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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                     Club Notice - 7/10/92 -- Vol. 11, No. 2


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

       Unless otherwise stated, all meetings are on Wednesdays at noon.

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       07/15  MT: THE ULTIMATE GUIDE TO SCIENCE FICTION by David Pringle (SF
                       reference books) (MT 1P-364)
       08/05  HO: THE SILMARILLION by J.R.R. Tolkien (Alternate Mythologies)
                       (HO 1N-410)
       08/26  HO: BONE DANCE by Emma Bull (Hugo nominee) (HO 1N-410)

         _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.
       07/11  SFABC: Science Fiction Association of Bergen County: Nicholas
                       Jainschigg (artist) (phone 201-933-2724 for details)
                       (Saturday)
       07/18  NJSFS: New Jersey Science Fiction Society: TBA
                       (phone 201-432-5965 for details) (Saturday)

       HO Chair:     John Jetzt        HO 1E-525  908-834-1563 hocpb!jetzt
       LZ Chair:     Rob Mitchell      HO 1D-505A 908-834-1267 hocpb!jrrt
       MT Chair:     Mark Leeper       MT 3D-441  908-957-5619 mtgzy!leeper
       HO Librarian: Nick Sauer        HO 4F-427  908-949-7076 homxc!11366ns
       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. Of the next book discussion in *Middletown*, Mark Leeper says:

       For years there have been fairly comprehensive guides to  films  on
       television.   Leonard  Maltin  and Stephen Scheuer each have edited
       thick books with thousands of films, each rated from  one  to  four
       stars  and  with  short  one-paragraph  reviews.  There has been no
       attempt to write a single guide to science fiction books nearly  as
       exhaustive.   David Pringle, who has written books of his choice of
       the hundred best novels of science fiction  and  the  hundred  best
       novels of fantasy, is now attempting such a guide with _T_h_e _U_l_t_i_m_a_t_e
       _G_u_i_d_e _t_o _S_c_i_e_n_c_e _F_i_c_t_i_o_n.













       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 2



       For each of over 3000 science fiction books, he  has  given  a  few
       sentences  of review and a rating of one to four stars.  The result
       tells you something about the books he is reviewing and also  quite
       a bit about Pringle himself.  I certainly disagree with much of his
       taste.  But once you have a feel for what he will rate high or low,
       the  book  becomes  a useful guide to science fiction books.  It is
       particularly useful to help you decide if that book you've had in a
       box since high school is worth digging out and reading.  [-mrl]

       Reminder: The room is MT 1P-364.

       2. Okay, two issues ago time I had the date wrong; last issue I had
       the  volume number wrong.  It should have been 11, not 10.  I _t_h_i_n_k
       I have it right this time around; between moving to a  new  machine
       and changing volume numbers, it's been a bit confused....  [-ecl]

       3. From those people voting on the Hugos, good  news:  For  perhaps
       the  first time ever, all the stories nominated for the short story
       Hugo award are now available free, in one place, during the  voting
       period.

       Brad Templeton has gotten permission to provide the  Hugo-nominated
       short stories via anonymous FTP or e-mail.  The files are available
       via anonymous ftp from "sf.clarinet.com" in the directory "sf".  If
       you  don't  have  access  to  anonymous  FTP  you can still get the
       stories  via  E-mail.   Send  mail  to  ftpmail@decwrl.dec.com   or
       att!decwrl!ftpmail.   The  subject  is  ignored  other  than  as an
       identifier for you in the mail you'll get  back  from  the  ftpmail
       server.  The text should be as follows:
                    connect
                    chdir pub/sf
                    dir
                    ascii
                    get READ.ME
                    get cretaceous
                    get dogs_life
                    get perfectmorn
                    get pressann
                    get walkinthesun
                    get wintersolst
                    get buffalo
                    get howto.read
                    get esf.ballot
                    quit

       IMPORTANT NOTE FROM  BRAD:   These  stories  are  all  copyrighted,
       professional  stories.   The  writers  should be thanked for taking
       this sort of new venture, allowing you  to  have  the  stories  for
       free.    They are granting you permission to download these stories
       for your personal use.  However, you may  not  copy  them  further,
       forward  them  to others, put them in archives or republish them in











       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 3



       any way.   Please respect the rights of these superb SF Pros.

