Ender’s Game: Fantastic filmmaking

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I fully expected to be disappointed by Ender’s Game. Still, I did something I have rarely ever done: went to see it on opening day. In IMAX.

It is true to the book. It is visually stunning. The performances are excellent. The soundtrack is impressive. This film could have ruined itself in a hundred different ways — for example, by diluting the intensity and darkness of the story by trying to make it suitable for children. But, as Ken said, it’s one of the most adult films he has seen lately.

Any criticisms I can muster would be nitpicking.

In a blog post a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned my previous association with Orson Scott Card, so I won’t go into that again. But I’m not cutting the film any slack because of that. If anything, the opposite would be true, because Card’s politics baffle me. But Card’s politics have nothing to do with this story or the film.

For most films, I wait for the DVD (or Blu-ray). But Ender’s Game is worth seeing in the theater, in IMAX if possible. You’ll also get trailers for some other good science fiction and fantasy films coming out this fall and winter, including the second part of The Hobbit and the second installment of The Hunger Games, Catching Fire.

I think I’m in love with the cinema again. And the Academy Awards should be worth watching next year.

John Twelve Hawks: I’m not James Frey

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Source: johntwelvehawks.com

I had email from John Twelve Hawks this afternoon. He had seen my recent blog post, in which I mentioned speculation in some big-city literary circles that John Twelve Hawks is a pseudonym for James Frey. “… I can confirm … I’m not James Frey,” John Twelve Hawks writes in the email.

He also included a link to a piece in New York magazine (November 2010) that paints a very, um, interesting portrait of James Frey.

I have a tremendous respect for John Twelve Hawks as a writer. For James Frey, none. You’ll see why I have such a low opinion of James Frey if you read the New York magazine piece.

In my Googling on this subject, I have not previously come across a statement from John Twelve Hawks on this. For all I know, this blog post may be John Twelve Hawks’ first public denial of any connection to James Frey. Frey, however, was very willing to milk the publicity and exploit John Twelve Hawks’ reputation. Frey told the New York Post, “I will neither confirm nor deny that I am John Twelve Hawks.” Yeah, whatever, James Frey.

Thinking rationally about apocalypses

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Apocalyptic thinking is in fashion. The apocalyptic threads in contemporary culture are everywhere to be found in books (both fiction and nonfiction), movies, television series, and the news media. We are riding a long wave of pessimism, with polls showing that something like 80 percent of the population think that life is getting worse.

When writing Fugue in Ursa Major, a novel, I had to think carefully about apocalypses. Science fiction, after all, though a work of imagination, must be internally consistent with itself and externally consistent with what we know from science and other fields. In thinking about how civilization might crash, we don’t want our imagination to just run wild. Rather, we want to discipline our imagination with a historical awareness of previous crashes and an awareness of all the unstable conditions of modern life that could take us down.

So, what could take us down? Lots of things, and in each area of instability you’ll find a rich literature, much of it scholarly and well documented. Pick your apocalypse. Would you like an economic collapse? A political crisis such as war? Environmental? A pandemic? You’ll find dozens of recent books. You’ll find books such as Jared Diamond’s Collapse, which examines the roots of several cultural collapses. There are many books on the lessons to be learned from Rome. My favorite in that group is Bryan Ward-Perkins’ The Fall of Rome and the End of Civilization. I think that anyone doing a survey of this literature will want to read an important paper by Joseph A. Tainter, “Complexity, Problem Solving, and Sustainable Societies.” Tainter approaches the subject from the economics of energy.

I need to make it clear that I am not talking about fringe elements, who are deep into all sorts of delusions. It’s the serious material from serious sources that is of interest. University presses have done good business in this area. Unless our interest is in the psychology of mass delusion, we don’t need to dirty up our imaginations with what some fringy doomers in northern Idaho might think, or religious End Times types. I am baffled by the current fascination with zombies in pop culture (though I thought “World War Z” was a pretty entertaining movie, and I can sort of see how zombies are an interesting metaphor for the empty lives of consumption that so many people live).

Having dug into some of the history, and into the all-too-plausible scenarios for economic, political, or environmental collapse, then it’s interesting to do a survey of the fiction. There is a wave of excellent apocalyptic fiction that started decades ago. Lucifer’s Hammer (1977), by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, stands out. There is A Canticle for Liebowitz, by Walter Miller, from 1960. The thread continues to the present, with good, bestselling fiction such as Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games, and Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. You’ll find excellent lists of apocalyptic fiction all over the Internet.

