Saturday, October 29, 2011

Two Tomes from the Tomb of Terror!

For my fellow Halloween lovers, here's a look at two new editions of two classic tales of terror and the supernatural.


Dracula, the scion of every vampire story since its publication in 1897, is reprinted here by Intervisual Books.  There's no need for me to review Bram Stoker's novel itself: it is the standard to meet and beat.  It is the single best vampire novel ever written, even now, after 114 years of its unparallelled influence on popular culture.

So let's review this particular edition of Dracula.

As far as I'm concerned, each new edition of a classic should try to do something new, different and innovative.  Maybe one edition has a brand new introduction by a Dracula scholar, a vampirologist, or a writer of horror.   Maybe another has great interior illustrations or extremely cool cover art.  Since the book was written generations ago, maybe another edition could be heavily annotated to bring today's reader up to speed with the world of the Victorian era and fin de sicle London.

On the surface, this edition by Intervisual is beautiful.  From the small photo of the cover above, you can tell it's kind of cool, kind of sinister, maybe even a bit modern.  The hardcover binding is a black leatherette, which is always classy; and they've provided each copy with an embedded ribbon marker of scarlet satin.  Not bad.

Unfortunately, beyond the superficial beauty, this edition doesn't really offer anything original at all.  It's completely derivative of other editions -- and even of other, tangentially related sources.

The cover typeface, for instance, has been used in countless vampire books since the 1980s.  The introduction is basically a one-page biographical sketch of Bram Stoker, offering no insight into the man, or, especially, into his best work.

The cover art, at first glance, is certainly evocative.  At a distance, it looks appropriately sinister -- it's all shadows and swirls of smoke or blood.

Take a closer look.  Is Dracula bald, or is he wearing something cowl-like on the top half of his head?  Is that a cloak of darkness, or a very familiar black cape?  And the clasp holding the cape together . . .

Take a step back and look.  The artist didn't create a portrait of the lord of vampires.  He stole the comic book image of Batman, cut off the pointed ears, and put in a fang.  (And just one fang, at that.)  And the clasp?  It's Batman's insignia, in the same spot the shield is on his superheroic chest.

I don't believe the combination of Batman and Dracula is a coincidence -- Dracula is the original bat-man and anti-hero; and Batman is the anti-Dracula.

It's interesting, but this edition is for kids and teens, as far as I'm concerned.  Dracula fans should buy it only to complete their collection.  If you want the best and most illuminating versions of Dracula:




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Let us talk now of serious fear.  A story that has made grown men tremble long after the covers were shut, long after the credits flickered off the screen.


The Exorcist is a story sui generis.  It stands alone, and deservedly so.

William Peter Blatty had a hell of an idea: to take a newspaper article about a boy's "possession" in 1949 and rewrite it as a story taking place at the cusp of the 1970s.
(Does that sound familiar at all?  A few years later after The Exorcist, Stephen King would take Dracula and rewrite it, placing the setting in 1970s Maine, as 'Salem's Lot.)

As a novel, The Exorcist is not particularly literary, not exceptionally well-written, and many of the characterizations are quite thin.

What it is is a good story, told for impact in both literary, non-literary and dramatic fashion.  There are grammatical errors, made deliberately, in order to have impact with the audience.

I say all this because of a writing instructor I had at Old Dominion University.  Tony Ardizzone is a fine writer and a fine instructor of writing and English.  I learned a hell of a lot in the writing workshops I took with him, and he was primarily responsible for my understanding and 100% acceptance of non-rebuttal criticism.  I might explain that in a later post, but what I mean is, I accepted the classes' criticisms without argument, no matter what they said.  It's a hell of a way to figure out that, yes, your shit certainly can stink.

At some point while Tony Ardizzone was in college or grad school, they dissected The Exorcist in one of his writing classes, and skewered it.  I can understand this on one level: it was a non-literary bestseller, and bad writing deserved to be excoriated.

The other level, and the one I agree with: The Exorcist was a story, well-told, but not told in a literary fashion.  It was written as a story, structured to have impact on the reader, and even the language and the grammar (or the lack thereof) was constructed for maximum impact.  It was not meant as "literature."  It was a story told the way it needed to be told.

Wow.  That's a hell of an idea.  Break the rules to actually have an impact.  Follow the rules?  Less impact, but official acceptance.

Tony's literary-based college environment could not accept The Exorcist, and so crucified it.

Sorry, but a story is a story is a story.  The Exorcist is pure story, and it's powerful.  1973's  film version rightly distilled the finest elements of the novel into their purest, most visual forms.  The movie remains one of the very few films that are better than the novel upon which it was based.

This edition offers a polishing by the author, William Peter Blatty, and an original scene with a new character.  It doesn't add much, but it certainly is a nice touch, and I recommend you buy this and enjoy it immediately.  Then watch the movie again -- the enhanced version with the spider-crawling scene added in.

The sow is mine.

Love it.

Book.
Movie.


Monday, October 24, 2011

Occupy Richmond Needs to Look at the Local Media Giants


A too-true and fascinating article came out today over at the New York Times, and I urge you to read it because it explains in detail -- mostly via a glimpse into the inner workings of the Gannett Company -- how the CEOs and principals of our media interconglomeranationalcorporations are screwing their own companies, their loyal employees, and the overall state of journalism in order to rake in obscene bonuses and payouts, no matter who else is hurt.

The article may be about Gannett and Tribune, but it's also about ALL the media companies -- and even about our local, most notable Media Giant.  This piece from June 2011 is just the tip of the Richmond iceberg.  And this article, from just five days ago, shows how truly committed the bowties are to cutting costs -- at the expense and damnation of everyone and everything else.

