Announcing the Arbiter Logs

ArbiterLogoOldThis morning I put the last 2300 words to the third novella I’ve written in 2013. And now at 75% of the way to the home stretch on this leg of my project, here’s what I’m up to: With eBooks taking off and moving, outstripping my paper book sales, I’ve decided that the sixteen or so Arbiters adventures that exist only as audio dramas should be available to readers as well. I’d always intended to novelize these scripts and print them, three of four to a book, as the adventures of young Horatio Hornblower are presented in Mr. Midshipman Hornblower, and as Alan Dean Foster did in the wonderful Star Trek Logs.

My eBook sales reports say the time is right to build up my inventory, so, by Summer, my plan is to release the first four Arbiter Chronicles adventures as novellas, for sale in eBook form at the reasonable price of 99 cents each. “Mutiny Springs Eternal,” the Mark-Time-Award-wining “A Man Walks Into a Bar,” and “Man of Letters” are drafted and ready for me to polish and send to the editor. I’ll embark on “The White Lady” next, and expect to have it finished in two to three weeks, in time to craft an outline for the third volume of ReDeus before Balticon. I’m really excited about this. It’s a chance to revisit my favorite characters in stories I told a dozen years ago. Along the way, I’m adding new insights and texture. I’m hoping this will bring the Arbiters to a whole new audience, and I hope all of you who’ve made this journey with me so far will come along for the ride.

 

Farewell Constellation Books

http://constellationbooks.com/files/constellation/logo.jpgIt’s a sad time – Constellation Books is closing next weekend. Everything in the store (except special orders) is 50% off. Lauretta has been a friend to local cons and local authors. We held Lance’s premiere part for Heroic Park here, and it’s a wonderful store. If Reisterstown is at all convenient to you, please come by and help out by making a purchase. Shelves are for sale, too.

 

Everything Old…

I’ve been working on this site for months, and quietly hiding it under the domain name thearbiterchronicles.com. Just brought it live, and I’m still adding to it. For a while, you’re going to see a lot of older stuff — fan fiction, reviews, old scripts — surface on the main feed below. As it drops off the front page, it’ll be correctly catalogued on the category pages linked above. I’ll leave my current blog entries (still hosted on LiveJournal for the time being) on the right for ease of identification.

Henry F. Potter – Crony Capitalist

Henry_Potter“That’s Henry F. Potter, the richest and meanest man in the county.” With these words we are introduced to the villain of It’s a Wonderful Life, the quintessential American Christmas movie. There are several versions of A Christmas Carol, of course, but Dickens was from England. No matter how many dozen American versions of the film there have been, it’s a British Christmas story, not an American one. It has almost no sense of humor, and little warmth toward humanity. Everyone’s either a greedy bastard or a wretch. There’s also A Christmas Story, which probably many Americans prefer to It’s a Wonderful Life, but that one’s so humorous that it knocks itself out of the running, for me. Christmas, and all the Winter celebrations from which it descends, rate a Winter’s Tale, and a Winter’s Tale needs some solemnity.

Lionel Barrymore is probably best remembered as Mr. Potter by today’s audiences. That’s too bad, in some ways, as that means a lot of people don’t know that Potter is despicable, not because Barrymore was despicable, but because Barrymore was such a great actor. Watch him in You Can’t Take it With You or Grand Hotel, both Oscar winners from the 1930s, and you’ll find it hard to believe you could ever hate this man in any role he played. But you can and do hate Henry F. Potter. The only sympathy he might evoke stems from the fact that he’s in a wheelchair. But, aside from the imperious way he commands his goon (Yep. That’s his name in the screenplay: Goon.) to wheel him around, that’s a detail you barely notice. This man is evil. (And Potter is in a wheelchair, I believe, only because Barrymore himself was confined to a wheelchair by arthritis aggravated by an accidental break of his hip at age 60.) Barrymore had excellent practice for playing a greedy Christmas film villain: he performed 19 times as Ebenezer Scrooge in the annual Christmas Day broadcasts of A Christmas Carol begun in 1934 by CBS and Campbell’s Soups.

But is Henry F. Potter, who, unlike Scrooge, is never redeemed, too much of a caricature? Indeed, in a country in which the politics of envy seem to be fueling an ever-greater hatred of financial success, is he actually a dangerous stereotype? Like Chris Cooper’s character in The Muppets, he could be taken as the producers’ way of saying that all industrialists and financiers are inherently evil (unless, of course, they’re spending their money making movies.) Henry Potter could be taken as an indictment of Capitalism. It’s for that very reason that many libertarians and Objectivists despise this film.

But I don’t see Mr. Potter as a caricature. I see him as an illustration of a very specific kind of person who really exists, who was with us in the 1930s and 1940s, who is with us still, and who, yes, manages to thrive when all around him are miserable. Henry F. Potter is a Crony Capitalist, or, as the great L. Neil Smith dubs them, a Rotarian Socialist.

In his introductory scene in the film, Mr. Potter is seen arguing with Peter Bailey, the father of our protagonist, George, who is, at the time, about twelve years old. Bailey is making a plea for thirty more days to repay a loan Potter has given him. Bailey owns a Building & Loan, a private cooperative of a type which became prevalent in the mid 1800s. Working class people wanted to buy houses, but banks were operated by the wealthy for the convenience of the wealthy, and did not lend money to those who didn’t have the collateral to secure the loan. Mortgages, as they exist today, were unheard of. In fact, the first mortgages were made by insurance companies, not banks, and payments did not reduce the amount owed, they merely collected the interest due. So Savings and Loan Associations, as they came to be called after FDR began subsidizing them with taxpayer dollars in the 1930s, pooled the limited funds of middle class customers and use them to provide home loans.

Potter makes several of his attitudes apparent in this first scene. For one, he detests begging, which he thinks Bailey is doing on behalf of his clients. Bailey believes he’s enabling the American Dream, something he makes clear in a statement to George in later years: “I feel that in a small way we are doing something important. Satisfying a fundamental urge. It’s deep in the race for a man to want his own roof and walls and fireplace, and we’re helping him get those things in our shabby little office.”

