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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 08/07/92 -- Vol. 11, No. 6


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

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

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       08/26  HO: BONE DANCE by Emma Bull (Hugo nominee) (HO 1N-410)
       09/16  HO: THE SILMARILLION by J.R.R. Tolkien (Alternate Mythologies)
                       (HO 4N-509)

         _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.
       08/08  SFABC: Science Fiction Association of Bergen County: Multi-media
                       astronomical presentation (phone 201-933-2724 for details)
                       (Saturday)
       08/15  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. Well, we showed episodes 4 through 6 of "The Survivors" and as I
       expected,  there  was a discussion afterward.  Since these showings
       seem to be getting a loyal following, I have decided  to  show  the
       whole  series.   We will move up the schedule to having film nights
       every other Thursday and alternate between movies and  episodes  of
       "The  Survivors."  To get around one member's schedule we will show
       "The Survivors" next.  So Thursday night, August 13, at  7  PM,  we
       will show episodes 7 to 9.

       2. Last week I wrote about Elizabeth Fee's  marvelous  metaphor  to
       the  New  Jersey Curriculum Transformation Project that science was
       essentially a masculine rape of  a  passive  and  feminine  Nature.
       What she said was:
            "Mind was male.  Nature was female, and [scientific]
            knowledge  was  created  as  an act of aggression--a











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            passive nature had to  be  interrogated,  unclothed,
            penetrated,  and  compelled  by  man  to  reveal her
            secrets."

       It strikes me that Fee's belief that Nature is passive  might  just
       possibly  come  from somebody who has never been caught unprotected
       in a hurricane, who has never  seen  near-at-hand  the  ravages  of
       disease, who has never had to fight off a shark attack, and who has
       been living with a very romanticized view of nature.  (Or is it  me
       who has lived with a romanticized view of femininity?)

       Ms. Fee might ask a chipmunk just how passive  nature  is.   Humans
       have  the  luxury of seeing Nature as a big, friendly Mother Nature
       because of a number of factors, not the least of which is  that  we
       have  just about always been the biggest and meanest animal around.
       I occasionally brush my tongue across my sharp teeth and  think  to
       something  like  a chipmunk we must look like pretty scary fighting
       machines.  The truth is that those sharp teeth are each bigger than
       the  vast  majority of animals on this planet.  The world is a much
       more terrifying place to a chipmunk  than  it  was  to  Fee's  pre-
       technology ancestors.

       But even these ancestors lived in a dangerous world.  Even at their
       tremendous,  there  were  still other animals to prey on them.  And
       there was a constant threat of starvation.  That was where came  in
       this  technology  and  science  that Ms. Fee characterizes as being
       masculine and rapist.  Science and technology kept away the  animal
       predators,  kept  away  diseases, put food on her table.  Nature is
       anything but passive.  It is an unending  arena  of  life-and-death
       struggles  in  which  Fee  had  a  distinct  advantage  because her
       forbears were big and mean and had science to help them.

       Fee strikes me as the maiden who, once saved from the dragon, turns
       around  and  first says it wasn't much of a dragon, then criticizes
       the knight for how he rescued her.

       3. Well, the discussion of the  Hugo-nominated  short  stories  was
       quite  spirited,  and  went  well  over  the  official hour for the
       meeting.  I will not attempt to recount the entire discussion here,
       but  will give a few comments.  Of "A Walk in the Sun" Rob Mitchell
       said that he enjoyed stories about the indomitable human spirit, to
       which  Charlie  Harris  responded,  "Unlike  Rob, I dislike stories
       about the indomitable human spirit, especially  when  they  involve
       long  walks  across  rough terrain."  Charlie also said he disliked
       fantasy, then voted  "Winter  Solstice"  first,  saying  it  had  a
       "hopeless, relentless, driving urgency."  People divided sharply on
       whether "Buffalo" or "In the Late Cretaceous" were actually science
       fiction,  over  whether  they  liked humorous stories, over whether
       they liked fantasy, over whether  they  liked  hard-science  puzzle
       stories,  and over just about everything else--so it's all the more
       surprising that the "winner" won by such a large margin as it did.











