Barrett, Jr.'s The Karma Corps by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 31, 2025 I picked this up b/c it was in the Science Fiction section priced at $1.50. I wasn't familiar w/ the author & the cover had a somewhat generic guy-w/-sword image. It's funny how much SF features time-&-space-travellers finding themselves in worlds that approximate knights-in-armor (& such-like) on Earth. For most of my reading of this I decided that it was more appropriately categorized under Fantasy than SF but, then, the 2 usually get mixed together. It eventually turned into SciFi for me, wch I prefer, but it was fine as Fantasy too. The main character, Lars, is the commander of a rag-tag group of warriors called The Arm of God or The Karma Corps. They're people reputed to've been brought back from Limbo by someone in the ruling church to fight w/ special abilities against purported demons who the church has been in conflict w/ for 200 yrs. Lars is walking & stops to watch the training of his troops. "As Lars watched, the wheat-haired corporal gave a sign. Abruptly, the greens disappeared. There was a single crack of sound, as air rushed in to fill the body-sized vacuums. Instantly, the greens reappeared some twenty meters away. Most landly truly in their circles, or close enough to count. Turning quickly about each trooper loosed a wicked bolt at his target, vanished, appeared back at the start, cranked up his crossbow and disappeared again." - p 10 This ability to disappear from one place & reappear close to instantaneously at another place is called jumping. Unfortunately for them, some of the 'demons' are able to do it too & are better at it. The leader of the Church is a woman known as the Holy Mother, the Voice of God. Audiences w/ her are usually restricted to Church hierarchy so people outside the Church, like Lars, have never met her & don't know anything about her. Lars is summoned to her. ""You do not—speak to Her Holiness. Only to—the Veil." ""And is that what I'm to call her?" asked Lars. "Your Holiness is proper?" ""Didn't you—understand a thing I said, young man? You don't call Her anything. You speak—only to the Veil!"" - p 56 The fighting increases in intensity & The Karma Corps are losing massively. Lars gets lost in his jumping. "It was the creatures they were sitting upon that struck him cold. They were neither pigs nor oxen, but something leaner and far swifter; sleek-tendoned beasts with powerful legs and heads like hammers. Like the warriors themselves, these beasts were strangely familiar. God's Breath, Lars thought of a sudden, I've sat one of the damnable things myself!" - p 126 Lars & close associates are fleeing from the adversarial forces in the deeps of the castle (yes, of course there's a castle!) & this is when the Fantasy becomes more SF. They're getting into the buried spaceship that the Chruchers arrived in. "Lars heard a slight whisper of sound. Sister-Major stepped back. The circle sprang clear a good inch. Slepping her fingers around the edge, she pushed the portal aside with no effort. ""It works like a marvel," said Lars. "And after all this time!" ""They were a different kind of folk," said Sister-Major. "Past our understanding, for certain."" - p 188 I enjoyed this very much & was glad every time I resumed reading it after a break. Like almost all Fantasy/SF the plot was imaginative & engaging. Even tho I'm a very critical person & dislike almost everything about pop culture I find myself embracing SF like it's a still-horny girlfriend that I haven't seen for awhile. Take that! ...more |
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review of Mina Loy's The Last Lunar Baedeker by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 27, 2025 The full review of this will appear on the following webpage if & when I go to the trouble of making it: http://idioideo.pleintekst.nl/CriticL... Even if I review of Mina Loy's The Last Lunar Baedeker by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 27, 2025 The full review of this will appear on the following webpage if & when I go to the trouble of making it: http://idioideo.pleintekst.nl/CriticL... Even if I hadn't been inclined to like Loy's writing this bk's scholarly biographical framing of her wd've convinced me that she was one of the most brilliant & charming people to ever live. This was edited & introduced by Roger L. Conover w/ a note by Jonathan Williams & published by the Jargon Society in 1982. They did such an excellent job that I'm vvvvveeeeerrrrrryyyyyy IMPRESSED. From the 1st page of the introduction: "For