Keep in mind that the societies from which America tore itself away in the 1700s did not have a strong history of upward mobility. If you were born a serf on the estate, you belonged to the estate. You owed your service and loyalty to its owner, and, in return, he provided you with a place to live, and let you keep some of the fruits of your labors. At Christmas, he probably gave you a ham. This tradition of noblesse oblige is celebrated to an extent in A Christmas Carol. But the dark side of noblesse oblige is that, in return for his obligations to give you food and housing and a Christmas ham (and, dare I say it, Health Care?), the Lord of the Manor had control of your life to a large degree. The Lord of the Manor also owed his allegiance to higher nobles and to the King. Ultimately, all wealth in the land belonged to the one guy who sat on the throne. He just shared it with everyone else. (Marylanders should understand this concept after weeks and weeks of Question 7 ads, which made it very clear that every dime possessed by a Marylander really belongs to our beloved Governor, and we don’t have the right to spend it in, say, West Virginia.)

But, if you lived in a tied cottage on the estate, you did not aspire to ever become the Lord of the Manor. That title would pass next to his idiot son. The only chance you stood was to marry his idiot daughter and father his idiot grandson, but the mechanisms in place to prevent that ever happening were efficient. Nor were you likely to accomplish the more modest goal of owning your tied cottage, it being, well, tied to the estate.

In very American fashion, Peter Bailey is trying to throw sand in the face of this system, helping others like him to own their own land, rather than “crawling to Potter,” the Lord of the Manor’s equivalent in this story, who seems to have forgotten to order the Christmas Hams. Bailey is enabling upward mobility, not by requesting government grants (he founded his Building and Loan long before these were made available), but by coordinating private resources and getting paid by his customers for his efforts.

When Peter started his Building & Loan, it was relatively outside of Federal interference. After all, in 1919 it’s already an established concern. By 1932, the Fed was subsidizing S & Ls and many cropped up. But Peter is not one of these opportunists. His concept was very American, very DIY. Distrust for the big guy is extremely American in character, because it’s a key component of independence. This is why rich villains work so well in American entertainment. The American psyche doesn’t like aristocrats, and shouldn’t. But this often gets used as leverage to make us distrust anyone who makes money. So a lot of people assume you must be evil if you’re rich, when, in fact, the American spirit should merely say, “I’m not going to be dependent upon you to get ahead.” 

Sadly, though, Peter Bailey is not independent. He has borrowed from Potter and owes him $5,000. He doesn’t have it, and he’s asking for 30 days’ extension on his loan. He’ll come up with the money, he says, but he refuses to use any sort of pressure on his customers. Potter has no sympathy and tells Bailey to foreclose on them. Bailey won’t because these are families with children.

“They’re not my children,” is Potter’s only response, suggesting he has no responsibility to them. Very Scroogelike. But Bailey, unlike the judgmental ghosts from Dickens, does not tell Potter he should be the keeper of other people’s children, nor does he suggest that Potter owes him anything. He does remind Potter that he can’t begin to spend all his wealth, but, when Potter asks if he’s running a business or a charity ward, Bailey simply mutters, “Well, all right,” suggesting that he knows his business is not a charity. He simply believes that cutting people some slack will benefit his business in the long run. He may be right, he may be wrong. It’s his business.

But we see Potter as lacking sympathy for the working class and as being inflexible when it comes to business. Yes, he would turn a family out of their home. Or at least he thinks others should be willing to do so. That he does not give to charity is implied by Bailey’s suggestion that he can’t begin to spend all his money. Here, he’s a typical stereotype of a capitalist: He knows what’s his, and he feels no obligation to others.

But one other important aspect of Potter’s character shows up in this scene: he believes people are to be judged, not as individuals, but by their place in the social order. When young George, infuriated that Potter has called his father a “miserable failure,” rushes forward, shouting, and shoves Potter, Potter mutters, “Gives you an idea of the Baileys.” Here he’s suggesting that George is ill-bred, that his parents have failed to teach him manners. After all, in 1919, children were to be seen and not heard. They were never to speak in anger to adults, no matter how despicable the adult might be. So, never mind that George is showing loyalty, bravery and honesty, standing up to the most powerful man in town, he’s “ill-bred,” in Potter’s eyes. To a Crony Capitalist, social standing is of vital importance. Historically, successful capitalists have had no regard for class lines, often going from rags to riches and flouting conventional roles. But the Potters of the world know that their power depends on holding others back.

Bailey puts Potter on his Board of Directors for the Building and Loan, hoping that will give Potter more of an interest in seeing the business succeed. It doesn’t. Bailey describes Potter, later: “Oh, he’s a sick man. Frustrated and sick. Sick in his mind, sick in his soul, if he has one. Hates everybody that has anything that he can’t have. Hates us mostly, I guess.”

This is the first of several characterizations which suggest that Potter’s principle motivation is to own the property and thus control the lives of others. This is another important aspect of Crony Capitalism: you secure your wealth and power by making sure others don’t have more, instead of by being competent and producing wealth honestly.

In his next appearance, Potter bears out his opponent’s estimation of him. Peter Bailey has died, and Potter asks the Board of Directors to dissolve the business and turn its assets over to the receiver, presumably Potter himself. He’s not successful, because George demonstrates to the Board that he is a leader capable of carrying on his father’s work. In the course of the meeting, though, George describes Potter’s contempt for others: “People were human beings to [my father], but to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they’re cattle.” Throughout this exchange, Potter’s objection never seems to be that the business is losing money, but only that loans are being made to people that the bank wouldn’t loan money to. (Isn’t that the point of the business’s existence?)

There is a rather embarrassing paean to altruism in the speech George makes, honoring his father’s memory and attacking Potter: “Why, in the twenty-five years since he and Uncle Billy started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Isn’t that right, Uncle Billy? He didn’t save enough money to send Harry to school, let alone me. But he did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter.” This suggests that it’s virtuous that Bailey put the welfare of his family after the welfare of many, many others. That’s not virtuous, in my opinion, but “he never thought of himself” is a cliche accepted by many as a badge of merit.

But here again we see Potter’s nature: he wants the Building and Loan gone, so why doesn’t he buy it? Because that’s not how the Crony Capitalist plays his game. He uses his influence with others to get them to give him things he can’t or won’t pay for. He asks the Board to hand the assets of this business over to him, suggesting that he has no legal or legitimate alternative. The company doesn’t owe him enough money for him to simply say, “It’s time to pay up.” He’s trying to steal what isn’t his. A responsible capitalist knows that if he can get away with stealing, so can a lot of other people. His wealth will never be safe, so he doesn’t indulge in theft because it’s not in his best interests. But Potter believes he’s better than everyone else, and that he’ll get away with breaking the rules because they’re all too stupid to play that trick on him.

