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Arrival - No Zap-Gun Science Fiction
Saturday, November 19, 2016






A winged spark doth soar about—

A winged spark doth soar about—
I never met it near
For Lightning it is oft mistook
When nights are hot and sere—

Its twinkling Travels it pursues
Above the Haunts of men—
A speck of Rapture—first perceived
By feeling it is gone—
Rekindled by some action quaint
Emily Dickinson

I remember the evening sometime at the end of 1950 (because it was a hot Buenos Aires summer) going with my mother and father to the premiere of George Pal’s Destination Moon. We were at the cavernous but lovely Gran Rex cinema on Calle Corrientes. The film was in brilliant Technicolor.

I remember the evening a few months after Rosemary and I were married in 1968. We lived in an extremely narrow (no more than 15 feet wide apartment on Calle Estrasburgo in the Zona Rosa in Mexico City. The view from our window was the parking lot of a monstrous (but somehow lovely in its sparseness) latest technology movie theatre, Cine Latino. That evening we crossed the street and walked around the block to the Paseo de la Reforma to see the just released Stanley Kubrick film 2001-The Space Odyssey. It was my first experience with true surround sound.
By 1972 I had Acoustic Research AR-3As so I could listen to the low notes on the organ pedal of Richard Straus’s Also sprach Zarathustra

Last night, I will remember, going with my son-in-law Bruce Stewart and friend Paul Leisz to see Denis Villeneuve’s Arrival with Amy Adams and Jeremy Renner.

I do remember but not as much Christopher Nolan’s 2014 film Interstellar with Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, Bill Irwin, Ellen Burstyn and Michael Caine.

There is one minor, but very important, connection between Interstellar and Arrival. It’s the salient fact that both feature stunning red-haired actresses who happen to act very well.

Amy Adams

Jessica Chastain

What these four films have in common is the difference between that low brow Sigh-Fi and the more subtle and intelligent science fiction which at one time would have been called speculative science fiction. Even many of the episodes of the original Star Trek featured stuff that was more cerebral and less shot-em-up with the ray gun.

The fact that last night’s viewing of Arrival was in a room that was half full speaks to what I am writing about. The trailers featured  the soon-to be released in December Rogue One – A Star Wars Story and yet another (and I don’t care how good an actor Benedict Cumberbatch is or how startingly wonderful Tilda Swinton is when bald) in Dr. Strange.




For me the three best science fiction novels of all time are Arthur C. Clarke’s Childhood’s End (a plot with ancillary connections to Arrival) and Rendezvous with Rama and Olaf Stapledon’s Starmaker.

In Starmaker, written in 1937 when Europe was almost at war a depressed protagonist in England begins the novel:

One night when I had tasted bitterness I went on to the hill. Dark heather checked my feet. Below marched the suburban street lamps. Windows, their curtains drawn, were shut eyes, inwardly watching the lives of dreams. Beyond the sea’s level darkness a lighthouse pulsed. Overhead obscurity……I sat down on the heather. Overhead obscurity was now in full retreat. In its rear the freed population of the sky sprang out of hiding, star by star.



On every side the shadowy hills or the guessed, featureless sea extended beyond sight. But the hawk-flight of imagination followed them as they curved downward below the horizon. I perceived that I was on a little round grain of rock and metal, filmed with water and with air, whirling in sunlight and darkness. And on the skin of the little grain all the swarms of men, generation by generation, had lived in labour and blindness, with intermittent joy and intermittent lucidity of spirit. And all their history, with its folk-wanderings, its empires, its philosophies, its proud sciences, its social revolution, its increasing hunger for community, was but a flicker in one day of the lives of stars.



If one could know whether among that glittering host there were here and there other spirit-inhabited grains of rock and metal, whether man’s blundering search for wisdom and for love was a sole and insignificant tremor, or part of a universal movement!



Overhead obscurity was gone. From horizon to horizon the sky was an unbroken spread of stars. Two planets stared unwinking. The more obtrusive of the constellations asserted their individuality. Orion’s four-square shoulder and feet, his belt and sword, the Plough, the zigzag of Cassiopeia, the intimate Pleiades, all were dully patterned on the dark. The Milky Way, a vague hoop of light, spanned the sky.



Imagination completed what mere sight could not achieve. Looking down I seemed to see through a transparent planet, through heather and solid rock, through the buried grave-yards of vanished species, down through the through the molten flow of basalt, and on into the Earth’s core of iron; then on again, still seemingly downwards, through the southern strata to the southern ocean and lands, past the roots of gum trees and the feet of the inverted antipodeans, through their blue, sun-pierced awning of day, and out into the eternal night, where sun and stars are together. For there dizzyingly far below me, like fishes in the depth of a lake, lay the nether constellations. The two domes of the sky were fused into one hollow sphere, star-peopled, black even, beside the blinding sun. The young moon was a curve of incandescent wire. The completed hoop of the Milky Way encircled the universe.

