Thursday, May 4, 2023

How to improve writing (no. 110)

It never fails: or, rather, it always fails. I look at Talking Points Memo and I end up tinkering with one or more sentences from Josh Marshall. I stopped at five:

The fact that one or more of the Supreme Court Justices appear to be venally corrupt in a rather fulsome fashion is a new addition to the story of the early 21st century. But the heart of it remains this: The current corrupt majority wants to wholly remake American law with little attention to precedent or any coherent jurisprudence or theory of interpreting the constitution. They’ve got the power and they’re going to use it. If you don’t like it, too bad. Yet they also want the deference and respect accorded to thoroughly apolitical players guided by restraint and an approach to the work that is more than dressing up their own policy aims with whatever theory serves the needs of the moment.
What I notice:

~ Empty prose additives: “the fact that,” “in a rather fulsome fashion,” “new addition,” “wholly remake,” “deference and respect,” “thoroughly.”

~ Vagueness: “the heart of it remains this,” “apolitical players.” I must have written “Avoid this alone” several thousand times in the margins of students’ essays. I have no idea who the players might be. Persons? Institutions? At any rate, players suggests the opposite of those who are apolitical.

~ An abundance of prepositional phrases: “in a rather fulsome fashion,” “to the story,” “of the early 21st century,” and so on. Chains of prepositional phrases are often a sign of slack writing. (See Richard Lanham’s paramedic method.)

~ Awkwardness: “an approach to the work that is more than dressing up their own policy aims with whatever theory serves the needs of the moment.”

~ Illogic: It makes no sense to speak of corruption of one or more jusitices followed by a claim that a majority of justices are corrupt.

A possible revision:
A corrupt Supreme Court is something new in twenty-first-century America. Yet even as the Court remakes American law with little regard for precedent, jurisprudence, or the Constitution, it insists on being accorded the deference shown to institutions guided by restraint and objectivity.
From 123 words to 44. Is anything missing? Well, yes: an indication of what the institutions guided by restraint and objectivity might be. So perhaps:
A corrupt Supreme Court is something new in twenty-first-century America. Yet even as the Court remakes American law with little regard for precedent, jurisprudence, or the Constitution, it insists on being treated with respect.
From 44 words to 36.

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[This post is no. 110 in a series dedicated to improving stray bits of public prose. “Empty prose additives” is a lovely phrase I’ve borrowed from Claire Cook’s Line by Line: How to Improve Your Own Writing.]

“Sushi”

St. Louis sushi, so-called, is a plot point in this week’s episode of Somebody Somewhere. St. Louis sushi is, of course, not sushi: it’s pickle, cream cheese, and ham. “Kinda good but kinda gross,” says Sam. This food item is more commonly known as Lutheran sushi, Minnesota sushi, or prairie sushi. I suspect that the writers chose “St. Louis” for its s sounds and the rhyme of lou and su.

Here are some thoughts from within the Gateway City itself about the series and the “sushi.” Caution: there are spoilers.

I’ll say it again: Somebody Somewhere deserves a much larger audience. It’s terrific.

Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Mystery actor

[Click for a larger view.]

Leave a name in the comments. I’ll drop a hint if one is needed.

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“Silent and black-and-white”

Steven Millhauser, “The Little Kingdom of J. Franklin Payne,” in Little Kingdoms (1993).

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Tuesday, May 2, 2023

How to improve writing (no. 109)

From a brief biography of a university president, on the president’s page at his university’s website:

He is a proud father of daughter X, son-in-law Y, two granddaughters, and daughter, Z all residing in Michigan.
Michigan, really? I would think that this family must reside in the darker regions of ancient Greek mythmaking.

This president doesn’t deserve any help in fixing this sentence, and he’d probably fire anyone who tried. But it wouldn’t be difficult to improve things. Cut the son-in-law; cut “all residing in Michigan” (the president’s school is in Kansas, and besides, who cares?); name everyone or no one. He has two daughters and two granddaughters. And he’s fired many faculty members.