Here again, we’re reminded of the evil of serfdom, that it prevents you from getting ahead. Potter wants to prevent people from getting ahead — see his speech about a lazy rabble instead of a thrifty working class, countered by George’s challenge as to how long it takes a working man to save enough to buy a house. “What did you say just a minute ago? They had to wait and save their money before they even ought to think of a decent home. Wait! Wait for what? Until their children grow up and leave them? Until they’re so old and broken-down that they… Do you know how long it takes a working man to save five thousand dollars?”

The Baileys’ competence is demonstrated in the next Potter scene, which is in the middle of a run on the bank, presumably on the day of the Stock Market Crash of 1929. The Bank folds, and Potter buys it out by giving it money to continue operations. He tries a similar stunt with the Building and Loan, offering pennies on the dollar to shareholders. He’s not successful, and the Baileys, unlike many of their kind, survive the Depression, their business intact. It’s never said whether they do or don’t accept Federal subsidies, but they’re clearly shown surviving the crash itself by using the funds given to George as wedding gifts. Looters and moochers would not have been able to do that on their own devices. I suppose there are those who would say that George was being altruistic, trading his honeymoon for his business, but it would have been a pretty sad homecoming after the honeymoon if he hadn’t done it. The gesture served his own interests well.

And it’s a counterpoint to Potter’s earlier declaration: “Not with my money!” Potter is at that point telling Peter that he doesn’t have the right to spend on charitable or worthy causes money that doesn’t belong to him. It’s a valid and moral statement. And George supports his worthy cause with his money, playing by one of the few of Potter’s rules that is morally sound. Interestingly, “Not with my money” was a Barrymore catchphrase. His children said they used it around the house regularly, for their father had made it famous years earlier in You Can’t Take It With You. There, playing the lovable Grandpa Vanderhoff, he’d said it to an IRS agent, telling him he wasn’t willing to see Congress’s activities financed with his taxes. It’s a wonderful example of contempt for big government which way predates the Tea Party, though modern liberals believe distrust of government was invented by John McCain and the Koch Brothers. And, ironically, the sentiment is expressed in a play which also lampoons the red scare which eventually led to McCarthyism. If you haven’t seen this wonderful film, do so. It also features Samuel Hinds, Jimmy Stewart, H.B. Warner and Charles Lane from the cast of It’s A Wonderful Life, and is based on a play by legends George S. Kaufmann and Moss Hart.

So Potter is an opportunist who wants to profit off the misfortunes of others. That’s a common characterization of capitalists in Hollywood offerings. And those who believe that There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch will tell you that it’s not immoral to profit off of someone’s misfortune. Indeed, they’ll also tell you it is immoral to expect others to help you out of your misfortunes without profiting. Is Potter evil because he finds a way to make money while others are suffering? That’s the implication. I’d say his greater evil, however, is in trying once again to take what’s not his, the Bailey Building and Loan. His evil is his envy, his covetousness of what rightfully belongs to someone else. It’s not that Potter is rich that makes his behavior here evil. It’s that he thinks he somehow deserves what other people have earned. He would be just as villainous if he were the town drunk who felt that he should have George’s business because George got all the breaks in life and he didn’t. But the town drunk would be hard to turn into a credible villain. He wouldn’t have the resources to really harm George.

In this scene, Potter, like a good Crony Capitalist, mouths the words of altruism: “I may lose a fortune…” He’s implying that helping others is more important to him than money. As if! But this breed of dog always knows how to mouth the words of altruism to their advantage.

Potter’s next act is one of desperation. He tries to hire George, all other tactics having failed. George sees through this, though. The screenplay says it’s because George feels a physical revulsion when he touches Potter’s cold hand. I always assumed it was because he’d discovered sweaty palms and realized Potter was afraid his game would be discovered. Either way, George can’t be bought off.

The next encounter is the most telling about Potter’s character. George’s Uncle Billy goes to deposit $8,000 in cash at the bank. On the way he stops to gloat to Potter that George’s brother has won the Congressional Medal of Honor. When he does this, he sets down his newspaper containing the cash. Potter finds it and makes a hurried exit with it.

Henry F. Potter is a thief on a very large scale. But he doesn’t stop there. Oh no. George, knowing that the sudden disappearance of the money will result in his being charged with misappropriation, goes to Potter to ask for help. Potter calls the Sheriff, acting as a member of the Board of Director’s of George’s company, to swear out a warrant for George’s arrest. He does it in a particular way, too. When the Sheriff answers the phone, he says pleasantly, “Bill? This is Potter…”

Potter is never pleasant, and he has no friends. He’s pleasant because he’s about to use his connections and his influence to send an honest man to jail for a crime he committed. He knows, along the way, that this is the act that will finally win him the Building and Loan and complete control of the Town of Bedford Falls. This is not the act of a businessman. This is not the behavior of someone who knows how to honestly earn and keep money. This is the act of a warlord, a bully, a thug… a Crony Capitalist. It’s not what you know, it’s who you know. And Potter knows all the right people to help him win his battle and hang onto his ill-gotten gains.

By contrast, the good-guy Baileys never use force or extortion. Although Peter suggests that Potter should use his money to help others, he backs off when Potter says no and takes no action to force the issue. Peter Bailey had friends. So does his son. We see that at the end of the film when the whole town comes up with the money to save George and his business. These connections could be misused. If Peter or George had wanted to, they could easily have swayed the town to take Potter’s wealth. But instead they helped the townspeople mind their own business, tend to their own homes and advance their own standing. They never make a single more to take Potter’s wealth or try to control him.

George’s respect for the property of others is strongly demonstrated in the Bank Run scene. Tom, and old man, demands to be given every dollar in his account. George makes a heartfelt speech, telling all his customers that their money isn’t actually in the building, but is invested all over the town. Tom still demands his money. George gives it to him, even overlooking the 60-day delay he’s entitled to invoke. Because it’s Tom’s money, and he knows it. (Although he also labels the act as a “loan,” and tells Tom his account is still open. I suppose this could be construed to be George attempting to maintain control over Tom. I prefer to think it’s his way of saying, “You’ve been a good customer and I hope you’ll continue to be one.”)

