Hominids.

Robert Sawyer’s name might be more familiar to those of you who watched the short-lived ABC series Flash Forward, based on his novel of the same name, but his one Hugo Award for Best Novel came four years after that book with Hominids, the first book in a trilogy that posits a parallel universe where Neanderthals won the evolutionary battle over Cro-Magnons and have since become the dominant species on their version of Earth.

The two parallel Earths are joined briefly during a quantum computing experiment gone awry in the Neanderthals’ universe, opening a portal that rather rudely deposits Neanderthal physicist Ponder Boddit in our world, smack in the middle of an underground heavy-water tank at the Sudbury Neutrino Observatory. If that name sounds familiar, it’s because it’s real, located in the Creighton nickel mine a bit north of Lake Huron, and the director of the neutrino-detection experiment just won the 2015 Nobel Prize in Physics earlier this month. Sawyer grounds everything in the Homo sapiens world in reality, using real place and brand names, although some of them (Palm Pilot? Handspring?) already sound comically out of date.

Boddit’s appearance in our world and sudden, unexplained disappearance in his creates two separate storylines: one here, focusing on the mystery of his arrival and the very short-term impact on him from a substantial shock to the system; and one there, where his coworker and sort of life-partner (sexual orientation in Sawyer’s Neanderthal world is fluid) Adikor Huld finds himself accused of murder because he was the only one present when Boddit left the building. The latter story ends up the more interesting one despite what would appear to be a simpler premise, as Sawyer uses it to explore both the Neanderthals’ culture and the individual personalities of several characters, primarily Adikor himself. Boddit’s adventure on our side – which, it is clear from the beginning, can only end properly with the opening of a new portal and his return to “his” earth – feels rushed and somewhat rote, as if Sawyer had a sort of checklist of things he wanted to cover and felt compelled to hit them all.

For example, Sawyer has made the Neanderthals a nontheistic and nonreligious society, primarily to set up a scene where he attacks the Catholicism of the main female character, Mary Vaughn, who develops feelings for him during the few days they spend together; it feels forced, and a bit unlikely that the entire culture of Neanderthals would be without religion even before it had a scientific explanation for the existence of the universe or of consciousness. Mary’s character herself is also problematic – her first appearance on the pages is as a rape victim, which serves no purpose within the novel as a whole except possibly to make her more open to seeing Boddit as a fellow human because he is, in our terms, more of a “gentleman.”

Sawyer’s Neanderthals fall too much into the “noble savage” cliché, as their universe has no war, pollution, poverty, or even crime, with a global population of just over 150 million and all citizens equipped from birth with a Companion, an electronic device implanted in the wrist that measures vital signs and records locations, movements, and actions for later storage. It’s a crime-prevention device, a walking encyclopedia, and a near-complete abrogation of individual privacy in the Neanderthals’ Marxist society. It’s also terribly convenient because it allows Boddit to communicate with the people who find him on our side of the portal within a matter of hours, as the Companion can “learn” English and translate for him. (Granted, without that, the book would be a very frustrating read and probably quite boring.)

The two plots are so thin, in fact, that Hominids feels more like an extended prologue for another story than like a standalone novel. While Sawyer’s explanations of quantum mechanics and the existence of this second, parallel universe are quite clever and mostly grounded in real science, once he gets Boddit here, not a whole lot happens either in terms of action on the pages or exploration of the many ramifications of such a discovery, both scientific and anthropological.

Oh, by the way: Not that anyone should take my predictions seriously, but I’ll say Mets in 5.

Next up: Graham Greene’s first novel, The Man Within.

Arizona eats, October 2015 edition.

My second and final Arizona Fall League post for this year is up for Insiders, covering Dom Smith, Clint Frazier, Jake Reed, Jason Garcia, and more.

The biggest news in Phoenix food has been the arrival of the Noble Bread Company, crafted artisan loaves of classic European breads, so good that every restaurant I tried all week that served bread bought it from Noble. (One such restaurant: the estimable FnB, still outstanding and one of the best bets in town if you want to eat a lot of vegetables and still feel like you had a real meal.) Noble now has a second spot, the Noble Eatery on McDowell, where the menu changes daily and includes two or three sandwiches, a flatbread option, and a salad. I went with their open-faced tuna salad sandwich, made with olive oil rather than mayo and including chickpeas and potatoes, served on a dark, crusty peasant loaf; with three slices and a huge portion of the tuna it was more than a meal for me, closer to two. The bread is just to die for – this ranks among the best breads I’ve ever tasted, with the texture expert bread bakers describe as “creamy” inside a crackling crust.

nocawich reopened in a new location in Tempe on College Avenue, right in the heart of ASU’s campus, this summer, with their justifiably renowned fried chicken sandwich still on the menu, as well as a giant patty melt served on good rye sandwich bread and triple-fried French fries that are out of another world entirely. On this trip I tried their breakfast, getting an oversized egg and chorizo sandwich with arugula, avocado, tomato, mayo (not much), and cheese on a sesame bagel from H&H in New York City. Everything Elliott creates there is amazing, and if I wasn’t behaving myself a little bit this week I would have grabbed one of the incredible pastries available – he has a pastry chef fly in from Portland to make them weekly. Other than nocawich I stuck to morning favorites on this trip: crêpe bar, the Hillside Spot, Matt’s Big Breakfast, Cartel Coffee Lab, and Giant Coffee.

My frequent dining partner-in-crime Nick Piecoro introduced me to a new taco/burger place in Arcadia called the Stand, where the menu is very simple: a burger, three types of tacos, hand-cut fries, and shakes. I tried all three tacos, for research purposes of course, and would recommend the short rib and chicken tacos but not the vegetable taco, which couldn’t hold the fillings in and was decidedly flat in flavor, with a lot in it (mostly quinoa and some sort of winter squash) but nothing that really popped in flavor. It needed something with umami to bring it together.

Speaking of that fifth taste, Umami in Tempe (very close to nocawich, at 7th and Mill) does ramen, and a few other things, but mostly ramen, customizable to order with five choices of broths and about a dozen or so toppings or add-ons, including chicken, roast pork, and pork belly. I went with the pork and chicken bone broth, roast pork, and a soft-cooked egg, all of which came out perfectly – the broth itself was a little salty but full of body and depth of flavor. They could probably stand to use better noodles, though; these tasted like they came right out of the package, even though more hip ramen joints in other towns have gone with fresh ramen noodles instead. The ramen, a small seaweed salad, and an iced tea ran about $13 before tip, and it was plenty of food for one.

