Sunday, August 18, 2013

Book Blurb: Three Graphic Novels. House of Java; Feynman; Three Shadows

On the website GoodReads.com I've been briefly logging my thoughts about the books, comics, and graphic novels I've been reading. Here are a few recent entries.

House of Java by Mark Murphy

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Jul 01, 13


A slim collection of short, slice-of-life comics -- not stories so much as little vignettes, mostly centered on a Seattle coffee shop and the people who frequent it. Interspersed within these vignettes are longer stories, some of which work better than others. The first of these long-form stories, "Rest Stop," seems decidedly out of place among the low-key everyday kinds of character-driven narratives that make up the rest of the book. "Rest Stop" feels as though it wanted to be a kind of psychological thriller but lost interest somewhere along the way. The rest of the stories, though, are enjoyable. I also like the loose, sparsely elegant drawing style, which accents the feel of quick sketches grabbed at the local coffee shop.


Feynman by Jim Ottaviani

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Jul 22, 13 


I'm becoming quite a fan of Jim Ottaviani's graphic novels, which focus on notable scientists and scientific achievements. I'd never heard of Richard Feynman, but this book presents him as an intriguingly eccentric sort of genius with a fondness for expressing quantum physics principles using funny little pictures -- making him a natural subject for a graphic novel.

At times the presentation of his physics lectures gets to be rather dense and hard to navigate. At least, I found it so for a few days when I came to it at the end of a long day and was probably more than a little too tired to wrap my head around these ideas. Feynman, at least as presented here, seems to take a kind of impish delight in accentuating the ways that physical laws at the quantum level simply don't conform to any of our usual expectations and common-sense. The funny little pictures ultimately make it easier to follow, I think, but it is more dense in places than the average comic-book. 
Three Shadows by Cyril Pedrosa

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Aug 16, 13


It's difficult to say a lot about this story -- a kind of allegorical fantasy about a family trying to avoid a dark, threatening destiny (represented by the titular three shadows).

It shouldn't be much of a spoiler to say that the book is the author's response to the death of a friend's young son (the cover-flap says as much.) I saw where at least one reviewer questioned what exactly the story is saying about destiny and the necessity/futility of trying to change it. But I think it's a mistake to try and pin this story down to a "message". Instead, it should be taken as a kind of meditation, as the author's attempt to come to grips with unacceptable reality, to explain the unexplainable. The two parents in this book have very different responses, and ultimately neither is any better or worse than the other.

The artwork I found particularly engaging. It seems at times deceptively simple, almost haphazard in its loose sketchy quality, but there is a tight precision behind it all. It carries the story well without being distracting.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Four Doctors, Chapter 10

The foppish, Victorian-garbed Doctor was somewhere in the midst of explaining the current state of the time-war and why it required the intervention of his own future incarnations, when both of the other Doctors suddenly cried out in agony and collapsed to the floor. It took Victorian Doctor a moment or so to notice.

"... of course we want to contain events and keep them from impacting the rest of time and space but we're finding leaks in the safeguards we've setting up so ... what is it? What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing much," Tweedy-Doctor said as he picked himself up off the floor. "Just pieces of ourself being stripped away rather abruptly. You didn't notice?"

"No. Can't say as I did."

"Which means," Pinstriped-Doctor chimed in, "that it's happening somewhere between him and me."

"That might explain why the grumpy one hasn't turned up yet," Tweedy-Doctor said. "I do hope he's all right."

Rory stepped into the middle of the collected Doctors. "Excuse me a moment here, I just want to get a few things straight." He addressed the one he'd known all along as the Doctor. "Are you saying that you three ... you're all the same person, just...?"

"Earlier versions of me, yes. It's a bit complicated to explain just now..."

"And one of these earlier versions has gone missing."

"More or less, yes."


"But if you ..." he looked around to Pinstriped-Doctor, "if you both are later versions of the same person shouldn't you remember what happened to him?"

"You would think so," Tweedy-Doctor said. "But timestream-crossing does some funny things to a person's memory."

"Define 'funny,'" Rory said.

"Worst-case scenario, it could completely wipe a person's complete memory of everything that happened before he crossed his own timestream," Tweedy-Doctor said. "I've ... we've ... done this sort of thing before and we know what we're doing so the effects are more subtle."

Pinstriped-Doctor picked it up: "it's a bit like reading a book you'd forgotten you'd read before. It all starts to feel very familiar and you remember being there before, but details only fill themselves in as you keep going forward."

"Seems awfully inconvenient," Amy said.

"I know, right?" Tweedy-Doctor answered. "And that's the best-case scenario."

"Right," Pinstripes interjected, turning toward Victorian Doctor. "So, where are the others?"

Victorian Doctor looked confused. "The others...?"

Tweedy cut him off, impatiently. "The others. Teeth and Curls, Technicolor Dreamcoat, and the rest."

"The Time-War doesn't involve them."

"I'd say it does," Pinstripes said.

"We're the one who started it," Tweedy said. "We antagonized the Daleks and dragged the Time Lords into it. Or did we antagonize the Time Lords, and drag the Daleks into it?"

"In any case, it's our war ... all of ours, like it or not," Pinstripes said.

"Still," Victorian said resolutely, "I've chosen to keep them out of the thick of it."

"Probably for the best," Pinstripes murmured. "They'd probably just get in the way."

Tweedy just shrugged. "So what exactly are we doing here?"

"I've been explaining that," Victorian said in exasperation. "If you'd been listening..."

"...instead of writhing on the floor as large bits get torn out of our past, yes, we're so sorry."

"There are leaks in the timestream," Victorian Doctor went on, pointedly ignoring the commentary. "We've found a scattering of time-corridors..."

"Yes we've noticed," Tweedy said. "At least I noticed, and I assume that's why he's here."

"And more than a scattering," Pinstripes said.

"A whole network," Pinstripes said. The Victorian Doctor was brought up short by that.

"A whole network? Are you sure?"

"Reaching out to some of the worst wartime atrocities throughout time and space," Pinstripes said.

"And centered right here," Tweedy said. "On Gallifrey."

"Well," Victorian said. "It seems like this is worse than I thought."

"Isn't it always?" Tweedy said.

"That's always been my experience," said Pinstripes.