Just Finished Reading The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie

The Mysterious Affair at Styles, which I just finished reading, was Agatha Christie's very first novel, published in 1921 and introducing her trademark sleuth, Belgian detective Hercule Poirot.  Set during World War I, here we see Poirot as a recently-arrived refugee from his home country.  Arthur Hastings, on leave at a rural estate from the war, finds himself in the middle of turmoil surrounding the highly suspicious death there of the owner, the wealthy widow of the original landholder.  It appears to be a poisoning, and Hastings witnesses some peculiarities about the behavior of the various residents and visitors on that fateful morning: the deceased's profligate second husband, her two stepsons, the oldest stepson's wife, a young woman residing there who works at a nearby hospital, the widow's personal friend...and a problematic physician who just so happens to be a renowned expert on poisons.  Hastings runs into his old friend Poirot and asks him to look into the case, which has attracted the attention of Scotland Yard.  What ensues is a procession of suspects, revealed clues, Poirot's enigmatic ideas and behavior, puzzling actions and speech among the principals...and a surprise ending: of course the Belgian detective had pretty much figured it all out early on.  Hastings serves as a Dr. Watson-like character who reacts to each new development as most people would, repeatedly setting himself up for correction by Poirot.  For someone's very first novel I thought The Mysterious Affair at Styles was brilliant...I'm thinking of going through the entire Poirot series of Christie novels...I've already read the second book, titled Murder on the Links,  as well as The Mystery of the Blue Train, Murder on the Orient Express, Death in the Clouds, and Sad Cypress: click on the titles to read my reviews...  

Weekly Short Stories: 1976 Science Fiction, Part 2

Below I discuss two more 1976 science fiction short stories from the anthology Donald A. Wollheim Presents The 1977 Annual World's Best SF, covering the editor's picks for the previous year.  I found today's selections special and appealing...I wish more of the listed stories were like them.  As far as 1976 was concerned personally, I ran my last running race in it (with dubious results) until 2008, and I became attached to studying foreign languages, including Chinese and Russian which I continue to pursue to this day...it was fun learning the Russian Cyrillic writing system that year.  In sports the Miami Dolphins had one of their two losing seasons (barely) during Don Shula's 35-year reign as their head coach...oh, to return to a semblance of that consistency of quality.  And the Yankees finally returned to the World Series after more than a decade's absence, only to be swept by the Cincinnati Reds.  Here are my reactions to those stories...

THE HERTFORD MANUSCRIPT by Richard Cowper

I loved the 1960 film adaptation of H.G. Wells' novel The Time Machine, starring Rod Taylor and Yvette Mimieux.  Cowper's story is a sequel to this classic and picks up where Wells' story ended: the time traveler, frustrated at the war-mongering world of his time and unbelieving friends, gets in his machine and disappears forever.  But where when did he go? In this story the author lays out an intriguing answer, as well as a lesson for us all in this time of pandemic when the masses resort to superstition, unfounded theories and scapegoating instead of following rational, science-based responses.  Very memorable tale, although I did feel a little discomfort at a different author adding to the work of a previous one...

NATURAL ADVANTAGE by Lester Del Rey

An intelligent spaceship of non-humans are dismayed on their long voyage to study an cloud of deadly anti-matter as it approaches a star with a planetary system when they discover intelligent life on the clouded third planet, indicated by the emitted radio signals.  When they finally meet up in space with a human delegation from Earth, they are dismayed with the humans' scientific and linguistic backwardness as well as doubting their capacity to develop the needed technology fast enough to avoid the impending cataclysm in time, only ten years ahead.  But humanity delivers a stunning surprise at the end to the frustrated would-be rescuers, highlighted by one of the greatest final lines I have ever read in any work of fiction...

Next week: more about sci-fi short stories from 1976...

Happy Anniversary, My Dear Melissa

Today I'd like to say HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to most definitely my "better half", my sweet wife of 35 years.  Melissa, with each succeeding year I only grow more in love with you...and the health trials I've experienced this summer have only brought us closer together.  Baby, you're the greatest!

Just Saying...From a January 1970 Newspaper Report

 

TRYING TO PREVENT INFLUENZA is the title to a caption appearing in the January 1st, 1970 edition of the Hollywood Sun-Tattler, distributed by United Press International.  The picture displays four London, England office workers at their typewriter stations, all wearing masks to prevent the spread of influenza during a serious epidemic at that time.  I've yet to come across any reports of mass uprisings of indignant citizens opposing masks in the name of their "liberty": I'll let you know if I do, but I doubt it...folks back then understood their RESPONSIBILITY to each other in the midst of a public health crisis. No, I don't know whether there were mask mandates imposed then, but maybe they didn't need to be if the populace had enough common sense to wear them in the first place...

