Bookmarked! #81: Stone Mask

Something from the gift shop at the Canadian Museum of Civilization in Ottawa. So it must be more than ten years old, since the name was officially changed to the Canadian Museum of History in 2013. Which means this bookmark is itself now a bit of history. It currently resides in the Alex Good Museum of Bookmarks.

It must have been a gift to me because I’m sure I’ve never been to the place. Perhaps someday I’ll go. The picture is of a Tsimshian mask sculpture that apparently has a twin (only with eyeholes) in a museum in France.

Book: The Story of Civilization I: Our Oriental Heritage by Will Durant

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Holmes: The Man with the Twisted Lip

“The Man with the Twisted Lip” is one of my favourite Holmes stories, both for delivering what I think every fan of Holmes expects as well as for being weird in some ways that are new.

It even starts off being weird, with the superfluous story of Watson being sent to rescue a wretched opium addict from one of his “orgies.” And here I have to immediately step in with a quick digression. The word orgy derives from the Greek orgia, meaning “secret rites.” Specifically these were the secret rites of the god Dionysus, involving dancing, singing, sex, and lots of drinking. It had the meaning of overindulgence in wine (or other intoxicants) for a long time, but in common use today I think its meaning has come to be restricted to group sex. If you told a friend you were going to an orgy tonight I’m sure they wouldn’t think you meant a drinking party. But the way Doyle uses it here it has the broader meaning, as the man being rescued by Watson isn’t capable of having sex with anyone given his condition.

Getting Watson to the opium den is important to the plot though because it’s there where he meets Holmes, in disguise. This is all coincidence (the first of two remarkable ones in the story), as Holmes is working on a totally unrelated case. I call the stuff about Watson’s friend who is an addict superfluous though because meeting Holmes is the only thing it does, and (1) I don’t see how it was otherwise necessary, and (2) I can  think of easier ways to have gotten the ball rolling.

Another weird thing about the story is the way Holmes solves the mystery of the disappearing Neville St. Clair. Of course his powers of deduction always strike onlookers as preternatural, but here it’s not through following crumbs of evidence that he comes to understand what’s going on. He does twig to the fact that an envelope had been licked “by a person who had been chewing tobacco” (he’s always picking up traces of tobacco), but this point is irrelevant. Instead, he follows his most famous axiom: “that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” As I’ve said previously, I’m not sure how trustworthy a precept this is, but it does seem to be the key in this story. All Holmes has to do is reflect on the impossibility of St. Clair’s disappearance to arrive at a solution. And the way he does so is significant: arranging a bunch of cushions on the floor to fashion himself a sort of divan, and then taking a seat and meditating while smoking his pipe. “I wish I knew how you reach your results,” Inspector Bradstreet says to him at the end. “I reached this one,” Holmes replies, “by sitting upon five pillows and consuming an ounce of shag.”

You can see that as being both continuity and disruption. Just like the way the plot hinges on yet another disguised double life, but in a way that’s truly remarkable. The career path St. Clair has chosen comes as a shock, but it’s something that resonates into the twenty-first century. Neville had, after all, only been a reporter, and like a lot of other professional work, journalism is a job that isn’t nearly as well paid as many people think (if you can even find work as a reporter these days). Meanwhile, alternative forms of employment that white-collar workers might look down on can actually be highly remunerative. Would St. Clair’s mendicancy be an example? Scholars have looked into it and found that it’s at least possible.

The same scholars, and other Holmes aficionados, like to pick out two points in particular from this story as problematic. First, the date is wrong. June 19, 1989 was a Wednesday, not a Friday, as here. Second: Watson’s wife calls him James when his name is John.

Much ink has been spilled trying to come up with ingenious explanations for both of these slips, but especially the second. I think it likely that Doyle didn’t consider the accuracy of the date important in the slightest and so didn’t bother to look the correct day of the week up. As for the name, it was probably another casual error. If Homer nods we can excuse Doyle. I don’t think he could have imagined how carefully these stories were going to be examined over a century later.

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Running Up That Hill

I had an earlier Wildlife post of a skunk. I’m quite proud of that post, as skunks are not the easiest critters to get a picture of. I got lucky with this guy though, as I was out walking early in the morning and saw a pair of skunks (probably up to no good) just walking down the sidewalk together. When they saw me they split up, and this one went down a sloped driveway. When he got to the bottom he was faced with a steep climb.

He had a lot of trouble, which is what gave me the time to get my phone out and take his picture.

Really, he kept climbing up part of the way and then sliding back down.

Finally he seemed to get the hang of it.

Then off to do more skunky things. I suspect making baby skunks. Glad this wasn’t my driveway or backyard.

Gideon Falls Volume 3: Stations of the Cross

Gideon Falls Volume 3:  Stations of the Cross

I really shouldn’t have liked this at all. We’re now deep into the free-fall of crazy and splintering of timelines into various universes that I usually can’t stand. All too often this strikes me as just being lazy storytelling, a way of giving up on creating a coherent plot and pulling the rug out from the reader whenever you want to introduce some new element.

But I thought this volume of Gideon Falls the best yet. Yes, our heroes are skipping around in time and space, but instead of everything breaking apart the sense that’s given is of things coming together, and doing so in interesting and visually striking ways. It seems Andrea Sorrentino was being given more freedom to open things up as things went along, and he’s using that freedom in a fiercely creative way.

The first few issues collected here introduce us to a slightly new character: Father, then Bishop, Burke. I say slightly new because he’d been previously glimpsed in the background. Here he gets a lot more development as he’s shown to be on the trail of Norton Sinclair, who is possessed or being controlled by the Laughing Man/Bug God. And it’s a trail that’s so crooked, branching through different dimensions and timelines, that Burke even has to grab a pen and paper at one point to draw a map. Though I had to wonder what use that might be.

As Bishop Burke he also has a team of priests to help him out. This was the only part of the story where I still felt out of the loop. If the Bug God is some alien force of evil, what is its hang-up with Christian symbolism? Why does he crucify people, and why are the people who are fighting him so fixated on having God on their side? Maybe this will all be explained, but for now it left me scratching my head.

What we do know, now, is that the Bug God needs a human body to function as a master key to unlock a gateway to other dimensions, including our own. He figured Danny would fill this role but as things leave off here he’s found a substitute in Danny’s dad. Creepy stuff! I’m enjoying this series quite a bit and looking forward to what’s next.

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The unparty

We live in political times, which is an observation that isn’t diminished by the fact that in many democracies a lot of people don’t care about politics at all. We know this because  of voter turnout numbers, a measure of what is the most minimal level of political involvement.

This is a point I first started thinking seriously about twenty years ago while reviewing the pollster Michael Adams’s book American Backlash. “Non-voters are the majority non-party in American politics,” I said in my review. At the time, the most recent presidential election had been in 2004, which felt like another very political time, what with George W. Bush running for a second term after the Iraq War. As a percentage of the voting-age population though the turnout was only 56.7%. In 2024 it was 59%, which was actually down 3.8% from the 2020 presidential election.

In the U.K. general elections in 2024 the voter turnout was nearly the same at 60%, which was the lowest turnout since 2001, when it was 59.4%.

Canada does a little better federally, averaging in the mid-60s in the last couple of decades. But again, these numbers are all national. At the state and provincial level the numbers drop considerably. In Ontario’s just finished provincial election the voter turnout was 45.4% of eligible voters. This was one percent higher than the last provincial election, which was the lowest voter turnout in the history of our provincial elections.

Drill down to the municipal level and the numbers drop even further. In my hometown’s last municipal election in 2022 only 28% of eligible voters voted. A number that was down 8% from 2018! The 2023 mayoral election in Toronto had a turnout of 38%. To take a random municipal election from the U.K., the turnout for the Sunderland City Council election in 2024 was 30.8%. The 2024 mayoral election for London hit 40.5%.

What this seems to underline is the fact that, to invert the famous adage often associated with the American politician Tip O’Neill that all politics is local, today all politics is national. Just as local news media have been dying, leaving no one covering city hall, the public’s attention has been focused more and more exclusively on politics at the national level. And with the importance of the Internet to fundraising this has only become more pronounced.

This is something I find very concerning, for reasons that I’ve talked about before. Chief among these is the fact that a lot of national political debate is of less direct consequence to citizens than what is going on at the local level, and that if no one is paying attention to what’s happening locally you’re opening the door to a level of corruption that (I think) would shock people if they were aware of it. I know I’ve been shocked by it when I’ve had dealings with local government in both rural and urban areas. You know things are bad when a single family has half-a-dozen members filling different jobs on council. But it’s rare to get reporting on this in places that have become “news deserts.”

But to go back to where I started, it’s been locked in for decades now that slightly more than a third of all eligible voters in Canada, the U.S. and the U.K. do not vote and will never vote. If non-voters were a party they would win every election. And that’s at the federal level. On the provincial or municipal level the non-voter party would win landslide majorities. Does this constitute a functional democracy?

If so, I think it’s one that could be improved. In the lead-up to Ontario’s recent provincial election. the Toronto.com website had a poll asking people who seldom or never vote why they don’t vote. 62.5% said their vote wouldn’t make any difference. They are right to be so disillusioned. The three English-speaking jurisdictions I’ve been talking about all use a first-past-the-post electoral system rather than one based on proportional representation. In Germany, which has a proportional representation system, the 2025 general election had a voter turnout of 82.5%, which is the highest since German reunification.

I think proportional representation is a better system, but there’s no chance the political parties will allow it to happen here, as public apathy to it as an issue means there’s no call for change. That non-voting party seems to want to keep their official status of invisibility.

Hailstone

Hailstone

A neat little idea. We’re in the town of Hailstone, Montana sometime during the American Civil War. This was before there was a state of Montana, and possibly even before it was a territory, but we’ll let that slide. In any event, Hailstone is a company town, with the company in this case being the U.S. Army, which runs a giant munitions factory. Meanwhile, the good citizens of Hailstone are starving and living off of grudgingly bestowed government handouts.

Then people start disappearing from the woods around Hailstone, and there are sightings of a strange beast. Sheriff Denton Ross and his half-native deputy Tobias investigate and uncover a dastardly plot engineered by the commanding officer of the army factory, who turns out to be a mechanically-inclined Doctor Moreau. I won’t give too much more away, as they leave off revealing the monster until fairly late in the day and if I tried to explain it I’m afraid it wouldn’t make much sense anyway. It’s all steampunk science mixed with bits of fantasy, as steampunk often is.

It’s a pretty good comic though. It builds a bit slowly and I thought the native stuff was superfluous. But on the plus side there’s a stirring climax and the monster was quite an original invention. Also the twist at the end was unexpected, and not just for being so dark and downbeat. Like a lot of comics in this genre you can’t help thinking of the movie they could make out of it, but setting that aside I think it stands on its own as a thrilling read.

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Holmes: The Five Orange Pips

Does anyone use the word “pip” for “seed” anymore? Perhaps it’s still current in the UK, but I’ve never heard the seed of a fruit referred to as a pip in my life. Outside of this story, I don’t recall encountering it in a book either, though probably at some point I have.

Anyway, the five orange pips in question are death threats from the “KKK,” which Sherlock Holmes (having recourse to the American Encyclopedia) identifies as the Ku Klux Klan. I guess that wasn’t so obvious in 1890s London. Once again the plot revolves around a crime in a foreign country being avenged back in England, resulting in a series of murders. That was also what happened in both A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of the Four. The difference here, perhaps due to space constraints, is that it’s a mystery that’s not fully resolved, not to mention one that Holmes flubs.

