Jon Shirota's novel Lucky Come Hawaii (in the local Pidgin, as you might reasonably guess, [you] are fortunate to have found yourself in Hawaii) is a book of some literary merit, considerable innovation at time of publication (in capturing Hawaiian Pidgin as it was spoken at the time of World War 2 and not altogether differently in succeeding decades, in being apparently not just among the first "bestselling" novels by an Asian-American but the first specifically by an Okinawan-American, from an oppressed minority in Japan that found itself in a somewhat recapitulated position in the Hawaiian social strata, even as "mainstream" Japanese-Americans found their fortunes and collective power rising in post-War and -statehood Hawaii, and in being the first novel, I believe, to deal with the "neighbor island" locals' experience during and after the Japanese raid on Pearl Harbor), and the object of abiding love in Hawaii...its paperback original (from Bantam, a relative rarity) edition has been out of print for decades, but a small press, Bess Press (as in, Pidginly, "best press") did an edition in 1985, and the University of Hawaii-sponsored little magazine Manoa reprinted it as the bulk of the content of an issue in 2009, essentially offering the Winter issue as a new edition/reprint of the novel.
Bess Press edition.
And the backstory of the novel is pretty interesting, as well, as Jon Shirota was a somewhat troubled American-born high school student on Maui on 7 December 1941, whose parents had been fresh off the boat from Okinawa not so very long before his birth, so while the novel isn't quite autobiographical, it was very much of his experience at that time. Shirota dropped out, was drafted into the immediately postwar Army, and eventually was posted to Japan; after the war, he served as an IRS accountant, though, having read From Here to Eternity at the time of its release, decided that he wanted to write, and became a constant petitioner to the Handy Writer's Colony, which in its larval form had been the eccentric program in which James Jones had finished his first novel, and to which Jones had returned as primary example and chief financial sponsor (as well as having been the paramour of the founder and guiding spirit, Lowney Handy; her husband was a co-founder, and apparently withstood serial affairs--as hard as that might be to envision, bed-hopping in an artists' colony, particularly a rather culty one). Handy, having consistently rejected Shirota over a stretch of years, finally decided in 1963 he'd "developed" enough to enjoy the ministrations, including still-liquid Jell-O-drinking, of the Colony, and let him in, and presumably it was due in some part to Handy and Jones that the book was taken by Bantam, which not for nothing also compares it in the cover blurb to another Colony project, Jere Peacock's US Korean War vets in Japan novel Valhalla.
So, while Shirota's ear for dialog is good (he's been more successful as a playwright than novelist over the decades, publishing and seeing produced an adaptation of this as well as several non-adapted plays, but publishing only one other novel, Pineapple White, with a small press in 1972), the prose in the book is readable without being compelling...but it's still a fine corrective to James Michener or Hawaii Five-0 or that series' children for giving a more grounded sense of life in that place and time, even if the adorableness of certain aspects can be laid on a bit thick. As a regional novel, its fame within its native archipelago is still pretty sound, while it's perhaps a footnote in the history of American literature elsewhere...it deserves better than the latter. For more of today's books, please see Patti Abbott's blog (and happy birthday to her grandson, Kevin).
Thanks, as always, to the contributors of these reviews and citations (and links to the complete works online), and to you readers...there might well be additions to this list over the course of the day (I haven't yet written up my own item for this week).
If I've missed your or someone else's Overlooked A/V item, please let me know in comments, and thanks again.
Patti Abbott wanted to take the weekend off from hosting duties, at least in the FFB sense while presumably doing the feast thing (but enough people asked her to post a list that she did anyway)...those of us with just enough strength to type at a keyboard but not quite enough to drive to Virginia and back step in to gather those links that have passed out into the webderland for this Friday...at least the ones I've seen...feel free to let me know if I've missed yours. It's a big week for Gilbert Parker, a phrase that might not've been uttered in the last half-century, at least; Woolrich is apparently a T-day favorite as well (albeit one each of these reviews is from far beyond our City on a Hill).
