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Does anyone want to help with a little web-based hunt?
A few years ago, I got some used comics for my own kids. I got the comics (I think) at the Granite State Comicon in New Hampshire in 2013.
Anyway, one of the comics has a note inscribed in it, and I thought it might be fun to try to reunite the comic with the person who got the note. The internet and social media seems to be a good tool for this type of thing. So here are the facts, please feel free to help me out and to solve this little mystery.
1- The comic was published in the 1973, Walt Disney Comics Digest Special. The comic features Donald Duck and his family. (Scrooge McDuck, Huey, Dewey, and Louie, etc.)
2- Inside the front page, the note reads: “Michael- Scott + I have gone to Hockey. Go in the house next door- do NOT cut the pumpkin until Dad gets home- Mom.”. So the clues are that the the person (boy) who received the note was Michael. He had a brother (probably a brother) named Scott, and that he lived with his parents.
3- Probably (but we are not sure) the note was written in the 1970’s when the comic book was published. There is a good chance that it was a family living in the North-East. Although neither of these are confirmed.
4- Mom’s handwriting is bold and neat.
5- Other clues: The note was probably written around Halloween or Thanksgiving (with the reference to a pumpkin and hockey).
So feel free to forward this, either through your own blog or social media and let’s see if we can find Michael! The comic is sitting at my desk in a ziplock bag and I will mail it to him if we can ever figure out who he is.
ps: I realize that there are a lot of Michaels and Scotts in this world and that many families have hockey practice and buy pumpkins, so I realize that this might all be unresolvable, and that’s fine. If nothing else, it’s something fun to consider for a few minutes.
thanks all- Armand
So Ray Bradbury’s dark vision of an illiterate society, as described in Fahrenheit 451, has not to pass in the USA. Books were never banned, at least not here. I know there are many other countries where books are heavily censored. In fact, just recently, the Chinese Communist government was accused of kidnapping several Hong Kong booksellers.
But here in America, we have plenty of reading choices. You can buy books about just about everything. There are books about politics, books about religion. You can find books about overthrowing governments and books about sex. You can buy porn, horror and experimental books about nothing at all. Very little is off the table.
In that sense, you could argue that the novel could be dismissed as being anachronistic. Is this day and age of computer viruses, data hacking, cameras in every phone, GPS tracking, and terrorist organizations who use Youtube, who really thinks of books as any sort of threat? Books have been replaced, outsourced, and outstripped by the new media. And yet… somehow, Fahrenheit 451 still feels relevant. And here’s why: if you take away the most sensational aspect of the novel- that of banned books and book-burning- F 451 does a great job of holding a mirror to a consumer culture that is driven by distraction.
Two of the most telling moments of the novel are small moments. In one of them Guy Montag tells his wife, Mildred, that he feels lost and empty, that he has a sense that something is wrong with life, but does not have the ability to articulate it. Mildred offers him some advice. The suggests that he should take the car and drive really fast in the countryside. She says she does it sometimes when he’s not around and the high speeds invigorate her. Even better, she sometimes hits dogs or rabbits, and that’s thrilling too. This disturbing call to violence and speed is how Mildred distracts herself.
In another sequence, Montag, on the cusp of dropping out of society, is trying to memorize a bit of the Bible on the subway. As he reads the same line over and over again (It’s: Consider the Lilies of the Field), a commercial keeps playing on the subway’s speaker system, advertising Denham’s Dentifrice (Dentifrice is an old fashioned word for toothpaste). This passage soon becomes a battle with Montag speaking louder and louder, trying, in his own verbal way, to defend himself from the wash of advertising.
Even though F451 was published in the early 50’s, a time when our culture was far less tolerant of violence and sensation in the Media, he somehow managed to predict our own age of infinite distraction. Our media landscape is disproportionately dominated by references to sex scandals, interpersonal violence, fear-mongering, and a constant flow of plaintive social-media. Thus the nightly news will devote 30 seconds to a topless bike ride in Seattle, 30 seconds to a video showing a teacher spanking a child in Texas, 30 seconds to a social media faux pas committed by a TV star, and 30 seconds to a the loss of 2,000 jobs in, say, Ohio. Only one of those is likely to affect the lives of tens of thousands of people, but the newshour gives them each equal weight in terms of coverage.