       This is free, though if you want to send a donation to the  authors
       to  reward  them for this move, Brad will pass on 100% of donations
       (less collection costs) to them.  The easiest  way  is  to  send  a
       check to ClariNet Communications (make checks payable to this), Box
       1479, Cupertino, CA 95015-1479.  Brad suggests $3 (which he  claims
       is  the price of a small paperback--where is he buying his books is
       what I want to know!), which will be divided amongst  the  authors.
       [-ecl]


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



            As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality,
            they are not certain; and as far as they are certain,
            they do not refer to reality.
                                          -- Albert Einstein












































                        THE MODULAR MAN by Roger MacBride Allen
                    Bantam Spectra, 1992, ISBN 0-553-29559-4, $4.99.
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1992 Evelyn C. Leeper



               David Bailey has downloaded himself into his home maintenance
          unit (a.k.a., vacuum cleaner, a.k.a., "Herbert"--it's a pun, get
          it?) and now Herbert is being charged with first-degree murder,
          because the complete download of a personality destroys the
          original.  The district attorney hopes Herbert's owner (Suzanne
          Jantille, who is also David's widow and a lawyer) will take the
          obvious path and ask for dismissal on the grounds that Herbert can't
          be charged because he isn't human.  This would set a precedent for
          preventing the rich from achieving immortality by replacing all the
          parts that wear out--in effect, turning themselves into cyborgs.
          But Suzanne takes another tack.

               Allen raises a lot of interesting issues here, but eventually
          short-circuits them (you'll pardon the pun) by providing an ending
          that does not follow at all from what comes before, but from the
          whim of one character (which means, basically, the whim of the
          author).

               And the supposedly innovative solution to resolve the problem
          of the "immortal rich" is one that has appeared before, and in a
          very well-known work.  (I'm desperately trying to avoid spoilers
          here.)

               In addition, I'm no lawyer, but it seems obvious to me that if
          Herbert can stand trial as David Bailey, then David Bailey isn't
          dead, and so no one can be tried for his murder.  If the prosecution
          is claimed Herbert is David Bailey, but a *different* David Bailey,
          then it's clear that the original David Bailey did all the set-up
          for the transfer ("murder") and so the new one is not responsible.
          (If I rig up a suicide device so that I'm killed when someone rings
          my doorbell, is the unsuspecting mailman guilty of murder?)  Allen
          tries a bit of hand-waving to get around this, with some obscure
          point of law not introduced until near the end of the story (future
          law, not any law we have), but it's not very convincing.

               This is probably the last of the "Next Wave" series, and even
          this is an abbreviated entry: instead of an introduction by Isaac
          Asimov and an essay by a "working scientist," it has three short
          articles by Asimov strung together in place of the essay and no
          introduction.

               _T_h_e _M_o_d_u_l_a_r _M_a_n started out with some great ideas, but didn't
          carry them through.  I wish I could recommend this book, but
          ultimately I found it disappointing and annoying.















                             BEAST by Peter Benchley
              Fawcett Crest, 1992 (1991c), ISBN 0-449-22089-3, $5.95
                         A book review by Mark R. Leeper
                          Copyright 1992 Mark R. Leeper



            In writing this review I have tried not to reveal to what kind
       of beast the title refers.  But if Peter Benchley tried to keep it a
       surprise, he is lousy at keeping a secret.  I heard an interview in
       which he gave some teasers about what the creature was.  Some of his
       teasers would have told me by themselves and certainly there was no
       doubt in my mind from the whole set what he was talking about.  The
       cover of the book shows a tentacle of a characteristic shape.  So if
       you want to keep it a secret, buy coverless.  Also skip the
       dedication page.

