Sunday, April 16, 2017

Cheap Thrills: An Informal History of the Pulp Magazine by Ron Goulart

A few years ago, the great writer and deconstructor Alan Moore said this about modern culture:

“…I found something worrying about the fact that the superhero film audience was now almost entirely composed of adults, men and women in their thirties, forties and fifties who were eagerly lining up to watch characters and situations that had been expressly created to entertain the twelve year-old boys of fifty years ago. I not only feel this is a valid point, I also believe it to be fairly self-evident to any disinterested observer. To my mind, this embracing of what were unambiguously children’s characters at their mid-20th century inception seems to indicate a retreat from the admittedly overwhelming complexities of modern existence. It looks to me very much like a significant section of the public, having given up on attempting to understand the reality they are actually living in, have instead reasoned that they might at least be able to comprehend the sprawling, meaningless, but at-least-still-finite ‘universes’ presented by DC or Marvel Comics. I would also observe that it is, potentially, culturally catastrophic to have the ephemera of a previous century squatting possessively on the cultural stage and refusing to allow this surely unprecedented era to develop a culture of its own, relevant and sufficient to its times.”
Movies and TV are so expensive that going with a “known quantity”—something with decades of fandom goodwill behind it—rather than trying to build a franchise organically goes a long way toward ensuring a return on investment. Then there’s copyright law, which has been weaponized by huge corporations, in conjunction with the government, to protect corporate interests

I believe that we’re living in a very decadent era, and the fact that every other movie and TV show seems to be based around comic book concepts created circa 1940 is, as Moore suggests, extremely worrying. It’s even more worrying when you consider that so much of what was “created” in those early days of the comics was DIRECTLY RIPPED OFF from the pulp magazines of the 1930s and 40s. Which were themselves highly derivative.



I was thinking about this a lot while reading Ron Goulart’s Cheap Thrills: An Informal History of the Pulp Magazines (reprinted as an Ace paperback under only the subtitle, but with "Magazine" singular). Goulart mentions a couple of times throughout the book that the comics helped to usurp the pulps because their were drawn more than written, allowing the stories to get right to the action as quickly as possible, and to help the reader visualize that action, rather than having to go through hundreds of words of text, and page after page, to get to a single, static illustration. The comics also just outright stole from the pulps. Here’s something from Chapter Six, Doc Savage And His Circle:

“They didn’t think of using him as a comic book hero until 1940 [Doc Savage first appeared in his eponymous pulp magazine in 1933] and by then there was Superman. It’s obvious Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster had recognized Doc Savage’s potential much earlier. Dedicated pulp readers, the two young Cleveland boys borrowed considerably from [Lester] Dent’s character for their own super-hero. It isn’t because of coincidence that Superman’s name is Clark Kent and that he was initially billed as the Man of Steel.”

Doc Savage’s first name is Clark. Doc Savage was called The Man of Bronze. Goulart leaves out that Doc Savage had a “Fortress of Solitude” in the Arctic, which is mentioned in his very first adventure.

In original advertising, Doc Savage was actually called "SUPERMAN." Siegel and Shuster weren't even trying.

Then there’s Batman, whose creators shamelessly “borrowed” elements from the Shadow and Zorro (weirdly, Informal History only mentions Johnston McCulley once, and I don’t think he ever mentions his famous creation—although I could be wrong). Both wore dark clothes, they had alter-egos who were wealthy (the Shadow actually had several different alter-egos at first, and Lamont Cranston was only one of them—and wasn’t even intended to be the “real” alter ego to be aviator Kent Allard). They wore capes that masked their faces. But Batman stole even more—for instance, left out of Goulart’s book is the fact that the Shadow had an antagonist called “The Joker,” who dressed as a clown. The Shadow was called “The Knight of Darkness” in his pulp adventures and of course Batman is “The Dark Knight.” Batman’s first appearance is an out-and-out rip-off of a Shadow novel called “Partners of Peril.”



As popular narrative shifted from the pulps over to comics it was necessary to retain the archetypes that the pulps were exploiting. In Chapter Two, Heroes For Sale, Goulart points out:

“A good many of the products of popular culture have always been generated by the preoccupations and anxieties of children and adolescents. This means that the mass entertainments of any period will invariably be much concerned with action and identity… As kids move through the precarious territory between childhood and adolescence their absorption with roles and occupations grows. ‘They are sometimes morbidly, often curiously, preoccupied with what they appear to be in the eyes of others as compared with what they feel they are,’ writes Erik Erikson of young people in their later school years, “and with the question of how to connect the roles and skills cultivated earlier with the ideal prototypes of the day.” Popular entertainment that is going to appeal to youth, then, has to offer both distractions from and simplified solutions to some of the problems involved in getting from ten to twenty. One basic cultural product that offers both action and alternate identity is the fictional hero.”

This ties in neatly with what Moore says in the quote above, and, though it was first published in 1972, it could have just as easily been written last week. In the world of “antifa,” “the pussy hats,” “Russian hackers,” “twenty seven genders,” and “punching Nazis,” we have a popular culture that is dominated by adults obsessed with putting off taking on adult responsibilities in favor of a preoccupation with how they appear in the eyes of others—and in forcing others to see them as they see themselves. Introspection is scary and it’s even unnecessary when you KNOW YOU’RE RIGHT and everyone else is evil. So why face “reality”? Why not create your own? Trump didn’t win the presidential election—in fact, he lost the popular vote because RUSSIAN HACKERS. John Oliver and Samantha Bee told me so.

Also, there’s a new MCU movie opening in a couple of weeks.

In Chapter Three, Soldiers of Fortune, Etc, Goulart introduces us to a writer for a pulp called Adventure magazine, Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson:

“Major Nicholson, an ex-Cavalry officer, is the man who played an important part in killing off the pulp magazines. In 1934 the Major, after writing many pulp novelets about army action and an occasional historic yarn about the Borgias, decided to start his own comic book company. No one had as yet made a go of original, not newspaper reprint, comic books. Major Nicholson worked up a format combining pulp plots and action with funny paper directness. He hired out-of-work old-timers and young art students, paid little, and got out a line of magazines… The Major himself went broke and so it was his creditors who carried on with his line and its new titles Action and Detective. There are the comic books that introduced Superman and Batman and drew huge audiences away from the pulp magazine.”

In Chapter Eleven, Super Science, Goulart notes,

“When the rising Superman-DC company decided to expand they hired, significantly, a good part of [Thrilling Wonder Stories editor Leo] Margulies’ staff away from him. Editorial personnel like Mort Weisinger and Jack Schiff and staff writers like Alfred Bester and H.L. Gold.”

So the comics, which have provided so much of our modern culture, were originally created by people who graduated from the pulps, and people who ripped off the pulps. (Mort Wesisnger, by the way, was the editor responsible for the 1950s version of Superman, who was a surreal and hilarious character. See the Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen and Superman's Girl Friend Lois Lane comics for evidence.)

If you look at the bit I quoted from Chapter Three of Goulart, you’ll see a hint of another problem with our current, decadent culture. Major Nicholson is described as “an ex-Cavalry officer.” Indeed, most of the writers of the pulps had colorful, eventful lives full of real adventure. Goulart sketches out the backgrounds of many of them, of working as cowboys, soldiers, laborers, aviators, and so on, before breaking into writing. This is no longer common—many of our most successful writers today came up in academia, and got hired to write out of college. They spend their time on Twitter making snarky political statements in between writing sit-com scenes or comic book stories. They’re not drawing from their own unique experiences—they’re drawing on what they’ve already read, and simply re-writing it.

