Jim Nabors.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8zuyjdQ7VI
Mortified is a continuing series from CNCC Classic Comics. On May 3, 2024 on this blog, I quoted the Comic Book Plus website: "CNCC Classic Comics are digitally remastered reprints of Golden Age comics, focusing primarily on the output of Jack Kirby and Mort Meskin during their tenure at Prize Comic Group. The restorations begin by chemically removing the color from an original copy of the comic. The line art is then tightened to remove printing imperfections and other errors. Finally, the at is recolored using a palette of solid tones derived from samples of the original coloring." There's some great work here from Jack Kirby, Mort Meslin, Frank Frazetta, Reed Crandall, and Bob Powell.
The Water of Thought by Fred Saberhagen (first published as one half of an Ace Double, 1965; greatly expanded under the same title in 1981; included in the omnibus The Space Force Chronicles, 2014)
Fred Saberhagen (1930-2007) was a popular and best-selling science fiction author, best known for his Berserker series and novels about killer machines that roamed the universe looking for intelligent life to exterminate. The Water of Thought, published two years before his first Berserker collection, was Saberhagen's second published book and the third and final entry in his Space Force series, which began with his second published story, "Planeteer" (Galaxy Science Fiction, April 1961), and continued with his first novel The Golden People (1964, another Ace Double). The first Berserker story, "Fortress Ship," was published in January 1963 and appears to have influenced a portion of The Water of Thought (and, possibly, also The Golden People, which I have not read).
The protagonist of the Space Force series is Boris Brazil, a planeteer (or planetary explorer) for the all encompassing Space Force. Much of the galaxy has been settled in one fashion or another and explored (although at times rather incompletely), including the planet Kappa, located in a remote, less traveled section of the galaxy. Humanity's presence on Kappa appears to be only a small enclave situation far enough away from the natives to have only occasional contact with the primitive Kappans, who are somewhat humanoid in appearance. The Kappan society is divided among the workers, the warriors, and the priests.
Located somewhere on the planet is the Water of Thought, a strange elixir of almost magical powers. It is actually water from a pool deep in the territory of the hominids, a race of primitive pre-humans unknown to the few Earthmen on the planet. The hominid society is far more primitive than that of the Kappans, and the Kappans have been known to take the hominids as slaves to be worked to death and brutalized. Both the Kappan and hominid societies are far more complex than anyone, even themselves, realize.
From the interior cover blurb:
"Was that the key to a world forgotten?
"One explorer had already disappeared on the primitive planet, Kappa. So the day a second Terrestrial, Jones, ran away after drinking the sacred Kappan water that he had coerced the natives into giving him, the remaining planetologists meant to find out just what was going on.
"Questioning the aliens only deepened the mystery. For they said that what Jones had drunk would enable him to communicate with his animal ancestors. It was their most precious and sacred possession.
"But how could it effect a person never born on Kappa, a person without such 'animal' ancestors? what would really happen if either of them managed to bring this incredible liquid back to Earth?
Given the bloviated and often inaccurate plot descriptions common to Ace Doubles, it's obvious that there is more going on here. The book centers on seven Terrestrials:
"Black Stuff" by Ken Bruen (from Dublin Noir, edited by Ken Bruen, 2006)
The world lost one of its greatest hardboiled and noir fiction writers last year with the passing of Ken Bruen at age74.
No. That's not right. Let me try again,
The world lost one of its great writers -- hands down, period --last year with the passing of Ken Bruen at the age of 74.
There. That's much better.
Bruen has a rather unique background for a crime fiction writer. He had a PhD in Metaphysics and had spent twenty-five years as an English teacher in Africa, Asia, and South America. He had a poet's ear, punk-rock sensibilities, and a love for literature, especially mystery fiction. His first published work was Funerals: Tales of Irish Morbidity (1991). His first four books were not a financial success; they began to get the recognition they deserved after the success of his Tom Brandt series and his Jack Tsylor series, when they were reprinted as A Fifth of Bruen (2006); it was then that people began to realize that the fabulous author of those series had been hiding in the bushes for years before with works equally brilliant.
Bruen set most of his books in his beloved Galway, carefully dissecting the decline of the Catholic church and Ireland's waning economic power, "which has left Ireland as a materialistic and spiritually drained society which still harbors deep social inequality." His characters are flawed human beings, often alcoholic or drug addicted, capable of rage, violence, self-reflection, and compassion. He had an elliptical style, often meandering, yet always honing in the essence of his characters. To read Bruen is unlike reading any other writer. The poetry sings from the page.
"Black Stuff" is a very short tale featuring a black Irisher who uses the name of Phil Lynott, the black co-founder of the hard rock band Thin Lizzy. Phil is bitter, antisocial, and a heavy drinker; he never really realized he was black until he was fourteen, and even then he was not goaded by his classmates because of his race, but because he "was shit at hurling." Phil has two crushed fingers on his right hand given to him because a getaway car he had been driving stalled, angering the crooks who had drafted him. One evening Phil is at a bar when a white man named Charlie Bowman enters and strikes up a conversation, seemingly amazed that Phil is both black and an Irishman. Bowman says that he is an American and actually seems to embody all the negative stereotypes given to Americans.
James Whistler's famous portrait of his mother, Arrangement in Black and Gray, is currently on loan to the city of Dublin and Bowman wants to steal it, and elicits Phil's help. The way Bowman had it figured it would be an easy job, but a soldier appeared out of nowhere and Bowman shot him in the gut. A month later, Phil and Bowman meet up, supposedly to split the profits, and Bowman pulls a gun on Phil. But Bowman had been too cocky all along; his I-am-an-American act was good but not perfect and Phil knew all along not to trust him. And Bowman was also too cocky to realize that Phil had something up his sleeve. Actually, in his damaged hand...
A minor story, perhaps, but one with those lovely Bruen touches. Well worthy of the few minutes it takes to read this tale.
Posted for no special reason except that I like the song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQMH3KgYsTY
Buster Keaton could always put a smile on my face. His timing and comic control truly made him a candidate for the GOAT (Greatest of All Time), as well as the hapless "goat" on this silent two-reeler. Here, through a series of mistaken identities, Keaton is mistaken for a murderer who is pursued by a posse, lead by the father of the woman he loves.
Also starring Virginia Fox, who was the leading lady in many of Keaton's early films, and went on to marry producer Darryl F. Zanuck; she died at age 83 or maybe age 76 or perhaps somewhere in between -- her given birthdates had an eight-year discrepancy. Joe Roberts played the police chief; Roberts had become a friend of Keaton's father and the Keaton family and was asked by Keaton to appear in 16 of Keaton's 19 silent short films of the 1920s. Playing the actual murderer was Malcolm St. Clair, a producer, director, writer and actor who also co-wrote and co-directed The Goat with Keaton; Keaton's influence on St. Clair has been described as "transformative" and his directing work is distinctly divided between pre- and post-Keaton.
Enjoy this comic gem from more than a century ago.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6kE2JfkJ1c