the last thirty years of her life she was virtually inaccessible to critics, "a sort of moral hermit" by her own definition who would rarely submit to interviews and was increasingly distant from her friends. She waved off would-be "rediscoverers" with a shrug: "But, why do you waste your time on these thoughts of mine? I was never a poet."" - p xv To deny that she was a poet has a special importance to me. "If her poems demanded a new kind of reader, so be it. It was not her intention to please the critics: "I have a fundamental masculine conceit that ascribes lack of appreciation of my work to want of perspicacity in the observer," she told Carl Van Vechten in 1914." - pp xv-xvi & why not? If there are poets who tailor their work to what they think readers want then they're killing themselves to make malevolent forces happy as if that's what proves their skill & makes them popular. The latter might be true but they're missing that their beauty is only skin deep b/c there's nothing underneath, they've participated in their own reduction to a hollow shell. William Carlos Williams wrote: "Mina Loy was endowed from birth with a first-rate intelligence and a sensibility which has plagued her all her life facing a shoddy world. When she puts a word down on paper it is clean; that forces her fellows to shy away from it because they are not clean and will be contaminated by her cleanliness. Therefore she has not been a successful writer and couldn't care less. But it has hurt her chances of being known." - p xvi What praise! Imagine having someone write something like that about you! "But Mina Loy was not looking for laureates in the Pantheon of Verse. Her erotic love songs and bold satires had already been praised by Eliot and Pound, who considered her the most radical of the radical set whose work began appearing in magazines like Rogue, Others, Trend, and The Blind Man in the 1910s. Her manifestoes, plays, and drawings had long since entered little magazine history; they appeared in the "Exile" issue of The Little Review, the Waste Land issue of The Dial, the "291" issue of Camera Work. Among art critics, she had been called a prodigy even before she started writing poems. Her paintings had been exhibited in some of the landmark shows of the century: at the 1905 Salon d'Automne in Paris, the 1917 Independents' Exhibition in New York City, the 1914 Free Exhibition of International Futurists in Rome." - p xvii "In the course of my research I have turned up letters in which Henry Miller, Thomas Merton, Joseph Cornell, Marcel Duchamp, Gertrude Stein, and Walter Lowenfels confess their artistic debts to Mina Loy directly. I am told that Basil Bunting, Charles Henri Ford, Octavia Paz, John Ashberry, and Hayden Caruth admire her." - p xxii Mina Loy seems to've been very active in multiple cities, in multiple countries. She was THERE.. & it shows in her work. "There is no way of knowing how many hours Freud sat for her, or Harry Kemp. But her portraits have aged as well as their subjects, whose approval was evident when she was done. Carl Van Vechten and James Joyce chose her likenesses of them to be published, Gertrude Stein endorsed hers with a signature. Marinetti bought his; Papini's was sent to Rome." - p xxiv Loy's the who's who at the center of the who's whos. "She had only two books of poems published in her lifetime. The first was issued in a paperbound edition by Robert McAlmon's Contact Publishing Company in 1923, the second in an edition of 500 copies under Jonathan Williams' Jargon imprint in 1958. Both books went out of print almost immediately, though it should be said that the former was helped to that state by New York City customs officials who took it upon themselves to decide that Lunar Baedecker (sic) contained pornographic material. A shipment of books bound for the Chaucer Head Bookshop was intercepted at the docks, and probably less than a hundred copies ever made it into the country. One of the more fragile books issued by McAlmon's press, it is now almost never seen outside rare book rooms or dealers' catalogues where it is a de rigueur item at $450." - p xxiv Sheesh, how do these ignorant fools ever get into such positions of power where they're able to supress culture? I sent something iike 50 white shirts to a friend of mine in Montréal who offered to silkscreen on them the ad for a show I'd recently given there. She mailed a box of them back to me in Baltimore w/o my having any knowledge of how many she'd screened or how many colors she'd used. US Customs intercepted them & I was summoned to their