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Strange Corners of the Multiverse 7-19-19

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It occurred to me lately that I possess a blog, which I seldom make adequate use of, and a seemingly endless stream of opinions about pop culture subjects. Since I’m always telling myself I should blog more often, the solution seems obvious.

First off, I’d just like to say — I really like the Cats trailer. I know that hasn’t been the prevailing opinion on the internet, but to me it feels whimsical and fun. And I already know I love the music. The cast is awesome. I’m excited about it.

I saw the play on Broadway many years ago. At the time I was bumming around New York, basically hiding from my family who had gotten it into their heads that I’d be a good fit for the military (it’s like they didn’t even know me) and I had some time to kill so I scrounged up cheap tickets to every show I could see. I saw Bernadette Peters and Mandy Patinkin in Sunday in the Park With George. I also saw Anthony Quinn in Zorba the Greek and Sigourney Weaver and John Hurt in Hurlyburly. But the play I remember the best — even though I can’t name of the cast — was Cats.

I remember that I was sitting on the upper level — not very good seats really — and as soon as the lights went down and the music started, these shadowy figures started to spill out from backstage, running up and down the isles, scurrying through the balcony. Cats — actors dressed as cats — all over the theater. The spookiness and fun of those moments stayed with me every since.

There’s a wide range of opinion out there — a lot more than you’d expect from just a first trailer. (And I understand the irony of saying that as I add to the volume). With any kind of art or entertainment, you expect people who like it and people who don’t — and a whole lot of people in the middle who could care less. This post over by M. Arbeiter over at The Nerdist kind of sums up some of my feelings. Meanwhile, there’s this post at The Mary Sue, by Rachel Leishman — a site and a writer I often agree with — that I don’t get at all.

I’m going to let it go at that, except to throw in one of my favorite meme-quotes:

“Promote what you love instead of bashing what you hate.”


I’m also really excited by the news that Brandon Routh will be playing Superman again this fall. He was the very best part of the disappointing Superman Returns. (Which was still way, way better than Man of Steel). For the past four years or so (actually longer because he originated the part on Arrow) he’s been playing Ray Palmer, aka The Atom, on DC’s Legends of Tomorrow. Routh is one of those actors who just looks like he was born to play a comic book character. His earnest charm and awkward good looks are pure Clark Kent. In Superman Returns, he looks like the ghost of Christopher Reeve. Now we have the news he’ll be suiting up as Supes in the annual Arrowverse cross-over — this time based on the classic Crisis on Infinite Earths storyline. Apparently, there will be two versions of The Man of Steel in the crossover — because Tyler Hoechlin, who already plays the Arrowverse version of Superman, will also be in action.

Can’t leave the Arrowverse without mentioning the biggest news of the season for me. Fall will see the premier of Ruby Rose as Batwoman:

This is fabulous on a lot of levels. Kate Kane — aka Batwoman — is one of the most dynamic characters in the DC Universe, and one not widely known outside the hard core fans. Her backstory, being drummed out of the military under Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell is extremely relevant at this moment in time. Powerful female and LGBTQ representation is vital and this show looks to increase the Arrowverse’s already strong showing. I’m psyched.

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The Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin

 Sometimes, certain books come along at just the right moment in our lives.  And sometimes they come along much later.  Not too late, but not at the time we really needed them.

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. When I was growing up in the dark prehistoric ages before the internet — before cable TV even — certain ideas and concepts just weren’t available to my young mind. I read ravenously, everything I could get my hands on, without any real restrictions from my parents, but I knew literally nothing about sexual identity or gender expression.  I remember reading a couple of early news stories about people like Renee Richards, a tennis player who had male-to-female reassignment surgery in the 1970’s — but it was mostly the stuff of punchlines or baffled magazine articles.  One time I tried to talk about one of those articles with my mom — who a vocal feminist and pretty enlightened person for that time and that place (Southern America, firmly inside the Bible Belt).  Her reply was, “Why would anyone want to do that?”

I never heard the words “transgender” or even “transsexual”. In fact, I was a teenager before I ever knew anyone who was openly Gay.  And the depictions of LGBTQ people in the media at that time ranged from non-existent to ridiculous to condescendingly tragic.

It’s hard not to look back and wonder what my life would have been like if I’d had those images — if concepts like gender non-conforming, gender fluid and non-binary had been available to me when I was figuring out who I was. (A puzzle I’ve never even come close to solving.)

So I have quietly been making a list of books and other media that I think of as “Things I Wish Had Existed When I Was A Kid”.

Very close to the top of that list is The Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin.

Riley Cavanaugh is a high school student and the child of a US Senator, from a very conservative district in Orange County. On top of the usual teenage rebellion, Riley (who spent some time in a psychiatric hospital after trying to wash down a bottle of Xanax with booze) is beginning to understand what it means to be gender fluid.  Some days, Riley wakes up feeling like a girl, some days like a boy — and some days neither.

