Review of “The Dark Side of Christian History” by Helen Ellerbe

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In short: The book has an engaging writing style and is a quick, easy read. However, it is too short to do the subject justice and suffers from oversimplification and insufficient information.



My first impression of this book, with its 188 pages of text, was that it was too short to do its subject justice. It is also my final impression. It seems, at times, hastily written, and the author is selective in what material she chooses to present. The entire book, including a perusal of its notes and bibliography, could be read over a rainy weekend.

The book contains eleven chapters, ten covering a particular period of the history of Christianity and the eleventh a conclusion: “Seeds of Tyranny,” “Political Maneuvering: Making Christianity Palatable to the Romans,” “Deciding Upon Doctrine: Sex, Free Will, Reincarnation and the Use of Force,” “The Church Takes Over: The Dark Ages,” “The Church Fights Change: The Middle Ages,” “Controlling the Human Spirit: The Inquisition and Slavery,” “The Reformation: Converting the Populace,” “The Witch Hunts: The End of Magic and Miracles,” “Alienation from Nature,” “A World Without God,” and the conclusion.

The preface opens with a quote from Pope John Paul II about the millennium being a good time for the Roman Catholic Church to reflect on its “dark history.” Barely a paragraph below it, the author writes about an acquaintance who spoke of the Christian church as embodying all that is best in Western civilization and seemed entirely unaware of the history of violence and oppression committed by not only individual Christians but by Christian institutions. That the author, as well as the Pope, was attempting to remedy this ignorance seemed to me a good and hopeful sign and was actually the reason I decided to read the book.

The title is a fair warning that the author is not about to present an unbiased history of the church, which is certainly not required for either an interesting or informative read. Her main thesis is stated early and repeated often: The belief in one supreme being leads to oppression because it demands hierarchy and conformity.

“The dark side of Christian history was not an unavoidable result of human nature,” Ellerbe concludes, “It was the result of a very specific ideology and belief structure.”

*WARNING* A BIT OF GROUSING AND PEDANTRY TO FOLLOW *WARNING*

While she does not argue that polytheism leads to egalitarianism, she does posit that seeing the many aspects or faces of god(s) can bring about social justice, sexual and racial equality, and peace with one’s neighbors because such a system is more open to power sharing. In this, she ignores the many hierarchical polytheistic societies past and present. For example, the classical polytheistic societies of Greece. Even classical Athens, the putative cradle of Western democracy, practiced slavery and sequestered (respectable) women.

The belief in a single supreme being may be responsible for some of the woes we humans tend to inflict on each other but viewing how widespread the practice of human sacrifice has been through time and across geography—Aztecs slaughtering prisoners of war to feed the sun with their hearts, for example—I don’t see that belief in many gods does much better.

Quotes from people as diverse as sharp-tongued Tertullian, the “Father of the Latin church,” and physicist Stephen Hawking fill The Dark Side of Christian History. It makes for delicious reading at times.

However, I got the impression that Ellerbe probably has read few of the passages in their original context. To my dismay, I noticed a quote attributed to St. Cyril of Alexandria (the learned Hypatia of Alexandria was murdered during his bishopric, possibly with his—at least—tacit consent) sourced in contemporary writer Riane Eisler’s The Chalice and the Blade. Eisler was born in 1931. I doubt she has had any conversations with a 4th-century CE North African bishop lately. I would have dug out Eisler’s book to check, but I lent it to a friend who didn’t see fit to return it. So, what is the ultimate source of the Cyril quote?

When Ellerbe deals with any historical person, she presents only one side of them. For instance, she portrays Isaac Newton as the discoverer of the laws of gravity, who deprived the world of magic (so her argument goes), which in turn alienated Europeans from nature. This simplification overlooks that Newton was a mystic and an alchemist who held a heretical view of the nature of god. Such information would apparently—complicate things.

Another huge omission is the history of the Eastern Orthodox church. The few paragraphs devoted to Byzantium note that the Crusaders decided to sack the city between home and the “holy land.” The author does not deal with Orthodox religious issues.

The writing is clear and straightforward, avoiding purple passages even when recounting the horrors of the Inquisitions and witch-finding. However, the author recounts large numbers of victims in those horrors without qualification or hesitation.

On page 95, she cites the number of Protestants (Huguenots) killed in the St. Bartholomew’s Day Massacre in France in 1572 unequivocally as 10,000. The Catholic Encyclopedia (granted, not an unbiased source) numbers the dead in Paris as 2000 but states, “The number of victims in the provinces is unknown, the figures varying between 2000 and 100,000.” While Ellerbe put her figure toward the low end of the possible total, the problem is—IMseldomHO—that she pretends certainty where there is none. I’m sure this is for the sake of simplicity, but as a reader, I’ve handled reading about the suffering of people being tortured, burned alive, or drowned. I can handle a little uncertainty, particularly when it speaks to careful research on the part of the author.

