Although I read The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Century: 1910 just a year ago, I am already fuzzy on the details. Alan Moore discarded the use of easy chronological volumes after vol. 2, and started jumping around in the time stream as well as jumping around in style, prose and the use of storytelling as a way of telling a story. Although some of the results are brilliant in my estimation, many of the faithful became disenchanted quickly. Looking up obscure fictional characters starts losing its charm when you've never heard of them and aren't convinced they were worthy of reincarnation. This particular book had almost 650 ratings on Goodreads, and nearly 100 reviews written, most of them bad. And, well, I gotta say I agree.
We do get to see some familiar characters, and the development of some pretty good new characters (namely Nemo's daughter "Pirate Jenny" and Orlando, an immortal multi-gender member of the League). There are a few other teasers of Oliver Haddo and storylines to be further developed in the ever-postponed conclusion to the Century trilogy. But mostly the story drags, the characters fail to elicit wonder or excitement and if Moore was going for a down-beat mid-chapter ala' The Two Towers or the Empire Strikes Back, he missed the mark- which would be having the reader give a crap.
If I had the time or resources, I would expand this blog entry to highlight some of my recurring characters and how they fit into this story. But the truth is - and it hurts me to say this about one of my favorite writers and one of my favorite series - this comic is weak and not worthy of taking time away from things in my real life like scrubbing toilets or packing a sack lunch for work tomorrow.
They're awesome. In theory. And not really even in theory. As far as I can tell, the theories we've come up with so far to apply to the robot solution, are falling short of our imaginational expectations. Just as Asimov invented most of the shit we know about robots today: I just made up the word imaginational.
IBM's Watsonis a Jeopardy playing supercomputer that's billed as the next great step for robotkind. And although it's computing prowess is impressive....it still only renders answers. And even a Magic 8 Ball can answer questions.
Sony pretty much put a halt on it's robot program. Qrio, pictured left, was just too expensive. They closed up shop on this bulky aluminum elf in 2006, layed off 10,000 people and reorganized Sony to focus on more viable endeavors.
Sony has never been as relevant as when the audio tape cassette was king of the music media world. Who didn't LOVE their Walkman? If they had just installed a tapedeck in Qrio's chest...they probably could have kept this ball rolling. Or at least an iPod charging station...
If there is any positive news to report about robotics, its in the field of Camel racing.
Camel racing in Dubai took a turn toward dubious this season when child camel jockies were replaced by robot jockies. Not only do the mechanical riders have the advantage of shock absorption and GPS; but when they fall off the stampeding dromedaries, their little heads do not get crushed like cantaloupes.
I think that greyhound racing should also feature little tiny robot jockies. Just sayin'.
I had to read this book online. I couldn't find a hard copy anywhere for a reasonable price. Since I didn't own a Kindle or IPad or laptop or anything cool like that at the time, and being that I'm too cheap to print it out (and thought that would be a lame way to read it, anyway) I was forced to sit in front of a desktop computer like a savage and read this book on the internet, where it exists in it's entirety. So being that I couldn't read it on a plane, in the bathroom, at bedtime or while eating cereal, it took me forever to actually get through the damn thing. And like a lot of old Victorian fiction I wondered more than once if it was going to be worth it.
Turns out it was.
The villian, Oliver Haddo, is a thinly disguised Aleister Crowley, and both the real dark-arts magician as well as this fictional alter-ego reoccur as an influence in a lot of the stuff I read. Haddo himself appears occasionally in other literature (including, unsuprisingly, the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen). Maugham, who is better known for his book Of Human Bondage, allegedly met Crowley once and found him to be unlikable. So he wrote a book demonizing the guy to the nth degree. I mean, Haddo is vile. So Crowley wrote an editorial criticising both the book and his treatment in it. But he wrote the editorial under the psuedonym Oliver Haddo. I imagine he did so as an ironic jab at Maugham, but in the long run I think he only solidified the relationship between the two identities.
The foil to Haddo is his old collegiate acquantance, Dr. Porhoet. Porhoet ties the story together through his friendship with the younger main characters, whose names I can't recall because it's really not that important. Dr. Porhoet is essentially a Van Helsing stand-in, and a poor one at that. He does nothing to protect the main characters, chooses to give no advice rather than risk giving bad advice, and basically exposes the innocent young lovers of the story to Haddo. Where Van Helsing was a knowledgable hero, Porhoet waits until it is truly too late to do anything practical and attempt to atone for his passive inaction throughout the novel. What a lame-ass.
