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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 01/22/93 -- Vol. 11, No. 30


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

       Unless otherwise stated, all meetings are in Holmdel 4N-509
            Wednesdays at noon.

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       01/27  THE ENGINES OF CREATION by K. Eric Drexler (The Final Tool)
       02/17  ENTOVERSE by James P. Hogan (Fantasy Written as Hard SF)
       03/10  STEEL BEACH by John Varley (Near-Future Uptopias--
                       Or Are They?)
       03/31  WEST OF EDEN by Harry Harrison (Primitive Humans Vs.
                       Alternatively-Evolved Bio-Tech-Advanced Reptiles)
       03/31  Deadline for Hugo Nominations
       04/21  ARISTOI by Walter Jon Williams
                       (If This--AI, Virtual Reality, Nanotech--Goes On)
       05/12  THOMAS THE RHYMER by Ellen Kushner (Fantasy in a Modern Vein)
       06/02  WORLD AT THE END OF TIME by Frederik Pohl
                       (Modern Stapledonian Fiction)
       06/23  CONSIDER PHLEBAS by Iain Banks
                       (Space Opera with a Knife Twist)
       07/14  SIGHT OF PROTEUS by Charles Sheffield (Human Metamorphosis)

       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 mtgzfs3!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 mtgzfs3!leeper
       Factotum:     Evelyn Leeper     MT 1F-329  908-957-2070 mtgzy!ecl
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       1. Our next discussion will be about a science book.  In an attempt
       to  provide  background  for  many  of  today's novels, it has been
       suggested we read  Eric Drexler's _E_n_g_i_n_e_s _o_f _C_r_e_a_t_i_o_n, and here  is
       what Dale Skran has to say about it:

       After laser, moon rockets, and biotech, what is the hottest of  the
       hot  technology?   Nanotech!   If you don't know what it means, you
       are out of it!  Looking for the latest techie wet-dream?  Nanotech!
       Want  a  diamond  rocket  engine?   Nanotech? Want to live forever?











       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 2



       Nanotech!  Want to meet Keith  Henson  at  the  "Far  Edge"  party?
       Definitely Nanotech!

       Eric Drexler's _E_n_g_i_n_e_s _o_f _C_r_e_a_t_i_o_n details how tiny  engines  could
       be used to perform arbitrary physical feats with masses of garbage.
       Imagine an industrial technology  that  could  construct  a  rocket
       engine  out  of  perfect diamond one atom at a time!  Whatever this
       "nanotech" stuff is, I want it!  You can find out more about it  at
       our next meeting.

       2. It looks like the local town of Marlboro has deemed  the  Virgin
       Mary is an attractive nuisance.  Since nobody really remembers what
       she looked like, it seems odd to rule that she is attractive in the
       usual  sense,  but  attract  she  does.   Some  of you people might
       already have heard, but according to one resident of Marlboro,  she
       has  been showing up quite regularly in his back yard.  Last summer
       the gentleman went public with this case of "miraculous  trespass."
       Local church authorities have questioned the man and remain dubious
       that it is really the woman he claims  it  is.   I  know  my  first
       question  would be how he recognized her and the next thing I would
       do is get a police sketch artist to  get  her  divine  features  on
       paper.   Actually,  I  would  get about eight sketches of different
       women included the Blessed Virgin and head for Medugorje,  Croatia.
       I'd  see  if  the  women  there  who  have been seeing Mary show up
       regularly could pick Mary out of a line-up.  Is it the  same  Mary?
       Is it a franchise?

       Anyway, since last summer huge crowds of  Blessed  Virgin  groupies
       have  been  showing up to get their own glimpse of the little lady.
       I have heard no positive results, so far.  Anyway, the local police
       have told the guy that if he persists in seeing the Virgin Mary and
       telling people, he has to provide portable toilets for the  throngs
       of  believers.   This  is  a very interesting precedent.  Be warned
       that you can now be held  legally  responsible  for  any  religious
       visions  you  have.   Would-be Joans of Arc, be warned.  Before you
       may  allow  yourself  the  luxury  of  telling  others  about  your
       miraculous  experiences,  better  check to see if you can afford to
       fund the result.

