Fictional Sinkholes

1. Grimpen Mire, The Hound of the Baskervilles, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
2. Peter’s Pot, Clouds of Witness, Dorothy L. Sayers
3. The Gulper, Gone-Away Lake, Elizabeth Enright
4. The snow sand (lightning sand, in the movie) of the Fire Swamp, The Princess Bride, S. Morgenstern (trans. William Goldman)
5. Blackberry Bog, Lassie and the Mystery at Blackberry Bog, Dorothea J. Snow

Any others?

On Conservatism

These days I seem to identify with the political left almost all the time. This is unusual for me. I don’t consider myself either a liberal or a conservative; what I am is a lapsed Ayn Rand guy who takes his positions without regard to labels. If you were to call me an independent I wouldn’t argue too hard with you.

As such you’d think it’d be pretty easy for the right to get me on side, but in fact the opposite has been the case; they’ve pushed me away. Conservatism as currently constituted strikes me as mean and stupid, and I can’t sign on with mean and stupid.

And it leads me to wonder. What is conservatism, exactly? I can think of two things it might be, but it’s impossible for anyone to authoritatively say which one is true because anyone who does is only revealing something about himself or herself.

A) Conservatism might be a political position that says that the status quo, whatever its problems, is worthy enough that it should only be changed slightly and carefully, because it’s a lot easier to make something worse by changing it than to make it better.

B) Conservatism might be a political position that says that society exists to concentrate all wealth and power in the hands of as few really rich people as possible, that any means necessary to accomplish this goal are acceptable, including all manner of outlandish lies and fantasies, and the more cruelties and indignities that can be piled on everyone else, the better.

Obviously if A is the truth, then it’s a perfectly normal kind of thing to think, and there will be plenty of cases when one might want to adopt a conservative viewpoint. Not all the time, of course. But sometimes.

And obviously if B is the truth, then we need to fight conservatism all the time in as many ways as we can, because it’s basically pure evil. And I don’t think B is the truth. I hope it isn’t. But look around.

On Little Willie John

It’s just possible that some of you out there aren’t fans of R&B music from the ’50s and early ’60s. I mean, I don’t know why you wouldn’t be, but I admit the possibility that you aren’t.

And if not, you probably haven’t heard of Little Willie John.

Little Willie John is the great forgotten R&B singer. In terms of talent, he was right up there with Sam Cooke and Jackie Wilson and… well, maybe not quite James Brown and Ray Charles; let’s not get crazy. But he got thrown in jail and eventually died there, and over the years his fame shrank rather than grew.

His most famous songs are “All Around the World” and “Fever”, and he had other great ones like “Need Your Love So Bad” and “Leave My Kitten Alone”, but my favourite is one that was used in the Lone Star* soundtrack, “My Love Is.” I like it because it’s quiet and simple, but gives the impression of being inexorable and even a bit ominous.

Anyway, I was recently reading Susan Whitall’s biography* of John, and one of the things I learned from it is that, before he died, John recorded one last album worth of material which wasn’t released for legal reasons… but that it’s now available on CD. (Nineteen Sixty Six: The David Axelrod & HB Barnum Sessions.) I ordered it, received it today, and have listened to it. And it’s awesome.

Seriously. I would have gotten it just for the sake of completeness; after all, they aren’t making any more new Little Willie John music these days. I’m not surprised I like it, but I am surprised at how good it is, and how different from his other stuff. It’s less R&B and more… more soul or blues, or both, or something. I wonder what he would have sounded like if he had survived into the 1970s.

* Recommended.

On Deadly Animals

Somehow we seem to have collected a trio of vicious killers when all we were looking for was regular house pets. Here’s the tally so far:

Mia (veteran dog):
– killed one rabbit in a fenced corner of our yard
– killed another rabbit while I was walking her through the park on a leash
– killed a mouse in the basement
– chomped a live crow while I was walking her on a leash; the crow only got away when I yanked on the leash
– again while on the leash, grabbed up a small dog that was on the end of his own leash, and was preparing to snap his neck when I intervened; the other dog owner was not at all impressed
– has had about five unsuccessful encounters with skunks; this item probably doesn’t belong on this list but I feel that it helps to illustrate the pattern of behaviour

Hannah (apprentice dog):
– has caught and killed at least one squirrel and possibly two; this brings the total number of squirrels I have ever heard of being caught and killed by dogs to one or possibly two

Webster (cat):
– caught and tormented the local chipmunk
– killed two mice in the basement
– made life hell for the baby rabbits in the vicinity of the house, stalking and catching them on multiple occasions

They all three of them are the most loyal and affectionate of pets. With us, they are. With all humans, really. With the rest of the animal kingdom, somewhat less so. I don’t remember this kind of thing going on with the dogs and cats I grew up with.*

Is it us?

* Well, with the dogs, anyway. I’m sure the cats accounted for their share of birds

Progress Report

For completely uninteresting yet real reasons, I missed quite a few days of writing recently. Got back on the horse this evening, though; I’m well into Chapter 17 now.

Anybody else read Jacqueline Carey? I’ve got the last book in her Naamah trilogy out from the library and had to reread a lot of stuff to remind myself what came before. I like her worldbuilding and her ability to put together some good intrigue and harrowing adventure, but she’s got one habit that’s starting to get on my nerves, which I will now demonstrate for you.

The realshort paragraph.

Oh well. If you read Carey, don’t just read the Kushiel stuff; she’s got a two-book series called “The Sundering” which is one of the neatest takes on Lord of the Rings I’ve struck.