Re-booting, re-imagining, re-packaging, re-processing, re-cycling, re-configuring existing Intellectual Property.



This is certainly true of Moore, quoted above as being so worried about the state of our culture. He’s absolutely right. He’s also, as I described him, a deconstructor. Everything that he’s most famous for—Watchmen, Killing Joke, Swamp Thing, From Hell, Promethea, Lost Girls—is a “deconstruction”. His League of Extraordinary Gentlemen actually deconstructs pulp heroes in the public domain. Moore is a skilled artist and his work is miles above most peoples’. But he is still very much a theorist. He’s no Jim Tully, that’s for sure!

The entire concept of “adolescence” is fairly recent. When the pulps’ antecedents were born in the 1880s, most people got a few years of schooling, if that, then started at backbreaking, laborious jobs to help the family pay the bills. By the time the pulps were exploding in the 1920s there were people in cities who could afford to put off taking on adult responsibilities. Today we’re in an unprecedented time where kids can “be kids” until they hit their mid-20s, in many cases. And even adults with full-time jobs have, historically speaking, massive amounts of free time. And then, we have record numbers of people not working. And a culture that fetishizes youth. Combine all of these things with the seductive need for movie studios to produce mass entertainments and you get—well, you get 2017 in the United States.

If you’re at all interested in pulp magazines (and why the heck wouldn’t you be?) or if you’re interested in modern pop culture, An Informal History of the Pulp Magazine is must reading. It’s full of fascinating information about the concepts, creators, and publishers who built our modern culture, quite by accident, and often at less than a penny a word. Goulart writes in an easy-going, conversational style.

That style can actually get surprisingly snarky, and even judgmental. Take this for instance from Chapter Twelve, Odds & Ends:

“There is considerable torture carried on in the latter day horror pulps and a great deal of fascination with pain. Deformities, maimings, disembowelings are all presented in explicit, often loving detail. You’ll have to take my word for this, since this is one genre I am refraining from quoting. Various civic pressures, and the  real horror of the new World War put an end to most of the horror pulps by the early ’40’s. Fortunately, unlike what has happened in the case of the relatively literate Weird Tales, none of the material from any of the weird menace pulps has been preserved in books or else where, and the gruesome stuff is now as defunct as a mad doctor at the end of a Dime Mystery novelet.”

That sounds like an angry schoolmarm confiscating verboten reading material circa 1945. Considering that this book features a reminiscence by the great pulp author Bruno Fischer, who got his start writing some genuinely violent and gruesome stories for just such magazines, it’s a little bit hypocritical. Or at least ironic.

And in Chapter Ten, Tarzan and the Barbarians, Goulart quotes at length some awfully violent Robert E. Howard stuff. Just for starters—Goulart quotes a lot of violent action throughout the book, usually approvingly. Goulart’s making a judgment about the quality of the writing or maybe the attitude behind the writing. In his mind, the violence is “celebrated” in a way that he personally finds distasteful.

Also, in Chapter Eight, The Dime Detectives, he runs several excerpts from Robert Leslie Bellem’s Dan Turner, Hollywood Detective stories. Which were filled with horrible violence and casual racism. Death is treated like a punchline, and Dan Turner isn’t above tying a woman up and threatening to rape her if he doesn’t get the information he’s looking for. However, Goulart approves of these stories, and doesn’t refrain from quoting them. As he says:

“The first person style Bellem devised for these detective adventures of Dan Turner is so colloquial, flippant, tough and high-speed that Turner comes across as the best parody private eye ever done.”

So the Dan Turner stories, which include over-the-top gunplay, beatings, rape fantasies, and racism come across as “parody.” But the stories from the lesser known “weird” pulps are simply beyond the pale.

This is not to criticize the Dan Turner stories. They’re very amusing—but they are also very much of their time. But that’s kind of the point that Goulart seems to be dismissing here. The “weird” pulps were very much of their time, too. And there’s no reason not to reference them. Goulart almost comes across like a modern SJW, here: Using his position of authority as a scholar to decide what information his readers should have access to. It's a "weird" attitude to take (so to speak), especially so near the end of the book. It leaves a bit of a sour taste behind.

But don’t let that deter you from reading the book, if you’re interested. We’re living through a pulp era, even though the pulps are dead. The remnants are all around us: In the form of movies, video games, comics, and even popular fiction (Jack Reacher is certainly a “pulp hero”, which reminds me: I wrote a parody of the Jock Reacher novels entitled Melee Child: A Jock Scratcher Thriller. It’s available for Kindle and as a paperback, and it is so funny you will laugh and laugh while you read it). An Informal History of the Pulp Magazine is a great jumping-off point if you want to understand our current culture, or if you’re looking for some “new” authors or characters to track down. As it turns out, Doc Savage is still publishing new adventures. The Shadow's are being reprinted.


Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Case of the Loaded Garter Holster by Ennis Willie


In the Ennis Willie entry in Brian Ritt’s indispensable Paperback Confidential it says that “Willie cranked out twenty-one books between 1961 and 1965, then burned out and stopped writing…” The Case of the Loaded Garter Holster was originally published in 1964, along with six other books (!), with one single book being published in 1965. Meaning that by the time he’d written Loaded Garter Holster, Willie was already an old hand in the pulp game, and it shows.

The Case of the Loaded Garter Holster is some kind of masterpiece. I don’t just mean that in the Renaissance, put-everything-you’ve-got-into-one-work-to-show-off-your-skills sense, but also in the this-is-a-heckuva-fine-piece-of-work sense. It is entertaining and twisty as hell.

The book is the seventh (of eight) to feature Sand, “the man nobody walks on,” who was once a member of an organized crime syndicate. Somehow he managed to extricate himself from the criminal gang, but he has to remain constantly on the move because there are a lot of people who want him dead:

They had told him, Quit the organization and you’ll die, Sand. Nobody gets out. Especially not you. You’re big. You’re slated for the top. You’re tough. Some say you’re maybe the toughest man alive, but you gotta sleep, sometime you gonna need a woman. Quit and the organization will get you Sand. Walk out and you’re a dead man.

Loaded Garter Holster opens with Sand arriving in Miami with an “ugly .45 automatic riding in a snap-draw holster under his left arm.” As soon as he lands, he’s picked up a tail, but he can’t worry about that. He’s there because a young girl of eighteen or nineteen, Carmen, has died, apparently of a drug overdose—and he’s there to find out how she died and to avenge her death.

Sand’s interest in Carmen is personal. Her father saved Sand’s life when a hitman tried to kill him on  beach in Cuba. They killed the girl he was with, instead. But they did get him in the thigh. Sand, losing blood, ends up in the home of a scientist called Dr. Ramon Sanchez, who nurses him back to health. With the revolution in full swing Dr. Sanchez is worried his days might be numbered, so he asks Sand to look out for Carmen should anything happen to him.

Not long after arriving in Miami Sand gets a visit from Virginia Widner, a woman with a very fit body and freckles. To ensure she’s not keeping any secrets from him, Sand instructs her to empty her purse, then remove all her clothes. This she does, of course, and Sand is surprised to see that she keeps a .25 caliber pistol, “In a garter holster, no less!”

Virginia warns Sand to stay out of matters that don’t concern him, although she doesn’t reveal what her own interest in Carmen’s death. Sand doesn’t listen to her and starts his investigation. First it leads him to a man called Jack Cristy (sometimes spelled “Christy”), whom he finds on a boat with a young Cuban girl. Sand kicks the crud out of him.

Cristy was a bad boy. He liked to flash his pretty teeth and flex his muscles for the girls. And when he got mad he liked to break things. Right now he was pretty mad.