       Say, I wonder if I can buy vision insurance.

       3. Members of the club, and people at AT&T  in  general,  that  the
       security  people  at  the  door  are  insufficient  to prevent some
       weirdos getting  in  the  door  and  counterfeiting  messages  from
       authentic  AT&T  people.   Bitten in this case was long-time member
       Ihor Kinal who apparently left his terminal unguarded and open  for
       someone to counterfeit the following message:

            I'm shocked, REALLY SHOCKED  to  find  the  lack  of
            accuracy    on   calendar   re-cycling   [re   Susan
            Hallander's message about 14  different  calendars].











       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 3



            SIMPLE  math shows that in every period of 11 years,
            there must be 3 leap years. [Barring the  quirks  at
            the   100   year   cycles  not  divisible  by  400].
            Consequently, calendars re-cycle every ELEVEN years.
            I'm amazed that this inaccuracy was first allowed to
            propagate and  that  furthermore,  your  astute  and
            varied readership has not brought you to task,

       I am certain that the _r_e_a_l Ihor Kinal  would  know  that  1960,  33
       years  ago, was a leap year and would not have a calendar identical
       to the 1993 calendar.  I choose to believe that the real Ihor would
       accept  my  statement  that  the real cycle is 28 years (as long as
       your stay away from a  century  mark  not  divisible  by  4).   The
       problem is perhaps this weirdo who passed himself off as Ihor tried
       to use math that was perhaps, as he  said  "_s_i_m_p_l_e  math"  but,  in
       fact,  simpler  than  the problem warranted.  Unfortunately if math
       this _s_i_m_p_l_e is being taught in the schools, it is  no  wonder  that
       the Japanese are whipping our butts in the marketplace.

       To which Ihor replied:

            OK, I'll admit my foolhardiness - 11 years  is  only
            the  cycle  for the initial days of the calendar.  A
            reference  shows  a  perpetual  calendar   with   14
            different calendars - why do you claim 28???

       There are 14 different calendars, but the cycle is 28  years.   Why
       14  calendars?   There are 7 different days that the year can start
       on and two different lengths of the year or 14 possible  calendars.
       However  the  cycle  is 28 years (assuming your stay clear of years
       that are multiples of 100, but not 400).  4 (the cycle for adding a
       day)  and  7  (the  number of days in a week) are relatively prime.
       That makes it very likely at the start that the cycle  would  be  4
       times 7 or 28.

       But is it?  Yes!  Think of it this way.  1992 was a leap  year  and
       it  started  on  a Wednedsay.  1996 will be a leap year and it will
       start two days earlier in the week, on a Monday.  2000  will  be  a
       leap  year again, and it will start two days earlier in the week or
       on a Saturday.  Each time you move forward four years the  starting
       day  of  the leap year moves back two days (or ahead five, which is
       the same thing) because in four years there  are  always  the  same
       number  of  days  (3x365)+366  and that number is two days short of
       being a multiple of 7.  We will have to go through 7 4-year  cycles
       before  the  starting day of the leap year will again be Wednesday.
       That is 28 years.

       Hey,  you  think  you're  dealing  with  kids?   I  am  a   trained
       mathematician.   And more than that, one of the problems I have had
       a particular interest in is modular math and the calendar.  You are
       dealing  with  one  of the few people who can look at any date A.D.











       THE MT VOID                                                  Page 4



       and figure out in his head what day of the week it  falls  on.  Ask
       any  of  my  friends who I have bored to death with this talent.  I
       know whereof I speak.

       4. I have received the following odd missive from Glenn Kapetansky.
       Make  of  it  what  you will.  I think there may be mathematical or
       philosophical implications.