Finally, some Wall Street dude, in "This Pig Might Fly," suggests buying stock in Richmond's Total Disgrace because the parent company is at such an incredible, all-time low.  I'm sure this paragraph must have had the bowties shitting in their executive wide-ass Pampers:
Horrific management and governance: MEG's management team is awful. CEO Marshall Morton has led MEG's overpaying acquisition spree in digital media, acquiring Blackdot and DealTaker in recent years. DealTaker recently suffered a big set back in February 2011 when Google altered its search algorithm. Since then, MEG is blowing money on consultants to help fix this issue but as of Q2 2011 has nothing to show for it except continuing declining sales and negative cash flow for this segment.
And people wonder why newspapers are failing.  Hmm.
 


Friday, October 21, 2011

Take a Good Look at the Last Trek

I've had it.

Seriously.  I have to draw the line somewhere, and this is it.

One of my guilty pleasures, along with cheesy '70s horror movies and comic book superheroes, has been Star Trek.  All things Star Trek.

I attended the 2nd ever Star Trek convention in NYC in 1974.


I saved all my magazines and comics and posters.


I read and collected all the books, from the first tv show adaptation --


-- to the first original Trek novel --


-- to the first original Trek novel (1981) after Star Trek: The Motion Picture was released in 1978 --


 -- to the 1979 limited edition of the movie's novelization, signed and numbered by Gene Roddenberry (although the real writer was Alan Dean Foster, uncredited).


In all that time, decades of Trekking, never ONCE have I loved a Star Trek novel.  Never once have I sat back and said, "Damn, that was a good book."

But I have, on occasion, kicked a Star Trek novel across the room because it was so bad.  And I have, in the past, told myself that I will never buy a Trek novel again because they are never any good.  They're not even fun any more.  The worst are tedious and dull.  The best are...tedious and dull, because there is no best.

But, because I'm innately optimistic, because I'm a born reader, and because I am a Trek guy in my soul, I have held out a hope, a glimmer of optimism, that a good novel would come along and surprise me.

I hereby, officially, pronounce that that sense of hope is dead, killed by phaser fire while wearing a classic red shirt.


A paperback just came out that gave me hope -- a story about the early years, classic Kirk, Spock and McCoy.  I read the first paragrahs and skimmed the first chapter...and I gave it a chance.

It toyed with me.  And now I hate it.  It tasks me, and vengeance will be mine.


I recommend A Choice of Catastrophes in order for anyone even remotely interested in either science fiction or Star Trek to read, read the whole thing, devour the brain-dead son of a bitch, and learn -- learn exactly how good science fiction and good Star Trek stories can be absolutely ruined by dull writing and by padding -- that is, stretching a story out interminably with the literary equivalent of bullshit.

I gave it a shot.  I read the whole damn, misbegotten thing.

And it has moved me.

This, I swear:  I WILL NEVER BUY A STAR TREK NOVEL EVER AGAIN.

Now, of course, if Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, Harlan Ellison, Neil Gaiman, Jack McDevitt or any single good writer were to write a Trek novel -- if you could reanimate the corpses of Hemingway and Steinbeck and Fitzgerald and Asimov and Burroughs and Heinlein and get their zombified husks behind a keyboard --

I WOULD NOT BUY IT.  Now, I might borrow it, get it from a library, or even steal the thing from Barnes & Noble after I rip the magnetic strip out, and then ask it to do it's magic on me; and if any of those writers were to write a Trek story, I can guarantee you it would fill your mind with the wonders and magic of a night sky in the spring, no moonlight, just a velvet drape of darkness filled with tiny pinpoints of light, around which circle an infinite number of worlds where people like us could be looking at our own little star, dreaming...

Pocket Books, do you understand?

You have screwed a Trek lover, a Trek loyalist, for the last time.  You have given us dreck, you have given us formula, you have given us endless exposition and mind-numbing, repetitive space opera that has no worth, no merit.

My phaser is on kill, and I'm aiming for the Trek shelves.

Star Trek novels must die!


Friday, October 14, 2011

The Official Dick Van Dyke Book

It is certainly appropriate that TV Land held a marathon of The Dick Van Dyke Show all last week -- October 3 was the 50th anniversary of the series premiere on CBS.  It's also appropriate that the show is now on at a regular time: 7:00 pm each weeknight.  It is also certainly appropriate  -- and much deserved -- that a new and revised edition of The Official Dick Van Dyke Show Book has been released in time to celebrate the show's golden anniversary.


This is a big anniversary -- seriously, in the short history of television and entertainment, this one show has influenced more people than I can imagine -- including myself -- and I suggest that you visit the blog of Mark Evanier, an L.A. writer, who not only loves The Dick Van Dyke Show, but understands how important it has been in the scheme of things.  His blog is here, and his recent Van Dyke-related sites are here and here.

This book is is the best and most comprehensive book that I wish every good tv show could have.  Twin Peaks deserves this treatment.  Hill Street Blues, M*A*S*H, Twilight Zone, The Avengers, Dark Shadows -- the best and the most-loved all deserve books as thorough and as sheer fun as this.  Author Vince Waldron has surpassed this book's previous incarnations, including in its contents the words to the show's theme song (written by Morey Amsterdam), a bittersweet account of the show's emotional final days, a comprehensive episode guide, and even a few paragraphs about the 2004 reunion show.

In short, this is the perfect book for the tv comedy geek in us all.  Get it here -- but not at Barnes & Noble . . . and I'll tell why in a later post.