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.
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,
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.
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?
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.
I write a lot, considering dozens of articles I’ve written this year, as well as short stories and books. Somewhere along the line I’ve fallen into the habit of trying to write only when I’ll get paid.
So this blog, which dates to the early 2010s, when i was getting a regular paycheck for writing, has been neglected in recent years.
But with the former twitter disappearing up its own asshole and no other social media really coming on strong, I’m trying to make myself maintain an online presence somewhere besides social media.
So I’m here again, like some kind of drunken traveling salesman, returning home to the family he’s neglected over the years and promising to try to be better about just being here.
One easy way to do this is to write about what I’ve been reading or watching lately. So a quick checklist:
Yes, I’m watching “Yellowstone.” Again. I’m introducing my wife to it but I’m enjoying watching it again, despite how preposterous it gets as the series goes on, with the Dutton family killing man and beast with seeming impunity.
What I’ve always liked best about “Yellowstone,” though, is its servicing of its characters. The show juggles a lot of characters as the series goes on and a lot of writers who are inclined to turn up their noses at the show and its writer/creator would do well to take a few lessons.
If you’re writing a big, complicated story involving a lot of characters, you need to remember to make those characters consistent – not like shows dating back to “Melrose Place,” which would have characters completely change up their character to hook up with someone who had literally just tried to kill them – so that viewers and readers almost – almost – consider they’re watching and reading about real people they might know. Yes, in the case of “Yellowstone,” they’re awful real people but they seem true-to-themselves.
What I’m also watching:
I’m trying to watch some horror/thriller/suspense films during the month leading up to Halloween. Slow going so far, but I’ve enjoyed “Them,” the 1954 thriller about giant ants, and “Dressed to Kill,” the unhinged 1980 sexual thriller. The latter is a lot to take, 43 years after it came out.
I’m also watching “The Crown” for the first time and so far I’ve enjoyed the Clair Foy seasons best. And I’m rewatching “For All Mankind,” which does almost as good a job of world building as “Yellowstone.” The latter does best with its building out of its world by introducing more stories about Yellowstone ranch hands.
I was startled recently to realize how long it had been since I’d been in a proper used bookstore.
I’d been to Half Price Books in recent years, and they’re good and all. And I (briefly) checked out McKay’s here in my new city of Knoxville. And there are a few other used book stores around.
But to recall the sentiment of a U2 classic … I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.
I don’t want to leave any doubt that there are a lot of wonderful bookstores where I could spend a big chunk of the rest of my days. Like Malaprop’s in Asheville, Union Avenue Books in Knoxville and 57th Street Books in Chicago. They’re all great bookstores and you should visit them, along with Tattered Cover in Denver and Powell’s in Portland and other great indie bookstores.
But I grew up haunting the shelves of musty and cluttered used bookstores, like Al Maynard’s Used Book Headquarters and Bright’s Book Exchange, both in my hometown of Muncie, Indiana.
I miss those stores, both of which have been gone for half or more of my lifetime.
Maynard’s bookstore, run by a kindly but cantankerous old guy on the second floor of a downtown building, is the place I revisit in my dreams. Maynard, who closed his store when the building was sold out from under him in 1982, posted a sign at the top of the stairs that you couldn’t help reading as you climbed the stairs. It read something to the effect of, “You just climbed 23 steps on your way up … shoplifters will miss most of those steps on the way down.”
Maynard’s store had the standard overstock of every used bookstore back in the day, including stacks of National Geographic and too many copies of “Gone with the Wind.”
But there were 1950s and 1960s and 1970s paperbacks – the good stuff, the kind you could smell when you walked through the door – by the shelf full and, incredibly, many, many old pulp magazines. A guy I know bought many of those old and crumbling pulps from Maynard when he was holding his going-out-of-business sale. So those old magazines, with classic horror and sci-fi stories wrapped in mind-boggling cover art, live on.
I want to walk through Al Maynard’s store again, four decades after it closed and the building was torn down.
Same with Bright’s Book Exchange. I fanned through one of my old paperbacks the other week and was startled to see the stamp for the store on the inside cover and it brought back a flood of memories of my fellow geeks and I hanging out and talking to Bruce and looking at his endless racks of paperback and comic books.
