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 If you’re like me (and, really, who isn’t?), then you absolutely loved David Mitchell’s novel Cloud Atlas.  It was a dazzling, kaleidoscopic treasure-box of a novel that lingers in your memory long after you finish it.

 It’s not a book that at once struck me as remotely filmable.  First of all, it’s six different stories, told in six completely different writing styles.  Next, there’s the book’s odd, nesting, Russian-Doll-like structure.  Finally, there’s the unavoidable fact that it’s a challenging book.  The novel’s riches require a bit of patience and focus from the reader.  It’s not exactly a beach novel.

 I can’t believe anyone would put up a pile of money to film such an odd book.  But I guess when you are the creative force behind the $1.6 billion Matrix franchise, you can get the suits to cough up some dough.

 This book feels about as unfilmable as Kurt Vonnegut’s legendary time-travel odyssey Slaughter-House Five.  And that makes sense, because that’s the film that Cloud Atlas most reminds me of.  I was shocked at what a beautiful and coherent film director George Roy Hill made of Vonneguts’s book, and I am happy to report I am quite happy to report that, despite all expectations, Cloud Atlas, the film, is a splendid and worthy work.

 To tackle the six stories, Lena and Andy Wachowski have joined forces with the uber-talented German director Tom Tykwer (Run Lola Run).  The Wachowskis directed three of the stories, and Tykwer the other three.

 The interconnected stories concern:  1) an ailing doctor trying to survive a long sea voyage back to San Francisco, 2) a disreputable young composer trying to advance his ambitions by assisting a retired legend, 3) a crusading reporter tries to uncover a scandal at a nuclear power plant, 4) a cynical publisher on the lam from thugs, 5) a Korean clone gets swept up in a violent revolution and 6) survivors of civilization’s collapse attempt to call for help from off-world colonies.

 To help reinforce what, in the novel, are subtle connections between the stories, the directors have cast familiar and not-so-familiar actors in a dizzying array of roles.  And before you raise your hand and refer to the idiotic “controversy’ regarding some Caucasian actors playing Asian roles, please note that in this ensemble piece men play women, women play men, white and  black play Asian, Asian plays white, etc.  It’s all over the map.

 The filmmakers also wisely ditched the shells-within-shells structure of the took to tell all six stories at the same time.  This, naturally, also helps you understand the resonance and connections between the stories.

 While this all may seem a bit too ambitious for their own good, the fact is, the three directors pull off something rather miraculous.  Just as when you read the book, you’re not quite sure what everything is about, but it’s never less than fascinating for a minute.  Its puzzle-like structure actually invites multiple viewings.  What is the story trying to tell us?  Is it about reincarnation?  Fate? Revolution?  Maybe it’s about all of those things.

 Just as the novel provided author David Mitchell a great showcase to show off six very different writing styles, the film allows the directors to simply go crazy with film genres.  There’s 19th century seafaring adventure, melancholy period drama, crackling 1970s thriller, modern situation comedy, high-tech futuristic action, and post-apocalypse survival.  The remarkable thing is that every sequence is effective and vivid.  Rather than getting annoyed with all the jumping around between stories, it’s thrilling to watch each develop and approach their climax at the same time. 

 It’s also a gas to watch Tom Hanks, Halle Berry, Jim Broadbent, Susan Sarandon (Oscar winners all), Hugh Grant, Keith David, Jim Sturgess, Doona Bae, Hugo Weaving, Ben Wishaw, James D’Arcy, and many others showing up in a stupifyingly diverse range of roles. 

 It’s also fun to simply sit there and connect the dots.  Watch how many times the number 6 is woven into the story, for instance.  And the concept of falling.  And slavery.

 Does it add up to a masterpiece?  Only time will tell if we consider it that, but even if it isn’t, Cloud Atlas is a gloriously entertaining heap of a movie that no one should miss.

Average Rating: 4.4 out of 5 based on 190 user reviews.