offices where I was questioned. They wdn't let me see the shirts. They wanted to know how much they were worth. I told them, truthfully, NOTHING - that my friend had printed on them for free & that I'd probably be giving them away - that, in fact, we were losing money on them b/c I'd paid for the shirts & their mailing to Canada & that my friend had not only printed on them for free but had mailed them back at her own expense. They insisted that I put a price on them. I asked them how I cd do that given that I didn't know how many there were or how many colors were used. I ended up forced to pay them something between $25 & $75 for what turned out to be 25 shirts. They made more money off something that they had nothing to do w/ the making of than I did. When I was at the cashier's window paying the money one of the Customs officials came to me & asked me what kind of homosexual cult the t-shirts were for?! He seemed excited by this. The image on the shirts had my naked penis shown w/ my DNA tattoo above it. It had never occurred to me that someone wd interpret this as being somehow homosexual. & this was a person in the position to hold my work hostage & make me pay to get it back. How ludicrous can it get?! & that's not my only experience along those lines. ""Anglo-Mongrels and the Rose" is the key to the whole of Mina Loy's private mythology. Getting it right was the first order of business of this volume." - p xxvi & that's the epic that I was most impressed by. "But for the endurance of some memoir-reknowned legends about her wit and beauty, Dada diarists' attention to her career as the widow of Arthur Cravan, and the recent anthology appearances I have mentioned, her name would by now have vanished entirely." - p xxvii Ah, yes, how many of the truly creative & brilliant people have disappeared in history? Often b/c their creativity was too difficult or 'offensively observant' or challenging? Not to mention, of course, non-commercial - or b/c idiots like the NYC Customs people disappeared their work? I've been struggling against the anti-creative forces that try to impose their death culture standards throughout my entire adult life - that's one of the reasons why I'm writing this bk review. Loy's love life wd make an amazing novel in & of itself. Marinetti, the primary spokesperson for Italian Futurism, was lovers w/ her. I love Futurism, despite its macho overtones, & find Loy's association w/ it to be somewhat amazing considering her Feminism & Futurism's largely male orientation. "In her early work, she declares an open season on a number of public figures by subjecting them to satiric treatment in her poems. She disaffected herself from her one-time lovers and fellow-manifestoists Giovanni Papini and Filippo Marinetti by making unabashed use of intimate "material" gleaned from sexual and social encounters with them." [..] "Briefly a member of the Futurist ring and special friend of its grand muftis, Mina Loy's infatuation with the group ended when it embraced fascism. Her disillusion gave way to a polemical hostility that is the source of most of the satires in this volume. Poems like "Giovanni Franchi," "The Ineffectual Marriage," and "Lions' Jaws" are only sparring pieces, however, compared to her experimental verse play, The Pamperers. Uncollected here for reasons of length, the play inaugurated the "Modern Forms section of The Dial." - p xxxiii In all honesty, tho, I have to say that, as much as I admire Loy's work, it doesn't come anywhere close to the imagination & innovativeness of most Futurist work, including Marinetti's. Still, the above got me curious about The Pamperers & I hoped to be able to purchase a copy but had to be satisfied w/ copying it from a university source. Here's an excerpt: "A MAN: (Whose monocle has been hypnotized to idea associations by the luminous dial) I don’t know anything about Marinetti; I don’t want to know anything about Marinetti but I respect him . . . he has a clean collar I am willing to accept the creed of any man who wears a clean collar SOMEBODY: Why the devil shouldn’t Marinetti wear a clean collar? I don’t know why Marinetti shouldn’t wear a clean collar, all I say is . . . Marinetti wears a clean collar! OSSY: Di . . . if you half guessed what I’ve caught in the stables, you’d throw Futurism to . . . DIANA: Don’t mean . . . that I’m out of fashion again OSSY: Since 1 P.M. . . . " "In the 1920s, again employing Futurist-style tactics for ironic effect, she invented a political party called Psycho-Democracy and circulated the sensational "platform" of this