When I mostly got out of collecting comics, I sold Bruce my copies of the Marvel comics introducing the new (at the time) X-Men. I wonder who has those books now? Because they’re not there anymore: The store has been a paint store or something for decades. An archive search shows the last ads for the store ran in 1988.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking: I’m not just looking for a used bookstore. I’m also looked to feel the same way I did back then, when I could walk into a bookstore and find, for a buck or less, some overlooked or half-forgotten paperback horror or science fiction novel or a collection of stories that were probably originally published in one of those old pulp magazines and reprinted for a new generation to discover in the 1960s or 1970s.
And you’d be right.
No, it is not possible to go back 40 years, to when I had a less complicated life and old, used books were more easily able to divert my attention and a good day meant finding a book with a mostly uncracked spine, no dog-eared pages and yet that smell that comes only after a book has sat on the shelf for a while, waiting for a new reader.
But … maybe the next used bookstore I find will take me back to that time.
The question in my headline above is mostly facetious. There’s a lot of humor in “Cobra Kai” the Netflix series (which debuted on Youtube) and a lot of it – really, most of it – comes from William Zabka’s character of Johnny Lawrence, memorable as the psycho but ultimate sympathetic antagonist of “The Karate Kid,” “Rocky” director John G. Avildsen’s 1984 hit. In the movie, Zabka was pitted against Ralph Macchio as Daniel LaRusso, a newcomer to the San Fernando Valley. LaRusso is the sympathetic protagonist, of course, and turns for help and mentoring to Noriyuki “Pat” Morita, who becomes his sensei in karate and life.
The premise of the antagonism between Johnny and Daniel is how the “Cobra Kai” series begins, with Johnny down on his luck and Daniel riding high as a SoCal car dealer. The first season is told, to a great extent, from Johnny’s point of view as he reopens the Cobra Kai karate dojo and tries to get his life together, particularly when it comes to his relationship with his teenage son, Robby (Tanner Buchanan).
Daniel himself has a challenge, running the car dealership with his wife, Amanda (Courtney Henggeler) and being a good father to their children, Samantha (Mary Mouser) and Anthony (Griffin Santopietro). Johnny, unable to connect with Robby, rescues neighbor Miguel Diaz (Xolo Mariduena) from bullies who were much like Johnny was, Miguel turns to Johnny for not only a father figure but a karate mentor.
The first season plays out much like you would expect, with stuck-in-the-80s Johnny building his dojo and Daniel struggling to deal with his hatred of Johnny. From Johnny’s point of view, Daniel was the bad guy of the original movies, having humiliated him in front of his sensei, John Kreese (Martin Kove).
But after the first season, “Cobra Kai” morphs into something else entirely, which is what prompted me to question internet references to the series as a comedy.
At the very end of the first (of five so far) season, Kreese reappears at Cobra Kai and “Cobra Kai” turns into an over-the-top and addictive melodrama.
Over the course of those five seasons (hopefully a sixth is in the works), “Cobra Kai” becomes a mix of soap opera, karate-fu (as Joe Bob Briggs might say) action (almost non-stop fighting scenes) and character betrayals and reversals. With the threat of Kreese overshadowing the all-important question of who will be the preeminent dojo in the Valley, the engaging young karate enthusiasts who join the opposing dojos fight, switch allegiances and eventually support each other in an even larger battle against villainous Terry Silver (Thomas Ian Griffith from “The Karate Kid Part III.”)
Silver’s return pushes the stakes sky-high and the action even higher. Silver is like something out of a James Bond movie and makes Kreese look reasonable by comparison.
The resurrection of that character is the best example of what “Cobra Kai” does so well: continue storylines from the original movies and bring back actors who were memorable from those movies. Daniel’s trip to Japan with Miyagi in the second movie is recalled here with supporting characters joining the “Cobra Kai” cast, most notably Yuji Okumoto as Chozen Toguchi, who battled Daniel to near-death in the second film but returns here as a wise elder who helps Daniel and Johnny lead their forces against Silver.
The entire series is dotted with scenes flashing back to the first three movies (not yet including the fourth movie, with Hillary Swank, but fingers crossed for next season) that left me gasping that they had not missed an opportunity to revive a character or plot point.
To be clear, “Cobra Kai” is ridiculous. Karate fights break out in school hallways and crowded public places. There are some real-world consequences, including injuries and lasting trauma (notably for Samantha LaRusso, who suffers at the hands of rival Tory Nichols (Peyton List) and struggles to make her way back to beatin’ the hell out of people.
