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islamicbiotic · 11 months

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Finally caved and saw Dune 2021:

-Lightskin Chani narrates the opening instead of Irulan. I’ve always loved “The beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care…”, the opening from the book. David Lynch kept it in his movie, and the monologue even shows up in the official movie soundtrack for ‘84 by Toto. The fact that it’s not here doesn’t bode well.

-I always thought Dune was a very Asiatic work of sci-fi. Caladan is Space-Indonesia with its islands and rice paddies. The Fremen are descendants of Muslims, and they practice a weird, syncretic version of Islam with bits of Buddhism in it. I don’t like how Timotheeeee’s house has a bonsai tree framed by Chinese Circle Doors and only Yueh is the lone Asian there as a healer. I feel like I’m with Donna Chang from Seinfeld.

-Ferguson was a good choice for Lady Jessica.

-Zendaya can’t play dangerous. What’d you expect from a Disney whelp?

-Caladan is so cold and gray, not like in the books. Thanks, I hate it!

-Oscar Isaac is light, but he’d have to have fucked a ghost if I’m to believe he could play Timotheee’s dad.

-Mohiam is pretty spot on.

-I hate this version of Caladan. It’s so cold, so unhospitable, even compared to Arrakis. The entire point of Caladan is that it’s a lush Eden.

-According to X-Ray, Atreides martial arts is based on Filipino fighting styles. Oh, like Thanos and Fauntleroy could ever.

-There are no upside down cows on Giedi Prime. Man-Spider? What are you talking about? There WASN’T a man-spider in this movie.

-Considering how…. light this movie is, I expected Denis to whitewash Dr. Yueh. Also, Yueh uses Mandarin to speak to Paul on the sly while he’s administering his Suk healer powers. It feels orientalist.

-The landers that descend from the Heighliner onto Arrakis remind me of the eggs from Arrival.

-Jessica and her attendants at the spaceport are gorgeous, although one can’t help but think of Padme and her girl gang in Episode 1.

-Thufir is black (SMH is really fair, even compared to Zendaya) and he calls Paul “Young Master” when he lands on Arrakis. The optics aren’t lost on me.

-The thopters are really sexy.

-Right after, there’s a scene of townspeople praying. If they weren’t wearing 3 burqas one on top of the other, it would look like home to me.

-Denis… he has a certain visual style. He loves bare concrete, pitted, monolithic surfaces. It feels like he’s using Voice on my eyes. Something about the lines, the starkness… You have to meet his style halfway.

-Jason Momoa shaves halfway. Like I said about unsettlingly bare surfaces.

-Zendaya, being Disney, can’t act. She is mostly here to tempt Paul in his visions. I mean, just like in the first third of the book, but… why not get someone who… let’s just say, doesn’t burn that easy out there to play Fremen.

-My image of the Sardaukar was always the Purge Troopers from Fallen Order. Here, they reminded me of Ronan the Accuser from Guardians Vol. 1, but dialed up to 90.

-The invasion… is slightly less awesome, because you don’t see Patrick Stewart as Gurney, running into battle cradling a pug.

-I want that bagpipe riff to play at my funeral.

-Ok, so to have Yueh, the lone Asian man, act not just a healer with strange powers, muttering in Mandarin, but also have him betray the good Atreides, was that Herbert being low key… you know?

-Also, I just realized they got rid of two important scenes: Jessica finding the Secret Garden, and the dinner where Leto’s guests, the rich townsfolk of Arrakeen, spill water everywhere to express their station. The palm tree thing drives the point of both home? A garden is visually too much for a Denis movie, though.

-They had to prop Leto in the altogether like that. Easier on the eyes than the Baron but like… really?

-The one scene that made me cry in the book, “His only regret was that he never made you his Duchess”, wasn’t here. Like Jessica cries in the tent, but… I just didn’t feel it.

-Kynes looking out at Arrakeen, similar energy to Leia’s death stare on Crait. The music in that scene, similar melody to the main theme from the 1984 movie.

-Kynes doesn’t get her trippy death involving visions of the previous Kynes. I liked it because it highlighted the strangeness of the desert, and stressed the environment-y themes.

-Timotheeee has to whitesplain how Fremen live to his mom after their thopter crashes. It felt… redundant. Jessica’s a Lady of a House and a Bene Gesserit. Shouldn’t she have done her Arrakis homework too?

-No one in the main cast has any experience speaking Arabic and it shows. I’m not watching the second movie if Timotheeee and Zendaya butcher the phrase “Lisan Al-Gaib” again.

-Nothing is more arrogant than ending your movie with the line “this is just the beginning”.

Arrival is one of my favorite movies ever. Blade Runner 2049 existed only to strip all ambiguity from the original. Dune errs… towards the latter. There’s a lot of care in every frame! And Hans Zimmer and those bagpipes! But the young leads are just so, so miscast. And I still stand by my original statement. Who are THEY to tell me that the apex of humanity is the whitest person alive? I know Duncan becomes the Chosen One in the later books, but that’s not the implication the movie and its marketing circus, both infinitely more visible than the sequel books, are giving me

6.5/10.

#dune #dune 2021

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researchingdeath · 4 years

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one of my favorite novelization facts, and there are a lot of them, is that once upon a time daniel cain went into the bathroom and found that herbert west had jammed some cash into the toilet paper because he had used some.

on another occasion he poured food out to feed rufus and found even more money in the meow mix and, despite finding herbert’s weird habit courteous, just had to ask him W H Y THE CAT FOOD?

#this cracks me up very time #just imagining dan going about his daily business and there's just money shoved into everything everywhere #dan pocketing multiple bills throughout the day as he finds them #herbert happily repays dan for everything but dan is just always finding money throughout his home jammed into odd places.#thanks herbert.#X ||: ALWAYS AN ICE-COLD INTELLECTUAL MACHINE. // about.#X ||: DO YOU EVER SEE HIM? DOES HE EVER EAT? // isms.#X ||: ' I STARTLED YOU; ' HE OFFERED UNAPOLOGETICALLY. // jeff rovin's re-animator novelization. (1987)#X ||: YOU'RE HARD-WORKING; BRIGHT; PEOPLE RESPECT YOU. // daniel cain | narrator #X ||: THE BUBBLE HEADED COED. // megan halsey.#X ||: I WILL NOT BE SHACKLED BY THE FAILURES OF YOUR GOD! // headcanons.