La Piazza al Forno isn’t new – it’s been open since around the time I first moved to Arizona in 2010 – but its location in downtown Glendale, next to Cuff (one of my favorite spots on the west side), isn’t that convenient to any of the ballparks, so I hadn’t tried it till this week. Their specialty is Neapolitan-style pizzas, and they have the VPN certification that is supposed to go only to places that correctly follow the standards of Neapolitan pizza … although in my experience the VPN designation means virtually practically nothing. La Piazza’s pizzas are thin and they use top-quality ingredients, including San Marzano tomatoes and the option of using mozzarella di bufala, but the pies’ centers aren’t wet as they should be in Neapolitan pizza, and they put the basil on before baking the pizzas so it comes out very dark and loses its bright, faintly sweet flavor. Still, if you’re looking for pizza on the west side of Phoenix it’s this and Grimaldi’s and nothing else I’d recommend.

My one real disaster meal of the week was at a new modern Italian restaurant in Old Town called Evo, where the focus is on handmade pastas but not on service or even execution. The concepts for the dishes are sound, but neither item I ordered was well-constructed, and one of them came out wrong (spinach, which I can’t eat, instead of the promised escarole, an essential ingredient in the dish). The white-bean hummus with the roasted cauliflower was too thin and coarse, and didn’t add anything to the cauliflower itself, which was beautifully caramelized. The house-made orecchiette in the main course were shaped incorrectly – more like thimbles, so that the individual pieces couldn’t pick up any portions of the sauce or the other items in the dish. Even the fennel sausage in the dish was off, cut into inch-long rectangular blocks rather than broken up into smaller pieces when cooked. My meal also took forever; I don’t think my main course was fired until I reminded my server about it, a half hour after I ordered, despite the fact that the restaurant was almost empty. I would guess that EVO will be gone before I get back in March given the food and the rent at that location.

Still good: FnB, especially their socca with pickled butternut squash and cultured butter, and their salad of persimmons, pecans, pomegranates, and shaved Parmesan with mixed greens; and Welcome Chicken and Donuts, although I think the next time I go there I’ll try the chicken without any sauce at all. I tried a chocolate-glazed donut with pistachios and what I think were rose petal-flavored marshmallows; it was good but the donut tasted a little past its peak. Crêpe Bar in Tempe (Elliott and Rural) appears to be expanding, and they still bring out all kinds of little bites that the kitchen has thrown together. I can also verify that Citizen Public House still makes a mean negroni. The Revival in Tempe has closed; however, former executive chef Kelly Fletcher is now at Phoenix landmark El Chorro as chef de cuisine.

Saturday five, 10/24/15.

I had one Insider post this past week, covering Arizona Fall League prospects, and will have another one up this weekend now that my trip to the Valley is done. I also held my regular Klawchat on Thursday.

I’m taking vacation this upcoming week, so I’ll be off social media for a bit and won’t have any Insider posts after the second AFL dispatch goes up. I may still chat Thursday, however, now that those are mine and a bit more loose and fun.

And now, the links…

The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch.

My first AFL dispatch for Insiders covers Jurickson Profar, Alex Reyes, Ian Clarkin, and more.

The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch is Philip K. Dick at his paranoid, mind-bending best, the kind of fiction he was doing long before it became somewhat mainstream with films like Inception and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind to play with layers of reality and imagination. There’s a mystical component here that also presages the outright religious overtones of his later work (notably V.A.L.I.S.), but with a more questioning and slightly cynical note to it, along with an absolutely bleak view of the near future of our species.

In the novel, PKD gives us an Earth so ravaged by environmental destruction that it is too hot for anyone to go outside unless they’re in one of the resort towns of Antarctica, while overpopulation has led the UN to undertake forcible migration via a draft lottery to various colonies scattered throughout the solar system, all of which involve living in underground “hovels” with only occasional glimpses of the surface. There’s also been interstellar travel to the (fictional) planet Prox, presumably around Proxima Centauri, from which the industrialist Palmer Eldritch has returned after a ten-year voyage, crash-landing on Pluto with a suspicious, unknown bit of cargo with him.

The colonists are all hooked on a drug called Can-D (say it out loud) that allows them to engage in a sort of group hallucination where they can inhabit, almost Being John Malkovich-style, two fictional characters, Perky Pat and her boyfriend Walter, whose environments within the hallucinations are determined by what layouts and miniatures the colonists have purchased. To put it another way, you buy the dolls, the dollhouse, the doll furniture and doll cars and doll whatevers, and then you chew the drug that lets you be the dolls. It’s big business, including the folks who sell the goods that get “minned” to be sold to colonists for their layouts.

Eldritch has brought back a new drug, called Chew-Z, that requires no layouts and is even more potent in the dream-states it provides to the users – but with an apparent cost in lost liberty, although exactly how that works isn’t revealed until later in the novel. But suddenly the users no longer control their hallucinations, and who exactly is controlling them and what the nature of that being is become the critical questions for the protagonists of the novel, none of whom is exactly operating with clean hands.

PKD touches on three of his most frequent and successful themes in The Three Stigmata: perception, paranoia, and mortality. What’s real is never clear in the book; we get layers of unreality, characters emerging from altered states unsure whether they’ve left the alteration or merely entered new ones, and the aforementioned questions of control of their perceptions. That plays into PKD’s paranoid themes, which also appear in the book’s greater structure – Earth in a sort of environmental ruin, the UN exercising a tyrannical hold on the world’s population, a free (or sort-of-free) market that enslaves its workers through their materialistic demands. As for the theme of our mortality, saying too much would spoil the book’s conclusion, but this book presages the exploration of the same theme in Ubik and also hints at the mystical conversion he underwent after what he believed to be a religious experience in the early 1970s.

PKD avoids the taut ending the reader might demand but that the story obviates – you can’t tie all of this up cleanly because the story is, by design, so messy. But it also fits the difficulty of addressing all of the metaphysical questions he asks in this book and in most of his works, about the nature of reality as we perceive it, about how much we cede our privacy and liberty to governing bodies, and of course about life and death and whether there is something beyond the latter. The Three Stigmata asks this sort of uncomfortable, unanswerable questions, just as PKD does in most of his best works.

Next up: Another Hugo winner, Robert Sawyer’s Hominids.

Klawchat 10/22/15.

Klaw: Time to eat all your words, swallow your pride … Klawchat.

Noah: If you were the Phillies, who would you pick first overall in the 2016 draft?
Klaw: I don’t believe there’s a clear 1-1 candidate in this draft yet. I think if the draft were today it’d be Alec Hanson of Oklahoma, but this isn’t a Harper or Strasburg situation, and even Gerrit Cole, who I thought was the clear 1-1 in his class, didn’t emerge as that until March or so of his junior year.

Darren D.: Not to overreact, but would you give Marco Estrada a QO if you were Anthopoulos? Assuming Price and Buehrle are gone, the ’16 rotation right now is Stroman, presumably Dickey, Hutchison and I guess Sanchez?
Klaw: I probably would not, because I think regression for him is almost inevitable, but I wouldn’t say that it was the wrong choice if they did so. Same for Daniel Murphy – not going to be worth the QO, but I can’t tell you it’s a bad move, just not what I would do.