END OF MOST OF THE GROUSING AND PEDANTRY

Finally, at the end of this extremely long review (for which I ask the reader’s forgiveness, assuming any have made it this far), I can only marginally recommend this book. It is perhaps a good starting place, but there is so much left out and so much sacrificed for simplicity that I felt cheated. As for the author’s thesis (polytheism leads to harmony; monotheism to hierarchy and patriarchy), I didn’t buy it for a moment, but the subjects she brings up bear some study. The millennium is twenty-five years old now and her book about thirty, but it’s always a good time to reflect on the past to learn from mistakes made before us in order to work on creating a world where, as Ellerbe puts it, “we can embrace the hope and pursue the dream that humanity can be free to act humanely.”

Bio: I could find little info on the author. She was raised in the Episcopalian tradition. At the time of the book’s publication, she was a researcher, writer, and public speaker living in the San Francisco Bay Area.



Title: The Dark Side of Christian History
Author: Helen Ellerbe
First published: 1995
Length: non-fiction book

Review of “Reunion: Coda: Book 2 of the Reunion Duology” by Alex Diaz-Granados

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Full disclosure: The author and I have been netbuddies for twenty years (YEE GADS!), first “meeting” at the defunct review site, the late great Epinions.

This novel is a lyrical story of new love interwoven with a story of acceptance of love lost and self-forgiveness. In his mid-thirties, Professor Jim Garraty is lucky in many ways. His dream of teaching history has come true. His books enjoy mild success. At the same time, he’s smarting from a painful divorce.

One evening, as he’s enjoying a drink at a bar, a woman with a full book bag approaches him and asks, “Is this seat taken?” She’s a stranger, but there’s something familiar about her, something that summons memories from long ago.

Alex writes in lush tones, where New York City’s winter gray skies give way to warmth inside apartments. The sun casts long, golden rays and deep shadows. Big band and orchestral music play large roles in the book, setting the mood for joy and reverence.

Another theme is regret over bad choices, missed opportunities, and forgiveness for falling short.

The story is richly textured and enjoyable.




Title: Reunion: Coda: Book 2 of the Reunion Duology
Author: Alex Diaz-Granados
First published: April 2025
Length: novel

Review of “Mysterious Island” (1961)

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Our Saturday night pizza and bad movie offering was an adaptation of a Jules Verne novel with stop-motion special effects of Ray Harryhausen. It brought me back to many Saturday afternoon movies back in the day.

Plot:

The opening scenes depict a storm at sea, but a scene title tells us the action takes place during the siege of Richmond, Virginia, 1865, which took place on land. But don’t worry. We’ll get to the sea—and it will be stormy.

Captain Cyrus Harding (Michael Craig), Corporal Neb Nugent (Dan Jackson), and Herbert Brown (Michael Callan) are Union soldiers held as prisoners of war near the Confederate capital of Richmond, Virginia. They plan to escape via a hot air balloon that the Rebels use for observation.

Yeah, it could work. Good thing the Confederates are such lousy shots.

Along the way, they snag a captured journalist, Gideon Spilitt (Gary Merrill), and a Johnny Reb, Sergeant Pencroft (Percy Herbert). Sgt. Pencroft is about to be tossed out of the basket until the others realize he’s the only one who can pilot the balloon.

After four days, our heroes find themselves over water—could it be the Pacific? Uh-oh… problems with the valve on the balloon. And then a storm hits. Is that the sound of a tear? And hissing? Is that land? Will they make it?

The balloon ditches, and our heroes swim.

The next morning, after the storm has passed, they wake up on a tropical island beach. Captain Harding is missing, but they eventually find him next to a fire he did not set. How could he, without matches?

Thoughts:

The film is loosely based on Jules Verne’s 1875 book The Mysterious Island (original French: L’Île mystérieuse). It’s been translated into English several times with changes of names and a couple of changes of characters.

The book (and the movie) draws material from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and In Search of the Castaways by Jules Verne, The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss, Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, and Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson.

The five men search for food and build themselves shelters. The oysters are about the size of footballs. On their way to a hot spring for a much-needed soak, our heroes encounter a crab the size of a Greyhound bus. It picks up Neb in its pincer.

With some organization, our heroes start building a boat to travel home in.

Two more castaways arrive on the islands, women this time. A sea chest washes ashore, packed with useful things, almost as if someone knew what they needed…

Along the way, our heroes battle not only the giant crab but also a giant chicken—or a flightless bird of some sort? The Volkswagen-sized bees, however, still fly. No adventure on a South Sea Island would be complete without discovering a diary and an attack by pirates.

