MAINE TOURISM BAD TRIP

The Driver by Stephen King: Review

The film looks like it was made in Maine, small towns here and there. Very quaint. Maria Bello starts in a small town and travels on Highway 84 to another small town. There’ s no freeway connecting anything close, so I know it’s not California. Highway 84 is the road Maria Bello does not want to travel on again. The real Highway 84 goes from Colorado to Georgia. No one in the film has a Southern ascent; most of the actors look decrepit and uneducated: Pointy chins, bulging eyes, protruding foreheads and not many African-Americans. These actors look like they’ve stepped from Renaissance/Baroque paintings by Breughel or Valesquez. All of them sound like Yankees, alone, self-reliant, steadfast. My perception of Southerners is they chat more. The pace of life in the film seems slow. I’ve read enough EB White essays and stories to recognize Maine when I see it.

Preposterous describes this film well. After a book signing/reading/gathering at a faraway library, Mario Bello drives home using the shortcut, scenic route. A board lies flat on the road with nails sticking straight up. Mario Bello runs over the board and gets a flat. She stops. Being a woman, of course she doesn’t know how to change a flat tire, so she flags down the first passing motorist who is a serial killer. He rapes her and leaves her for dead. [This sort of thing doesn’t happen in California where pot growers use national parks, national forests, state protected forests and scenic areas for growing fields. Pot growing want traffic rolling safety and swiftly so no attention is drawn to them. Hence the roads are clean, clear and well-maintained. Caveat: Because of the truck traffic, be careful during the harvest season in autumn.]

Maria Bello crawls from a storm drain and gets back to civilization, a local bar/restaurant/gas station/what not. She calls and gets a ride home. She doesn’t call the cops. The film shows Maine cops as being in-your-face appearing spooky, and highly unreliable. The story becomes one of retribution, from a woman who can’t change a flat tire. She’s is going to drive hundreds of miles from home to kill the bad people and get away.

How does the crime writing lady succeed? Mario Bello has a Global Positioning Satellite unit in her car that does not just give directions. [I’m suspicious of persons who use GPS devices. If a driver can’t look at a map, put it into the brain and follow it, that driver has obviously lost 20 IQ points somewhere on the road of life.] However, Maria’s GPS device has added features – asking questions and poising facts.

Next, Maria Bello relies on her Knitting Circle Crime Fighting Quartet, characters she has created in her novels, and especially the lead woman. How are you going to do it? Maria must be ruthless. Reference to the KCCFQ serves as Maria reaching into her imagination and determining how to get the best retribution. The plotting in the mind is elementary, and sometimes completely lame. At minute 85 is a mind brew which makes no sense. Next on the broadcast program are minutes of ads. The viewer is diverted and loses attention. I never knew or appreciated how valuable ads were in telling the story to keep the viewer from realizing there are huge gaps in the tale.

The upshot of the plotting is Maria Bello kills the mother, and the next night kills the brother and an hour later the rapist. She uses the same gun plus killings in the same family equals serial killer. I’ve watched a number of cop shows on TV, and in the lamest, the cops would arrest Maria. I know the local cops and the FBI ought to be looking. Where to start? When a cop makes a traffic stop or a query (vehicle to vehicle), cops now-a-days usually record the license plate number of the target car. Maine Cop goes to Maria Bello’s car and asks, what were you doing around the truck (driven by brother and at other times by rapist). I can only guess Maine cops don’t follow up-to-date procedures.

Overall, having the scope of the writer’s imagination presented, I have to agree with the mother’s assessment: The writer does crappy work. The story and characters prove it.

P.S. None of the faults are the responsibility of Maria Bello.

SUBVERSIVE WRITING

REVIEW OF SUBVERSIVES by Seth Rosenfeld

I’m Michael Ulin Edwards, author of Bitch. (iBookstore). I am completely familiar with events in Berkeley, 1968-1974. I am familiar with earlier events and its literature and many other documents (1962-1967).

Much of Seth Rosenfeld’s book, Subversives, is set in a foundation of quicksand. I will touch on a few prominent disappointments. Reading this book it is obvious that the author did not live during the Sixties; he made no attempt to learn much about the people living in Berkeley during the Sixties; he failed to submerse himself into student life, actives and thoughts of the Sixties. Writing about students and events from 1963-1965 is much different from students and events in 1966-1968, or in 1971. Rosenfeld writes a top-down recounting of events – a writing from the perspective of the documents in his possession. He ignores documents that disagree with his views and fails to balance and weight their relative importance.

In this book every major impression about events after September 1968 is wrong, mistaken or falsified.

I read the text and what supposedly serves as notes. The notes are frequently summaries of documents. There is very rarely a quote in the text and a source, date, page number in the note. This book thereby becomes a perilous piece of history, sociology or journalism.