Mark: How good is Willson Contreras defensively?
Klaw: I’ve heard more than just playable or average. So far I’ve only seen him hit here – two doubles and a homer yesterday – and I love what I see at the plate.

Andrew: Do you ever see Ray Black becoming anything more than an interesting arm in the minors? The BB/9 issues are Crick-esque, and he’s a 25 year old in A+ ball, which makes me think he won’t be much in the majors, despite the great velocity
Klaw: He needs a viable second pitch and then I think they really have something. I’m not concerned about his age because I don’t think it matters for relievers and because he has a good reason (missed 2.5 years with injuries).

Mike in Nashville: THE METS KEITH THE METS! What’s the over/under on Mets World Series appearances the next 5 years?
Klaw: Two? I do not believe this is their last one in this run – they’re only getting better.

Chris Plouffe: Does Jacoby Jones have enough at the plate to be considered even a major league utility player?
Klaw: I don’t think so. Great athlete, could still figure it out.

Jay: Keith, can i get your thoughts on Alex Reyes’ first AFL start of the year and his outlook moving ahead?
Klaw: You can’t, because I wasn’t in Arizona yet, but I will see him in about three hours!

Bob: Did your wife also go to Harvard — or some other highly thought of institution?
Klaw: Nope.

JR: The full Kyle Schwarber was on display in the NLCS: great hitting, not so great defense. Is it something the Cubs keep living with and hope the defense improves, or do they look to trade him to an AL team for pitching?
Klaw: I think he ends up an average or fringe-average defender in LF. I doubt they trade him – the front office believes very, very strongly in his makeup.

Kraig: You have talked several times about players you have missed on, one way or another. Have you adjusted your evaluations based on any of thoses misses, for example did you find yourself over or undervaluing certain attributes? Or is it more than baseball is very hard and things just don’t always turn out like you expect?
Klaw: Both, no question. I pay a bit more attention to certain stats, to certain skills (e.g. questions around hand-eye coordination), worry less about body types, etc. You have to adjust, but you’ll also never get everything right in this business and IMO you can’t try to change your approach for every failure either.

Bob: In the past, someone would have grossly overpaid for Daniel Murphy, a decent regular 2B, based on October. Have GMs gotten smart enough that this is no longer the case?
Klaw: I think it’s much less likely now but not impossible, and there are always owners who want to make the big splash by saying “we signed the World Series hero!”

Julio: What level would you expect Eddy Julio Martinez to be at to start next season (assuming not some EXST for extra ABs, obviously)
Klaw: Probably low-A to see what his approach is like, because I don’t think anyone knows how advanced or raw he is in that regard.

SB: Thoughts on Dan Dakich calling you “lil” Keith in your exchange last night? Not sure what your size has to do with anything.
Klaw: That ended the conversation for me. I am short and slight and I don’t think I need to apologize for either.

TC: I’m excited you say the Mets are only getting better, but how do you see them reloading on offense in the offseason assuming Murphy/Cespedes are gone and the only other bat in the lineup headed for his prime is Conforto?
Klaw: Smith is coming reasonably quickly, Herrera should be a real asset on offense, Cecchini may be as well, Rosario is still a potential all-star. They’ll probably need to add one bat this winter to bridge the gap to those kids.

Logan: Was anybody else in on Dickey when the Mets looked to trade him? d’Arnaud I’m okay with, but including Thor really hurts.
Klaw: We have to give the Mets credit – I think every major trade Alderson and company have made has worked out near the top end of the possible outcomes, like a 90% outcome on just about every deal. I’m sure there’s some good fortune there but credit their pro scouts and analysts too.

alex: Trey Mancini– is he a potential regular, or a 4A guy?
Klaw: I think he’s a 4A guy.

Tim B: Regarding Estrada – isn’t he in line for one of the mid-rotation 4-$50 million contracts now? I think the QO is an easy decision in that case.
Klaw: Woof, I wouldn’t give him that. Maybe someone will and if Toronto thinks so then yes, they should absolutely offer it.

Chris, Larchmont: Thoughts on d’Arnaud defensively? He seemed to steal quite a few strikes with his pitch “presentation” skills in Cubs series.
Klaw: I’ve always believed in his defense – pitchers loved throwing to him, his receiving always looked great, and his throwing was always good. My main concerns on him have been the ability to stay healthy and the ability to get on base.

Bob: Speaking of Harvard, do you think that its reputation was an asset to you in job searching? Do you think that the education was actually better there?
Klaw: Reputation yes. Education, probably not.

Brian: Keith, if the Mets decide Matt Harvey is too much of a headache and decide to trade him. Could the Red Sox put together a package that doesnt include Betts or Bogaerts that could get him? Should they? Thanks!
Klaw: If I were Alderson I’d hold firm on one of those two kids, because I don’t think getting someone farther away like Devers makes quite as much sense for a team that is already a legitimate contender, but in the abstract, Devers and a second prospect of note would be reasonable for Harvey if you agree with me that Devers is a monster in waiting.

Jordan: Have you seen Lucas Sims yet in AFL? What’s the outlook for him moving forward? Completely confused as to his career projections after such a weird year/year-and-a-half.
Klaw: Going to miss him unfortunately – he’s pitching today in the other afternoon game, and I’m going to see Reyes instead.

EC: Have you been to Enrique Olivera’s new restaurant, Cosme, in NYC? Went to Pujol earlier this year and it was one of the best meals I’ve ever had.
Klaw: Yes, went there with Harold Dieterle and had the duck carnitas and the blue corn pavolva … both absolutely mind-blowing dishes.

Andy: Which would be the better job, Dodgers or Nationals? You could easily see both of them in the playoffs next season.
Klaw: Depends on what you want to do as manager. If you want more autonomy, Washington. If you want more input from the front office on moves, tactics, lineups, then LA. I’d actually prefer the latter myself – I want to be more armed with info so I can do a better job.

fats: why did every prospect writer basically miss on pillars defense?
Klaw: He wasn’t anywhere near this good in the minors.

Addoeh: Can a player add a clause to their contract that a team cannot give them a QO?
Klaw: Yes. Most free agents from NPB have no-arbitration clauses that gives them unrestricted free agency when their deals expire, even if it’s before six years of service. Some Cuban FAs have done the same. No reason a US-born player couldn’t do the same.

Jon: Keith, in the baseball cards with your “game used” clothing, what was it that was used? Tie? Shirt?
Klaw: Shirt. Didn’t fit and it was kind of loud so I thought it would still ‘pop’ a bit on the card. I wear too much monochromatic stuff and I didn’t think anything plain would look good on the card.

Dan: Do you believe that players can be on a hot streak? When someone like Murphy is on a hot streak like he is, do you attribute that to small sample size (i.e., he’s just getting luck and bunching his hits together) or do you think he’s actually seeing the ball and swinging the bat appreciably better?
Klaw: A player can be on a “hot streak” in the sense that he’s performed appreciably better than his norm or true talent level in a short stretch, but it has no predictive value. It has narrative value though!

