I was abused by my own preacher.
I’m promoting this political essay on the eve of 9/11 because since 9/11 our nation has been on a path that is still very much influenced by that event, because the greatest threat to the US is still from within, in the battle for the hearts and minds of everyday Americans, and not from some foreign group or ideology.
When I was in my mid twenties, long before I began a career talking politics or making videos & film, there was one voice that seemed to say everything I was thinking. I’d tune in to 1110AM in Charlotte, NC every day at noon to hear the opening beat from “My City Was Gone” by The Pretenders, and Rush Limbaugh’s voice would boom through my | Read More »
Recommendation: Must Read
What I liked.
This is a personal story. One that explores the emotional turmoil that life’s challenges bring us. Darrow au Andromedus is an agent of change. A mole, a spy, a revolutionary, Darrow is innocence angered. Driven by anger, he finds torment in the wake created by his wrath, by his folly, by his force of will. In that wake, bystanders die; citizens, servants, slaves. His friends die, enemies are born, vengeance is carried out, blood feuds perpetuate, and duplicity devastates those who trust.
For Darrow, whose existence is a bold lie as an infiltrator of Gold society, cannot escape the irony that in order to find the truth that could create a better society, he must perpetuate the ultimate betrayal wrought by his dishonest manipulation. His friends do not know him, his true identity, nor his ultimate purpose: to destroy everything they believe in, and take the privilege they know to be their right.
We see the effect it has on Darrow because in him is not the sinister power hungry tyrant. We watch him wrestle more with the internal strife of how his actions cause others to suffer, than with the physical combat he engages in verses his external enemies personified. To a large extent this is a study in how lies can enslave those who perpetuate them as much as they control and manipulate those deceived. Honesty, loyalty, friendship, these are the themes given fair rendering by the author.
This is a personal story told about a public cause, for Darrow has been inspired by the actions of others. By Eo, by Ares, by Dancer, by Virginia, and perhaps most of all by Nero. The stakes could not be higher. His entire civilization, billions of lives, the future of generations, entire heritages, all hinge on who wins the struggle and at what cost. Passions run high right along with them. So as we read along we have the experience of some vicarious pleasure, without the risk to life, limb, and everyone dear to us.
What I didn’t like.
I did not enjoy seeing Darrow go through the emotional anguish that came with each dangerous liaison, each painful decision, each hurtful act. Perhaps I’m too sensitive. It is part of the story. It must be a reason why we say you have to take the good with the bad. Or should it be the bad with the good?
I found it hard to accept that Darrow would forget about Evey and Harmony so easily, because it goes against his character. I didn’t. The author apparently did. Along with the gift to Adrius.
What you should know.
Golden Son is part II of a trilogy and follows a few years after the conclusion of part I Red Rising. Read it before you read Golden Son. This is a balanced mixture of science fiction, suspense, war, and Shakespearean melodrama. In my opinion it bends the traditional attempts to pigeonhole it into just one genre per se. You wouldn’t enjoy this novel as much if you don’t find the fun in lines like this:
“If your heart beats like a drum,
and your leg’s a little wet,
it’s ’cause the Reaper’s come
to collect a little debt.”
Excerpt From: Brown, Pierce. “Golden Son.” Del Rey, 2015-07-07. iBooks.
Check out this book on the iBooks Store: https://itun.es/us/437DW.l
What I liked.
A visionary future with evolved humans creating civilzations on planets and moons in Earth’s solar system. A caste based class system of colored humans. The Gold class reigns at the top with intellect, fear, dominance, physical force, technology, and deception. The Red class populates the bottom with massive slave labor that sustains the wealth and power of the society. In between these two classes lies a myriad of colors whose genetic disposition and engineering match their respective roles in the hierarchy, from soldiers to law enforcers, entertainers, etc. This is a fairly well described and detailed conglomerate.
Within the grander tale are individual stories about well developed characters who struggle with the same issues we humans have for generations; love, hate, purpose, honor, dignity, pride, trust, selfish verses selfless, mercy, family, friendship. This is a shortlist. Not a simple story here.
The drama is engrossing, the characters are inspiring, their plights compelling. This book entertains on every level. It gives visceral justified violence while decrying the consequences to both the victors and the vanquished. It debates the alternatives with readers sharing the anguish inside conflicted protagonists. It gives, and it takes away. The passion runs high throughout the story and there are no lulls. The flawed main character Darrow is not your stereotypical reluctant hero. He is just a bit more than the everyman in us. We recognize his self doubts, his lack of ambition, his fear. We see him in all his human frailty accompanied by his unlimited potential.
Along Darrow’s journey we meet many a villain, those whom we at first classify and assume have but one dimension. When our first shallow impressions prove wrong, we are forced to rethink people we wrote off as wrong headed bad guys/girls. It is at this point when you can really begin to appreciate what Red Rising offers.
