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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 12/20/91 -- Vol. 10, No. 25


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

       Unless otherwise stated, all meetings are on Wednesdays at noon.
            LZ meetings are in LZ 2R-158.  MT meetings are in the cafeteria.

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       01/08/92  LZ: EXPECTING SOMEONE TALLER by Tom Holt (Operatic SF)
       01/29/92  LZ: A CLOCKWORK ORANGE by Anthony Burgess (Dystopias)

         _D_A_T_E                    _E_X_T_E_R_N_A_L _M_E_E_T_I_N_G_S/_C_O_N_V_E_N_T_I_O_N_S/_E_T_C.
       12/21/91  NJSFS: New Jersey Science Fiction Society: TBA
                       (phone 201-432-5965 for details) (Saturday)
       01/11/92  SFABC: Science Fiction Association of Bergen County: Katina
                       Alexis (horror writer) (phone 201-933-2724 for details)
                       (Saturday)

       HO Chair:     John Jetzt         HO 1E-525 908-834-1563 hocpb!jetzt
       LZ Chair:     Rob Mitchell       LZ 1B-306 908-576-6106 mtuxo!jrrt
       MT Chair:     Mark Leeper        MT 3D-441 908-957-5619 mtgzy!leeper
       HO Librarian: Rebecca Schoenfeld HO 2K-430 908-949-6122 homxb!btfsd
       LZ Librarian: Lance Larsen       LZ 3L-312 908-576-3346 mtfme!lfl
       MT Librarian: Mark Leeper        MT 3D-441 908-957-5619 mtgzy!leeper
       Factotum:     Evelyn Leeper      MT 1F-329 908-957-2070 mtgzy!ecl
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       1.  One of the advantages of being in the Science Fiction Club  and
       getting the MT VOID is that you get to hear first about the books I
       am writing.  It was here that I first announced my  self-help  book
       for  the  1990s (actually then it was for the 1980s, but it clearly
       was ahead of its time).  I am talking, of  course,  about  my  _W_h_e_n
       _G_o_o_d  _T_h_i_n_g_s _H_a_p_p_e_n _t_o _P_e_o_p_l_e _Y_o_u _C_a_n'_t _S_t_a_n_d.  This is a book that
       has surprised all of us in the selectivity of its publisher appeal.
       Like  _W_a_t_e_r_s_h_i_p _D_o_w_n and _C_a_t_c_h-_2_2, it looks as if it is going to go
       to a large number of publishers before  someone  publishes  it  and
       makes  a  killing.   It may have finally found the right publisher,
       though I have not heard back from them.  I  am  not  sure  what  is
       taking so long since with a name like Naval Academy Press you would
       think they would have the self-discipline to  respond  sooner.   At
       first  I thought they were just waiting for the Persian Gulf War to
       get over.  I thought I could speed things with a  follow-up  letter











       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 2



       reminding them of how many of the sailor-boys would be disappointed
       they did not get promotions after the war and how useful they might
       find  my  book.   I  guess they are still just deliberating.  (If I
       don't hear from them soon, I will remove  the  dedication  to  John
       Paul Jones.  And it'll serve them right!)

       Now I have been hearing how a lot of you are disappointed with  the
       book  _S_c_a_r_l_e_t_t  that tells the further adventures of Katie Scarlett
       O'Hara.  The problem is that Scarlett just ran out  of  Civil  War.
       You  and  I both know that the last hour of _G_o_n_e _w_i_t_h _t_h_e _W_i_n_d: _T_h_e
       _M_o_t_i_o_n _P_i_c_t_u_r_e is a total bore.  It's got that  boring  stuff  with
       the  little  kid  on  the pony.  Gag me with a julep.  Nobody cares
       about all that because there is no war going on in the  background.
       That's boring.  Who cares about Scarlett after the Civil War!

       What you don't find out in _G_o_n_e _w_i_t_h _t_h_e _W_i_n_d is  about  the  _o_t_h_e_r
       Katie  O'Hara!   Yup.   The  Belle  of  Charleston, South Carolina,
       before the War was Scarlett's cousin, Katie Chartreuss O'Hara.   My
       _C_h_a_r_t_r_e_u_s_s  tells  of her life on the plantation before the War and
       of her exciting adventures during the Civil War.  It  is  also  the
       story of handsome, mysterious Brett Chamberlain, part patriot, part
       scalawag, and his fiery love affair with Chartreuss.  I've  already
       got ten pages written and I can tell you that nothing like this has
       been written before.  And when published, the  cover  of  the  book
       will  say,  "Guarantee:  This  novel  contains positively no boring
       post-Civil War sequences or you can return it  to  get  double  the
       purchase price back."