They find a cliffside dwelling they dub “Granite House,” accessed by hanging vines. Comely young Elena Fairchild (Beth Rogan) exchanges her proper Victorian dress for something out of the Cavegirl summer catalogue without a single hair ever wandering out of place. Young Herbert likes the new look.

The viewer glimpses the lush, Victorian interior of the Nautilus and listens as Captain Nemo (Herbert Lom) describes his new idea for ending wars, one that he believes is superior to his old idea of merely sinking military ships.

The juxtaposition of the violent pacifist Captain Nemo and the American Civil War is interesting, though it’s left all but unexplored in the film. This was entertainment after all.

It will not be to everyone’s taste, but I found it fun. If this is a not-entirely believable little adventure story, it is at least worth a grin for watching an interesting way to cook a crab.



The movie can be watched here for free with ads.



Title:  Mysterious Island (1961)

Director
Cy Endfield

Writers
John Prebble…screenplay &
Daniel B. Ullman…screenplay (as Daniel Ullman) &
Crane Wilbur…screenplay
Jules Verne…novel

Cast (in credits order)
Michael Craig…Capt. Cyrus Harding
Joan Greenwood…Lady Mary Fairchild
Michael Callan…Herbert Brown
Gary Merrill…Gideon Spilitt
Herbert Lom…Captain Nemo
Beth Rogan…Elena Fairchild
Percy Herbert…Sgt. Pencroft
Dan Jackson…Cpl. Neb Nugent
Harry Monty…Pirate(uncredited)

Released: 1961
Rated: Approved
Length: 1 hour, 40 minutes

Review of “Godzilla vs. Monster Zero” (1965)

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(Complete w/cheesy voiceover)

For our Saturday pizza and bad movie, we enjoyed a return to the classics—a Kaiju flick that managed to squeeze in an alien invasion.

Plot:

The World Space Authority is sending two astronauts, Glenn Amer (Nick Adams) and K. Fuji (Akira Takarada), to explore the newly discovered Planet X, located beyond Jupiter. (… maybe wedged in between it and Neptune? No one says.) Before they leave, Fuji scolds his sister, Haruno (Keiko Sawai), because she’s seeing the inventor Tetsuo Teri (Akira Kubo), a nerd with thick black-rimmed glasses who hasn’t sold a single invention so far. How will he support his sister in the style to which she’s become accustomed?

However, while the two astronauts are in space, a charming Miss Namikawa (Kumi Mizuno) shows interest in a particularly annoying alarm clock Tetsuo has developed. Miss Namikawa is also dating Glenn. Unlike Haruno, who gazes modestly toward the ground when speaking to men, Miss Namikawa looks them in the eyes. She wears lots of makeup and tight dresses. Hmmmm…. Could she be a fast woman? Could she have ulterior motives for purchasing Tetsuo’s device?

Glenn and Fuji find that Planet X is inhabited by people forced to live underground. A three-headed dragon, King Ghidorah (Shôichi Hirose), flies around the planet, blowing up things. The Controller of Planet X (Yoshio Tsuchiya) welcomes our heroes and asks only that they allow Godzilla (Haruo Nakajima) and Rodan (Masaki Shinohara) to come to Planet X to defeat King Ghidorah. In return, the inhabitants will give the people of Earth a formula for the treatment of all diseases. (In the original Japanese, they promise a cure for cancer.)

The Controller and all inhabitants dress identically: black, fitted leather shirts and helmets, with a neck wrap and a plastic band over their eyes, which must have made seeing difficult.

What a bargain! The Earth astronauts have to return to Earth to ask permission first, though.

Will Godzilla and Radon never threaten Tokyo again? Will the people of Earth find a cure for what ails them? Or will this be another case of what your mama told you: if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is?

Thoughts:

This goofy film is, first and foremost, a lot of fun unless the viewer is expecting something like reality. The two astronauts (in the Japanese version don’t even speak the same language) seem to be good friends. They exchange hand gestures and grins. The only villain to speak is the Controller. He also has a great villain laugh. The bad guys all dress alike—and weirdly. I half-expected them to break out in a Devo song.

The special effects have high hopes. The bad guys find Godzilla at the bottom of a lake and fish him out. They find Rodan snoozing in a rock formation and break him out. They transport the monsters back home in giant bubbles attached to their spaceships by buzzing tractor beams.

And then there are their spaceships. On the outside, they look kind of like the spinning tops I had as a kid, except they’re white and appear inflatable. On the inside, they look kind of like stage spaceships. The bad guys control them by brain waves. And they can haul monsters from Earth to Planet X beyond Jupiter.