He came off the couch with a roar, his head lowered and his shoulders bunched under his T-shirt. He charged like a bull, with his eyes closed. He was a bad boy, but he was stupid.

Sand took his time and kicked him in the face. There was the smack of leather against meat, and then a thump as Muscle-boy’s fanny hit the floor.

Cristy tells Sand where to find Carmen’s ex, a guy called Greggory Brooks. This sends him up to Atlanta, and Sand detours to the apartment building where Carmen had had a room. He knocks on the Manager’s door and it’s opened by a beautiful blond who’s in the process of zipping up her dress. But: “She got a good look at his face and stopped trying. It was a chemical thing. They affected each other.”

Selina, the woman in the unzipped dress, happens to be the one who found Carmen’s body. She contradicts the idea that Carmen was working as a prostitute to pay for her heroin habit. She tells Sand that she stayed in her room most of the time, seeing very few people because she was apparently afraid of someone, or something.

In the meantime, Sand and Selina are affecting each other:

There was a feeling between them. It filled the room, the entire apartment. It was the thing they had both known immediately, the chemical reaction. They played with it silently and watched it grow.

And grow it does.

The taste of her red lips was real. The pressure of her warm breasts against his chest and the hollow of her sweeping back under his hand… real.

And maddening, because that was the way it was meant to be. This was still the buildup. The surge would come later. the explosion.

“Your face is hard,” she said. “You’re hard all over, every muscle. Are you a very bad man, Sand?”

“Sometimes I am very bad,” he said.

Her lips moved against him. “I don’t care. I want you. I want you so much I’m dying. Save my life, Sand. Squeeze me until I can’t breathe. Crush me! Bruise me! Crumble me into little pieces!”

As the above excerpts show, Willie was adept at writing both hardboiled and sleaze. Loaded Garter Holster is full of bursts of brutal violence and steamy passion. It’s also got some genuinely surprisingly plot twists. Sand meets Carmen’s ex, Greggory, who is a drunken mess after Carmen’s death. Sand begins working with the CIA, who are looking for some of Dr. Sanchez’s papers—documents that they think Carmen might have brought with her to the United States. Sand is also forced to break the heart of a woman who falls in love with him:

“You see all those men back there in the city? Their car’s not paid for and the house they left has a mortgage, but it also has a lawn they mow every weekend and afterwards there’s cold beer from the refrigerator that tastes good and they feel clean. They don’t even know it, but that’s because they’ve never wallowed in filth or sweated cold fear or killed a man before breakfast. That’s the kind of guy you need… A man like me could ruin that for you.”

He didn’t look at her because he didn’t want to see her cry. He knew that was what she was doing, not the loud willing they do when it’s mostly an act, but the gentle flowing of tears that come from somewhere deep inside.

I should also mention that Willie manages to do all this in a breezy one hundred twenty-seven pages, with nice wide margins and fairly large print. There might be 35,000 words to this novel. It’s entirely possible that Willie had more than just artistic considerations in keeping things so spare. First of all, if you’re writing novels of that length, it’s a lot easier to get seven of them done in a year. Second of all, I’ve heard stories that Camerarts, publisher of the Merit Books imprint, was edited by someone with very little consideration for artistic choices.

Camerarts might or might not have (allegedly!) been connected to an organized crime network in some capacity, perhaps as a means of laundering money. And it’s entirely possible that the editor wasn’t much interested in “editing,” and so when he was told to keep books under a certain page count, he would just rip out every page of any manuscript that went over that page count. Meaning that a lot of their books had, shall we say, abrupt endings.

The back page of the book has a Merit Books house ad dedicated to Willie’s books. There were seventeen available, with eye-catching titles like Carnal Madness, Twisted Mistress, Politician’s Playgirl, and So Naked! So Dead! At the top of the page there’s a blurb attributed to “Editor, RASCAL Magazine” (how could I have missed that one?) which states:

Unquestionably one of the top three popular fiction writers on the stands today. His women are voluptuous, earthy creatures whose unrestrained passions make them worthy of his 100% virile heroes. I, personally, read every Ennis Willie book I can get my hands on.

This book was published in 1964, meaning that this editor was putting Willie up there with Ed McBain, Richard Prather, John D. MacDonald, Dan J. Marlowe, Vin Packer, and so on. I’m not sure if that’s necessarily the case, but if The Case of the Loaded Garter Holster is any indication of Willie’s writing he was certainly a force to be reckoned with. I plan on reading more, tough as that's going to be-- Willie's books aren't widely available. I'm happy to see that at least two "Sand shockers," Sand's Game, and Sand's War, are currently available from Ramble House.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Some notes on the Jack Reacher books--men's adventure for women, and on Jock Scratcher

Women buy anywhere from 58%-64% of all books. For some genres that number is even higher—as much as 90% for romance novels, for instance, and around that number for erotica. So if you’re going to have a bestseller, it helps to appeal to women.

That is a big part of the genius of Lee Child. In the Jack Reacher books, he’s written men’s adventure novels for women. (Check out the Goodreads reviews of the Jack Reacher books and see how many of them are written by women.)

Jack Reacher is, like the Executioner, a drifter, going from town-to-town, and getting involved in one adventure after another. However, he’s not a brooding, rage-filled masochist who’s on a mission to avenge his family’s death at the hands of mobsters.

Reacher just doesn’t want to be tied down.

My friend Ed Gorman once told me a story of how he was invited to take a stab at writing an Executioner novel. In the ‘70s and ‘80s the Executioner books sold fantastically well, and publishing at a rate of one per month. They were formulaic, of course: Mack Bolan goes into a town and destroys it in his quest for revenge against mobsters, terrorists, what have you.

Ed wrote the first three chapters of a proposed novel. In the first chapter there’s a scene in which Bolan, in Miami, watches an attractive young woman get out of the pool, wearing just a skimpy bikini. Bolan notices how attractive she is. The editor called Ed and said this won’t do—the Executioner is driven by vengeance because his family died. Ed pointed out that the Executioner’s family had died ten years before. Eventually he’s going to start noticing attractive women again. It's human nature.

No, the editor said. The Executioner is focused. On vengeance. HE'S NOT HUMAN!


Jack Reacher is, by comparison, very human.

When Reacher travels to a new town, generally on a whim, he often drifts into the life of an attractive young woman, say, 28-35, who is a highly competent professional who has succeeded in life on her own terms. She might be in military or intelligence or private security or whatever—she’s Reacher’s equal intellectually and usually in experience. Or she’s on her way.

And here comes Reacher, an enormous, attractive man who doesn’t make plans. He helps the woman with whatever problem she’s having or investigation she’s spearheading. Along the way they become romantically entangled. Then, Reacher leaves town. She remains behind or goes back to the normal life she’s built for herself, to her highly successful career. (The exception is 2015’s Make Me, in which Reacher and his love interest, Michelle Chang, seem to take to the road together at the end of the book. Is Reacher going to “settle down”? Readers are still hanging on that particular cliffhanger, since the 2016 novel, Night School, was a flashback.)

Attractive, muscular, mysterious drifter blows into town. Meets attractive, professional, highly competent woman. They have a whirlwind romance and share an exciting adventure.

That is the plot of every other romance novel ever written. Almost every Jack Reacher book takes the romance novel template and grafts it onto a men’s adventure book. Jack Reacher isn’t an emotionally damaged sadist. Yes, he’s not shy about killing people, but all the people he kills have it coming. He’s not twisted by a desire to revenge or vengeance. He’s seen a lot of death from his military days onward, but it hasn’t scarred him. He’s a practical guy who doesn’t want to live a nine-to-five life. Doesn’t want to be tied down. He doesn’t play emotional games—he’s totally open and honest about “not making plans.” The women accept that. They’re intrigued by Reacher.

