An old friend returns…

Kevin Garry, author of the Learn to Play Guitar Pack from eMedia, resurfaces in my life.

Way back in the late seventies, Kevin shared a house with several other students at the University of Iowa.  One of them was Linda, my first wife.

Kevin played folk guitar back then, and I played recorders; I both read sheet music (I was in a group with Jane Smiley that met on weekends at the Dean of Students’ house) and jammed.

So we jammed together, and eventually Kevin asked me to join him on a few numbers at various coffee houses and once in the parking lot at Center East, a warmup act for some band which let us use their mikes and speakers.

Glory days!

So a few years back, Vicki and I attended the Mahlerfest in Boulder, and there was Kevin playing the guitar part in I-forget-which-of-the-symphonies.  I emailed the Mahlerfest folks but they never forwarded my message to him.

Then a few weeks ago, to Fort Collins he came, Linda attended, and we got in touch, and spoke by phone this weekend.

He spent a good long time in Boulder getting his Ph.D. in guitar, and is now the head of the music department, if I heard that correctly, at a college down Denver way.

Nice, life’s little treats!

Robert Devereaux

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Rude Pundit…

For more on the sorry state of American politics, be sure to drop in on Rude Pundit.

I don’t visit Rude Pundit often, but when I do I love the eloquence of his outrage at the monsters in charge, their enablers, and the general lack of oppositional outrage from our so-called representatives in Congress.

Robert Devereaux

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An open letter to Jack Nicholson…

Jack, Jack, old friend who knows me not in the least,

Vicki and I delighted in your performance in The Departed this past weekend.  We’re in our fifties and have grown up with you in all your many roles, from the Corman days on.

You’re my Santa Claus.  Always have been.

Allow me to explain.

My third published novel is Santa Steps Out:  A Fairy Tale for Grown-Ups.  My Santa used to be the Greek god of everything excessive and sensual, Pan.  The Tooth Fairy seduces him one Xmas Eve, and now his memories and urges are gradually returning.

Now, I’ve had my share of acting.  And I know you appreciate the vast character arc implied here, from warm, generous, all-giving Santa to hot, grasping, consumed-by-passion Pan.

This story would give you a chance to play in the vast arena of your talent, to go hog wild and restrained, loving to your wife but in great need of sexual variety.  And you would do this tale proud!

With the greatest respect and admiration,

Robert Devereaux

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Shitcanning habeas corpus…

The loss of liberty we sustained when that asshole in the White House signed his torture bill two days ago, with the collusion of lock-step Republican fascists in the Congress and outrageously some Democrats, is such a tragedy that I’m devoting a second posting to it.

Habeas corpus, bedrock to our liberties since our founding, and before that all the way back to the Magna Carta, has been wiped away.

Two postings from Democratic Underground:

(1) Your life does depend on it

Today, things are different. Today, we awoke a nation perhaps forever changed, thanks to a president who considers destroying everything that once made this nation great a good thing. And thanks, also, to the apathy or, worse, the willing consent of millions of Americans. Today, therefore, things are different, because yesterday, in the midst of National Character Counts Week, the president tarnished our national character by signing into law one of the most immoral pieces of legislation in our nation’s history. To the president, the Military Commissions Act represents, in his words, "one of the most important pieces of legislation in the war on terror", exemplifying a nation that "is patient and decent and fair". History, I’m afraid, won’t be as kind a judge. Nor, with your help, will a motivated electorate, whose decision to check a reckless White House this November is the only thing standing between democracy and tyranny. When you cast a ballot this fall, vote as if your life depends on it. Because it does….

(2) America is No Longer Free

Habeas corpus — it’s your most fundamental legal right, your right to go to a court and get an order requiring the government to prove that it is holding you in prison with proper legal authority to do so. Without that right, one necessarily lives in a dictatorship. President Bush today on October 17, 2006 signed a bill repealing that law, meaning that the administration need not comply or show compliance with law any more with regard to who goes to prison or Gitmo….

This affront to all American lovers of freedom must be tossed out by the Supreme Court as soon as possible, and every betrayer of America impeached or voted out!

Robert Devereaux

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A dark day indeed…

Yesterday, our sociopathic fool of a dictator signed the away-with-habeas-corpus, torture-is-just-all-right-with-me bill, smirking as he gave himself more dictatorial power. 

Mourn with me.

Then work hard to oust the Bush-enablers, oust every last damned Republican, oust Joe Lieberman.  And vote as if our lives depended upon it.

Three big if’s here.

If our satanic misleaders do not nuke Iran for votes, if Diebold and the other right-wing voting machine (sans receipt or other paper trail!) companies have not advanced so far as to steal yet another election for the Grand Oil Party, if the masters of gall and outrage don’t trump up some excuse to suspend elections entirely…

…then we have a chance of restoring our beloved nation to sanity, beginning the long repair job on our nation’s reputation, bringing these criminals to justice–first here, then at The Hague–and coming to terms internally with this six-years-and-counting nightmare, making sure that we put in place safeguards to ensure that this never happens again.