            You made me laugh out loud on this  one,  two  lines
            *before*  your  punchline: "the poorest dirt road in
            Mississippi or the  sidewalks  of  New  York,  those
            great white ways are what made America great...

            I wondered: do you get paved  sidewalks  along  dirt
            roads?   Then:  weren't  the  "Great White Ways" the
            subject of violence and  protests  all  through  the
            60's  in Mississippi?  Then I realized I was doing a
            "Mark Leeper"-type critique of a Mark Leeper article
            ...   My  realization itself was something you could
            appreciate  ...  Suddenly,  I  had  one   of   those
            "infinite  mirrors"  sequences  of  self-replicating
            Mark Leepers filling my brain!

            So I kicked all of you out.  Possibly you got a kick
            out of it too.

       5. I am looking to borrow the January  1993  _A_n_a_l_o_g  (my  library's
       copy has disappeared).  If anyone can lend it to me for a couple of
       days so I can read the new Turtledove alternate  history,  I  would
       appreciate it.  [-ecl]

       6. Now that the inauguration is over, it's probably safe to  reveal
       that  one  of  our  Club  members actually went to high school with
       Hillary Clinton!  How about it, Frank--how was the big  do  in  DC?
       [-ecl]


                                          Mark Leeper
                                          MT 3D-441 908-957-5619
                                           ...mtgzfs3!leeper




            Randomness scares people.  Religion is a way to explain
            randomness.
                                          -- Fran Lebowitz



















                                DEUS X by Norman Spinrad
                    Bantam Spectra, 1993, ISBN 0-553-29677-9, $3.99.
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1993 Evelyn C. Leeper



          [This is the first of three reviews running in this issue having to
          do with religious science fiction.  The other two are THE BLOOD OF
          THE LAMB and LIVE FROM GOLGOTHA, and the three reviews should be
          read as a unit.]

               Good things come in small packages, they say, and this novella
          (it's slightly under 40,000 words) fulfills that concept.  There's
          more to chew on here than in a half-dozen bloated space weaponry
          novels.

               Spinrad is tackling much the same question as Camus and others:
          the dilemma of existence.  What is our purpose?  Does it depend on
          the existence of God, or is this purpose within humanity and/or the
          individual?  In _D_e_u_s _X, the earth has been so polluted that it's
          considered hopeless (shades of Camus's _P_l_a_g_u_e here?).  One possible
          escape is to download yourself into the Big Board, the worldwide
          electronic network.  But are you downloading your soul or just a
          simulacrum?  Father De Leone thinks it is the latter, and your
          "clone" is nothing more than (as he puts it) "a satanic golem."
          (That the latter phrase is clearly a mixed metaphor is worth
          noting!) because he does so believe, the Pope wants him to agree to
          be downloaded and to report back from the other side.  But somewhere
          along the line things go awry and take a very different turn from
          what everyone expected.

               Spinrad does make a couple of slips.  He seems to have bought
          into the common misconception of what papal infallibility means.
          (It does not mean that everything the Pope says is infallible, but
          that in matters of morals and faith the Pope is infallible when
          speaking as the "vicar of Christ."  I believe there have been only
          three such occasions since the doctrine was put forth in 1870.)  And
          he uses Gibson's simile of "a television receiver tuned to an empty
          channel" in a rather obvious fashion.  But these are scarcely major
          flaws--the infallibility is not a necessary under-pinning of the
          plot by any means.

               I _h_i_g_h_l_y recommend this book.  I even checked the exact
          classification (novel versus novella) so I would know exactly which
          category to nominate it in for a Hugo next year.




















                     THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB by Thomas F. Monteleone
                         Tor, 1992, ISBN 0-312-85031-X, $21.95.
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1993 Evelyn C. Leeper



          [This is the second of three reviews running in this issue having to
          do with religious science fiction.  The other two are DEUS X and
          LIVE FROM GOLGOTHA, and the three reviews should be read as a unit.]