Thanks to the reader who brought life at Emporia State back to my awareness, but who might not want to be associated with this snarky post.

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[This post is no. 109 in a series dedicated to improving stray bits of public prose.]

AI hallucinations

Hallucinations are in the air. The New York Times has an unsurprising article about what results when chatbots hallucinate. And at Grammarphobia, Patricia T. O’Conner and Stewart Kellerman look at the words hallucinate and hallucination as used in the field of artificial intelligence.

I left a comment on the Times article yesterday:

Why should any of this stuff be surprising? ChatGPT had me winning the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize ($100,000!) and had my wife, a composer and string player, as a world-famous pianist (before it removed us both). It mistakes the celebrated, fictional Lillian Mountweazel for a real person. It makes up lines of poetry, giving “The years upon my back like some great beast” as a line from Yeats’s “The Wild Swans of Coole.” When I asked about Edwin Mullhouse, as in Steven Millhauser’s (great) novel Edwin Mullhouse: The Life and Death of an American Writer 1943–1954, by Jeffrey Cartwright, it gave this account:
Edwin Mullhouse is the main character in the novel “The Breakthrough” by American author Jonathan Safran Foer. Edwin is an 11-year-old boy who dies suddenly and is remembered by his best friend, Jeffrey Eugenides, who recounts Edwin’s life in a fictional memoir.
I’m reminded of the YouTube clip giving an account of the Beatles from the year 3026, with John, Paul, Greg, and Scottie traveling from their native Linverton to perform at Ed Sullivan’s annual Woodstock festival.
I wrote “my wife,” not “Elaine Fine,” fearing that the Times might not okay a comment referencing another person by name. Tonight I discovered that ChatGPT has once again given us fictive accomplishments, awarding me a doctorate from UC Berkeley, “a large following on Twitter,” and authorship of Poetics of the Hive: Insect Metaphor in Literature and Digital Poetics: Hypertext, Visual-Kinetic Text and Writing in Programmable Media. Elaine and I must have met at Berekeley — she’s now described as having taught there. And she has a Guggenheim. These are our lives on artificial intelligence.

I still want my $100,000 back.

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[The details in my Times comment all turn up in OCA ChatGPT posts. You can find the 3026 Beatles history here. It’s brilliant. I have never had a Twitter account. The books are real: the first is by Cristopher Hollingsworth; the second, by Loss Pequeño Glazier.]

Space cases

A quiz from The Chicago Manual of Style: Chicago Style Workout 75: Spaces and Spacing.

I got an 80. Someday I’m gonna get 100 on one of these quizzes.

Monday, May 1, 2023

Eleven movies, one season

[One to four stars. Four sentences each. No spoilers. Sources: Criterion Channel, HBO Max, TCM, YouTube.]

The Wayward Bus (dir. Victor Vicas, 1957). From a 1947 novel by John Steinbeck. Imperfect strangers are changed in the course of a rugged journey by bus from the Salinas Valley to San Juan de la Cruz, Mexico. There’s the risk-taking driver (Rick Jason), his heavy-drinking wife back home at their café (Joan Collins), a dancer/stripper on her way to a job (Jayne Mansfield), a traveling salesman (Dan Dailey), a prim couple in a “sweet and clean” marriage and their fragile daughter (Larry Keating, Kathryn Givney, Dolores Michaels), a boy and girl from the café (Dee Pollock, Betty Lou Keim), and an old fellow (Will Wright) on his way to get married. Hard to say more without giving everything away. ★★★★ (YT)

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Amateur (dir. Hal Hartley, 1994). Isabelle Huppert is an ex-nun in Manhattan, trying to earn a living writing pornographic stories. Elina Löwenshon is a porn star trying to break away from the business. Martin Donovan is a man with amnesia whose story makes all the parts fall into place. Stylish, suspenseful, grimly funny, and reminiscent, in all those ways, of Jean-Jacques Beineix’s Diva. ★★★★ (CC)


[How dated a movie from the recent past can look: pay phones, video stores, indoor smoking, 3.5″ floppy disks, which, as someone points out, are neither floppy nor round.]