With Thanksgiving two days away in the U.S., as opposed to Canadian T-day, the temptation to baste some turkeys was resisted by most of the contributors (not all!) in today's roundup of insufficiently attended-to items (and in Jerry's case, one Entirely too attended). Thanks as always to our contributors and to you readers, and if I've missed your or someone else's review or citation, please let me know in comments. And may your holiday be festive... Bill Crider: Casino Royale (1967);trailer Brian Arnold: Mego-brand superhero doll/action figure commercials;"The Thanksgiving That Almost Wasn't"
A 1965 Canadian short film, both like and unlikeNobody Waved Good-Bye in some of its earnest awkwardness, yet much more indulgent in the emerging "mainstreaming" of surrealist technique in film, particularly angry young person film, of the mid 1960s. An early role for Michael Sarrazin, not looking 18 (he was in his mid-twenties) at a time when (I guess) Canada, like the States, still had legal majority beginning at age 21. Interesting, and actually almost good, and worth seeing once...particularly for students of this kind of film-making. It would make a good double-feature with The White Bus as well as with the other NFB production. You're No Good by George Kaczender, National Film Board of Canada
The first of Hartwell's survey anthologies (the sfnal The Ascent of Wonder would, as I didn't quite note correctly before, would follow in 1996, with a title echoing that of this volume), today's bug-crusher was issued at the height of the "horror boom" of the latter '80s, an efflorescence of horror publishing of brilliant to horrible but entirely too often indifferent work that Tor as a publisher was to no small extent a contributor...albeit Tor's offerings did lean in the brilliant to indifferent direction, while the batting average of, say, Zebra Books was considerably worse (but, boy, did Zebra know how to deploy a shiny foil cover). The Dark Descent tries to be a reasonably comprehensive attempt to encompass the literary history of its field, and its successes are mostly in that it's a good, if idiosyncratic, collection of fiction, mixing chestnuts with some very odd, if at times gratifyingly challenging, selections from canonical writers in the field, and capped with a remarkably unbalanced historical survey article as introduction, which agrees heartily with Stephen King, already ridiculously over-represented in such a book by three stories in a volume that can find room for only one each from Robert Bloch, Fritz Leiber, Manly Wade Wellman, Dennis Etchison, Joyce Carol Oates, John Collier or, for goodness's sake, Ambrose Bierce, Algernon Blackwood or M. R. James (and an odd selection from Poe): that horror is at heart a reactionary approach to fiction, one which defines The Other as inherently monstrous and which must be destroyed for a return to normalcy. This is woefully incomplete as an assessment of horror fiction (or horror in art generally), and indicative of the kind of limitation of insight which mars King's work (among other factors) entirely too often...as Rosemary Jackson, and not she alone, has noted, horror fiction is as liable to highlight the monstrous inherent in society, and how the Other is victimized by that normalcy (see the most obvious Shirley Jackson chestnut, albeit I'd class "The Lottery" as more akin to horror than horror per se, or the Gilman chestnut included here--arguably ditto!)...as well as, as with every other mode of art, horror having the ability to take even more points of view which take neither position explicitly. To ignore, say, Philip Dick's "Upon the Dull Earth" or "The Father Thing" for "...Tempunauts" or Sturgeon's "It" or "Shottle Bop" for "Bright Segment" is to make an interesting argument, and certainly two inclusions each by Jackson, Thomas Disch and Robert Aickman are both more justified than three from King and, at least in Disch or Aickman's case, less commercially savvy, and should be applauded...but this is not an impeccable selection as a result, and its use as a text seems to have receded...I hope to suggest that the overpraise it received at time of release, such as the late Charles Brown's capsule review included with the index below, and its relative obscurity a quarter-century later (if in-print status), in the wake of such newer rodent-crushers as (George Kelley's selection this week) the VanderMeers' The Weird, are both unfair...if not as unfair as the greater obscurity such near-contemporaneous volumes as the Pronzini, Malzberg and Greenberg item have fallen into (perhaps in part due to the fact that Tor survives, and Arbor House doesn't--and the Pronizini, et al., is also in print, if under slightly different title than it was).
