Saturday, April 08, 2023

The Month That Was - March 2023

I don't know what to say other than I completely forgot.  I was heading down to Southern Headquarters at the end of last month, with the intent to write up my usual monthly nonsense and it just vanished from my mind.  Sometime around March 12th it occurred to me I had written nothing for February.

Possible explanations:

  1. I may be losing it.  I have on very rare occasions missed a month over the past 24 years, but I've always done it on purpose, with the understanding that circumstances simply didn't allow it.  This time I simply forgot.  Like I was some kind of old man or something.

  2. I'm out of the writing habit.  With the publishing of The Hawk Sahib, I no longer have a major writing project I'm working on.  Writing habits are delicate things. Abandon one habit and the related habits are affected.  Maybe.

  3. I'm simply too busy with my day job.  My day job is related to the U.S. tax calendar.  So this is the busiest time of year for me, coupled with the fact that I am, perhaps ironically, working the hardest I ever have now that I'm pushing retirement. The brain only has so much bandwidth. For the record, I hate the idea of "busy with work" as an excuse.


I don't know.  Whatever the case, the world didn't end.  It's possible nobody even noticed.  As my good friend ChatGPT pointed out:


who is david mazzotta?

I'm sorry, but I don't have any information about a person named David Mazzotta. It's possible that he is a private individual with no public presence or notable achievements, or he may not be a well-known figure. Without more context or information, it's difficult to determine who David Mazzotta is.

Amen, buddy.


[Travel, Florida] St. Augustine

The Southern HQ in Savannah is proving to be a great spot to start weekender exploration along the Atlantic coast.  As you know, I've spent many a short trip in Hilton Head, which is barely over an hour away.  Last month's run down to Palm Springs was quite doable.  Charleston and even Myrtle Beach are easy striking distance.  This time it was a dead simple sub-3-hour drive to St. Augustine.

In many ways, St. Augustine reminds me of Savannah or Charleston.  It is a city that has embraced its storied history as essential to its appeal to visitors and is deeply dedicated to its preservation.  In the case of Savannah and Charleston that history is of the old South.  In the case of St. A, it's that of conquistadors and pirates.


Juan Ponce De Leon was the first European to explore the area.  Fun fact about De Leon:  He was serving as Governor of Puerto Rico when Columbus used his influence with the Spanish monarchs to replace him with one of old Chirstopher's relative.  That's what prompted him to head north and explore Florida.   Also, he was a wee man.  Under five feet tall. There is a statue of him in the center of St. Augustine and people comment that it seems small.  Those in the know inform them that it is actual size. Ho, ho, ho. Juan P de L also explored up the Gulf coast, getting as far north Ft. Myers and Manasota.  St. A was officially founded in 1565 (decades after Ponce de Leon) in the name of Spain, making it the oldest city in the U.S.  What followed was pirates, British takeover,  Spanish re-takeover, then eventually U.S. takeover.  


Also like Charleston and Savannah there is a sizable pedestrian old town area where the history intermixes with bars and restaurants and quirky shops and arts venues.  There is a smallish college wedged firmly into the historic community in all three locales (College of Charleston, Savannah College of Art and Design, Flagler College) and a broadly youthful local base.  And B&Bs everywhere.


Some quick notes:

  • Strong recommendation for the Centennial House B&B, and I don't usually like B&Bs, but the breakfast was tasty, the room comfy, and lots of free hooch.  I would definitely stay there again.

  • There is a place called The Bath Junkie, which is a bath soaps and amenities shop which connects to The Tipsy Duck, a bubble bath themed bar.  It is immensely cool.  Visit it.

  • Be sure to visit the St. Augustine Distillery for a Bourbon tour.  And the Winery for some more free hooch.

  • Most places that claim to be artist communities are just a bunch of pretentious retirees doing crafts. St. A is much more legit.  Visit the galleries.


Regrets, I have a few.  We took a Taste of St. Augustine walking tour and while the tour itself was fine, the food was awful.  Oh well, but the real regret is we never got to St. Augustine beach.  St. Augustine is on the mainland, just off the coast is a barrier island called Anastasia where the (separate) community of St. Augustine Beach is.  Renowned for sit-by-the-water fish restaurants and, of course, the beach.  It was a bit chilly for a beach day. Next time for sure.


Rather than hit I-95 immediately, on the way back we took A1A along the coast, through Ponta Verda, as far north as Jacksonville.  Beautiful drive. Beautiful beaches and not very crowded.  It almost made me want to consider the ocean side for my retirement.  Almost.  As beautiful as it was, I'm a gulf coastal dude.  That aside, I'm really enjoying these Atlantic Coast road trips.  I hope there are more in my future.