Joe: Do you see Arrietta staying this good? I mean he’s 29 years old already and just finally had his first 30 start season.
Klaw: I see no reason to argue that he won’t.

Mike: Can outfielders be taught to run better routes to the ball?
Klaw: Yes, and I think some fielders can learn better reads – I know I’ve seen players improve in that regard – but neither is easy. You can’t just wave your hand and say “he’ll get better.” It takes the right coach(es) and the right player makeup too.

j: Your thoughts on Domingo Acevedo? Know he throws really hard, but from just watching his delivery (front side opens, max effort) is he destined for the bullpen long-term?
Klaw: Haven’t seen yet – he’s out here – but it does sound from what scouts have told me like he’s a power reliever with big upside in that role.

Young: What do you think of Braxton Davidson so far? Seems to have very impressive discipline.
Klaw: Yes and there’s power in there too. Probably 1B only in the long run so the standard is high for his offense but I do like his chances – thought it was a very good pick where they got him last year.

Dave: Do the Dodgers sign one of the top FA starters?
Klaw: I think so – I think they have to do so even if they retain Greinke. What’s their rotation otherwise? Kershaw, Wood, and, uh, I mean, well, McCarthy will be back at some point…

Jordan: No question here, just follow-up: don’t blame you at all for going to see Reyes. Also, thanks for doing this! It’s great to experience a little piece of your job/interaction with fanboys like us.
Klaw: You’re welcome and thanks for the question. I’m bummed that I won’t see Sims, for myself and because I know Atlanta fans wanted me to see him, but rain on Tuesday killed his game (but not the one on the other side of town, so I raced across Phoenix and got eight innings of the alternative) and he ended up pushed back to Thursday.

Rob: Do you think Jameson Taillon can put it back together and recover enough to become a top starting prospect again?
Klaw: Yes, I do. He’s had some rotten luck but nothing that would prevent him from coming back and eventually working as a starter. Look at how much time Matz missed … he’s still a viable mid-rotation starter.

Bob: IS the philly Cornelius Randolph love justified? he doesn’t seem to have one loud tool
Klaw: That boy can hit. I don’t know where he plays but the hit tool is “loud.”

Andy: On your ESPN page, there used to be a wonderful spot where it linked to your preseason prospect lists, your midseason list, and other various useful prospecty things. As far as I can tell that is no longer there. Can you please let the people who re-did (ruined) the site know that there may be times in October where that sort of information would be nice to be able to access quickly?
Klaw: Unfortunately the redesign did not play well with the formatting of lists. I was told a while back that they’d be doing some retrofitting to restore those, but I know everyone is already rather well taxed by ‘current’ work and I would never expect that to be a top priority. The people you don’t know at ESPN work very hard so that people like me can just do what we do and not have to worry about getting stuff formatted and posted and linked.

Sarah: Have you ever seen a pitching staff with as much stuff as this Mets one?
Klaw: Not off the top of my head. People sometimes complain on the twitters when I post a remarkable velocity number for a pitcher, saying velo isn’t everything … well, no, it’s not everything, but it’s still pretty fucking nice to have.

Bob: Most prognosticators believed that KC would suffer enough regression this year to probably miss the playoffs. Now they’re one game away from the WS which qualifies as a successful season. What’s your take on why they were able to exceed expectations.
Klaw: Development of their young bats, especially Hosmer and Moustakas.

Jake: Wanted to thank you for the Samurai review – it’s now one of our favorites. We’ve played 7 Worlds with 3 people but usually it’s just my wife and I. Worth trying out the 2-player version, or should we stick with the usual 2-person fare (Splendor, Dominion, TTR, Lost Cities, The Camel Game)?
Klaw: There’s a two-player standalone game called 7 Wonders: Duels coming soon. I’m working on getting a review copy.

Ed: Can Duffy keep up a similar level of play at 3rd for the Giants?
Klaw: Probably – the power is a bit surprising, but I spoke to the area scout who signed him for SF who talked a bit about why Duffy showed no power as an amateur (injuries and of course the terrible home park at Long Beach were major reasons) so maybe he can be a 10-12 HR guy going forward.

Andy G: Have you ever read A prayer for Owen Meany?
Klaw: I have not – never read any Irving.

Patrick: Do you see Teheran bouncing back to his 2013-14 type seasons? Regardless he’s a horse who goes out there every 5th day. Three seasons in a row averaging 30+ starts/200+ innings.
Klaw: I don’t have a good explanation for what went wrong this year, and I think I’d need that to answer your question fairly.

JG: Have you gotten to see any of the Twins prospects in the AFL?
Klaw: I’ve seen all six teams already, about half the starting pitchers and maybe a little more than half the relievers, so yes – but it will help me if you have a question on a specific player because I don’t have my notes or rosters in front of me as I do this. (I do have a crepe with pork belly and maple bacon in front of me, though.)

Matthew Sciannella: Currently at the hospital while my wife is in labor. Suggestions?
Klaw: Uh … put the phone down?

Robert: Can you understand why the heck Ausmus is returning to the Tigers? While his team didn’t have enough talent, he seemed to make things worse.
Klaw: I can’t. After he left Norris (best wishes to him in his fight against cancer) out there for nearly 60 pitches in that one inning, he should have been fired on the spot. Like, you don’t even get to use our showers. Just pack your knives and go.

Rob: It is my understanding that clauses to prevent a QO are not allowed. This is from page 90 of the CBA on MLB’s website: ” A Club and Player (or their designated representatives) shall not enter into any agreement, understanding or contract, or make
Klaw: Ah, my mistake. That would not proscribe such clauses for NPB/KBO/Cuban free agents, because those are not “qualifying offer” clauses but disallow offers of arbitration. Thank you for the correction.

Jesse: Any new places to eat you have enjoyed Phoenix during your AFL trip?
Klaw: Welcome Chicken (second visit but still great), Noble Eatery, La Piazza al Forno all great. EVO was kind of a disaster.

Dan: So many Mets fans, and reporters, are giving Omar Minaya all the credit for the Mets this year but completely ignore the collapsing teams he was responsible for in 2007 and 2008 and the horrible teams in 2009-2014. Also left the farm system in ruins, which Sandy has done a great job replenishing. Do you know why people are trying to give Omar credit and was he actually a good GM and I’m just missing something? I get he drafted Harvey and deGrom and Matz but he didn’t develop any of those guys.
Klaw: You can give an old GM or regime some credit while acknowledging mistakes too. I think Omar and his people deserve just that – some credit, but not the bulk of it. Sandy didn’t inherit a winner, but there were assets already in the system around which he (and his group) built a winner. I said on Buster’s podcast this morning that this is actually a good baseball story: they weren’t built with money, like you might expect a large-market team to be, but through good scouting and player development.