In final analysis, Potter is not evil because he’s rich and the Baileys are not good because they’re middle class. Potter is evil because he’s a liar, a thief, a class bigot, and a person who wants to control others. In America, that’s a villain, anyone who wants to control the lives of others. Henry F. Potter couldn’t be a villain in a film today. Hollywood is too well aware that it is the rich Lord of the Manor, trying to protect its wealth by scotching the development of new technology, by writing travesties like SOPA, ACTA and ProtectIP, and hiring elected officials to attempt to make them law.

You won’t catch Henry F. Potter in a movie in 2012. But make no mistake. He’s alive and well. Wish we could trade him and all his ilk to get Barrymore back.

Oh, Jesus, it’s Ayn Rand!

So, yeah, see, the trouble is that I’ve been too busy to do much reading lately. If I sit down and pick up a book, I just fall asleep! So here’s yet another non-review…

AynRandVersusJesusOkay, let’s by up-front and honest. I hate these things. Is there a term for them? These photos that get posted on Facebook, and presume to present the wisdom of the ages in sound bytes so simple that even a TV news anchor could repeat them and pretend to understand them. I’ve often been tempted to create one that says “if your political and/or life philosophy fits here, you shouldn’t be allowed to vote.” But I can’t decide what picture to put behind it.

Why do these things bother me so much? Because they are so simple and basic. They rely on unstated assumptions, and they carry with them the unspoken message “and if you don’t agree, then you not only can’t be my Facebook friend, you also can’t come into my bomb shelter, and you can’t breathe the same oxygen I do. Please die now.” Okay, that’s a little extreme, but they certainly don’t promote tolerance or the acceptance of any kind of middle ground. They’re all about polarization.

Case in point, the above photo of Ayn Rand side-by-side with an artist’s rendering of some Caucasian whom a lot of people will mistake for Jesus of Nazareth. Underneath each is a quote.  One is verifiably Rand’s: “I am against God. I don’t approve of religion. It is a sign of a psychological weakness … I regard it as evil.” The other is a translation of a translation of a second-hand account of something Jesus is alleged to have said, put to parchment nearly 40 years after Jesus’s death, possibly by a Syrian or Palestinian author: “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.” (The Gospel of Mark 10:25. The same quote is attributed to Jesus in Matthew, as these two gospels are believed to pull a lot of material from the same sources. Indeed, as Mark is the oldest Canonical gospel, it may have been a source for Matthew.)

Beneath all this is the admonishment, “Dear Republican Party… Please choose one. Otherwise you’re doing it wrong.”

Okay, first question… What is “it?” This is another pet peeve of mine: using the word “it” in cases where the reader cannot determine from context what “it” is. It’s bad writing. It’s disorganized thinking. See? Both those “its” refer to the earlier, defined act of not giving a proper definition in context. But the viewer of this image is left to decide from his or her own knowledge and experience what the author means by “it.” In other words, he or she is left to try and read the author’s mind.

My telepathy tells me the author means “practicing political philosophy,” but my telepathy has been known to err.

Next question… What is the assumption? I said there’s an unstated assumption in all of these whatever-they-ares that litter social media. This one’s a little tricky. On the surface it’s that Jesus and Ayn Rand are of sufficiently equivalent stature that they should be compared at all.

Of course, from one perspective, they are.  If you look at the historical Jesus of Nazareth, son of a carpenter, and the historical Ayn Rand, daughter of a Russian pharmacist, you see a lot of similarities.

While only one of the people pictured is a Jew, both Ayn Rand and the historical Jesus were Jewish. Ms. Rand just hasn’t been divested of her Jewry through centuries of artistic interpretation, as has this sandy-haired gentleman above. Give it time, though. In a recent Marvel Comics publication, she was depicted assisting Nazis, so at least one modern socialist is unaware of her ethnic derivation. And many, many modern Christians have grown up believing that Jesus was a White, Anglo-Saxon Protestant.

Both were precocious – Rand taught herself to read at six, and Jesus debated the clergy at twelve. Both disapproved of the societies into which they were born. Both spoke to the masses about the correct way to live. Both had disciples. Both have their words published in many languages, and those words are still in print long after their deaths. Jesus has had a much longer run, of course, but then Rand got power of veto over the words attributed to her, and he didn’t.

They did, of course, espouse very different philosophies. Jesus was a First-Century Jewish Apocalyptic prophet who believed that all the evil in the world was about to bring about a cataclysmic change, and that the only hope for humanity was to profess faith in the God of Abraham. Rand believed that man’s purpose was to live for his own fulfillment and happiness, and that his intellectual achievements were all he had to protect him from evil. Jesus believed in helping anyone who needed help, in order to lead them to God. Rand believed that a lot of that “helping others” talk became just another excuse for the less weak to prey on the more weak, along the way stealing everything they could from those who were truly strong.

So here are two of the Chosen People who both wanted to make the world a better place, though they probably couldn’t have agreed on the color of the sky, much less on what the purpose of human existence is supposed to be.

Looked at that way, sure, you can place them side by side and say “Could two people be any more different? Their philosophies surely can’t be reconciled.”

But if you’re a traditional Christian (and by that I mean, not a fundamentalist or an evangelical, but any Christian who believes Jesus is a redeemer, a savior, a messiah. That he’s something more than a charismatic social activist.) then Jesus and Ayn Rand cannot be compared. One is divine, the other is mortal. Period. Which means that the image depends on the acceptance of a second assumption, and that is that Jesus is not, in fact, divine.

(I bet the creator of the image would argue that there’s another possibility – that people like Paul Ryan see Rand as a god just as much as they see Jesus as one. That possibility exists only in the universe engirdled by their sarcasm. It is not reality. I will pay a cash reward to the first person who produces one confirmed Christian, not suffering an illness cataloged in the DSM-IV, who just as devoutly professes that Ayn Rand is of divine origin.)

“Please choose one, otherwise you’re doing it wrong?” Whoever wrote that probably also says that if you don’t vote either Democrat or Republican, then you haven’t actually voted.