one-woman movement around the streets of Florence. The original pamphlet establishes Mina Loy as one of the first employers of psychotype—typographical characters and arrangements of lines that participate in the expression of ideas, giving a violent exuberance to the page. As a group, Mina Loy's Florentine poems and satires constitute the most substantial literary response to Futurism ever made by a woman under the direct influence of the movement, but historians of the avant-garde and the feminist literary establishment have overlooked this oeuvre." - p xxxiv As far as I can tell, the "psychotype—typographical characters and arrangements of lines that participate in the expression of ideas" isn't reproduced here. That seems like one of the only shortcomings of this edition. As for "one-woman movement"s, such things are always of interest to me. It seems like I've encountered a considerable number of those but the only one-person mvmt I can think of at the moment is Arthur Berkoff's Pregroperativism. I think that I, & a few others, may've been designated Pregroperativists by Arthur but I'm not sure any of us ever had anything other than the vaguest idea what it meant. "There was no thought of making money. Contributors were not paid, and Arensberg agreed to finance the paper at a loss. For in those days, the avant-garde did not take stock of itself in commercial terms, but rather by the number of people whose passion, curiousity, or anger could be stirred by a radical new idea. By this standard, Others was an instant success." - p xxxvi IMO, the avant-garde, intrinsically, does "not take stock of itself in commercial terms, but rather by the number of people whose passion, curiousity, or anger could be stirred by a radical new idea" wch is one of the reasons why I think that a recent bk that is contextualized as "avant-garde" that I have work in is NOT avant-garde. Its editor/publisher is entirely too much of a business-person for that to be the case. "She has seen so many new movements that she has decided to initiate one herself and call it "Vitalism." This woman is half-way through the door into To-morrow." - p xliv "To-morrow"? What about 2-morrow or too-morrow? "One night Baroness Loringhoven painted her body, shaved her head, and marched off to the opera with a coal scuttle perched on her head." - p xlvi Go, girl! That's my kind of gal! But was she naked? I went to the symphony once wearing a translucent jacket that had 4 glow-in-the dark rectangles on its back. The hall was dark so the appearance was of a window w/ light coming thru it moving thru the space. Some time later, I was wearing that same jacket in a supermarket when an excited woman stopped me & asked me if I'd been wearing that jacket at the symphony. She sd she'd seen it from all the way across the hall. On to Arthur Craven a person of great importance in Loy's life who disappeared, leaving her love-stricken for the remainder of her life. "It is comrade Trotsky who tells us in his Autobiography of his mid-Atlantic encounter with "a boxer, also a poet and nephew of Oscar Wilde, who openly pronounced that he preferred to slug Yankees in a noble sport than to get his chest driven in by some ignorant German." "What name the passenger used with Trotsky is anyone's guess, for the poet-boxer was a fugitive, forger, and master of disguise who had eluded military authorities and conscription officers for two years as he roamed through Central and Western Europe. But the name on his passport was Fabian Avenarius Lloyd, alias Arthur Craven, born to British parents in Lausanne, Switzerland, on May 22, 1887." - p xlvii "Fabian was endowed from birth, it seems, with a rebellious and stormy nature, a belief that he could live according to his own rules and in defiance of conventional codes of behavior. He did. Having been expelled from several schools in his early teens, he struck out for America at the age of 16, spent a few months in New York, then worked his way to California as a lumberjack, chauffeur, orange-picker, and butcher. It was in America that he learned to use his fists; he had to to survive the tests that hoboes and migrant workers put him to in boxcars and fields." - p xlviii "he shocked his opponents by boasting loudly of his accomplishments, listing his past titles, and citing the elegant tramp pedigree which preceded his life in the ring: "hotel thief, muleteer, snake-charmer, chauffeur, ailurophile, grandson of the Queen's Chancellor, nephew of Oscar Wilde, sailor, gold prospector, poet with the shortest hair in the world . . ." - p xlix "ailurophile" = cat lover. That must've sent chills down the spines of his opponents, if they knew what it meant. "In March, 1910, he entered the light-heavyweight competition in the Eighth Meeting of the Boxing Championships for Amateurs and Soldiers organized by the French Federation of Boxing Clubs. Through a bizarre series of defaults, disqualifications, and withdrawals on the part of his opponents, he succeeded in becoming Amateur Light-Heavyweight Champion of France without fighting a single bout." - p xlix "The Bal Bullier was a favorite nightspot among boxers, and it was there, after successfully defending his title as Heavyweight Champion of the World on December 19, 1913, that Jack Johnson met Arthur Craven and invited him to join the decadent crowd "making the rounds at Johnson's expense of the night spots of Montmartre . . . tossing off champagne, flicking cigars. . . ." In an American interview a few years later, Craven recalled his first encounter with Johnson outside the ring. "He's a man of scandal," he began. "I like him for that—eccentric, he's lively, good-natured, and gloriously vain; anything that has to do wth Johnson has to do with a crowd of policemen. . . . . I have a great admiration for him. . . . After Poe, Whitman, and Emerson, he is the most glorious American. . . . If there is a revolution . . . I shall fight to have him enthroned King of The United States." - p l Ha ha! & if you listen to Miles Davis's "Tribute to Jack Johnson" while driving, you'll almost inevitably speed. "It was their season to fall in love, and America's season to enter war. Mina Loy knew when she saw the recruitment offices open in Manhattan that Cravan would have to leave the country. She even looked approvingly at his disguise when he came to say goodbye. The military uniform would make getting rides easier as he hitchhiked north, he explained, and she thought to herself that only Craven would be able to avoid the draft by posing as a soldier on furlough." - lviii "That Craven was given to perpetrating hoaxes of this kind was not forgotten when he mysteriously disappeared in Mexico in 1919. Some say he drowned, others that he was murdered. But the facts are that no body was ever found, nor a single witness." - p liv Will I ever get past the introduction? Its excellence makes it well worth dwelling on. It's to be credited to: "Roger L. Conover January 17, 1982 Somerville, Massachusetts" - p lxi We move onto a biographical timetable: "c. 1911 American Futurist painter Frances Simpson Stevens is houseguest." - p lxvi Having never heard of this painter I immediately became curious. "Stevens explicitly identified her work as futurist. In an article for The Popular Science Monthly, she articulated her vision: ""A futurist artist in Italy, seeing an ordinary street car go by, realizes the future possibilities of power and speed, and he begins to paint great trains going so fast that they lose their definite form in the lines of direction. Motion and light destroy the solidity of the material bodies... The futurists make their engines move, throb and create. Something is always happening in a futurist's pictures, and the great variety of color and changing lines helps to convey this impression." Frances Simpson Stevens, 1917 "Very little of Stevens' art has survived. One work that has is Dynamic Velocity of Interborough Rapid Transit Power Station at the Philadelphia Museum of Art." - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances... "c. 1914 Affair with Marinetti, whom she credits for "twenty years added to my life from mere contact with his exuberant personality" though his "interest in me only weathered two months of war fever." "The only thing that frightens me is the fear of not finding someone who appeals to me as much." - p lxviii The full review of this will appear on this webpage: http://idioideo.pleintekst.nl/CriticL... ...more |