Rosenfeld misstates the scene. What is the background of students, activities and organizations? In the sources on the Free Speech Movement, people emerged from their corners and began leafleting and proselytizing. The Free Speech Movement [Goldwater Republicans to the far Left] by and through Savio had to beat these people and organizations off to present limited demands. By the late Sixties there were no controls, no discipline and no common goals. Every leader, person and group wanted every other person and group to follow it.

What is both funny and ridiculous is the FBI’s believing it could surveil and influence the groups with informants. A remarkable book was written at the time (1970) by William Divale, I Lived Inside the Campus Revolution. He describes how he was recruited, how he had to form political groups and eventually whom he met. His political indoctrination eventually made him a leftist; he testified in one trial. Divale tells of the disorder within the greater Left and student groups. There were no controls and no leaders. Rosenfeld likes to disparage persons whose experience and writing disproves his theses. He calls Divale “a self-described sex ‘swinger.’”(485) In the Sixties swingers weren’t considered worthy of demerits.

Rosenfeld suggests that one or two informants influenced and pushed people and organizations into wrong, unpopular actions. It ain’t so. Students, especially at Berkeley, were in charge. The Free Speech Movement leaders knew they had rolled the administration on constitutional issues. Given that standing students pushed more toward extreme positions.

Who were the FBI informants? Petty criminals, drug users, sexual perverts, hippies, morons and Democrats. A worry had to be, will my informant disappear to a commune in Marin, or Sonoma, or Mendocino, or Humboldt? What’s the quality of the information he just gave the Bureau? All information produced had to be culled and carefully checked. It was known among University students that people who appeared to live on the streets, lived on more than air. At best they were part-time informants, or squealing to get a felony lowered to a misdemeanor or to get a few bucks for the next joint or tab.

And what did the FBI do with the information once it verified it? After August 1963 the FBI learned Martin Luther King had a dream. The preacher had said so publicly. The raging question within the Bureau was “what was the dream about?”
It is more probable to conclude that the FBI was not playing with a full deck, and that Rosenfeld’s book gives the Bureau much more credit than it deserves.

The subtitle to Rosenfeld’s book includes “and Reagan’s Rise to Power.” Ronald Reagan is a villain in Berkeley. Too bad. “Prologue at the Governor’s Mansion January 1967,” happened two years, four months after the Free Speech Movement in Berkeley began, September 1964. Apparently the FBI met Reagan, and Rosenfeld cites this meeting a representing the close collaboration between them. It is misleading. Anyone who lived in the Sixties and watched Reagan’s rise to knew the FBI had nothing to do with his election victory in 1966 or the Governor’s popularity. Reagan represented one side of “anxiety triggers,” and the students represented the other side of the triggers:

“The campaign was supposed to be about big government, welfare and high taxation but, as Reagan recalled: ‘After several weeks of the campaign I had to come back and say, ‘Look, I don’t care if I’m in the mountains, the desert, the biggest cities of the state, the first question is, What are you going to do about Berkeley? and each time the question itself would get applause.’”DeGroot, Gerald J., The Sixties Unplugged, Cambridge, Harvard, 2008, p. 403.

Running against Reagan and that question, Pat Brown had no response. Brown was tied to an unpopular President. He lost badly. Or course, Rosenfeld presents none of this, how extremely unpopular Berkeley and the University of California were becoming. It is also distorting for Rosenfeld to suggest Reagan was an FBI stooge or got FBI help, rather than analyze Reagan as the effective, successful politician he was.

Much of Rosenfeld’s book discusses the FBI files and the Black Panthers who are mostly irrelevant to the University and University students during the Sixties. The Panthers began in Oakland in 1966; they had excellent speakers – Cleaver, Seale and Newton – but their activities were confined to activities in Black communities. Many of these leaders were in prison during the late Sixties. [Stokely Carmichael, not a Panther, spoke in Berkeley during the fall of 1967 to a large student crowd.]

In 1968 I believe Berkeley had fewer than 800 Black undergraduates of 28,000 total. Social Analysis 139X, Eldridge Cleaver’s course, Fall 1968, brought Cleaver onto the campus. It was not a Black Panther course. Its failure to get credit, and demonstrations and destruction of offices, stopped after Cleaver lost appeals for a parole violation and fled the USA. The Third World College, Winter 1968, involved many black-run organizations and included veterans from the San Francisco State protests and riots (Fall 1968). As riots that quarter continued, there were many fewer black rioters. After Winter 1969 Black organizations separated from many student protests in Berkeley.
It is unfortunate that Rosenfeld combines too much, student events with the Panthers. The Panther experience, incompletely written, is not serviced by mushing it with student/street people/hippie activities in Berkeley. NOTE, HOWEVER, if the FBI believed or considered that the student and Panther activities were directed by or coming from the same source, it reflects poorly on FBI analysis and indicates why the FBI was extraordinarily incapable to understanding anything. Ironically, Rosenfeld glosses over this point. The author of Subversives may have made the same mistake as the Bureau.