Here is the text of the caption: "TRYING TO PREVENT INFLUENZA--London office workers wear masks in an effort to evade the current influenza epidemic that hit Britain and most of Europe.  Emergency influenza cases in London rose to their highest level in seven years.  Volunteer nurses stepped in to fill gaps in hospital staffs throughout the country as the number of cases climbed and doctors and nurses were among victims of the outbreak.".

Great Old TV Episodes...from The Twilight Zone

 

THE MIND AND THE MATTER, a second-season Twilight Zone episode that first aired in May of 1961 (I was four at the time and most definitely sound asleep that evening), stars legendary comedian Shelley Berman playing cranky, harassed office worker Archibald Beechcroft, who lives in the big city (presumably New York) and endures the daily oppression of...as he puts it..."people, people, people" crowding and jostling him about everywhere: the subway, elevators, cafeteria, office.  Finally reaching his work desk one morning, Beechcroft is greeted by his ever-ebullient young co-worker, who then proceeds to spill coffee all over him.  Later, at lunch in that crowded cafeteria, he gets his foiled meal from a vending machine and is hailed to a table with this same individual...who spills his drink all over him again, naturally.  But he has a book for him, titled The Mind and the Matter, and claims that a friend was able to mentally influence a store's customer into buying a specific piece of clothing after reading it.  "Chapter Three", he stresses to Beechcroft, and our stressed-out hero reluctantly accepts it.  Later, he gets deep into the book (see above) and tries its claim that mental concentration can change the world.  After successfully making his annoying landlady disappear, the next morning he completely empties the subway and his office of people.  Eventually becoming bored at that, he decides to make the world full of exact duplicates of himself, his cynical and complaining personality included.  When he gets a big dose of what he's really like, Beechcroft repents and, resigned, returns the world to its original state, after which his colleague comes into the office and spills more coffee on him...

Aside from the fact that to an extent I felt a certain kinship and sympathy to Archibald Beechcroft's antipathy about crowds, I thought his final decision to just give up and try to adapt to the world as it really is was a bit shortsighted.  When one learns to do something the first day, they don't take that limited time span and evaluate their effectiveness and then just quit if the early outcome doesn't measure up to expectations.  Instead they evaluate what went right and what went wrong, and adjust accordingly.  Had Archibald Beechcroft really been able to create his own universe simply by concentrating hard, he could have made it simply a bit less crowded and populated by those folks who, from his own experiences with them, he liked and respected.  But then again, the show's writers might have been making the point that he was a bit of a shallow thinker, anyway.  The Mind and the Matter was one of a handful of Twilight Zone episodes specifically designed to be funny and light-hearted.  Others that come to mind starred Carol Burnett, Orson Bean and Buster Keaton... 

Just Finished Reading A Runner's High by Dean Karnazes

A Runner's High, out just this past April, is the second Dean Karnazes book I've read among his several over the last fifteen years.  Back around 2010 I read (and reread) his excellent debut book on running titled Ultramarathon Man.  Karnazes has been an avid ultra-distance runner...not at the top of his sport in terms of finishing times but with a long, impressive record of very long runs.  But for me, never interested in running longer distances than marathons, his perspective on the sport...or maybe better to call it a lifestyle...resonated deeply with me enough back than to buy it on my Kindle.  "Karno", as he is often called by his buddies, has a very compelling and personal writing style.  He doesn't treat distance running by itself, but rather integrates it with his own personal life story and relationships.  There's a kind of duality here: on one hand, for him running is supremely a solitary endeavor befitting his own introverted nature...on the other his recollections are full of meaningful and sometimes life-changing interactions with others.  His first book delves into his childhood and earlier running years, while A Runner's High is more about recent years and how aging (Karnazes is now 59) has forced him into a reassessment of this activity, emphasizing now the experience more than ever over his previous competitive nature and goals.  He revisits the Western States 100, an exclusive race in mountainous California (limit: 369 entrants drawn by lottery), his initial experience running it recounted in Ultramarathon Man.  Coming back after some intervening years, he realizes, once upon the trail, that he is no longer in shape to finish it and has to struggle...along with some "tough" love from his son Nicholas and his parents and wife...to get back into the race after he had decided to drop out.  And family is a very big deal in A Runner's High.  I haven't read Dean Karnazes' other books on running and don't know how personal his writing is in them, but I enjoyed in the two books I've read so far in how he describes his philosophy of running and his experiences...not so much all the relational stuff.  One other thing about Karnazes and his running: a few years ago, an acquaintance of mine who was (and I believe still is) involved in marathon running would make a big deal about how during a race he never stopped running to walk as others do, many by deliberate design...as if this somehow made his own performance more legitimate.  Well, in the much longer races Karnazes engaged in, NOBODY ever ran the entire distance.  There would be aid stations interspersed along the route and racers would be required at times to stop and undergo inspections from a stationed medical authority to determine their fitness to continue.  There would be seats to sit in and rest...for as long as they wanted...and food and refreshments, as well as opportunities to change shoes and socks.  The runners usually had friends and/or family at some of these outposts ready to aid them during their breaks.  And during many of these events, the terrain at different times was either so steep-ascending, steep-descending, too rocky or muddy or involved crossing water...that running through these stages would be impossible and walking, climbing, and sometimes even crawling were the necessary actions...I don't think that dude would be sticking to his conceit very long about "running the whole race" were he to try out one of these longer ones.  As I mentioned earlier, I have no plans to run any ultramarathon races, although they've become much more widespread in recent years and quite a few are held each year in my state of Florida.  No, half-marathons are pretty much my upper limit now in distance.  And I have every intention of continuing to run them long after I turn 65 next month...