But I get it, I do get it. The point the artist is making is that Republicans like Paul Ryan have let another idol (Rand) displace God and Jesus in their eyes. They’re putting their devotion to Christian ideals aside to hold up a belief that’s anti-welfare, anti-universal health care, anti-centrally planned economies. Jesus, after all, would support government welfare…

Wouldn’t he?

Well, he’s not here to answer. But when those on the Left start using Jesus as an excuse for the welfare state, I start to ask what ever happened to separation of Church and state? I agree with those who don’t want to hear America called “A Christian Nation,” who don’t want prayer in school, and who think atheists and Pagans should be allowed to be Boy Scouts. America is not supposed to have a state religion. Why then, is it okay to suggest that the American system of government should be built on the un-verified philosophy of a man (because, if you don’t have a state religion, you can only recognize him as a man for purposes of public policy) who wasn’t even a U.S. citizen, simply because some of the population assign supernatural significance to him?

Jesus is also known for saying that citizens of Rome were to “render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s,” by which he meant that government was for the world of human making, not the world of God’s making. In spiritual matters, he advised his followers to deal only with God. Charity, to Jesus, seems to me to have been a spiritual matter. I don’t think he necessarily would have agreed that the best way to aid the poor was to have an a-religious bureaucracy collect money and redistribute it. That takes away the whole reason behind Jesus’s belief in charity – that it’s how you bring lost sheep back to the fold of the Lord.

My friend (and he is truly a good friend) who posted this on Facebook explained to me that, to him, it meant that you can’t be a follower of both Rand and Jesus. And maybe that’s my essential problem. I have heroes. I am happy to say that Rand and Jesus are two of them. But I don’t do following. I prefer to develop my own personal philosophy and make my own decisions. And I can tolerate neither the suggestion that I should do otherwise, nor the implication that Paul Ryan or anyone else is too dull-witted to do anything but follow a master. That’s my religious faith: that all humans have a spark of divine fire and the capability to think for themselves. If they use it.

Finally, the quotes that were picked concern me. They’re accurate, but they don’t either one really touch the core of their authors’ belief systems. Well, maybe the Rand one does. She did consider any sort of groupthink to be evil, and, as Marx noted, religion is often nothing but dogma and groupthink.

As to the camel and the eye of the needle… sigh… Redistributors of wealth love this quote… It appears to say that wealthy people are all evil. That’s not, I believe, what it was meant to say. It was meant to say that those who are very attached to the worldly things (as a rich person is prone to be) have a very hard time connecting to the spiritual. I don’t think Jesus meant that Heaven had a maximum income law and you’d be booted out if you showed up in a Lexus (though you might be if I was in charge of the gate!) I think he just meant that a person who’s so focused on worldly success as to become rich would probably not even try to accomplish the spiritual connection that he believed was necessary to come into contact with God, and thus dwell in Heaven.

Who is spiritually connected, after all? Ghandi? The Dalai Llama? Mother Theresa? Not a Lexus-driver in the lot. Who composed spirituals? Not the people who donated the stained glass windows to the churches, I can tell you that. No, spirituals, which ultimately gave us the heavenly sounds of jazz, were sung by slaves and destitute ex-slaves, whose only hope for a decent, humane existence was the promise of the Kingdom of Heaven as described by Jesus.  People in desperate circumstances, are, of necessity, more spiritually oriented. Or, as I’ve frequently said to my friend Lance Woods, if we’d both been born penniless, he’d be Alfred Hitchcock now and I’d be Frank Capra. But we were born middle class, and so we never had full contact with our creative centers.

The Camel quote makes a valid point, but it’s so misquoted and misused that, well, it’s become meaningless.

And how about giving their most important quotes, instead of a couple selected by a cynic who hates Rand and distrusts Jesus, specifically to make them sound as diametrically opposed as possible. (Was that unfair? That may have been unfair. I don’t know the person who created this image. I assign to him/her the characteristics of the most malanthropic of the liberal atheists I have encountered. For all I know, the person is a liberal Christian who loves Jesus, or a conservative atheist Randite. But I doubt it.)

Ayn Rand said “Don’t work for my happiness, my brothers — show me yours — show me your achievement — and the knowledge will give me courage for mine.”

Jesus said, “’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

Those two quotes, I think, much better serve to show what these exceptional people believed. I think it’s perfectly possible to recognize the greatness in both, without signing on to follow either.

My question is, would Ayn Rand or Jesus lend their moral support to any of the political candidates we’re currently being offered?

She-Hulk Volume Four #20

“The Clock is Ticking”

As Stan Lee might have said back in the day, “This one’s got it all.” Revelations, pathos, humor, universes in crisis and, of course, ducks.

The clock is, indeed, ticking, and not just in Mr. Zix’s robotic chest cavity. This is the next-to-the-last issue of Dan Slott’s brilliant 34-issue run on She-Hulk, and he’s got to get everything wrapped up before Peter David arrives to do what I understand will be a very different kind of book. If the pace is a bit rushed, well, I assume it’s because Dan’s plans for the book were probably cast by the wayside while the powers that be demanded he write six months of dreary Civil War tie-ins, instead of continuing the story he’d started.

And the pace is rushed, make no mistake. It’s so rushed that a story that should have been told in two issues or an annual is summarized in two panels, as if it had occurred in a back issue, though it never did, to my knowledge. I refer to She-Hulk’s memories of defending the existence of the Marvel Universe to the Living Tribunal, who thought that the Ultimates Universe (ugh!) was cleaner and more elegant, and that it should replace the original. Shulkie’s defense? “Our universe is fun!” (I wonder if Joe Quesada, Emperor of Gloom and Doom Marvel, would agree. Or would he declare that Dan Slott is backsliding, after “coming of age” by writing Avengers: The Initiative, which kowtows to the party line that all Marvel Universe Comics should be dark, angry and childishly sarcastic.)

It’s great to see Two-Gun, Mallory, Stu, John Jameson and the rest back in this issue. Even Awesome Andy (here’s the pathos) is seen again, though he’s no longer himself. (Color question — when did JJ become a red-head? Or is that just a bad Summer dye job?) The supporting cast was the strength of Slott’s run, and they deserve a decent finale. Even Richard Rory appears again, making me pull out my very oldest She-Hulk issues to remind myself who he was. But no Pug! Disappointing, that.