Sage: What offseason moves do you see the Cubs making?
Klaw: Add a starter, maybe two (one higher-end, one for depth), use some of that infield logjam to acquire pitching help.

Matt: Hi Keith. I’ve gotten some good board game recommendations from you, thanks. I’m wondering if you grew up playing video games, or if board games were always your thing. Take care.
Klaw: I liked boardgames as a kid but there weren’t really many good ones – it was Monopoly, Risk, Scrabble, and other games that I just don’t like now. I played some video games but was never that hardcore about it – I didn’t have a Nintendo or Playstation or anything.

TedT: Since the Red Sox have pipeline of major and minor league centerfielders (Bradley, Betts, Margo, Benintendi), who do you think the Sox should keep and to trade to get some pitching?
Klaw: I’d work to use JBJ in a trade because of those four he has the lowest upside, yet his trade value should be reasonably high because he’s ready right now. There’s significant value in the ability to say to another GM “I’m giving you a capable centerfielder who’ll earn just $1.5 million over the next three years for you.”

John: What do you do if you’re the Rockies? Trade Cargo and Nolan? Just completely blow it up, grab as many power arms as possible and hope a few make it? They are many seasons away from competing no matter what they do.
Klaw: Trade CarGo for sure. Arenado … god, there’d be a riot in Denver, wouldn’t they? But you’re right in that they’re unlikely to be, say, a 95-win team while he’s still there.

Ryan: Do you think Atlanta’s Maricio Cabrera will ever find enough command and control to be a solid reliever in the bigs? He’s been clocked as high as 102 mph.
Klaw: Yes, I do, and BTW I was one of the folks who got the 102 reading yesterday (twice). He gave up two hits in his inning, both on offspeed pitches. He should just throw the fastball, which has some sink on it, until hitters show they can catch up to it.

Andy: Assuming Greinke is the most sought after starter on the market, who’s #2?
Klaw: Price. Or Price is 1 and Greinke is 2. Take your pick – both are bona fide aces.

Ridley Kemp: Do you think Jacob Nottingham can stay behind the plate, and if not, does hit hit enough to play anywhere else? P.S. Thank you for continuing to sow the seeds of love and do these chats on your site. You’re the highlight of most of my work weeks.
Klaw: I do think he can stay behind the plate, never great but certainly playable there.

Rory: Word on the playground is the Marlins waited on their managerial search to see what Mattingly’s fate would be. Given the history of that position, is it fair to assume a likely highly-sought guy like Mattingly would take ANY job other than that one?
Klaw: Two reasons he might take that job. One, I’m not sure a better offer materializes this winter for Donnie, and he may just choose to take the bird in the hand. Two, the Marlins have a reputation within the industry for paying staffers extremely well, and it’s hard to turn down big money even if you know you might not love the working conditions. I couldn’t do it, but I would never tell you you’re wrong to do so.

Andrew: who’s closer to cooperstown for you? Greinke or Price?
Klaw: Trick question: Neither, because Cooperstown actually isn’t close to anything.

Robert: At what point does Price’s sky high postseason ERA over 7 starts enter a GM’s analysis especially when this post season it’s actually been worse?
Klaw: Any GM who considers that is stupid and will get what he deserves, which in this case is not having David Price.

Kyle: What do the Twins do with Sano going into next year? Dh again, move plouffe and plug him at 3b, or (the unlikely) do something with mauer and put him where he belongs at 1b?
Klaw: I say DH him. Mauer’s not going anywhere, and I think Sano would be below average enough at 3b that they’d end up looking for another solution anyway. Their surfeit of centerfielders has to generate some trade conversations this winter, right? Use one of them to get a better starting pitcher, or maybe to acquire a third baseman who provides more defense and settles Sano in at DH.

Leo: Do you get more or less questions through this form of chat as opposed to the old ESPN model?
Klaw: I think fewer in total but of a much higher quality.

Maple Bacon: Can a pitcher ever develop better control, as in can Nick Burdi learn to throw the ball over the plate?
Klaw: Yes, but it involves a number of variables, from learning to repeat a delivery to developing the mental skills required to execute something consistently and to learn to maintain an approach even when, say, you throw that ‘perfect’ pitch and the hitter still makes good contact.

Bob: Am I right in thinking that AFL includes players who have already been on the Major League team, players who are just about ready to get there, and players who are a couple of years away? All there for different reasons? If so, then it must be challenging trying to scout the player while ignoring the competition.
Klaw: Yes, you are correct, so the focus here is more on tools/skills. I usually note the pitch type when writing down what a hitter did, good or bad, so later I remember, “yes, he hit that homer, but it was a hanging slider” or I can see, “hey, I have him swinging and missing on four fastballs up from same-side pitchers.”

Drew: Do you think Matt Williams has any future as a hitting coach?
Klaw: I promise I’m not picking on the guy, but do we have any idea what he actually does well?

Mark: How soon can Wilson Contreras get a look in Chicago? Montero’s second half and playoffs worries me greatly.
Klaw: I think he can be part of the catching solution there next year, not right away but over the course of the whole season.

John: I have a 9 year-old son who loves baseball and wouldn’t hesitate to play it year-round. I’m inclined to work other sports into the mix for the sake of diversity of muscle movements. Any thoughts or advice?
Klaw: The new consensus among sports medicine folks is that mixing up sports and activities is better for kids’ long-term health than early, year-round specialization.

Andy: Is it weird that I saw a tweet about Adam Miller and thought it was the ex-Indians prospect and I was glad he got his stuff back?
Klaw: Nope, I did the same thing earlier this year when I first heard that he was bumping 100 mph.

Aubrey: Do the Astros have both DH and 1B answered for 2016 with White/Reed (or at least give them legitimate chances to fail)? They should be much better than Gattis/Carter, right?
Klaw: I believe so, and that’s an org that isn’t afraid to play the rookie over the veteran. Maybe Reed starts in AAA but both guys should get significant playing time in Houston in 2016, because that will make the club better.

Brian: Local media in Chicago is already speculating that Kris Bryant will be moved to the outfield next year. But if he can handle 3rd, which the limited data we have on him says he probably can, isn’t there where he would provide the most value? It’s easy to shore up an OF spot than a 3rd base spot, right?
Klaw: Buster asked me this on the podcast too – I think he can play third. Good arm, good hands, range might be a bit limited, but he has instincts and is another great kid with a good work ethic. He’ll never be worse than “adequate” there. FWIW, I like his chances to stay there more than Gallo’s.

Shawn: I think Gabe Kapler and Alex Cora would be good managers
Klaw: I agree on both. Kapler got unbelievable raves when he managed a year in Boston’s system, and you all know I’m a fan of Cora’s. Cora may get a job before LA gets a chance to talk to him, though. LA should also interview Dave Martinez, since Andrew has the relationship with him, and, having coached under Maddon, Martinez should be familiar with the front office-heavy model they’d like to employ.