One gross problem, Rosenfeld misstates dates and facts. The Moses Hall, Social Analysis 193X arrests, did not involve 1,500 students.(425) Arrested were two bus loads rolling out to the University of California campus at Santa Rita. January 30 is on page 434. On page 435 comes the sentence, “Dissatisfied, Sheriff Frank Madigan sent an angry letter to Reagan…accusing the chancellor of failing to control the protests.” What Rosenfeld deliberate fails to tell readers is that for four days from February 1 was the worst street rioting on campus and around Southside that had yet to be seen in Berkeley. Note, these were not “protests” as Rosenfeld euphemistically calls them. They were full-scale riots.
Today, in southeastern Nevada Cliven Bundy, a rancher has used against all government regulations, land owned by the United States government. Bundy was supposed to pay rent for grazing rights; those haven’t been paid for 20 years. In essence Bundy is ripping off public land for his private use.

It is good to see that Seth Rosenfeld believes Cliven Bundy is correct. I didn’t believe anyone sane would support Cliven’s position. In 1969 disparate persons in Berkeley took land owned by the University and called it Peoples Park. Reagan opposed that taking. Of course there were huge riots periodically over four years including one instigated by the student newspaper, The Daily Californian (May 1971). During the bombing of Hanoi and Haiphong (April 1972) rioters ripped down the fence surrounding the property and ever since [45 years] that large vacant lost, now with a restroom, is a good cradle for street-level crime activities.

Rosenfeld lends support to Peoples Park supporters and the peoples take-ver by looking at that event in Berkeley like it is isolated from everywhere else in the United States. It’s a world of magic and drugs, of the people and love, of the community and hope, of tranquility and peace. The angels are singing all the way along the road to Hell.

Rosenfeld hypes with no specific examples the FBI-Black Panther feuds while discussing Peoples Park:                        “Reagan linked Rector’s death to those of a janitor killed by a bomb blast at UC Santa Barbara and two men shot on the UCLA campus in the feud between the Black Panthers and the United States. It was unknown that the FBI was in the midst of a counterintelligence operation using false letters, offensive cartoons, and informers that was intended to foment violence between the rival Black Power groups – or, as one FBI official put it ‘to grant nature the opportunity to take her due course.’”

This is wrong. Rosenfeld fails to identify and print one “offensive” cartoon, or print one “false letter,” or any other FBI generated or influenced document. I know that the cartoon may exist; the lack of one is appalling. Letters, whether truthful or false, have to be read and understood. Rosenfeld’s failure to present one letter destroys his argument and the book. [Note that Dan Rather’s charge and production of a questionable photo-copied letter, destroyed his career. Rosenfeld has taken Rather’s action a step further, produced nothing and said in words understood in Berkeley: the FBI, a counterintelligence operation, Ronald Reagan…The Boogie man is out there.]

In Subversives Rosenfeld tells of his long, brave fight to get lots of FBI documents. What Rosenfeld does not do is piece together specificities from all the pages and present a smoking gun: These documents show (A) An FBI plan, (B) reliable persons were contacted and (C) these documents show preparations: X riots, Y violence and Z injuries happened. Conclusion: FBI benefits as a result of A, B and C.

Instead, in a note for page 468, Rosefeld cites:
“On the FBI’s COINTELPRO involving the Black Panthers and the United States, see Church, book III, 189-195. The report says, “Because of the milieu of violence in which members of the Panthers often moved we have been unable to establish
a direct link between any of the FBI’s specific efforts to promote violence and particular acts of violence that occurred. We have been able to establish beyond doubt, however, that high officials of the FBI desired to promote violent confrontations between BPP members and members of other groups, and that those officials condoned tactics calculated to achieve that end.” ibid, 189.”

There is no evidence. The note is empty. The FBI may have desired anything: Eternal life to J. Edgar Hoover. But that is not a fact; it is not evidence; it is not logically supported; no reason stands with it. This note would not be permitted as support in any discipline: Not in law, not in sociology, not in history, not in journalism.

That desire establishes the foundation for myth, religion, superstition and much of the thinking that goes on and lingers in Berkeley today: What happened to the glorious Sixties? Don’t look at facts, evidence, reason or logic. Berkeley has myths, superstition, boogiemen, devil evil-doers, Ronald Reagan and like-minded persons who caused the downfall of Berkeley as a university and as a town.

In Berkeley at War (1989) William Rorabaugh tells that Berkeley professors felt uneasy leaving work, papers, research and writing in their offices. They knew what had happened at Columbia – wholesale distribution of University files and destruction of others. Berkeley professors saw disclosure and destruction of files at Moses Hall (October 1968). They observed rioters on several occasions trying to overturn card catalogues in the Main Library, and knew of the one arson attempt on the library in March 1970. They observed great violence hitting university buildings in the Winter/Spring 1969 and Spring 1970. Academia was under fire. How many professors did not come to Berkeley? Rosenfeld’s Subversives discusses none of these issues.

