I’ve got another story up at Every Day Fiction called “The Test”. It’s a flash fiction story, so I can’t say too much about it without spoiling it, but the beginning was inspired by an actual event. I was on the freeway when I saw a fire truck coming up behind me with lights flashing and horn blaring. Like any decent human, I pulled over to let it pass, but I saw some jerk following behind the fire truck, using it to speed past everybody else. Who does that?
I was also inspired by a podcast I listen to called Oh No Ross and Carrie which did a series of episodes about real estate get-rich-quick schemes. I think I named the character Jack because my mom once complained about audio books having characters named Jack in them because inevitably, the phrase “Jack asked” will come up.
This story was originally published a few days ago, but I’m only mentioning it now because I was away on vacation to Bear Lake or, as the tourist industry is calling it now, “The Caribbean of the Rockies“. It was a really nice trip, highly recommended to anybody in the area. Anyway, if you like “The Test”, please leave a positive rating. It’s currently got 4.1 out of 5 stars, so a lot of readers seem to like it so far.
“The time comes when he thinks, ‘I might just as well fall back; there’s no use pushing on. A colored man just can’t make any headway in this awful country.’ Of course, it’s a fallacy. And if a fellow sticks it out he finally gets past it, but not before it has worked considerable confusion in his life.”
Joel Marshall has ambitions to be a great man. He’s a successful caterer, but he wants more. His daughter, Joanna, shares his desire for greatness and she has a talent for both singing and dancing. She’s at a disadvantage due to her skin color, but she thinks that her success could be a way to break down prejudice. Joanna has the double consciousness spoken of by W. E. B. Du Bois, considering herself an American first, and a colored person second.
This is a collection of 17 horror stories that all take place in the same venue, a music club called The Shantyman in San Francisco. The first story, “What Sort of Rube” by Alan M. Clark sets the stage. In the era of horse-drawn carriages, a sailor is shanghaied outside of a music hall, then shipwrecked on an island of cannibals. He curses the music hall, so presumably, all the bad things that happen in the rest of the stories are a result of this old sailor’s curse.
Our narrator wakes to find herself locked in a cell with no autobiographical memory. A woman named Molly Southbourne then enters the cell and tells her story. Any time Molly bleeds, a doppelganger appears. Sometimes the doppelganger is nice at first, but they always turn homicidal after a while, so she’s had to kill a lot of clones of herself throughout her life.
According to the Documentary Hypothesis, the Pentateuch was composed in stages. The first source, written sometime between 850-800 BC, is called J because it refers to God by the name Jehovah/Yahweh. The second source, called E because it uses the name Elohim to refer to God, was combined with J between 850-750 BC. The third source, mostly the book of Deuteronomy, is called D and was written in 621 BC, if you take 2 Kings 22-23 at face value. The final source is the priestly source, or P, and was written in 458 BC if you take Nehemiah 8-10 at face value.
However, one of the problems with the Documentary Hypothesis is that it uses the Bible to date itself, rather than using external evidence like archaeology and other ancient texts. Also, biblical source criticism tends to assume the earliest possible date a text could have been written is when the text actually was written. In this book, Gmirkin applies classical source criticism to the Pentateuch to consider not only the earliest possible date, but also the latest possible date, using not just the Bible itself, but also external references to the Bible.
Solomon Northup was born free in New York. He married and did various jobs to earn money, such as working on a canal, cutting up lumber, rafting, and playing the violin. He eventually earned enough money to buy a farm. His wife became known as a cook. He also worked driving a hack and did work on the railroad. He advised any slaves he spoke to to seek freedom whenever they found the opportunity. He had a ten-year-old and eight-year-old daughter, as well as a five-year-old boy.
One day, two men who claimed to work at a circus offered him a job playing violin. He went with them to Washington D.C. where he witnessed the funeral of President Harrison (the cannon fire which was part of the ceremony broke windows with the noise). He never saw the circus, though. The men offered him a drink which made him sick. He fell unconscious and woke up in chains, his money and free papers gone.
“If you wanted good government, then expertise mattered. You needed public institutions stocked with people whose job it was to pay attention to important stuff so the rest of us citizens didn’t have to. And it was thanks to those experts that Americans could worry less about the quality of the air we breathed or the water we drank, that we had recourse when employers failed to pay us the overtime we were due, that we could count on over-the-counter drugs not killing us, and that driving a car or flying on a commercial airplane was exponentially safer today than it had been just twenty or thirty or fifty years ago. The ‘regulatory state’ conservatives complained so bitterly about had made American life a hell of a lot better.
“That’s not to say that every criticism of federal regulation was bogus. There were times when bureaucratic red tape burdened businesses unnecessarily or delayed innovative products from getting to market. Some regulations really did cost more than they were worth.”
Murderbot is a socially awkward introvert, a genderless cyborg who hacks itself to gain free agency. It’s designed to kill, but it prefers to sit around watching TV instead. Murderbot will stop at nothing to save the humans in its care, though. I found this quite delightful, especially the way most of the humans are nice to Murderbot despite how different it is from them.
Hrotsvitha of Gandersheim, a tenth-century German nun, is the first known female playwright. As you’d expect from a nun, her plays often praise virginity and martyrdom.
I felt the dialogue was rather simple with characters frequently agreeing with each other and repeatedly saying things like, “That’s true.” Since the characters are often either pure good or pure evil, they aren’t very interesting as people. The scenes often feel too short and the plays overall go by quickly without enough time to build up any tension.
So, does Cowboy Bebop still hold up twenty years later? In some ways, it does and in other ways, it doesn’t.
The cool factor for Cowboy Bebop is still high. The music and animation style do a lot to contribute to this, particularly the effortless manner in which Spike fights. Interestingly, the music was produced before the rest of the show, but it fits the action really well.