December 10th, 2007

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The "V" key is missing from this compouter, and all the other letters are completely worn away.  This makes it hard for my because I have never learned to touch type.  Still, I managed to do a story called "Vignette" for John Klima's LOGORRHEA anthology, featuring stories inspired by  the winning words (i.e., the word SO TOUGH only one kid could spell it correctly) in the National Spelling Bee Championship.  I chose an easy word — vignette — because I had recently written something short (for me) and fragmentary, actually more of a transcript of a visit to my friends' island downeast two summers ago.  I wrote the story while I was there, with dialog etc. pretty much taken from life; not the way I usually write, but M. John Harrison sometimes works like this and I wanted to see if I could do it.  So sort of an experiment for me.  Here's the story in its entirety —

tp://evzine.blogspot.com/2007/12/logorrhea-vignette.html

Jeff Vandermeer produced a genuine tour-de-force for the anthology:  “Appoggiatura," a story incorporating 26 shorter stories, each based on one of the words used in the book.  There's a podcast of it and some other info on LOGORRHEA here —

Podcast: http://virtualantho.blogspot.com/2007/12/appoggiatura-part-19-vignette.html

http://evzine.blogspot.com/2007/12/logorrhea-as-told-through-appogiatura.html

http://www.logorrheabook.com

And here's the text of the section of Vandermeer's story that uses the word vignette

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There will be blood

There Will Be Blood, Paul Anderson’s adaptation of Upton Sinclair’s muckraking novel, Oil (shorn of most of its political matter), possesses the scope and gravitas of an epic yet proves in the end to have been something smaller and much more idiosyncratic: an intense portrait of man driven to separate himself from the rest of humankind. Anderson’s depiction of Daniel Plainview (Daniel Day-Lewis) stands with Welles’ Citizen Kane (a film it somewhat resembles) as one of the great character studies in the American cinema, and Day-Lewis’ enthralling performance deserves a much more prestigious award than any the Academy can give. Hard Eight, Anderson’s early film, announced the advent of a new cinematic voice, but thereafter I lost faith in him. His subsequent films were rife with immature, excessive flourishes--one had the sense that he felt he could do anything and it would be praised. It was as if he were showing off, waving his hand about in order to draw attention to himself. With Punchdrunk Love, it seemed he was attempting a different sort of movie, a mature work, but he was hamstrung by the limitations of his leading man, Adam Sandler. In There Will Be Blood he has rid himself of all such baggage, honed his story-telling to a nicety, refined his language into elegant, authentic period dialogue, and fashioned a movie that people will be watching and re-watching for decades.

The film opens with a visceral, nearly dialogue-free fifteen minutes that shows the arduous labor and dangers attendant upon wildcatting for oil in the late 19th century, yet even here we have a sense that there is something askew in Plainview’s drive for success, something false about his forthright manner and his displays of affection toward his infant son, H.W. We then jump forward thirteen years to 1911, to a point at which Plainview, accompanied by H.W. (Dillon Freasier), travels to New Boston, a settlement in the California desert, where he bilks the locals of their land and begins drilling the field that will make him wealthy. The drilling is dangerous. Accidents occur, people die, and H.W. is injured in a well explosion, losing his hearing as a result. Caring for a deaf child doesn’t suit Plainview’s style, and what he does to solve this problem is our first clear indication of the depth of the man’s iniquity.

During this long middle section, Anderson peels and picks away at the layers of Plainview’s personality, gradually exposing the sociopath beneath. “I hate most people,” he says at one point. “I want to earn enough money so I can get away from everyone.” But Plainview is more than a mere misanthrope, and he proves this by his casually malefic actions toward the people of New Boston, among whose number he finds his great enemy, the teenage evangelist Eli Sunday (Paul Dano), eldest son of one of the bilked families, a boy every bit as manipulative and false as Plainview himself. By slighting Eli, Plainview guarantees a vendetta and, eventually, Eli humiliates him publicly and coerces him to accept Christ and be baptized by means of withholding a vital lease that would allow him to build a pipeline to the Pacific. Into this situation comes a derelict (Kevin J. O’Connor) claiming to be Plainview’s brother--he tells him that their mother is dead. Grudgingly, Plainview takes him in and before long confides in him his true feelings about mankind. When he learns the man is not his brother, he is quick to exact his revenge. The movie’s final half-hour takes place in 1927, when Plainview, his goal of solitary wealth achieved, mad as a fly and living alone except for a manservant, is visited at his estate first by H.W. and then by Eli, events which build to the pictures’ stunning climax.