For more of today's books, please see Patti Abbott's blog. The Dark Descent ed. David G. Hartwell (Tor 0-312-93035-6, Oct ’87, $29.95, 1011pp, hc) Massive anthology of horror stories. It attempts to trace the history of horror short fiction as well as covering the contemporary field. There is also a long, insightful introduction, and the head notes to each story actually try to say something about the literature and the author’s place in it. This should be considered the reference work on horror short fiction, and will probably remain so for many years. Highly recommended. (CNB)
368 · The Fall of the House of Usher · Edgar Allan Poe · ss Burton’s Gentlemen’s Magazine Sep, 1839
382 · The Monkey · Stephen King · nv Gallery Nov ’80
410 · Within the Walls of Tyre · Michael Bishop · nv Weirdbook #13 ’78
431 · The Rats in the Walls · H. P. Lovecraft · ss Weird Tales Mar ’24
445 · Schalken the Painter · Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu · nv Ghost Stories and Tales of Mystery, James McGlashan, 1851; revised from an earlier story in Dublin University Magazine May ’39.
Thanks as always to all the contributors and all you readers; if I've overlooked your contribution this week or someone else's. please let me know in comments...as usual, there are likely to be additions to this list of links to reviews and citations over the course of the day...and particularly notable this week, the NoirCon report posts are often (at least in Peter and Cullen's cases) simply the first of several which follow...so track away! Bill Crider: The Bowery Boys Meet the Monsters[trailer]
Harlan Ellison's achievements are at least three-fold: he has written excellent work in prose and in scripting comics and a/v work; he has been an inventive and energetic editor, for publishers and of anthologies (and, early on, in fanzines); and he has demonstrated new means and approaches for writers to promote themselves, in an environment in which publishers (and others) certainly have consistently been less than intent on promoting writers who don't seem to be the flavor of the moment...and if he's come off not as grandly as he might in this last on occasion, one might simply point to the public self-promotion of the likes of Norman Mailer to see that there are great depths which Ellison at his most thoughtlessly prankish has not come close to plumbing. Meanwhile, here are some quick takes on five books, two of which have been out of print for some years, and the other three spottily in and out of print, now available as ebooks and all available in either their original or omnibus forms (from the Edgeworks series).
The Book of Ellison, edited by Andrew Porter (Algol Press, 1978)
Contents
Introduction (by Isaac Asimov)
The Book About Ellison
Essence of Ellison (by Lee Hoffman)
Harlan Ellison (by Ted White)
The Jet-Propelled Birdbath (by Robert Silverberg)
7,000 More Words About Harlan Ellison (by David Gerrold)
Harlan Ellison and the Formula Story (by Joseph Patrouch Jr.)
The Book By Ellison
Ellison on Ellison
School for Apprentice Sorcerors
Getting Stiffed
A Time for Daring
A Voice From the Styx
The Whore with a Heart of Iron Pyrites; or, Where Does a Writer Go to Find a Maggie?
Voe Doe Dee Oh Doe
Hardcover
A Walk Around the Block
Harlan Ellison: A Nonfiction Checklist (by Leslie Kay Swigart)
The first collection of nonfiction by and about Ellison aside from the two volumes gathering his regular column, The Glass Teat, television criticism for the LA Free Press and elsewhere. The appreciations at the front of the book are of varying quality, with Gerrold's being the least, and Silverberg's perhaps the best (certainly the most dramatic in incident). "Ellison on Ellison" might be his first quick survey of his own life at length, up through the mid-'70s; other essays address his standing in the sf/fantasy community, accounts of his work at the Clarion writers' workshops and similar bits of instruction, and a returned favor of an appreciation of Robert Silverberg. This item was already hard to find in the pre-WWWeb days of the earliest 1980s when, as a high-school student, I was able to locate a copy at the University of Hawaii's more comprehensive Hamilton Library; Ellison and editor/publisher Andrew Porter (neither the most temperate of personalities when irked) had some sort of falling out over the book and little of its content has been reprinted since, particularly a pity given some of the rarity of some of its initial publication sources (fanzines such as Inside and Abstract, special publications for conventions, etc.).