               Unlike the other two "Christian religious fantasy" books I am
          reviewing here, this was a real disappointment.  The premise sounded
          promising: a scientist is hired by the Vatican to clone Jesus from
          the blood on the Shroud of Turin.  (Yes, I know it's been shown to
          be only six hundred years old--Monteleone has an explanation.)  The
          child grows up, unaware of his identity until one day he is attacked
          by a mugger raises his hands to defend himself--and zaps his
          attacker into a pile of ash with a lightning bolt from his hands.
          Jesus-2--or as he knows himself, a priest named Peter Carenza--
          reports this to his superior, who informs Rome.  Peter is called to
          Rome and discovers the secret of his identity.

               Unfortunately, to pad out his story, Monteleone throws in
          sadistic criminals hired by the Vatican, television evangelists who
          are secretly living lives of luxury and debauchery (talk about
          stereotypes!), and a variety of other low-lifes.  The result is some
          overly graphic descriptions of torture and of sex which (in my
          opinion) were not necessary.  It is satisfying to see Jesus-2 take
          on the televangelists on a television talk show.  And it is nice to
          find out that Robert Burns was right many times over.  But there was
          a lot more that could have been done.  (The obvious omission that
          comes to mind is the whole question of nature-versus-nurture, which
          may be too scientific an approach for what Monteleone, but certainly
          occurred to me as something worth developing in this story.)  On the
          whole the book didn't deliver on its promise and was ultimately
          disappointing.





























                            LIVE FROM GOLGOTHA by Gore Vidal
                      Random House, 1992, ISBN 0-679-41611-0, $22.
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1993 Evelyn C. Leeper



          [This is the third of three reviews running in this issue having to
          do with religious science fiction.  The other two are DEUS X and
          THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB, and the three reviews should be read as a
          unit.]

               Coincidentally, both this and _T_h_e _B_l_o_o_d _o_f _t_h_e _L_a_m_b (which I
          was thinking of as "the two Jesus books I was waiting for") arrived
          at the library on the same day.  Actually, with _D_e_u_s _X, which I am
          also reviewing in conjunction with this, they make an interesting
          trilogy.  _D_e_u_s _X is about the Father, _T_h_e _B_l_o_o_d _o_f _t_h_e _L_a_m_b is about
          the Son, and this is about the Holy Ghost.

               Well, _a ghost anyway.  To be precise, a hologram from the late
          1990s appears to (Saint) Timothy in the First century and tells him
          of his mission.  A computer hacker in the 1990s is destroying the
          texts of the Gospels and, using the same time-travel technology the
          hologram is using, is destroying the originals so that even hard-
          copy texts aren't preserved.  To preserve Christianity, Timothy must
          write a gospel and conceal it so it will survive, hidden from the
          hacker's eyes, to be discovered in the 1990s and renew the Christian
          religion.  And in his spare time, could Timothy go back in time and
          host the coverage of the Crucifixion for the television networks?

               The book is designed as a social and spiritual commentary
          rather than as hard science fiction, so perhaps it is needlessly
          picky to observe that the time travels aspects of _L_i_v_e _f_r_o_m _G_o_l_g_o_t_h_a
          are not always consistent or rational: surely if the hacker can go
          back in time to erase Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, he can do the
          same to Timothy when that book appears.  And why do the various
          travelers recruiting Timothy remember the other gospels if the
          hacker _i_s erasing them from their very beginnings?  But in his
          "modernized" re-telling of the early days of Christianity, Vidal
          lets the barbs fly.  What really got the Romans upset was Jesus
          taking over the money-changers in the Temple and lowering the prime
          rate.  Jesus's brother James is trying to set up a rival religion
          from Paul--who never actually met Jesus but preaches a heck of a
          sermon and tap dances at the same time.  (His other activities are
          even more outrageous.)  Unabashedly irreverent, _L_i_v_e _f_r_o_m _G_o_l_g_o_t_h_a
          is not for everyone (Vidal seems to be at times taking _T_h_e _S_a_t_a_n_i_c
          _V_e_r_s_e_s for inspiration, and there will undoubtedly be those who take
          offense), but I'm nominating this for the Hugo.











