Quote of the Week...from Vincent van Gogh

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?                ---Vincent van Gogh

The other evening I was sitting there with the TV on Soundscapes, a Music Choice channel I like that's part of my cable service.  One of its cool features is an on-screen procession of inspiring quotes by famous people...the above one by the renowned nineteenth century Dutch artist stood out to me.  For he was right: trying new things can demand a great amount of courage, especially since failure is often a prominent part of that.  Change is growth...not changing is stagnation, withering, decay and death.  It's important to have a strong proactive element in my mental/emotional makeup that suggests, permits...and sometimes ultimately drives me to venture into fresh waters of new goals and endeavors.  Also, it helps from time to time to undergo an interruption...planned or not...in my daily routine of habits.  This gives me the opportunity to live away from some of the bad habits I've developed and point my life in a more healthful and productive direction...my recent surgery and recovery has served as such an interruption and has focused me on a number of areas that I am changing for the better.  And recovery from open heart surgery...not to mention making the decision to undergo it in the first place...definitely fits into the category of things attempted needing courage.  I am not well-versed in art...although I'm very familiar with van Gogh's beautiful, eerie  1889 painting The Starry Night, to which Don McLean paid tribute in his touching, sensitive 1972 song Vincent.  I do know that this great artist lived his life true to his own standards, bravely explored new frontiers in his craft...and suffered through debilitating mental illness while being unrecognized for his accomplishments until after his much too early death at age 37.  He's known for a lot of excellent quotes, but this one struck me personally in this season of my life...

Recently Saw the Movie Dances with Wolves

This past weekend Melissa and I decided to watch a movie at home together.  Being Netflix subscribers, we browsed through what was available and I noticed the 1990 movie Dances with Wolves.  Neither of us had seen it, and I knew it was critically acclaimed and won multiple Oscars, including Best Picture.  So in spite of the fact that it was listed as lasting for more than 3 hours, we settled down to watch it.  Kevin Costner starred in it, directing, co-producing and portraying the protagonist.  Adapted from the same-titled book by Michael Blake, Costner's character was that of Lt. John Dunbar of the United States (Union) Army, whose introductory scene in the Civil War has him lying in a medical tent with his injured foot about to be sawed off.  Somehow he manages to painfully put his boots back on and sneak away, but he realizes that he's liable to suffer a slow death from infection and decides impulsively at the start of a battle with entrenched Confederate soldiers to take a horse and ride to his death in front of their lines.  But miraculously none of the enemy soldiers' bullets find him, and his action spurs his own side to boldly attack, winning the confrontation and resulting in Dunbar getting the best medical treatment for his foot, a promotion in rank, decorations, and the choice of where his next assignment will be. Finished with the war, he chooses the westernmost outpost, deep in the northern Great Plains.  Eventually he is further assigned to a remote post in the middle of nowhere and which has been abandoned.  From here he faithfully performs his duties in solitude until he discovers he is not alone...there are Indians nearby, camped by the creek with many horses and tents.  And from here the story takes off about how this one soldier first confronts, then befriends...and finally joins the Sioux people, complete with buffalo hunts and a battle against their enemy, the Pawnee.  He also finds love among his adoptive people.  But Dunbar knows that the whites will be coming in great numbers here, led by his own Army...and the meeting of the two cultures can only go one way.  The movie's ending as expected is very climactic and I felt that both Blake the author and Costner the director and actor did a great job spinning a very compelling tale...no wonder it garnered those awards.  Still, I have some issues about it to discuss...