Sleepless Nights in the Procrustean Bed: Essays by Harlan Ellison, edited by (Ms.) Marty Clark (Borgo Press, 1984)
Editor's Introduction(by Marty Clark)
You Don't Me, I Don't Know You
Stealing Tomorrow
Down the Rabbit-Hole to TV-Land
Revealed at Last! What Killed the Dinosaurs! And You Don't Look So Terrific Yourself
Epiphany
Rolling Dat Ole Debbil Electronic Stone
A Love Song to Jerry Falwell
Science Fiction: Turning Reality Inside-Out
Defeating the Green Slime
How You Stupidly Blew $15 Million a Week, Avoided Having an Adenoid-Shaped Swimming Pool in Your Back Yard, Missed the Opportunity to Have a Mutually Destructive Love Affair with Clint Eastwood and/or Raquel Welch, and Otherwise Pissed Me Off
Fear Not Your Enemies
Face-Down in Gloria Swanson's Swimming Pool
From Alabamy, with Hate
Leiber: A Few Too Few Words
Serita Rosenthal Ellison: A Eulogy
Centerpunching
Voe Doe Dee Oh Doe
Robert Silverberg: An Appreciation
Cheap Thrills on the Road to Hell
True Love: Groping for the Holy Grail
Notes
Index
A rather more comprehensive collection of the work in nonfiction Ellison was proudest of, as also selected by Marty Clark, who essentially served as his administrative assistant through the '70s; "Voe Doe Dee Oh Doe" reappears from The Book along with a more conventionally-titled take on Silverberg, and some of the same matter addressed in the earlier collection is dealt with in newer essays here, such as his fraught relation with his more importunate fans and other literary sorts ("You Don't Know Me..."). The Eulogy for his mother is followed by a profile of Steve McQueen; and "How You Stupidly Blew..." was his formal announcement of withdrawal from the fantasy/sf community (as with most such announcements of withdrawal and/or retirement, as from Ellison's friends Silverberg and Barry Malzberg or Donald Westlake or even Kurt Vonnegut, it didn't take). I'm finally replacing my copy of this one, having essentially traded it for a copy of the hardcover of Shatterday (one of Ellison's retrospective collections) with my aunt Beverly, a certified Ellison fan who was visiting and had never heard or nor seen the Borgo Press item, but happened to have the fiction collection with her for re-reading. I was happy to be able to pick up for her a signed copy of the first collection from Harlan Ellison's Dream Corridor, the comics title, a few years later; Ellison wasn't quite sure what to make of my Spitboyt-shirt, and gently mocked my first published short story, in the same issue of Algis Budrys's Tomorrow Speculative Fiction magazine as Ellison's "Attack at Dawn."