Once on Planet X, there is the monster smackdown, complete with Godzilla roars and bangs, rockfalls, etc. Godzilla even performs a victory dance:

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Apparently, it was born of an effort to make the monster more kid friendly. The moves came from a character named Iyami from a manga titled Osomatsu-kun. It’s a thing of controversy among the Godzilla fanbase because it is so goofy and reputedly despised by the original creator of the beast. I just think it’s silly.

While I know these types of movies aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, I found it delightful fun.

Unfortunately, I could not find this gem available for streaming for free, but places like YouTube will rent it or sell it to you. Max will let you watch it if you want to subscribe. If you’re lucky, maybe you can find it at your library.



Title: Godzilla vs. Monster Zero (AKA Invasion of Astro Monster) 1965
original: Kaijû daisensô

Director
Ishirô Honda (as Inoshirô Honda)

Writer
Shin’ichi Sekizawa

Cast (in credits order)
Nick Adams…Astronaut Glenn Amer (as Nikku Adamusu)
Akira Takarada…Astronaut K. Fuji
Jun Tazaki…Dr. Sakurai
Akira Kubo…Tetsuo Teri
Kumi Mizuno…Miss Namikawa
Keiko Sawai…Haruno Fuji
Yoshio Tsuchiya…Controller of Planet X
Haruo Nakajima…Gojira
Masaki Shinohara…Rodan
Shôichi Hirose…Kingugidora

Released: 1965
Rated: G
Length: 1 hour, 33 minutes

Review of “Two Boys Kissing” by David Levithan

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The Stuff:

This young adult novel follows the fortunes of several gay boys and young men. A Greek chorus of gay men who died during the AIDS crisis serves as the narrator. They cannot interact with the living. Peter and Neill are a couple still in high school who have been dating for a while. Avery and Ryan meet at a gay prom (the Greek chorus looks on, delighted that such a thing is possible these days). They’re just finding out about each other. Tariq recalls a time he was beaten up outside a theater—not for being black. His assailants called him a “faggot.” There were even black guys among them. He wonders—what did he do wrong? Cooper stays up late, cruising sex/dating sites and chatting with older men. He had not yet met any of them.

And then there are Craig and Henry. They are no longer going out, but they’ve remained friends. They decided to try to break the Guinness Book of World Records record for the longest kiss—something more than thirty hours. Craig wanted to protest after he saw Tariq in the hospital, but he didn’t know how. Breaking the Guinness Book of World Records for kissing another boy is his way.

Thoughts:

In his author’s notes, author David Levithan writes about two college students, Matty Daley and Bobby Canciello, who kissed for thirty-two hours, thirty minutes, and forty-seven seconds in September 2010 to break the Guinness World Record. He admits the characters are not based on Daley and Canciello but were inspired by them. He further thanks Daley for telling him what it was like.

It comes as little surprise that this book, aimed at young audiences and dealing with LGBT+ themes, has been challenged and banned. According to the American Library Association (ALA), it was the 18th most frequently banned book between 2010-2019. There is no explicit sex. While there is a lot of kissing, talk of sex, arousal, and a suicide attempt, it is mostly romance. In my cynical heart of hearts, I might say the romance is often idealized, but be that as it may, I can’t imagine there’d be any squawking if the characters were straight.

The device of the ghosts of a past generation as narrator(s) adds poignancy. They don’t all speak as one voice all the time but often speak with “we.” “We” have seen something happen before, but “we” can’t know how it will turn out. They want to help but are powerless to make things easier for the young men they watch. They also realize, to borrow a phrase, that the kids are all right.

The book was shortlisted for the 2013 National Book Award for Young People, nominated for the 2014 Stonewall Book Award for Children’s & Young Adult Literature, and nominated for 2014 for The Inky Awards for Silver Inky.

As far as young people reading a book, my inclination is to let anyone curious enough to read it read it. If you are a parent and don’t want your children reading a particular book, I support your right to do so. You are the mommy or the daddy. However, I don’t believe you have the right to determine whether the kids down the block have access to the same book.

And for the book in question, I can’t imagine myself—were I a parent—forbidding my child (straight or gay) to read it. It is, all said and done, a sweet book.




Title: Two Boys Kissing
Author: David Levithan (b. 1972)
First published: 2013
Length: novel

Review of “The Fog” (1980)

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For our Saturday night pizza and bad movie selection, we chose a flick that started with a ghost story around a campfire.

Plot:

As midnight nears before the centennial of the founding of the northern California seaside town of Antonia Bay, old Mr. Machen (John Houseman) sits with a group of kids around a campfire. He tells them of the wreck of the old sailing ship, Elizabeth Dane, and how she was led to her destruction in a fog by a campfire the crew mistook for a lighthouse. Now, sailors tell of the men at the bottom of the sea who rise when the fog rolls over Antonio Bay to find the campfire that lured them to their deaths.