!Is there any issue omitted from Rosenfeld’s book, that should be there? YES. It was important to every male older than eighteen. The Draft. Berkeley and Stanford cooperated making one of the best Draft Resistant organizations in the United States. It is surprising and lubricious that Rosenfeld would overlook an issue, an organization and its activities on a National Security issue, War, which involved student groups. Options:

If the FBI made no investigations of the Draft Resistant movement and had no files, that demonstrates again that the FBI did not know what it was doing, it had no ability to analyze, and its collection of paper was stupid and fruitless. Rosenfeld should have mentioned that. Or,

If Rosenfeld fell upon many Draft Resistant documents and decided to omit any discussion of the issue, what else is omitted from the text of Subversives? Or,

If the FBI were successful sabotaging Draft Resistance (doing everything Rosenfeld claimed the Bureau did), Rosenfeld may have had facts, evidence, proof demonstrating in this issue that the FBI was successful. However,
Perhaps Rosenfeld realized, cynically, when it came to politics, the FBI was a failure. He omitted giving examples on the Draft issue, and decided to pander to the superstitions, speculations, myths, boogiemen and the feelings and sensitivities of people in Berkeley.

If the FBI were successful sabotaging Draft Resistance (doing everything Rosenfeld claimed the Bureau did), Rosenfeld may have had facts, evidence, proof demonstrating in this issue that the FBI was successful. However,
Perhaps Rosenfeld realized, cynically when it came to politics, the FBI was a failure. Hence, Rosenfeld panders to the superstitions, speculations, myths, boogiemen and the feelings and sensitivities of people in Berkeley.

DOWNTON FORELORN

For three seasons I’ve enjoyed Downton Abbey. Characters have ebbed and flowed, matured and changed. Characters had resilience. But I didn’t watch the series when it was broadcast last winter. I DVRed it to watch it all at once. I began peeking earlier this month. It was disappointing, and it was difficult to watch (3 1/2 programs).

The immediate problem were character, development during and after an incident and consistency with that prior character. I’ve watched these persons for three seasons, and bought those DVD discs. In the development of any character are experiences which guide (control) and influence future actions. That can be anticipated, unless actions are out of character. Now those characters are using training wheels.

The audience never saw the after-marriage story of Lady Mary and Matthew, complete devotion and final love. They saw mostly, the social and business transactions surrounding that marriage. Mary had told Matthew she is neither powder-puff nor pure, unlike his previous flu-ridden finance. The audience should expect experiences in Seasons 1-3 to make Mary tougher and mature.

But Lady Mary mourning for six months, reclusive and shunning people. Lady Mary loved Matthew, but she has suffered loss before: The cousin on the Titanic, the Turkish gentleman, and the newspaper publisher. Remember also, Matthew was almost lost in the war, to wounds and to another woman.  Loss or near loss are not new to Mary.

Rape of Anna: That is an attack on the institution of Downton Abbey. No other person better than Anna should appreciate that. The Bates experience with its connivings and near execution of Bates has taught her the power and influence of that institution. Mrs. Hughes as head housekeeper should know that, and not follow the spontaneous reaction of a woman so traumatized. This was a very poor story point to raise this issue.

Tom and and Lady Grantham’s maid. We have learned that Tom has a good, progressive business mind. He can change things in this area of England. In Season Three he purports to love his daughter, but in Season Four? He seems to toss it away for quick convenience, sullying his own name and marring the memory of his wife. It is hard to believe.

Lady Edith: She has had no character development. She is the same pathetic Edith. Hanging out with the card-shark newspaper man who will become a German citizen so he can divorce and marry Edith, she is the most consistent character in the series, but she is not worth watching.

So Downton Abbey,  I can no longer watch further episodes. I’ll let the people drift inexpertly toward another war with Germany without me.

NOT ELEGANT AND BRILLIANT

In the Wall Steet Journal, September 6-7, 2014, is a book report of Beyond the First Draft, John Casey. In the review is a quote from Casey’s book” “There is an appreciation of the Irish essayist, Hubert Butler, whom Mr. Casey rightly calls, “one of the great under appreciated writers of the twentieth century…elegant and brilliant…”

Has Casey or the reviewer ever ready any of Hubert Butler’s essays or other works? It seems unlikely. Upon reading that evaluation, I searched for Butler’s books – more than 6,000,000 in the Los Angeles County System. There were none. Pasadena bought one (selected essays, I supposed the best). But given the quality of the words and thoughts, that purchase is forfeited. UCLA had four books, most in the library reserves, 7,000,000 books known as the SRLF.

Butler is a provincial writer who inherited the family estate and didn’t have to make money so scribbled for 70 years. There’s never a sentence that is not overstocked with words. Paragraphs somewhat stick on course but drift. And throughout, Butler writes about “I,” I, I, I, I. Not many writers do that. They camouflage themselves within their stories and essays and never use I. Writers realized that use of “I” reveals poor writing and distracted story telling. Writers know that the author’s opinion and personality will emerge from any well written novel, short story, tale, essay or criticism. Indeed, using “I” is a redundancy. The reader assumes already that I – writer – author wrote it.