They sleep with Reacher.

Some of the sex scenes are—well, uhm. Here’s a little something from The Affair:

“We stood up again and kissed again. By that point in my life I had kissed hundreds of girls, but I was ready to admit Deveraux was the finest of them all. She was spectacular. She moved and quivered and trembled. She was strong, but gentle. Passionate, but not aggressive. Hungry, but not demanding. The clock in my head took a break. We had all the time in the world, and we were going use every last minute of it.” (Chapter 43)

There are a couple of pages of breathless undressing moving lower and “coming up for air” before we get to this:

“Then it was time. We started tenderly. Long and slow, long and slow. Deep and easy. She flushed and gasped. So did I. Long and slow, long and slow.

Then faster and harder.

Then we were panting.

Faster. harder, faster, harder.

Panting…” (Chapter 43)

This is romance novel stuff.



There’s also some fighting. Reacher survives on his wits and his understanding of human nature. This understanding is often—well, it’s questionable. Take this from Never Go Back:

“Whereupon he saw the two guys take up what he assumed were their combat stances, and then he saw them change radically. Tell a guy you’re going to fight with your hands behind your back, and he hears jut that, and only that. He thinks, This guy is going to fight with his hands behind his back! And then he pictures the first few seconds in his mind, and the image is so weird it takes over his attention completely. No hands! An unprotected torso! Just like the heavy bag at the gym!” (Chapter 37)

I haven’t been in too many fights in my day, I’ll admit. But if some boner told me he was going to fight me and my buddy, while keeping his hands in his pockets, my first thought would be “I’m going to take your legs out from under you, you dummy, and kick the crud out of you.” But not in Reacher’s world. In Reacher’s world, the rednecks he’s fighting, well, they picture the first few seconds in their mind, get distracted, and then Reacher TAKES THEM OUT!



There’s another scene in another Reacher book (sorry I can’t remember which one) in which Reacher pushes a door open with his foot because, according to him, it’s human nature to crane your neck around an open door to see why it opened. So when the armed villain does just that, Reacher TAKES HIM OUT!

There are also lots of chatty villains who make bad decisions. At one point in Make Me, some villains have Reacher and Chang and the family of a young man that they’re trying to find trapped at gunpoint in the family’s home. But they don’t know which of the three they’re supposed to kill, so instead of just killing them all, the villains—uhm, well:

“We could kill you all. That would guarantee the correct result… But it would be five dead for the price of three. And that price was agreed upfront. Count your change before you leave the store. No renegotiation after the fact…”

Silence

The guy looked at Evan, and said, “What do you do for a living?”

Evan started once, and started again, and got it out the third time around. He said, “I’m a doctor.”

“Do you work for free?”

“No, I guess I don’t.”

“Dumb question, right? Doctors working for free?”

“Some doctors work for free.”

“But not you, right?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Do you think I should work for free?”

Evan breathed in, breathed out, floundering.

The guy said, “Doctor, it’s a simple question. I’m not seeking a medical opinion. Do you think I should work for free? When you don’t?” (Chapter 41)

And so on. And after all of that the hired killers not only don’t kill their intended targets, Reacher TAKES THEM OUT!

As you might be able to guess from the above, the Reacher novels are full of padding. There’s a lot of dialogue written in a clipped style so that, at least superficially it appears that Child is using very spare language. (One of the blurbs that they keep using on the Reacher books is this from the Chicago Tribune: “Child builds suspense in a deceptively spare, wiry prose style that doesn’t waste a word or miss a trick.” We’ve heard of #FakeNews— that is a #FakeBlurb.) There’s a lot of this kind of thing, from Bad Luck and Trouble:

“O’Donell’s lock was broken.

Or, more accurately, O’Donnell’s lock was OK, but the door jamb was broken. The wood was splintered. Someone had used a wrecking bar or a tire iron to lever the door open.” (Chapter 70)

First the narrator, who should know, says the look was broken. States it unequivocally. Then he says that the lock wasn’t broken. In the VERY NEXT SENTENCE he says the lock was OK. This is a bizarre example of the “unreliable narrator,” and this was done to, I don’t know—try to create suspense?

Reacher’s coolness under pressure, his ability to intuit every move an opponent makes before they do (except when he can’t, as necessitated by plot considerations), his success with attractive and successful women, and his ability to live a life totally unencumbered by responsibility aren’t the only things about him that male readers can find aspirational. Reacher also doesn’t have to work out to keep his physique, and he eats whatever the hell he wants without gaining any weight. He drinks a ton of coffee and eats a lot of cheeseburgers.

Anyway. I’ve written a parody of the Jack Reacher books called MELEE CHILD: A JOCK SCRATCHER THRILLER. It is about half as dumb as a Jack Reacher book, and has twice as many laughs. And unlike the Reacher books, the laughs in Melee Child are all intentional. It’s available from Amazon in both a $2.99 ebook and an $8.99 paperback.

It has a really cool cover:


Here’s some more information:

Former elite military intelligence police officer Jock Scratcher lives the life of a drifter, traveling from town to town, staring danger right in the face, and then head-butting it. And kicking it in the groin. And drinking plenty of cups of coffee and bacon. But now, a sinister plot has forced Scratcher to give up his itinerant life in exchange for a nine-to-five office job and a three-bedroom house in the suburbs. It’s pure hell for a man of action.

Even worse: Scratcher is on a collision course with the Melee Child, a three month-old baby who happens to be Eastern Europe’s deadliest assassin, leaving a trail of dead bodies and dirty diapers in his wake.

Also, Russians hacked the presidential election. That’s a totally real thing that actually happened.

Melee Child is an intense thriller with danger at every turn. Before it reaches its senses-shattering conclusion, Scratcher will race against time to uncover the most startling truth that will have him questioning just who he can trust—and who he can romance.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

New parody novel Melee Child: A Jock Scratcher Thriller coming soon!

Coming soon to Kindle and to print: A parody of the Jack Reacher novels entitled Melee Child: A Jock Scratcher Thriller.

This is less a book than a kick to the crotch. Read it accordingly. 

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Brett Ratner v RottenTomatoBot: Dawn of Consensus

I always feel a little better about myself when I learn that a rich and powerful bigshot (especially a Hollywood bigshot) shares my opinion on an important topic. So I’m delighted to see that Brett Ratner loathes the pestilential Rotten Tomatoes film criticism aggregation site, perhaps even more than I do. In a speech at a film festival, Ratner said that Rotten Tomatoes was “the worst thing we have in today’s movie culture.”

When I was growing up film criticism was a real art. And there was intellect that went into that. And you would read Pauline Kael’s reviews, or some others, and that doesn’t exist anymore. Now it’s about a number. A compounded number of how many positives vs. negatives. Now it’s about, ‘What’s your Rotten Tomatoes score?’ And that’s sad, because the Rotten Tomatoes score was so low on Batman v Superman I think it put a cloud over a movie that was incredibly successful.”

Okay hold on a second. I thought I was agreeing with Ratner. Wait. I am agreeing with him, about some of this.

I should point out that Ratner is idealizing the past here, somewhat. Film criticism, like everything, is 90% crap. And always has been. Kael stands out in our memory because she was so exceptional. You can add Peter Bogdanovich, Andrew Sarris, Rex Reed, John Simon and Armond White to that list—people with uncompromising vision and critical skills, and the talent to express their insights in an entertaining, thought-provoking way.