Sleep tight, little guys.

Once the clock strikes midnight, several odd things happen. A glowing fog appears on the horizon over the bay. Weatherman Dan O’Bannon (Charles Cyphers) picks up fog on his radar and warns DJ Stevie Wayne (Adrienne Barbeau) about it and a fishing vessel called the Sea Grass in its path. (He has a really good radar, I guess). Stevie broadcasts from a lighthouse to warn the Sea Grass of the incoming fog.

Something of an earthquake strikes, knocking bricks loose from a church wall. Episcopalian priest Father Malone (Hal Holbrook) discovers the journal of his grandfather (another Father Malone). He realizes where the money came to found not only his church but the whole town. His grandfather misbehaved in some pretty serious ways.

It does not look good for any of the town fathers—oh, irony!—and just when Antonio Bay is getting ready to celebrate its 100-year anniversary.

The crew of the Sea Grass is drinking heavily. For shame! They hear Stevie’s warning but see no fog until—out of the fog, a massive 19th-century sailing ship nearly rams them. What the hell? Silent figures board Sea Grass and slit the throats of the unsuspecting crew with what appear to be hooks. It’s terrifying to watch.

Murdering the innocent (if loaded) crew doesn’t satisfy the ghosts’ thirst for vengeance. They’re looking for descendants of those who murdered them, and they work their way ashore in the glowing fog, where they wreak havoc and leave a trail of corpses.


Thoughts:

The opening screen flashes an epigram from an Edgar Allen Poe poem:

“Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?

I’m not sure of its relevance. The poem (…I think?) speaks of how fleeting life is, and the movie depicts sailors who hold a grudge and visit the iniquity of the fathers upon the children and other bystanders a hundred years after their demise.

Overall, my feelings about this flick are mixed. Moments of genuinely scary stuff are tossed in with some tedious melodrama. Additionally, there’s the tired trope of not daring to have sex if you’re in a horror flick. Not to be overlooked is the obtuse town elders, who insist on going through with one thing that will ensure disaster descends on the town despite all the warnings by people who know better.

A lot goes on; several story threads work their way through the tale. The ghosts/zombies are out for vengeance and won’t be put off. The people they hunt down have done them no harm but have benefited from the wrong the ghosts suffered. Unanswered at the end is the question of whether the ghosts are satisfied—will they be back for more when the fog rolls in again?

Some of the special effects work nicely, but others don’t. The viewer never really gets to see the ghosts/zombies. The fog on TV doesn’t really look like fog in real life. It might on the big screen. Yet, it is creepy. Seeing the silhouette of some guy standing outside the door in the fog, holding a sharp object, is enough to raise the hair on the back of anyone’s neck. Where are the lights coming from? Probably not car headlights.

The Fog
was a 1981 nominee for the Saturn Award for Best Horror Film and Best Special Effects from the Academy of Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror Films. John Carpenter won the 1980 Critics Award at the Avorias Fantastic Film Festival (France) and was nominated for the Grand Prize from the same film festival.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find it anywhere to stream for free. Amazon Prime will show it to you with a subscription. YouTube will rent or sell it to you.



Title: The Fog (1980)

Directed by
John Carpenter…(directed by)

Writing Credits
John Carpenter…(written by) and
Debra Hill…(written by)

Cast (in credits order)
Adrienne Barbeau…Stevie Wayne
Jamie Lee Curtis…Elizabeth Solley
Janet Leigh…Kathy Williams
John Houseman…Mr. Machen
Tom Atkins…Nick Castle

Released: 1980
Length: 1 hour, 29 minutes
Rated: R

Review of “Blindness” by José Saramago

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The Stuff:

Not all the cars take off when the light turns green. The man inside seems to be saying something, but it takes a while before anyone outside pays attention or stops to hear him. He cries, “I am blind.”

The blindness struck suddenly and without warning. The man cannot drive any further. Another man, a good Samaritan, offers to drive him home. He is grateful. The second man offers to wait with him until the newly blind man’s wife comes home. The blind man hesitates. What if this stranger steals from me? He declines. The stranger, offended, steals his car but doesn’t get far, for the blindness strikes him while he’s driving, and he wrecks.

When the wife of the first blind man gets home, she talks him into seeing an ophthalmologist. It’s difficult because they have no car, but they finally get to the office. The ophthalmologist can find nothing wrong with the man’s eyes. He says he sees nothing but white. After he leaves, the ophthalmologist also goes blind.