As a first book in a trilogy, there is payoff on every level. The climax is rewarding. The creation of a desire to read more is strong. The expectation that you will not be disappointed is high.
What I didn’t like.
The story begins slowly, without much buildup. The science fiction has some nice twists of future and near future technologies, particularly bioengineering. The depth of the technological descriptions are, shall I say, Star Wars light. I had an off and on again struggle with how some aspects of human history and development are abandoned at the expense of others. The strong storytelling overshadows various intermittent flaws.
What you should know.
This is one of the most gender balanced fiction offerings you will find. Women and men are intellectually and physically parallel. They are evenly represented in the telling. You can have Game of Thrones. I’ll take my political intrigue with fancy weaponry and high tech gadgets any day over the fantasy of magic. And horses too!
Recommendation: Must Read
What I Liked:
Stanger has a very easy writing style that calls to mind sitting with your best friend while they tell the most salacious tale they’d just had the pleasure of experiencing and can’t resist watching you react as they spin one shocking reveal after another. Very readable. He also knows how to wield humor. The dialogue is funny. The characters are funny. The situations are funny times three. That is a refreshing reward especially for readers who are looking for a good dose of humor. Quick is a likable main character. The Indiana Jones of sports memorabilia.
I appreciated the efficient writing style. You don’t get wasted wordy passages that cause you to want to skip or wonder what the writer was trying to accomplish. Stanger says what he means and means what he says. You are brought into the world of baseball with appropriate descriptions that move the story along, not an easy task. It’s one that causes more than a few authors to stumble, not Stanger.
What I didn’t like:
I confess that I am very much a baseball guy. So I can’t criticize the baseball and memorabilia laden story. My guess is that from an impartial or non baseball point of view you might not have any interest at all in the subject matter and therefore you wouldn’t enjoy the story. That is a guess. I could be wrong. If you are open to the idea, try a few chapters and see for yourself.
This is a wild story. The wilder it got, the less I liked it. Why? I found the baseball story interesting, the drug story not so much. I rarely read stories about drug crimes, and when I do it isn’t because of the subject. I did not think it added to the book so it didn’t seem necessary.
What you should know:
The Fungo Society is a group of retired Major League Baseball players. They have a relationship with a baseball memorabilia dealer named Jonathan Quick. Quick is a 30 something bachelor with a penchant for trysts with random women who gravitates towards dangerous encounters. This is a baseball story. Memorabilia is featured in detail throughout the story. There are good guys, bad guys, not so good guys and not so bad guys. Nobody takes themselves too seriously. Think of it as the jock’s version of cozy mystery.
Recommendation: A Maybe Read
Let’s look beyond the message of Star Trek and see where it finds us. First I’ll argue that this is an entertaining blockbuster with mediocre aspirations as a science fiction standard bearer. Will you enjoy it as time and money well spent? Yes. Will you think twice about it as you leave the theater? No. If you accept the premise of mediocrity then ask me, why need we look further?
My answer takes the form of a postulated question. Did you hear the message that mankind is its own worst enemy?
SPOILER ALERT GALORE
ICYMI: Idris Elba aka Krall embodies the role of the villain as a human, albeit one who’s enhanced far beyond mortal man. You might say he’s kind of a cross between Frankenstein’s monster and scifi Dracula. My complements to the script makers. There’s nothing like mining the best, most often copied material for another bite at the apple, or the neck, or the box office. With the dollars at stake (2013’s Into Darkness more than $450 million in revenue- Beyond budget ~$185 million) would you risk original work when you can trot out tried and true formula?
And when our esteemed thespian, see Beasts of No Nation, asks as to his motivation, director Justin Lin’s reply; why you’re a disgruntled employee! Talk about going postal. And Krall delivers the mail with a rare combination. Can you say spider and bee fetish? His base of operations is a planet surrounded by nebula where spaceships maroon while their crews become entangled in a web-like comatose state which he uses to extract from them what he needs. The product here is not honey but hate. His forces, however, do swarm like no hive you’d ever want to stumble across. The Federation is nonplussed to wield any technology that can withstand Krall’s weaponry.
Here I suggest is where the message digs it’s foundation. When we lift the lid on his coffin we discover Krall was heretofore our model citizen, warrior, officer and gentleman. What happened was that the Federation took the highly trained and experienced combat veteran and gave him a civilian job, having ended all wars and the need for his old ways. It has been thirteen years since numbered American soldiers have faced a two front war; one in Iraq and another in the minds of those afflicted with PTSD and other related issues. Whether or not American combat veterans have experienced being more prone to violence once returned home, the message on screen was clear. Captain Edison struggled with the loss of his military identity. He faced a consequence of being rewarded for his sacrifice and bravery with being lost in space. He was left behind. Forgotten. Edison was ultimately left for dead with little or no sign that his employers cared about either him, his subordinates, or his service. As time passed his mental state deteriorated, eventually creating the fertile soil from which Krall emerged.