Film criticism might be worse lately, but at least part of the reason for that is that it’s so ubiquitous. Today there are hundreds, thousands of internet-based outlets where multiple movie reviewers, whose main influences run the gamut from Owen Gleiberman to A.O. Scott, offering bandwagon-jumping opinions in dull prose. Many of those reviewers contribute to the Rotten Tomatoes aggregate number.

The tomatometer is by definition faulty. Because art can’t be quantified. There are too many variables that go into the creation of art, including all the experiences and expertise and agendas of those involved in its creation, to allow for the possibility of assigning it a “score.” Then there are all the variables at play in the reaction to that art, including all the experiences and expertise and agendas of those assessing it. Saying the reaction to a movie is X% positive is useless. Except to promote groupthink.

That is the true purpose of Rotten Tomatoes—at least among its adherents.




The tomatometer is like a sort of magical talisman to the RottenTomatoBots. Look at their reactions to film critic Armond White’s negative reviews of “Up” and, more recently, “Get Out.” The RottenTomatoBots say that he “ruined” the scores for those movies. As if those movies, because a majority of the surveyed film critics liked them, somehow deserves a high tomatometer score.

The tomatometer gets even more corrupt when you examine just how corrupt and mediocre the mainstream film criticism culture has become. Film critics go to press junkets and agree to “review embargoes” and do interviews and press conferences with those whose work they’re supposed to examine. How can the critic do the work of placing art in its cultural context if they’re working as the promotional arm of the megacorporation that’s producing that art?

Speaking of which, Ratner also says “People don’t realize what goes into making a movie like [Batman V Superman].” He’s right about that. When massively valuable Intellectual Property is involved, there are sometimes dozens of people from various studio departments and “strategic partners” who are adding their opinions and insisting that this or that concept or piece of IP also be included. The fact that Batman V Superman was even made at all, and ended up being at least semi-coherent is a minor miracle. But I’m not sure that consumers of art should take that into account. And certainly film critics shouldn’t.

It’s difficult for me, as someone who has disliked every Marvel Studios movie with the exception of The Incredible Hulk, to understand how the critical response to the DC movies could be worse than that of the Marvel movies. But that’s my opinion. It’s no more right or wrong than that of someone who loves the Marvel Studios movies and hates the DC movies. Unfortunately the RottenTomatoBots don’t feel that way. They use the tomatometer as a bludgeon to attack—sometimes in the most vitriolic and personal ways—those who disagree with the consensus.

http://whenfallsthecoliseum.com/2010/10/27/future-library-of-america-volumes/


Rather also can’t help himself, taking a gratuitous swipe at that horrifying, confusing swatch of dullards that constitute “Middle America”:

In Middle America it’s, ‘Oh, it’s a low Rotten Tomatoes score so I’m not going to go see it because it must suck.’ But that number is an aggregate and one that nobody can figure out exactly what it means, and it’s not always correct.

“Middle America” isn’t the only place where the tomatometer is consulted. It’s also used by the ultra-sophisticated, urbane, liberal people in urban areas.

So, yes, Ratner is right that Rotten Tomatoes is terrible. He's right that it's destroying film culture. But it’s at least partly the fault of movie producers and marketers, and the venal film critics they've co-opted.

Oh and by the way, not that it means anything, but get a load of this: Rotten Tomatoes is owned by NBCUniversal and Warner Bros.  It's almost as if Rotten Tomatoes is just another corporate media promotional arm. If Ratner's so troubled by the negative effects of Rotten Tomatoes on the film industry and film criticism, maybe he should make his concerns known to his corporate co-workers?

Monday, March 13, 2017

"Inducing panic" is a crime? Maybe it's time to lock up Rachel Maddow

An engaged couple in Ohio created a #FakeCrimeScene by splashing some ketchup around the bathtub, posing the fiancée as if she were dead, then texting the photos to family members.

The reason, as if you really need a reason for such an endeavor, was that the fiance’s sister owed him money, and they were trying to induce her to come over. To pay him the money, I guess.
Risner had texted his sister a picture that appeared to show Schlette, lying dead and covered in blood in a bathtub, saying he had no memory of what happened but that they had been arguing, then he had woken up covered in blood.
Okay, it sounds unreasonable to me, but who am I to judge? Maybe this kind of good-natured ribbing is common in this particular family. These shenanigans wouldn’t go over well in MY family, but come-see, come-saw, amirite?

What I find particularly interesting about the story is the fact that the couple in question was actually charged with a crime, which both the Daily Mail and the AP call “inducing panic.”

Apparently the police did receive some “panicked” calls from family members who saw the photos. But can they really be charged with a crime for a tasteless practical joke?

And if “inducing panic” is a crime, then what would you do to a #FakeNews organization that reports innuendo and slander about “Russian hacking” and “fascism” as if it were fact? What if there were multiple TV stations and newspapers encouraging violent riots against people who speak out against leftist ideology?

This #FakeCrimeScene story happened to appear concurrently with a story in the New York Times entitled For Solace and Solidarity in the Trump Age, Liberals Turn the TV Back On. It’s a hilarious and sad look at how the #FakeNews of outlets like CNN, MSNBC, the New York Times, Washington Post, and so on is perpetuating itself, and giving leftists warm feelz by validating their worldview and giving them a narrative they can tolerate.

“When Obama was in office, I felt like things were going O.K.,” Jerry Brumleve, 58, a retiree from Louisville, Ky., said last week as he stood in line for a “Daily Show” taping in Manhattan.

These days, he is a newfound devotee of Rachel Maddow of MSNBC — “She’s always talking about the Russians!” his wife, Yvonne, chimed in — and believes Mr. Stewart’s successor, Trevor Noah, has finally “hit his stride.”

“With Trump in office, I really feel the need to stay more informed,” Mr. Brumleve added. “You just don’t know what the hell this guy is going to do.”

Those last two sentences read like satire, but they’re not. This Brumleve genuinely feels this way—that by watching The Daily Show and Rachel Maddow (who, according to his own wife, is constantly feeding them bizarre nonsensical and totally proof-free conspiracy theories about TEH RUSSHUNSSSSS!!!!) he’s staying more informed.

No, he’s not staying informed—he’s being fed propaganda. Obama was destroying the Middle East, lying about spying on everyone, about the drone program, about his “health care plan,” about the Iran nuclear deal, selling guns to Mexican drug dealers and on and on, and Brumleve “felt like things were going O.K.”

Now #FakeNews about TEH RUSSSHUNSSSSSS!!! has sent him to the vast wasteland to tell him that he wasn’t wrong. He and his fellows don’t have to re-evaluate their worldview. They don’t have to change their tactics. They don’t have engage with people with whom they disagree. Because TEH RUSSSSSHUNSSSSSS!!!!! got Trump elected and all his voters are NAZIZ anyways and it’s okay to PUNCH NATZEEZ!

I’ve been saying that I think that leftism is a cult for a while now. People like Rachel Maddow, Samantha Bee, and Stephen Colbert are at the top of the hierarchy, ministering to their anxious flock in ever increasing numbers. Now Andrew Sullivan is suggesting pretty much the same thing, under the title “Is Intersectionality a Religion?

Sullivan defines “intersectionality” pretty well (it’s roughly what I think of as “leftism,” but with the PUNCH NATZEEZ justification thrown in):

“Intersectionality” is the latest academic craze sweeping the American academy. On the surface, it’s a recent neo-Marxist theory that argues that social oppression does not simply apply to single categories of identity — such as race, gender, sexual orientation, class, etc. — but to all of them in an interlocking system of hierarchy and power. At least, that’s my best attempt to define it briefly.

