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Friday Follies 3.9

French riot police are threatening a strike over fundamental legal principles: the “right to drink alcohol with our food”, even while on duty. (via)

Judge guts gut feeling defense.

If you open your appellate brief challenging a rape conviction by quoting Mike Tyson spouting an obscenity, you are off on the wrong foot.

Hey, Festus, I got me an idea. Let’s steal the judge’s gavel!

Was Festus the one in court acquitted of trespass for toting a pitchfork into a county administration building to “make a political” statement”?

How not to impress a judge: oppose a motion for continuance that’s based on someone giving birth, especially when one of your arguments is basic math skills should have allowed you to figure out the potential conflict months ago. It leads to the judge to call this an example of being “unprofessional.”

An Ohio man was cited after he engaged in a barking contest with a police dog. His defense? The dog started it. (via)


Appellate counsel’s attempts to sugarcoat these shocking events as just one of [defendant’s] and T.C.’s typical date nights that went “horribly awry” gives pulp fiction a bad name.

Montana v. Belanus, 2010 MT 204

Book Review: Enigmatic Pilot by Kris Saknussemm

Perhaps book reviewers are meant to relegate themselves to commenting on what’s inside a book. Yet there are times the publishing process plays a role in a book. Unfortunately, that process damages Kris Saknussemm’s latest novel, Enigmatic Pilot: A Tall Tale Too True. (Full disclosure: Saknussemm is a “Facebook Friend” of mine but I know nothing of the editorial and marketing decisions for this book. Likewise, he won’t know the theme or content of this review unless and until he reads it.)

I was introduced to Saknussemm’s writing five years ago when I reviewed Zanesville, the first book in a proposed series called The Lodemania Testament. Enigmatic Pilot is the new installment in that series but while Saknussemm’s writing remains strong, the book suffers not only from being an installment in a series but from the fact those unfamiliar with Zanesville may not realize it is part of a series. For some inexplicable reason, nothing in the book and none of the written or online promotional material from Del Rey, Random House’s science fiction and fantasy imprint, tells readers this story of Lloyd Meadhorn Sitturd is about a key character of The Lodemania Testament. As a result, portions of the book that draw out detailed information about Lloyd’s background and influences may strike those who have not read Zanesville as lengthy diversions that slow down the story.

More important, newcomers may have valid complaints that they feel they major, or even minor, plotlines are never completed. For example, the book opens in Dakota Territory in 1869 with a Seventh Calvary lieutenant involved in an almost hallucinatory event. After 15 pages detailing that experience, we never return to the scene or the lieutenant’s story. Instead, the balance of the book follows part of the exodus the Sitturd family from Zanesville, Ohio, to Texas in 1844, when Lloyd is six years old. Then, the conclusion produces a fascinating plot twist but one that newcomers will feel simply leaves them hanging. While readers may not need a detailed road map, to leave them without any of the background that informs the story or that Enigmatic Pilot is part of a series is to leave them feeling as if they have been on several detours to nowhere. Yet the book design and marketing don’t even hint that Zanesville might give readers insight into some of the symbolism and plot threads in this book. In fact, Saknussemm’s bio on the Del Rey website makes no mention of Enigmatic Pilot even though it does say Zanesville is the first in The Lodemania Testament series. Depending on the editorial process, the possibility also exists that Saknussemm bears a share of the blame as the book itself takes a reverse approach, making no reference to it being part of the series or to Zanesville.

There is no doubt, though, this is part of the series. Zanesville opened with Lloyd’s birth in 1838 and described him as “one of the most neglected geniuses in history.” As a child, Lloyd is whisked up into a tornado in Dustdevil, Tex., only to be returned to the exact spot unharmed some 20 minutes later. In July 1913, after a life as an inventor, businessman, recluse and cult leader, Lloyd again disappears in another tornado in Dustdevil, this time never to be heard from again. The bulk of the book then focused on a post-apocalyptic America (making it seemingly more appropriate for the Del Rey imprint than Enigmatic Pilot, which remains in pre-Civil War America).

