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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 08/28/92 -- Vol. 11, No. 9


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

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

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       09/16  HO: THE SILMARILLION by J.R.R. Tolkien (Alternate Mythologies)
                       (HO 4N-509)
       10/07  HO: THE FORGE OF GOD and THE ANVIL OF STARS by Greg Bear
                       (The Fermi Paradox) (HO 4N-509)
       10/28  HO: Book Swap (HO 4N-509)
       11/18  HO: DOOMSDAY BOOK by Connie Willis (Plagues) (HO 4N-509)
       12/09  HO: A FIRE ON THE DEEP by Vernor Vinge (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.
       09/12  SFABC: Science Fiction Association of Bergen County: Michael
                       Kandel (author) (phone 201-933-2724 for details)
                       (Saturday)
       09/19  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. Sorry, you are  not  an  instant  winner.   But  thank  you  for
       playing.

       2. Like most American men I tend to  dread  opening  a  new  shirt.
       There  are a number of reasons why people hate the first wearing of
       a new shirt.  Of course, the first one is the  social  stigma.   In
       order  to  make  the  short  look  nice  in  the  package, they put
       something  into  it  called  shortening  or  sizing  or  something.
       Anyway,  it is intended to make the shirt look just gorgeous in the
       package even if the shirt will after washing look like  a  fugitive
       from  a  steam  grate.   I  think this stuff they put in shirts was
       invented by Mary Kay Cosmetics.










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       Then, of course, there's the danger to life and  limb  provided  by
       the  pins in the shirt.  They were always pretty scary, even in the
       days before AIDS.  But more recently they have gotten a lot  worse.
       They put little plastic heads on those babies to make them blend in
       with the shirt.  They apparently finally acted on  this  suggestion
       which  had been kicking around since 1965, when it was suggested by
       a Mr. Nguygen Tran of Hanoi,  North  Vietnam.   Only  a  camouflage
       expert  these  days can actually find and remove every one of these
       little beauties before actually putting on the shirt.   Of  course,
       then  they  either  rip  holes  in  the  shirt  or  stab the unwary
       customer.

       But the main thing I want to tell you about is those  little  slips
       that  say, "Inspected by #52."  How do you interpret that?  I mean,
       I know you know what "inspected" means, but what do you know  about
       #52?   Just  how good is he (actually in this case, she).  Well, so
       far the government has protected the shirt industry's right not  to
       tell the public, but my staff of spies have collected the following
       information, exclusive to readers of the MT VOID.

       #5, #33, #52, #56, #57, and #67 are all pretty good.  #63  is  also
       unless you get him on a Friday afternoon.

       #36 drinks on the job.  Try to avoid shirts she has inspected.

       #25 is really good, in more ways than  one  apparently.   He  stole
       #44's  wife.   There  are rumors about romantic weekends in Racine.
       #44's work has declined but, even worse, he has taken  to  sticking
       pencil  holes  in shirts after #25 has inspected them.  Best not to
       get involved with either of them.

       As their low numbers suggest, #3 and #16 have been  on  the  job  a
       long  time.   They met and fell in love on the job.  Their work was
       once good, but their daughter, the former #74, after inspecting for
       only  six  months,  ran  off  to  become a groupie for Iron Maiden.
       Well, not much of a  loss,  because  she  never  got  the  hang  of
       inspecting  pocket  stitching, but she broke #3's and #16's hearts.
       They just don't have their hearts in inspecting shirts anymore.

       #28 had printed up his own counterfeit "Inspected  by  #23  slips."
       Why,   I  don't  know.   Informed  sources  say  there  isn't  much
       difference in the quality of their work.   It  sort  of  became  an
       industry joke.  I will continue to investigate.

       Nobody would talk to us about #49.

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

            I can respect the men who argue that religion is true
            and therefore ought to be believed, but I can only feel
            profound moral reprobation for those that say that
            religion ought to be believed because it is useful, and
            that to ask whether it is true is a waste of time.

                                          -- Bertrand Russell









                            STARFARERS by Vonda N. McIntyre
                         Ace, 1989, ISBN 0-441-78053-9, $3.95.
                            TRANSITION by Vonda N. McIntyre
                    Bantam Spectra, 1991, ISBN 0-553-28850-4, $4.95.
                             METAPHASE by Vonda N. McIntyre
                    Bantam Spectra, 1992, ISBN 0-553-29223-4, $4.99.
                            Book reviews by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1992 Evelyn C. Leeper



               Ursula K. LeGuin describes this as "the most important series
          in science fiction."  It's not that good,  but the series does have
          a lot to offer.  It's a mix of old-time space opera/alien contact
          with modern-day politics and futuristic sensibilities thrown in.
          (It is similar to some of Michael Kube-McDowell's works in this
          regard.)  This is a mixed blessing.  While I think it's a good thing
          to have alternate family structures in a novel set in the future
          (the Republican Convention notwithstanding!), I found the picture
          here overly optimistic in their acceptance.  And would _a_l_l the main
          characters be bisexual?  In spite of my reservations about the total
          believability of this, I found the characters to be complex and
          fleshed out enough to be involving rather than just vehicles for the
          alien contact plot.  And the ship and its adventures bring back some
          of that sense of wonder from the old space operas.

               In _S_t_a_r_f_a_r_e_r_s we meet the crew of the Starfarer, Earth's first
          interstellar craft (and biosphere).  Earth politicians are trying to
          convert the craft to military use, so the crew decides to leave by
          jumping into another star system by following cosmic thread before
          this can happen.  In the process, they take along a few unwilling
          "crew members" who happened to be there when the ship had to leave.
          Oh, and Earth has fired an atomic warhead at them and their
          artificial intelligence net has been sabotaged....