If you happen to see the world in a different way, if you’re a liberal or libertarian or even, gasp, a conservative, if you believe that a university is a place where any idea, however loathsome, can be debated and refuted, you are not just wrong, you are immoral. If you think that arguments and ideas can have a life independent of “white supremacy,” you are complicit in evil. And you are not just complicit, your heresy is a direct threat to others, and therefore needs to be extinguished. You can’t reason with heresy. You have to ban it. It will contaminate others’ souls, and wound them irreparably.

The whole thing is worth reading, as it articulates the dangers and hypocrisy presented by this fast-rising religion (spoiler alert: intersectionality IS a religion!).

If that Ohio couple that staged a #FakeCrimeScene can be charged with inducing panic, what do we do with the college students and professors, the Rachel Maddows and Samantha Bees, who are inducing panic on a mass scale, among hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of people? Are they criminals as well?

Saturday, March 11, 2017

#FakeSatire and joking about a cancer survivor

The host of an alleged “comedy” (sneer quotes!) program called “Full Frontal,” Samantha Bee is one of the foremost purveyors of #FakeSatire. Her formula is to take #FakeNews from sources like Vox, BuzzFeed, Huffington Post, Salon, and other leftist propaganda outfits, and fashion the innuendo and lies contained therein into “comedy” (more sneer quotes!) bits for the delectation of the clapping dullards that make up her audience.

She is driven not by a desire to reach deeper truths through comedy the way, say, Doug Stanhope does, or Richard Pryor or Moms Mabley or Mort Sahl or Lenny Bruce did. She is driven by an irrational hatred for anyone who dares to disagree with her leftist worldview. Because she’s not interested in understanding people who are different from her—in fact, she thinks they’re evil and stupid and therefore she’s under no obligation to understand them—she feels perfectly justified in smearing and demeaning them.

This lack of curiosity about people who are different from her was on full display this week, when her show ran a segment about the conservative gathering CPAC. In her estimation that gathering was full of Nazis because, well, Nazis are everywhere as far as leftists are concerned. (They’re hiding under your bed! They’re in your closet! They molested you when you were a child and you repressed the memory! They abducted you and probed you! They live in Loch Ness! They're almost as bad as Russians!)

The problem was that one of the participants, who they didn’t bother to even attempt to get to know, had cancer. And they made fun of his hair. Ha, ha.





Making fun of the hair of someone with cancer is pretty bad. But we also need highlight what this segment says about leftists. Bee’s lack of intellectual curiosity is on full display throughout. She’s downright proud of her closed-minded bigotry. She makes an “amusing” “joke” out of it at the beginning of the segment.

She used to think that "conservative" (can't escape the sneer quotes; I guess it's just that kind of post) meant WILLIAM F. BUCKLEY (and she references him and Gore Vidal, to flatter her audience—they probably watched some of that documentary on Netflix, too!) but now she doesn’t know WHAT conservative means. So she sent someone to CPAC to “find out.”

Actually, no she didn’t. She sent someone to CPAC to get footage to mock those who are different from her and her audience. To other-ize them. And in her desire to drive a wedge between people she swept up a young man with cancer.

She and the producer responsible for the segment have apologized to the specific individual. (Actually, her tweet says "We deeply apologize," which sounds impressive but makes no sense. Were they at the bottom of a well when they "apologized"?)



They have yet to apologize for spreading propaganda under the guise of “humor.”

Speaking of spreading propaganda, former satirist turned propagandist Stephen Colbert had former CIA director (under George W Bush!) Michael Hayden (who is now one of the war-on-terror profiteers at the Chertoff Group) on his talk show to, well, spread propaganda while yucking it up about the horrifying abuses that have been exposed by WikiLeaks:



The CIA would never abuse its power. It’s illegal to do it—and we’d never do anything illegal. Trust us, rubes!

Even if that were true, if the CIA would never abuse the power they have, Julian Assange of WikiLeaks suggests that the CIA has now "lost control" of its cyber weapons arsenal and, of course, covered it up. But, hey, don't let a little detail like that get in the way of your narrative.



(By the way, this most recent dump from WikiLeaks is apparently a mere 1% of what they actually have on the CIA. So is Colbert going to keep having his Chertoff Group consultant back to explain away each disturbing revelation?)

And of course Colbert’s audience ate it with a spoon.

This is depressing. We need a robust satirical industry. But it’s infected by leftist propagandists, who see it as their job to protect the powerful establishment while mocking the weak. Samantha Bee and Stephen Colbert are wealthy and famous. They have their own TV shows. The world, as far as they can see, is perfectly fine. Or it was before Trump got elected. They don't understand why anyone wouldn't share the "enlightened" (sorry, last sneer quotes for today I promise) vision that they and every single one of their friends and associates share. And their refusal to even attempt to understand those who are different is fueling divisions within the country. It's going to get Trump re-elected, and it's going to make that wall ten feet higher.

This video from 1791L explains some of the problem:



At least there’s Remy. Here’s some #RealSatire to close this out:



Sunday, February 19, 2017

Arrow: Or, Virtue Rewarded

In the early 1700s, as printing technology expanded and became more affordable, books were no longer strictly available to the aristocratic classes. The great unwashed gained access and, as you might expect, this caused considerable consternation among the cultural elites. They could handle the subtleties and complexities of fiction. But moral ambiguity would be lost on the working class. Therefore, it became important for the enlightened upper class elites to impart their wisdom through their art. It couldn’t just entertain— it needed to instruct the hoi polloi as to how best to conduct themselves.

As a result there was a rise in moralizing works along the lines of Samuel Richardson’s Pamela: Or, Virtue Rewarded. This book is, I’m not joking, about a servant called Pamela Andrews who resists her employer’s repeated attempts to rape her. Finally, for her virtuous ability to fight off his attacks, she’s “rewarded” with a marriage proposal. Check out the cover for the 1741 edition, which it’s asserted the book was published “to cultivate the Principles of VIRTUE and RELIGION in the Minds of the YOUTH of BOTH SEXES.”

Sorry if you're triggered by seeing something that asserts there are only two sexes.

Throughout history there’s always been a tendency for humans—mostly of the upper classes, the wealthy, the elites—to assume they know what’s best for everyone else. And to attempt to impose that morality on others. Or at least instruct them on what’s right and what’s wrong. It’s the impulse that motivated Meryl Streep’s embarrassing hectoring diatribe at this year’s Golden Globe Awards ceremony (ah, the irony of holding oneself up as a moral arbiter at a ceremony created by a group that formed to scam movie studios out of free bottles of wine and promotional swag!). And it’s the impulse that motivates Marc Guggenheim’s assertion that he’s going to use his comic book-based TV shows to promote his own specific worldview. First up, "Arrow."

“I’m an unapologetic progressive,” he said. “But the thing that I’ve noticed is that not talking about issues serves a conservative agenda, not a liberal agenda.”

Green Arrow, the featured Intellectual Property in the “Arrow” TV show, is generally portrayed as an “unapologetic progressive” in the comics. Up to this point the Oliver Queen of the TV show has been largely apolitical (despite his being the mayor of Star City now).* The show has been rewarded with decent ratings, especially for CW shows. But that might be changing:

“We went into Season 5 wanting to do an episode about an issue,” executive producer Marc Guggenheim told reporters earlier this week following a screening of the episode, lamenting that current broadcast dramas don’t often tackle topical issues the way shows like “LA Law” and “Picket Fences” did. “Gun violence felt like the right topic, because of its topicality and because of the level of gun violence is on ‘Arrow.’ We could have done an episode on abortion, but that’s not really where the show lives. So gun violence really felt like the right thing to tackle.”