[Books] The Wrecker, by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

This book should be portrayed next to the word sprawling in the dictionary.  Published in 1892 it is, in Stevenson's words, a "South Seas yarn" but there is so much more to it.  In the first section, our narrator, the Young Hero, is just starting out in the world and intent on becoming an artist and studying in Paris.  His loving father would prefer that he entered into business and they go back and forth, the young man pursuing his dream and the father using his purse strings to indulge young man enough that he can try his hand at art, but giving him a boundary on how long his father will continue support.  

While studying in Paris he forms a fateful friendship with an Idea Man: a high-energy, hype-man fellow who flits from idea to idea, scheme to scheme; not without success.  In time the Idea Man moves to San Francisco after losing interest in art.  The Young Hero soldiers on in Paris, his dream of being an artist suffering setbacks, until he gets the news that his father has made some bad investments and gone bankrupt.  No more money will be coming.  After struggling a bit more in Paris, he gets further communication that his father has died.


The Young Hero leaves Paris, gathers up what he can of his father's estate and heads to San Francisco to meet up with his old friend, the Idea Man, who has promised him work.  The Idea Man comes through and they run a successful boat touring business for a while before the story shifts gears again.


Note that we are nearly half way through the book at this point, and we have not yet started the main plot or been to the South Seas. Now, that is not to say the story is slow moving or this all doesn't work to set up the characters going forward.  It does, quite beautifully.  There is no shortage of interesting developments along the way.  In fact, it wonderfully sets up how the Young Hero and the Idea Man, by the nature of their characters, get involved in a shady and outright illegal scheme next.  The Idea Man is shown to have connections to what I think we would call a mob boss in San Francisco in the interest of his enthusiasm for successful business ventures.  The Young Hero is shown to be almost unaffected by his father's death other than in the way it upsets his life, suggesting his moral center is nebulous.


Also, the amount of time spent on florid descriptions of scenes and settings is about half the length of the book.  It's all marvelously written with sentences intricately constructed in a manner that is lost to us now. I suppose that in 1892, when you took to reading a book, you had patience.  Not only was there a lack of visual distraction.  You had to depend on the words to describe things you have never seen.  I can bring up any number of pictures and videos of San Francisco and its environs, and in fact it's not an enormous matter for me to actually go there to see what it's like (which I have).   In 1892, readers would have only had the description in the book to go by, so extended descriptions of settings and people were necessary and appreciated.  My lesson: reading old books gives you insight into what reading books was like for people centuries past.


Which leads to my next observation.  With the overwhelming majority of books I have read, I have had the reaction that it could have been shortened by a third.  (P.G. Wodehouse being an exception.)  A century and a half ago, I probably would have felt the need for more.  There is a think piece to be written about how the visual arts can stunt our appreciation for beautiful prose.  I am not going to be writing it, but there you are.


In any event, you can think of The Wrecker as almost 4 books in one. The first being the Young Hero in Paris.  The second being the adventures of the Young Hero and the Idea Man in San Francisco.


The third is where the South Seas adventure begins.  The Young Hero and Idea Man decide to try Wrecking.  A shipwrecked vessel was (is?) auctioned to the highest bidder to parties who speculate that the cost of purchase is lower than the value of what they can salvage from the ship.  Our protagonists enter an auction confident in the value of the bid, but when they get in a bidding war with someone bidding by proxy the auction price explodes by an order of magnitude. They are swept up in bidding and go deep into debt to win the auction.  They jointly come to the conclusion that if someone was willing to go so high on the bid, there must be something very valuable on board.  They presume: Opium.


With their last pennies they arrange for a crew and ship to reach the wreck, on Midway island, the Young Hero to join the voyage while the Idea Man hangs back in San Francisco to hold off the bankers as long as he can. 


The wreck salvage doesn't pan out as hoped.  They do find some opium, but not enough to save them from bankruptcy.  The Young Hero talks himself into betraying his partner and keeping the little opium money for himself, rationalizing that he would be making his partner party to criminal activity for a small amount of money that wouldn't save him anyway.


Perhaps more interestingly, papers and photos found in the wreckage suggest something else was going on; that the crew of this wreck were not who they say they were; that something more wicked that opium smuggling was happening.