Before long, the authorities realize they have a plague, a “white sickness” on their hands. The only way to contain the plague is to round up those stricken with it and place them in a secure place—a disused mental facility. As the ophthalmologist is being loaded into the van that will take him away, his wife tells them to take her, too. She’s blind as well.

She’s not. She can’t bear to be parted from her husband. She will care for him—and many other blind people as well.

The internees (as they’re called) are supposed to be fed three times a day—but sometimes, the soldiers guarding them don’t bring the food. The blind don’t dare step outside, or they will be shot. They’re on their own.

Thoughts:

This book is brutal and sad. When you think it can’t get worse, it does. The internees are not able to take care of themselves. Their clothes become filthy, and their dormitories are like barns that never get cleaned. A simple wound gets infected and turns gangrenous; the soldiers will not provide antibiotics. If a few of the blind die off, well, less work for them, right?

The characters don’t have names but are designated by characteristics: the first blind man, the doctor, the doctor’s wife, etc. The prose itself makes reading confusing. According to the wisdom of the web, this is author Saramago’s style: no quotation marks, page-long paragraphs, no chapters, and comma splices to keep you reading without taking a breath. It takes a while to switch gears, but the reading is not difficult. You may have to stop occasionally and ask, “Now, who’s saying that again?”

Rather than revulsion—there is more than one reference to stepping on excrement on the floor as if blind people can’t find the bathroom facilities—the reader feels pity. These people don’t want to live like this. Later, sexual and physical violence occurs when the food runs short, making their plight all the more pitiful.

Like the people, the city and the country are never named. People who make pronouncements on these things say this is to give the story universality, but I thought it gave it anonymity, like people occasionally speaking on TV in shadow with their voice disguised.

No cause for the blindness is offered nor for the immunity of the doctor’s wife. This is just the way things are.

While the reading can be engrossing, it is also often something of a slog. It is not an enjoyable book, whatever insights it offers into human experience.

Bio: José Saramago (1922-2010) was a Portuguese writer and man of letters. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1998. Among his notable works are Memorial do convento (1982; “Memoirs of the Convent”; Eng. trans. Baltasar and Blimunda) and O ano da morte de Ricardo Reis (1984; The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis). The Encyclopedia Britannica describes Saramago’s writing as “setting whimsical parables against realistic historical backgrounds in order to comment ironically on human foibles.”



Title: Blindness (Originally: Portuguese: Ensaio sobre a cegueira, meaning Essay on Blindness)
Author: José Saramago (1922-2010)
First published: Portuguese 1995, English October 1997
Length: Novel

Review of “Sssssss” (1973)

This Saturday night pizza and bad movie lived up to its name. I have to be honest and say that I couldn’t finish watching it. The schlock didn’t get to me—though there was plenty of that.

Plot:

The viewer first sees two men make a deal for an unseen exotic creature to be exhibited in a sideshow. While it’s loaded into the back of the carnival man’s truck, the creature makes pleading noises that sound almost human.

David Blake (Dirk Benedict) is a fair-to-partly college biology student, who gets an offer to intern with the renowned herpetologist Dr. Carl Stoner (Strother Martin). He jumps at the chance.

Dr. Stoner (the man who sold the exotic creature earlier), standing amid his glass cages of snakes, tells his daughter Kristina (Heather Menzies-Urich) to expect a new lab assistant.

“What happened to the guy who was here?” she asks.

Yeah. Wonder what happened.

Her father gives some vague answer. Oh, ya know. Plans changed.

When Dr. Stoner picks up the new assistant from the airport, he forgets to warn him about the pet snake he keeps loose in the truck. He also forgets to warn the gas station attendant. Hilarity ensues.

Back home at the lab, Dr. Stoner shows the newbie around the lab, including the king cobra. After extolling the virtues of the huge snake, he holds up a mongoose in a cage close enough that the animal hisses. Yeah, that’s class.

Dr. Stoner gives the new assistant a series of injections, claiming they will help give him resistance to snake venom. Yeah, resistance.

To raise funds, Dr. Stoner puts on shows for the public. He milks the king cobra for its venom while a crowd watches. People slip money into donation jars.

I closed my eyes during this scene, though I knew no one was hurt.

Once this scene was over, I asked the dearly beloved how invested he was in seeing the movie to the end. When he said, “Not at all,” we shut it off.

Thoughts:

It’s hard to put into words why I couldn’t keep watching. I can’t blame my cuddly feelings for snakes, which are no more substantial than the tooth fairy’s wings. Yet, I don’t see pissing off an innocent mongoose or milking a king cobra as cool things to watch.

I understand the usefulness of milking venomous snakes and respect the brave souls and agile bodies who do it. I guess I just don’t find the process entertaining. Does that make me squeamish? Yeah, maybe. And?