Although Enigmatic Pilot is replete with tornado and whirlwind symbols, they are foreshadowings only readers of Zanesville will grasp. Here, the focus is not on Lloyd’s future but how he embarked for Texas as a child. We learn that Lloyd was not just a neglected genius when he died but a genius from his earliest years. Saknussemm’s eye for history and historical fiction is as keen as his observations on the human condition and his at times trenchant humor. We follow Lloyd’s adventures/quest as he and his parents struggle through what was then part of the western frontier to reach Texas, where Lloyd’s uncle has invited them to live with him on 300 acres of land he has named Dustdevil. As the family travels from Zanesville to Cincinnati to Louisville to St. Louis and St. Joseph, Lloyd becomes friends with and learns from riverboat gamblers, medicine show charlatans and escaped slaves and encounters primitive androids and perhaps even extraterrestrials. Many of his adventures take on the sense of tall tales in Mark Twain’s Missouri but involving forces not found in Twain tales.

Although only six, Lloyd assumes leadership of the family on the journey as his father, a blacksmith and failed inventor, falls into alcoholism and his mother, a Sea Islands Gullah with a voodooish touch to her, is almost distraught by the seeming disintegration of her family. Saknussemm’s portrayal of her dialect, though, ranges from difficult to nearly unintelligible, creating an occasional small roadblock for readers. Lloyd supports the family and the story is built around his preternatural talents in science and technology. (He also discovers a libido and carnality far beyond his years.)

At the age of five, Lloyd is advising his father on the best way to build a time machine and himself builds a mechanical beaver that convinces Zanesville he has crossed the line. His talent for inventing flying machines leads to his adventures in manned flight in St. Louis in a major storyline. These exceptional abilities also bring him to the attention of and in touch with secret societies that, as in Masonic or Illuminati conspiracy theories, control the course of human history. Here, the battle for control of the world is centered in America between the Spirosians and the Vardogers, both in possession of seemingly occult powers and lost knowledge and technology far beyond that known to the 19th century. Both sects want Lloyd on their side, one openly and the other far more secretively. While Lloyd resists the invitation to access hidden knowledge, serious question exists whether he — or anyone — can ultimately remain neutral in this ultimate struggle for control behind the scenes.

For those familiar with Zanesville, Enigmatic Pilot provides clues, insight and in-depth background for the series arc. Unfortunately, those reading Saknussemm for the first time may well feel he has short-changed them. Enigmatic Pilot is structured such that it can not really stand on its own. Many readers will guess that at least another book will be coming but, again, there is no indication anywhere that this is part of an intended series. While it certainly is not imperative to read Zanesville first, readers unaware of the background of that book or the series as a whole may miss the point of much of the book. Newcomers should at least be told that Enigmatic Pilot is just a step in a novelistic journey in America’s past and potential future. Both they and the book are done a disservice because someone failed to do them that courtesy.


It is sometimes hard to tell the pilgrim from the fugitive.

Kris Saknussemm, Enigmatic Pilot

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Why is the first guy at the light aways the last to see the light change to green?

Bill Hicks

A library story about an old, influential friend

It’s National Library Week so I would feel remiss if I didn’t do more than simply take note of it. The theme this year is “Create Your Own Story @ Your Library” but I’m actually going to go back to an old (and increasingly older) one.

This picture is of a place where a deep and abiding love and respect began. It is the old Carnegie Library in my hometown. Although the picture dates to some 50 years before I was born, the building was still the city library in the years before my age hit double digits. I still consider it one of the most important buildings in my life.

It’s hard to see in the picture, but under the stairs on the left was another set of stairs. They led down to the what was the children’s (pre-teen) section when I was a kid. Because of the main staircase, these steps were dark and cool and probably a bit intimidating when I was very young. I couldn’t tell you how old I was the first time I went down those steps but I do remember my mother accompanying me on several occasions. I also know it was a trip I would make dozens and dozens of times, always with great anticipation, knowing I was about to enter a place unlike any other in my world. I have no doubt I was thrilled when my parents considered me old enough to walk or ride my bike to the library by myself.