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i-am-skinny-sir · 3 years

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Chani’s role has changed from the books

In the first Dune novel, there wasn’t just one point-of-view narrator. Baron Harkonnen’s schemes, Lady Jessica’s maneuvers, Paul’s dreams, and Duke Leto’s regrets are all communicated by those characters directly in Herbert’s book, which shifts between the perspectives of its characters as the plot progresses. Historical documents offer a larger context for the story, depicted through the writings of Princess Irulan in the novel. As such, her perspective forms the opening narrative of both the novel and Lynch’s film.

That narrative power, previously allotted to a member of the aristocracy in Dune, is now in the hands of Chani, the book’s most vital Fremen character. This reframing doesn’t necessarily mean the broadest plot events of Dune will play out differently, but it does represent a paradigm shift in terms of whose story Dune is to tell. Dune tells a story about colonizers gradually coming around to see the perspective of those they’re oppressing, and the new film reframes that idea by toggling between various points of view, allowing the oppressed to keep for themselves.

- Ryan Britt, Inverse X

#dune 2021 #chani #dune spoilers

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scotianostra · 3 years

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Happy 42nd Birthday Scottish Actor, James McAvoy.

Born April 21st 1979 in Glasgow, McAvoy the charismatic Glaswegian had actually intended joining the navy or the priesthood before he stumbled upon acting as a career. James was 16 when the actor and director David Hayman visited St Thomas Aquinas school in Drumchapel to give a talk on Shakespeare and ended up being heckled by some class troublemakers. “I felt bad for him,” recalls James. “So I went up at the end and said, ‘Thanks very much. That was very interesting,’ and asked him if I could make the tea, do some work experience, if he was ever doing another film.” McAvoy was taken by surprise when Hayman called back four months later asking him to audition. He tried out and won a role in the feature film The Near Room.

McAvoy hadn’t planned on becoming an actor, even when he got the part in the movie, but admitted later he changed his mind when he got a crush on co-star Alana Brady. A small role in the TV movie An Angel Passes By followed, and soon after, McAvoy decided to train at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. To pay his way, for two years he did the early shift at a bakery as a trainee confectioner before heading off to school each morning. In 2000, at the age of 20, he moved to London and soon after, landed a plum role in Steven Spielberg’s acclaimed mini-series, Band of Brothers.

Since then he has appeared in the brilliant Shameless which he starred opposite Anne-Marie Duff, whom he later married, the couple divorced in 2016.

Other roles, before and after Shameless include, Foyle’s War, Frank Herbert’s Children of Dune, State of Play and Shakespea Re-Told.

On the big screen he was excellent dodgy cop, Bruce Robertson in Irvine Welsh’s Filth, which I watched again the other night night, before that he was in The Last King of Scotland as Dr. Nicholas Garrigan, over the pond is more well known as the young Charles Xavier / Professor X in several X-Men flicks.

James voiced Hazel a new TV series adaptation of Watership down in 2018, last year he was in the appearing in Glass, the third in a series of films, the others being, Unbreakable and Split. He ended the year on the small screen featuring in His Dark Materials as well as finding time to star in National Theatre Live: Cyrano de Bergerac in the title role.

James McAvoy has always had a generous side, he once did a “terrifying” BASE jump from the world’s tallest hospital building in a bid to help raise money for Ugandan children’s charity Retrak, an organisation which assists children on the streets. Additionally, he is a celebrity supporter of the British Red Cross with whom he travelled to Uganda to raise awareness of the projects there. He had become involved with the charity after shooting The Last King of Scotland there for several months and was shocked by what he saw. In February 2007, he visited northern Uganda and spent four days seeing projects supported by the British Red Cross.

Lately James has narrated a reality show called The Bridge, which I have no idea about, he has one project in post production, My Son is a mystery /thriller set in Scotland, filming had begun by late October 2020, and filmed throughout the country, no word on when it is due to hit the cinemas.

#Scotland #scottish #actor #film star #happy birhtday

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soulnottainted · 3 years

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WOTW: Rebirth

Chapter 6: Narration

tagging the friends @squips-ship @astralshipper @ampersandies @lovinglittlecrow @cosmiccambion @werewolfpine @cinna-vanilla @cozyships @2010ingraves @magstorrn @theartilleryman @jettsships @selfship-haven

//interactive video is in this! look for the (X). flashing lights might bother some people in it so fair warning)

The Journalist woke up to a pair of smaller arms wrapped around him; Kelsey was still nestled close to him. He had to chuckle softly to himself at the soft sight, a feeling of warmth and safety he hadn’t felt in a long time. Carrie was asleep behind her daughter, her pose suggesting she was trying to pull Kelsey to her before falling asleep. Sleep was what George needed, and sleep he got. One could argue that three hours of sleep wasn’t enough, for someone who spent most of 24 awake. But, the responsibility of humanity always weighed on his shoulders, and so with that coming immediately back to his mind, he slowly slid out of bed. Carefully, he moved Kelsey’s arms off of him, placing them so they draped across the pillow. One more glance Mr. Herbert took at his peacefully sleeping ladies before quietly walking out of the room and back to his work.

The tv displayed live footage of the Martians. In only three hours, they were approaching London. George noted the new speed of the tripods, a new advantage the martians had against man, before reaching his desk. Next to it, was a tall filing cabinet. He had bought it about it almost ten years prior, when he needed to compile his notes from his university studies about aliens, and also his own findings from countless hours of research. He remembered the endless days of digging through libraries, filing cabinets, top secret information...George still was surprised that he ever got the files about the first martian invasion. Apparently those original reports were not for public eyes, even though the event was obviously very public. His status of being newly graduated with a PhD in alien studies gave him that clearance, after months of begging the government for them for research purposes. Now, those very files were spread across his desk, along with other paper articles.

As George took out multiple folders, he also opened a very old journal. It was bound in brown leather, parchment showing its distinct age. The book looked unassuming, but it had knowledge that nobody else had.

A few moments later, a couple slow, quiet footsteps came from the bedroom, and Mr. Herbert looked up to see his daughter standing there, wiping the sleep from her eyes before placing her glasses back on. Upon seeing him look over at her, she smiled a little.

But that soon changed as she entered further into the living space, eyes moving towards the television that showed footage of the metallic monsters. Her smile immediately dropped, mind sucked back in time, remembering the horrors: running to hide in abandoned buildings, running off of little food or water, and long hours of waiting for the fighting machines to move out of the area without being spotted and blasted with the heat ray.

She was radiating the same fear that George kept hidden in his mind. He didn’t know how Kelsey could deal with it, he surely couldn’t live with it.

“Kelsey?”

The girl didn’t move an inch, staring at the tv, frozen.

“Kels?” George tried again a bit louder this time. Her hand started to tremble at her side.

A shaky deep breath escaped her.

