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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 01/17/92 -- Vol. 10, No. 29


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

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

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       01/29  LZ: A CLOCKWORK ORANGE by Anthony Burgess (Dystopias)
       02/19  LZ: V IS FOR VENDETTTA by Alan Moore and David Lloyd (Dystopic
                       Graphic Novels)
       03/11  LZ: THE FUTUROLOGICAL CONGRESS by Stanislaw Lem (Who defines
                       reality?)
       04/01  LZ: ACCOUNTANTS OF GOR by John Norman (Economic systems)
       04/22  LZ: WONDERFUL LIFE by Stephen Jay Gould (Science non-fiction as a
                       source of ideas)
       05/13  LZ: ONLY BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by James Morrow (Books we heard are
                       very good)

         _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.
       01/18  NJSFS: New Jersey Science Fiction Society: TBA
                       (phone 201-432-5965 for details) (Saturday)
       02/08  SFABC: Science Fiction Association of Bergen County: Ginjer
                       Buchanan (Ace Books editor) (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.  I guess science fiction is expected to have some bearing on the
       real  world.   My  thinking  tends  to  go  in the other direction.
       Something real happens to me and  I  generalize  it  to  a  concept
       applicable  to  science  fiction.  A recent few days dog-sitting my
       brother's schnauzer Seamus has  gotten  me  thinking  about  inter-
       species  communication (ISC).  It is not a subject many people give
       thought to outside of science fiction.











       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 2



       I grew up with a dachshund Sam.  We had all sorts of elitist  jokes
       about  how  dumb  a  dog Sam was.  More and more now I am impressed
       with Sam's intellect in ISC.  Seamus is a bright dog too, I  guess,
       but  his ISC is abominable.  He has his own rules about how he must
       be served dinner or he won't eat.  It used to be the  food  had  to
       sit  out  overnight  and  then be dumped on his newspaper before he
       would eat.  Why?  We never found  out  because  of  his  poor  ISC.
       Admittedly,  getting  Sam  to eat was _n_e_v_e_r a problem, so there was
       never any need to communicate the reason for strange eating customs
       and  rituals.   Sam's  mind  was very much like the humans he lived
       with; Seamus has a mind that could  have  been  hatched  on  Planet
       Zork.   But  when  it  comes  down  to  issues  of  each  trying to
       communicate, Sam had a real edge over Seamus.   When  Seamus  wants
       something,  he  comes  up  to you and starts whining.  Item 1--that
       Seamus wants something--has come across very well.  Item 2--what it
       is  that  Seamus  wants--zero points.  No communication whatsoever.
       Seamus just thinks, "You have opposable thumbs, you  walk  upright,
       your  throat is bent to give you language.  With all that going for
       you, you should know why I'm whining."

       Sam reasoned that he had to communicate both items.  He would whine
       a  little--not  as  much  as  Seamus--but  he  would also give some
       thought on how to communicate what it was he wanted.  He often used
       a  surprising  degree  of  abstraction.   2  AM.   Sam  wants to go
       outside.  He goes upstairs to my room and  scratches  on  the  wall
       under  the  window.   He was afraid of heights.  He knew he did not
       want to go through that wall.  But  what  he  wanted  was  in  that
       general  direction.   As  soon  as  I gets up he runs to my bedroom
       door.  If I put on a pair of pants, sitting on  the  bed,  he  goes
       back  and scratches under the window.  When I stand up, it was back
       to the door.  This is a dog who has some idea  how  to  communicate
       his desires.