This is a crazy show and hugely entertaining. It makes Marvel storylines look restrained and reality-based.
For an old guy, I like to think I do pretty well with technology. But after the last month of moving and setting up new accounts of various kinds – bank, cable and internet, the list goes on and on – I’m fed up with new account names and new passwords. Does that mean I won’t eventually settle into one of the other social media services? No. But I just don’t have the heart or will to do it now.
Twitter has always been odd as hell. Some of my most rewarding times on social media have been spent there, as well as some of my most frustrating.
But it was vital to me for reinventing myself after I left the newspaper industry full-time in 2019.
I had joined twitter in 2009 so I could tweet about Black Friday, which was still a thing back then. But in my hometown, Twitter has never been a mass media, so tweeting with a few hundred followers in those days was like hollering down a well. Pointless.
So for 10 years I used twitter like a lot of newspaper people: to tweet links to my stories and the stories of colleagues. To little effect, really, because Facebook sends many more readers to newspaper stories than Twitter.
But after slowing building my twitter reach to going on 3,000 followers, I took early retirement in 2019 and found myself wondering, “Now what?” That question applied to my use of twitter too. I didn’t have my own work to actively promote, but I could promote that of my friends and colleagues.
My writing partner and I were finishing up our third true crime book, “The Westside Park Murders,” that spring so that kept me busy. (The book was published by the History Press in 2021 after production delays due to the pandemic.) Then I began work on the first novel I’d written in nearly 20 years, “Seven Angels.” (The book won the 2021 Hugh Holton Award for Best Unpublished Crime Novel from Mystery Writers of America Midwest. It’s still out there, looking for a home.)
How does all this tie in to twitter?
I started using twitter not only as a way of promoting my own work, for sites like CrimeReads and, later, Daily Yonder and Gutter Review, but also making twitter friends with writers on the social media app. I actually have more twitter follows now than I did before I “retired.”
And we built a community. Not just the writers who i consider myself to actually know and who I speak with, but also some of the best and biggest writers, who I can exchange twitter pleasantries with. And not just politically active types but people who I know work to effect change.
Twitter lets a lot of people be themselves. That’s disastrous in some cases but infinitely rewarding in others.
I still think that twitter will survive, even if it goes away briefly. I think someone will rescue it and lift it up and return it to its status as the encouraging and infuriating place that it’s been.
I thought about tweeting this but decided to post it on this blog instead. Because twitter might go away and it is and always has been, like Facebook and Instagram and all the others, somebody else’s real estate.
We’re only renting space on social media, and it’s possible someone will come along and bulldoze that space.
But it’s possible someone will build a community all over again.
Because that’s what all of us have done all along. Build a community.
Some thoughts on “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever,” which I saw last night:
First, after seeing the “The Black Panther Will Return” screen at the end of the end credits – a bit of Marvel promotion that the studio has done many times – I wondered why more online reviews and news pieces hadn’t seized upon that. Marvel, where movies are planned out years in advance, announced something, a sequel or substantial reappearance, and nobody seemed to notice. I guess the return could be in the form of an appearance in the planned Wakanda series for Disney+, but it seems most likely the hero will return in the next couple of phases of big-screen titles, which builds to a pair of Avengers movies three years down the road.
I won’t get into spoilers much here, but wanted to note a couple of things.’
Director Ryan Coogler and Marvel were right to not recast after Chadwick Boseman died. It would have been disrespectful and unnecessary.
The sequel does pretty well with the daunting task of following an excellent film. Nothing could be as cohesive and impactful as the first film. But they did a good job.
The plot and battles are a little all over the map. But the character through-line is really well done. And the emotional toll of what happens to these characters is perfect.
Also perfect is the ending, including the sole end-credits scene.
The Wakandan characters were so fully-thought-out in the original film that there wasn’t much room for improvement here.
The new antagonist, Namor (played by Tenoch Huerta) makes a huge impression. I look forward to the future of this 90-year-old character from the Marvel comics.
Another good addition was Riri Williams, played by Dominique Thorn. Marvel does a good job introducing characters in secondary roles in big movies, ie Spider-Man and Black Panther in “Captain America Civil War.” Riri doesn’t leave that large an impression, but she’s the outside point of view in this movie and supplies a lot of the most amusing moments.
“Wakanda Forever” made a lot of money in its opening weekend, rightly so. The movie had an almost impossibly big void to fill and it mostly accomplished that.
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