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The Revolution Business

They say that science fiction is the Literature of the age. Scfi author Charles Stross, who has written some good ones, unfortunately churns out mere political propanganda with The Revolution Business,  the new part five of his Merchant Princes series. As usual, there’s plenty of bad guys to go around, including, as always, a few bad girls. But this time, right up there at the top of the evil heap is, wait for it, former vice president Dick Cheney. And Haliburton, of course. Pathetic.

Then, it actually gets worse. We learn of another evil actor named Wolfowitz, and, lo and behold, with their choice of museums and other buildings to blow up, the bad guys, who don’t know Jews from penguins, choose D.C.’s Holocaust museum. I’m not saying Stross is anti-Semitic. Maybe he just wants to look that way. In a further cheap aside, he whacks the Nixon administration for allegedly being so callous as to plan to set off a nuke in an American city. In case we might have missed which American political party Stross dislikes.

I was enjoying the series. I went so far as to pay extra for the new one, in hardback. Let that be a lesson to me. Now that it’s become specifically politically partisan, it’s far less entertaining. I might have known: the blurb on the front cover was a tipoff. I thought it was coincidental, but not now. NYTimes pundit Paul Krugman, one of the prime authors of Bush Derangement Syndrome, is the blurber.

I can’t say the book, itself, is bad. It’s got more cliches than ever before, but that’s to be expected, I suppose, in a popular series. The editing seems to slip away as the money rolls in. See Harry Potter. If the chief bad guy had only been fictional, it would have hung together a lot better for me. As it is, I wouldn’t recommend the book or the series to anyone who doesn’t have BDS real bad. Not any more.

Chron’s new money-maker: sex

I knew some newspaper executives would figure out a way to make money on the Web. I just didn’t stretch my imagination as far as the Houston Chronicle did. Of course, the money is yet to be made and some readers already think it is just tacky.

Via The Brazosport News.

Undertow

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One of the highlights of our D.C. trip was visiting the National Gallery of Art, where my mother used to take me when I was a child. Winslow Homer was her favorite artist, though she preferred Breezing Up to this one, Undertow. Breezing Up is displayed at the gallery. Undertow is not, but I always liked its depiction of humanity against nature. It’s apparently based on a rescue of two women pulled under while wading in the surf which Homer witnessed in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Barry gets even

Wonder why the Big Spender was so curt with British Prime Minister Gordon Brown? Baldilocks doesn’t:

"In Dreams from My Father, President Obama says that his grandfather was tortured by the British…"

Not that I care about Brown, or the rest of the increasingly anti-American Brits, for that matter, but do we really want a president who uses our foreign policy to settle his personal matters? Well, we’ve got one.

MORE:  Even the Mrs. got her little dig in with a couple of cheapie toy helicopters.

Night bombing

More on the B-29s, from Phil Crowther’s 6th Bomb Group memorial site. This is from the log of navigator Don Kearney:

"Briefed at 1430 [2:30PM]. Took off at 1732 [5:32PM]. It got dark when we were out just a little ways. The APN-4 Loran inverter was out. Trouble, always trouble. However, the radar did work, although it wasn’t operating on beacon.

"As we passed Iwo, hit some rough weather just north of it. We flew close to the Jap islands going on up to the Empire so that we could check course with radar. We passed within visual distance of Hachijo Jima.

"Heard Birddog 1, a destroyer, talk to 4V705, a superdumbo, about lights.

"We made landfall on the Empire at Omaesaki at 2355 [11:55PM], turned up past the east side of Fuji again. It was easily visible outside the window. Same way we started in the night before last. Way out front Charlie [Lt. Charles Hall, Bombardier] saw a bright red light going down. At first he thought it was a ball of fire but later decided it must have been a B-29.

"As we rolled out of the turn we hit our first opposition, still 15 to 20 miles west of Tokyo…Within a minute we were in it thick. About 15 searchlights picked us up and they began throwing stuff at us. A plane out to our left had 20 lights on him and was catching hell. Still in the lights, we plowed on. We never had less than about 15 searchlights on us at any one time from then on. We flew though the remainder of the target area in a bright cone of lights…"

Read the rest.  Go to the main page at the link, click on Air Crews in the left sidebar, then scroll down to crew #3909, Reamatroid, click on the number, then scroll down and start at the beginning of the log.

Youth at war

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These are some of the kids who flew the B-29s over the Pacific that napalmed, firebombed and finally nuked Japan into submission. Just in case you may have doubted that they could ever have been so young. Note the babyfaced one in sunglasses. My then twenty-two-year-old father flew B-29s in training in Kansas and Oklahoma but he didn’t go on to the Pacific.

The sandbox

Reading Updike’s surprisingly pornagraphic but nevertheless entrancing meditation on the futility of human life, Toward The End of Time, I was reminded of Mr. B.’s sandbox in the back forty. It was Updike’s passage on his main character’s futile attempt to build a dollhouse that did it. The sandbox, created of two-by-twelves and filled with several barrows-full of white sand, was rather more successful–being less ambitious to begin with. But Mr. B. has outgrown it and it sits out there covered with creepers, the sand become the home of several ant colonies, and begs to be removed. I’ll get around to it. Meanwhile, it is, as Updike says of the dollhouse effort, merely a reminder of relentless Nature. Our time is fleeting. The creepers and the ants are forever.