I remember, when Dances with Wolves first came out, from its description that it sounded an awful lot like the 1970 Dustin Hoffman film Little Big Man.  In fact, while the later story essentially was independent and stood well on its own, I kept noticing elements of the first movie that were incorporated into it...there seems to have been a lot of derivation going on.  Even the Pawnee Indians were depicted as thoroughly murderous and depraved in both movies.  Which brought me to another problem:  the Pawnee were shown to be collectively and individually bad while the Sioux were just wonderful in every way.  The white Union soldiers, when they finally arrived on the scene (except for Costner's character, of character), were dominated by cruelty, petty greed, fear, and bigotry.  Were these three groups really this distinctly categorizable?  I think not...I tend to believe, and you're free to disagree with me, that within different ethnicities of people there are both the good and the bad, and yes, sometimes the net effect of those different groups meeting one another will result in one becoming dominant, sadly at times even to the point of genocide.  But if I were a descendant of the Pawnee nation I'd really feel like my ancestors were getting a unfair, bad rap from these movies.  Nevertheless, I thought Dances with Wolves was great and Costner deserved all the accolades he received for it.  Still, it was a little difficult sitting through three hours of it...we decided halfway through to take a break and walk around the block...

Weekly Short Stories: 1976 Science Fiction, Part 1

Below I discuss the first three 1976 science fiction stories appearing in the anthology Donald A. Wollheim Presents The 1977 Annual World's Best SF, covering the editor's selections from the previous year.  1976 was the American Bicentennial Year with nationwide celebrations that summer.  It was also the first presidential election year I was old enough to vote in, picking peanut farmer/nuclear engineer/Playboy magazine interviewee Jimmy Carter over Gerald Ford, who apparently hadn't been aware that Poland was a puppet state of the Soviet Union at the time.  For me it was a more relaxed, introspective year...the last one I would ever spend living completely in South Florida.  Anyway, without further ado, here are my reactions to those stories... 

APPEARANCE OF LIFE by Brian W. Aldiss

A very complex and multi-layered story, a human of the distant future belonging to the Seeker class is exploring a galactic museum in the process of being built and stocked with exhibits...all inside a massive constructed belt ringing an uninhabitable planet placed there in great antiquity by a mysterious non-human race that preceded humanity in exploring and dominating our galaxy.  In it he finds two cubes containing holographic images and programs of the personalities and voices of a married couple...long dead from an earlier war...and places the cubes facing one another so that they can converse.  Doing this he discovers the meaning of life and everything...I said this was a very complex and multi-layered story! 

OVERDRAWN AT THE MEMORY BANK by John Varley

Stuck in exile within the Moon after an alien conquest of Earth drove away humanity, what's left of our dwindled race is virtually immortal, with people's memories and essences storable and transferable from one body to another.  A man decides to spend his vacation at an "inner-Moon" wildlife theme park and has his mind implanted within a lion to experience its way of life.  But his original body gets lost and to preserve him, his mind is placed within the master computer while the frantic search is on.  Another pretty complicated tale...you can't read through this one quickly...

THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS OF LIQUID FUEL by Michael G. Coney

In the future interstellar travel is commonplace and easy due to the advent of anti-gravity to propel spaceships.  A man remembers the old gigantic, primitive spaceships that ran on liquid fuel and, hearing that a nearby shipyard of them is slated to be demolished, visits the site and waxes nostalgic on his youth and his friend who shared his interest in the rockets...along with the eventual conflicts that would divide them. A bittersweet tale that kind of reminded me how Ray Bradbury wrote...

Next week I'll discuss more science fiction short stories from the year 1976...