The nameless main characters are nonetheless likable and carry on a love triangle type of story that almost holds a good deal of interest in itself. Well, almost. Their run-ins with the loathsome and despicable Oliver Haddo are exciting, vulgar, mysterious and full of arcane Satanic esoterica that proves the amount of time Maugham spent in libraries doing his homework on black magic. But the long periods of time where the characters do nothing much but anguishing over their passive aggressive relationships and doing too little too late to resolve any but the simplest of problems drags the story down.
I strongly recommend this book to fans of the occult. Where casual readers will lose interest quickly due to the slow pace and narrow theme, dark magic affectionados will savor every mention of historical and mythological esoteric-a. The ending will touch the heart of HP Lovecraft fans as the work of Haddo is exposed for a gruesome abomination that must have sickened readers at the turn of the century. Overall I didn't give this book a super awesome rating, but it still earned it's loving place in my crossover universe timeline.
SPECIAL BONUS: Rex Ingram made a 1926 movie adaptation of the book, and I have served up a slice of yummy silent black and white film footage video clip for you. Try to figure out who are the young lovers (Arthur and Maggie, I think are their names!) and who is the evil Oliver Haddo. If you can't figure it out, the captions will surely clear everything up.
Although I do remember a snake charmer scene in the novel, I can't testify that there was a sailor, balloon hat guy or that the story took place in Germany.
As I teased in the last blog regarding the Wicked series, I found the first chapter of A Lion Among Men much better than the last book in the 'Wicked' series and full of promise of more action, better characters and an all around better story. Well, for the most part all of that is true, but....
Given Maguire's prediliction toward apathetic characters doing a lackluster job of finding their purpose in life, I was hardly suprised to find the focus of his third book in the Wicked series to be on the Cowardly Lion.
Sure to form the lion is hardly a character the reader can or wants to sympathise with. The saving grace is Yackle, a character who hid in the shadows of the first two books, but comes to the forefront of a Lion Among Men.
Sadly, Maguire ultimately has learned too well how to tease, and the number of unresolved mysteries are far too many to hold the reader's sense of suspense. What's the point if we're bloody never going to know or understand anything???
I don't know if there are further novels planned for the Wicked Years, and I don't care. The important point is that this book is better than Son of a Witch, has a more satisfying ending, and is also a quick read. Therefore I recommend this book only if you have read the first two and would like to have a better taste left in your mouth for the world of Oz.
At last we come to the Doctor, that renegade Time Lord who has inspired both the longest running science fiction show ever and numurous beatings of young pimply boys wearing long scarfs.
I have written several blogs in other forums inspired by the recently revamped television series, and blabbered endlessly to friends about how great it is regardless of the fact that they could care less. Even my wife, who truly truly could care less about Doctor Who, has found herself caught up at times in the ongoing storylines and a few truly great episodes I forced her to watch. She once told someone that she enjoyed the Van Gogh episode. True story.
But I digress. Doctor Who is just too brainy (or geeky) and too British for the bulk of the American public. But I adore the show, both the original campy version and the new turbo charged series. And this is my blog, dammit. (Well, the blog belongs to all the Gentlemen, but we are allowed to write about any topic here. Should a fellow Fellow disagree, I encourage comments and intelligent debate. Heck, dumb insult comments would be great in lieu of knowing that no one is reading this.)
Historically, Doctor Who aired in twenty minute episodes on PBS here in the States. Generally, four of those episodes would make up a full story. The show usually seemed to air either in the middle of the night, or during the Cosby Show, making it virtually impossible for 12-year old me in the eighties to catch. As a result, I rarely had much of a clue what was going on.
So when 12-year-old me strolled into a little bookstore in the Fifth Street Market and discovered a large selection of Doctor Who novelizations, I was thrilled. These small $3 books became a major guilty pleasure. Now, even then as a kid, I was already reading Frank Herbert and AC Clark. I understood that a 60 page adaptation of a children's TV show was far from quality literature. In fact, most of them plain old stunk. But reading them clarified so many plot points- and they covered the really old storylines which never air on TV- in fact, many of those old shows from the 60's were completely lost or destroyed. Plus, the books featured great art and the collection looked nice on my bookshelf.
Soooo. The timeline. In no way have I worked at adding in a comprehensive Doctor Who listing. Just cataloging the basic episodes is a major undertaking- there are hundreds. Many of them are vague on the settings. And although most episodes are self-contained within one era, owning a time machine means one can jump around at will. The Who continuity timelines I use for reference online are even more overwhelming- including background dates on characters and every mention of the Doctor meeting a historical figure, no matter how vague or off-handed the remark.