Using I reveals the author has limitations, prejudices, biases, ignorance, blindnesses. Writers are not honest to tell the truth about themselves; immediately without candor there is routine, boredom and revelations of falsehood: I brushed my teeth; I dressed; I moved a trunk; I did the laundry. I ate breakfast. It is noon. An “I” author will not tell what happened what planned that morning: “I slipping on my butt while picking oranges for juice. The resulting back strain made trio-sex impossible. I couldn’t get into position for the best angle…”

Butler comes from that school of nonsense writers of this language requiring excavation and sometimes a backhoe to dig through sentences and a paragraph. In a “diary entry(?)”, he writes about Henry and Frances (1950) Butler quotes one sentence from a novel of Frances: “There is something extremely indelicate in professing a Passion for a virtuous Woman before we have undergone a sufficient Quarantine after the Contagion of an abandoned one, and Man in such a situation resembles a Centaur, half-humamn and half-brute.” Anyone who purports to understand this sentence and can explain it, send me $10.00.

In the sad end all is lost for Butler’s Henry and Frances: “But his marriage was still recent and wholly satisfying when Henry left Maidenhall. He must have felt that a turning point in this life had been reached and that a rather more solemn self-analysis than he had hitherto attempted should be undertaken. On leaving the house he made a will in favor of Frances and her infant son and wrote upon the wrapper the reasons for his marriage and his theological beliefs.”

This is not great storytelling. None of it is brilliant or elegant. It is doubly sad for readers of Henry and Frances who realized they were reading poorly written tripe usually found in tourist materials: “As for Maidenhall, it has not changed very much, it’s successive owners have always been poor and never had the money, to make many of the lavish improvements which were admired in Victorian times.”

Butler reveals obvious naiveté based upon ignorance common and accepted in Ireland to this day: “I believe passionately in Irish neutrality, not an ignoble one in Hitler’s War…” Irish sentiments were obvious when upon learning of Hitler’s death, the Irish Prime Minister signed the Condolence Book at the German Embassy in Dublin on May 4, 1945. In 1939 Britain offered Ireland the Six Counties [Northern Ireland] if Ireland would allow British use of Irish bases for the duration of World War Two. The identical offer was made after the Americans entered World War Two. Both times the Irish refused. It is no wonder the British resisted and over came the resistance during The Troubles 25-45 years later. (Crossing the Border and The Kagran Groupe discusses Irish sentiments. See also utter, foolish speculation about a German occupation of Ireland in The Invaders Wore Slippers.)

Butler writes magazine quality pieces about this place, that person, another trip, spontaneous comments about justifiably obscure persons, places and things. There is a lot of superficial, supercilious non-fictional impressions relying on conventional wisdoms, legends and myths. An essay at the end of this volume, Independent SpiritsButler write a feeble recounting of a meeting of PEN (1966), relying on glibness to relay aspirations and approval of the proceedings, but giving no indication that he understood, cogently any issue or the proceedings in whole. Compare an essay about PEN proceedings (circa 1945) by George Orwell, The Prevention of Literature.

MOVIE WRITING

Edmund Wilson rounded criticized Hollywood as “an intractable magnetic mountain which twists American fiction askew.” Wilson further complained about F. Scott Fitzgerald and Nathanael West: “Their failure to get the best out of their years may certainly be laid partly on Hollywood with its already appalling record of talent depraved and wasted.”

What is a screenplay? It is a play shot on film. It runs about 15,000 – 20,000 words which makes it the length of a short story. Indeed, a movie script generally has a protagonist who meets other humans (antagonists, supporting characters, dead people). It has the same limits as a short story. A single theme, a straightforward point of view. Done well a screenplay is an excellent piece of literature, and is sometimes better than its literary genesis.

Entertainment has its rules. There are rules for writing screenplays (more than using Movie-Writer Pro, or some other application). When Billy Wilder and Raymond Chandler collaborated on Double Indemnity, novelist Raymond Chandler did not like all the rules. In a later interview Wilder was complimentary about Chandler although he did not understand the rules.

There is considerable money to be made by anyone who can write short stories and also can write a screenplay. That money dwarfs money derives from books, essays, magazine articles and the world influenced by Edmund Wilson. Perhaps Wilson was feeling poor in his medium.

Is it necessary for a writer to live a “depraved and wasted” life in Hollywood? Fitzgerald arrived in Hollywood depraved and wasted. He had started those ways at Princeton. Nathanael West, being in California and good friend of Fitzgerald, wrote novels, but as his literary competitors demonstrated (Chandler and Hammett), drinking one’s self to death was not required. The movies did not drive anyone to die drunk anymore than the movies drove Eager Allen Poe to die a drunk’s death.