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Chess Story (dir. Philipp Stölzl, 2021). An adaptation of Stefan Zweig’s novella with two major changes: the movie drops the frame story, in which a traveler recounts an ocean voyage, and it transforms the story within that story, of a Viennese notary who studies a chess book to keep his mind intact during imprisonment by the Nazis, into a narrative that blurs the line between reality and hallucination. Oliver Masucci, who bears an uncanny resemblance to Zweig, gives a brilliant performance as Dr. Josef Bartok (the novella’s Dr. B.), a man determined not to fall apart. No wonder the opening lines of the Odyssey run through his story. And apt words from Zweig’s address to the 1941 PEN Congress appear on screen at the movie’s end: “Es ist an uns heute, den Glauben an die Unbesiegbarkeit des Geistes trotz allem und allem unerschütterlich aufrechtzuerhalten” [It is for us today to maintain our belief in an unconquerable spirit]. ★★★★ (YT)

[Oliver Masucci as Dr. Josef Bartok.]

[It’s finally available to buy or stream.]

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‌Preparations to Be Together for an Unknown Period of Time (dir. Lili Horvát, 2020). Natasa Stork is Vizy Márta, a Hungarian-born (last name first) neurosurgeon who leaves her practice in New Jersey for a romantic rendezvous in Budapest with a fellow practitioner Drexler János (Viktor Bodó) whom she met at a conference. But János has no idea who she is. Did lonely Márta even meet him, or is this attachment all in her head? Like Chess Story, this movie too blurs the line between reality and hallucination. ★★★★ (CC)

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Superior (dir. Erin Vassilopoulos, 2021). Identical, wildly different twins: Marian (Alessandra Mesa), a singer in a band, and Vivian (Anamari Mesa), a tidy housewife. When Marian drops in for an unannounced extended visit (preparing, she says, for a recording session), the sisters find themselves trading places (as of course identical twins will) and coming up against grave danger. With 1980s decor and fashion, and nods to Kiss Me Deadly and Rear Window. A short prequel with the same title, also streaming, gives more context for the sisters’ early lives on the shores of Lake Superior. ★★★★ (CC)

[Vivian and Marian: two actors doing the one-actor-on-both-sides-of-a-doorway trope.]

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Prosecuting Evil: The Extraordinary World of Ben Ferencz (dir. Barry Avrich, 2019). A documentary about the last surviving Nuremberg prosecutor, who died earlier this month. At the age of twenty-seven, with no previous trial experience, Ferencz took on that work and never stopped working for justice, later helping to bring about the creation of the International Criminal Court in The Hague. Ferencz’s insistence that crimes against humanity must never get a pass — the Nuremberg trials gave us the word genocide — has enormous resonance for our time. My one misgiving about this documentary: the epic-sounding music, which seems out of proportion to such a modest, unassuming man. ★★★★ (YT)

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The Third Secret (dir. Charles Crichton, 1964). A London psychologist appears to have killed himself, but his daughter Catherine Whitset (Pamela Franklin) insists that one of patients killed him, and she pleads with a television commentator, Alex Stedman (Stephen Boyd) (himself a one-time patient), to investigate. Four patients are suspects: an art dealer, a judge, a lonely secretary, and Stedman himself. Muddy black-and-white landscapes, enigmatic passages from Hamlet and Lear chalked on a wall, and a spare score by Richard Arnell help establish an eerie atmosphere. The movie explores all three kinds of secrets. ★★★★ (YT)