Witnessing that, her father quickly reached for the tv remote, turning it off. When the images of the monsters ceased, he thought that Kelsey would’ve snapped out of it. A few more seconds passed, she was still. George had no choice but to stand up, walk over to her, and gently guide the shaken young girl to a chair beside his desk. Fear of the future was ingrained in Kelsey’s eyes, and her soul. She didn’t even look up at him, staring out into space instead, full of dread.

“Listen to me, listen to me,” her father reassuringly squeezed her shoulders, making her face towards him in her chair, “We have survived this. We have survived this, little dragonfly, and we will get through this.”

“What can we do?” the frightened girl murmured, “What can we do against them?”

George’s hands moved down slightly from Kelsey’s shoulders to the sides of her arms, and gently squeezed. His older, wise eyes finally connected with his daughter’s, and he wanted to make sure she knew she was safe.

“I know there is much more to learn about the Martian’s new advancements, there is no doubt of that. But, I’ve got a plan.”

“Plan? What plan?”

“I’m glad you asked. But I need you to know first and foremost, that this is just a theory. An insane one, but a logical one.”

“You are insane already,” Kelsey’s uncertainty took a back seat for a moment, managing a small, weak smile.

“Yes, my dear, I am,” George took the tip of his finger and tapped her nose, smiling back at her, before his attention turned to the documents spread across his desk, “Alright...Any of these you recall?”

Kelsey tried to figure out what he meant, but it didn’t take long for her past memories to click into place. The documents were mostly typed, very yellowed from age. Handwritten comments were scattered throughout on the papers. Notes. But, Kelsey noticed the old journal prominently sitting in the middle of it all.

“That’s your journal,” she carefully lifted the book into her small hands, in awe, “This is where you wrote the first draft of your account of the Martians….and the one you read to me.”

“Mm,” the Journalist nodded, looking over at his daughter, “That journal, even with all my research over the years, is the most valuable thing in all of it. I found it with most of our things when we moved into the house, in this life. I’m surprised I can still read from it.”

Kelsey thought back to the very day that George Herbert told her the true story of how he survived the martians.

He had finished the first draft of his account almost a month after the invasion. In order to have feedback from Carrie (as he was planning on publishing it), as well as the opportunity to inform Kelsey of what fully happened to himself and Carrie only weeks ago, he read the draft aloud in his study, sitting at his desk, with his hands folded neatly on the table.

“No one would have believed, in the last years of the 19th century, that human affairs were being watched by intelligences which inhabited the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.”

Kelsey was curled up beside Carrie on the couch that was situated on the other side of the room, listening intently to Mr. Herbert’s words.

“Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.”

George told of what his few weeks in an apocalyptic world was like, who he met along his travels...all of it.

The answers all lie in that journal, that story.

“We want to know how we got here to this time,” modern day George explained straightforwardly, “and I believe my account is an outline. Think about this, Kelsey: you, your mother, and I, have got new lives. But, even with our memories locked away, we started having events that occurred in our previous lives happen again in this one. Even with the invasion going on right now. There are changes in how efficient the martians are, but as far as I can tell, events are still happening in the same order as the timeline from my own writing.”

“So you’re saying history is repeating itself, and your journal is your ‘how-to’ guide?” Kelsey raised an eyebrow, although internally, she knew George was onto something.

“Exactly!” he replied, a little eccentric energy forming in his voice, “So, if my theory is correct, we trace my old-self’s steps, and hopefully throughout that journey, we can find more about how to defeat those monsters.”

“What about the Artilleryman, Beth, and Parson Nathaniel?” Kelsey asked, “Do they have their memories locked?”

“I don’t know,” George rubbed his chin, elbows on his desk, “But there is a possibility. All we can do if they don’t remember, is go along with what we already know, or we can see if this is truly a timeloop-”

“And change history? The outcome? Dad...that’s like every time travel pop culture media there is: Doctor Who, Back to the Future....”

The Journalist blinked a few times. His daughter really was his if she watched all of that science fiction.

“Yes, but at least we try it. Worse comes to worse, we deal with the consequences.”

Another pair of footsteps wandered out of the bedroom. Carrie wrapped her knitted shawl closely around herself as she approached her family.

“Carrie knows the plan,” George continued, “I have told her it many times over the course of five years.”

Kelsey nodded, and looked to the both of her parents, “So...where do we start with all of this?”

“We leave the bunker and go to George’s home on Maybury hill,” Carrie replied before George got another word in, “And if his theory is correct-”

“We will come across the Artilleryman,” George took the conversation back, “But I really think you two should stay here.”

“Here? Why?” Kelsey stood up from her chair, puzzled, “Why can’t we go with you?”

“It’s dangerous out there, dragonfly,” he shook his head, “And I can’t even imagine to think what the trauma of last time would do to you if you both were thrust back into the nightmare, the invasion, like that. Putting you both in harm's way is the last thing I'd want to do.”

“George,” Carrie instantly became worried, heart pounding in her chest, “You said that we would come with you.”

“I said that, Carrie, but I thought it over. I just want you two safe.”

Kelsey’s voice raised a little as her father’s words made her worry of him, “But what about you? What if you die out there?”

“You both will still be safe.”

Carrie put an agreeing hand on Kelsey’s shoulder, the two ladies looking at the man of the household, “No, George. We are going with you. All of us, or none at all. This is not an option. We are not being separated. Not again.”

A defeated sigh escaped Mr. Herbert’s lips as he held the bridge of his nose. He knew he couldn’t change their minds, his ladies were stubborn like that. Also, the thought of being separated made a heart-aching memory flood his mind.

(X)

He saw the steamboat’s gangplank raise as the entirety of the ship was filled to the brim with people. The crowds on the boat mimicked the crowds on shore: pushing and shoving to yell their farewells or see their loved ones for what they thought was the very last time. His eyes frantically scanned the vessel, through the sea of people that pushed this way and that on the boat, looking over the heads of the different crowd of people that took up the entirety of the sea port. Then, he locked eyes with a set of fair eyes. Carrie’s.

She gasped and gripped the side of the boat’s railing, before reaching her arm out, thinking that she could reach him, despite the distance from the steamer to the onlookers.

“George, my love!”

Her fiance gained a motivation that he hadn’t had before, pushing his way through the calamity of humans that bashed into him back, sweeping him away from her. He had to get to Carrie, even if he had to see her go. Maybe he could look at her long enough to remember every detail of her beautiful face, how her hair flowed beautifully down her shoulders…

Pushing closer and closer, he finally made it to the end of the pier, right up to the barrier, to the front of the enormous amount of people.