            Okay, so why did I read _B_e_a_s_t?  No, I didn't expect an edifying
       experience.  To be honest, I like monster movies.  I loved them when
       I was young and I never grew out of it.  The idea of an attack of a
       giant cephalopod conjures up memories of _I_t _C_a_m_e _f_r_o_m _B_e_n_e_a_t_h _t_h_e
       _S_e_a and _2_0,_0_0_0 _L_e_a_g_u_e_s _U_n_d_e_r _t_h_e _S_e_a.

            _B_e_a_s_t is a beach novel.  It is clearly intended to be read on a
       beach when the reader has come out to dry off and rest and maybe get
       some sun.  Then with the ocean lying in front of him or her, the
       reader can have Benchley tell him or her scary stories about what is
       in the water.  Essentially this is the same story Benchley told in
       _J_a_w_s.  Here he is telling it again, but with another nautical nasty.
       Despite the back cover comments about Benchley's great literary
       family, nobody would mistake _B_e_a_s_t for being much more than Benchley
       borrowing from Benchley.  And doing a lukewarm job of it at that.

            There is not really a whole lot of plot to tell.  It takes
       place in and around Bermuda.  A number of people start disappearing
       from the sea.  We are given spooky stories of tentacles grabbing
       people from boats.  It leaves behind clues that some nasty sea
       creature is getting them.  William "Whip" Darling is a former
       fisherman who now hunts interesting specimens for an aquarium.  His
       hobby is protecting the seas from fishermen who would exploit it.
       He is a younger and more pleasant Quint from _J_a_w_s.  He is eventually
       called upon to go out and help hunt the beast.  There is little that
       happens in the book that the reader has not read or seen in a movie
       somewhere.  The ending is pure cliche--one used in many films.  The
       cause of the problem--what brings the beast--is also cliche: man
       tampering where he does not belong.

            Probably the best thing about _B_e_a_s_t is the detail about a
       rather intriguing sea creature.  Benchley gives us the interesting
       facts and tells his entire story in clean, clear prose.  That is no
       common talent these days.  He writes to convey, not to impress or to











       Beast                       July 1, 1992                      Page 2



       amuse.  He tries to make reading his novel as easy and passive as
       watching an action film, and at that he actually succeeds.  You have
       to admire the crisp clarity of his story-telling.

            Benchley indulges himself, making at least two references to
       _J_a_w_s and the effect the film had on swimmers who learned to fear the
       water.  Perhaps it is vanity, or an inside joke.

            Still _B_e_a_s_t gives you just about what you expect, a feather-
       like monster movie in portable form.  It could be worse.
























































                               A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN
                         A film review by Mark R. Leeper
                          Copyright 1992 Mark R. Leeper



                 Capsule review:  Move over, Rosie the Riveter:
            this film celebrates Betty the Baseball Player.
            Penny Marshall tells the story of the women's
            baseball league founded during World War II.  The
            script is a little cliched and predictable, but
            Marshall, as usual, tells an engrossing story.
            Rating: +1 (-4 to +4).

            At one point in _A _L_e_a_g_u_e _o_f _T_h_e_i_r _O_w_n, Dottie Hinson (played by
       Geena Davis) observes that playing baseball is hard.  Veteran
       ballplayer Jimmy Dugan (played by Tom Hanks) tells her sagely, "If
       it wasn't hard, everyone would do it.  The hard makes it great."  I
       think that must play better to baseball fans than it does to me.
       Having as I do virtually zero interest in the game itself, I would
       not play no matter how easy it was for me.  Nor do I believe that
       the game is great or that its hardness makes it great.  The presence
       of baseball will not make a film very good in itself.  For a
       baseball film actually to be good it has to rely not on good
       baseball content or the belief that playing baseball is somehow a
       noble profession.  That is why I like _T_h_e _N_a_t_u_r_a_l and _F_i_e_l_d _o_f
       _D_r_e_a_m_s, but _T_h_e _P_r_i_d_e _o_f _t_h_e _Y_a_n_k_e_e_s leaves me cold.  I think that _A
       _L_e_a_g_u_e _o_f _T_h_e_i_r _O_w_n really requires of the viewer a belief that
       there was something noble in women playing baseball and keeping the
       sport alive while most of the men players were fighting in World War
       II.  For me that is a difficult leap of faith to make and you can
       weight this review accordingly.