Aubrey: Did Correa show more power as a rookie than you’d anticipated? How long would you say he should stay at SS?
Klaw: If you’d asked me when he was called up, I would have guessed a lower HR total than he put up, but I knew he had power potential. I’d give him 3-4 years at short, although it’s possible they’ll end up with a better defensive option who pushes him to third even though he’d still be average or better at shortstop.

Andy: Would the Cubs push for a vote on the NL adding a DH in this year’s winter meetings? Between Schwarber, Baez, and Vogelbach they would be able to exploit it better than most teams.
Klaw: That’s a CBA matter and MLB doesn’t want it because it’ll raise player costs.

Frank: Which side of the pitching rubber would you suggest for a guy with good sink and run? I think being on the far glove side would create better angles to hit the outside corner against oppo sided hitters and gives you more of the plate to work with against same sided hitters. My buddy thinks you should be on the arm side, because you can get inside on same sided hitters much easier. What say you?
Klaw: No clear answer. I prefer if guys don’t throw across their bodies, primarily for health reasons but also because it’s hard to locate to your glove side like that, but if the pitcher is more comfortable there and can indeed locate to the other side, then let him stand on the arm side. It has to be individualized and you only make a change when one is required. This is why I’ve been after Showalter for moving Gausman to the other side of the rubber – there was NO GOOD REASON to make that change, and the results have been negative.

Bill: Does the fact that the Mets made the WS change your opinion at all about the deadline moves they made? I know you weren’t a fan of the clippard/ces deals at the time…but while process is important results have to count for something too. Thoughts?
Klaw: No, it doesn’t. One, the Mets couldn’t know at the time of the deals that they would make the WS – they could consider it as a possibility, but the odds of such an outcome were quite low on July 31st. Two, they clearly overpaid for Clippard, and I think they overpaid for Cespedes based on his market at that time – and they couldn’t have known that he’d turn into Barry Bonds for a month. However, is that even if they don’t win the World Series, I don’t think anyone there is going to look back and regret the trades even if Fulmer becomes a number two starter – the process wasn’t great, but the outcome was. It renders what I’m saying a bit academic – fans shouldn’t really care about that while they’re celebrating, should they?

Camden: Does whichever pro scout recommended Sam Dyson to target in trade for the Rangers deserve a raise?
Klaw: Yes, but then again, all scouts deserve raises. Those positions don’t pay very well relative to what they ask scouts to do in terms of giving their time to their jobs. Speaking of time, I’m out of it if I want to get to BP up at Scottsdale. Thank you all, as always, for all of your questions and for reading. I’ll write something up on the AFL as soon as I get another chunk of free time, and I’ll try to work in another chat next Thursday. And happy Alex Reyes Day!

Inherent Vice.

I was oh for two with Thomas Pynchon books and figured that was enough to assume I just didn’t like his writing style, but two strong recommendations from friends for his 2009 novel Inherent Vice: A Novel, and seeing it available for $6 at a local B&N, were enough for me to give it a short. As much as I disliked Gravity’s Rainbow and just didn’t get The Crying of Lot 49, I loved Inherent Vice, which is a laugh-out-loud funny detective story and homage to/sendup of noir fiction, replete with the cultural allusions that mark all of Pynchon’s work, but in this case in a package that you can actually read, understand, and enjoy.

Doc Sportello is the detective, a private investigator in LA in the early 1970s, working out of the standard shabby office with the standard fetching secretary out front, but replacing the alcohol usage of Philip Marlowe and Sam Spade with pot – and a lot of it, to the point where reality and hallucination start to blend for Doc and for the reader. The case walks in off the street, a woman who thinks her dead husband may not be dead after all, and as is par for the course in classic detective fiction, the superficial case opens the door to a broader conspiracy that involves crooked cops, organized crime, and a lot more pot. (That last part may not be standard for the genre.) Doc ends up knocked unconscious, accused of a crime he didn’t commit, in trouble with three or four different groups, and making a lot of wisecracks when his head is clear enough to permit it.

Nobody in Doc’s circle of friends and associates is remotely normal except perhaps his sort-of girlfriend Penny, who works in the local DA’s office and isn’t shy about using him as a chip to get something she wants from the feds. Doc’s attorney, Sauncho, is actually a marine lawyer whose comprehension of criminal law is about as clear as the marine layer, and who is obsessed with a ship of unclear provenance, the Golden Fang, that turns out to be significant in Doc’s case. His friend Denis – you pronounce it to rhyme with “penis” – is so THC- and other drug-addled that he provides some of the book’s funniest moments, one involving a waterbed, one involving a lost slice of pizza, and the other involving a television set. There’s a crazy former client, Doc’s ex-girlfriend (who is also tied up in the main case), the “masseuses,” the ridiculously-named feds (Flatweed and Borderline, or F&B like food and beverage?) …

…and the cop-antagonist, “Bigfoot” Bjornsen, who simultaneously bows to and blows up the stereotypical cop from all hard-boiled detective fiction, the thickheaded guy who gets in the way, hates the PI, always tries to arrest the PI for something, and ends up getting the collar thanks to the PI’s hard work. Bigfoot is big and thickheaded and doesn’t particularly care for Doc, but he’s far from the dumb or useless cop we typically get in the genre – he’s a character of some complexity, more so than any other character but Doc.

While the crimes at the center of the book are involved and take some time for Doc to sort out, to the extent that he does actually sort much of it out, Pynchon chose not to employ the labyrinthine prose and highly allusive style that made Gravity’s Rainbow, for me, an unreadable mess. You may not entirely follow Doc’s thinking or his actions, but that’s only when he can’t, because he’s stoned. That much mind-alteration can make users paranoid, and Doc is paranoid … but they’re really after him, too, and his paranoia tends to serve him pretty well. Pynchon does nothing to clearly distinguish the hallucinatory sequences from reality, but it’s also not that hard to tell when the haze has set in, and Doc gets some time on the page to sort these out himself in case you’re still confused.

Inherent Vice speaks to me because I love the genre that Pynchon is both satirizing and honoring; Doc is hard-boiled to an extent, except that he’s walking around in huarache sandals and, for reasons I can’t begin to explain, gives his hair a sort of perm at the start of the book that takes much of any hard edge off the character. But more than anything else, Pynchon has finally taken the humor that his adherents have long found in his books and put it in a format that the rest of us can appreciate. The book is flat-out funny in multiple ways – situational humor, clever banter, the absurdity of most of what Denis does, and even comedy around sex that comes off as, if not exactly highbrow, less lowbrow than most attempts at sexual humor too. Stoner humor doesn’t always hit the mark because much of it just makes the stoner out to be stupid, but stupid alone isn’t funny. It has to be a certain kind of stupid – in the stoner’s case an absurd twist on it, much in the way that Andy on Parks & Recreation was funny because his lack of intelligence manifested itself in these wildly illogical paths in his mind. Marijuana use isn’t funny, kids; it’s hilarious.