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review of E.C. Tubb's Veruchia by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 23, 2025 I've long since read or heard that old people revert to their childhood interests. I've always wanted to avoid such a regression. Nonetheless, now that I've found the wr review of E.C. Tubb's Veruchia by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 23, 2025 I've long since read or heard that old people revert to their childhood interests. I've always wanted to avoid such a regression. Nonetheless, now that I've found the writing of E.C. Tubb I feel like I might just have fallen into the trap. Reading Tubb reminds me of reading 17 Edgar Rice Burroughs novels when I was about 13. Tubb's writing style is so familiar that I border on feeling like I might've written it myself. At the same time that I was reading this I was watching "The Lost City", a 12 part, 4 hr serial from 1935. When I 1st started checking it out I gave up very quickly, I was so put off by how ridiculous it was. I eventually grew to appreciate its over-the-top-ness. Of course, each cliff-hanger episode ending was predictably to be resolved in favor of the endangered protagonists. Some particularly ludicrous moments included a black man, ostensibly African, who begs the 'genius' scientist to turn him white. The scientist does & the newly-white man cavorts in glee at this 'wonderful' thing. The scientist is then told by the main hero something to the effect of: 'That's the greatest invention mankind has ever seen!' Later, a queen dooms a ne'er-do-well to probable death & one of the 'good guys', a woman, asks: 'You aren't going to kill him are you?' to wch the queen replies: 'This is Africa!' ANYWAY, Veruchia has a similar sort of structure but not one quite so naive or racist or imperialistic. The hero, Dumarest of Terra, faces constant peril wch he manages to escape from in the most spectacular ways. The pace of this, just as an adventure story, is that of a freight train about to run over Pauline. &, of course, there's a very-special-woman for Dumarest to be involved w/. This was the 8th bk in the series, I hope I have the 9th but I haven't checked yet, I really want to know what happens next! At the beginning, Dumarest is visiting a museum. ""The last of its species was destroyed over three centuries ago in the Tamar Hills. It was a carnivore and the largest insect ever known on this world: the result, apparently, of wild mutation. Its life cycle followed a standard pattern, the female sought out a suitable host and buried her eggs in the living flesh. See the sting? The venom paralyzed the selected creature which could do nothing as it was eaten alive by the hatching young. Note the long proboscis, the mandibles and the hooked legs.["]" - p 10 Ever had Scabies aka Mange? Don't. The eggs get laid under one's skin & the itching will drive. you. mad. Mange eggs don't even make a good breakfast. Dumarest gets kicked off one planet only to end up on another, penniless & fighting in an arena as an unlikely contestant to win against a specially bred giant bird. There's a world ruler who oversees this blood-sport. ""My name is Veruchia. We do not use titles here. Only the Owner. On this world all tenants are equal."" - p 59 &, yes, there's romance. I've never read a Harlequin Romance, it's against my principles (n'at). But Veruchia is probably not that far from a Harlequin. The knight in shining armor saving the damsel in distress (n'at). But, what can I say? It's like a vagina - I get sucked right in. But, ladies, I'm letting you know up front: I'm not going to fight a giant bird for you. ""Hamane is suspicious. He insists on conducting an investigation into the Owner's death. What will be found?" ""The prediction that he will discover traces of assassination is of a probability factor of sixty-eight point seven. He will be swayed by his own inability to account for the unexpected relapse and eager to shift the blame. The evidence will be insufficient to convince others."" - pp 78-79 Not long after I finished this I started watching the last season of "The Borgias" on DVD. This one starts off w/ the Borgia Pope, played by the excellent Jeremy Irons, getting poisoned but being saved by the brilliance of his daughter, Lucretia. The Owner wasn't so lucky. One of the recurring types of characters locks himself in his guarded chambers so that he can mind-merge w/ those others of his order. It's the following description that made me think about what a great movie this wd make. There's so much over-the-top chain-jerking that the movie wd be great for fight scenes, love scenes, AND psychedelia: "It was place of shifting rainbows, a wonderous kaleidoscope of varying colors, crystalline, splintering into new and entrancing formations. He seemed to move through a maze of brilliance, shafts and spears and arching lines of the purest color reaching endlessly to all sides." - p 84 Well, if you thought that fighting a giant bird was too much (Greek myth or not), wait until you reach the underwater parts of this. It's so successful for what it is that all my sophistication just slides away & reveals me in my naked adolescence. ...more |
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