Robert Elswit’s camera lingers over the ramshackle buildings and scarred landscapes of the film, lending them a parched beauty, and the symphonic score, by Radiohead’s Jonny Greenway, effectively deepens the picture’s moods. The performances are uniformly strong, notably Kevin J. O’Conner’s pitiable conman and Paul Dano, who brings a combination of canniness and hysterical energy to the role of Eli. But it’s Daniel Day-Lewis’ embodiment of Plainview that commands the film. Delivering Anderson’s lines in an orotund tone that brings to mind John Huston’s evil tycoon in Chinatown, he projects an almost demonic presence that grows more pronounced throughout the two-and-a-half hours, and yet he appears, during the movie’s last scene, to collapse back into human form. I have no idea how he pulled off these extreme transformations, but I’m certain I witnessed the purest alchemy of an actor’s art. I watched the movie at a Writer’s Guild screening in New York. Usually after these gatherings the talk is of the screenplay, and there was some of that, for sure, with people remarking on the quality and precision of the dialogue; but the lion’s share of the conversation related to Day-Lewis’s performance. It takes a hell of an actor to make a roomful of writers give primacy to a performance over the written word. Daniel Day-Lewis proves in this film, if he has not done so before, that he is one hell of an actor.
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Ricard Powers art


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We've featured art from Wally Wood and Jack Gaughan recently. Here's a goodie from another of the great 20th-century cover-art geniuses, Richard Powers (no, not the fellow of the same name who's currently a literary novelist).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_M._Powers

You can get a sense of how prolific Powers was from this no-frills checklist of his art:

http://members.cox.net/sjrohde/rmp_faq.txt

This image is missing from the eye-popping Powers Compendium, accessible thru the Wikipedia entry, so I feel as if I'm restoring another historical brick to his reputation, which might be on slightly firmer ground than that of Gaughan and Wood. Still, he's hardly a household name any more.

Neither for that matter is author Harry Kurnitz, who nonetheless left us with the scripts for many enduring films.

http://www.answers.com/topic/harry-kurnitz?cat=entertainment

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0475823/

Posted by Paul DiFi.
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Digital Panorama

Surely you're familiar with the Dead Media Project once helmed by Bruce Sterling:

http://www.deadmedia.org/

A rough attempt to catalogue extinct tech, this fascinating cooperative effort turned up many bizarre platforms that once conveyed information to people, either in large groups or elites.

One dead medium that once had a widespread audience was the panorama:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panorama

Now, thanks to the efforts of Brown University, you can view one such panorama online in all its splendor.

Read the article from THE PROVIDENCE JOURNAL that tells the story of the digitizing effort here:

http://tinyurl.com/24b84g

Then visit the panorama here:

http://dl.lib.brown.edu/garibaldi/

Posted by Paul DiFi.

Bowl Pool

The last four or five years I've been running a pool for the holiday football bowl games. This year I don't have the time, so Sean Melican has taken over the chore. If you're interested in participating, pop over to my topic on the nightshade books discussion board and look for the bowl pool thread under the subject heading "college football" and follow the instructions. The prizes are books donated by whatever writers participate, and you can get quite a haul by winning.

Speaking of the bowls, allow me to vent briefly on the subject of the BCS, which has made a thorough travesty of the national championship. The old system, which was really no system at all, made for better match-ups in the major bowl games. This year the major games are all potential mismatches. The idea that the universities would lose money if a play-off were instituted is patently ludicrous. Anyway, if you follow the sport, think about this while you're watching USC depants Illinois...