A pretty mesmerising interview by the amazing Terry Gross today on Fresh Air i.a. told the story of beleaguered and betrayed Molly Kyle (pictured) of the Osage nation almost a century ago, in Oklahoma. Because the local tribe had been given a bit of land by edict of the then current U.S. president, only to find rich oil resources on Molly's part of the land - and surroundings - greedy & soulless white men moved in, married the women to get a legal title by marriage, and then proceeded to murder them - either quickly, e.g. by a gunshot to the back of the head, or slowly, by poisoning...
It's hard to grasp how bigotted these men - and U.S. society in general - were at that time, to have something like this happen over a relatively long time. How Osage natives were treated judicially as only partial citizens, as incapable of managing their own wealth, and finally as a bloody means to oil barony. At round about the time one of my favourite novels was being written: The Great Gatsby.
But then, only a decade later, my own nation was gearing up to give even greater & far more vicious murderers absolute power over millions of people, and killing many of them after stripping them and their kin of all means of earning income, then of all they owned, then of their lives!
So, as a German, a child of children who lived at that time, all I can really do - with singular vigour - is point out just how deadly hate & bigotry can become. We are living at a time, when we've been living a good life in the 1st World for several decades, on average... so now we look idly on, as every 5th or 4th person surrounding us - together with attention-greedy "big" politicians - is kick-starting the great & bloody hate machine again: In the United Kingdom break'xiting away; in the U.S.A. to help an old redneck surf a wave of whining hate into the vicinity of the nuclear football; in France in just a few days to decide on the fate of the EU.
We can. Or we can gear up - with thousandfold vigour - for another, more global "no hate" campaign!
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I suppose a generally well-readable new novel by a German fantasy great, laid out & backgroundwise couched in some pomp (to align it with the "royal" precursors Star Wars & Dune?), as well as indications by a non-s.f.-consuming friend that I might be reading too many comics, made me wonder whether musical themes of s.f.(-like) movies might not also be worthy of a more critical listen...
So, apology to the virtual mentor of this blog (cf. blog name) up front, I herewith go into rant mode on a random sample of three. ('Tis fun!)
Zimmer's hammering on the new Batman trilogy
When you hear the blare of Mr. Zimmer's fanfare theme for the best detective in the (comic) world, your manly cockles - insofar as you possess some - rise. You think of your hard life, trying to retain some semblance of ethics in surroundings of great egotism, especially by your male colleagues/friends - "see how (much better) I do things, isn't it great?!". Of how you train at night, with just your computer - and perhaps some small flying mammals for company - to keep your mind focussed, as well as open for new scientific aids to a more reasoned & reasonable life! You vow to battle against hate & humans turned by it, and hope some cat-like wisewoman will pick you out of your funk, and carry you away to Paris. Macho factor: 6 out of 10 cockles.Strauss's super triumphal fanfare at the 'dawn'
Kubrick didn't trust modern composers to give his "good s.f. film" - his challenge to author Clarke at the inception - a truly grand tonal accompaniment. So he opted in Strauss, and his operatic ode to a German superman, dreamt up by radical thinker Nietzsche... Earth & moon roll out an ever louder crescendo - the rising sun gets the heavily beaten timpanies. All of this right at the beginning to break your protective awe sheath and get you wallowing deferentially the rest of the movie!Goldsmith's introduction of the new warlike Klingons
Hey, Star Wars reanimated the s.f. movie scene with its wild action and special effects, so no wonder the Trekkies at 20th C. Fox decided to add a little more "Wars" to their franchise, when they finally saw a profit margin for a first Trek movie, little later! The pepper in the philosophy soup was this hair-raisingly simple scene introducing the new "fiercer look" Klingons - getting clobbered by their own special methods of diplomacy... Rrrrang-ring-rang!
Zimmer's ode to a Wonderful fem icon
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Just a short final shot at blog diarism in the New Year...
Two days ago I serendipitously visited the Berlinale - something I rarely do, probably because you have to book tickets in advance - and saw the Philipino documentary entry MOTHERLAND (cf. YT trailer) in the Forum category of the festival. It was a very honest portrait of just one of the overfull maternity wards of a big Manila hospital. It was very well prepped/edited, because the camera gets very close to the women about to give birth, or staying in the ward until the new-born are healthy & constantly gaining weight. I - single man in middle age - learnt a lot, i.a. what K.M.C. stands for!
What I thought really great about taking in the movie, as well as noticing how much I was learning, is that it prods at the potential of what one might pick up when one actually visits a place elsewhere on the planet, that is utterly new, in person. Picking up not only the audiovisual, but all of what a new corner of reality has to offer. If I have the means to go to such places, everyday boredom seems foolish.
I also started to read the docutainment "novel" OONA & SALINGER, written by a French Canadian author, about the dalliance between the famous author named in the title, who wrote little but has become cult, and the later wife of Charlie Chaplin, mother of i.a. Geraldine. She was the daughter of famous Irish-American playwright Eugene O' Neill, who apparently didn't treat her particularly well. Oona & J.D. met at around the time she became one of the first-ever It Girls, very young, but hanging around the (in?)famous Stork Club in New York. It promises to be a very interesting read, even though it starts very introspectively on the side of the "novel"'s author. A typically french-language writing affectation?
Interesting reading/seeing/hearing times! Vivat!
