MT VOID 12/06/19 -- Vol. 38, No. 23, Whole Number 2096

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Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society 12/06/19 -- Vol. 38, No. 23, Whole Number 2096

Table of Contents

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Small Note on Email Distribution of the MT VOID (comments by Evelyn C. Leeper):

Because our ISP (Optimum) has started randomly deciding we are sending out spam, and so cuts off our outgoing email for a day or so before turning it back on, we occasionally have to mail the MT VOID from my Gmail account. And even then, there may be a delay. And of course, Yahoo groups is having its own delays as they are changing over to mailing lists only. So if the MT VOID comes from a different address, or late, that's why. [-ecl]


The Theory and Origins of Spicy Food (comments by Mark R. Leeper):

I have had a couple of occasions in this past week to eat hot foods. One of the more harmless of my reputations among friends is that if no other part of me is really in Machismo, my tongue is super-macho. I grew up with a pallid cuisine that was an amalgam of Eastern European and American. (Why did somebody with an English-Irish name like Leeper grow up with Eastern European food? Well, that's another story for another time.) In any case, as I have grown older and did not become athletic or otherwise sports-minded, I have noticed a lot of otherwise macho-seeming men cringe at the taste of a little hot pepper in their food. Like me, they probably grew up with bland food, but I grew a little more tired of it than they did. So I have come to like food that sent others screaming from the room. My dog decided for himself to stop begging for table scraps. The most sadistic Indian, the cruelest Szechuan, the vilest Mexican chefs had no horrors for me.

In the shelves of my refrigerator jalapeno mustard nestles against jars of Tabasco peppers. Oh, and don't let anyone tell you jalapenos are as hot as they come. Tabascos, the stuff they dilute with vinegar to make the famous sauce, are hotter. And the people who bottle them have to dress up like they're handling plutonium--I've seen them. Tabascos in their native state, however, come packed in vinegar. I can only guess whether they would match the dreaded green peppers you get dry in Indian restaurants. The most potent I have ever had our guide picked off a tree in the Amazon. Little orange peppers the size of blueberries. The fact that they are so small is the best argument I know for there being a merciful God.

Then there is another whole breed of hot. This is the mustard and horseradish sort of hot. These don't burn your tongue. The good ones just give you three hours of cluster headaches in about five seconds. A really good, freshly ground horseradish is quite nice. Then there is Japanese wasabi. That is a sort of green horseradish that you get with sushi. Less than the amount to cover the tip of a chopstick is a wasab. (I have defined a wasab as a unit of strength equivalent to dropping one volume of the New York Yellow Pages on your nose from one foot up.) As a way of estimating, one standard slice of Grossinger's rye bread, generously spread with Frank's Mr. Mustard--the best mustard in the world--and diluted with one-eighth in thick slices of a good kosher salami will total about four or five wasabs. Divide that by the number of bites you'd get out of it and you get an estimate of the effect of each bite.

But in any case, what started me thinking is that I started looking at a jar of peppers in my refrigerator and I concluded that in a world of perversity there is no such thing as a reliable defense. Huh? Well, you see, way back somewhere there was a family of peppers with a problem. What was eating them? I don't know--insects or something. Anyway, a couple of the kids were different. They had developed some sort of irritant. Insects that tried to take a bite out of them would fly off doing whatever the insect equivalent of cussing was. So these peppers had a good thing going and lived to reproduce with each other. First thing you know, they have established themselves and have big families. An insect bites one of them and starts singing, "Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This." So the peppers start feeling really smug. They build their own country clubs, that sort of thing. Then, whammo! Along comes humans. The first few see the peppers. "Hmmm, pretty colors. Like nice fruit. Me bite.... Hmmm! Mama said there'd be days like this." And eventually little humans come along and say to littler humans still, "Here, have something nice to eat from the tree." The next ten seconds gave man the idea for the air-raid siren.

But eventually that little human got tricked and tried the hot peppersso many times that he got used to the taste. Then started putting the peppers in stews and things. Invited the older brothers and sisters and their families over for dinner. The Borgias used to use the same principle. Now things have gotten to the state that the pepper would be left alone by the humans if it didn't have the defense mechanism. After all, it isn't very big. Humans only eat the little peppers so they can enjoy having the pepper fight back. The worse a pepper defends itself against me, the more I like it. Rotten defense if you have so many masochists who look forward to the counter-attack. So go figure! [-mrl]


THE AERONAUTS (film review by Mark R. Leeper):

CAPSULE: With a little flare borrowed from Jules Verne, we get a story of two mid-19th century explorers who attempt to travel by balloon higher above the Earth than any humans had ever been to that point. The two leads from THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING, actors Felicity Jones and Eddy Redmayne, are reunited in a piece of proto-science fiction. Of their two characters one is serious and in the process of inventing what will be the new science of meteorology. The other is a daredevil adventurer for whom the record-breaking flight is little more than a publicity gag. Ms Jones is an exciting woman taking a bite out of life and in return it may well take a bite out of her. Directed by: Tom Harper; written by: Jack Thorne. Rating: +3 (-4 to +4) or 9/10

Though THE AERONAUTS is not based on a Jules Verne story it shares with 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA and JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH (especially the James Mason versions) the same sort of sense of wonder and the ageless fun I would have loved at age 6 or at 60. Our adventurers enter a world where no human has visited and where they do not know the dangers they will be facing.

Two people who do not care for each other share a balloon to travel to what they hope will be a world record high flight. They will several times be hanging onto ropes and wicker within inches of a spectacular and horrific death. This is my last day of November 2019 and I just saw the film I have enjoyed the most of any film I have seen this year.

This is a film with modest visual imagery to prove to filmmakers how much visual imagery can be done with a minimum of digital effects work. The effects could have been done full size with some rope, some wood, and a few other gimcracks.