Making the book so readable means that the things Pynchon has always done well, like cultural references, are suddenly accessible to the rest of us. Pynchon loves to make up names – silly character names (Japonica Fenway, Puck Beaverton, Trillium Fortnight, the loan shark Adrian Prussia who happens to have the initials that stand for Accounts Payable), but also band names (Spotted Dick), radio stations, songs, movies (Godzilligan’s Island), and so on, and they get sillier as the novel goes on. Many names refer to plants (trillium, flatweed, japonica, charlock, smilax), although if there’s a broader significance to that than that marijuana is also a plant, I missed it. Doc is obsessed with the actor John Garfield, who played hard-boiled characters and refused to name names when called before the House Committee on Un-American Activities, which also comes up when Dalton Trumbo’s name is broached; the whole post-McCarthy era looms large as then-President Nixon was trying again to crack down on “subversive” elements, which is a small part of the novel’s main plot line. We even get Doc’s parents, which you never get in a detective novel, worrying about their son’s career and bachelorhood and providing one last bit of comic relief before the novel closes.

I’ve since seen some contemporary reviews of the book that were disappointed that it wasn’t vintage Pynchon, and one that cited a lack of suspense (that reviewer had to be unfamiliar with the tropes of hard-boiled detective fiction), but I haven’t read a novel in some time that hit on this many cylinders for me. It’s phenomenally funny, very smart, and yet at its core is a very well-crafted detective story. Maybe I will have to try some more Pynchon after all.

Next up: Philip K. Dick’s The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch.

House Made of Dawn.

N. Scott Momaday’s House Made of Dawn won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1969, making him (I believe) the first Native American author to win the award. Momaday, a Kiowa member who was already at that time on the faculty at UC Santa Barbara, is now credited by critics and other Native American authors with spawning a renaissance in literature by Native Americans, even though reviews at the time were somewhat mixed because of the inherently foggy nature of most of the narrative in the book. I’m inclined toward the latter, but with the recognition that there is something in the experiences described in House Made of Dawn that are so utterly foreign to me as a white American of entirely European descent that the fog will not apply equally to all readers.

The subject of Momaday’s first novel is named Abel, a young Native American adult who grew up on the reservation but was drafted and served in Vietnam, only to run into the common difficulties experienced by soldiers returning from that conflict. He returns to the reservation in New Mexico, yet, scarred by the conflict and returning with a drinking problem, he’s unable to resume his previous life and ends up stabbing a man he claims is a witch to death. After serving a term in prison, he’s paroled to Los Angeles, where he finds himself unable to assimilate into society, drinking to excess, losing any job he gets, sabotaging his only relationships, and eventually returning to the reservation after nearly dying from his own inability to manage his rage.

Part of the difficulty contemporary reviews had with House Made of Dawn was the hazy way Momaday narrates three of the novel’s four main sections, telling mundane stories of Abel’s life in the manner of myths passed down via oral traditions, speaking in metaphors or losing himself (and the reader) in lengthy descriptions of natural elements of the scenes. I found it hard to follow the narratives in the first two sections, and I can’t tell you whether it was the ambiguous writing of the active elements or the fact that I got so bored with the Dickensian details of the environment. This style of writing may draw on a literary history with which I’m unfamiliar, but I found it worse than distracting and actually offputting.

I have no Native American blood and close to zero knowledge of the cultures of the various tribes that exist or have existed within the borders of the current United States, so I was at an insurmountable cultural disadvantage in trying to read and understand House Made of Dawn. That said, I’m a white guy who enjoys much African-American literature that engages in similar techniques of metaphorical writing and magical realism, works that draw on experiences I haven’t had and probably can never fully grasp. Those authors, the Toni Morrisons and the Alice Walkers and the Zora Neale Thurstons and so on, manage to translate those experiences in ways that readers without them can appreciate, even if we can’t connect with them on the same fundamental level. That to me is Momaday’s failure here: I could barely tell what Abel was doing, and I never had the chance to relate to the emotional side of his character. We know he came back from the war a damaged person, but never get the details of why; suddenly he’s knifed a guy for no apparent reason other than that he was drunk. I know there’s more to it than that, but it wasn’t on the pages and that prevented me from getting anything close to what the Pulitzer committee must have seen in the book.

Next review: Thomas Pynchon’s Inherent Vice.

Lord of Light.

I’m en route to Arizona to cover the Fall League this week, so I’ll be at games Monday to Friday and hope to see many of you out there. That also means I won’t be commenting as much on the LCS till I get back home.

I have a vague recollection of someone telling me while we were both in college that he loved Roger Zelazny’s Lord of Light, winner of the 1969? Hugo Award for Best Novel, because it was so funny. Perhaps the memory is off, because the book is intensely clever and sardonic but only rarely funny. It’s also a bit inscrutable and, while very intelligent, it didn’t seem to have a clear point to me – if its intent was metaphorical, which I can only assume it was, I had a hard time relating its players to forces in the modern world.

The book is set in the distant future in a world other than Earth that has been populated – or, really, invaded – by humans, the first of whom are now known as the First and who have used advanced technologies to achieve a sort of immortality, where they can transplant their personae, including their memories, knowledge, and even some special abilities that I have to think inspired Gary Gygax at some point, into new bodies when their old ones are injured or wear out. These humans have taken on the identities of Hindu gods, and have used their powers to subdue the native species of the planet and deny the humans and other denizens, the rights to any advanced technologies, even the printing press, that might lead to a popular revolt against their powers.

Into this comes the Lord of Light, the reincarnation (so to speak) of the one we know as the Buddha, Siddhartha Gautama, Mahasamatman, or, as he prefers to be called, “Sam.” Having been divested of his mortal coil by the gods in a previous era, Sam returns to the physical realm, brought back by Yama, the “deathgod,” to challenge the status quo and perhaps return power to the people. (Deathgod is the name of my new black-metal project with members of Puig Destroyer.) This leads to a series of intrigues and bloody battles, not to mention numerous body switches, as Sam’s return leads to the revival of Buddhism, albeit with a lot of killing that the real-life Buddha would not have liked one bit.

Some of the repartee between Sam and his various Hindu-pantheon antagonists is indeed humorous, but I sensed more satire or even farce in that and in the cartoonish violence of the numerous clashes between Sam and whoever’s fighting on his side in that particular melée and the main “gods” on the other side who will stop at nothing to maintain their grip on power. Was Zelazny, a lapsed Catholic, mocking the religion-fueled wars that define so much of human history? Or merely taking aim at tyranny and the increasingly brutal steps any dictatorship must take to maintain its hold on power, especially once technologies take hold in the populace and allow for the faster spread of information? (Witness how closed North Korea must remain to keep its people in the most abject state-mandated poverty.) Is he calling into question the historicity of key religious figures, like Gautama or Jesus? Or is there nothing more to this than a giant free-for-all that features power-hungry people playing with weapons that no single person should possess?