The scorn of Edmund Wilson that screenwriters have nothing to add to society and are overpaid comes from ignorance from someone who wrote no fiction of note and was deeply embedded in the New York literary club and the East Coast Establishment. Not every movie shows excellence, but used correctly movies can compete completely with books and periodic literature.

USED BOOKSTORE CLOSING

I was in Berkeley when used bookstores were closing. It was sad. A used bookstore reflects the background and general capacity of a community. For instance if one frequently finds popular modern bestseller fiction in a bookstore, it is easy to conclude the dumbness of the place: Big name authors selling glossy titles. The best place to find that crap is at bag sales – the last day of a library sale. Twenty books for a dollar, a nickel a piece.

Next comes series of books: Will Durant, Time-Life Books, captions next to pictures with a few pages of text. These books are found too often in used bookstores where they are overpriced. Like bestseller fiction they can also be found at the local library during bag sales at a nickel a piece.

Next comes books by journalists, writers, writers acting as scholars and politicians who churn out histories, commentaries and discussion of politics books without poor or incomplete analysis fueled by conventional wisdoms, commitment to the popular and publisher’s polls and filled with expressions of non-conviction. Hilary Clinton’s current book reveals it is written by a lawyer (not a compliment). It evades any strong sentiments, statements or decisions, except as a starting point: The author can flit from that point and fly. Books described in this category are nickel books.

In other areas – art, nature, environment, religion, sociology, sports, food, etc., are books similarly written books and each is filled with a nickel’s worth of words.

The death of a used bookstore is like the bag sale at the library. There is an overall poor quality of books and a great oversupply nickel books: For readers here who have never attended a library bag sale, a nickel book is one that might be read and get it out of the house. Nobody wants a library of Brian Williams, Bill O’Reilly, Al Sharpton and Chris Matthews. A library of books written by William L Shirer, Ernie Pyle and H.L. Mencken sounds much better, and also says something about the librarian or the homeowner.

Berkeley’s bookstores closed despite having books beyond the nickel parameters. There is no doubt that the community there has dumbed down. Maybe one-time readers would rather watch cartoons (animation), or play computer games. Reading anything challenging outside a field of expertise is less prized. The idea that any human being should have a core of knowledge and intellectual activities apart from day to day life, to use as a comfort or a resource during life, is coming foreign, unneeded, unusable clutter of the brain. The only existence human beings are expected to have is spontaneous, intuitive, reactive and catastrophic: Don’t anticipate the next disaster. Survive it.

One solution countering this human narrowness was books. Closing a bookstore no longer lets a human being browse, consider and find the unexpected. The most oblivious human being recognizes that browsing books in a library or a bookstore is different from mastering the TV remote or surfing the Internet. The advantages of the used bookstore over a library are old, unexpected books derived from the community and assembled to reflect the perspective of the store owner. A library is limited by its goals: Supply books that will be read in the community. Of course, garage and rummage sales and charity stores have books, but hundreds of trips may provide an instance of serendipity. 

In Berkeley stores closed differently. One store was losing its long-term lease and sold off inventory over six months. I bought Notes from the Underground and rolls of clear packing tape for 75 cents. Other closings came quickly: Half off, 70 percent off, last day bag sales. Stores with special works sold the first: Pamphlets of left-wing writers. But the remainders on the last days were mostly nickel books. Quality books that cost little were gone: Clement Eaton’s history of the Old South has a text with $100 but is frequently sold for less than $2.00.

Now out of Berkeley, I’m watching a local used bookstore close. The owner is elderly and declining. He was slow getting on the Internet. As happens with many in the book business, his inventory was poorly organized. Many times shelves were partly filled. And there were plenty of nickel books. At one time before the rescission he would give cash for used books. He next went to trade credit only. For a year that has stopped. Two weeks ago all books were 70 percent off; I bought three. I learned another problem he had. He had marked books up 400 percent. I could buy the books as cheaply from Bookfinder as from him, at 70 percent off. 

But the absence of that store and its collection, as imperfect as it was, will deprive this community of a place and resource of endeavor, friendship and intellectual stirring.

I’m unhappy not only about the bookstore closing, but also the quality and communication of the ideas herein. I don’t know how to improve it yet. 

COMMENTS ABOUT SIX MOVIES

Sarah’s Key: A French production about the round-up of Jews in Paris in July 1942, and the death of a Jewish family who lived at an apartment newly occupied (circa 2000)  by a journalist (Kriston Scott Thomas) who is investigating and writing an article about the round-up. It is an excellent movie.

JACK REACHER: Tom Cruise, Rosemund Pike. Cruise plays unlikeable tough guy, loner and good investigator, and Cruise fits the role well. The story doesn’t strain credulity much. Cruise uncovers murders/fraud by the bad guys. Without kissing Rosemund good-bye, Cruise leaves town on a bus. Only complaint: Night time car chases are horrible. Nobody can see what’s going on. 