Game of the Week: Tennis

I'm currently watching the first round of the U.S. Open tennis tournament on ESPN.  Tennis has always seemed much easier on television than it really is to play.  I learned to play tennis in my late teens in the early-to-mid 1970s and never played or practiced enough to achieve a reasonable level of competency in it.  I remember running mile after mile in after-school track practice in high school and then later going out to a nearby tennis court with my sister and, after practicing our serves a little, just volleying the ball back and forth to get better with our forehand and backhand swings...no matter how tiring the running had been just an hour or so earlier.  And simply hitting the ball back and forth over the net...no one keeping score...has always been how I've enjoyed "playing tennis".  Yet I remember taking an introductory tennis course at college in the summer of 1975 to fulfill some of my physical education requirements (back when colleges had physical education requirements).  I remember my teacher, who seemed like he thought he was a real cool badass dude, sneering at me with disgust as I "aced" my serving exam by meekly placing each one squarely in the correct place...with absolutely no force or spin on the ball.  Yet I knew how to get an "A" and got it...not that I was any better in it afterwards.  No, after a humiliating game in 1979 I played with a college friend from Brazil in which he thoroughly demolished me and thought no one could play that badly, I put away my racket and would subsequently use tennis balls to play fetch and keep-away with my dogs.  Yet I do enjoy watching tennis on television...with one exception. For some inexplicable reason (maybe they think they're intimidating their opponent), certain professional women players from Eastern Europe (like Maria Sharapova, Victoria Azarenka, and Simona Halep) have this extremely annoying habit of giving loud voice to their exhalations each time they hit the ball, resulting in a horrible sounding sequence of grunts and chirps with each volley. It's gotten so that not only to I automatically root against these players, but I also mute the sound to avoid hearing that crap.  Oh well, maybe some people think what they do is cool...you never know what makes someone think something's cool.  And in the late 1970s when I was making the transition from adolescence to adulthood, there were two activities that people overwhelmingly (but not me) thought were cool: disco dancing and tennis.  They've both declined over the years as participatory activities, but I've always enjoyed watching a good tennis match...and I think I'd better leave my opinion on disco unsaid...    

Jeopardy!'s Process for Selecting Permanent Host Foolish and Demeaning

Ever since I was a kid in the 1960s when Art Fleming hosted the popular quiz show Jeopardy!, I have enjoyed pitting my own prowess at getting the right "questions" to the different posed "answers" in diverse categories of knowledge against the three on-screen players.  I thought that Fleming did his job well guiding each episode and interacting with the contestants, but the idea of slavishly following him as some kind of superstar idol never occurred to me.  Not did it ever when Alex Trebek helped to resurrect the series' mass popularity from the 1980s until his tragic death from cancer last November.  In my book, it doesn't take much to host this show.  You need to possess some degree of literacy, as well as quickly learning how to pronounce some of the more challenging material presented in the answers, but I always assumed that both Fleming and Trebek would go over them with the writers before each taping anyway.  You need to display tactful humor and goodwill toward each contestant, as well as a healthy respect for the wide world of learning.  Jeopardy! hosts should not be shock jocks who titillate the viewing audience with sexual innuendo and vulgar attempts at humor as does the host of Family Feud (among sadly too many other game shows) but rather communicate a sense of decorum and attentive enthusiasm for the episode at hand.  You want to host Jeopardy!, do you? I really don't care what your political views are or whether you foolishly said offensive things on a podcast years earlier or posted a controversial tweet in a moment of foolishness.  I think the producers of Jeopardy!, following Trebek's sad departure, made a really dumb mistake by having a procession of guest hosts each week and making the new permanent replacement a farce with popularity surveys on the Internet listing who's hot and who's not.  As for me, with every episode I've seen of late...and that spans quite a number of different guest hosts...there hasn't been a single one in which the host didn't do a commendable job of carrying the show properly in the areas I've mentioned above.  I think it's kind of humiliating to lead on the different candidates like this, something I doubt that neither Art Fleming nor Alex Trebek would have stood for themselves.  And once a particular candidate seems to be favored, then there is a mad rush to delve back in their pasts to uncover dirty laundry about them...disgusting, as if anybody is so perfect as to judge others like this.  Just draw the name of the "winning" permanent host at random out of a hat from those candidates who've hosted it already and be done with it all, for crying out loud...

Great Old TV Episodes...from The Andy Griffith Show

 

ERNEST T. BASS JOINS THE ARMY, from the classic sixties TV comedy series The Andy Griffith Show, originally aired in October, 1963.  Set in the idyllic, fictional small town of Mayberry, North Carolina, this series featured Andy Griffith as Sheriff Andy Taylor and his sidekick Deputy Barney Fife, played by Don Knotts.  Since Mayberry was supposedly situated below the nearby Appalachians, several episodes featured mountain folk descending on the town with their peculiarities, like the Darling family...and Ernest T. Bass, a figure that Deputy Fife grew to simply refer to as "a nut".  In this episode, Bass comes down to Mayberry to enlist in the Army.  Being rejected, he blames Andy and goes about town throwing rocks through windows.  Finally arrested and thrown in the county jail, Barney, on duty at the time, leaves to go to the diner to get breakfast...next to him another man sits, face buried in a newspaper.  Barney turns to ask him something, the paper is lowered, and there is Ernest T., captured in the above picture...to me a classic comedy moment in the history of TV.  The mystery of Ernest T. Bass escaping from his locked jail cell as he pleases flummoxes and frustrates Andy and Barney...until Andy learns why this rascal wants to enlist: the solution is also a classic TV moment.  This episode is loaded with many funny scenes...Howard Morris plays Bass, who appeared in four other episodes.  Morris did not play starring roles in his career, but did appear in the much older Sid Caesar series, has been the voice of numerous characters in animation flicks, and tried his hand at directing.  But to me his crowning success will always be Ernest T. Bass, one of the funniest characters I ever saw: he's a nut!