I’m old enough to remember “Picket Fences” and “L.A. Law,” but are you? How often are those shows aired in re-runs? How popular are they on streaming sites? And he wants to turn “Arrow” into them? Even as Marvel's comics division, in response to dwindling sales, has decided to cut out the leftist bluenosing hectoring and get back to "meat and potatoes" storytelling.

A big problem with introducing topical discussions of political issues in art about supernatural/superscience characters is that they feature supernatural and superscience characters. The presence of "metas," who can punch buildings down or vibrate their hands into your chest to stop your beating heart or cause your innards to explode with a thought kinda changes the dynamics of the gun control debate, doesn't it? In a world like that, if you don't have an arsenal you're a fool, full stop, end of discussion.

And by the way, "metas" also change the abortion debate. "I'm against abortion, except in cases of rape, incest, and meta."

Wait a second--with all those superheroes running and flying around, why wasn't one of them around to protect Martin Luther King or Bobby Kennedy?

I suppose it could be worse. Guggenheim could be saying that he’s going to physically assault people whose ideas he doesn’t like. So it’s all relative.

This comes not long after the great George Perez, one of the maybe twenty best comics illustrators of all time, announced that he would honor prior commitments to appear at conventions in states carried by President of the United States Donald Trump, but would be donating proceeds from these events to progressive and leftist causes. The writer Mark Waid announced that he wouldn’t be boycotting any Trump states, but would be using his straight white male privilege to intimidate people:

I’m not hard to find at shows. If you’re a fan or creator and are ever, ever made to feel uncomfortable on a convention floor, come find me. If it’s a fleeting thing, just come hang out. If, on the other hand, you can point out the aggressors, I will rain HELLFIRE on your behalf, I PROMISE you. Ask anyone. They’ll tell you that I’ll flip tables on bullies and creeps, and I’ll have your back. And while I’ve never had to use it, I’ve got enough clout to have hatemongers flat-out thrown out of shows, and I am not above those sorts of nuclear options.

Trump didn’t carry every state in the presidential election, and he apparently lost the popular vote by a wide margin. But take a look at the election results broken down by county:


The country is a sea of red. Clinton only carried about 100 counties, meaning her appeal, and the appeal of the Democrat party, was limited and provincial. It was concentrated in a few urban areas, and even in the states that Clinton carried, which are a-okay with Perez and Waid, Trump carried most of the counties.

The entire country is an unsafe space! But don’t worry—“Arrow” is going to make you a better person. Mark Waid is going to protect the oppressed. At comic book conventions.

People opposed to Trump have taken to calling themselves a “resistance,” but the resistance has already risen up. It elected Donald Trump. Those who are trying to impose their morality on the red counties that sweep across the country—who are trying to show us how to be virtuous—have concentrated themselves in a few areas. Geographically they’re a small minority. They need to stop thinking regionally and start thinking nationally. They need to engage. They need to listen, and stop with the moralizing and the hectoring, or they’re going to further marginalize themselves.

*Full disclosure: I haven't watched "Arrow" in a few weeks. I got fed up with the Olicity thing; their breakup was pretty lame.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

The mass hysteria or double movie or cult of leftism

Last week on the leftist propaganda program Saturday Night Live they aired a short video in which Kellyanne Conway was portrayed as having a “fatal attraction” for Jake Tapper, the Clinton/Democrat sympathizer who hosts a daily program on the Democrat party’s cable propaganda arm, CNN. There was some virtual ink spilled over whether or not the piece was sexist. That’s not really important (I don’t think it was)— what is important is that this is yet another example of the #FakeSatire phenomenon. It starts from a flawed premise (an intentionally flawed premise), that Tapper isn’t a biased Democrat operative who spends most of his time spreading a specific narrative based on his leftist worldview, and that Conway is somehow “deranged” or partisan in a way that Tapper isn’t.

The even more interesting/depressing skit from last week’s show featured Donald Trump taking the three Ninth Circuit court judges to “The People’s Court” to appeal the stay of his immigration executive order. That was premised on the notion that Donald Trump is a buffoon (a debatable point considering he defeated the Democrat and Republican establishments, the mainstream press, the entertainment media, and academia to become president) and the judges were impartial arbiters of the Constitution. There is plenty of debate as to the motives of the judges in this case, and the implications for their stay and whether they had the power to do what they did.

What’s particularly telling about this “satirical” piece is the plaintive wail of the actress portraying the judge, who at one point cries out (almost out of character): “I want one day without a CNN alert that scares the hell out of me.”



Well, that’s kind of her problem, isn’t it? That she has bought the #FakeNews of CNN, designed specifically to drum up hysteria against the democratically elected president of the United States. CNN is part of the mainstream media propaganda machine, exposed by WikiLeaks, that was actively working with the Democrat party to elect Hillary Clinton as president. Since Clinton’s embarrassing and shocking loss, leftists in the media have struggled to undermine the very institutions they’ve controlled for so long. And they’ve built a narrative—which is wholly divorced from anything even resembling evidence—that “THE RUSSIANS” somehow “hacked” the election. (This People’s Court skit actually features a cameo from an actor portraying Vladimir Putin, for the sole purpose of further pushing that discredited narrative.)

I watch CNN sometimes, myself, and it scares the hell out of me. But for entirely different reasons than this actress.

By the way, the judge actress is the same one who two weeks ago embarrassingly sang “To Sir With Love” to former President, war criminal, pathological liar, and all-around disappointing criminal scumbag Barack Obama. None of his lies or his lawbreaking or his causing the current Middle Eastern refugee crisis bothered her at all. Nor does she seem the least bit concerned about the reports of his setting up a(n alleged!) “shadow government” to undermine the democratically elected president.

Leftists live in a bubble of their own creation. Scott Adams says that we’re all watching “two movies on one screen.” Ace of Spades suggests that leftists are suffering through a period of mass hysteria, a la the Salem Witch Trials and satanic ritual abuse. I’ve suggested that leftism has a lot of the earmarks of a cult.

There are examples of this cognitive dissonance all around us. Recently, the former comedian-turned-scold Sarah Silverman came in for a round of twitter abuse when she sent out a tweet in which she appeared to mistake utility line markers for swastikas.



Then there was an editor at the leftist ThinkProgress website who was disturbed by the fact that the plumber who fixed his clogged drain was a white man. Which scared him, apparently. And now there’s the case of the most popular YouTuber in the world, PewDiePie. Apparently he’s now a Nazi, because he made some (questionable!) jokes in some of his videos.



By this logic, Mel Brooks is a Nazi because of “Springtime for Hitler.”

This is why #FakeSatire is so dangerous. If the tired Saturday Night Live, the odious Samantha Bee, the tedious Seth Myers, the moralizing Sarah Silverman, the mugging John Oliver, and so on, are in charge of satire—and defining satire—then they’re going to ensure that its definition conforms to their approved narrative. That’s deadly for everyone, and it leaves us all open for a takeover by an unaccountable “deep state,” like the one that just engineered the ouster of Michael Flynn.

Netflix streaming has a movie about the National Lampoon magazine called “Drunk Stoned Brilliant Dead.” Throughout the documentary former contributors, editors, and fans pay a lot of lip service to the take no prisoners, nothing is off limits attitude that informed their work. And while the editors and staff were mostly left-wing, that attitude prevailed. It’s hard to imagine one of the current acceptable #FakeSatire outlets running anything as painfully funny as the infamous Ted Kennedy Volkswagen ad that caused such a stir in 1972.