The next apocalypse may well have much in common with apocalypses of the past, but obviously much will be brand new. So it’s important to consider how smart writers have imagined it. How and where will it start? How will it get out of control? Who will be wiped out? Who will survive, and why? What conditions will the survivors find themselves in? How long will the dark age last? Will some people in some places be able to keep some lights on? If so, where, and how? What factors will permit an eventual recovery? How will things be different on the other side? Beautiful stories can be told in these settings.

There are dissenters, of course — people who are more optimistic. A good example is David Brin, a writer and futurist, who believes that we are obsessed with Doomsday. People like Brin believe that a bold application of the human spirit, plus advances in technology, would be able to deal with our future problems. Pessimists refer disparagingly to those types as “techno utopians.”

Obviously no one knows what the future holds. So really I am making only two modest claims. The first is that is that the study of unsustainability, in all fields, deserves to be taken seriously. The second is that apocalypses make awesome settings for storytelling.

Another movie deal for John Twelve Hawks

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Source: johntwelvehawks.com

We learned this week that the mysterious John Twelve Hawks has sold the movie rights to his next book. It was first reported in Deadline Hollywood, and the industry is buzzing with the news.

John Twelve Hawks, you will recall, is the author of the bestselling Fourth Realm Trilogy, which (in my opinion) is some of the best science fiction to come along in years. No one knows Twelve Hawks’ real identity, not even his publisher and agent. He lives off the grid. There has been much speculation by people in the publishing industry who consider themselves savvy that John Twelve Hawks is a pseudonym for James Frey, a hustler of a writer who has made a bunch of money and taken a lot of heat after accusations that he made up a bunch of stuff in his memoir. He subsequently went on Oprah and Larry King to account for himself.

However, I think the James Frey theory is bunk, not least because I’ve gotten to know John Twelve Hawks a little, through email.

It’s strange how it happened. No joke, I was stretched out reading the thrilling conclusion of the third book of the trilogy, The Golden City, when I heard the email chime from the iMac. I got up to check mail and could hardly believe it when I found it was an email from my new favorite writer, John Twelve Hawks. How often does it happen that, when you’re reading a book, email comes in from the author, out of the clear blue sky? But Ken can testify that this is true, because actually John Twelve Hawks’ email went to Ken first, because Ken’s email address was easier to find. John Twelve Hawks asked Ken to forward the email to me.

The reason Twelve Hawks emailed me was to ask permission to reprint on another web site a blog post I had written on Internet privacy. Of course I gave him permission to do that. Since then (that was in 2010), we’ve exchanged a few emails.

There are several reasons why I think the James Frey theory of John Twelve Hawks’ identify is bunk. For one, Frey is a hustler and appears to have much more interest in money than truth. I believe that John Twelve Hawks is sincere, particularly in his commitment to freedom from surveillance. I don’t think that a busy businessman of a writer like James Frey would take the time to slum with provincial bloggers like me or to take note of something I had written on Internet privacy. Frey has more profitable fish to fry.

In any case, I can’t wait for Twelve Hawks’ next book. If you haven’t read the trilogy, I recommend it. Warner Brothers has bought the movie rights to Twelve Hawks’ first three books. All of which means that John Twelve Hawks is now a pretty rich man. I seriously doubt that Twelve Hawks is using the money for new hustles, as James Frey would be doing. Rather, I suspect that Twelve Hawks’ is using the money to buy himself more peace and quiet and more writing time at his hideaway in rural Ireland, wherever that place may be. I suspect County Kerry, though, because Skellig Michael is used as a location in the trilogy. When the movie comes out, expect some thrilling helicopter shots from Skellig Michael.


Below, an email from John Twelve Hawks dated May 24, 2013

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Ken dines in Dingle (without me)

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Photos by Ken Ilgunas

Ken is in Ireland, near the end of a six-week trip to England, France, Scotland, Northern Ireland, and Ireland. He’ll be home in a few days.

I insisted that, while he is in Dingle in County Kerry, he have dinner at my favorite place — Benners Hotel. This evening he emailed me photos from Dingle, including a photo of his Sunday night supper. Pricey, wasn’t it, Ken?

I’ve stayed at Benners Hotel in Dingle on both my trips to Ireland. The food is excellent. Dingle is a charming fishing village on the coast of County Kerry. And County Kerry is on the west coast of Ireland. One of the great things about the Kerry coast is that the highest mountain in Ireland is right up against the sea, making for some rugged terrain and wild scenery. Off the coast lie the mysterious skelligs — the spires of rock jutting out of the sea. Some of the skelligs are like small islands. There was a tiny monastery on Skellig Michael during the Middle Ages.

No doubt Ken will have more photos from County Kerry later on.

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A photo of the Dingle harbor that I took on my last trip there.