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       And yes, there is a winner.  We had all read the stories, and so we
       all  voted.   Since  this  is an AT&T science fiction club, I guess
       these are the first annual "Alexanders."  Given below are  the  raw
       votes ("1" means first place, etc.; tie votes were averaged and are
       indicated with decimal places), the total score per story, and  the
       rankings.
       ECL RTM DLS NJS CSH TOTAL RANK TITLE
        2   2   2  2.5  1    9.5  1   Michael Resnick: "Winter Solstice"
        7   1   3   7   5   23    2   Geoffrey A. Landis: "A Walk in the
                                           Sun"
        3   7   1  5.5  7   23.5  3*  John Kessel: "Buffalo"
        6  4.0  5  5.5  3   23.5  3*  Mike Resnick: "One Perfect Morning,
                                           With Jackals"
        5   8   4   1   6   24    5   No Award
        4  4.0  6  2.5  8   24.5  6   Martha Soukup: "Dog's Life"
        1   6   7   8   4   26    7*  Connie Willis: "In the Late
                                           Cretaceous"
        8  4.0  8   4   2   26    7*  Terry Bisson: "Press Ann"
       * tie

       4. Patrick Connolly in Columbus  sends  the  follows  announcement:
       Context  is  a  science  fiction convention focusing on the written
       word.  Scheduled October 2 - 4, 1992, Context V will be held at the
       Hilton  Inn North in Worthington, OH (just south of intersection of
       US 23 and I270 near Columbus).  The Guest of Honor is  George  Alec
       Effinger; the Editor Guest of Honor is Martin H. Greenberg; the Fan
       Guest  of  Honor  is  Debbie  Hoginson;  special  guests  are  Joan
       Slonczewski, Buck & Juanita Coulson, and Dennis McKiernan (who used
       to be a member way  back  when!).   Events  include  a  variety  of
       panels,  presentations and seminars; a short story contest for best
       original  science  fiction  or  fantasy;  story;  entries  must  be
       received  August  15,  1992, winning entry to be published in _L_a_n'_s
       _L_a_n_t_e_r_n; childrens' programming for  younger  fans;  art  show  and
       auction; masquerade featuring costumes based on written SF/fantasy;
       the  finest  hospitality  suite  in  central  Ohio;   autographing;
       babysitting;  dealers'  room; filking; and the SF limerick contest.
       Membership rates are $30.00 until September 15,  $35.00  thereafter
       (payable to FANACO, Inc).  For more information, contact Context V,
       PO Box 2954, Columbus, OH 43216.


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



            All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately
            unrehearsed.
                                          -- Sean O'Casey
















                                 ENCHANTED APRIL
                         A film review by Mark R. Leeper
                          Copyright 1992 Mark R. Leeper



                 Capsule review:  This is a light and _v_e_r_y
            pleasant comedy that could be used as an ad for the
            Italian Tourism Board.  It starts like
            E. M. Forster's indignant social dramas and then
            unwinds under the warm Italian sun into a rich
            romantic comedy.  It features beautiful settings and
            people you would love to meet.  Rating: +2 (-4 to
            +4).

            I admit it.  The reason I wanted to see this movie was because
       I wanted to see more of Miranda Richardson.  No, I wasn't taken with
       her stunning beauty.  I just saw her in one film clip in which she
       had no lines.  She was only reacting to a conversation between Josie
       Lawrence and Joan Plowright.  The conversation was funny but
       Richardson's reactions were priceless.  I admit it was a silly
       reason to pay $7 to see a film but nothing else in the film appealed
       to me.  And this is a film that turned out to be well worth seeing.
       This film seamlessly bridges the gap between E. M. Forster social
       indignation and a Shakespearean romanticism.

            It is a rainy, ugly winter in 1922 London.  Lottie Wilkins
       (played by Josie Lawrence) sees a stranger, Rose Arbuthnot (played
       by Miranda Richardson) wistfully looking at the same newspaper ad
       that she had.  It offered a Northern Italian castle for rent for
       April ... "wisteria and sunshine."  Both women are unhappily
       married, Lottie to a miserly businessman (played by Alfred Molina)
       and Rose to a writer of sexy novels (played by Jim Broadbent).  With
       four women they might be able to swing the vacation.  They find a
       crusty old harridan, Mrs. Fisher, whose father knew every great
       literary genius of his generation.  Also there is a world-weary
       heiress, Lady Caroline Dester.  Soon the mousey Lottie and Rose find
       why it is not good to travel with strangers.  Mrs. Fisher is selfish
       and nasty, Lady Caroline is cold and aloof.  Then the warmth and the
       beauty of Portofino begins to work a kind of magic on all.