As a companion to this film the Smithsonian provided a nice article "Age of the Aeronaut":

I rate THE AERONAUTS a +3 on the -4 to +4 scale or 9 out of 10.

Release date: Dec 6, 2019

Film Credits: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6141246/reference

What others are saying: https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/the_aeronauts

[-mrl]


SCROOGE/A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1951) and Other Christmas Movies (letters of comment by Paul Dormer, Gary McGath, Kevin R, and Keith F. Lynch):

In response to Mark's comments on SCROOGE (1951) in the 11/29/19 issue of the MT VOID, Paul Dormer writes:

A favourite in my family, too. It's usually on TV at some time when I stay with my sister over Christmas. Alastair Sim in the title role is a joy to watch, especially in the final scenes after awakening. Plenty of other great British actors of the period, as well, George Cole, Jack Warner, Kathleen Harrison, Michael Hordern.

A great music score, too, by Richard Addinsell (of Warsaw Concerto fame) with its use of the old ballad Barbara Allen. [-pd]

Gary McGath responds:

I like the Mr. Magoo version. It's hard to feel the story is dark when Magoo is playing Scrooge. The song "We're Despicable" has long been a favorite of mine. [-gmg]

Paul replies:

I remember seeing that in the early sixties, but I don't know if it has been shown on British television since.

I meant to add yesterday a snippet I had just heard on the radio. Dickens was doing a reading in Edinburgh and afterwards he was walking through a graveyard and saw a tomb stone that had on it the name Ebeneezer Scrogie. He liked the name, but wrote it down wrongly. Scrogie was described as a "meal man", i.e. he dealt in corn meal and the like, but Dickens mis-read it as "mean man" and given the Scots reputation for parsimony, thought that amusing. Shortly after, he wrote A CHRISTMAS CAROL.

Coincidentally, in last night's "Only Connect" missing vowels round, one of the categories was actors and films in which they played a ghost and the final question, which neither team got before time was called, was: MCHLHRDRNNDSCRG

[-pd]

Kevin R also replies:

From 1962:

"We're just blankety-blank-blank no good!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFTD9o7dB0w

When I played the miser in our school production, 5 years later, Quincy McG's performance certainly informed my own. I would have been all of 10 going on 11 in late 1967.:)

I know that one year, perhaps before our class did A CHRISTMAS CAROL, but probably in one of the next 2 years, the assembled school was shown the Sim SCROOGE. I was well-impressed by it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLMzzX8VuBg

The Magoo CC spawned a series, in which the near-sighted thespian took on other classic stories:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Famous_Adventures_of_Mr._Magoo

Sim voiced Scrooge in an animated version!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Christmas_Carol_(TV_special)

I liked the 1984 version with George C Scott, and the musical version starring Albert Finney had some wicked tunes, such as "Father Christmas."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRWkpIIlVMU

Happy Humbug!

[-kr]

Keith F. Lynch writes:

It's been 40 years since Henry Winkler ("The Fonz") played Scrooge. I don't recall whether I saw it, but I recall thinking that he was way too young for the role. Presumably they used makeup to age him. Why didn't they just give the role to someone the right age?

Today, he's just the right age to play Scrooge (74).

There are certainly plenty of other Christmas movies. For instance HOME ALONE and its sequel. (Macaulay Culkin is 39.) Or GREMLINS. (Zach Galligan is 55.) Or SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE MARTIANS. (Pia Zadora is 66.) Or MIRACLE ON 34TH STREET. (Natalie Wood has been dead for 38 years.) Or even the very first known Christmas movie, SANTA CLAUS, released in 1898, which can be watched for free on YouTube. (Dorothy Smith has been dead for 55 years.) [-kfl]

Paul responds:

Scrooge does appear as a young man in the Christmas Past sequences. In the film SCROOGE, the young Scrooge is played by George Cole. Cole had been more or less adopted by Alastair Sim and his wife--they first appeared together on film in 1941, when Cole was 16.

WHITE CHRISTMAS and IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE seem to be annual favourites on British television. But curiously, THE GREAT ESCAPE seems to get shown at Christmas regularly. [-pd]

Gary adds:

I like SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN. It shows a young Kris Kringle who is constantly at odds with the local authorities.

Yesterday, while waiting to see the doctor (a routine examination) I re-read a couple of stories from THE HUGO WINNERS, which I had brought with me. One was Clarke's "The Star." It's a Christmas story, in a manner of speaking.

I also re-read "All the Sea with Oysters." On the way out, I asked the lady handling my checkout if she knew why there were never enough safety pins and always too many coat hangers. She did! [-gmg]


This Week's Reading (book comments by Evelyn C. Leeper):

Our book-and-film group read THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE by Shirley Jackson (Penguin, ISBN 978-0-143-03998-3) and watched the 1962 movie. (The less said about the 1999 remake, the better.) One thing that struck me was Jackson's intentional avoidance of gendered pronouns in the description of Theodora's roommate. I'm sure in 1959 it would have been more of a problem if the rommate's gender was revealed, but now it would be just ho-hum. I amo sure someone will point out that I am drawing conclusions that Jackson never makes explicit, but I think she put enough clues in to make them valid. (Martha Wells's avoidance of gendered pronouns in the "Murderbot" series is also noticeable, but it serves a very different purpose.)

We have seen the film GETTYSBURG a dozen times before the latest (yes, really), but as proof that one can always find something new one had not noticed before, Mark observed that there was a cluster of three swords in the scene of General Armistead's wounding and capture that seems to be a copy of the sword placement in Jacques Louis David's "Oath of the Horatii". And when I watched Kilrain's face as Chamberlain is describing how to execute the bayonet charge, he appears to have a look of pure terror on his face I had not see before. [-ecl]



                                          Mark Leeper
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