The direct line conclusion from the path laid out by Beyond is that societies bare the risks associated with placing soldiers in harms way. The results could reveal themselves long after the damage has been done.
I, or shall I say the filmmakers, offer you more messages than these.
The story’s overall theme that is revisited throughout hammers home one mantra. Families and friends who commit to unite will strive together and reach their potential to overcome whatever obstacles arise.
The danger that often occurs is when we forget this belief and sabotage it through self destructive decisions. Chris Pine’s Kirk does just that when the unending, unconquerable, infinite space defeats his sense of adventure, his desire to be challenged, and his dream of achievement. The subject of his failure: purpose. Zachary Quinto’s Spock takes a different route to reach the same end. Grief, perhaps the strongest manifestation of what causes us to question ourselves, to the point we completely derail, is this half human’s Achilles heel as well. He chooses to abandon his celestial family to serve what he thinks is his ethnic responsibility to the fatherland, or what’s left of it.
The biggest reason why 13 films and 37 years of the Star Trek saga resonate with moviegoers is the bond that built the original Gene Roddenberry TV creation. Beyond is on target with this piece and Karl Urban’s McCoy delivers the glue gun. The series explored not outer space so much as it did the relationship between Kirk, Spock, and McCoy. Their journey through the ups and downs of complex and conflicted emotions had more to do with their survival than any technological techniques they mastered.
McCoy reminds Spock why they mean so much to each other and why it matters. When they bring that message back to Kirk, he takes his exercise of trust, inspiration, and leadership to another level seeing Uhura, Scott, Sulu and Chekov prove once again that their place is on the Enterprise and his home is with them.
This is the best part of the science fiction Beyond offers. There is nothing new here. That is the basis for my grade of C. Star Trek gets a pass from me because it is a production that keeps the genre alive though it falls short of advancing it. I hail science fiction because I see it as the best genre for bringing together the moral and ethical dilemmas within the human condition as they intersect with apocalyptic aspects of advanced technology. The more we role play these hypothetical scenarios the more time we will have to consider them before we have to deal with them in our reality. Are we ready to face global warming?
So I salute Star Trek Beyond. Beyond’s success bridges the gap between great science fiction movies of the past…Blade Runner, 12 Monkeys, The Matrix…and the next great scifi story which will take a rightful place in cinematic history. As for the Star Trek franchise I offer only these words: Live long and prosper.
What I liked.
The writing is top notch. An interesting story about interesting people told in a very interesting fashion. What more could one ask for? There are so many things to like about the main character Josie Tucker. This is an important aspect for me in most novels. It is paramount for me in the mystery genre. I have to care about the people involved if I’m going to spend any time with them. I need to care most about the protagonist if I’m going to identify with him or her. So I was all in with Josie.
What I didn’t like.
To say that Josie treats herself in a less than healthy way is a major understatement. This is a character flaw that defies the instinct of self preservation. I’d describe her as practicing the virtue of self denial like a Tibetan monk. She has the career planning of a compulsive gambler in Vegas, and combines that with the health maintenance planning of Evel Knievel. Let’s hope that her palm shows such a long lifeline that she’ll be around for many books to come.
What you should know.
Recommendation. A must read.
Both sides of my family migrated to Detroit in the first half of the 20th Century. Both of my parents were born there. It is the place where our history, our culture, our collective memory, the proof of our existence to the physical world emanates from. Some have left, many have died. Others have remained to witness the horror, the transformation of a great community.
There are newcomers, such as Liana, who’s home is here because of Write A House. Here is her blog about her experience in Detroit.
I now do most of my writing from an upstairs room that overlooks most of my street. The room is stark, with freshly painted white walls (Thanks Write A House crew), a wooden desk and an aluminum folding chair. I’ve kept it bare to minimize distraction and maximize output. I am easily distracted. I lose focus. I am not one of those writers who can write comfortably anywhere, at any time. To get a place of pure, magical focus and creativity, I have to expend so much energy. But even a minimally decorated, quiet room has not stopped my mind from wandering elsewhere.
“When children are surrounded by a culture that values and celebrates literacy, there is a greater chance that they will develop a habit and love of reading.”
by Dr. Cory Heyman
This week, I am participating in the 60th annual Comparative and International Education Society (CIES) Conference, an event that fosters discourse and debate within the international education community about solving the world’s education challenges. I undoubtedly know that we will spend much time listening to novel and innovative ideas presented in research and best practices that focus on the child such as educator-child interactions — and there will be many more crucial topics to ensuring high quality educational opportunities are provided to deserving children around the world.