It’s been revealed that Jen will no longer be with GLK&H in Peter David’s run, so we may have seen the last of a lot of these characters for some time. I’m guessing the question of whether Mallory or Jen gets a partnership will figure prominently into Jen’s parting with the firm, but I could be wrong.

Greg Horn’s Stu the Human cover is whimsical and well-done, summing up a major story point, even if it shows something that doesn’t actually happen in the book.

All in all, the beginning of a pleasant send-off for Slott and company. One can only hope that, post She-Hulk, he can find something equally fun to write, or that Avengers: The Initiative gets a makeover along the lines of the one X-Factor was given after its disappointing start.

She-Hulk Volume Four #18

“Illuminated”

It’s about frickin’ time, is all I can say.

And by that I mean that it’s about frickin’ time She-Hulk realized what a boob she’d been for signing on with Iron Man on the side of SuperHero Registration. (I can’t call him Shellhead. Shellhead is dead, as far as I’m concerned.) Not only that, it’s about time someone offered us a semi-plausible explanation as to why she would have bought into Tony Stark’s fascist party line in the first place.

That said, I’m afraid this issue is only almost emotionally satisfying. It falls short of full satisfaction for a couple of reasons.

First of all, it’s a detour from what we’re accustomed to in She-Hulk (even moreso than the recent “Agent of SHIELD” stories have been), in that the supporting characters play almost no part at all. They’re just there. At times, they even look like they’ve been deliberately drawn to look two-dimensional. The best Marvel Comics – and anything Dan Slott wrote until he began hemorrhaging Avengers Initiative from his pores is among the best of Marvel Comics — have incredibly strong supporting characters. Observe J. Jonah Jameson, Aunt May, Mary Jane Watson-Parker, Pepper and Happy, Alicia Masters, Rick Jones… heck, most of our favorite Avengers are but supporting characters. So it’s sad to see them get shafted by Civil War guano. Even more shafted than they have been for the past six or so issues.

**SPOILER WARNING**

Then there’s the kind-of conclusive battle that Clay Quartermain’s team has with the Leader, in which all the team but Clay himself are killed, and… it doesn’t seem to matter. Okay, two are LMDs, but still… it’s like we start this battle, and then we realize we don’t really care about it, and we win it, but… yeah, we didn’t care… It lacks punch. It lacks power. It lacks point.

But most of all, there’s the fact that Tony Stark does not, in fact, get the thrashing he deserves. Jen learns that he is, in fact, mostly responsible for exiling her cousin (the Hulk, in case you didn’t know) in space. She gets angry. She goes after Stark. Thousands cheer. She shrugs off his claims of superiority and his She-Hulkbuster devices. Thousands cheer louder. Bets are placed. Bookies begin checking out REALTOR websites to find private islands to which to retire…

And then Tony injects Jen with nanites he’s been testing on all the Hulk villains she’s rounded up, and she’s no longer She-Hulk, and never will be again. There isn’t even a next issue blurb, leading us to believe there won’t even be a next issue. (There will, according to Marvel.)

Unsatisfying. Like most of the mega-story of which it’s part. It makes us hate Tony Stark even more, and successfully makes him into exactly what Jen called him – the new Doctor Doom; but it’s not satisfying.

On the plus side, Slott explores Jen’s rationale for signing on with Iron Man in support of SuperHuman Registration. She did so because she believes in law and order, rainbows and unicorns. It makes sense. Jen’s a lawyer and a good one. She’s committed and idealistic. Stark pulled the wool over her eyes, and she believed what he was doing was right. Then she found out what a scheming little schmuck he is. And she’s just as angry now, because he’s condemned her cousin without a fair trial. Consistency in characterization! Is anybody taking notes?

Disclaimer: I don’t believe for a minute that Tony, Reed, Hank and Stephen Strange would do what they’re depicted as doing. I don’t read Illuminati. Correction: I read the first issue, and I found it tiresome, over-written and completely self-serving. Still, not reading subsequent issues of that book, I can’t believe it could contain anything that would make me believe that these noble people would behave this way. Yeah, one or two of them might go nuts. But not all. But I digress. Stipulating that the heroes of my childhood all turned into John Ashcroft, I find the reason given for Jen falling temporarily under their sway plausible.

So, bereft of powers, Jen makes the humorous statement that she may not be a hulk anymore, but she’s a lawyer. She-Hulk might have beaten Stark to a pulp, but Jen will /destroy/ him. She goes off into the sunset, filled with determination, and, by gosh, we know she’s gonna do just that. It’s a real /Porgy and Bess/ ending… but…

This issue’s story is continued in /Hulk /106. I won’t fully review it, but I’ll comment briefly. I enjoyed it, but t’s an inconsistent follow-up. It begins with Jen lamenting to the absent Bruce that she’s screwed everything up. (Um… didn’t… she… just… say… um… that she was gonna destroy Stark? Never mind. She forgot. Now she’s distraught and needs the new Rick Jones to straighten her out.) The story proceeds to show her re-making the decision she’s already made, but making it with less conviction… and then she’s She-Hulk again. Okay. No harm done. But… huh?

Still. The battles scenes with Iron Man are classics. And I don’t even like battle scenes.

She-Hulk, Volume Four, Issue Sixteen

Rating: 3.75
Writer: Dan Slott
Pencils: Rick Burchett
Inks: Cliff Rathburn
Colors: Avalon Studios’ Andy Troy
Letterer: Dave Sharpe
Production: Kate Levin
Asst Editors: Molly Lazer
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
June, 2007
2.99

She-Hulk Volume Four #17

“Shock After Shock”

After spewing voluminous bile last week in the direction of Avengers: The Initiative, it’s nice to be able to say something nice again. Despite the title, which could describe any other Marvel story of the last two years, She-Hulk # 17 certainly gives me the opportunity to be nice to poor Dan Slott, whom I roundly abused last Wednesday. That’s because She-Hulk continues to be largely a refuge from the ravages of the Civil War.

A note before I continue. Last week, I trashed a book that a lot of people loved, a book that seems to be in tune with what a lot of readers want to read and/or look at right now. This week I’m praising a book that, well… doesn’t seem to be noticed the way, say, Civil War or New Avengers is noticed. And I think that’s a shame.