I think I got more from Lord of Light as an obvious influence on the work of Neil Gaiman, who’s quoted on the cover of the book, than as a story in its own right. It’s impossible to read this work and not immediately think of what Gaiman did in American Gods, and did far more successfully, not just stealing names but repurposing myths and then writing his own legends, an exponential improvement on Zelazny’s work but one that may have needed Zelazny to come first and open the door.

Evaluated on its own, however, Lord of Light seemed rather soulless, no pun intended. (Okay, pun intended.) Although the reader is obviously supposed to side with Sam, he comes across as a disinterested revolutionary, one driven neither by self-interest nor selflessness, only pushed by the desire to topple the gods themselves. None of the characters earns much development or depth, which is disappointing in cases like Tak, the ape with an apparently human brain and personality, who deserves a back story here as much as any more central character. The gods want power because they want power. They desire their immortality (as opposed to the “real death”) because, hey, immortality – but allowing the proletariat to reincarnate themselves via mind transfer won’t end that practice. Without fleshing out his characters, Zelazny presented us with a work of great ingenuity that ultimately isn’t much less cold than hard science fiction works like Rendezvous with Rama that focus so much on the technical details that the authors forget the need to craft characters with whom the reader can identify or at least to whom they can relate.

Next up: My posts are a bit behind my reading but I’m currently about ¾ of the way through Thomas Pynchon’s Inherent Vice, which I already like more than I liked either of the other two Pynchon novels I read, including the impenetrable Gravity’s Rainbow.

Saturday five, 10/17/15.

No new Insider content this week as I was writing up free agent capsules for the annual top 50 ranking, which will appear after the World Series at some point. I did review the Game of Thrones card game, which is surprisingly good (I hated the first GoT book), for Paste, and held a Klawchat on Thursday.

  • President Obama interviewed one of my favorite American novelists, Marilynne Robinson. She’s best known for the trio of novels, beginning with the Pulitzer winner Gilead, revolving around a family in Iowa, but her 1980 debut novel Housekeeping is the one on my top 100.
  • “Reporters don’t just find facts; they look for narratives.” Isn’t this a big problem? And, hey, what do we really know about the death of Osama bin Laden? Mark Bowden, one of the writers whose recounting of that story is questioned in the Times piece, responded in Vanity Fair.
  • ON a related note, the BBC’s Assignment radio program looks at the U.S.’s use of torture to fight terror, with some horrifying details of what we did in the name of security (with dubious benefits). The host, Hilary Andersson, undergoes some of those techniques, while an American operative is (voluntarily) waterboarded during the program as well.
  • The Guardian ran a very open, honest essay on how quickly others expect us to stop grieving, in this case after the writer lost her mother to cancer.
  • Van Pierszalowski, lead singer/founder of WATERS and a diehard Dodgers fan, spoke to MLB about their season and the direction under the new front office, although this was before they lost game 5 to the Mets.
  • J. Kenji Lopez-Alt makes the list again this week with his ten commandments of eggs. I’m glad to see someone agree that salting eggs before you scramble them is the right move. I always did so for better flavor distribution but it turns out there’s good science behind it too.
  • Vanity Fair ran a piece on the “ermahgerd” girl, an unusually neutral, non-hysterical piece on how a woman became part of a very popular meme without her consent and what effect it had on her life (spoiler: it’s not actually that bad).
  • A short celebration of the short fiction of John Cheever, whose collected short stories won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1979. I haven’t read that yet, but it’s on my short-term to-do list; I did read and loved Falconer, but was a little less wowed by The Wapshot Chronicle.
  • The Guardian also ran a great piece explaining this year’s Nobel Prize in Physics, awarded to several scientists who discovered that neutrinos emitted from the sun could change “flavors” en route toward (and through) earth, which answered the question of where all those solar neutrinos had gone. (They were there, but not in the flavors we’d been looking for.) The footnotes are rather spectacular, too. I read and reviewed a book last March called The Neutrino Hunters that described the experiment that earned these scientists the Novel.

Day of the Oprichnik.

I held my weekly Klawchat earlier this afternoon.

I stumbled on Vladimir Sorokin’s 2006 satirical novel Day of the Oprichnik (on sale for $7.50 in hardcover right now) while wandering through Tempe’s wonderful bookstore Changing Hands, picking it up because the cover grabbed me, buying it because I enjoy satirical novels, dystopian settings, and Russian literature. The book delivered all of those things, but was sadly light on story, and several passages of the novel were graphic to the edge of offensiveness without any evident point to it all.

Depicting a Russia ruled by an unnamed Putin-like dictator in the year 2028, Day of the Oprichnik shows a day in the life of a government secret-police agent whose responsibilities range from killing noblemen and raping their wives to greasing the wheels of corrupt trade practices to consuming sizable quantities of alcohol and one of the strangest intravenous drugs you’ll ever encounter. The state combines the cult of personality that Putin himself has fostered with an evangelical form of the Russian Orthodox religion, where no one’s life, liberty, or property are ever safe under any circumstances. A small change in favor can mean a nobleman living in an opulent, heavily fortified compound can find himself under siege by the oprichniks, hanging from the gallows, with his children shipped off to an orphanage and his wife gang-raped by the attackers.

That’s just the most stark example of the pointlessly graphic nature of the novel; rape scenes require strong justification in any novel, and here, not only does the violation do nothing for the plot or the satire itself, it’s presented in stomach-churning detail that can only serve to shock. There are other graphic scenes – multiple murders and an orgy – also put in front of the reader for reasons I can’t begin to comprehend. It’s over the top in the way that Naked Lunch and Tropic of Cancer are, and while those are lauded as great works of postmodern literature, I rather thought both were unreadable shit. Oprichnik is at least easier to get through, because the writing isn’t so deliberately obtuse, but the ratio of shock material to actual heft is too high.

Of course, the book was written in 2006 and inadvertently foreshadowed some of the increasing authoritarianism witnessed in Russia over the past nine years, including the modern blend of jingoism and greed that drives the government apparatus for clamping down on the Russian people. The tyrant atop the machine, who has retaken the imperial title of tsar, is never named, but his resemblance in ego and grip on power are rather clear. Sorokin wished to lampoon the then 54-year-old Russian President’s increasing tendency toward totalitarian policies, only to have Putin himself outdo the expectations. Russia today may not be as overtly violent or as hostile to women as Sorokin imagined, but it’s at least as corrupt, as reliant on external economic powers, and as dangerous to its own citizens as the 2028 version in Day of the Oprichnik appears.

Next up: N. Scott Momaday’s Pulitzer Prize for Fiction-winning novel House Made of Dawn.