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Home Before Dark (dir. Mervyn LeRoy, 1958). I think this movie must be Jean Simmons’s finest performance. Simmons plays Charlotte Bronn, just released after a year’s stay in a state mental hospital and returning to a house (left to her by her father) inhabited by her ambitious, sex-averse philosophy professor husband (Dan O’Herlihy), her domineering stepmother (Mable Albertson), and her buxom stepsister (Rhonda Fleming). Another complication: a new philosophy prof (Efrem Zimbalist Jr.) living as a boarder. With overtones of the Cinderella story and Gaslight, it’s a slow, brooding treatment of a woman going to pieces in a bleak New England winter. ★★★★ (TCM)

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The Guilty (dir. John Reinhardt, 1947). From our household’s ideal year for movies, but this one’s a stinker, even if it’s from a Cornell Woolrich story. It’s a low-budget effort about murder, romantic rivalries, and identical twins (played by Bonita Granville), and it’s absolutely bewildering. For starters: which twin is which? Jack Wrather, the producer (and Granville’s husband) went to much better things with TV’s Lassie. ★ (YT)

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Without Honor (dir. Irving Pichel, 1949). A superior B-movie, playing out in real time, almost all of it spent in a modest San Fernando Valley house — so someone must have been thinking about Aristotelian unities. And someone was likely thinking about Ibsen: witness the line “Things like this don’t happen.” Laraine Day is an adulterous housewife hiding a terrible secret in the laundry room; Bruce Bennett is her dim husband; Dane Clark is her sinister brother-in-law. A strange bonus: we get to see the delivery and unboxing of a tabletop television set. ★★★★ (YT)

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Somebody Somewhere, first season (created by Hannah Bos and Paul Thureen, 2022–2023). Another Sunday night, and I think of this series as the antidote to Succession: funny and humane (and deserving of a much larger audience). Sam (Bridget Everett) returns to Manhattan, Kansas, to care for her dying sister, and ends up staying on. Her mother’s a hapless alcoholic; her father is just hapless; her sister is mired in a marital mess that suggests a Hallmark movie gone bad. Sam’s newfound family of choice in Manhattan is another story: a gay show-choir alum (Jeff Hiller), a trans soil scientist (Murray Hill), a Black veterinarian (Mercedes White), all members of the lively crowd that gathers for “choir practice” — covert nights of cabaret in a dying mall. ★★★★ (HBO)

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Up the Down Staircase (dir. Robert Mulligan, 1967). I am always willing to watch this movie again again. This time I watched the school: the enormous classroom windows, the globe lights, the desks in rows, the teacher’s locked closet, the safety-fence staircases, the ugly auditorium — all reminiscent of my Brooklyn elementary school. And I watched the supporting players: Patrick Bedford (the sardonic Paul Barringer), Roy Poole (the non-nonsense J.J. McHabe), Eileen Heckart (the make-English-a-game Henrietta Pastorfield). And I watched Sylvia Barrett (Sandy Dennis) take her wins where she finds them. ★★★★ (TCM)

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How to delete a Tab Group in Safari

It’s a Mac problem: how to delete a Tab Group in Safari. I’m glad someone figured it out.

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Sunday, April 30, 2023

Winckler’s

[5712 New Utrecht Avenue, Boro Park, Brooklyn, c. 1939–1941. From the NYC Municipal Archives Collections. Click for a much larger view.]

Here’s a candy store, right next to Sam’s/Not Sam’s Italian American Grocery. Just some candy store, you say? Just some luncheonette? Not so. At one time this establishment had its own matchbooks: Winckler & Meyer / Homemade Ice Cream / & Ices / Luncheonette. There’s just such a matchbook for sale.

By the time of this photograph, the business was just Winckler’s, or E. Winckler. Ernest Winckler is listed in the 1940 telephone directory as residing at this address. A 1946 advertisement for a waitress identifies the business as Winckler & Lazareth. The storefront was most recently a Sleeptight Warehouse Outlet Center. As of 2022, 5712 was a vacant retail/office space, with two liens against its owner for construction work.

If you click for the much larger view, you may decide for yourself whether those are boxes of candy in the window to the right.

I owe the discovery of the matchbook and the presence of this post to a close reader. Thanks, Brian.

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