BUT…

Reviewing is really a silly art (says the reviewer.) It’s silly because storytelling is a collaborative process. That’s not to say that the writer/artist doesn’t or can’t create his content on his own, fresh out of his individual mind. It’s certainly not to say that creativity should occur (Don’t retch now!) by committee. No, what I mean when I call storytelling a collaborative process is that it starts with the teller, but it finishes with a single receiver. Whether that receiver is watching, listening or reading, the story itself is happening inside his head. (Or it’s not happening at all.) Everything that reader / listener / watcher brings to the experience is part of that story. So the story is a separate entity for each person who lives it. If Dan Slott has 50,000 readers, he (hopefully) creates 50,000 story experiences every time he writes a script.

And that’s why reviewing is a silly art. How can I tell you what your experience of the story will be? I only have one piece of the equation that feeds your experience. I can only comment on that, and my piece of the equation may be so critical to my experience that my opinions on that experience are useless to you.

But we press on, having trashed the silly idea of objectivity.

The Greg Horn cover is, as usual, worth the price of admission. Yeah, the scene depicted (Nick FUry flying a hover-car in pursuit of a falling, SHIELD-uniformed Shulkie) doesn’t happen in the story, but it certainly incorporates all the key elements of the “A” story within. Not surprising that the cover doesn’t show our heroine as she appears through most of the issue — in her magenta unmentionables — in this age of superficial, stuffy, middle-class prudery. Equally unsurprising is the absence of a major guest star on the cover, that being Iron Man. After all, if you want to market one of the few books that’s a refuge from Civil War, why put the villain of Civil War on the cover? The guy that long-time fans like me now hate more than we ever hated Thanos? Much better to show SHIELD’s OLD director on the cover, and lull fans into a pleasant euphoria of believing that the House of Ideas is not about to collapse under the weight of its own self-satisfaction.

Truth be told, Tony Stark’s appearance herein is actually one of the best parts of the story. That’s because, in this story, he’s not the villain of the piece. In fact, aside from the fact that he’s now director of SHIELD, it’s as if he’d never made the transition from good guy to utter Nazi. He and Jen share dinner and, well, dessert, putting Jen in her skivvies when the villains strike the heli-carrier. He armors up and fights beside her, without a single speech about how he has, since 1962, known every bad thing that was going to happen, and can prevent them happening, if only he’s allowed to rule the world. For a few pages, Tony is a good guy again, instead of a tool used by East Coast liberals to show the unwashed masses how evil entrepreneurs are.

Another nice touch for those with functioning long-term memory is the bevy of Nick Fury LMDs spouting random phrases of dialogue from the past. It’d be interesting to see a citations list. Knowing Slott, they all came from actual stories from the 60s and 70s. Perhaps, when Roy Thomas has a spare moment…

The annoying (in other books) white-on-black “story so far” page (which is black-on-lavender here) is funny and appropriately disrespectful to the Civil War storyline. The sarcasm employed to remind us that this book once had its own, distinct plot and this character once had a life outside the multi-title crossover is appreciated. It also makes a nice lead-in to some time spent with the (useless to the current MU) supporting characters.

The geeks in the basement have a page of debate over the merits of two-page establishing shots, and how they decompress stories and tell in two pages what Kirby could have done in one panel. (Of course, it was thirty years ago that the late Dave Cockrum and John Byrne were doing them in X-Men.) We get a one-panel reminder that Stu was killed many issues back and replaced with Ditto. We have a humorous break with Mal and Matt, as the former attempts to regain her credibility in the wake of her notorious affair with Awesome Andy. The only downer on the supporting character front is the absence of the Awesome One himself. One fears that, by the time Civil War goes away, readers will have forgotten who he was. Still, it’s nice that the subplots keep plugging along, despite the advent of Civil War.

Overall an enjoyable reminder that Marvel can produce comics in which the colors are not all muted and the heroes are not more evil than the villains.

She-Hulk, Volume Four, Issue Seventeen
Rating: 4.75
Writer: Dan Slott
Pencils: Rick Burchett
Inks: Cliff Rathburn
Colors: Avalon Studios’ Andy Troy
Letterer: Dave Sharpe
Asst Editors: Lazer & Sitterson
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
MAY, 2007
2.99
Rated T+
Cover by Greg Horn

She-Hulk Volume Four #12

“Remember the Titans”

The word for the day is “Oops.” But we’ll come back to that in the spoilers.

To open, what can I say about She Hulk #12 other than, “Score!” This issue is a gem, bereft of any reference to the super-human registration act, Spider-Man’s non-secret identity, Iron Man’s transformation into a super-villain, or any other aspect of the MU’s Civil War. It’s what I’ve loved She-Hulk for being in its two recent incarnations – an oasis of fun comic storytelling in a desert of videogame deaths and dark, muddy artwork.

Remember last time (okay, two times ago) , when I yelled, “You b______, you killed ___?”

Well, now it can be told – Mr. Zix is actually Z9, the Recorder from Rigel. Stu deduced this two issues ago while explaining (in hilariously nauseating detail) the numbering of the many incarnations of She Hulk. During this, he saw a Roman numeral nine (IX) on a long box, et voila. He knew what “Zix” stood for. He went to Zix to say “aha!” (Actually, comic book research specialists for prestigious superhuman law firms hardly ever say, “aha!”) Zix congratulated him on his detective work… and shot him dead.

We pick up two issues later with Zix asking Ditto the shape-changer to pose as Stu, so no one notices that he’s dead. Ditto protests that he can’t fake Stu’s knowledge of decades of comics history and continuity. Zix wryly observes that, in the modern age of comics, no one will notice anyway.

Meanwhile, back on Titan, Eros (Starfox) is back on trial for abusing his powers of love while on earth. But this isn’t a trial, exactly, it’s more of a proceeding intended to clean up young E’s reputation. It’s sort of like Bill Clinton being tried by a Democratic Party ethics committee, or Fox News doing an exposé on George Bush. Eros is on trial by people who want to believe he’s innocent, and are gonna find a way to prove it.