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My friend Rusty Cawley was amazed that I recognized author Michael Lewis on the street the other day.  He asked me how that was possible.  Here’s my reply:

Rusty, to properly answer this I have to mention my Theory of Special Powers.  Everyone you know who’s worth anything has Special Powers in some area.  My sister Donna has Special Organizing Powers, for example (she could have straightened out the mess in Iraq).  Your own mother has the Special I’m Always Sweet and Fabulous Power.  Remember James Boedecker?  He had the Special I Was Born With This Ridiculous Physique Power.

I have several Special Powers, and one of them is Remembering and Recognizing Show business People.  I have a casting director’s memory.  In fact, casting directors think I should BE a casting director.

Also, I’ve been a bookwork since second grade.  And I am a lifelong Lazy Writer.  So I have the Lazy Writer’s worship of people who can actually put down the donut/PS3 controller/Kindle long enough to actually write something and finish it and get it published.

Michael Lewis

I LOVE my writers.  I’ve written to many of them over the years, and they ALWAYS write back.  I have received letters from Garry Trudeau, Charles Schulz, Ray Bradbury, Stephen King, Isaac Asimov – and all of those were before email.  I watch interviews with them.  I read about them.  I read their blogs.  I go meet them and hear them speak at Book Festivals.

So I remember writer’s faces.  Also, it doesn’t hurt if they are handsome, like Michael Lewis.

Of course, handsome isn’t a requirement.  I’d instantly recognize Joyce Carrol Oates, and we all know she looks like an “After” photo of a certain diminutive fisherman named Sméagol.

So this Special Power of mine acts like an antenna that’s always powered up.  So I notice things like, Hey, that’s Edward Albee I his running shorts on the elevator with me.  Or, hey, that’s Alex Rocco from The Godfather on the elevator with me.  Or I meet Gore Vidal in a porn shop in West Hollywood.  Or, Hi, aren’t you Octavia Butler perusing the stacks at the library next to me?  Or, look, I’m holding the door at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for Oscar Winner Linda Hunt.  It happens to me all the time.

I have no doubt that I would instantly recognize Terry Pratchett, Sam Harris, Richard Dawkins, George R. R. Martin, John Scalzi, Michael Connelly, or John Irving.

I’m sure you have Special Powers, too, Rusty.  What are they?

Average Rating: 4.8 out of 5 based on 180 user reviews.

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The author just comes right out and says it:  Games are better than reality.  But this book isn’t an exhortation to drop out of real life:  it’s a recipe for remaking reality based on what we’ve learned from games.  We’re only five months into 2012 and I’ve already read two books this year that blew my mind.  The first one was Ready Player One.  This is the other one.

I’ve been a gamer for many years.  I’ve always felt luckier than my non-gamer friends, who I think seriously don’t know what they’re missing.  I feel gaming is far superior to passive pastimes like watching television.

Jane McGonigal is a game designer and researcher, and her amazing new book makes me prouder than ever to be a gamer.  In her beautifully written book, she describes why we love games, why games are better than reality, and how we can use games to make reality better.

Jane McGonigal

The book is broken up into three parts.  In the first part, McGonigal explores just what it is about games that makes them such effective engines for happiness.  Reading this section was pure joy, because it made me feel like someone much smarter than me had reached into my head and then sat me down to patiently explain to me all the reasons I love my favorite pastime so much.  Every single thing she asserts – that games provide a better work/reward feedback loop, that games make failure fun and educational, that games can improve our social connections, and many more – rang utterly true.

As fun as that portion of the book was, it was all stuff that I already knew intuitively, even if I’d never managed to articulate it as well as the author did.

But my brain really started to go crazy with the second portion of the book, which deals with how games can begin to make our real lives better.  She educated me about the concept of alternate reality games, which are just as fun as they sound.

Playing Tombstone Hold'em
Playing Tombstone Hold'em

McGonigal describes two new games that help the unpleasant experience of commercial flight more bearable.  A game that helps facilitate physical therapy and recovery.  Schools using games as a way to create more effective education.  Games played in graveyards that make us happier even as we think about death.

But it’s the third part of the book that really blew my mind.  In it, McGonigal explores how really large games played by large groups of people can change the world.

Remember that notorious scandal involving the Members of Parliament in the UK abusing their expense accounts?  The newspaper The Guardian was covering the story and wanted a full accounting of all of the MP’s expenses, so it could investigate just how serious the corruption was.