The fake satirists spent eight years ignoring Barack Obama’s multiple crimes, abuses of power, and his pathological lying. During the previous election cycle they relentlessly mocked Trump (he’s a mockable figure—and should be mocked) while protecting Clinton. They also mocked Trump’s supporters. Now, with Trump in the White House, they’re mocking him (as they should!) while protecting Democrats. A good example of this is the case of Elizabeth Warren. For several reasons she’s seen as a potential rival for the Trump in 2020. But she is a pathetic, contemptible, hypocritical figure who has done a number of questionable things throughout her life. It’s hard to imagine any lily-white non-leftist getting a pass for spending decades claiming to be a “woman of color” in order to advance her career.

Trump’s calling her “Pocahontas” is more satirical than anything that’s ever appeared on Samantha Bee’s worthless program, and the fact that former Saturday Night Live writer and performer Al Franken scolded him for it speaks volumes (it's "racist" for Trump to call her "Pocahontas," but it's perfectly acceptable for her to pretend to be Native American for professional gain?). In fact, President Trump is a far better satirist than almost anyone currently working in that field. Maybe the “South Park” guys, or Michel Houellebecq are better.

“Drunk Stoned Brilliant Dead” is an inadvertent critique of the current state of #FakeSatire, made even more poignant by the fact that so many writers from the National Lampoon magazine and performers from the National Lampoon radio and stage shows went on to create the original Saturday Night Live. Which is now perpetuating the leftist narrative of hysteria and #FakeNews, including Russian Hackers, Nazis around every corner, illegitimate president, and etc. It’s almost as if they see their jobs not to reflect what’s happening but to distract from it.

Rather than having satire to serve as a safety valve by which to critique those in power, #FakeSatire is helping leftists perpetuate their movie, their hysteria, their cult. When you add in their insistence that violence against those who disagree with them isn't just acceptable but morally justified, you've got an increasingly dangerous situation.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Self defense from bad ideas

Free speech is under attack by violent fascists who are laughably calling themselves "anti-fascists."



Things are getting worse.

One college group apparently had a workshop to teach jerks how to beat people up for having the unapproved opinions.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Marvel’s leftist turn has been killing the comic book industry—maybe its course correction can save it

For most of my lifetime, Marvel has outsold DC, often dominating them by wide margins. However, since DC’s Rebirth event (which corrected their “New 52” misfire), DC has dominated Marvel in comics sales. What DC’s editorial braintrust has done is return to what it’s calling “meat and potatoes” storytelling. Basically, this means taking the emphasis off politics and quirks and emphasizing classic comics storytelling and Intellectual Property.

While DC did that, Marvel doubled down on its strategy of pushing leftist politics in its books. This seemed to flow from top-down editorial choices that started with changing the race, gender, and sexual orientation of its Intellectual Property. That in itself isn’t a problem. If Ms. Marvel is a Muslim whose family is from Pakistan, then hey that's great— as long as the story is good!

But, as the Rageaholic has pointed out, mainstream legacy comics have become preachier than a Catholic mass:



When I was a kid they had programs called “After School Specials.” These moralizing narratives were built around TEACHING A LESSON in big bold capital letters. Story was always meant to be subservient to the lesson. We made fun of these TV shows. We saw right through them, even when we were ten. Today, Marvel (and Archie!) editors seem to have taken their inspiration from these shows. They seem to believe that comics fans are bigoted buffoons who need to be TAUGHT A LESSON about diversity, white privilege, misogyny, Islamophobia, xenophobia, etc etc. And Thor and Captain America are just the Intellectual Property to push those enlightened values!

Politics—in particular left wing politics—have been around since comics’ inception. Superman, Wonder Woman, and Captain America were all New Deal Democrats who actively promoted big government progressive ideas. The difference was that the lectures let up on occasion, and they weren’t imposed on the stories by the publishers. A Superman story might feature a variation on the broken windows fallacy, or Wonder Woman might advocate for free milk for children, or Captain America might punch Adolf Hitler in the face to promote the US getting involved in World War II, but there would be other stories in the same volume that was preach-free.

It’s not like that today. Nearly everything Marvel produces is geared not toward entertainment, but leftist advocacy. And it’s so awkwardly shoehorned into the story that it almost ceases to be a story at all—it’s like someone transposed a Salon article.


These panels came to symbolize everything that was wrong with Marvel Comics over the last few years. Basically this is a Tumblr with pictures.

It’s possible that Marvel had decided to write off comics entirely, using them as trademark maintenance and workshopping story ideas/IP variations, as suggested by the loathsome “Moviebob.” According to this virtue-signaling dummy, “Furious fanboys are missing the point - but what else is new?”



Yes, Marvel can afford to lose money on their comics. DC can, too. But maybe, just maybe $3.99 is too much to pay to read a twenty-two page lecture with drawings. Maybe, just maybe we’ve reached a tipping point where the once mighty Marvel has come to dust off its once vaunted sense of pride and that old competitive spirit and decided that the plummeting sales of their flagship comics—the wellspring from whence their IP flows!—is seriously bad optics.

Because now Marvel has decided to de-emphasize the (leftist, it’s always leftist!) politics and get back to “meat and potatoes” storytelling.

And last week’s Marvel creative summit I am told by well connected sources who have proved themselves in that past there was more of a focus on what DC Comics internally called “meat and potatoes” comics that preceded their doubling down on the popular characters and bringing back old favourite takes with DC Rebirth.

I am told, as Marvel brings back the X-Men line with a bang, to expect a return to more of a status quo for titles such as Thor, Iron Man, Hulk and more. A more familiar looking Marvel Universe by the autumn – although, just as with Captain America, as classic-look-characters return, expect new characters to keep a number of their books.

This response to market forces isn’t just good news for Marvel fans—it’s good news for comics fans. Because Marvel’s leftist preaching wasn’t just killing it’s comics—it was killing the comic book industry.


...And if modern Marvel creators had been working in the 1940s, you'd get something like this.


Thanks to their movie, TV, animation, and video game products, neither Marvel nor DC really needs their comics to make money. They can publish their comics at a loss, and more than make up any difference with a hit movie. But no other publisher is in such a luxurious position. And if the top two content providers in an industry are willing to publish their material at a loss, and are perfectly content to watch sales dwindle while they “workshop” new material for other media, then other publishers are going to suffer. Marvel and DC have the Intellectual Property that drives sales. If more and more people feel that those companies aren’t producing material that speaks to them, they’re going to take their business elsewhere—away from he comic book shops that are the almost exclusive home to comics.

Which means that smaller books from independent publishers—already endangered thanks to the way Diamond distributes and comic shops order books (books are ordered three months in advance and small publishers who manage to get one or two people to pre-order their books often don’t sell any more than that, because the comic shops order ONLY those two books and don’t order any extra to put out on the shelves)—are going to see their sales drop even more. And they won’t be able to continue publishing, even on the vague hope that a movie producer might see the book and option it for a film.

Which means that the comic book industry has been dying a slow, painful death.

There is a very small, vanishingly small, but exorbitantly vocal minority of people who crave moralizing hectoring in their entertainment. If a comic doesn’t do something to advance their favored political narrative then it must be protested. If a piece of IP doesn’t head to a Congressional hearing to offer some kind of bon mot about, say, the wage gap, they’ll take to Tumblr or the Mary Sue or i09 or whatever to offer an impassioned, chin-stroking think piece. But do those people actually buy comics?

Well, Marvel has been pandering to them for awhile. And now they’re changing course because they’re getting trounced. Let’s hope that they’re fixing this in time to save the comics industry.

UPDATE: Mundane Matt has a video that comes close to making some of the same points I made: