Friday, September 16, 2005The End: Montauk
By Michael Dweck. 2004, Harry N. Abrams Books.
The End: Montauk is photographer Michael Dweck's photographic chronicle of the end of Long Island, the sleepy fishing village that, in the 1970s, became a haven for East Coast surfers and, perhaps most importantly to this book, the ridiculously gorgeous, natural beauty surfer girls who were along for the ride. Dweck's black and white photos, reprinted here in a stunning oversized format, serve as a record of a hedonistic yet innocent time, when crab shacks and longboards were all that mattered, and Montauk was still something of an undiscovered East Coast Eden, albeit an extremely chilly one come winter time. I'm a sucker for any photo of someone standing on a beach next to a longboard, staring out at the ocean, and The End serves those up, although the focus of the book is undoubtedly the beach bunnies who seem prone to running down the beach naked with surfboards -- an activity I wholeheartedly endorse. The End isn't a record of Montauk the location, although a few of the town's landmarks are represented. Nor is it a representation of the larger Montauk culture, which in 1975 was still largely centered around salty fishermen and a few celebrities seeking isolation. It is, instead, a look at the hedonistic surfer beach culture that, quite frankly, seems astounding appealing to someone like me. Dweck's photos are a mix of portraits, candids, and a few landscape photos, though people or manmade objects are almost always the focus of attention. I'm no art critic, no photography critic, so being ignorant as I am of various technical considerations, by overall opinion of The End and Dweck's photos is derived purely from whether or not I like them. And I don't like them; I love them. I also hate them, because few and far between are the photographic collections that seem to have been assembled based purely on the concept of going, "Hey Keith? Isn't this the life you wanted?" Shabby yet glamorous, run down yet refined, low key but striking, and innocent but sexy (both the men and the women), the photography in The End weaves a visual narrative of a lost era that may not even have ever existed in the first place. But we sure can have a hell of a good time visiting it in pictures. Labels: Art posted by Keith at 9:40 PM | 1 Comments Nick Carter: Massacre in Milan Ahh, here's another good one for learning lots of cool tidbits about history and international relations. Buried within the pages of this Nick Carter espionage adventure is a wealth of stuff about terrorism in Europe during the 1970s, the Arab-Israeli war, and how it was all linked together and most likely masterminded by a bunch of cranky Nazis who were still pissed about World War Ii and hoped that by creating chaos in Europe, they would make people wish for a strong central state like the Nazis wanted to offer.This time around, Nick Carter is assigned with preventing "something." All anyone knows is that a lot of terrorist organizations are mobilizing for something big. No one knows who is in charge or what they are planning. Killmaster is, of course, supposed to find the ringleader and kill him, as well as killing as many foot soldiers as he can along the way. Whatever is about to happen is happening in Italy, a big hotbed of terrorism during the 1970s. Carter soon discovers a plot in which Arab terrorist and Nazi backers are planning to steal Air Israel passenger planes and use them to bomb Israel. Standing in their way, of course, is Killmaster Nick Carter. Besides the numerous tidbits if history about Committee X, Mossad, terrorist organizations, and other such nuggets of joy, this is a pretty straight-forward, action-packed entry into the Nick Carter series. The sex is not as plentiful as was in stories like 14 Seconds to Hell, though if you think Nick Carter is going more than a few chapters without getting laid by some Italian bombshell then you haven't been paying attention. It seems like Nick alternates between bedding fellow agents and bedding enemy agents who betray him. This time around he gets the enemy agent. But hey, that's how things were back during the Cold War. You kids growing up today really missed out. I mean, all things considered, the Cold War rocked. You had all this cool espionage and everything, but there was never any real danger. Well, maybe during the Cuban Missile Crisis, but besides that, everything was just a big cloak and dagger game. These days you have all these murderous rouge states, terrorism, people really getting killed. There's nothing fun about that. Give me the old days when we would just swap spies with the Ruskies every now and then. Seriously, you kids missed out. You didn't even get to hear any of Ronald Reagan's insane Cold War speeches, which were among the best ever. Massacre in Milan is set in the transitional time. Our beef with the Russians was pretty low priority for everyone but Rambo and the makers of Red Dawn (incidentally -- Cubans invading Colorado? What the fuck???) once the 1970s rolled around and we had things to deal with like the Arab-Israeli war and terrorism. Suddenly, what had been a lot of posturing and tail feather flashing between us and Russia became a very real, very bloody conflict between the West and Islam. Gas rationing, oil embargo, the image of the American hostages in Iran that will be forever burned into my memory. The 1970s were a colossally fucked up and weird time, not just because of disco. The 1960s and 1970s were the decades terrorism came into its own, and the world has never been the same since then. It's that setting that makes Massacre in Milan so cool despite it's being somewhat tame for a Nick Carter book (but still plenty violent, sexy, and shocking to the uninitiated). There's really not as much to offend people this time around except for the obvious anti-Arab sentiment, although there is some cursory attempt to explain why the Arabs are so pissed off in the first place. It's not like they just randomly decided to hate America, after all. It all stems from World War II, when England randomly carved out a chunk of Arab territory, named it Israel, and gave it to the displaced Jews who fled Germany and Europe during Hitler's reign of madness. The Arabs who had previously been living there were none to happy about this, especially since no one really asked them if it was okay. Things got worse in the early 1970s when Israel decided it needed a little more breathing room, and so launched an offensive to take more land from the Arabs. Things generally haven't gotten much better between the parties since then. As America is an unconditional supporter of Israel, and as we pretty much outfit their army with the latest and greatest weapons (many of which we don't even give our own troops), it goes without saying that the Arab countries would become a bit miffed. Of course, Nick Carter eventually uncovers the conspiracy's Germanic roots, which is actually entirely possible, and not just the wild ranting of a violent espionage pulp novel. Various Arab terrorist organizations have been linked to German backers, most of them members or ex Members of the Nazi regime, financing their war with left-over spoils of war and those hidden Nazi treasures we all hear so much about. Pissed off Arabs who lost huge chunks of their land were an excellent group of people for the Nazis to use in their ongoing war with the Jews. Thus you get things like Black September and Baader-Meinhof working together and pulling stunts like the 1972 Olympic Massacre. Anyway, as always, take the political views of a Nick Carter book with a grain of salt, don't look for political correctness, and what you have here is a great little adventure full of killing and sneaking about. Yes, Nick gets captured and only escapes thanks to stupid luck, apparently the master spy's greatest weapon. Luckily, his captors have that disease where they laugh and say, "Since you are going to die, there is no harm in telling you our plan," then they tell him and leave the room. If any of you out there are aspiring evil geniuses, and I would hope at least a few of you are, remember to never say "Since you are going to die anyway, there is no harm in telling you our plans." Then don't tell them and leave them alone in the room, or with one guard who is asleep or playing solitaire. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 9:16 PM | 1 Comments Nick Carter: Run, Spy, Run! First of all, love the title. It's like a sequel to Go Dogs Go!. Cold War literature for the wee ones.Okay, so here's the problem: someone is bombing airliners. They blow up in mid-air, and it's supposed to look like an accident, but the secret organization AXE knows better. So naturally, they put their best man on the job, Nick Carter. How long until he gets laid? How long until he gets captured? You know what Nick Carter reminds me of? In Kentucky, where I grew up, Daniel Boone was a local hero. We heard all sorts of stories about him. But later in life, I found out that he was something of a goofball, and the natives used to amuse themselves by capturing Boone, then letting him escape so they could capture him again. Definite shades of Daniel Boone in Nick Carter. Nick is paired up with a female operative, and shockingly enough, they are between each others thighs in a matter of pages. See, it holds true: one book he has sex with his co-spy, then the next book he has sex with an enemy spy. Then it's off to fight the mad bomber, who they suspect is none other than the dastardly Mr. Judas, a guy who I think might appear in other Nick Carter stories before and after this. Now pay close attention, especially if you have seen either You Only Live Twice or the Austin Powers films. Mr. Judas is a bald man with a scar on his face and a nasally metallic sounding voice. His favorite outfit is a medium gray suit with a turtleneck collar. All the guy needs is a midget henchman who looks just like him but one-eighth his size. Nick discovers that not only is Judas blowing up planes, but he's blowing up planes carrying important anti-Communist politicians from all over the world. Then he pulls strings to have them replaced by Communist sympathizers. Why? Because he's evil! Nick and his sidekick kill their way from New York to London, where they are promptly captured. They are stripped, because they always strip them (and fondle the woman). Then Dr. Evi ... err, Mr. Judas does the usual bad guy bit where he explains the entire plan to Nick Carter. At least he doesn't explain it to him then leave the room. But he does start handing Nick Carter back all his weapons, since Nick tricks him into thinking one is a bomb that must be defused every eight hours lest it blow them all up. Mr. Judas is everything you expect from a cartoony superspy foil. He's evil, bald, and he has a deformed henchman. He's definitely the most Bondlike of all the villains I've seen Carter go up against. And this is the least offensive Killmaster novel so far, though there's still plenty to offend if you are the type. I think it's tamer because it's one of the earlier books in the series. Don't worry though, because tame by Killmaster standards would still have a hard time getting an R rating these days without cutting a lot of the sex and violence. It's straight-forward espionage action, full of plot "twists," violence, and sex. While we're not talking timeless classics here, one thing the books do and do well is excite. They are quick reads and hard to put down, and the closer you get to the end, the more excited and obsessed you become with seeing things out. Yeah, we all know Nick is going to escape, save the world, maybe kill the bad guy (though the bad guy may also escape ... until next time, Mr. Carter), and probably end the story back where he belongs -- between a sexy woman's spread legs. That doesn't mean the trip there can't be full of action and fun. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 9:12 PM | 0 Comments Tuesday, September 13, 2005Nick Carter: 14 Seconds to Hell I read this Nick Carter book second, primarily because I noticed it had the exact same cover as Temple of Fear only mirrored. That alone was enough to amuse me into liking the book. 14 Seconds to Hell is a lot more explicit than the other Nick Carter books I'd read, though in looking ahead to some of the titles I haven't gotten to yet, I don't doubt that it will be topped. The sex is frequent and written about in a pretty saucy, no-coyness-needed style. Not one for the kiddies, I guess. And then there's the torture machine at the end, but we'll get to that.This time around, Nick Carter is assigned to stop a Communist Chinese madman from launching a nuclear strike against America, or Russia, or both. You may notice, as these reviews go on, that the villains are often Communist Chinese and are rarely Russian. This seems a bit odd at first, given that almost all the Cold War era rhetoric and mud-slinging took place between the United States and Soviet Union. From the "We will bury you" speeches of Kruschev, to the "evil empire" speeches of Ronald Reagan, it was always about the Soviets and the Americans. So why are the Russians so rarely the bad guys in Nick Carter books? Well, because that's so easy, for one, and because I don't think anyone but a few crackpot heads of state ever saw Russia as a serious threat to the US. Two massive bodybuilders flexing for each other are not going to start a fist fight. It's the little, hungry guys you have to watch out for. Besides, everyone in power knew that Russia was, for most of the Cold War, bluffing. It's become common knowledge these days, and even the Kremlin has released documents attesting to it, but at the time, the general population of the US had no idea that Russia was, well, broke, and didn't have most of the capabilities it claimed to have. The Cold War ended not because Gorbachev led the people to a new way of thinking; the Cold War ended because Russia could no longer financially afford to maintain its bluff. In the end, however, I think most of these espionage involve Arabs and Chinese and other people like that because they are more "exotic," or so they were in the 1960s. I mean, we knew pretty much everything there was to know about Russians, but no one really understood Arabs or Chinese. Arabs especially were at the forefront of current events, with the oil embargo, the Arab-Israeli war, and terrorism kicking into high gear. America's involvement in Vietnam and Cambodia was also making people more curious about Asia, so Chinese communists became much more interesting characters. Not only could we blame them for everything in Vietnam, they had all this cool culture behind them no one in America really knew much about. Compared to them, the Russians were really nothing more than boisterous next-door neighbors. We made speeches denouncing them, but for the most part, America and the Soviet Union got along a lot more than they disagreed. Both of them wanted to insure their continued place as one of the two super-powers, and that meant keeping down upstart regimes like Communist China and the Arab nations. Thus the propaganda of espionage books often focused on "threats" that were not Russian in origin, because we already knew about the Russians. You could also argue that Russians were a far less terrifying enemy because, communist though they may have been, at least they were still white. You could argue that, and you'd probably be right, but I can only analyze the politics of a cheap pulp spy novel for so long before I start feeling silly about it. Anyway, I bring this whole thing up because 14 Seconds to Hell features Nick Carter working alongside two Russian agents (female, of course, and twins -- and both are very, very horny) to stop the even more evil Chinese communists. Of course, Nick and the Russian spy twins spend a lot of time heating up the Cold War in their own special way, and as I said earlier, the sex in this book is pretty explicit. Not Hustler explicit, but you wouldn't want to read it to your mom. The adventure starts in Hong Kong, where Nick meets his two beautiful, voracious sidekicks. It is in this part of the book that one of the true values of espionage pulp surfaces. Despite all the Cold War politics, sexism, and racism (which come more out of nationalism than actual biological discrimination), not to mention shoddy spy work, there are actual facts worth noting, little pieces of underground history and ignored things that are fascinating and surprisingly accurate. For instance, 14 Seconds to Hell has action taking place among the floating junks of the Tanka Boat People in Hong Kong. The Tanka live in what amounts to a floating ghetto, a series of junks and sampans and rafts lashed together in the harbor. They were not allowed on the land, and no one really ventured out into their floating shanty town. It's a pretty unique and interesting piece of Hong Kong history that you don't hear about very often (you might remember a brief appearance by them in Enter the Dragon, in which Jim Kelly's character surveys the Tanka ghetto and compares it to the inner cities of America). What makes it even more surreal than the fact that, yes indeed the Tanka are quite real, is that these days, Hong Kong tourism companies try to pass them off as quaint attractions to be ogled by foreigners. Come see the happy floating Tanka people in their natural environment! That's tantamount to an American company taking out ads that say something like "Come see the quaint American Negro in his natural Cabrini Green habitat!" Anyway, if you dig through all the goofy nonsense and adventure book stuff, there is quite a lot to take away from these books, and you get even more out of it if you take a thread and run with it. Another interesting thing in 14 Seconds to Hell is the action (of a different, more horizontal variety) that takes place in a rooftop shanty town. This, too, existed and probably still does -- an entire shanty town built out of plywood, tin, crates, and boxes spanning the rooftops of Kowloon City and occupied by thieves, the impoverished, and students. Reading the description of it here, and then reading its actual history in other books, it reminded me of the bridge dwellers in William Gibson's Dark Light and All Tomorrow's Parties. It seems almost identical to that idea, so much so that I have to think Gibson had heard of the rooftop city and used it as his model for the Bridge (especially since that book uses Kowloon as a motif for a secret cyber community). Getting back to the book itself, their mission is a hopeless one: locate the missile base of the insane mad doctor, and blow it up before he is able to blow up Moscow and New York. You know, one thing the Russians had in their favor during the Cold War was that they had hundreds of targets to chose from. They could blow up New York, DC, San Francisco, Chicago -- plenty of places. If you're attacking Russia, you are pretty much stuck with Moscow. Nuking the Siberian wasteland is not going to win you many battles. Of course, after much fucking and bloodshed, the trio of spies reach their destination and are, in accordance with superspy protocol, promptly captured. The insane doctor then introduces what has to be one of the most tasteless spy novel contraptions ever, the rape machine, which is a giant automated dildo that forces women to have orgasm after orgasm, non-stop, until they go insane. He likens it to a slightly more offensive version of the old tickling torture. You have to wonder about the authors who come up with shit like this. I mean, on the one hand, you can see where it works. If you've ever been tickled mercilessly by some thug, you know that it goes from funny and even somewhat pleasurable to excruciatingly painful, and probably does indeed totally break you down after a while. Same concept here, but in a machine that is lot more likely to cause readers in the year 2000 to throw the book down in disgust. Again, all I can say is you really shouldn't get all worked up over a thirty year old pulp novel no one even remembers. Anyway, it all reminds me of a funny bit I read in a Remo Williams pulp novel, in which Remo amuses himself thinking about all the crazy-ass perverted torture machines in books and movies. Goofy creations of twisted nerds, he figures, since the greatest torturers in history, from the Huns down to the Nazis, only used one method: they hit you. A lot. And really hard. Or they kicked you. All that electrified dildo up the ass, skin-peeling midget henchmen, Ilsa-commanded sex torture camps, and other nonsense was just that. Professional torturers and interrogators just hit you. But of course, the crazy torture methods and dungeons make for good stories, where as just watching someone kick a guy for an hour isn't all that interesting. Once again, blind luck and coincidence combine to help Nick and his two female associates escape and carry out their plan in the nick (so to speak) of time. Of course, then they have to get out of China, which is made difficult by a general who is called in to track Nick down. The general is actually a pretty cool character, though in a movie he would definitely be the one to give the "this guy's good" speech. You know, when some lackey makes a comment about how easy it will be for them to kill Nick Carter, so the general guy has to give the big speech about how Nick Carter's whole body is a weapon and he can kill a man from halfway across the world and blah blah blah -- you know, I always figured the actor themselves wrote that part of the dialogue. Anyway, I talked about that elsewhere on the site. If you need a good example of the speech, you can pick up Rambo and note just about every one of Richard Crenna's lines. The general represents the old school military man, a guy who is disillusioned with politics and Communism, and sees it all as nothing but a system set up to exploit the people and make a few fat cats rich. Democracy, Communism, all the same thing. All he wants is to catch a guy as good as Nick Carter (and we are assured that Nick is just that good, even though he always gets captured). Unfortunately, the book introduces this guy in like the next to last chapter, and he and Carter never actually meet. I think that was a major missed opportunity, but what can you do? Nick had already killed a hundred people and had sex about a hundred times with the Russian twins. 14 Seconds to Hell is not a good book for the easily offended, as it is far more extreme in many ways than many other titles. Of course, I reckon none of the Nick Carter books are good for the easily (or even mildly likely to be) offended. Those folks should just stick to, I don't know, whatever secret agent goes around talking about his feelings, empowering women, and how the Cold War could have been ended with hugs and cookies. However, if you aren't the type to be offended by pulp, and lord knows nothing make-believe offends me, because I am able to tell the difference between reality and fiction. Once you get over that, 14 Seconds to Hell is among the more violent, explicit, and interesting Nick Carter books so far, in part because of it's look into the underworld and underbelly of Hong Kong. And yeah, all the sex and killing doesn't hurt, either. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 8:23 PM | 0 Comments Nick Carter: Temple of Fear The literary character of Nick Carter first began life as a serialized detective in the same vein as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes. This would have been, if memory serves (and it rarely does these days) right around the turn of the century. That would be the 19th to 20th. I so often forget that we just turned another century, and so I suppose simply saying "the turn of the century" could now refer to that as well.Carter enjoyed a rich and somewhat popular run as a Victorian era detective before fading from the scene. He was resurrected in the 1960s, this time as a rip-off of Ian Fleming's James Bond. Nick was among a whole slew of similar superspy "pulp novel" characters that popped up during that era. His adventures proved wildly popular and span well into the hundreds of books. They grew increasingly lurid and sleazy, leaving Nick Carter the undisputed king of base, disgusting, sexually explicit, morally bereft, excessively violent trash. In other words, they sure were a lot of fun -- provided you weren't especially sensitive about, well, much of anything. The Carter books were written without author attribution by what I assume was a regular stable of contributors and probably some occasional freelancers. As such, the quality and style of the books varies wildly from one to the next, but you sort of need that unpredictability in a series that lasted so long. Although some books build upon events and characters from previous books, none of them create so rich a mythology that you have to worry about showing up in the middle of things and not being able to figure out what's going on. In the 1990s, Nick Carter enjoyed a third revival, this time as the member of a popular teen boy band involved in a dastardly international scheme with the Russians to send another boy band member into outer space. Temple of Fear is the first Nick Carter book I read, and it was a heck of a way to start the series. Because it's fun to keep track of these sorts of things, Nick Carter gets laid by the end of the first chapter, and a few pages later, he is being tied up by three sexy Japanese spies disguised as girl scouts. This is all meant, in a typically roundabout way, to get Nick over to Japan where he must track down a notorious British agent who has betrayed his country and started working for the Russians. The plot: assassinate the emperor of Japan, and then make it look like Chinese radicals living in Japan are responsible. In order to weasel his way into the organizations plotting this dastardly deed, Nick assumes the identity of a washed-up, drunken reporter who has a knack for getting the right information. If you are going to be offended, then Temple of Fear will probably weed you out, though it's not the worst of the worst (by far). There's tons of gory violence, a fair amount of sex (there would be much more as the series progressed), and of course, most of the women are deceitful. Such is the life of a spy. The book is good at establishing a few genuinely likable character (like the young female Japanese spy who helps Nick out), then killing them in the most horrific and gruesome fashion. If nothing else, it makes the book exciting because you never know who is going to be killed. It also really gets you hating the villains, who are, of course, evil in the extreme. This book made me think about superspies in general, everyone from Bond to Nick Carter to Secret Agent Super Dragon. It seems like the people they work with are always being captured and executed in disgusting ways, and the spies themselves are always being captured and escaping only through sheer dumb luck. This happens all the time. I mean, Nick Carter can't go ten pages without getting captured. James Bond spent more time in Blofeld's prisons than he spent in bed with sexy female agents. Everyone is always getting captured, and they only accomplish their mission through luck and bizarre coincidental circumstances. It made me start wondering if maybe the best spy in the world isn't really all that good at his job. I mean, I'm no international man of mystery, but sometimes even a monkey could avoid falling into the traps guys like Nick Carter fall into. Come on! Half the time, he's walking around all smug going, "Yep, this is a trap all right," and then he gets trapped, they beat the shit out of him, and that's that. He only escapes because something unexpected and lucky happens. I mean, what the hell kind of plan is that? I'll get captured, stripped, and tortured, then tied up by an expert knot tier, thrown into a room with no windows or vents, and I will have no chance of escape. But hopefully, they will throw in a severed head, and I can use the blood and hair oil to lube up my binds and slip free! Well, you may think it sounds dumb to pin the safety of the free world on the minuscule off-chance of being given a severed head covered in oil, but it works for Nick Carter. The only thing in which we can take solace is that the super-villains of the world are as goofy as the heroes. Every damn one of them has to start their speech to their captured superspy with the phrase, "I could kill you right now..." and of course, they never do. Instead, they put them in some room with one guard, because they always want the spy to see "the great plan come to fruition" and "the destruction of your country." Look, just kill the damn guy! Because if you don't he will use a severed head to escape a concrete room and then bring your whole empire crumbling down. But of course, what fun would it be if that's how things went? You can't just shoot Nick Carter after you catch him. What the hell sort of adventure book would that be? It's like people who complain because guys in action films never reload their guns. Well, you know why they don't reload? Because that would be boring to watch (never mind that half the time people say this even though the guys do reload). Would you rather watch a guy load clips into his gun or empty them into his enemy? Temple of Fear is a pretty good read. It's offensive racially and sexually, but not so much that I think most people won't be able to get over it. You just have to remember that it was the height of the Cold War, and this was simply the way people thought. It's an interesting and amusing look back, and if you have nothing better to do than be offended by some long forgotten espionage book, then you have all sorts of other things you should be worried about instead. But politics aside, Temple of Fear delivers fast action, a wildly convoluted and simple to follow plot, sex, and tons of violence. If you want more from a book than that, then you should be reading James Joyce instead of Nick Carter books. You should read Joyce anyway, but that shouldn't stop you from enjoying Temple of Fear. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 8:10 PM | 0 Comments |
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