Echelon: Never rent, never buy.

It’s the Rage: Poor movie about use or misuse of guns by Americans in the home or elsewhere. The first shooting incident, man kills business partner while partner is sneaking about his house at 4:00 a.m. That’s what wife and partner call discretion. Partner and man’s wife have been having an affair. I’d shoot the partner too, but I wouldn’t write a movie about it and adultery and try to make it into an anti-gun movie.

Scarlett Pimpernel: Richard Grant, Elizabeth McGovern. An attempt to update the rescue methods of original character and story. The Pimpernel’s French wife (McGovern) helps him in France. Actually, McGovern’s character impedes the work of her husband. She adds nothing, story or character wise, to each loosely dramatic, poorly written tale.

Lady of Burlesque: Barbara Stanwyck reprising part of her early career in show business cannot save this poor written movie: Murders in a theater where burlesque, the seedy side of entertainment, is on stage daily. There’s not enough performance time, some of which ought to feed into the murders. Stanwyck and male-comic have no character development; their dialogue is stale and trite. It is a disappointing movie, although the subject matter (and Stanwyck) had great possibilities. The movie can be remade, presenting a demanding role for a talented actress.

 

THE SCENESTERS

An excellent movie which reminded me in many ways without the production dollars of the movie Barcelona. It is likely the most costly scene location was a press conference at the Pasadena City Hall.

The first rate script compels the movie forward with off-beat dialogue and an odd story. What saves the script and the movie are the characters are true to the roles they’re playing. So a comic scene occurs when the “film producer” and “the writer/director,” both fresh from film school, physically fight. Of course, nobody is hurt.

The producer and writer/director are making a documentary of police investigations of murders in Los Angeles. At the second murder scene they stay after the police leave. (Police and crime scene units are second-rate.) The film people talk to the crime scene clean-up guy who has discovered clues: First victim is killed with a switchblade, and a CD of a local band, Switch, is in the room. Second vicim is killed with a bug bomb, and the CD of the local band, Toxic Air, is in the room. There are other clues which will make the film people rich and famous if they solve the murders.

Director and producer bring Clean-up Guy into the production, and the pursuit of the serial killer is on. The film makers are helped by the serial killer sending them DVRs, which reveal pre-murder activities. The Scenesters uses cliches: A victim is dressed as a witch at a Halloween Party: Dialogue: “The Witch is dead.” Clean-up guy confides in former girlfriend, now TV journalist; she betrays his confidence. A black guy claims to be the serial killer and want wants to cooperate with the production. Clean-up guy unmasks him, right handed rather than left handed; 90 percent of serial killers are white males. Black guy is an actor who wants the work whether is pays or not.

The movie ends before cliche use becomes too burdensome, overwhelming, uninventive and unfresh.

Other than it’s intrinsic worth, The Scenesters shows that entertaining well-made movies can be made for little money, by competent people who are mostly unknown. If entertainment was not so enamored with animation and special effects, movie makers could learn from The Scenesters.

SINISTER – movie review

In high concept terms Sinister is a cross between The Exorcist and Freddy, who’s still out murdering human beings.
Ethan Hawke, a non-fiction writer has limited abilities and no imagination. He has to write his next book about murder. For (inspiration?) he moves with his family into a house where its residents, a family of four, was hung in the backyard. The house was a murder scene. Presumably the police searched inside and out, but not perfectly. Easily found in the basement is a box of home movies, serial killing murders families for 55 years.
After discovering the films Hawke doesn’t give them to the cops. He decides to watch to improve his ability to write about murder? To solve the murders himself? Watching movies allows him to drink during the day. That is the extent of the writer’s imagination (other than wearing a Bennington College T-shirt). Is it the booze or is it real? Writer hears weird sounds running around the attic of the house. The police investigate and attribute the noises to squirrels. The source of the noise is more likely caused by squirrels running around the writer’s head.
[The number of crimes the writer commits while alive, are innumerable, overlooked and never addressed. Writer himself is unaware he is committing crimes by withholding and destroying evidence.]
The writer consults an academic expert who identifies a symbol appearing in the films as representing a sect or cult of early Christianity. The regular Christians of the earlier times marginalized those people, but the symbol carries on and will release all the bad things the sect/cult once did: Murder of children except a chosen favorite who lives in another world with a demon, symbol perpetuator. As things carry on writer and his family are killed by their ten year-old daughter. At film’s end she joins the other world.
Who done it? Writer burned all the films of 55 years of serial killings, leaving no means to get the guilty, providing for a sequel and giving no legacy to the writer. He won’t make the footnotes of history.
NOTE that Hawke doesn’t play a writer. He doesn’t read. He doesn’t do much that a writer does. He is sultry,defiant and unfriendly to the local cops. He does write post-it notes to himself, as though that is the means to write a long book. These activities don’t make the role convincing.
Sinister is an excellent movie for all the horror movie cliches. Errant noises, creepy, mysterious music, dark places, walking the house during the day and never open the curtains so it is always dark, using a small flashlight, etc. Writer goes upstairs when he hears a noise. Nobody is supposed to be in the house. More sounds from the attic. Writer walks and hallucinates, seeing something odd. Are the images real, a result of booze or caused by roids?
Writer can’t see much in the attic with the little flashlight. Does he do anything reasonable like go the store and get a BIG FLASHLIGHT? NO. He is very energy conservation conscious. He never turns on the lights at any time during the movie. Writer is spooked. He gets a big knife from the holder in the kitchen. [You’ve seen that on TV hundreds of times.] During another visit to the attic, he finds drawings meant to be his family? As he walks along in the attic he falls through the attic floor. The cops come but writer doesn’t tell about the films or other spooky things. During one search the darkness is explained: The power went out. No time does writer open the curtains. Writers wife wants to leave. He argues this is the best place to write. Slow as he is, Writer finally determines someone is after his family, the serial killer’s next victims. He hears noises at night and is alarmed, but he doesn’t wake up the family to say: “Let’s leave!”