               It's not spoiler to say that they solve these problems--if they
          hadn't there wouldn't be _T_r_a_n_s_i_t_i_o_n and _M_e_t_a_p_h_a_s_e.  In _T_r_a_n_s_i_t_i_o_n
          the Starfarer meets aliens (sort of) and _a_g_a_i_n has its net
          sabotaged, and ends by having to jump to yet another star system or
          be stranded....  In _M_e_t_a_p_h_a_s_e there are yet more adventures, the
          alien squidmoth, and a jump to _a_n_o_t_h_e_r star system at the end....

               If by now you see a certain cyclic nature to the series, you're
          right.  To call this a series is, to my mind, inaccurate.  It's a
          single story of as yet indeterminate length, with each book picking
          up where the previous one has left off.  So unlike some other series
          (such as Bujold's "Barrayar" or McCaffrey's "Dragon" series), you
          cannot read individual books or read the books out of order.  (Well,
          you can, but it would be like reading the chapters in a novel in
          random order, and the story would not be the better for it.)
          Strangely enough, it also reads like something that would show up on











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          television, though television tends to stay away from series in
          which the order matters--it's harder to syndicate them after their
          first run.  Still, the limited set of main characters, the episodic
          nature of their adventures (combined with the on-going theme of
          exploration), and so on make me wonder if this isn't at least
          influenced by the structure of television series.  (McIntyre is no
          stranger to television-related material, having written several
          "Star Trek" novels.)

               So my recommendation on this has to be somewhat tempered by the
          fact that this is an open-ended series.  If you like your stories to
          have a beginning, a middle, and an end, this is probably not for
          you.  The "Starfarers" has a beginning, a lot of middle, and no end
          in sight.  If you can accept that structure, I would recommend the
          series.



















































                                   RAISING CAIN
                         A film review by Mark R. Leeper
                          Copyright 1992 Mark R. Leeper



                 Capsule review:  Bizarre Gratia Bizarre.  Brian
            De Palma directs his own not-ready-for-primetime
            script.  He sew together big swaths from _P_e_e_p_i_n_g _T_o_m,
            _P_s_y_c_h_o, and others, then does not have the plot
            thread to hold them together in a decent story.  Very
            much a lesser effort of a decent filmmaker.  Rating:
            low 0 (-4 to +4).  (Warning: some spoilers occur in
            this review.)

            At one point Brian De Palma was a clever and innovative
       filmmaker.  _P_h_a_n_t_o_m _o_f _t_h_e _P_a_r_a_d_i_s_e is a terrific _t_o_u_r _d_e _f_o_r_c_e.
       Arguably it was De Palma who put Stephen King on the map with his
       excellent adaptation of _C_a_r_r_i_e.  De Palma also proved he could do
       Hitchcock thrillers as well as Hitchcock himself.  In fact, when De
       Palma's _O_b_s_e_s_s_i_o_n played concurrently with Hitchcock's _F_a_m_i_l_y _P_l_o_t,
       I claimed it was _O_b_s_e_s_s_i_o_n that Hitchcock should have been prouder
       of.  I also think that in spite of some of the obvious faults,
       _S_c_a_r_f_a_c_e is probably the most exciting gangster film of the last ten
       years.  But De Palma borrowed too often from Hitchcock, and his
       films like _B_o_d_y _D_o_u_b_l_e became too predictable.  Also he was the
       wrong director for _B_o_n_f_i_r_e _o_f _t_h_e _V_a_n_i_t_i_e_s.  You have to be very
       careful giving an escapist director a film of social comment.  Now
       he is back with a non-Hitchcockian thriller that he wrote himself.,
       but he is making a mess of things.  (It may be overstating things to
       call it his script; De Palma heavily plunders other films such as
       _S_y_b_i_l and _P_e_e_p_i_n_g _T_o_m.)

            Carter Nix (played by John Lithgow) is a child psychologist who
       so loves his baby daughter that he has taken two years off of his
       practice just to study her.  In fact, he constantly has cameras on
       her so that she never has a private moment.  (Yes, a directed steal
       from Michael Powell's _P_e_e_p_i_n_g _T_o_m.)  But we find out very quickly
       that Carter is stealing babies for a psychological experiment.  His
       wife Jenny (played by Lolita Davidovich) knows nothing of this and
       is carrying on her own secret life (with the accent on "carrying
       on").  The first mild absurdity happens in the first sixty seconds
       of the film, when a friend (played by Teri Austin) offers Carter and
       daughter a ride and just happens to have a spare baby seat in the
       car.  This is only a tiny absurdity and De Palma could have
       explained it, but chose not to in order to condition the viewer to
       accept larger and larger absurdities without explanation.  The
       climax of the film is a flabbergasting lulu requiring precise
       split-second timing to convince the audience that no events as shown
       could ever occur on planet Earth.












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            De Palma's script makes clear that he did not have enough story
       to fill a film.  While the _R_a_i_s_i_n_g _C_a_i_n length of 97 minutes is not
       actually outlandishly short, the film is only that long due to a
       lengthy sequence that is nothing but a throwaway adding zilch to the
       story but a gratuitous car accident.  At some point this film was
       probably written to be a _t_o_u_r _d_e _f_o_r_c_e for John Lithgow playing
       multiple roles, but in fact he just gives weak impressions of James
       Spader and Max Von Sydow (with exaggerated Swedish accent while
       playing a Norwegian).  This new film makes De Palma appear to be no
       so much raising cain as just being less able.  I rate it a low 0 on
       the -4 to +4 scale.