Under intense pressure, the government grudgingly agreed to release four years’ worth of records, but they made sure that they provided the data in the most unhelpful format possible:  558, 832 separate pdf documents.  The Guardian knew it didn’t have the personpower to scan and evaluate all of those images.  So it decided to crowdsource the problem.  It invited the public to get involved.  It launched the first-ever Massively Multiplayer Investigative Journalism Project, which it called Investigate Your MP’s Expenses.

Did it work?  It worked staggeringly well.  Just three days into the contest, 170, 000 of the documents had been studied!!  When the project was over, the resulting scandal led to resignations, indictments, and changed rules and laws.

Because The Guardian decided to make it into a game.

The book is rife with energizing examples of harnessing the power of online social networking and using games to make the world better.

Many people think crowdsourcing could be a way that we could solve enormous, dangerous problems, like global warming, water shortages, or why George Takei doesn’t get better roles in major films.

I can’t remember another book that prompted me to join so many different websites!  I am eager to participate in these worthy and exciting projects.

Reality is Broken isn’t billed as a self-help book, but I think it’s the best self-help book I’ve ever read.  I heartily recommend it to anyone who is interested in how play and technology can make our lives more happy and fun, and how we can use games together to make the world a better place.

 

http://realityisbroken.org/

Average Rating: 5 out of 5 based on 228 user reviews.

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Munich
May 17, 2011 

Completely different topic! During the last couple of years, I’ve been very entertained and inspired by a writer named John Scalzi.  He has rapidly growing stature in the science fiction field, but like me he also writes about movies and video games, as well as lots of other types of writing.  His long-running blog, The Whatever, is full of gossipy anecdotes, testimonials and opinions on, among many other things, the writer’s life. john scalzi

I’ve always known what a lazy writer I am.  That, frankly, was a major reason for keeping this travel journal.  Just a test of my writing endurance:  Could I successfully maintain a daily blog for a twelve week period?  I’ve been pleased with the results, mostly, and, inspired by Mr. Scalzi in several different ways, I’m eager to roll my sleeves up and try to earn more of my living by writing.

An area I’m interested in investigating is, duh, travel writing. I enjoy traveling so much, and I clearly like talking about it with my keyboard.  I wonder if I can find some outlets where I can submit some travel writing?

old mans warIt’s important for me to feel inspiration at this moment, because, as this job is winding down and I don’t have much else in the pipeline, I’m starting to feel the creeping “What If I Don’t Get Another Gig For Six Months” dreads.  You might think I’d have a ton of money stockpiled after this assignment, but it’s going to be a surprisingly small amount.  No, it’s not because I’m a crack addict or a shopaholic (anyone who knows my wardrobe knows this isn’t true).  It’s because whever you start working after not working for a while, you’re digging yourself out of a hole for a certain number of paychecks.  In my case, it was a big damn hole.

So the reason I won’t have a year’s worth of dollars ready to take care of me when I return to Los Angeles is that I’ve paid off three of my four credit cards and gotten caught up (to a certain degree) on back taxes.  Not completely caught up, I hasten to add.  But I’ve made good progress.

So I need to keep working, damnit.

I also need to stop depending so utterly on this software training work.  I love doing it, and I enjoy the jobs when they come.  But they are too sporadic these days.  They should be supplemental income, not my only income.  And if I’m not willing (or able?) to get an in-house training job, I need to have a second major source of income.  Perhaps it’s stupid to hope writing could be that source, but still, it’s a goal.  The idea feels right inside my head.  We’ll see.writers-market_medium

Areas I’d Like to Try Writing More On

  • Books (duh)
  • Games (duh)
  • Movies (duh duh)
  • Travel
  • Politics/Gay Rights
  • Politics/Rational Thought vs. Superstition in Public Policy
  • Pets
  • Food
  • Low Carb Living

 

Am I leaving out anything obvious here?

Tommorrow:  Back to Munich stuff!

Average Rating: 4.6 out of 5 based on 270 user reviews.

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Munich
May 11, 2011 

onion_domeAnother gorgeous day in the Bavarian capital. 