Or, I just didn’t see it as a good enough reason to keep critters from going about their critterly ways.

I couldn’t find this movie available for streaming. A couple trailers are available, but I frankly didn’t have the heart to post them. Just ICK.


Title: Sssssss (1973)

Directed by
Bernard L. Kowalski

Writing Credits
Hal Dresner…(screenplay)
Daniel C. Striepeke…(story) (as Dan Striepeke)

Cast (in credits order)
Strother Martin…Dr. Carl Stoner
Dirk Benedict…David Blake
Heather Menzies-Urich…Kristina Stoner (as Heather Menzies)
Richard B. Shull…Dr. Ken Daniels

Tim O’Connor…Kogen

Released: 1973
Length: 1 hour, 39 minutes

Review of “The General” (1926)

trailer from YouTube

A friend of my dearly beloved has been involved in the restoration of an old theater in Fullerton, California, for some years. The theater was originally built in 1925, in the days of silent movies. My dearly beloved remembers seeing movies there in the 80s.

As a treat for some friends (and in hopes of raising some funds), this friend invited a group of friends to view the silent movie The General starring Buster Keaton.

The restoration is still in progress, but one very nice addition is the restrooms across from the main auditorium. Unfortunately, the designations for “ladies” and “gentlemen” have yet to be put up. Pushing on the mystery door,  I had a 50-50 chance of having to say, “Oh, excuse me, sir.” Happily, all went well.

But I digress.

An organist provided the soundtrack for the movie. I regret I did not get the young man’s name. He was terrific, blending the music on the electronic instrument seamlessly with the action. One almost would have thought it was part of the film.

The Plot:

Our hero, engineer Johnny Gray (Buster Keaton), so the intertitles tell the viewer, has two loves in his life: the beautiful Annabelle Lee (Marion Mack) of Marietta, Georgia, and his train, The General.

When word comes of shots fired at Fort Sumter, Annabelle’s brother and father rush to enlist. Johnny joins them, only to be turned away. The recruiting people decide he’s more valuable to the South as an engineer, but they don’t tell him that. Johnny is dejected, all the more so when Annabelle tells him she won’t speak to him until she sees him in a uniform.

Harsh.

Disconsolate, Johnny sits on the drive-rod of the train. The engine moves, lifting him up and down, but Johnny’s face remains impassive.

A year later, Annabelle boards Johnny’s train at Marietta to visit her wounded father. At a stop for lunch, damn Yankee spies (Jim Farley and Glenn Cavender) decouple the boxcars and steal the engine. Unfortunately, Annabelle Lee is in one of the cars the damn Yankees steal. They tie her up.

Johnny chases after them.

Thoughts:

The train chase—which takes up most of the screen time—is amazing on many levels. Buster Keaton climbs over the train cars, the wood in the tender, and the engine. In one scene, he sits on the cow catcher—of a moving vehicle—holding a railroad tie while the damn Yankees throw another tie on the track to derail the train. He uses the tie to push the one on the tracks out of the way. How frigging dangerous is all that? But he makes it look like child’s play.

He chases the stolen train on foot (A for effort), with a handcar, and on a bicycle before he stumbles into a nest of damn Yankees and discovers their plot. He rescues Annabelle, of course, and steals a train back. A lot of slapstick is involved.

In one famous scene, the foolish damn Yankees run a train across a burning bridge, which collapses into a river. This was a real train. Until its iron was salvaged for WWII, it remained in the river. Bits and pieces of the bridge and wreck can still be seen.

Among other awards and nominations, The General was added to the National Film Registry in 1989 and was a 1927 Winner of the Photoplay Award for (really) Best Picture of the Month (March).

The movie was based (no credit given) on The Great Locomotive Chase, a memoir by William Pittenger about Union Army raiders who commandeered a Confederate train to disrupt Confederate supply lines—which brings up the next topic.

So, if the book was about an actual Union train theft in Georgia, why was the movie about a Confederate theft of a Union train? My guess has to do with the romanticized “lost cause” view of the Civil War, which was then in vogue. According to this piece of pseudohistory, the War of Northern Aggression was fought over states’ rights. It had nothing to do with slavery, which (if you believe the Florida State Board of Education) taught enslaved people useful skills.

But I digress once more…

In many respects, this movie is a lot of fun. There is a lot of action and a lot of derring-do.  There is some silliness, but the audience can identify with Johnny Gray.

