Monthly Archives: November 2023

The most famous woman journalist you never heard of: Elsie Robinson

Every so often, a book comes along and, besides being entertaining and educational, reminds us that so much has gone on in the past century – tumultuous events, colossal changes and incredible personalities – that our brains can’t keep track of it.

But you’d think that history would have kept better track of a newspaper reporter and writer whose work entertained and helped millions of readers because, after all, the newspaper industry is all about ensuring that its personalities and advances are well known and continue to be.

That’s not the case with Elsie Robinson, however, the subject of “Listen, World!” a biography by Allison Gilbert and my friend Julia Scheeres, the latter the author of two books I’ve long admired, “Jesus Land,” my fellow Indiana native’s recounting of her years rebelling against evangelical punishment of juveniles, and “A Thousand Lives,” an affecting reconstruction of the end of the cult of Rev. Jim Jones through the eyes of the people that followed him to Guyana.

For “Listen, World!” Scheeres and Gilbert have done the world and the history of journalism a great favor in telling the life of Robinson, who in the late 1880s and well into the mid-1900s, became a writer who was almost unparalleled in her time or any other: Robinson grew from humble beginnings to become one of the most highly paid newspaper writers and columnists of the time. Her platform in the newspapers of William Randolph Hearst (think “Citizen Kane”) brought her work to millions of readers every day.

Robinson was a blazer of trails and opinion maker although, as the authors note, she is largely forgotten now. I think most of us who worked in the newspaper industry know that fame isn’t the reason you get into the business – it wasn’t for Elsie, who had a lifelong unquenchable desire to write – but that someone read by millions every day could be overlooked within a half-century of her death is startling.

“Listen, World!” does an admirable job of remedying that.

It’s a hopeful time to be a Marvel fan

Momentum is a thing. Honestly, I think it’s even more of a thing than franchise fatigue.

Remember back in 2016, before Twitter went to hell and took a little bit of our democracy with it, when the biggest thing online that spring was whether you were Team Iron Man or Team Captain America?

It was a silly twitter hashtag stunt, of course, intended to drum up publicity for “Captain America: Civil War,” which came out that summer, introduced Black Panther and Spider-Man to the Marvel Cinematic Universe and helped build momentum for the final Avengers films in 2018 and 2019.

Momentum, all but wasted over the next couple of years by Covid-delayed MCU movies and Disney+ series that seemed too little, too late.

And I liked a lot of them. I was one of the people who really liked “The Marvels” a couple of weeks ago.

Now Marvel and Disney’s momentum is lost, thanks to assholish behavior by the studios that led to actors’ and writers’ strikes that, ultimately, proved only how greedy the studios and streaming services were.

So where do Marvel movie fans like me go from here?

I’ll certainly be seeing the third “Deadpool” movie when it comes out in July 2024. It’s the only “real” Marvel movie coming out during the year.

But then … 2025 and (barring more schedule shuffling) “Captain America: Brave New World,” featuring the starring debut of Anthony Mackie as Sam Wilson, the new Cap, then “Fantastic Four” and “Thunderbolts” and “Blade.”

I’m so excited to see how “Fantastic Four” shakes out because the FF were my favorites, along with the Avengers, when I was a comic-reading kid.

But I’m probably most hyped to see Mackie continue wearing the shield he won in the “Falcon and the Winter Soldier” series.

There’s a moment in the first “Iron Man” movie when Rhodey (then played by Terrence Howard) looks at Tony’s spare suit and says, “Next time, baby,” and the crowd in the theater with me fairly screamed at the possibility of the larger Marvel universe finding its way on screen – a possibility that seemed to be a real thing when Samuel L. Jackson showed up in the end credits,

I was ready then. I’m ready now. For more Marvel.

Sure ‘Die Hard’ is a Christmas movie, but what’s a Thanksgiving movie?

A few years ago, everybody got into the mock argument that “Die Hard” was a Christmas movie.

At least I think it was a mock argument. Y’all know that “Die Hard” really is a Christmas movie, right?

So I just saw something that made me wonder, what’s the best Thanksgiving movie?

So I found a Harper’s Bazaar article about the 60 greatest Thanksgiving films.

Are there really 60 Thanksgiving movies?