Work is going swimmingly, and even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t talk about that here.  Sorry.  But it really is going well.

moody_steeplesDuring my Potsdam tour on Saturday I realized, again, how woefully ignorant I am of continental European history.  The stories of the rulers of Prussia that I heard on the tour were so interesting  that I went to Amazon to look for a book that could shore up my education a bit.  I decided on The Iron Kingdom:  The Rise and Downfall of Prussia, 1600-1947 by Christopher Clark.  It’s a huge 800+ page book, and while it’s a bit dry, I’m still enjoying it, and it’s full of great information where my knowledge is sorely lacking.  I hope I have the patience to finish reading it.  I’m about 17% of the way through it now.

Favorite History Books

  • The Proud Tower by Barbara Tuchman
  • Peter the Great by Robert K. Massie
  • Salt by Mark Kurlansky
  • A History of Venice by John Julius Norwich
  • The Bridge at Andau by James Michener
  • The Great Bridge:  The Epic Story of the Bulding of the Brooklyn Bridge by David McCullough

    What the hell is this?
    What the hell is this?

Average Rating: 4.7 out of 5 based on 229 user reviews.

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Berlin
May 6, 2011 

Super-groovy art cinema in old East Berlin
Super-groovy art cinema in old East Berlin

I felt pretty sore today from the bruises I got from my Segway spill.  I slept in, messed around on my computer for a while, then headed out to the “gay” neighorhood.  The term may be a bit unneccesary in a city as gay as Berlin.  It has the third highest gay population in the world, after San Francisco and Sydney. 

The neighborhood was nice, but seemed very normal.  This is a good thing, I guess.  It’s time gay people became boring and normal.  That would be a victory.

I had paella at a place called El Toro Negro.  I realized it was perhaps the first time I’d ever actually had paella, but what’s not to like?  Chicken, rice and veggies.  Yum.

No,  they're talking about the angry old German dude,  not the civil rights leader.   Dr.  King has a dream; Martin Luther had 99 Theses.
No, they're talking about the angry old German dude, not the civil rights leader. Dr. King has a dream; Martin Luther had 99 Theses.

Afterwards my pain was bothering me a bit less so I walked another hour or so through one of the big expensive shopping streets.  Then home.

Tomorrow is my bicicyle tour of Potsdam.  I guess it’s too much to hope that cutie pie Kevin will be the tourguide again!

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The Tiergarten at dusk
The Tiergarten at dusk

Yesterday I read Jon Krakauer’s disturbing new expose of Greg Mortensen, the hugely successful bestselling author of Three Cups of Tea and Stones Into Schools.  Mortenson has received enormous adulation and financial success stemming from tales of his altruistic exploits building schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan.  The problem is, according to Krakauer:  Almost everything that comes out of his mouth is a lie.  Most of what he wrote in both books is a lie.  He also appears to be guilty of stunning financial irregularities.  He was just destroyed on 60 Minutes.  I think it’s safe to say that when Jon Krakauer and 60 Minutes are on to you, it’s time to give it up.  I hope he’s in jail soon.

Krakauer, by the way, is a real journalistic stud.  I’ve now read every book he has published.  He’s a writer of tremendous skill, power and integrity.  I’m glad a man of his fierce intelligence and passion is on our side. 

Books I’ve Read by Jon Krakauer

  • Into Thin Air
  • Into the Wild
  • Under the Banner of Heaven
  • Where Men Win Glory
  • Eiger Dreams

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New York/Vienna/Brussels
April 15-16, 2011

Distance Today:  4816

Distance So Far: 7336

Very Nice Flight

Thank goodness for an exit row!  When you’re a big, claustrophobic person like me, extra leg room is everything.  I am truly a business-class sized traveler with a coach-sized budget.

The road to Brussels' Arc du Triomphe
The road to Brussels' Arc du Triomphe

True, my exit row was completely full and it was three steps from the bathroom, so I had people on top of me the entire flight, but it was worth it.

The flight even took off on time and landed in Vienna early.  Quelle concept.

The airline was Austrian, and it was run with Teutonic efficiency.  The flight attendants’ uniforms were very reminiscent of the Swinging 60s look.  The service was polite but chilly.