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Gregory Maguire…

Finally on order are Gregory Maguire’s Wicked and Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

Soon to follow, I expect, is Son of a Witch.

What cinched it was a visit from our friends Fred and Maryjo.  They’re taking long walks every day and playing the audio edition of Wicked.  Fred says that Maguire’s writing is as vivid as my own.

I’m also aware from reviews that Son of a Witch is, in some measure if obliquely, a book commenting on the current disaster that is the Bush maladministration.  And as you constant readers know, I’ve been seeking a way to fictionalize on this sorry situation without spending too much psychic energy with the faux-moron myself.

Will this be the spark that fires the fabulistic imagination in a sustained and sustaining way?

I’ll keep you guys posted!

Robert Devereaux

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In praise of Richard Strauss…

One of the great joys of my life has been, and remains, my acquaintance with the music of Richard Strauss.

It’s astonishing how he is able to engage all senses through the sense of hearing, how his music tracks the human psyche, how rich is the ground it provides for creative interaction, listener to performers.

Like Wagner, I was slow to warm to his operas.

At quite an early age, I knew many of the orchestral works, Till Eulenspiegel, Death and Transfiguration, Don Juan.

But Elektra, in the great Solti-Nilsson collaboration that is the must-own version (but you must go beyond it and own more if you can), did nothing for my untrained ears the first time I heard it, on an island in Lake George as a teen visiting relatives or acquaintances.

Ah, but later, in my college years, first came Salome, glorious warp indeed.  And then Elektra.

I just listened yesterday to a snippet at work through headphones, and oh my the intricacy of the orchestration.  What a mad, sane genius the young Strauss was.

He makes me glad to be alive!

Robert Devereaux

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Watch out for an attack on Iran…

I don’t usually post twice in one day.

But the motherfucker disgracing our White House and this great nation, the war criminal whose every day in office is a misfortune and a disaster, has sent ships toward Iran, scheduled to arrive around October 21st.

This fleet is capable of bombing Iran.

And this regime will do anything to stay in power.  They’re way down in the polls.  They will trump up a reason, any reason, to launch yet another illegal and immoral war.

Please be aware that we on the left have been on to these monsters from Day One.  We see with a clear eye what they’re doing.

If you are an American voter, DO NOT BE TAKEN IN BY THEM.

We have a chance to step back from the brink of totalitarianism. 

I pray you, do not blow that chance!

Robert Devereaux

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As the rain falleth…

Here in northern Colorado, a cold rain has fallen pretty much steadily for the last twenty-four hours.  It teeters on snow without quite getting there yet, but perhaps tonight, the weather gurus say.

I chanced this morning upon this story about my friend Kelly Link and her continued success in the world of publishing, and of course giving her distinctive twist and vision to storytelling.

Having finished reading the Arthur Miller biography–and wanting American theatre to mount the intriguing later plays, so I can see them in the flesh, for the love of Christ!–that’s a common theme coming into my ken:  Finding the right shape to best express this particular story’s flavor and skew.

Coincidentally, which means synchronistically, I was wondering what impact it might have upon a novel to use dramatic soliloquies.  A scene limpeth along, or raceth rather, and a character, at just the right moment, "turns" and addresses the readers, no one else in the scene noticing a thing and the character as intimate with us as Hamlet or Iago.

Nothing may come of this.

But something might.

Plot ideas come and go.  A biography of Bush glimmers like a tempting bauble, one which begins with this hellspawn’s birth, vividly imagined with all the trappings of demon summoning, Barbara writhing in pain and cursing her mate for his vile prickwork upon her.

But do I really want, as entertaining as it would be, to spend that much time with hateful Bush?  Well, maybe.

Thus do glimmerings come and go, as I look for a place to light.

Robert Devereaux

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Pevear and Volokhonsky…

My favorite novel of all novels is The Brothers Karamazov in the Pevear and Volokhonsky translation.

I tried this novel many times in other translations and failed to crack it.  But these two wonderful translators did the trick, and oh maybe ten years ago I spend a glorious several weeks in this tale.

I hope they’re at work on War and Peace.

This weekend I discovered that Richard Pevear had released his new translation of Dumas’s The Three Musketeers two months ago.

I have a great urge to possess this book, and will most likely order it today.  It brought up all sorts of plots about heroes fighting evil politicians, Robin Hood, Zorro (why oh why, when Zorro was first published in 1919, is it not in public domain?), the Copperhead from the old serials, the Lone Ranger, and so on. 

Why not the Masked Patriots?

Hmmm!

Robert Devereaux

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