       2. Bill Higgins (a.k.a. "Beam Jockey") writes in response  to  Mark
       Leeper's recent review of _S_t_a_r _T_r_e_k _V_I: _T_h_e _U_n_d_i_s_c_o_v_e_r_e_d _C_o_u_n_t_r_y:

       Just read  your  review  of  _S._T._V_I.   I  should  remind  you  that
       Shakespeare-slinging  has  always  been  a  hallmark  of  _S_t_a_r _T_r_e_k
       _C_l_a_s_s_i_c,  especially  in  episode  titles.   _S_t_a_r  _T_r_e_k  _L_i_t_e  does
       considerably less, and also recognizes other literary influences on
       occasion.  I found myself wondering, "Gee, don't the Klingons  have
       any  playwrights  of  their  own?"  I don't usually indulge in Trek
       commentary, but...

       You say, "Other touches were irritating, like repeated allusions to
       both Shakespeare and Sherlock Holmes.  It is a strange and unlikely
       touch that Klingons revere William Shakespeare and even  claim  him
       as  a  Klingon."  This bothered me until I began to think about it.
       What did the Klingon general mean by "reading  Shakespeare  in  the
       original  Klingonese?"  I guess he was just joking.  But what if he
       wasn't?

       Could Shakespeare have written his plays  in  Klingonese  secretly,
       then  translated  them  into  English?   But  how would he know the
       language?  He lived centuries before humans  invented  interstellar
       flight.











       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 3



       But when did Klingons invent interstellar flight?

       Possibly it was long before humans did.  Possibly  Klingons  landed
       on  Earth  in Shakespeare's time, and the Bard had a chance to meet
       them and learn their language?   Maybe  a  scoutship  returned  the
       Zeroth  Folios  to  the  Klingon  Empire long before the plays were
       mounted on the boards of the Globe?

       Or was Klingonese Shakespeare's _n_a_t_i_v_e tongue?  He does  have  kind
       of a high forehead, in all the pictures of him I've seen...

       Which suggests the following scenario:  Will leaves Klingon, passes
       himself  off  as  an  Englishman,  and  goes  into  showbiz.  He is
       familiar with millenia of Klingonese literature; selecting the very
       best  of  the  classics, he translates them into English and passes
       them off as his own work.

       (Connoisseurs will recognize a twist on a plot that often occurs in
       time-travel  stories,  where  a  guy  from  the  future brings back
       inventions or works of art or literature and makes his  fortune  in
       the present.  In fact, _S_t_a_r _T_r_e_k _L_i_t_e used a variation on this plot
       just the other week.)

       So  perhaps  Shakespeare  really  _d_i_d_n'_t  author   the   plays   of
       Shakespeare,  but only cribbed them from an alien culture.  Ancient
       Astronauts ride again!

       [-Bill Higgins]


                                          Mark Leeper
                                          MT 3D-441 908-957-5619
                                           ...mtgzy!leeper




            We are convinced that sooner or later capitalism will
            perish, just as feudalism perished earlier. ...   All
            the world will come to Communism.  History does not
            ask you whether you want it or not.
                                          -- Nikita Khrushchev

            Eventually that's all it asks.
                                          -- Mark R. Leeper





















                          THE WORLD NEXT DOOR by Brad Ferguson
                         Tor, 1990, ISBN 0-812-53795-5, $3.95.
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1991 Evelyn C. Leeper



               As the book begins we are shown what is clearly a post-
          holocaust town in upstate New York.  And, like so many poorly
          written post-holocaust novels, this one has everything too easy--
          lots of stuff to scavenge, no residual radiation, no real damage to
          the area.  But this _i_s_n'_t poorly written, because in _T_h_e _W_o_r_l_d _N_e_x_t
          _D_o_o_r, it _i_s "the world next door"--a world in which the atomic war
          came in 1962, when such a fortuitous outcome was still possible.

               But life is not entirely idyllic for the people of the town of
          McAndrew.  For one thing, they're all starting to have strange
          dreams, dreams that the reader recognizes immediately as being of
          our timeline, dreams of what the dreamers would have been doing had
          "Kingdom Come" not come.  And other strange things are happening.
          Songbirds are returning, and deer, ... and then cats and dogs--not
          wild cats and dogs, but animals obviously well fed and cared for.
          Just what is going on?