Potentially Catastrophic Hurricane Ida Threatens Louisiana

For the past few days, meteorologists have been projecting that a tropical storm, named Ida, would form and pass from the northwest Caribbean Sea and through the western end of Cuba while achieving hurricane status.  Once it entered the Gulf of Mexico, the consensus opinion was that it would rapidly intensify from being in the warm Gulf waters while avoiding any substantial wind shear...and eventually hit the coast of eastern Louisiana as a Category 4 hurricane with maximum sustained winds of 130-140 mph.  This makes the heavily populated New Orleans-Baton Rouge region of the state a bulls-eye target, presenting the greatest threat to the area since Katrina in 2005 swept through, causing levee breaks and sending New Orleans...situated under sea level...into a catastrophic state of flooding and causing many deaths and much suffering.  I'm writing this a little past 8 pm EDT, and this hour's advisory has the storm temporarily holding at a Category 2 level with 105 max. sustained winds and the barometric pressure...an indicator of a hurricane's true intensity...dropping from 976 to 969 millibars: much intensification expected in the next few hours.  The eye of Ida is expected to make landfall tomorrow morning, but tropical force winds and heavy rainfall will be making their way inland during the night...the one saving grace in all of this is that the storm is traveling along its course relatively rapid.  Louisiana isn't the only area seriously affected: virtually the entire state of Mississippi is threatened by flash flooding, and western Tennessee and Kentucky are also on severe weather alert.  The Weather Channel...I love these guys...have their meteorologist personalities stationed in place, reporting live from various targeted locales in the area: my television is locked on it (until I go to sleep later, that is).   My prayers are with the many people of these region for their lives, health and property in the hours and days to come...

*****

The next day: Ida made landfall early in the afternoon, with maximum sustained winds of 150 mph.  Unfortunately, this extremely intense hurricane has slowed down with its forward motion, at this writing to 10 mph...bad news for the residents of the area concerned about both high winds and flooding... 

Quote of the Week...from John Quincy Adams

Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish.

                                                                     ---John Quincy Adams

This current season in my life, the summer of 2021, has been an intensive training session in the arts of patience and perseverance.  In late June I made the decision to go ahead with my thoracic surgeon's strong recommendation to get my defective heart valve replaced and my aortic aneurism repaired, a procedure requiring open heart surgery...complete with taking apart the sternum and fusing it back together afterwards.  As such, it has been for me a long, long rocky road of triumphs and setbacks as I make my slow recovery and strive to return to my previously active lifestyle.  I had to be patient and persevere with being in the hospital's intensive care unit following surgery a little longer than planned due to a complication and then on the general floor, also a lengthier stay.  During this time I've had to faithfully endure extended limits on my mobility and drug-induced negative effects on my bodily functions, which included during my entire hospital stay absolutely no appetite whatsoever.  Upon final discharge, I have been homebound and limited in what I can do, being on "sternal precautions", designed to limit my arms, lifting, and upper body motion to protect my refusing rib cage...it is set to end on September 9th, after which I can begin to recover that use of my body...again in a slow, methodical manner.  I've also had to patiently deal with a-fib, fluid retention in my chest and pain as the medical authorities responsible for my care carefully adjust my post-op medications and procedures.  Early on after the operation I felt discouraged and demoralized, but kept up with whatever requests that were made upon me in as positive a spirit as possible.  Now, six weeks after surgery, I have made a great deal of progress: while living and struggling through it all, minute by minute, day by day, it seemed to last forever, the more I look back on where I was I am increasingly astounded by how relatively brief a time I have spent in this state.  There's more recovery to come, but I am glad I kept the faith and plodded on through the most trying times.  But patience and perseverance remain the watchwords here, and as one of my favorite U.S. presidents, John Quincy Adams, has said, they will lead to the conquering of my difficulties and obstacles...                                                