Nonetheless I will always find myself surfing tidbits of Gallifreyan lore on the internet, and looking up detailed explanations of how the Doctor sealed the latest crack in time. And yes, when I happen to think about it, I will pull up one of the timelines and look for a good story that occurs in my current era and happens to have a novelization available for sale for 30 cents on Half.com.
Such is the case with The Horror of Fang Rock. I have no recollection of this episode, and am reasonably sure that even in it's prime it was considered a forgettable episode. It does feature Tom Baker, arguably the most popular, or at least best known, Doctor (#4) and his companion Leela, the 14th most popular companion (not to be confused with the Futurama one-eyed chick). *
Witness the trailer for the episode, which starts off good, then gets boring, then gets weird, then gets boring again, then gets kind of awesome at the end.
The thing I notice most about this episode is the notable fact that Leela is fully dressed. I think her character was introduced as a switch up from the pretty smarty-pants Sarah Jane Smith. Leela, by contrast, was a tribal sort, complete with a really big knife that she liked to use to carve up sabretooth tigers, alien invaders, and pimps. But mostly she wore a skimpy tribal outfit a lot. But I guess even female warrior bad-asses get chilly when stalking monsters near lighthouses at night. I also guess that the geek majority in the eighties liked their chicks brainy, because Leela was replaced by Romana, a beautiful but hyper-intelligent Time Lord like the Doctor. I have to admit that faced with a choice between the three, I would pass up the goodie-two-shoes Sarah Jane and the savage Leela for Romana. Ramona was the ideal woman for middle-school me. As a side note, I had almost forgot that Romana regenerated once. The pic is the Romana that I liked.
Nonetheless, I think we should pass on commenting on the story or adaptation of Fang Rock in favor of watching more videos of Leela doing her thing. This video features some sweet knife throwing, plus that awesome scene where Leela bitch-slaps the screaming lady.
* To answer the age-old question of which Leela I would rather have with me in a fight: Futurama Leela. The wikipedia entry I linked earlier states that Futurama Leela is a master of martial arts and is able to best most males of any species in a fight. She also has access and affection for various weapons of the 31st century. Doctor Who Leela, on the other hand, is more comfortable with a knife than a laser gun, and relies more on brute violence than fighting technique. And, when you Google the word 'Leela', all kinds of sexy fan-art pops up of Futurama Leela. So, there's that.
I mentioned in a note to myself that the book I am currently reading mentions the topic of a prior post, Prince Kropotkin. Sure enough, on page 112 of the collected series edition I am reading, who should show up but Vladimir Ilyitch Ulianoz- an ancient Russian revolutionary with a distictive beard.
This thinly veiled historical figure pops his head up in an alternate history earth where he does little to advance the plot but much to advance author Michael Moorcock's opinions on racism, imperialism, socialism and anarchist politics.
Anyway, all of this really drives home the point that most of the first volume in this series, Warlord of the Air, takes place in the year 1973. Based on that (plus the 1971 publishing date) that is where I placed this series on my timeline. Turns out that may have been a mistake, as the novel actually starts out in 1903 when the author's alleged grandfather meets the main character, Oswald Bastable.
But wait! The entire series is framed by another 'story within a story' context. The very very beginning of the book is "real-life" 1971 Michael Moorcock discovering the writings of his grandfather. So the real real timeframe of the novel is 1971! Right?
You tell me, Dear Reader. I put way too much thought into the SETTING, and it really throws me off when you throw in time travel, shifting contexts, and toss in alternate histories on top of it all. Where does this series belong?
This important issue is something all Gentlemen who are also fathers face at some point. As a service provided by the Quorum we present this short video.
It's difficult to get all the way behind most religions. But Mormonism is a no-brainer. If it was possible to just choose a religion I would probably go with Hinduism (I'm a sucker for ancient Sanskrit stuff). But my second choice would be Mormonism.
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, allegedly met Crowley once and found him to be unlikable. So he wrote a book demonizing the guy to the nth degree. I mean, Haddo is vile. So Crowley wrote an editorial criticising both the book and his treatment in it. But he wrote the editorial under the psuedonym Oliver Haddo. I imagine he did so as an ironic jab at Maugham, but in the long run I think he only solidified the relationship between the two identities.
. I have no recollection of this episode, and am reasonably sure that even in it's prime it was considered a forgettable episode. It does feature Tom Baker, arguably the most popular, or at least best known, Doctor (#4) and his companion Leela, the 14th most popular companion (not to be confused with the 