            Mike Newell, who previously directed the horror film _T_h_e
       _A_w_a_k_e_n_i_n_g and later directed Richardson in _D_a_n_c_e _w_i_t_h _a _S_t_r_a_n_g_e_r,
       here directs a surprisingly magnetic film.  Peter Barnes adapted the
       1922 novel by Elizabeth von Armin.  The film was shot in the same
       castle where von Armin wrote her novel.  Each of the four actresses
       has opportunities to stand out and Molina's half-serious, half-comic
       role is also a positive pleasure.  Watching this film is like taking
       a pleasant vacation.  This is one of the year's best films.  I rate
       it a +2 on the -4 to +4 scale.
















                        A FIRE ON THE DEEP by Vernor Vinge
                          A book review by Dale L. Skran
                           Copyright 1992 Dale L. Skran



            Vernor Vinge is one of the little heralded great pioneers of
       modern SF.  Several times a nominee for the Hugo, he has not caught
       the fancy of the mass of SF fans, yet is recognized as a seminal
       innovator by a tiny group.  _T_r_u_e _N_a_m_e_s showed us cyberspace long
       before Gibson started his career, but more than that, it opened the
       door to a new generation of writers(including Gibson) that dealt in
       human transcendence.  The torch was taken up by Bruce Sterling in
       his Shaper/Mech stories and novels, as well as by Gibson and others.
       Yet still Vinge went unrecognized, relegated to the back pages of
       _A_n_a_l_o_g.

            With _M_a_r_o_o_n_e_d _i_n _R_e_a_l _T_i_m_e Vinge reached what may be the peak
       of his form.  He created a gripping murder mystery with fascinating,
       engaging characters just for starters.  He piled on a sweeping
       vision of time and the human future with the "Singularity."  Simply
       put, Vinge posits an endpoint to human history, a moment of true
       transcendence when, artificially boosted, human intelligence becomes
       something unknowable, something akin to godhood.

            Then Vinge stopped writing.  He had stepped too close to
       reality for his taste.  In the not too distant future he could
       foresee the end of knowable humanity, and the end of the time period
       SF writers could honestly write epic stories of the future.

            Now, Vinge returns with a sweeping tale of an unlikely, even
       impossible future.  He creates a gimmick to allow him to write the
       kind of "super-science" stories he likes to read--the Slow Zone.  In
       some twisted fashion, the center of the galaxy inhibits thought,
       both human and electronic, as well as faster than light travel,
       which is apparently tied in some complex fashion to thought itself.
       This gimmick is similar to that used by Poul Anderson in _B_r_a_i_n _W_a_v_e,
       but with some significant differences.

            In the "Unthinking Deeps" no civilization can arise; real
       intelligence is simply impossible.  Woe betide the ships that wander
       here!  In the "Slow Zone" thought is possible, as well as simple
       computers, but faster than light travel is not.  In the "Beyond,"
       computers and minds work much better, and "ultra-drive" works.
       Finally, in the "Transcend," it is possible to achieve transcendence
       and vanish from the ken of lesser beings.

            On this canvas Vinge spins a tale of pack-intelligences and
       little boys, of a woman who survived the murder of billions and a
       man who was godshatter, of a Power who learned too late that there
       are always the greater and the lessor, of a hollowed-eyed crew











       Fire on the Deep          August 3, 1992                      Page 2



       lusting for vengeance the heroism of the tool of an ancient evil,
       and of the courage of a young girl.

            While reading _A _F_i_r_e _o_n _t_h_e _D_e_e_p_s, I kept saying to myself,
       "This is pretty good, but aggh! what a gimmick!"  Toward the end, I
       came to the realization that by showing us this unlikely caravan of
       miracles, Vinge is reminding us of just how strange the universe may
       yet be!  There are even those, such a Roger Penrose (_T_h_e _E_m_p_e_r_o_r'_s
       _N_e_w _M_i_n_d), who believe that thought and consciousness may have a
       quantum mechanical component.  And if it did, is it impossible that
       the subtle twisting of spacetime by the black hole at the center of
       the galaxy might, just might have some effect on thought--human and
       machine?

            Recommended to fans of Vinge, Bear, Benford, Reed, Gibson,
       Sterling, E.~E.~Smith, hard SF, and anyone who has a net address.