Riley’s father is trying to pass an important new public education bill, and so Riley moves from a private Catholic school (which was hell, but where at least the uniform requirement eliminated the decision of what to wear every morning) to a public school in their district.

Maybe public school will be different, maybe Riley can find a place to fit in and not be the constant target of abuse.  Maybe.  Or maybe not.

But there are new friends to be made: a Star Wars loving Samoan football player called Solo, and Bec, an intriguing girl with a lip ring and lightsaber blue eyes.

On the advice of a therapist, Riley begins an anonymous blog about being gender fluid — and that blog takes off when other teenagers find it and relate to Riley’s struggle.  Suddenly, the isolated outsider has a (virtual) community, a cause to fight for, and (maybe) a girlfriend.

But not everyone is willing to accept Riley on Riley’s terms. And when one of those enemies make the connection between the weird kid in school and the blogger, everything Riley cares about (and Congressman Cavanaugh’s re-election) is put in jeopardy.

The Symptoms of Being Human is a heartbreakingly good book about a main character you can’t help but love and cheer for. A young adult novel that is rich enough for readers of all ages — even for the confused inner children of people who needed books like this a long time ago.

Thank goodness we have them now.

Odd Corners of the Multiverse 5/10/17

I often tell people that my roots as a storyteller are sunk deep in comic books and soap operas. Inside, I’m still the kid that compulsively collected every issue of comic book series I was interested in and scheduled my freshman college courses around General Hospital so I could keep up with Luke and Laura. I’ve always been a sucker for any kind of continuing storyline — so much so that I actually try to be careful what TV shows I start watching or what comic strips I start reading. There’s only so many hours in a day.

A case in point, I recently came across this

Picture Source: The CW

Like me, you probably didn’t know you needed a novel length Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor romance, complete with an engaging mystery plot. But here it is. I was absolutely hooked from the first installment.

And that’s the real joy and danger of the Internet/Netflix age for someone like me. Never before in history has there been such a flood of entertainment available. As a life-long television junkie, who remembers the day where there were only five channels on my television — one of which was PBS and another the local channel that showed only re-runs of old shows — I am constantly floored by the sheer volume of really good television available today. No matter what your genre is, there is literally so much good television out there that you cannot watch it all. It’s impossible. I’ve tried.

The same is true, now, in publishing. The advent of Amazon, ebooks, Kindle Unlimited, and other platforms means there is a glut of reading material available. The common wisdom is that most self-published fiction is badly written and poorly edited — and there’s enough truth in that to keep the attitude alive. Honestly, though, Theodore Sturgeon long ago observed that “90% of everything is crap”, and while I’ve always thought that estimate was a little too high, it applies here. Yes, there’s a lot of dreck out there — manuscripts that should never have been released to the public. But there’s a lot of incredible, quirky, original stuff out there too which is a joy to read and which would never have reached an audience in the old publishing paradigm.

Take this for instance.

Extra Credit Epidemic, by Nina Post. A young adult novel centering around an outbreak of food poisoning, featuring Taffy Snackerge, a teen obsessed with infectious diseases and picking up girls.  All she wants to do is track down the source of the outbreak, but her mentor, an eccentric teacher with issues of his own, forces her to work with two other misfit students, the neurotically neat President of the Young Attachés Club, and a boy who can’t go anywhere in public without wearing a Mexican wrestling mask.   Part mystery, part teen romance, part coming-of-age story, I guarantee you’ve never read anything like this before.  I absolutely loved it.   And it comes from Curiosity Quills Press — one of the quirkiest and most unique small presses around.

Or this:

Otters in Space: The Search for Cat Havana by Mary E. Lowd.  Imagine a world where humans have disappeared.  Dogs are mostly in charge, leaving Cats as second class citizens.  The Dogs even have a religion about the First Race, believing that humans will return to take them along to the stars.  Meanwhile, Otters have built their own space program.  They control the orbiting space station which is the gateway to the Solar System.    Kipper is a Cat who doesn’t like the way things are but doesn’t know how to change them.  When her sister, who is running for local office, disappears, Kipper takes off to find her.  Accompanied by the Dog thug hired to kill her, Kipper unravels a conspiracy that will lead her to the Otter space station — and maybe to a secret Cat utopia where they can live free of Dogs.  Otters in Space is endlessly creative in the way only the best science fiction is, filled with charming, unusual, fully realized characters that will tug at your heartstrings at every turn.  One of my favorite books of the last few years.

And while I’m on the subject of Mary E. Lowd, she has become one of my favorite authors, and one I don’t know how I ever would have found in the old days — before the internet, ebooks and the like.   I would encourage everyone to check out the Free Fiction page on her website.

And I couldn’t wind up my post without mentioning this:  My Best New Thing in the World for the past month.   The famous detective Dick Tracy attending a cosplay convention with his granddaughter Honeymoon, as she explains to him what furries are.