And that man above soars into outer space and deep into other constellations without a starship, wormholes but just the power of his imagination.

What is interesting for me is that I first read this novel when it was published for the first time in Spanish in Buenos Aires in 1965. The introduction was by Jorge Luís Borges. The book’s title was the far more beautiful Hacedor de Estrellas. By strange coincidence Borges had published a book, one of my favourites el hacedor.


Inside Rama
Rendezvous with Rama is all about a huge structure/spaceship that parks near the sun. People from Earth send an expedition to explore it. They find an immense inside city without inhabitants. They learn a bit from what they observe. Then one day the ship moves and leaves the solar system. The people from earth figure out the ship is from far away and is going in another direction, far away. It parked to “gas up from the sun” and it (the invisible Ramans perhaps?) considered Earth and its people not important enough or advanced enough to bring into their cosmic consideration. This novel perhaps soars with an imagination of stuff but it brought me down as it convinced me that we perhaps take ourselves too seriously and overdo our importance. It is a sobering novel.

Childhood’s End is similar to Arrival in that large pods or ships park overhead in many spots of the world. `But it is different as it finishes with the end of the world in a cataclysmic explosion. The last man on earth chooses not to escape its destruction and escape with the beings of the pods.


Arrival has a far more positive approach to our future. What is best is that this is a science fiction film for women as the principal protagonist, Amy Adams does a splendid job. Who would have known that I have seen a film that I will see again, but this time with my wife?



Potato & Leek Soup - Not
Friday, November 18, 2016





It is impossible for me to prepare my French onion soup without associating it with four men. The first one was Raúl Guerrero Montemayor my mentor in Mexico City in the late 60s and until he died recently. The other three are author Len Deighton and actors Christopher Plummer and Michael Caine. In the 60s and until Deighton stopped writing his wonderful spy thrillers and WWII history books.

One of my fave films of all time is Sidney Furie’s 1965 The Ipcress File starring Len Deighton. In Deighton’s very good novel by the same name (far more sophisticated I my books than Ian Fleming’s). In the novel the principal protagonist is not named. For the film Michael Caine was given the name of Harry Palmer.

And why is Christopher Plummer in my above list? He turned down the role for the Ipcress File. The entry of Michael Caine is thus history (and a very good one!).

Back to Raúl Guerrero Montemayor who gave me Deighton’s lovely illustrated (by the author) Cookstrip Cook Book in 1968 as a wedding gift when I married my Canadian Rosemary Elizabeth Healey.

Cookery books

Deighton also wrote a series of cookery books, and wrote and drew a weekly strip cartoon-style illustrated cooking guide in London's The Observer newspaper – Len Deighton's Cookstrip. At least one of the strips is pinned up in Deighton's spy hero's kitchen in the 1965 film of his novel The IPCRESS File.

In 2014 The Observer announced that Deighton would create 12 new cookstrips to be printed every month in the Observer Food Magazine, starting in January 2015.

To exploit the success of Deighton's first four "Unnamed Hero" novels, he wrote Len Deighton's London Dossier (1967), a guide book to Swinging Sixties London with a "secret agent" theme – contributions from other writers are described as "surveillance reports".
Wikipedia


My favourite recipe from the book is his French onion soup. I have been making it to Deighton’s exact specifications for years.

Today Thursday (this blog will be up with tomorrow’s date) I finally modified Deighton’s French onion soup. Instead of onions I used leeks. I must report that the soup was sensational (to use the word so often used by my departed friend Sean Rossiter.)



Manrique - Detective Steven Prenzl & His Pepper Spray Gun
Thursday, November 17, 2016


Constable Steven Prenzl - Vancouver Police -Sex/Crimes - May 1986



Perhaps because I have managed to obey most civil laws my relationship with policemen, policewomen and police departments has been if sometimes not a happy one always a good one and I have been impressed by their sense of duty. Perhaps it has helped that I am a white man.

For me it all began sometime in the late 40s when I was around 8. My father, who was a journalist for the Buenos Aires Herald in Buenos Aires, had a frequent guest called Manrique. I never did ask my father if this was his first name or his last. But he was plainly a plain-clothes cop who had a shoulder holster. I was so impressed by it but never suspected that it was not until May of 1986 that I would eventually photograph a plain-clothes policeman showing that holster.

My experience with policeman in Argentina was slightly scary in 1954 when my mother took me to the police department in Buenos Aires to get my first passport. We were going to move to Mexico City. I did not kow then that because my mother had married a divorced man (and divorce was not recognized in Argentina) that she had her maiden’s name while I had my father’s. I had to bend the truth in answering questions if I were to be asked but luckily I wasn’t.