Stalking the NightmareHarlan Ellison (Phantasia 0-932096-16-6, 1982, hc)
135 · Invasion Footnote [as by Cordwainer Bird] · ss Super Science Fiction Aug ’57
145 · Saturn, November 11th [installment 6 of An Edge in My Voice] · ar Future Life Mar ’81
159 · Night of Black Glass · ss Beyond #1 ’81
171 · Final Trophy · ss Super Science Fiction Jun ’57
187 · !!!The!!Teddy!Crazy!!Show!!! · ss Adam Oct ’68
199 · The Cheese Stands Alone · ss Amazing Mar ’82
217 · Somehow, I Don’t Think We’re in Kansas, Toto · ar Genesis Jun ’74; revised
237 · Transcending Destiny [revised from “School for Assassins”, as Ellis Hart] · nv Amazing Jan ’58
265 · The Hour That Stretches · ss F&SF Oct ’82
289 · The Day I Died [inst. 10 of The Harlan Ellison Horn Book] · ar Los Angeles Free Press Jan 5 ’73
301 · Tracking Level · ss Amazing Dec ’56
313 · Tiny Ally · ss Saturn Oct ’57
319 · The Goddess in the Ice · ss Adam Bedside Reader Dec ’67
327 · Gopher in the Gilly · ss *
This was by no means the first Ellison collection to mix fiction and nonfiction by him to a considerable degree (that might've been Partners in Wonder) but it was the first to do so in such a ratio (albeit some of the essays become by design more speculative and fictional, such as "The Day I Died"...or include, one hopes, some fictionalized aspects, such as the murder described in "The 3 Most Important Things..."). "Somehow..." is Ellison's first extended take on his protracted battles with the producers of the quickly-cancelled Canadian tv sf series The Starlost; "Saturn, November 11th" is rather straightforward, and excellent, participant reportage of the Voyager mission encounter with that planet and its satellite system. Frankly, the fiction in this collection, as good as it can be, has difficulty in matching the best of the nonfiction and borderline nf here; "Grail" is an exception (and even such less than superb Ellison fiction as "The Hour That Stretches" remains charming, in this case in part due to the setting in the Pacifica Radio series Hour 25, a Los Angeles institution Ellison helped to preserve for some years after the death of founding producer and host Mike Hodel).
Strange WineHarlan Ellison (Harper & Row, 1978, hc); Also in pb (Warner Jun ’79), includes author’s introduction to each story.
· Introduction: Revealed at Last! What Killed the Dinosaurs! And You Don’t Look So Terrific Yourself · in
· Croatoan · ss F&SF May ’75
· Working with the Little People · ss F&SF Jul ’77
· Killing Bernstein · ss Mystery Monthly Jun ’76
· Mom · nv Silver Foxes Aug ’76
· In Fear of K · ss Vertex Jun ’75
· Hitler Painted Roses · ss Penthouse Apr ’77
· The Wine Has Been Left Open Too Long and the Memory Has Gone Flat · ss Universe 6, ed. Terry Carr, Doubleday, 1976
· From A to Z, In the Chocolate Alphabet · ss F&SF Oct ’76
· Lonely Women Are the Vessels of Time · ss MidAmeriCon Program Book, Kansas City, MO., 1976
· Emissary from Hamelin · ss 2076: The American Tricentennial, ed. Edward Bryant, Pyramid, 1977
· The New York Review of Bird [original version] · nv * (a heavily edited version appeared in Weird Heroes)
· The Boulevard of Broken Dreams · vi Los Angeles Review #1 ’75
· Strange Wine · ss Amazing Jun ’76
· The Diagnosis of Dr. D’arqueAngel [“Doctor D’arqueAngel”] · ss Viva Jan ’77
A collection of Ellison's stories from the mid 1970s that only occasionally demonstrates Ellison at his absolute best, and yet his mastery of the short-story form allows his work to be powerful even when it hasn't quite achieved all his ambitions. For example, the opening passage of the title story, Ellison's contribution to the 50th anniversary issue of Amazing, is a devastating account of a father brought to an auto accident scene to identify the corpse of his daughter, killed in the mishap, with the interior monolog revelation that the father, wracked with grief, at least believes himself not to be in the proper situation, beyond the obvious..."This should be happening to a human." The rest of the story, while making its point, has difficulty in matching the opening passage, which frankly I haven't spoiled even by giving this revelation, so deftly is it observed and constructed. Ellison can be seen to be challenging himself as well as the reader in most of what's collected here, whether technically (can one write a genuinely engaging and cohesive set of 26 vignettes such as "From A to Z..."? Yes, one can, particularly with wit and sharp observation, even if some are inevitably much more slight than others...can one sensibly challenge even some of the most deeply held beliefs of most of the audience, at very least? Yes..."Hitler Painted Roses" is both memorably and justly provocative, somewhat in the way Lenny Bruce's routine about Hitler and the MCA is, and in somewhat deeper ways, as well). And the introduction is among Ellison's best polemic writing.