HOMELAND

This uneven production reveals the misfits who are in charge of American Intelligence. RECOMMENDATION: Do not watch these episodes of fantasy and fancy glued together with cliches.

I approve of one event in Homeland. A tough looking Vice President of the United States with the qualities of Dick Chenny, on the cold side of Mercury.  and a blowhard, like Joe Biden, has a heart device. The Ultimate Bad Guy Terrorist gets the serial number and sends a message: Shut Down. The Vice President is a goner. I’ve seen this method of death in another TV show. 

However, other story points are possible. Man has new knees and a hip replacements. Suddenly the host of that equipment is running down the freeway at 75 miles per hour. CHP can’t catch him. This character will be the basis of a new franchise, a plot for a new type of machine movie/TV show. I hereby claim all copyrights, all trademarks and all trade secrets. My chief character with serial number access is an eight year old kid and his babe girlfriend. He’s doing everything on a Commodore 64. I will sell this high concept platform so everyone in Hollywood can understand: War Games for a younger crowd.

In Homeland main character Claire Danes is a CIA field operative. CIA field operatives are educated and trained to a set of skills which are not turned off, ever. In essence CIA field operatives are survivalists in which ever environment they find themselves. Claire Danes character has all the espionage skills found in a fresh faced journalist combined with a super model.

Episode 10 where I stopped watching, Claire Danes is kidnapped by the Ultimate Bad Guy Terrorist who just happens to be in the USA. He arrived unnoticed; bad things begin happening some of which have been interdicted; nobody can find the Ultimate Bad Guy Terrorist in and around Washington DC. Claire is driving and gets off the phone with her lover/adulterer/traitor/Marine/Congressman/boyfriend (Damien Lewis). She loves to her his voice, but the sex between them is strictly routine. Swooning and yearning Claire hangs up, and decides to change the radio channel. WAMO! Her car is broadsided on the passenger side by a truck.

Before the accident what does CIA Field Operative Claire know? Ultimate Bad Guy Terrorist is in Washington. Be on the look out.( BOLA) [Somebody may broadside my car and kidnap me because I’m in a TV show.]  How does Ultimate Bad Guy Terrorist know which car to broadside, and how does he set it up? (Details, details.) If Claire isn’t tied up (a woman in jeopardy) and her mouth isn’t taped, we’ll never see her big blue eyes.

A real coincidence developed for viewers who like the expected. Because Claire is kidnapped, Ultimate Bad Guy Terrorist threatens to kill her. If Lover/adulterer/traitor/Marine/Congressman/boyfriend does not supply him with the serial number of the device keeping the Vice President of the United States alive. He demands that Claire be released before he hands it over. She is released although any normal, well-balanced Ultimate Bad Guy Terrorist would kill her, she being the driving force in one agency that is on his ass. But Claire can’t be kllled because it would end the series at Episode 10. The serial number is supplied and the world is rid of the Vice President, a position James Madison labelled, “An unprofitable dignity.”

I killed the Vice President of the United States because of my love for Claire. Claire looked terrified. She is happier now that she is free. All the characters in this show are acting according to cliches, not inventively ordered. 

I can only withstand so many cliches. I’ve stopped watching.

No character is acting according to the roles: CIA Field Operative, Ultimate Bad Guy Terrorist, Senior Desk Jockey in the CIA, Manny Patinkin. Manny best role was in Criminal Minds. In Homeland he’s taking it easy, a wuss and whipped by a wife from India. In Episode 10 F. Murray Abraham eats breakfast while Manny P. talks to him. F. Murray dresses Manny P. down, You’re in the wrong business.

Finally, a character said something significant and truthful about one of the leads. If in fact Homeland depicts American Intelligence accurately, America is in trouble. The previous president liked to watch ESPN and play golf. The current guy likes to watch ESPN, play golf and attend fund raisers. Who’s in charge?