       At 4:45 in the afternoon he had some  pretty  unambiguous  ways  of
       expressing  himself.   It  was getting near the time he was used to
       eating dinner.  Over he went to the  cupboard  door  and  he  would
       swing it back and forth with his nose.  "Isn't it time to open this
       cupboard?"  "No, Sam, you get fed at five."  A little more swinging
       and  he  decided  to  be  more explicit.  Lots of cans of different
       things were kept in that cupboard.  He knew which  were  dog  food.
       He would pull out a can of dog food and knock it onto its side.  He
       _n_e_v_e_r in his life pulled out the wrong  kind  of  can  by  mistake.
       Maybe  the  can  had a scent he recognized, but I doubt that.  Cans
       are pretty well sealed.  That's how they work.  I think he  had  to
       be  able  to  recognize  the  labels.   He knocked over the can and
       rolled it to my feet.  At the time I thought this was a cute trick.
       Today  I  recognize  it  as a solution to a problem in ISC.  He was
       also pretty good at picking  out,  understanding,  and  remembering
       human  words.   These  days I wonder if you could somehow put a new
       human brain into the body  of  a  dachshund,  could  you  tell  the
       difference?  For that matter, which would be smarter?











       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 3



       2. Jerry Ryan points out that I probably meant July 3, *1863*,  not
       1963, for the time travel contest.  I did.

       In answer to my  questions  "Can  one  really  make  a  copy  of  a
       distinctive-looking  pearl  as easily as of a crystalline gem?" and
       "[Why] do the people  in  these  stories  have  these  copies  made
       anyway?"  Mike  Lukacs says, "YES; Given access to the original (to
       make an impression) or a complete and detailed set of  photographs,
       a  nearly  indetectable  copy of a baroque pearl could be made much
       more easily than one of a cut transparent  stone.   The  owners  of
       fabulous  pieces  of  jewelry (in the $million$ plus category) will
       often have a good replica made to wear.  Since person X is known to
       own  the  Fleigleman diamond, and is not expected to hand it around
       at parties for testing and inspection, the copy is just as good  to
       wear  as  the  original,  and  much less expensive and risky.  (For
       major bucks type jewelry, insurance companies charge steep fees for
       every  day or hour that the item is outside of the bank vault where
       it is normally stored.)"

       Now I suppose my question is, "Can one buy a copy of the Fleigleman
       diamond  without  having the real one?  Is there a market in ersatz
       Stars of India?   Is  this  on  Canal  Street  right  next  to  the
       purveyors  of  Rolex imitators?"  (Yes, I know one buys the diamond
       for investment.  But it would seem that there must be  some  people
       who  want  to  invest  and not wear it around, and others who would
       like to wear it without actually investing.)  [-ecl]


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


            The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie--
            deliberate, contrived, and dishonest--but the myth--
            persistent, persuasive, and realistic.  Too often we
            hold fast to the cliches of our forbears.
                                          -- John F. Kennedy




























                    BICYCLING THROUGH TIME AND SPACE by Mike Sirota
                         Ace, 1991, ISBN 0-441-05735-7, $3.99.
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1991 Evelyn C. Leeper



               Jack Miller gets an offer from an alien--a bicycle that will
          let him ride "The Ultimate Bike Path."  He can visit different
          worlds, as well as the past and the future, and then he can return
          to his own when he gets tired.  This could have been interesting,
          but it wasn't.

               Why not?  Well, for starters, the structure didn't use the
          premise well.  It's not that Sirota didn't have Jack visit enough
          worlds; Jack visits too many, and they're not very interesting.
          Jack can visit millions of worlds; we see him visit seven.  The
          first episode is a slap-stick humorous fantasy (where the humor
          consist of Jack having to ride in a dung cart).  The second is a
          four-page quickie in which Jack meets Adolf Hitler as a boy.  The
          third is a typical kill-the-evil-sorcerer tale.  The fourth is
          another quickie--a world of cliches.  Then comes a theme park world,
          a Native American spirit world, rock-and-roll heaven, and a junk
          food world.  Mercifully, we are spared his adventures in the world
          of the sex kittens.

               It's a hodge-podge, more in the tradition of _T_h_e _S_t_a_r_l_o_s_t than
          of Douglas Adams (which the cover claims--an early warning sign
          these days).  There are enough loose ends to threaten a sequel even
          without the closing line: "I'll be back."  But I somehow don't think
          more volumes will be forthcoming.  Maybe _B_i_c_y_c_l_i_n_g _T_h_r_o_u_g_h _T_i_m_e _a_n_d
          _S_p_a_c_e would appeal to science fiction fans who are also bicyclists,
          but I doubt even they would enjoy it.