Medea: Harlan’s World ed. Harlan Ellison (Phantasia 0-932096-36-0, Jun ’85 [May ’85], $50.00 signed numbered 475-copy special edition; $20.00 725-copy trade edition, 532pp, hc) [Medea] This small-press version is simultaneous with the one from Bantam Spectra and is the only hardcover. The special edition is sold out. It’s a fine job of bookbinding and should be a highly prized collector’s item. (Charles N. Brown)
Fletcher Pratt had attempted something similar to this project in the early 1950s, with The Petrified Planet, only, in that case, after John D. Clark had worked out the world in which the stories for the anthology were meant to be set, Pratt, H. Beam Piper and Judith Merril contributed a novella each. This, in comparison, was a much more hands-on effort by a wide range of contributors, even including, as not quite noted in the table of contents above, audience participants at a public seminar discussing the shared world setting for the stories commissioned. These stories were appearing in the first year I was regularly reading the sf and fantasy magazines, and I generally found them quite entertaining...particularly in seeing how differently Jack Williamson, Frederik Pohl and Thomas Disch might take on the same raw material of setting and to some extent incident...unlike most so-tagged "sharecropper" fiction since, the contributors were encouraged to be as much themselves in the work in question as the project allowed, and for the most part they succeeded, though none of the stories would qualify as the best work by the writers involved...a number of the better "shared-world" projects since have emulated this aspect. And for some folks, such as former planetary science majors who had been thinking about writing fiction for years even at the time of this book's publication, the essays and discussion transcripts laying out the groundwork had their own fascination...a fascination that I think would be shared by most fans of all or any of the writers participating. I'm not sure why this volume has been out of print since its initial editions, but it's a pity it's so. (For that matter, The Petrified Planet deserves reprinting...)
Election Day is upon us in the US, and I have to go vote, so will thank quickly those of you who have provided the reviews, clip links and citations below, and those of you who read these, and ask as always that if I've overlooked your or anyone else's link, please let me know in comments.
Enjoy your franchise, or the conscientious abstention from it if you choose...but don't think Not Voting doesn't encourage Them, too...
The Candidate (1972) is my favorite of US political films, a sly satire of the political process and all its temptations and corruptions, particularly when one is dealing with the Big-Time races such as for a US Senate seat from a state such as California. Bill McKay (Robert Redford) is the son of an old-style wheeler-dealer former governor (Melvin Douglas), but who has more progressive and populist ideas than those of his father, an exemplar of political-machine pragmatism. When no more conventional Democrat is willing to challenge popular blowhard GOP incumbent Crocker Jarman (the one bit of rather overbroad nomenclature in the film), younger McKay, with the proviso that he can actually put forward the message he wants to in his campaign, takes up the challenge...and how the process, and Bill McKay's ego, both propel and thwart his passage through the campaign are the heart of the film. The segment below is not the most subtle nor telling segment, but is the most substantial bit online, and is relatively demonstrative of the skill of the filmmaking and critique in this project, from writer Jeremy Larner and director Michael Ritchie, probably the height of both men's film careers: The Candidate:
Meanwhile, I've never seen a complete episode of Slattery's People, the fondly-remembered season and a half series that ran on CBS in the mid-'60s, with little exposure since; but the key fragments of an episode below do leave me wishing I could see more of the series, particularly outside the gray market...it seems like the kind of balance between naive and knowing that marked such contemporary series as The Defenders and NYPD, and even with the fact of Fred Freiberger in on the production (he was the producer responsible for the atrocious third season of Star Trek), I'd certainly give it a look...interesting parallel in the episode excerpted below and the film above, between the attempts of younger reformers to push back against politics-as-usual vested interests, though The Candidate is unsurprisingly much more ambiguous and less hammy than the teleplay...which could also be the working model for A Few Good Men... Slattery's People:
with subsequent segments (alas, not the complete episode) here and here.