The constant display of the embarrassing, the sexually charged, the violent, the revolting, the terrifying becomes a festival of distraction. You don’t have to drive around in a car and run over rabbits. You can just watch video of someone else doing it and then- like looking into the infinite recession of two mirrors facing each other- you can view the social media’s reaction to it, and the social media’s reaction to that reaction and so on…
And if you are a reader like me, you already have empathy for poor Guy’s attempts to memorize part of a book in a public space, because thanks to the ubiquity of TV screens, cell phones, and tablets, it had become harder and harder to find quiet spaces. Every other time I’m on the bus, I am “treated” to someone else’s music, usually streamed from their cell phone. Libraries have more computers, bringing in more folks who will congregate, camp-out and chat. Many restaurants now feature TV’s in corners, above the bar, and even (sometimes) in booths. And if they don’t have TV’s, people will bring in their tablets, and you have a chance of sitting next to some kid who is happily play a noisy video game.
But, in some ways, this is just the skin of the issue. In my case, I feel like F451 issues a personal challenge of sorts. The book asks of us: Can one live a life without distraction, or at least with, less distraction, and here we need to once again return to Bradbury’s saddest character, Mildred. As we discover in the beginning of the book, Mildred is horribly, frighteningly unhappy, but she lacks even the tools to understand that she is unhappy. To her, life must be a series of distractions, provided by high speed driving, sleeping pills, a TV room (where all four walls have screens), and sensational TV shows (Like a show that consists mostly of clowns chopping each other apart with axes). And so Mildred is deeply disturbed and sad, and she doesn’t quite understand it. She might be able to dig herself out of her hole, but she assumes that her hole is the entire universe.
In some way, Mildred’s problem becomes the most vital part of the book. It reminds us that our own challenges are personal. How much do we dwell in our own holes, and how much do we distract ourselves from this? Do Facebook feeds keep us from having to regard important personal issues? Does the infinite ability to conjure up content on our cell phones keep us from better, more valuable work? Does giving our children access to video games take away time that might be spent on working, failing, succeeding, and creating real things?
The answers to these questions, of course, are complicated, but worth considering. Like the case of poor Mildred, does the roar of the Media, and the culture of noise, and the culture of shopping offer so much distraction that one need never grapple with one’s true nature? Does the attraction of a Hi-Def screen keep us from sitting outside and listening to the birds at sunset? Do we see less of our own home and neighborhood? Do we better know our own town, or do we better know the virtual world? We can debate all these things, and indeed there are ongoing debates and discussions, but it would be a bad idea to ignore the question of distraction that Bradbury posited over 60 years ago.
I have not read so much fantasy since I was in my early 20’s, and it seems to have reawakened my taste for classic fantasy. I began to search around for a good fantasy series that was epic in style, but also somewhat more heroic in form than the other stuff I had been reading.
To that end, Robin Hobb’s Ship of Magic has served nicely. Like the aformentioned, it is well written, contemporary fantasy that does not blink in the face of grittiness or moral ambiguity, but it is more heroic and romantic in style than Game of Thrones. The plot is better structured than The Magician’s Land, and less bleak that Abercrombie’s First Law series. Additionally, the series is by a female author and features complex and well-thought-out female characters, both of which qualities are sometimes hard to find in the genre.
While not perfect, Ship of Magic came through for me. The story is strong and the characters (well, most of them) are compelling, and Hobb does a nice job of world-building, providing moments of empathy and understanding, as well as tricking and surprising us. The plot, like the sea serpents that haunt this book, has teeth and moves both above and below the surface. Continue reading
I have not been blogging much lately, but there is a very good reason for this, which is that I am spending my time working on my new novel, The Xildjian Codes. The Xildjian Codes is a bit of a departure for me. It is neither a supernatural pulp thriller like VampCon, nor is it a collection of contemporary literary short fiction, like Bringing Ararat.
I am nearly done with the first draft and, moving at the speed of a glacier (my usual speed), I hope the have thing wrapped up before 2017. I will endeavor to do a a better job of posting updates here.
“I’d far rather be happy than right any day.”
“And are you?”
“No. That’s where it all falls down of course.”
**I just finished rereading (for the 4th time) The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. Adams was witty, funny, sarcastic. He carried a wonderful sense of the absurd. His work may have been in the genre of comic sci-fi, but his commentary is on the modern human condition.
Yes- I am still reading Moby Dick…
here is another great quote from Melville:
There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.
Herman Melville, on the Sisyphean task of novel writing:
“….God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is but a draught- nay, but a draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash and Patience!”
– Melville, Moby Dick. Chapter 32.(1851)
**Ironically, this “draught of a draught” is none other than Moby Dick.