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                                  LORENZO'S OIL
                         A film review by Mark R. Leeper
                          Copyright 1993 Mark R. Leeper



                 Capsule review:  How did two parents with no
            medical background find a cure for the previously
            terminal disease that afflicted their son?  You
            actually will understand, step by step in this true
            story part intellectual puzzle, part political
            statement about the medical community, part story of
            a family medical tragedy.  We need more films like
            this.  Rating: +3 (-4 to +4).

            A friend heard I was going to see _L_o_r_e_n_z_o'_s _O_i_l and said we
       should be sure to take handkerchiefs.  He had seen one _L_o_r_e_n_z_o'_s
       _O_i_l.  My wife saw the film as a political tract against the medical
       establishment.  She saw a different _L_o_r_e_n_z_o'_s _O_i_l.  The film I saw
       was neither of those two movies.  I saw a film that was the logical
       successor to _T_h_e _S_t_o_r_y _o_f _L_o_u_i_s _P_a_s_t_e_u_r and particularly
       _D_r. _E_h_r_l_i_c_h'_s _M_a_g_i_c _B_u_l_l_e_t.  It is the story of people who start
       with a scientific puzzle that is also a tragic problem.  And step by
       step, with the tragedy eating at them, they solve the problem.  And
       though it is about a complex medical problem, the solution process
       is always comprehensible, so much so that at one point I found
       myself whispering to my wife the solution to a piece of the puzzle
       that the characters had not yet figured out.  Here I am learning
       about a disease I'd never heard of when I saw down and I wanted to
       shout a medical hypothesis at the screen.  (I was right, too, except
       what I called a "constructor" they called an "enzyme.")  Anyway,
       that is the film I saw and I had a great time!

            This is a true story as enthralling as any from Paul de Kruif's
       _M_i_c_r_o_b_e _H_u_n_t_e_r_s or Berton Roueche's accounts of medical detective
       work.  Augusto Odone (played by Nick Nolte) and his wife Michaela
       (played by Susan Sarandon) are perplexed when their five-year-old
       son Lorenzo (played by Zack O'Malley Greenburg) starts throwing fits
       of anger and losing his coordination.  Eventually the boy is
       diagnosed as having an invariably fatal disease,
       adrenoleukodystrophy (ALD).  Because the disease is so rare, the
       medical community had funding for only limited research.  Less
       effort seemed to be expended in research than in helping parents
       cope with the medical crisis.  So Augusto and Michaela, neither with
       a medical background, set out to do their own research and,
       remarkably, found their own cure.  (Not really a unique story,
       however.  When the nuclear physicist Leo Szilard developed a
       terminal case of bladder cancer, he turned his attention from
       physics to medicine and discovered his own cure.  This was a case of
       "physicist, heal thyself."  Of course, Odone was not even a
       scientist.  He was a banker.)











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            Susan Sarandon does a very good job of conveying the anxiety of
       a mother trying desperately to save her child and coping with a
       senseless guilt because genetically ALD is passed by the mother.
       Nick Nolte has problems with the Italian accent, but otherwise is
       quite good.  Peter Ustinov is, as always, a pleasure to watch, in a
       role not quite fair to the medical community.  George Miller, best
       know for the "Mad Max" films, directed and co-wrote the screenplay.
       As a physician himself, he can explain the medical aspects in nice,
       clear, simple terms.  His direction is, however, a bit heavy on
       religious imagery and in gratuitous overhead shots.

            This is a film written for an intelligent audience, and
       intelligent audiences should find it very rewarding.  My rating is
       +3 on the -4 to +4 scale.