            P.S.: To all those loyal readers of Skran reviews, this is the
       first to be composed on a notebook PC while flying over the Atlantic
       Ocean.














































                THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS by James Fenimore Cooper
                 Bantam, 1981 (1826c), ISBN 0-553-21329-6, $3.50.
                         A book review by Mark R. Leeper
                          Copyright 1992 Mark R. Leeper



            I guess the question arises, why review in 1992 a book
       published in 1826 which has been in print most of the intervening
       time?  Does it even make sense to review an acknowledged classic?  I
       think it does make sense, as there is a film version coming up in
       the near future and there may well be people made curious about the
       novel by the film or, as in my case, by the coming attractions.  I
       do recognize that a number of literary people have already given up
       on the film because 1) the main character's name was changed form
       Natty Bumppo to Nathaniel Poe and 2) the film interpolates a love
       interest.  (I am not so ready to condemn these decisions since I
       remember seeing the name Bumppo only once in the novel.  The
       character is always called Hawkeye in the novel.  As for love
       interest--well, that is one interpretation for what Hawkeye does in
       the novel.  It is never made explicit in the prose, but you might
       find love interest if you choose to read between the lines.  In any
       case, how bad can a film be if it stars Daniel Day Lewis?)

            _T_h_e _L_a_s_t _o_f _t_h_e _M_o_h_i_c_a_n_s manages by a strange coincidence to be
       the second of the five Leatherstocking tales.  It is the second
       written, the second published, and the second by internal
       chronology.  I say this is a coincidence since, if I read my
       Britannica correctly, the three orderings are fairly different from
       each other.  "Leatherstocking," incidentally, is another alias for
       Natty Bumppo.  (Actually elsewhere Indians call him "La Longue
       Carabine.")  Just why such an upstanding citizen as Bumppo needs
       three aliases is a mystery to me unless it is just an effort to
       escape that silly surname.

            _T_h_e _L_a_s_t _o_f _t_h_e _M_o_h_i_c_a_n_s is an acknowledged world classic.  The
       same Britannica article talks about how Russian and Polish school
       children know Natty Bumppo.  Actually it is my suspicion today that
       it is a novel that reads better in translation than it does in its
       original.  The plot leans much more to action than to deep
       consideration of universal themes.  I was, in fact, somewhat
       surprised to find that this respected novel was so much an adventure
       story with so little introspection.  I would almost say this was a
       thumping page-turner except for the usage of prose.  The novel is
       written in a stodgy early 19th Century prose that, at least for me,
       ruins a lot of the impact of the story-telling.  It is one thing in
       a story set in a forest to be told that your enemy is creeping ever
       closer.  It is another thing to be told in a sixty-word sentence
       that the varlet is drawing nigher.  I am not sure if it is the
       vocabulary that is out-dated or the lack of concrete prose.  But the
       language, I found, really distanced me from the action.  I often got











       Last of the Mohicans       August 2, 1992                     Page 2



       through paragraphs with only a vague sense of what they actually had
       said, and perhaps settled for that too easily out of laziness.

            Part of what made this novel considered good was its treatment
       of the Indians in the story.  Only some of the description of their
       lifestyle and practices really struck me as realistic.  The Indians
       often used the same stodgy language that the white men and the
       author used.  (Well, perhaps if the only English they heard was
       stodgy, they would use stodgy language.)  Somehow it just did not
       sound like language that Indians would use.  The Indians were also
       not shown as paragons of tolerance either.  There clearly was no
       love lost between some of the tribes.  Probably worst was the old
       cliche that Indians lust after white women.  But the Indians were
       treated as full characters.  Some were good, some bad, but all were
       people.  They were not just bright animals or vicious demons.  They
       were full-fledged characters and some had real nobility.

            I have said a lot about the book without really mentioning the
       plot.  The story is set in what is now upper New York State during
       the French and Indian Wars.  An English party, led by Major Duncan
       Heyward, is being guided to Fort William Henry by Magua, an Indian
       scout.  Little do they know that Magua is working for the French and
       leading the party into a trap.  Then, in the best tradition of
       Tarzan, out of the wilderness comes the great white scout Hawkeye,
       accompanied by his faithful Indian equal Chingachgook and
       Chingachgook's son Uncas.  Chingachgook and Uncas are the only two
       survivors of the disaster that befell the noble Mohican tribe.  Our
       scouts chase away the treacherous Magua and agree to guide the party
       themselves.  But the evil Magua has more up his sleeve.

            If this plot strikes you as being more characteristic of a
       juvenile adventure film than of a towering classic, you are not
       alone.  Yet well into the 1800s, people were certain that the author
       who would be best remembered from that century would be James
       Fenimore Cooper and that Cooper's best work was _T_h_e _L_a_s_t _o_f _t_h_e
       _M_o_h_i_c_a_n_s.  And they were not entirely wrong. One hundred sixty-six
       years later there are still people responding to this story.  One
       twelve-year-old saw the coming attraction for the new film version
       and told his friend, "That's gonna be _a_w_e_s_o_m_e!"