Carrie looked down from the boat, and tried again to reach out to him, but the boat deck was much too high to reach.

“George, I’m here!”

All George could do was stare up at the vessel as it started to leave the port, looking at Carrie’s despaired face, as her father put an arm around her shoulders. At that moment, George Herbert didn’t know if he would ever see his beloved Carrie again.

"Dad, you don't have to go alone," Kelsey said as a final nail in the coffin for George's objections.

“Okay....alright. Fine. We will stick together, but remember the risks. We have survived an invasion once, but we mustn't let our victory of last time make us think this will be easy.”

The two women nodded in reply, and George stood up, putting his hands on his hips.

“We leave tonight. Each of us will pack a backpack. Don’t bring extremely personal belongings; I’m sure we will be robbed at least once. Food and water is a necessity, but also we must try and pack light, or else that will surely slow us down. First stop is at my home, see if my theory about the Artilleryman is correct. Then, we go from there.”

As her father kept talking, Kelsey flipped through the Victorian era journal, to the very end. That’s when her heart stopped as she remembered the last words George told her of the story that night. Her eyes scanned over the words, and from that moment on, Kelsey fully supported George’s theory.

“As life returns to normal, and man remains supreme, the question of another attack from Mars causes universal concern. Is our planet safe, or is this time of peace merely a reprieve? It may be that, across the immensity of space, they have learned their lessons and even now await the opportunity. Perhaps the future belongs not to us - but to the Martians.”

#rebirth fic #selfship #self ship

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rockislandadultreads · 3 years

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Science Fiction: Books to Movies

Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer

Area X has been cut off from the rest of the world for decades. Nature has reclaimed the last vestiges of human civilization. The first expedition returned with reports of a pristine, Edenic landscape; the second expedition ended in mass suicide, the third in a hail of gunfire as its members turned on one another. The members of the eleventh expedition returned as shadows of their former selves, and within weeks, all had died of cancer. In Annihilation, the first volume of Jeff VanderMeer's Southern Reach Trilogy, we join the twelfth expedition. The group is made up of four women: an anthropologist; a surveyor; a psychologist, the de facto leader; and our narrator, a biologist. Their mission is to map the terrain, record all observations of their surroundings and of one another, and, above all, avoid being contaminated by Area X itself. They arrive expecting the unexpected, and Area X delivers—but it’s the surprises that came across the border with them and the secrets the expedition members are keeping from one another that change everything.

Children of the Fleet by Orson Scott Card

From Orson Scott Card, award-winning and bestselling author of Ender's Game, his first solo Enderverse novel in years. Children of the Fleet is a new angle on Card's bestselling series, telling the story of the Fleet in space, parallel to the story on Earth told in the Ender's Shadow series. Ender Wiggin won the Third Formic war, ending the alien threat to Earth. Afterwards, all the terraformed Formic worlds were open to settlement by humans, and the International Fleet became the arm of the Ministry of Colonization, run by Hirum Graff. MinCol now runs Fleet School on the old Battle School station, and still recruits very smart kids to train as leaders of colony ships, and colonies. Dabeet Ochoa is a very smart kid. Top of his class in every school. But he doesn't think he has a chance at Fleet School, because he has no connections to the Fleet. That he knows of. At least until the day that Colonel Graff arrives at his school for an interview.

Dune by Frank Herbert

Set on the desert planet Arrakis, Dune is the story of the boy Paul Atreides, heir to a noble family tasked with ruling an inhospitable world where the only thing of value is the “spice” melange, a drug capable of extending life and enhancing consciousness. Coveted across the known universe, melange is a prize worth killing for... When House Atreides is betrayed, the destruction of Paul’s family will set the boy on a journey toward a destiny greater than he could ever have imagined. And as he evolves into the mysterious man known as Muad’Dib, he will bring to fruition humankind’s most ancient and unattainable dream.

The Stepford Wives by Ira Levin

For Joanna, her husband, Walter, and their children, the move to beautiful Stepford seems almost too good to be true. It is. For behind the town's idyllic facade lies a terrible secret—a secret so shattering that no one who encounters it will ever be the same. At once a masterpiece of psychological suspense and a savage commentary on a media-driven society that values the pursuit of youth and beauty at all costs, The Stepford Wives is a novel so frightening in its final implications that the title itself has earned a place in the American lexicon.

#science fiction #science fiction books #book recs #books to movies #reading recommendations #recommended reading #library #tbr #to read #popular titles #booklr #booklist #book list #reading list

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intyalote · 3 years

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2020 Year in Review

Thanks to @i-am-just-a-kiddo for tagging me! I modified the format a bit, but it was fun! Also, none of these are ordered because it was hard enough to pick top 5s and I didn’t feel like ranking them in addition to that.

Again, anyone who wants to do this, consider yourself nominated by me. My answers are under the cut because though I tried very hard, I failed to keep them short.

Movies/TV shows: I combined these since I’ve seen less than 5 of each oops

1. Tientsin Mystic - Absolutely gorgeous, beautiful cinematography. The plot went off the rails (in a fun way) in the second half but I was impressed with the intricacy of the setup in the first 12 or so episodes, and the central trio were wonderful.

2. Parasite - Its genius has been explained by people who can do so much better and more eloquently than I can, so I’ll just leave you with the coldest take ever: it was really, really good.

3. Midnight Diner - I’d seen Tokyo Stories previously, but I went back and watched the older series when they came to Netflix and absolutely loved them. Seeing the origins of the regulars and getting some unexpected emotional stabs made it unforgettable.

4. The Devotion of Suspect X - The book is one of my favorite mysteries, so I was ready to be disappointed, but ended up being pleasantly surprised with how well the adaptations maintained the heart of the novel.

5. Mulan (2009) - Watched it to cleanse Mulan (2020) from my brain. It was perfect - hearbreaking story, amazing and realistic characters, beautifully done fight scenes.

Songs:

1. почему (zemfira) - I continue to love zemfira. This song has been in my spotify wrapped for the past 3 years straight.

2. スマトラ警備隊/四角革命 (soutaiseiriron) - I’m cheating by adding two songs since I couldn’t decide which was more representative. I promise the music is good and I don’t just like soutaiseiriron because of the physics name, even if that’s what caught my attention at first.

3. Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd) - It’s been one of my “comfort songs” ever since I was a kid. A big one from the early days of quarantine.

4. 赤い月 (Kitri) - This was a big j-music year for me clearly. Someone recommended Kitri to me in September and I fell in love with their funky, dreamlike style. Also, after playing BOTW earlier this year, the music video sparks panic every time the titular red moon appears.

5. Nocturne (Kaija Saariaho) - Saariaho is probably my favorite active composer, and this is my favorite of her works. I was considering putting down something more Romantic instead, but I listen to that stuff all the time, while 2020 really had me revisiting some more unique pieces, and this one in particular.

Books:

1. Death’s End (Liu Cixin, tr. Ken Liu) - Yes, this was the year I finally read that series. I have many philosophical disagreements with certain messages that appear in the books, but the fact that they prompted that kind of thought is rare enough to warrant a spot on this list.

2. The Roman Elegiac Poets (ed. Karl Harrington) - Technically a textbook, but I’m putting it here for the poems it contains and not Harrington’s additions (which I didn’t particularly like). Catullus 101 had a huge impact on me when I read it for class a few years ago, so I picked up this book to see some more of his elegiac poetry and loved what I found. I’ve also developed a new appreciation for Ovid, and will probably be taking a second look at the Metamorphoses this year to see if I like them more than I did the first time.

3. Dune (Frank Herbert) - I reread it in anticipation of the upcoming film adaptation and loved it as much as I did the first time. It’s full of things I love - intricate politics, engaging science, deep worldbuilding, and of course, space.

4. JR上野駅公園口/Tokyo Ueno Station (Yu Miri) - This one was a challenging read (for my Japanese level anyway), but I’m glad I got through it. Came for the ghost narrator, stayed for the unexpectedly deep sadness it inspired.

5. The Idiot (Dostoevsky, tr. Volkhonsky/Pevear) - This might be my new favorite Dostoevsky work. I don’t know how to explain it other than that while I never really knew where it was going, everything somehow still made sense.

That’s it for my year in review - I hope anyone reading this has a wonderful 2021!

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"Come with us now on a far journey, a journey that takes us millions of miles from the Earth, where many years ago the planet Krypton burned like a green star in the endless heavens." Today this series makes its first foray off of the comic page and into the vast multimedia landscape of Superman adaptations. "The Adventures of Superman" followed shows like "The Lone Ranger" and "Dragnet" in making the leap from the radio to the television, and I'd venture to say that nowhere is that more apparent than in this first episode. Creative Team: Tommy Carr, Robert Maxwell, Whitney Ellsworth, George Reeves, Phyllis Coates, Jack Larson, John Hamilton, Herbert Rawlinson, Stuart Randall, Aline Towne, Frances Morris, Danni Sue Nolan, Tom Fadden, Robert Rockwell, and Jeffrey Silver. All-Star Summary: Doomed planet. Desperate scientist. Last hope. Courageous couple.

Key Elements: The distant planet Krypton was home to an advanced civilization of supermen, at the peak of human perfection. The scientist Jor-El has been brought before a council to explain destructive events that have been happening around the planet. He reveals that the planet is doomed to explode in the near future. The Council dismisses his conclusions and warnings as the ravings of a madman, and scoff at his plan to use rockets to evacuate the population to the planet Earth.

Jor-El returns to his lab, where he adds fuel to his model rocket. He plans to test it, and if it arrives on Earth safely, he'll build one large enough to take himself, his wife Lara, and his infant son Kal-El to safety. But when the tremors grow stronger, Jor-El realizes that the planet is in its last moments. The model ship is large enough for one passenger; Jor-El tells Lara to go, but she refuses, saying if any of them are to survive, it should be their child. They put the baby in the rocket and launch it toward Earth, just before Krypton finally explodes. On Earth, Eben and Sarah Kent see a rocket crash as they are driving down a country road. Eben hears a baby crying inside the flaming ship and rescues it. Neither the child nor his blanket were burned by the fire. The rocket is destroyed, leaving no trace behind. The Kents decide to keep the baby and raise him as their own son, Clark. As Clark grows, he discovers that he has amazing powers that set him apart from other people, like super-strength, super-speed, and X-ray vision. Ma Kent tells him the story of how they found and rescued him. When Clark is 25 years old, his father dies of a sudden heart attack. Ma encourages him to leave town for Metropolis, and to use his amazing powers to help people. She even made him an indestructible costume out of the blankets he was wrapped in as a baby. He resolves to keep his identity secret by acting timid and wearing glasses. He takes a job at the Daily Planet, a great metropolitan newspaper, so that he'll be able to learn about emergencies quickly. He meets Perry White, Jimmy Olsen, and Lois Lane, who is immediately suspicious of Clark.

And when emergencies occur, he's there to save the day—as Superman!

Interesting Deviations: Here, it's not the Science Council that hears Jor-El's predictions, but the governing council, meeting in the Temple of Wisdom. The Council specifically commissioned Jor-El's research in this version, which may not be an explicit departure from other origins, but certainly feels like one in spirit. Krypton's fate is due to its sun drawing the planet closer, which honestly feels more realistic than the usual exploding core. It makes sense for the described disasters like volcanoes and earthquakes to result from changes in tidal forces as Krypton's orbit decays and the sun's gravitational pull exerts a greater influence. How much of that was known in 1952, and how much was just good sci-fi guesswork, I can't say. I also can't say that an explosion is likely to result from this process either, but certainly being torn apart might. Talking with Lara, Jor-El notes that despite the clouds, there's been a strange glow in the west, and Lara complains about the oppressive heat, asking if it's due to the planet getting closer to the sun. Maybe it's just because it's black-and-white television, but I was immediately reminded of the "Twilight Zone" episode "Midnight Sun," except that aired nine years after this. One really interesting, minor variation between the different retellings is who Jor-El intends to send in the rocket. Occasionally it's Kal-El from the start, sometimes both Lara and Kal-El. Here, Jor-El initially suggests that Lara go alone, then that the rocket might be large enough for both her and Kal-El, but she refuses both times. "I'd be lost on a new world without you, Jor-El." The Kents here, as in the radio show's (lost, to my knowledge) second version of the origin and the Kirk Alyn serials, are Eben and Sarah. To my knowledge, these names never made the jump to the comics.

There's a lovely exchange here, where Sarah says "Eben! You can't do nothin', you'll get burned!" and Eben replies "Gotta do somethin'," before throwing dirt at the hatch to put out the fire. If I may read too far into things, Superman's parents in this segment illustrate the two most important aspects of his character: hope even in the bleakest situations, and using whatever power you have to do whatever good you can. The Kents discuss bringing the child to an orphanage, but decide that nobody would believe their story. Interestingly, this bears a lot of resemblance to how the story would go in the post-Crisis age. The classic image of Clark demonstrating his powers is lifting a heavy object—often a tractor or a couch—to retrieve a ball. It's interesting, then, that these early versions often go for the X-ray vision instead. The radio program's second version of the origin story has a part titled "Eben Kent Dies in a Fire," so his heart attack is likely a departure from that story. We see the name Smallville for the first time in this story at the bus depot. The name's been in the comics since at least 1949, but I'd be interested to know if it had shown up in the serials or radio show before this. Notably, despite "Smallville" being the setting of Superboy's adventures for at least a few years in the comics, there's no indication that Superboy existed in this continuity.

Clark is unable to get an interview with Perry the traditional way, so he tries slipping into Perry's office through the window, using a ledge outside the building. It's a bold move, but maybe not one that suits that whole "mild-mannered" demeanor. An emergency interrupts his impromptu interview—a blimp was unable to land, and now a man is hanging from its cable—and Perry sends Lois and Jimmy to cover it. Notably, he tells them to have a couple of photographers dispatched, which suggests that Jimmy hasn't taken that job yet. Superman's first rescue is the man who'd been dangling from the rope. In his interview, he says it was a "super-guy," but Clark had already beaten him to the punch with the headline.

Additional Commentary: The opening narration is taken verbatim from the first episode of the radio show, "The Baby from Krypton," and much of what happens on Krypton follows pretty close to the original radio script, including the presence of Ro-Zan and Jor-El's "solar calculations."

Jor-El, played by Robert Rockwell, looks eerily like Norm Macdonald.

And Lara, Aline Towne, looks pretty sultry.

I think this shot is extremely interesting, given how clear it is that Lara is holding a sack rather than a baby. The blanket fell away to expose the sack as she moved, and she tries to cover it back up in a way that looks natural, but it's interesting to see that this didn't merit another take.

Take a look at that superdrool. When they cut away from this close-up shot, it becomes clear that the baby was probably never even on the Krypton set.

Rockwell and Towne really sell the desperation of the moment. The baby is not on-hand for the rocket crash scene, as a stunt-sack clearly fills in again. I suppose this was the era before high-definition TVs and pause buttons; if I were watching this on a 12-inch screen via antenna, I probably wouldn't notice the difference. Eventually they do transition to having the baby in the scene. When twelve-year-old Clark asks why he's different from the other boys, Sarah expresses that she was concerned that he was coming down with the measles. I guess it's nice that that's a relevant concern again. George Reeves looks very Elvis Presley here.

Angry, shouty Perry White here is pretty clearly a major inspiration for J. Jonah Jameson, and a nice illustration of how, once JJJ exists as the apotheosis of that archetype, Perry is left a little rudderless as a character.

The Rocket: A classic sci-fi rocket, but not much distinctive about it. And it ultimately falls apart like it's made of cardboard. Two exploding Kryptons.

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28.04.2022, april.

activities

reading

driving lessons

weekend work

job applications

life schedule

jlpt & other upskilling (python? webdesign?)

fanfiction writing

books:

the van gogh sisters (nlb)

imitations - zadie smith (nlb)

pocket kuala lumpur (nlb)

event - žižek (nlb)

hermeneutics (nlb)

the meaning of art - herbert read (nlb)

subversive ceramics (nlb)

charting thoughts: essays on art in sea (nlb)

150 best tiny space ideas (nlb)

the singapore grip (nlb)

world order - kissinger (libby)

湯神くんは友達がいない (own)

jane eyre (own)

有时，我们远行 (own)

69sixty nine (own)

watching?

妖怪合租屋-歸來怪

spyxfamily

manga

jujutsu kaisen (jump app)

spy x family (jump app)

not actively following:

sousou no frieren (mgg)

who made me a princess (mgg)

the flower that was bloomed by a cloud

gorae byul

...

want to watch (eventually):

ストレンジャー〜上海の芥川龍之介〜（A Stranger in Shanghai, movie)

misaeng (kdrama)

mother (kdrama)

dear my friends (kdrama)

この恋はあたためますか (jdrama)

might watch:

呪術廻戦 (anime)

violet evergarden (anime) - not finished yet

ghibli movies

random anime movies?

some of my favourite...

dramas:

선덕여왕

Liar Game

来世ではちゃんとします

イタズラなKiss〜Love in TOKYO

have enjoyed:

the fiery priest 열혈사제

books:

钱穆《中国历代政治得失》

audiobook:

Kafka by the Shore by Random House Audio, narrated by Sean Barrett and Oliver Le Sueur

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A-Z Book Recommendation

I heard @macrolit started a trend of A-Z Book Recommendations? I may be late to this party but it looked like fun, so here are mine!

(Much to my chagrin I had to cheat on Q and Z; and V is also a bit of a cheat since I haven’t actually finished reading the book yet. On the other hand I did manage to get through it without repeating an author. Enjoy.)

The Archer's Tale by Bernard Cornwell (also published as Harlequin). An adventurous historical fiction novel diving into the life of an English longbow archer in 14th c Europe

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. One of my favorite books of all time; I sob like a baby every single time I read it. By turns heartwarming and heartwrenching, it tells the story of a young girl growing up in Nazi Germany, stealing books and finding escape and solace in reading. It is beautiful and unusual in its style, narrated by Death and painted in vivid imagery.

The Chimes by Anna Smaill. A moving and strange dystopia novel about a world where memories have been destroyed and people communicate using music.

Dune by Frank Herbert. A powerhouse science fiction novel, Dune is at once a space opera, a political thriller, and a study in religion and survivalism.

L’étudiant étranger by Philippe Labro. An autobiographical novel about the sometimes comedic, sometimes serious experience of Labro’s life as an exchange student at a US university.

The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien. I’m sure this one needs no introduction - the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy remains, in my opinion, one of the best books ever published, and debatably the best fantasy epic of all time.

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. A very dark but smart and exciting crime novel.

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. It’s more accurate to say that I experienced this work than that I read it. Part autobiographical, part stretching the factual truth to tell an emotional one, part wild invention, this is the story of Dave and his little brother, Christopher, making their way in the world after the death of both their parents. It is stylized and designed to pull the rug out from under you, toss you out of your comfort zone, and it’s either insane pretentiousness or exactly what it claims: staggering genius.

Incarceron by Catherine Fisher. A futuristic fantasy novel about a living prison, the society that built itself inside, and those on the outside living a lie. A fascinating world to dive into.

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke. A massive brick of a book but well worth the time for the subtle and detailed world building. It takes place in a slightly different England, where magic was once a fact of life but has long been relegated to a purely theoretical field, until Mr. Norrell teaches himself how to be a practical magician.

Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson. A thrilling adventure story, following the journey of a young boy who ends up caught in the power struggles of 18th c Scotland.

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. I don’t care how old I get or how many books he publishes, Rick Riordan will always make me laugh, and I was raised on Greek and Egyptian mythology, so I always adore seeing Riordan play with sticking the gods in the modern day world.

The Martian by Andy Weir. Even if you’ve seen the film, the book is still well worth a read. Weir’s story about a man stuck on Mars is both dramatic and funny.

The Necessary Death of Lewis Winter by Malcolm Mackay. The choppy style of this book can get on my nerves, but it’s a fantastic and smart crime novel that somehow gets you rooting for a professional hitman.

One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey. A tragic but moving and at times inspiring dive into the oppressive and cruel world of psychiatric care in the 1960s.

Pnin by Vladimir Nabokov. A series of vignettes about an exiled Russian professor told through the eyes of an unreliable narrator.

The Heretic Queen by Michelle Moran. Although she takes great liberties in the realm of historical accuracy, Moran’s Ancient Egypt is nevertheless a compelling and exciting world.

Raising Steam by Terry Pratchett. I could’ve listed any Discworld book on here because I have yet to read one I dislike, but I did particularly enjoy Raising Steam’s dip into steampunk and the Industrial Revolution, and its relationship with the fantasy life of Discworld

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. A story about a Shakespeare troupe in a post-apocalyptic world, so I was basically destined to love this. It follows the story of several different characters before, during, and after a near-extinction level plague, tying together the different narratives.

The Tragedy of Arthur by Arthur Phillips. Written as if it were an autobiography, this is the story of a man whose father, imprisoned as a con man, leaves him what seems to be a lost Shakespeare play when he dies.

Uglies by Scott Westerfeld. I read this as a young teenager and I still love it; it’s a good combination of an adventurous YA sci-fi novel and a reflection on the societal fixation on beauty

The View from the Cheap Seats by Neil Gaiman. A collection of speeches, essays, introductions, and more.

The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss. The sequel to The Name of the Wind, Wise Man’s Fear keeps me just as captivated and invested in its main character as the first one did.

Xenocide by Orson Scott Card. In all honesty it’s been years since I read any of the Ender’s Game books and this was just one of very, very few books I could come up with that had an X in the title, but I remember it being really good sci-fi and social commentary.

The Year of Lear: Shakespeare in 1606 by James Shapiro. An incredible book on the social and political context of Macbeth, Anthony and Cleopatra, and King Lear.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell. An amazing book set on Dejima at the turn of the 19th century, about the clash and exchange of culture between the West (primarily the Dutch) and the Japanese.

#books #reading

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Light’s Golden Jubilee Honors Thomas Edison and Dedicates a Museum

Nighttime Lighting Rehearsal at Henry Ford Museum, Preparing for Light's Golden Jubilee, October 18, 1929. THF96024

Invitation to Light's Golden Jubilee Celebration and Edison Institute Dedication, Dearborn, Michigan, 1929. THF9173

"Light's Golden Jubilee" Reception Badge, 1929. THF294662 On October 21, 1929, Henry Ford hosted an elaborate celebration in Dearborn, Mich., in honor of his friend Thomas A. Edison. Known as Light’s Golden Jubilee, the date marked the 50th anniversary of Edison’s invention of the electric light. Ford also planned his event as a dedication of his own lasting tribute to Thomas Edison and to American innovation, the Edison Institute of Technology (now known as Henry Ford Museum of American Innovation) and Greenfield Village. Here, Henry Ford had moved the Menlo Park, New Jersey, laboratory where the inventor made his discovery so many years before.

The RSVPs for Light's Golden Jubilee began pouring in to Ford Motor Company by early October 1929. Prominent businessmen like John D. Rockefeller, Jr. and J.P. Morgan, scientist Marie Curie, inventor Orville Wright, and humorist Will Rogers were among those who enthusiastically accepted Ford’s invitation to be part of the landmark event.

At 10 am that morning, President Herbert Hoover, Henry Ford and Thomas Edison arrived at Smiths Creek depot at Greenfield Village in a railroad car pulled by an 1858 steam-powered locomotive, reminiscent of Edison’s youth when he sold newspapers on Michigan’s Grand Trunk railroad line. Edison, Ford, and Hoover and their wives were met by invited guests that numbered more than 500. The crowd roared their approval and congratulations as Edison stepped from the train to begin the day’s festivities.

Ford, Hoover and Edison arrive at the Smiths Creek, Michigan depot where a young Edison had been thrown off the train 67 years earlier when he accidentally started a fire in a baggage car. The station was one of several Edison-related buildings that Henry Ford moved to Greenfield Village. THF294682

This painting of the Light’s Golden Jubilee banquet was begun in 1938 at the request of Henry Ford. Completed by artist Irving Bacon seven years later, the 17 x 7-foot painting hangs in the museum. THF119552

Edison and Jehl recreate the successful lighting of the first electric light in the restored Menlo Park Laboratory in Greenfield Village. President Hoover and Henry Ford look on. THF 118508 After the guests had been properly greeted and the throngs of media had gotten their quotes and photographs, Henry Ford gave Hoover a personal tour of the massive Ford Motor Company Rouge industrial complex, five miles away. Eighty-two-year-old Edison retired to Ford’s nearby Fair Lane estate to rest while the hundreds of guests gathered at the Clinton Inn (now known as Eagle Tavern) to enjoy lunch followed by afternoon horse-and-carriage tours of Greenfield Village.

The morning of the celebration brought forth rain. Twenty-eight historic buildings had been assembled in Greenfield Village from around the United States. The muddy grounds made sightseeing around the outdoor museum challenging, but they didn’t dampen enthusiasm. To combat the rain and mud, Ford supplied enclosed horse-drawn carriages to transport guests on tours of Greenfield Village. THF124662 That evening, guests gathered at the museum—the front galleries of which had been hurriedly completed just in time for the celebration. Fine crystal chandeliers, fitted with candles, cast a soft glow about the rooms. NBC Radio broadcaster Graham McNamee set the mood for the evening in a coast-to-coast live broadcast: "Imagine the checkered effect of black and white evening dress, the brilliant splashes of color provided by the uniforms of military attaches and the great stylists of Paris and Fifth Avenue ...I have attended many celebrations, but I cannot recall even attempting to describe one staged in a more perfect setting." After a sumptuous banquet, Edison, Ford, and Hoover went to the reconstructed Menlo Lab in Greenfield Village to re-create the lighting of the first electric lamp. There, Edison and Francis Jehl, his former assistant, both went to work—much like they had half a century earlier, preparing to forever change the world. As they worked, McNamee narrated to a hushed world: "Mr. Edison has two wires in his hand; now he is reaching up to the old lamp; now he is making the connection.… It lights! Light's Golden Jubilee has come to a triumphant climax." As the connection was made in the Menlo Lab, the museum building was bathed in light and the museum’s replica of the Liberty Bell pealed for the first time. Overhead a plane flew by with the word “Edison” and the dates “79” and “29” illuminated under the wings. Car horns sounded, lights flashed on and off, and the world bathed itself in an electric light tribute to Edison. Worldwide publicity of the Light’s Golden Jubilee event encouraged Americans from coast to coast—and people around the world—to participate in the celebration. People huddled around their radios, plunged into near darkness, using only candles or gas lamps for light, waiting for Edison's successful re-creation as a cue to turn on their lights as part of the celebration. Small towns and large cities put on elaborate light displays. After the reenactment, Ford, Hoover, Edison and Jehl returned to the museum to hear accolades from President Hoover, a radio address by Albert Einstein broadcast from Germany, and Edison’s heartfelt remarks. Henry Ford, not wishing to steal the spotlight from his friend, did not speak or allow photographs at the evening ceremony. This event was just the beginning—Ford’s tribute to Edison and to American innovation and inventiveness was a lasting one. The artifacts and buildings Ford gathered for his indoor and outdoor museums, now known collectively as The Henry Ford, have told stories of American innovation, ingenuity, and resourcefulness for 90 years. They will continue to inspire countless generations to come. Terry Hoover is a Former Archivist at The Henry Ford.

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April 25 in Music History

1567 Birth of composer Aurelio Signoretti.

1614 Birth of composer Marc'Antonio Pasqualini.

1666 Birth of composer Johann Heinrich Buttstett.

1690 Birth of German composer Gottlieb Theophil Muffat son of Georg. 1723 Birth of Italian composer Marco Rutini in Florence.

1724 FP of J. S. Bach's Sacred Cantata No. 182 Himmelskönig, sei Willkommen.

1727 Birth of Italian composer Pasquale Anfossi in Taggia, Imperia.

1730 Birth of composer Fedele Fenaroli.

1779 FP of Haydn's "La vera costanza", Esterházy.

1788 Birth of German bass-baritone Heinrich Blume in Berlin.

1818 Birth of composer Marek Konrad Sokolowski.

1837 Birth of composer William Charles Levey.

1841 Birth of Austrian soprano Pauline Lucca in Vienna.

1857 Opening of First Teatro Colon in Buenos Aires with Verdi's "La Traviata.”

1861 Birth of Italian organist, composer, Marco Enrico Bossi.

1865 Title of 'Abbé' confered on composer Franz Liszt by Pope Pius IX.

1868 Birth of American baritone Denis O'Sullivan in San Francisco, CA.

1869 Birth of composer Carl Prohaska.

1875 Birth of French composer Jean Nougues in Bordeaux.

1876 Birth of composer Ruben Marcos Campos.

1896 Birth of bass Fred Bordon.

1897 Birth of composer Haro Levoni Stepanyan.

1878 Birth of composer Theodore Samuel Holland.

1900 Birth of Italian tenor Bruno Landi in Milan.

1901 Birth of composer Ernst Gernot Klussmann.

1903 Birth of composer Carl Gustav Sparre Olsen.

1906 Birth of composer Zoltan Gardonyi.

1906 Death of American composer John Knowles Paine.

1907 Birth of composer Vasily Solovyov-Sedoi.

1909 Birth of composer Jaroslav Doubrava.

1911 Birth of American baritone Kenneth Spencer in Alabama.

1913 FP of Massenet's "Panurge" Théâtre-Lyrique de la Gaîté, in Paris.

1915 Birth of Italian bass Italo Tajo in Pinerolo.

1918 Birth of Swedish soprano Astrid Varnay in Stockholm.

1918 FP of Franz Schreker's opera Die Gezeichneten at the Opernhaus in Frankfurt.

1919 Birth of American soprano Irene Jordan in Birmingham, AL.

1919 Birth of composer Heinz Wunderlich.

1921 Death of Swedish baritone Martin Oscar.

1922 Birth of American composer John Bavicchi.

1922 FP of Donaudy's "La Fiamminga" in Naples. 1924 Birth of composer Erzsebet Szonyi.

1924 Birth of composer Franco Mannino.

1925 Birth of Scottish bass Harold Blackburn in Hamilton, Scotland.

1926 FP of Puccini's opera Turandot at La Scala with Toscanini conducting, in Milan.

1926 Birth of composer Paul Walter Furst.

1927 Birth of composer Ernst Widmer.

1927 Birth of German cellist Siegfried Palm. 1929 Birth of German tenor Hans-Joachim Rotzsch in Leipzig.

1929 FP of Albert Roussel's Psalm 80 for tenor, chorus, and orchestra, in Paris.

1931 FP of S. Prokofiev's String Quartet No. 1 in b, Op. 50. Brosa Quartet at Library of Congress in Washington, DC.

1933 Birth of Czech bass Fritz Hubner in Sachsengrim.

1939 Death of English composer John Herbert Foulds in Calcutta, India.

1943 Birth of baritone Richard Clark.

1947 Birth of American composer Bill Fontana in Cleveland OH.

1949 Birth of American mezzo-soprano Cynthia Clarey in Smithfield, VA.

1951 Death of Polish composer Jerzy Fitelberg in NYC. 1961 Birth of Norwegian cellist Truls Mork. 1963 FP of Paul Hindemith's Organ Concerto, at a jubilee concert for the New York Philharmonic, Hindemith conducting with soloist Anton Heiller in NYC.

1966 Death of Russian soprano and dancer Maria Kuznetsova in Paris.

1974 FP of William Walton's Cantico del sole by BBC Northern Singers, conductor Stephen Wilkinson. University College, Cork, Ireland.

1980 FP of George Rochberg's octet A Grand Fantasia at Alice Tully Hall, by the Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Center in NYC.

1983 Death of Dutch baritone Caspar Broecheler.

1984 Death of French bass Jean Borthayre, in Montmorency.

1999 FP of André Previn's Bassoon Sonata. Nancy Goeres and Previn at the piano in NYC.

2003 FP of Robert X. Rodriguez's Flight, The Story of Wilbur and Orville Wright for female narrator and recorded airplane sounds. Dayton Philharmonic, Gittleman, in Dayton, OH

2004 FP of Bright Sheng´s The Boatman´s Song for children´s treble choir. Young People´s Chorus of New York City/Nuñez at 92nd Street Y, NYC.

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