The Great Charlie Watts, 1941-2021

I was saddened to hear about the recent passing of Charlie Watts, the acclaimed drummer for the Rolling Stones all these years.  He was 80.  Charlie was, at I see it, a stabilizing element for the band who refused to take sides in his bandmates' squabbles while always conducting himself in public with dignity and grace.  He was dedicated to his craft and humble enough to recognize his own limitations.  He was born in 1941, which brings to my mind all those bands back in the mid-1960s like the Stones and Beatles: they're all getting old...the ones who are still left, that is.  Watts' bandmates Bill Wyman, Mick Jagger, and Keith Richards were born in 1936, 1943, and 1943 respectively...Ringo Starr entered the world in 1940 and Paul McCartney in 1942.  It's going to be a sad time when all these great musicians of my childhood are gone...of course, over the last few years I've had to hear of the deaths of various artists I've followed: when you love many you also mourn many.  As for Charlie Watts, in an industry loaded with prima donnas and excessive living, here we had someone who kept to his own standards while respecting and working with others with vastly different lifestyles and attitudes: what a class act...

Weekly Short Stories: 1975 Science Fiction, Part 4

Below are my reactions to the final four stories appearing in the book Donald A. Wollheim Presents The 1976 Annual World's Best SF, displaying the editor's selection of 1975's finest science fiction.  In less than a three week span of September, 1975 there were two separate attempts on President Gerald Ford's life, September 5th by Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme in Sacramento and Sara Jane Moore on the 22nd in San Francisco.  Neither was able to hit their target...yet it was only a gun loading mistake by Fromme and a heroic bystander stopping Moore that prevented yet another tragic assassination...a scary time in our history.  And now here are my reviews for those four sci-fi tales...

CHILD OF ALL AGES by P.J. Plauger

This story strongly reminds me of the old Twilight Zone episode Long Live Walter Jameson.  In each, the protagonist is an individual who has achieved immortality and lived through much of our history.  In Plauger's version it's a "14" year-old girl who just got in trouble for arguing with her history teacher about the Industrial Revolution in England...and she knows about it firsthand.  But Melissa knows she cannot reveal the truth, not even to her loving adoptive parents: she is 2,400 years old and soon realizes that it is time to move on...

HELBENT 4 by Stephen Robinett

A space war machine, Helbent 4, who which happens to be the first"person" narrator, has been sent from Earth with its fleet to battle and destroy the alien enemy (our hero calls them "Spacethings") amassing many light-years distant. After the victorious battle that lasts a tiny fraction of a second, Helbent 4 discovers itself to be the only "survivor" of the machine-run war and returns to Earth to receive further instructions...only this is a different Earth, one that sees this marvel of technology as the enemy.  I loved the colorful language of Helbent 4, a tragic figure in the end...

THE PROTOCALS OF THE ELDERS OF BRITAIN by John Brunner

A team of four experts working for a computer company with an exclusive contract with the government gets sent far below to try and debug one of their products.  It seems that the highly secretive officials cannot access their messages due to some sort of programming error.  Desmond Williams manages to get the communications decoded, and what he discovers is very enlightening...or disillusioning, depending on one's point of view.  From 2021's persepective, I didn't see anything particularly surprising, sad to say... 

THE CUSTODIANS by Richard Cowper

This is a tale about mysterious locations on Earth that allow someone there to see into the future, and how a tradition of prophecies passed from one "custodian" to the next within a remote German monastery.  The current custodian of the secret room knows what's coming, but withholds believing completely...until his successor arrives and fulfills another prophecy.  I thought this would be a great Twilight Zone episode...

Next week I begin my look at the year 1976 in the realm of short science fiction...

Game of the Week: Chess

When I was a kid we often played checkers, but never chess.  Chess to me was always this kind of advanced game that tested the players' intelligence.  In high school some of my classmates would spend their lunch hour and breaks playing chess with each other, but other than just learning enough of the rules to be able to follow it at a primitive level, I steered clear of the game.  Still, I have a few observations about it.  I'm always impressed when a game is going on and one of the players moves a piece and says something like "checkmate in 5 moves".  To me, each turn in chess is like a brand-new game: you may think that you have an intricate strategy at one time, but then your opponent moves their piece and everything is upset, and you have to start all over with your strategy the next move.  I'm very impressed by those who have learned to play the game at a level of competency, but I also know that success in chess doesn't necessarily mean you're smart in everything...just in playing chess.  When I turned 60 a few years back, I qualified to become a member of the local seniors recreation center just down the road, a mile from my home.  But even knowing that every Wednesday they had a chess group and were open to beginners, I have never taken advantage of the opportunity to go there and see what happens.  But who knows, once this Covid crap dies down I may just try it out...