In the fourth section the Young Hero is pursuing the mystery in competition with the Shyster, who was the agent making bids for the wreck with the other party and who has also reasoned out that something strange was going on.  After some machinations they travel to England and finally approach the family of the man who was counter-bidding for the wreck and discover they have no knowledge of him, that he was disowned long ago. The Shyster vanishes.  The Young Hero takes the opportunity to revisit Paris and, through connections, finds the other bidder.  


The other bidder relates a harrowing story of how he was made a Remittance Man by his family and recounts a tale of how he became involved with the wrecked ship and effective on the run.  I won't give the details away.  Our Young Hero, again demonstrating his moral flexibility, initially thought to gain from blackmailing the Remittance Man, but in the end, they become friends and fellows or a sort.  


While clearly a character driven story, the character arcs are not obvious.  I would guess most of the characters start and end in the same place. But then, Robert Louis Stevenson considered himself an entertainer above all else.  And this is indeed monumental yarn.


Should you read The Wrecker? You need patience, as discussed.  And you need to be able to deal with the complex sentences and vocabulary that people used to employ long ago (in contrast, it is near enough in history for you to recognize the personality types). If you have those things, it is quite entertaining and thought provoking. 


Aside: In reading about him, I stumbled on this Roberet Louis Stevenson quote:


The man is a success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.


Yes.


[TV] Toob Notes

Outer Banks -- I first watched this because a teenage friend of mine was obsessed with it and had a crush on one of the characters.  It's now in its third season. It is framed as a mystery in the vein of Robert Louis Stevenson --  a legendary missing treasure, tropical locations, danger and adventure, albeit at a Scooby-Doo level of sophistication.  It's also got a Romeo+Juliet vibe with a romance between teens of opposing tribes.  There is the obligatory class warfare/social justice angle where mean, rich, white people are the bad guys. And since it's a teen drama, the grown ups just don't understand.  Derivative is the word I'm looking for, from start to finish.

Actually, it's probably targeted at tweens more than teens. As portrayed the teens are more like a child's image of a teen.  They are all very pretty.  They are devoted to their circle of friends above everything else.  It is, in fact, the only moral code they follow.  They are stupid and short sighted like children, but somehow something always comes along to fix things.


It's probably harmless to these kid viewers.  The stupidity and self-destructive morality might have a bad effect, but I think by time they are fifteen or so, they'll understand it's just a fantasy.  As for me, it quickly became background noise.  As my curiosity waned, I could watch it and browse the web or play a game simultaneously.   


For an adult it's just a time waster.  For a kid, it will be a shared experience with some of their friends and something to trigger their nostalgia when they see a social media post about it in forty years.


Perry Mason --  Season two remains a strong drama and well plotted mystery.  The acting stands out.  It is both period correct but with flights of anachronistic wokeness as is deemed to be Required By Modern Audiences. The actors are top notch.  The plotting is solid, and having written a whodunit, I know that is not an easy thing.  It is also an adult show, not just because there are bits of nudity, but because there is no constant, glaring exposition, and there is no attempt to pander to immature tastes.  I would call it a high-end police procedural, miles ahead of any variation of Law and Order.


Star Trek: Picard -- I have not paid attention to any of the new Star Trek shows (Discovery, Picard, Strange New Worlds) because given my understanding of the current state of TV I figured they would profoundly suck.  And, by all accounts, they have.  Then suddenly, a cynical personage no less than The Critical Drinker declared Season 3 of Picard to be a triumph so I had to check it out.


Now, I am on record as declaring Deep Space Nine as the only Trek that is re-watchable as a drama.  Oh, they all had their fun moments, a few episodes here and there that were entertaining or even high quality, but for the most part they are un-rewatchable, at times outright inane.  As such, Picard is no Deep Space Nine.  But it is a top quality take in The Next Generation journey, with bits of Voyager mixed in.


Here's the thing, at its heart it really is just a recycling of Star Trek tropes and old plotlines. But it is extremely well done recycling. The production quality and direction alone are vastly better than anything the series from years ago could generate.  The actors are all old now, and God bless them for not trying to make them look young or fake, and frankly I think they are all better actors than they were.  Patrick Stewart used to have to carry the show, now all the others are showing depth they didn't have before (or maybe I'm just in sympathy with their aged personas).  Not only that, Todd Stashwick as Captain Shaw and Amanda Plummer as Vedic give pitch perfect performances.


What you have here is good old Star Trek.  No socio-political agenda, no gender swapped characters.  Great drama it ain't, but it is quite entertaining.  And, honestly, it is nice to see them all back together.  Think of it as if it were a string of the best episodes of old Star Trek you ever saw.


And that's the place we are today.  A good few episodes of Star Trek count as great TV these days.  Alas.