Five-Star Reads

undefined Shortly after we are introduced to Maurice Conchis, the magician behind The Magus, he declares the novel dead as an art form. But then author John Fowles then proceeds to show just how lively a book can be. The writing borders on pretension. Fowles uses words that couldn’t be found in my dictionary, but I found the narrative irresistible. I felt in league with narrator Nicholas Urfe — we both knew we were being toyed with and we sought an explanation that wasn’t forthcoming, but the drama Conchis and Fowles created for us were so delicious that we want it to go on forever. And that I suppose is the point.

The power of words: obscenity and the law

Who said writing isn’t dangerous? Writing a short story can be a federal crime. 

Karen Fletcher, a 56-year-old woman from Donora, Pennsylvania, pleaded guilty in the first text-based case of obscenity prosecution in more than 30 years. 

Fletcher ran a members-only website called “Red Rose,” and charged 29 subscribers $10 a month to read stories describing the rape and torture of young children.  

In an affidavit, Fletcher said she had been sexually abused as a child and her writing was cathartic. She said she didn’t know if the stories were based on her experiences or whether they were fictitious.  

“I have always been afraid of monsters. The monsters in my life had always been real; for too long they were always there with unlimited access to me, and I was helpless to do anything about it,” she wrote. “In my stories, I have created new monsters. [They] rise above the horror of the real life monsters. Somehow, making these monsters so much worse makes me feel better, and makes my life seem more bearable. I may still be afraid of the monsters, but at least in the stories, they prey on someone else, not me.” 

 

A federal grand jury indicted Fletcher in 2006. A few days ago, she pleaded guilty a few days ago to six counts of distributing obscenity online. 

I haven’t read her writing, and I don’t intend to. Some of her stories involve 2-year-olds; I have a 2-year-old son. U.S. Attorney Mary Beth Buchanan called it “some of the most disturbing, disgusting and vile material I’ve ever viewed.” I’ll take her word for it.

What interests me is that Fletcher only used words, not pictures. The U.S. Supreme Court has held that text can be obscene, but there has not been a successful obscenity prosecution in the United States in the past 25 years that did not involve drawings or photos.

The Supreme Court has also defined the qualities of an obscene work:

  1. the work appeals to prurient interest in sex;
  2. it portrays sexual acts in a patently offensive way; 
  3. it has no serious literary, artistic, social or political value. 

Before the Court imposed its obscenity standard in the 1960s, works by James Joyce, D.H. Lawrence and others that are now regarded as works of literature were banned as obscene.

While I refuse to read what Fletcher appears to have written, I defend her right to write and share it. Here’s why:

  • The image can’t be blocked out, but no one can force us to read against our will
  • It’s not the government’s job to decide what we should or should not read; it’s our job. 
  • Reading and writing fiction is an act of imagination. Banning fiction is like outlawing imagination.
  • There has long been a religious, puritan strain in this country that has chafed at the notion of a free and unregulated market of ideas, however vile. I think this is what Supreme Court Justice William Douglas was getting at when he wrote in a 1966 ruling that overturned the obscenity ban on Fanny Hill

    Every time an obscenity case is to be argued here, my office is flooded with letters and postal cards urging me to protect the community or the Nation by striking down the publication. The messages are often identical even down to commas and semicolons. The inference is irresistible that they were all copied from a school or church blackboard. Dozens of postal cards often are mailed from the same precinct. The drives are incessant, and the pressures are great. Happily, we do not bow to them. I mention them only to emphasize the lack of popular understanding of our constitutional system. Publications and utterances were made immune from majoritarian control by the First Amendment, applicable to the States by reason of the Fourteenth. No exceptions were made, not even for obscenity. 

      

    April Boring

     

    I live in San Diego City Council District 7 and I just got a mailer from the GOP candidate April Boling. Or as she calls herself, “April Boling, CPA.”

    I like the quote on the back of the mailer so much that I clipped it out and pinned it on my wall:

     “Some people think I’m a little boring, and maybe I am. After all the fiscal and ethical problems at City Hall, maybe a little boring wouldn’t be so bad.”    

    Can you imagine her victory speech? “Did you know that the Aleutian word for thank you is “qagaasakuq.” But enough frivolity. Now, because it is past my bedtime. I must retire.”

    But things are in such a state in San Diego, this approach might work in a race for an open council seat.

    Boling’s opponent is former TV reporter Marti Emerald. I interviewed Emerald, a Democrat, for a column I wrote a while back.

    The mailer from the Boling campaign has this quote about Marti:

     “Where was Marti when City Hall was falling apart? Investigating how to get the best deals at local garage sales or where to get the best cup of joe in San Diego.”    

    That, my friends, is media criticism.     

    American Idolatry

    I admit it. I’ve been watching American Idol this season.  I tried to fight it off. Really, I did. No self-respecting 38-year-old man should be watching American Idol, I told myself. For six seasons, I held out.

    But the show was too relentless, too determined. It pounded away at my consciousness, demanding to be let in. Finally, I gave in.

    American Idol embraced me — and my contempt.  I rooted for a white, dreadlocked reggae fan from Texas when he forgot the lyrics to “Mr. Tambourine Man.” I  counted the number of times Randy Jackson said “Check it out, dog.” I looked for signs of alcoholism in Paula Abdul.

    Of course I cheered when Simon Cowell heaped scorn on the hapless contestants, before a live audience of 27 million. It’s the thinking man’s cumshot. 

    And the product placement! Oh, the product placement! The Ford commercial sung by the Top 5! The Coca-Cola cups in front of the judges!  The wardrobe placements, the background placements, the call to action placements — I salute you all! 

    Some lowly intern at Nielsen Media Research got the job of counting the number of product placements on American Idol. The number of placements in Season 7 is surging, Nielsen says. There have been 3,291 placements so far this year. And we’re only halfway through the year.

    In Season 12, the contestants will be singing commercial jingles right into their cell phones, while the backing band does a pan-flute solo with Coca-Cola bottles! We’ll have a contestant named Apple or Cingular! Oh, the possibilities.

    Yes, I’m pathetic. But it turns out, I’m just as pathetic as the rest of the American Idol viewing audience. My age group, the 35 to 49 year-olds, accounted for nearly 30 percent of the American Idol audience, according to Nielsen Media Research. See for yourself here

    The next biggest age group? The 50 to 64-year-olds.

    I shouldn’t be surprised by this. The clues were there all along. The reason why the songs this season were by Dolly Parton, the Beatles, Neil Diamond, Roberta Flack, and Bob Dylan is because half the audience is over the age of 35. 

    Ah, the Baby Boom generation. What institution haven’t you ruined yet?

    It's Been a While

    Hey, good to see you!

    How’s it going? It’s been a while. Really? Six months? Wow, time flies doesn’t it.

    Me? I’ve been busy. Working on some things. Check back with me. Might have more for you soon.So how are things with you?