            _A _L_e_a_g_u_e _o_f _T_h_e_i_r _O_w_n is, I suspect, almost pure fiction
       vaguely inspired by real events as was director Penny Marshall's
       previous film, _A_w_a_k_e_n_i_n_g_s.  Undoubtedly some of the background
       detail is accurate, but most of the drama is probably made up of the
       whole cloth.  The story tells how Hinson and her sister Kit Keller
       (played by Lori Petty) are recruited by a hilariously rude and
       obnoxious scout (played by Jon Lovitz).  Sixty-four women are chosen
       to field the four teams of the All-American Girls Professional
       Baseball League.  Kit is more anxious to play than is her older
       sister, but Dottie is a natural.  Not that anyone seems to care.
       Their alcoholic team manager, Dugan, introduces himself to his team
       by shuffling drunkenly to the locker room urinal, using it, and
       shuffling back out.  During the games, he shows his commitment to
       the team by sleeping, scratching his crotch, or practicing what
       appears to be a regimen of losing ten pounds a week by spitting.
       Hanks takes to this role as if his view of baseball players mirrors
       my own.  League President Ira Lowenstein (played by David
       Strathairn) at first is anxious only to be certain that the skirts











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       on the uniforms are short enough to attract audience interest.  The
       news media seems even less interested, editorializing against the
       "masculinization of women" and then making amused and patronizing
       newsreels about the women's league.

            The script is by Lowell Ganz and Babaloo Mandel and is
       something of a comedown for the team, who wrote _P_a_r_e_n_t_h_o_o_d and _C_i_t_y
       _S_l_i_c_k_e_r_s.  Much in the plot is incredibly predictable and overly
       cliched.  A word that is overused to describe a film of this sort is
       "manipulative."  Actually, a film should be manipulative, and Ganz
       and Mandel have done it well in the past.  Here it is often done
       well, but other times done too obviously.  The last ten minutes of
       the film are maudlin and drag.  They could and should have been cut
       to two minutes.  The script comes perilously close to making fun of
       the awkward, plain, and shy Marla (played by Megan Cavanaugh).
       While some of the male characters redeem themselves later in the
       film, they almost universally are insensitive jerks when we first
       meet them.

            That brings me to the issue of hypocrisy in this superficially
       feminist film.  The order of billing is Hanks, Davis, Madonna (as a
       stereotypical loose woman), and Petty.  Based on contribution, the
       order should have been Davis, Petty, Hanks, and Madonna.  Top
       billing for Hanks is absurd; he just did not do more than Davis or
       Petty.  The locker room scenes are G-ratable in the first half of
       the film, then suddenly turn "peek-a-boo" in the second half of the
       film.

            The score by Hans Zimmer deserves some credit, occasionally
       having some of the mythic feel of Randy Newman's score for _T_h_e
       _N_a_t_u_r_a_l.  However, it mixes in rock, which seems out of place in a
       film mostly about the 1940s.  I would like to call some attention to
       David Strathairn as Lowenstein.  He plays quiet and usually likable
       characters of integrity.  He played a policeman sympathetic to the
       strikers in _M_a_t_e_w_a_n and a commander very worried for the safety of
       his men in _M_e_m_p_h_i_s _B_e_l_l_e.  He reminds me a lot of a latter-day Henry
       Fonda.  I have never seen him in a bad film, which indicates either
       that he is intelligent enough to select only better scripts or that
       his acting has qualities that appeal only to better filmmakers.

            One final nice touch: the script calls for us to see most of
       the main characters as they look almost fifty years later.  Normally
       this would be done with a makeup effect. These makeup effects are
       rarely done believably and the results are almost always at least
       suspect.  Marshall went to the effort of finding look-alike actors
       of approximately correct ages, then had the younger actors dub the
       voices.  The effect is reasonably convincing.

            Considerable money and effort was lavished on this production,
       but problems in the script diminish the effort to a +1 on the -4 to
       +4 scale.