It’s been 8 years since the epic Detective Comics based mega motion picture exploded into neighborhoods across this great land. Hardly seems like it. Yet the damage wrought by the creative carnage has spread like a malignant tumor into the very fabric of the American ethos. Spread to the degree that our political system sits precariously now, perched over a terminally ill cliff, with a diagnosis of death by self-inflicted gunshot wound.
Let me explain. When popular culture crowns a product with a tiara of success, it generally conveys some level of artistic achievement that transcends genre. Our addictive obsession with film and the cult of stardom which parasitically attaches to it pay homage to the idea that is espoused with the cliché ‘life imitates art’. So when $1 billion is earned in box office revenue alone, not to mention DVD/Blu-Ray and merchandising, consider that more clue than hint. When the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences changes its award eligibility criteria, take that as more coronation than concession. Multitudes of fanboys attending multiple theater viewings aside, both dinner debates in the homes of moguls and agent provocateurs, along with power lunches turned hushed lecture sessions in see and be seen west side eateries, speak to the level of penetration Filmmaker Christopher Nolan’s experiment had into the collective consciousness of Americana.
Hyperbole! You say. Allow me to add wax. What we have here is not a failure to communicate. Our society has done nothing less than exemplify a failure to educate, to motivate, to compete, to shake loose the bourgeois trappings of prosperity a priori obesity, to care enough about each other, our children and ourselves. And, for lack of a better phrase, to thrive. As a result our institutions begin to topple. Schools, private industry, the Congress, the White House, and SCOTUS, all frayed at the edges. Forget about apple pie. What happened to the foundation of our democrapitalism, organized labor? Ask a millennial to define pension. Don’t panic when you get a description of Orange is the New Black. Symptoms. Gotham City, USA has never looked so bad. There isn’t anyone left that matters apparently, who can compare current events with the 1930s or the 1860s. Are the recent 60s and 70s now thought of as the good old days? Great revisionist history, Batman!
Back to the Caped Crusader, as you were. Consider Bruce Wayne, with power nonpareil – as masked and armed – and financed the same. Does that bring to mind President Barack Obama? Then compare how our public is led to scorn the vigilante when he dares use his assets to do battle for the home team. Why, some want him prosecuted! Our hero. Don’t they realize his intentions are to act in the best interests of those he would protect? Metaphorically going halfway across the globe to rein in Wall Street villains in the persona of mob bagman Lau, he is thwarted by bosses Gambol, Sal Maroni, and the Chechen, when they take a contract out on him with The Joker himself, who we’ll call ISIS for arguments sake. Gambol aka public education, Maroni aka an intransigent Congress, and the Chechen aka the exodus of middle class wage careers, conspire against him to attack his Achilles heel, foreign policy.
While his attention is diverted by an old flame Rachel Dawes, none other than Hillary Clinton, he’s hit with one sucker punch after another; Benghazi, Libya, Syria, Egypt, Israel, the nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty negotiations with Iran. But who can blame him? Rachel has a new rival for her attention, Harvey, the real Donald J. Trump, Dent. He is the savior. The man with a plan. So easy, so easy, so easy, let me tell you. So quick, so quick, so quick. The Great White Hope, riding in on his white horse, is a stark contrast to our Black Knight. AND light minded PEOPLE BELIEVE HIM. Why he’s the legitimate offspring of E. F. Hutton and the most interesting man in the world.
But he’s not alone. Championing his cause as the true blue representative of the people is Coleman Reese, who follows the Joker’s lead and attempts to expose Batman for the fraud he is, not addressing the fact that we never learn anything about our Joker other than what he cares to share in his fable-like musings. Stunt doubles for Reese include the Sean Hannity lead Fox News Network, backed by the understudies Limbaugh and Coulter et al.
Smack in the middle of this standoff is The RNC or Gotham PD, helmed by Commissioner Gordon – Reince Priebus. Forced to carry the torch for Dent, Gordon, surrounded by corruption within the ranks, falls on his sword to save the convention ceremony and takes a bullet for the cause. Laid up, he is helpless to prevent Dent from revealing his two-faced nature long hidden beneath the surface. A latent xenophobic tendency which The Joker exposes with every hospital bombing and nightclub massacre. Yet Gordon’s fate is sealed when he makes a deal with the devil to perpetuate a lie so that the public is convinced of Dent’s integrity. Dent can’t be a fraud. Everyone knows the Batman is to blame. Don’t they?
In the end the Joker is defeated, and declared the loser. Or is he? At what cost to society was this victory purchased? Has the interim damage opened such a crack in the foundation that constructors will be forced to start over with new blueprints? Check back in November for the next episode titled: Doctor Strange. Pray to God that this time art imitates life.