               This would seem to me to be a sufficient story, but Ferguson
          adds more.  There is an attempt by the armyEMor what passes itself
          off as the army--to take over the town.  There are other, more
          distant government pressures.  There is a whole subplot of romantic
          entanglements and conflicts.  I found the love story an awkward
          intrusion on the rest of the story, and the resolution of the
          political aspects a little too facile and unconvincing.  Either of
          these plotlines alone might not have grated, but using both of them
          is like piling Ossa on Pelion.  (Or perhaps more accurately, Pelion
          on Ossa, with Olympus as the dream plot.  The former reference is
          Virgil's _G_e_o_r_g_i_c_s I:281; the latter is Homer's _O_d_y_s_s_e_y XI:315.) But
          the dreams, and what they mean, and what they lead up to, did keep
          me interested through all this.  On the whole, _T_h_e _W_o_r_l_d _N_e_x_t _D_o_o_r
          is a worthwhile book with one too many subplots.

               (This novel is an expansion of Ferguson's short story "The
          World Next Door," which appeared in the September 1987 _I_s_a_a_c
          _A_s_i_m_o_v'_s _S_c_i_e_n_c_e _F_i_c_t_i_o_n _M_a_g_a_z_i_n_e and _T_h_e_r_e _W_i_l_l _B_e _W_a_r _V_I_I_I:
          _A_r_m_a_g_e_d_d_o_n! edited by Pournelle and Carr.)























                                  FATHER OF THE BRIDE
                            A film review by Mark R. Leeper
                             Copyright 1991 Mark R. Leeper



                    Capsule review:  Mix two parts wedding-planning
               comedy, two parts sweet sentiment, and one part
               slapstick comedy, and you get a sugary, light holiday
               confection.  Steve Martin gives away his daughter and
               a lot of money at the same time.  An enjoyable family
               film.  Rating: +1 (-4 to +4).

               Steve Martin, who showed us the hopes and fears of being a
          father of younger children in _P_a_r_e_n_t_h_o_o_d is continuing on that theme
          with an older daughter in his update of 1950's _F_a_t_h_e_r _o_f _t_h_e _B_r_i_d_e.
          He has inherited Spencer Tracy's philosophizing but little of
          Tracy's dignity.  This is a film that pulls in at least three
          different directions at once as if it just was not sure what it
          wanted to be when it grew up.  It tries first and foremost to be a
          touching sentimental story of a father coming to terms with the loss
          to another man of a daughter whom he loves very much.  At the same
          time it wants to be a sort of _M_r. _B_l_a_n_d_i_n_g_s _B_u_i_l_d_s _H_i_s _D_r_e_a_m _H_o_u_s_e
          for weddings--a film about a simple man discovering how complex and
          expensive it is today to put together a wedding.  Then Steve
          Martin's roots are in physical and slapstick comedy, so this comedy
          pulls in that direction also.  The film simply does not work as all
          three and the physical comedy is certainly what should have been
          cut.

               The story is simple enough to be called trite.  George Banks
          (played by Steve Martin) talking to the camera tells about his
          daughter's wedding which has just taken place and about the five
          months since his daughter (played by Kimberly Williams) returned
          from Rome and announced she had fallen in love and intended to get
          married.  Martin reacts with anger and with distrust of his
          daughter's choice (played by George Newbern).  We follow the parents
          to their first meeting with their daughter's future in-laws.  George
          turns this meeting into an embarrassment big enough to last a
          lifetime.

               Then there are the wedding arrangements themselves.  All
          arrangements are made through the services of Franck (played by
          Martin Short), a somewhat swishy European with an impenetrable
          accent.  (I rather hope this film does not get shown in China.  The
          average Chinese does not earn enough in eight months to pay the
          per-guest cost of this wedding.)  There are hassles over cost; there
          is the obligatory lovers' tiff.  There are wedding preparations.
          Then the wedding begins and the film loses almost all of its humor
          and turns to sentiment so thick you can cut it with a knife.












          Father of the Bride      December 15, 1991                    Page 2



               Between _F_a_t_h_e_r _o_f _t_h_e _B_r_i_d_e and _B_e_a_u_t_y _a_n_d _t_h_e _B_e_a_s_t, it seems
          that Disney is banking very heavily on sentiment this Christmas-
          time.  But the characters in _F_a_t_h_e_r _o_f _t_h_e _B_r_i_d_e are cartoonish and
          two-dimensional.  The real humanity is in the characters in _B_e_a_u_t_y
          _a_n_d _t_h_e _B_e_a_s_t.  Steve Martin and Diane Keaton make a likable married
          couple in the live-action film, but they do not have much human
          complexity.  Kimberly Williams, as their daughter, is certainly
          attractive and is as sensual playing basketball as Nastassia Kinski
          is dancing.  But this Christmas film is like a chocolate Easter egg.
          It is sugary sweet around the outside and very light because it is
          really hollow.  It is worth seeing once.  I rate it a +1 on the -4
          to +4 scale.