Back in Argentina in 1964 to do my obligatory military service ( I “won” the lottery and instead of 12 months in the army I got 24 in the navy). One of my nephews Georgito O’Reilly who was my age was in the army but his younger brother Ricardo decided to enlist in the police force. Then you could do that and you would get a higher pay (I received two dollars a month), 14 sure months with the police and better treatment. What was scary when I would watch Ricardo at the dinner table was that I knew he had a very short training period and there he was carrying a nasty .45. In fact in those years there were police blockades in Buenos Aires. If you were in a taxi you would be asked to get out by a young man (a police conscript) carrying a burp gun. Luckily I never did have any confrontation with any of those young men.

Back in Mexico where I was teaching at a Jesuit university called Universidad Iberoamericana there was a motorcycle policeman who would stop me at least once a year with a ,”High teach.” I caught one early that returning from my teaching I would empty my wallet and leave a small bill for the mordida (bribe). He would say I was speeding and if I wanted to contest the fact that he would take me to the police station. This is something you would avoid at all costs.

In 1975 before my wife, two children and I move to Vancouver I visited my friend Felipe Ferrer Junco (who worked for the Mexican Social Security Department as a lawyer) in Veracruz. He told me that before I left Mexico I needed at least to have a couple of drinks with him at a house of ill repute. This we did. While there I was eying a beautiful brunette dancing with a short man with big gun in his waste. Ferrer told me, “Don’t even look in his direction as he is the Veracruz Chief of Police.

In the early 90s I went back to Acapulco as I had convinced then Vancouver Magazine Editor that I could get access to the Chiefof the Federal Police of Acapulco as my friend Ferrer was the man in question.

This I did and I wrote a very interesting piece for the Vancouver Magazine. I wrote a blog about Ferrer here and here.

But that photograph of a plain clothes policeman with a shoulder holster was a cover article for Vancouver Magazine called Main Street Blues. I photographed a young policeman, a veteran policeman, a policewoman, a policeman with a dog, a mounted policeman and a policeman and his motorcycle. I became friends with Constable Steve Prenzl who was with Sex/Crimes. Years later we would meet once a year for tea downtown. By then he was a homicide cop. He dressed in a long Holt Renfrew camel hair coat and wore burgundy tassel shoes. One day he said, “Do you want to see my new gun?” He pulled a pepper spray.

Quite a few years later I photographed a policeman called Gil Pruder. He had written a book about drugs and how the police department was using the wrong tactics. The folks at Douglas & McIntyre afraid of being sued by the Vancouver Police Department pulled the book from printing. Soon after, Pruder was found dead. There were two conflicting accounts on how he had died. I smelled a rat but nothing came about it and no investigation was ever made.

My next almost pleasant relationship with the Vancouver Police happened one Christmas in the mid-2000s. A young man called me up and threatened to burn my house down and torture my daughters if I did not return to him pictures I had taken of his new girlfriend that he deemed pornographic. I called the police. They set up in my phone a number I had to press when Tony the Taliban (as he was called). In the end I told my predicament to a local big time hood and a week later the police told me that because I had good friends I no longer had a problem. I wrote about that here.

Since that unfortunate event my dealings with the Vancouver Police have shown me how competent they are and how I believe they should make more money.  I have had female policewomen in my Athlone home and now in my Kitsilano (because of a series of unfortunate events I am not at liberty to discuss here) and I have been impressed by their knowledge and their manners.

In one occasion believing the movies I have seen I went to the police station wanting to talk to the desk sargeant. That does not happen anymore!  You are told to go home and to call the non-emergency phone number. Action is swift and courteous.

I have seen a female policewoman wrestle one of my young relatives to the ground and read her her rights as she put on handcuffs. These policemen and policewomen are highly trained. They are experts in knowing how to defuse situations.

The only demerit that I can write about (and this is my personal opinion) was the firing of Kim Rossmo who went on to the United States where his revolutionary methods of crime profiling based on geographic mapping were amply appreciated.



Mistresse Mary, be you ficke?
Wednesday, November 16, 2016



Rosa 'Mary Magdalene' November 14 2016


Infidelity fays to Mary:

“Let me fele your poulfes, mistreffe Mary, be you ficke?

By my troth inas a good temper as any woman can be:

Your vaines are as full of blood, lufty and quicke,

In better taking truly I did you never fee.”
Steevens

The English Rose Rosa 'Mary Magdalene' is one of my fave roses that made the trip from the big house in Kerrisdale to our new little home in Kitsilano. In late spring and summer it has the intense scent of myrrh. The rose emerges pink and as it ages it fades to white. I like to think of that as the Mary Magdalene harlot who meets up with Christ. She is saved by Him from being stoned. She later washes His feet and dries them with her long hair. And she becomes pure, free of sin - a saint. True or not I love the idea. 

In late fall there is not enough sunlight to fade its pinkness. I believe that this bloom may be the last of all my roses for this year. I look forward to Mary Magdalene and the rest next year. 



     

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