Enter the Living Tribunal, who doesn’t like the fact that the Titans have interfered with Terran justice, and insists that they conduct a /real/ trial of Eros, with impartial observers. He summons his contracted impartial observer from some time back, She Hulk. Together with the Recorder, she travels to Titan to, well, observe. Hilarity, of course, ensues. Mentor makes a terrible witness. He believes his son can do only good. Pip the Troll is a disaster, quite misunderstanding just what testimony will help, and what will hurt his friend. In a violation of her contract so great that anyone can understand it, She Hulk the “impartial witness” takes the stand. Here she learns that Eros did, in fact, use his powers to make he reconcile with John Jameson, which false reconciliation led to her current, unfortunate marriage.

And then Thanos shows up. The big guy. The big bad guy. The death-lover. He must have some family loyalty, for he testifies as to what a swell person his brother his, how Eros was there when he accidentally killed his pet with his great strength, how Eros encouraged him to embrace death, laying his hands on him and… turning on his love powers.

Remember I said the word for the day was “oops?”

Now, I hate retcons. They so smack of a current writer proclaiming himself smarter than a past one. But this one’s just so darn clever, is all. And it doesn’t really mess with Jim Starlin’s legacy on Captain Marvel. It’s more of a neat, unrevealed fact of Titan’s past, and one which reminds us that, even with love in our hearts and the best of intentions, our actions always have unforseen consequences.

It’s nice to see Moondragon, Mentor, Pip and Phyla again. I don’t recall Phyla looking quite so… butch… when Peter David’s /Captain Marvel /was still with us, but… whatever.

A good read, filled with promise for the future. Provided, of course, that we don’t get suck three issues hence into /Bride of M, Marvel Universe: Reconstruction, New Avengers: Some Settlement May Occur in Shipping, /or whatever the next cynical, cash-hungry crossover event is.

She-Hulk, Volume Four, Issue Twelve

Rating: 4.75
Writer: Dan Slott
Pencils: Rick Burchett
Inks: Cliff Rathburn
Colors: Avalon Studios’ Dave Kemp
Letterer: Dave Sharpe
Asst Editors: Lazer & Stitterson
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
NOV 2006
2.99
Rated T+
Cover by Greg Horn

She-Hulk Volume Four #10 & #11

“I Married a Man-Wolf”
“Six Shots to the Heart”

With She-Hulk issues 10 and 11, we’re on the road to recovery – both from Civil War, and from Jen’s ill-advised love affair with and marriage to John Jameson. So far the “I Married a Man-Wolf” saga has been satisfying, if not quite as sparkling and fun as earlier story arcs.

One confusion point with the story’s continuity is the question of where Two-Gun Kid’s summer one-shot fits into all this. It detailed, amid flashbacks, Jen and Matt’s tracking of JJJ, and ended with the Kid putting a silver bullet or so into our lupine former astronaut. It was also published three months before Jen and John even got married in the regular monthly title, which was additionally confusing. I guess that makes it so much the better that Slott wrote the She-Hulk issues so that nothing seemed to be missing if you didn’t read the one-shot.

Greg Horn’s covers for this arc are his best to date. They’re still not the action-shots that used to be the Marvel style. (whereas the ‘concept’ shot was DC’s – stuff like Superman, sitting in a barber’s chair, getting his head shaved and thinking, “I knew I shouldn’t have bet on the Super-Bowl against Luthor…” Okay, that never happened, but you get the idea.) The fifties-horror poster for number 10 – complete with folds! — and the American Gothic takeoff for number 11, certainly add a whimsical touch to an otherwise dark and dreary chapter in Marvel history.

Burchett’s penciling style is working nicely for this book. I liked Bobillo’s cartoony work, but, for this story especially, more of a John Byrne fusion of cartoon and realism is called for. I have to say I prefer Nelson’s inks to Rathburn’s over his pencils. They both look good, but Nelson’s heavier lines give the book a more defined, finished look.

Issue 10 begins with a guest appearance by Hellcat. Huzzah! She’s been missed, and bringing out the “whatever happened to” set had been this book’s stock in trade. Then it gets spoiled by having Jen sign Patsy up for the Super-Hero Registration Act, and Patsy blithely agreeing. Sorry, but Steve Englehart’s Patsy would’ve blown a gasket. This just reminds me that Civil War is mostly just a piece of characterization rape, and dulls the shine of an otherwise pleasant cameo.
We get Awesome Andy teaching morals to Mallory in this issue, which is a nice touch. We see Pug doing some decent investigative work, following up the Eros case, and continuing his quest to prove that Jen doesn’t really love JJ.
A really fun touch is provided by Stu and the boys in the comic archives in this issue. In a recent review I complained that the editors’ footnotes referred to this current She-Hulk series as volume two, and I accused Marvel of trying to forget the twentieth century. I don’t flatter myself that Dan Slott or his editors noticed my complaint, but Stu answers it in this issue, explaining that the first two She-Hulk series were “The Savage She-Hulk” and “The Sensational She-Hulk,” and thus weren’t volumes of the same series. It’s silly and geeky and goes on for far longer than anyone but an aging comics fan could pay attention, but the argument works brilliantly into the plot of the story, leading to a big reveal (and a big damn death ™) at the end of the issue. Although I don’t buy it, one can only salute the author.

And then one can only yell, “You b______, you killed ___!”

Issue 11 is a lot of a “Big, Blazing, Battle Ish!” with Jen trying to restrain her husband, and Matt trying to kill him and prevent Pug, who got bit, turning into a werewolf. (Jury’s still out on whether Pug will become a werewolf, as the killingdoesn’t take, but doesn’t take for other-worldly reasons.)

We do get the reveal here that Jen has been under the influence and does not love JJ. Whose influence she’s been under is the question, and the answer is delightfully not an obvious one. It does leave a favorite supporting character extremely sad, however. Who says this isn’t the Marvel Age of Stan-Lee-inspired angst?

It’s nice to see Dr. Jane Foster again. I don’t think nurses become doctors in real life as often as they seem to in fiction, but still…

Next issue looks to wrap the story arc, the first year of She-Hulk volume 2/4 (take that, Stu!), and Jen and JJ’s marriage. I hope it doesn’t also wrap the series again. But time will tell.

She-Hulk, Volume Four, Issue Six

Rating: 4.0
Writer: Dan Slott
Pencils: Rick Burchett
Inks: Nelson, Cliff Rathburn
Colors: Avalon Studios’ Dave Kemp
Letterer: Dave Sharpe
Asst Editors: Lazer & Stitterson
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
OCT/NOV 2006
2.99
Rated T+
Covers by Greg Horn