The movie can be watched here:

For more info:


Title: The General (1926)

Writing Credits
Buster Keaton…(written by) and
Clyde Bruckman…(written by)
Al Boasberg…(adapted by) and
Charles Henry Smith…(adapted by) (as Charles Smith)
William Pittenger…(book) (uncredited)
William Pittenger…(memoir The Great Locomotive Chase) (uncredited)
Paul Gerard Smith…(uncredited)

Cast (in credits order)
Buster Keaton…Johnnie Gray
Marion Mack…Annabelle Lee
Glen Cavender…Captain Anderson
Jim Farley…General Thatcher
Frederick Vroom…A Southern General
Frank Barnes…Annabelle’s Brother
Charles Henry Smith…Annabelle’s Father (as Charles Smith)

Released: 1926
Length: 1 hour, 18 minutes

Review of “The Green Slime” (1968)

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We got our fill of schlock with this week’s Saturday night pizza and bad movie night movie, a romp in space depicting a death struggle with an energy-consuming and -emitting alien life form that could wipe out human existence and seem to squeal with enjoyment while doing it. And we had cheese ravioli.

Plot:

Earth Space Station (or something like that) discovers that asteroid Flora is on a collision course with the Earth. Commander Jack Rankin (Robert Horton) is volunteered to fly to Space Station Gamma 3 and, from there, land on the asteroid and blow it up.

“If you’re unsuccessful, don’t bother coming back,” he’s told. “There won’t be anything here.”

While he’s on Gamma 3, he will be in command of not only the mission but also the whole station.

Mighty generous of the Earth Space Station folk. The station’s present head, Commander Vince Elliott (Richard Jaeckel), had his nose just a bit out of joint. Yeah, he can follow orders. But really, Jack Rankin? Not only do the two have history, but Rankin also has history with Elliott’s fiancée, Dr. Lisa Benson (Luciana Paluzzi). This whole saving-the-Earth gig is turning out just great.

While the crew is on the asteroid, crew member Dr. Hans Halvorsen (Ted Gunther) notices a slimy green substance that appears alive. He wants to bring it back for study, but Rankin nixes the idea, smashing the glass container holding the goo. Unnoticed, a piece of the green slime splashes onto Dr. Halvorsen’s pant leg.

Their bombs are set. Under an accelerated schedule, they blast off, obliterating the asteroid and saving Earth from certain doom. And the crowds go wild. Or at least head for the officers’ club.

During the party, word comes that a problem has arisen with the decontamination unit. It seems the unit where the clothes of the men back from the asteroid were being treated has suffered some damage. The man tending the machinery has suffered electrocution.

Thoughts:

We did not watch this with thoughts that we were about to find material unjustly overlooked by the Academy. The seriousness of its tone and the bizarreness of its situation make for an odd fit with the unconvincing models and hokey dialogue. Just the same, using elaborate sets, vehicles, and lots of extras had to cost a bit.

And there there are the monsters. The green slime, fed energy, becomes tentacled monsters capable of electrocuting humans. The monsters bleed green slime, which can grow more monsters rapidly once it comes into contact with energy.

This movie is a joint Japanese and American film. Most of the on-screen actors are Caucasian, but the director is Japanese, as are many behind-the-scenes crew.

The unintentional silliness of the movie is perhaps its redemption. The monsters, killers of many a crew member, are Japanese children in rubber costumes. After learning that, it’s hard to hate them. Without an atmosphere, the asteroid has somehow managed to secure liquid water. At one point, astronauts fly outside the Gamma-3 station, attacking the monsters in what could be a ballet, given appropriate music.

The theme music is dated now but might have appeared cool…, er, hip, or something at the time.

Because it takes place on Gamma 3, The Green Slime is sometimes considered a sequel to four earlier movies that take place on Gamma 1: Wild, Wild Planet, War of the Planets, War Between the Planets, and Snow Devils. The plots have nothing in common.

The Bubicon Science Fiction Convention in Albuquerque, New Mexico, awards an annual Green Slime Award for the worst science fiction of the previous year.

This is definitely not for everyone. I enjoyed it, but it’s not something that I would be in a hurry to watch again.

I could not find this for free, but it is available to buy or rent on YouTube if you must. Or your library may have it.

Title: The Green Slime (1968)

Directed by
Kinji Fukasaku

Writing Credits
Ivan Reiner…(story)
Charles Sinclair…(screenplay) &
Bill Finger…(screenplay) (as William Finger) &
Tom Rowe…(screenplay)

Cast (in credits order)
Robert Horton…Commander Jack Rankin
Luciana Paluzzi…Dr. Lisa Benson
Richard Jaeckel…Commander Vince Elliott
Bud Widom…General Jonathan B. Thompson (as Bud Widham)
Ted Gunther…Dr. Hans Halvorsen

Released: 1968
Length: 1 hour, 30 minutes
Viewed: January 18, 2025