He’s back …

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Orson Scott Card, right. Source: Wikipedia

If you’re at all familiar with science fiction and with movies, then you know that Orson Scott Card is a controversial writer of science fiction who won both the Nebula and Hugo awards in 1985 for Ender’s Game. Ender’s Game has finally been made into a movie, and it will open Nov. 1, starring Harrison Ford and Asa Butterfield.

For years, Card wrote a weekly column for a small conservative newspaper in Greensboro, North Carolina. He frequently aired his controversial political views in the column, ensuring that he stayed in trouble with the literate intelligentsia, who don’t take kindly to right-wing thinking. That run of columns ended in April when the Rhino Times closed. But this month, the Rhino Times resumed publication with a new owner, and Card’s column is back. Here’s a link to his new column.

So far, Card has avoided controversy in the new column and has written mostly about food. No doubt the folks in Hollywood have asked him to avoid controversy, because some groups are already organizing boycotts of the movie version of Ender’s Game.

Though I totally don’t get Card’s politics, or his religion, I can’t be too hard on him. He’s an old friend, and we got to know each other back in the 1980s when I operated a computer bulletin board system named Science Fiction Writers Network. At the time, I was located near Winston-Salem, and Card was in Greensboro. So we were practically neighbors. I and some other local fans threw a big dinner for Card at a hotel in Greensboro to celebrate Ender’s Game winning the Nebula and Hugo awards. Also, Card was a guest for dinner at my place at least a couple of times.

Some other time, I’ll talk about the golden age of computer bulletin boards (early 1980s). I was in the thick of that golden age.

Anyway, I’m not going to criticize Card here. I still greatly respect his views on literature and storytelling. And because he influenced my own views so much many years ago, I’ve assimilated more than a little of Card’s literary DNA.

If you haven’t read Ender’s Game, it’s a classic. By all means read the book before you see the movie.

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The title page from my autographed first edition of Ender’s Game

2 major TV appearances by Ken

Ken has two major television appearances coming up in the next week. On Thursday, June 20, he’ll be on CBS This Morning. On Monday, June 24, he’ll be on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. The scheduling of the Tonight Show appearance may change because of the NBA playoffs, so check the Tonight Show web site if need be. He’ll be talking, of course, about his new book, Walden on Wheels: On the Open Road From Debt to Freedom. Ken wrote this book here at Acorn Abbey, and I helped with the editing.

Needless to say, I am very proud of Ken and very excited about the career push he’ll get from this. I’m also proud of his connection with Acorn Abbey and the interesting work that has gotten done here — much to my surprise, really, because I never imagined that my retirement would be so busy and so rich.

If you enjoy Ken’s television appearances, you’ll get some idea of how much I enjoy Ken’s conversation at breakfast and dinner each day.


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Maintenance. Ouch.

When you install an amazing musical instrument like the abbey’s Rodgers 730 organ, you also take on the sacred responsibility of maintaining it. It’s a complicated being, and it’s 20 years old. Though nothing serious has ever gone wrong, little things go wrong, and it’s best not to let those little things mount up. Also, there are not many organ technicians around, as you might imagine. So I wait until the nearest technician is going to be in the area so that I can share his travel charges with other customers. Today he cleaned the key contacts (a couple of notes were stuttering), replaced some burned-out lamps in the pistons, and answered, as usual, my stream of nerdish questions.

What young'uns used to eat


The school cafeteria staff, circa 1960. Mrs. Martin is on the left.

When I was in elementary school, we called the school cafeteria “Miss Martin’s Slop Shop.” Mrs. Martin has gone on to her reward, but we all owe her such an apology.

I have often thought about Mrs. Martin’s made-from-scratch cooking and how lucky we were to have it. I remember many times walking in line with the other kids, outdoors to avoid making noise inside the school building, to the side door of the cafeteria. The wonderful smells wafting out the open windows of the cafeteria would hit. I particularly remember Mrs. Martin’s scratch-made rolls (I always had seconds and thirds), her amazing vegetable soup, and her apple crisp.

An alumnus of the school recently put out a book of old photographs made between 1927 and 1967. I cannot find a single overweight child in this book, and certainly not an obese child. We did have snack foods in those days — chips, Moon Pies, and all that. And all kids got snack food and candy, though never at school. We had ice cream in the afternoons. And desserts. But everyone was lean.

I’m not going to get into a rant about our industrialized, de-localized, factory-driven food system. But here’s a plug for cooking from scratch…

By the way, the scraps that the kids didn’t eat were collected into a large container, and a farmer in the area fed the scraps to his hogs. Nothing went to waste, either.


The serving line at Courtney School, circa 1960. Courtney school is in the heart of the Yadkin Valley.