The seat right next to me belonged to a nice young woman who, before takeoff, went and fetched her husband and made him sit there instead.  “It’ll be better for your long legs.”  Nice wife.  In fact, they were so cute to watch because they were very young and almost painfully in love.  At one point the husband was negotiating with someone else near us to switch seats “so I can have my wife.”  I thought it was sweet that he put it like that.  Periodically during the long flight she’d come over from her seat in the next cabin and crouch in front of us and they’d hold hands and stare with idiotic infatuation at each other.  They’re lucky.  I hope their passion lasts.

Each seat, even in coach, had a “personal” video screen.  I never even opened mine.  I was busy finishing Zoe’s Tale by John Scalzi, which turned out to be just amazingly good.  Scalzi gets better and better with each book; he is becoming a science fiction voice to be reckoned with.  That and dungeon-crawling my way through the candy-colored Dragon Quest V on my Nintendo DS kept me busy.

Hey!  Cleveland has an arcade JUST EXACTLY LIKE THIS!
Hey! Cleveland has an arcade JUST EXACTLY LIKE THIS!

After eight hours we landed in Vienna.  What a drag that I didn’t have a direct flight to Brussels.  At least on Austrian I get 50% of the miles credited to my frequent flyer program.

Austria cracks me up.  It may just be me, but I swear you can smell the old-fashioned anti-Semitism there in the air.  It kept expecting “Tomorrow Belongs to Me” to be piped out of the sound system at the airport.  I remember the last time I was in Vienna, five minutes into a taxi ride to the airport, the taxi driver was already complaining about the Jews.  This was in 2006.  Yeah, they’ve really processed the lessons of World War II in Austria.

Because of the long flight and the six hour time change, I basically lost half a day, the second half of Friday.  After a 90 minute layover and a short flight to Brussels, it was almost noon (Saturday)local time when I landed.  Keep in mind that I had been traveling since noon on Friday.  To say I felt tired and gross would be  akind understatement.  As I posted on Facebook, I felt like a banana peel left out in the sun on a steaming New Orleand afternoon.  The only thing that kept me from being really miserable was that I knew the drill.  I am, after all, an expert traveler.

I checked into the exquisite Hotel Montgomery, a boutique jewell on the edge of the “European” District.  “European” District?  In Brussels?  As opposed to what, the Afghan District?  Turns out that means it’s where lots of the foreign consulates and offices are.

A canal without multicolored pinwheels is so dull,  n'est-ce pas?
A canal without multicolored pinwheels is so dull, n'est-ce pas?

I was delighted with the room, easily twice the size of my room in New York, with a huge beautiful and openable window facing the beautiful boulevard circle.  At first I worried that the proximity to the busy street would make the room loud, but the windows in the hotel are brilliant:  When you close them, all is silence.

Despite wanting to, resisted the temptation to go right to sleep.  I knew the only chance I had to get acclimated to the new time zone was to stay awake for several more hours and go to bed as close to a normal time as possible.

There’s a metro station 100 feet from the hotel, so I popped on down and was at the Grand Place in a couple of minutes.  The Grand Place is the tourist center of Brussels, and it had just the right amount of bustle and eye candy to keep me awake.  I made my way a few blocks to the Magritte Museum. 

I have always loved Magritte, even before he helped me win Ben Stein’s money on “Win Ben Stein’s Money” in 1997.  I had two big Magritte questions on the show, which helped me secure the win.   The Magritte Museum is similar to the Dali Museum in Tampa, in that it’s a large exhibit that nevertheless contains very few of the artist’s most famous pieces.  Didn’t matter.  I saw lots things that were new to me, and several of his cutout doves and images of dark houses under brilliantly lit skies were there.  Plus, due to the fact that I hadn’t slept in almost two days and was in practically an alpha state, it seemed appropriate to be viewing all of the crazy-ass Belgian’s surrealist images. 

After the museum, a nice long walk back to the neighborhood my hotel was in, a nice dinner, and then blissful collapse in my room.  

My Current Favorite Science Fiction Writers

  • John Scalzi
  • Robert Charles Wilson
  • Peter F. Hamilton

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