The Recent "We Love NYC" Concert in Central Park

Saturday evening there was a big, open concert...open for those vaccinated against Covid, that is...in Central Park, New York.  Dubbed the "We Love NYC" concert, CNN for weeks touted it extensively, even toward the end showing an ongoing countdown to its beginning.  I get how it formed: New York City for weeks in the spring of 2020 was the pandemic's epicenter in America, and now that it seemed to be winding down, this mega-concert was intended to put some closure to it all, a "victory lap" of sorts.  Only problem was the Delta variant sweeping through the country, causing once again ICU beds to fill up...this time almost exclusively with patients refusing the readily-available and effective Covid vaccine.  So in essence this concert was a celebration of the vaccinated, but not of the disease's decline.  As the days approached the concert it also became apparent that a tropical storm, Henri, was going to threaten the region and cause bands of heavy storms to sweep through the area.  Yet New York City mayor Bill de Blasio insisted the concert go on at the scheduled time.  The result: halfway through the evening, a strong storm swept through the area sending the thousands of live spectators to flee for cover, with the remaining performers put in a state of limbo after mixed signals of the concert only being delayed a couple of hours, and those at CNN...which was broadcasting it all live...to struggle to fill in the empty air time.  But the storm did not relent and the concert was cancelled, leaving scheduled acts like Bruce Springsteen, Patti Smith, Paul Simon and the Killers off the stage.  No, I didn't watch the first half of the concert, but from what I've read about it, everybody seemed to be having a good time.  Until the storm struck, that is.  Well, maybe this was Mother Nature's way of saying, "Don't declare victory until the game is over!"...

Great Old TV Episodes...from Batman

Early in 1966 ABC began airing the series Batman, starring Adam West as the caped avenger and Bert Ward as his teen-age sidekick.  I was nine at the time and didn't pick up on the fact that this series was loaded with tongue-in-cheek comedy, instead focusing on the adventures of the caped crusaders as they fought various criminal masterminds in Gotham City.  Each weekly story was split into two half-hour episodes, with the announcer at the end of the first one (always with Batman and Robin in dire danger) reminding the audience to stay tuned to the "same Bat-time, same Bat-channel".  Since at the time I seemed to have this thing for long-haired blondes, I suppose it was inevitable that I would fall for the series' chief female villain: Catwoman, played by Julie Newmar (of My Living Doll fame).  The first Catwoman story was aired in March of '66 with the episodes titled The Purr-fect Crime and Better Luck Next Time.  Normally I'd be rooting for Batman and Robin to defeat the bad guys, but never with Catwoman...but since I knew the "good guys" would prevail at the end it got to be a bit depressing to watch all the Catwoman episodes knowing she'd end up losing.  I remember at the time being an avid Batman trading card collector, and enjoyed borrowing a friend's Batman books to read...my favorite one, naturally, focused on Catwoman and her alter ego, Selena Kyle.  Later in the series Newmar left Batman for the movies and Eartha Kitt was hired to play her role, but by then my age had caught up with me and I had lost interest in the series.  A few years ago there was a critically-panned movie titled Catwoman starring Halle Berry...to this day I consider it as one of my favorites while just about everyone else on the planet thinks it sucked...

Still Recovering Gradually at Home from Surgery

I continue to "shelter in place" as I recover from my July surgery.  On the second day after my operation all hell seemed to break loose about Covid-19, with its Delta variant spreading explosively among the unmasked and unvaccinated population.  I was informed, while lying in my ICU bed, that the visitation policy was changed and that I could name exactly two people who would be permitted to visit me in my room...any others would have to stay in the waiting area until I could be eventually wheeled out to see them.  All throughout my two-week stay in the hospital news kept growing of the disease's resurgence...the day after I was finally discharged, it was announced by UF Health that they were indefinitely postponing elective surgeries in order to ensure ICU beds for the dramatically rising Covid cases...that would no doubt have included my own surgery had it been scheduled just a little later.  And now here I am, some three weeks later, and there's no sign of abatement in the infection and death numbers.  But at least I'm getting better...but it looks like I'm back to mask-wearing in public once I am again able to venture forth into this disease-ridden world.  Because my rib cage was separated for my open heart surgery to replace a defective aortic valve and repair an aortic aneurism, my recuperation has centered around the re-fused sternum area growing back together while preventing water buildup within my chest. Also, following surgery my heart twice went into a-fib (no regular sinus heart rhythm), but a procedure called Cardioversion restored normal beating which I have maintained since.  I am looking forward to a full recovery and getting back to work. A physical therapist has been visiting twice a week and helping me, both to exercise those parts of my body that are safe to exercise, and to take it easy on those parts that are still vulnerable...my walking has dramatically improved. But I don't know what to make of this coronavirus resurgence, except for the fact that it was completely preventable if more people had simply worn a mask in public and gotten vaccinated...oh, the folly of the prideful...