Maybe because I had the good fortune to have parents who encouraged reading, I was always excited to go to the library and somewhat awestruck by the concept there was this huge (to my eyes) room filled with books I could read for free. Bolstering it all was the thought there were tons of books in the main section of the library I could explore when I got older. My relation to “my” part of the library was akin to Norm and the Cheers bar. All the children’s librarians knew me and I was a regular. Yes, I was addicted but it was the best addiction a kid — or anyone — could have. I have relatives who say what they remember about me as a kid is that I was always reading a book. Of course, it didn’t hurt that the library was only five blocks from my home and two blocks from the elementary school I attended.

I particularly loved the summer reading programs. It wasn’t enough to say you read a book; the librarian would ask you to give a brief report on it. And, depending on the book, you might even get a couple questions you could answer only if you read it as opposed to skimming it. I devoured books by the armful during the summer — and the location was great on those hot, humid summer afternoons in an era before central air conditioning was common. My routine many summer days was to hit the parks or play a little baseball in the morning and early afternoon and then revel amidst the cool and books of the library at mid-afternoon.

When I was 10, the library moved to a new, larger building. While I loved its long rows of bookshelves, part of me always yearned for — and still does — that feeling of heading down the steps of the Carnegie Library into a space largely illuminated by the lights shining through the door to the children’s section. I can’t claim that mystique alone encouraged and built my love for reading. What I do know is that the library was always a positive influence and were it not for that children’s section at the Carnegie Library I would not be who I am today. There aren’t very many institutions that can play such an important role in a person’s life.


The only true equalisers in the world are books; the only treasure-house open to all comers is a library.

John Langford, The Praise of Books

Poor little Tango returns to top spot

And Tango Makes Three has returned to the top spot in the American Library Association’s top 10 most frequently challenged books of 2010.

The children’s book, published in 2005, has been on the ALA’s s an award-winning children’s book about the true story of two male Emperor Penguins hatching and parenting a baby chick at New York’s Central Park Zoo. The book has appeared on the ALA’s top 10 list since it was published, although it was number two last year (behind Lauren Myracle’s Internet Internet girl series ttyl, ttfn, and l8r g8r). Havingb won several national awards, And Tango Makes Three is based on the true story of two male penguins in New York’s Central Park Zoo who hatched and raised a baby chick.

Here’s the top 10 and the claims made to justify the challenges:

  1. And Tango Makes Three, Peter Parnell and Justin Richardson (homosexuality, religious viewpoint, and unsuited to age group)
  2. The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, Sherman Alexie (offensive language, racism, sex education, sexually explicit, unsuited to age group, and violence)
  3. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley (insensitivity, offensive language, racism, and sexually explicit)
  4. Crank, Ellen Hopkins (drugs, offensive language, and sexually explicit)
  5. The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins (sexually explicit, unsuited to age group, and violence)
  6. Lush, Natasha Friend (drugs, offensive language, sexually explicit, and unsuited to age group)
  7. What My Mother Doesn’t Know, Sonya Sones (sexism, sexually explicit, and unsuited to age group)
  8. Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich (drugs, inaccurate, offensive language, political viewpoint, and religious viewpoint)
  9. Revolutionary Voices, Amy Sonnie (ed.) (homosexuality and sexually explicit)
  10. Twilight, Stephenie Meyer (religious viewpoint and violence)

Perhaps most surprising to me is the Ehrenreich book, which is about trying to survive economically in the “unskilled” labor market.

The ALA received reports of 348 challenges in 2010. although it estimates that for every reported challenge four or five others go unreported. It is unknown whether that includes a challenge to Identical, a novel by Ellen Hopkins in a local high school library. Although the School District kept the book on the shelves, it refused to release details of the challenge.


I suppose that writers should, in a way, feel flattered by the censorship laws. They show a primitive fear and dread at the fearful magic of print.

John Mortimer, Clinging to the Wreckage