I have to say the list started in a manner that didn’t give me much confidence. in first place was “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving,” which, yeah, of course, Thanksgiving, absolutely, sure, but … it’s 25 minutes long. Is it a movie? No, it’s really a long-ago TV special, and one I’m still fond of.

Looking down the rest of the list, there were a LOT of movies I’ve never heard of. I’m not gonna call them out here, but apparently Thanksgiving movies are not huge hits.

“You’ve Got Mail,” okay, fine, heard of it. “Alice’s Restaurant” is possibly the most inspired choice on the list. “Addams Family Values” stumped me for a minute, but yes, now I see it. “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” is a given.

“North by Northwest?”

I kept hoping there would be some startlingly inappropriate choice, but most were just … fine, okay, I’ll take your word for it.

Probably my favorite choice, that I didn’t remember had anything to do with “Thanksgiving” at all, “Knives Out,” the 2019 crime film classic.

But none of these, with the exception of the “Charlie Brown” short, will get you in the mood for Thanksgiving dinner.

And then only for popcorn, toast and jellybeans.

Slim Whitman and the curse of old daytime TV ads

Here’s one for all you young people out there, because I know the young people like Slim Whitman.

WTF, you might be asking, as the kids say “What the fuck?” nowadays.

Well, I was prompted to write about the classic singer of classic cowboy songs after watching a few minutes of daytime cable TV this morning.

I don’t watch a lot of cable TV. I’m more likely to watch something streaming. And I never really watch much cable during the day. But I was channel surfing this morning, trying without luck to find something to occupy my brain for a few minutes before I submitted a horror novella for consideration, when I observed how awful the basic cable commercials are.

Lots of prescription medicine, over the counter medicine, snakeoil medicine, etc. Some gadgety things that involve shedding more light on your driveway or making it easier to hear the TV. I don’t know about you, but the last thing I ever have any trouble hearing is the commercials in TV.

So I thought back to the misspent days of my misspent youth and the times I watched local TV channels and I swear to god it seemed like nearly every other commercial back was for record albums.

You might know them as vinyl.

Most of the commercials were for record collections: Hits of the 60s or earlier, great country songs, Boxcar Willie, Fats Domino and Slim Whitman.

For those of you who don’t know: Slim Whitman, pictured here, was a country singer who was known for his falsetto and his yodel. His bio says he opened for Elvis Presley at one point. His greatest claim to fame in the last quarter of the 20th century came when his song “Indian Love Call” caused the invading Martians’ brains to explode in the Tim Burton sci-fi spoof “Mars Attacks!” which was itself loosely based on a vintage set of bubblegum cards.

Whitman, who died at age 90 in 2013, was a bigger star in the United Kingdom than in the United States.

So there you go, young people. Aren’t you glad you asked?

The word of the day is inspiration

Inspiration.

I think it’s easy for writers to get hung up on some, well, inspirational idea of inspiration.

I’ve always been a believer that inspiration can be quick and easy, even down and dirty. I take inspiration all the time from what I see out in the world, what I read and hear.

Today on twitter, a fellow writer, Regan MacArthur, talked about how he would change the 1997 crime drama “Cop Land” to add a little more drama for the central character, a New Jersey sheriff played by Sylvester Stallone. You should go read Regan’s tweet and follow him because he’s always just as smart as you would expect him to be from that tweet.

What Regan’s done is take a pretty great story and tweaked it just a little bit and, in my opinion, made it better. In the process, he might have inspired himself or any number of other people to write a thematically similar but different story about hero worship and how that plays into fraught relationships.

I’m trying to use this blog to talk more about writing, so I’ll note that I’ve taken inspiration lately from Larkin Poe, a truly great pair of musician sisters (pictured here) who are excelling in their mix of rock, blues and country,

They inspired me to write a short story that I’ve submitted for possible inclusion in a big 2024 anthology. No matter how good I think my story might be – I like it pretty well – it probably won’t make that anthology because so many truly inspired writers have submitted stories for consideration. I’ll shop it around somewhere else because I like the story and wrote it in a little lightning strike of inspiration.

I’ve got another story rattling around in the back of my head – and in notes – that was inspired by a former neighbor who was such a nutcase that I decided there had to be something hinky about him.

So we’ll see how that inspiration goes.

In the meantime, think about what inspires you. It doesn’t have to be a bolt from Mount Olympus. It can be as little as a good movie, a mediocre story, a billboard, anything.

Just roll with that inspiration.