The introduction tells us up front that Holmes did have cases that “baffled his analytical skill, and would be, as narratives, beginnings without an ending, while others have been but partially cleared up, and have their explanations founded rather upon conjecture and surmise than on that absolute logical proof which was so dear to him.” Watson puts “The Five Orange Pips” into the latter category, and Holmes admits at the end that that the murder of the young man who initially had sought his help offends his pride. But even during that initial intake interview he had cautioned that he had only ever been “generally successful” at solving crimes. Even a proud man can possess genuine humility.

Doyle considered this one of his favourite stories, and it has found a lot of popular favour, but to me it feels rushed. The deductions that lead to Holmes discovering the identity of the killer are pedestrian, and it may be that the reason it ends the way it does is because Doyle couldn’t think of any other way for justice to be done. What was sending five orange pips to Captain Calhoun supposed to do? Holmes says he’s cabled the police in Savannah, but what evidence does he have against the killers?

That said, I didn’t mind being left with no explanation for the killings. That goes with Holmes’s earlier musings about “the ideal reasoner”: someone possessed of perfect knowledge who would, “when he had once been shown a single fact in all its bearings, deduce from it not only all the chain of events which led up to it but also all the results which would follow from it.” This is a vision of a mechanical, deterministic universe, one where if one could but know all the forces at play one would be able to predict every outcome. I don’t know if Holmes (or Doyle) actually subscribed to this point of view, but it’s nicely undercut by the outcome here, which checks the hubris of such a philosophy. Today I think we’re even further from it, accepting that the best that even the most godlike knowledge can aspire to is a calculation of the probability of different results.

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Wallpaper paste

A few weeks ago I found a post on another site where someone had asked an AI to write a film review. The results were what I think you might expect: a bland, clichéd summary of opinion such as you’d get from a review aggregator.

The reason this is what you’d expect is because the way these programs work (and I’m aware that people who understand this field better don’t even consider it to be AI) is to just take all the data there is on a subject and melt it down to something that sounds like a general consensus. So of course it’s going to be clichéd and derivative. Cliché is, by definition, the most common form of expression in the datasets from which it draws on.

What we’re left with is the hive mind, which is where we were heading anyway what with review aggregators and the like. The “wisdom of crowds” is a distillation not of the best that has been thought and said but of everything that’s been thought and said. And I think for a lot of people, and for different purposes, that may be good enough. For people who read genre fiction by the bale, those looking for executive summaries of generally held views, or students looking for a precis.

In the field of aesthetic response or opinion writing, however, is this the best we can expect? I started thinking about this because of an article I read online at the Yahoo! Sports page covering NFL football. I originally pulled a blank on the byline “Castmagic.” Was that a person? People have lots of strange names these days so I thought it possible. But when I clicked on the link to read it I found this:

(This article was written with the assistance of AI and reviewed by our editorial team to ensure accuracy. Please reach out to us if you notice any mistakes.)

I immediately had some questions. It was just a short opinion piece, so what did it mean that it was written “with the assistance of AI and reviewed by our editorial team”? My own sense was that it was written entirely by AI and just proofread and copyedited for factual errors or anything that might get Yahoo! in trouble. I also wondered if this was a direction more news organizations, and not just Internet ones, were going to be heading in.

The subject of the piece was the New York Giants football team. The Giants were a very bad team last year, resulting in their having a high pick in the upcoming draft. They don’t have a clear starting quarterback on their roster and it’s usually assumed that a team in such a situation will pick the best QB on their draft board as this is the most important position to have filled. So the question posed to “Castmagic” was “Is it time for the Giants to draft a quarterback?”

Things didn’t get off to a good start: “As the dust settles from the 2024 NFL season, it’s evident that some teams face more pivotal offseasons than others.”

Well, duh. We’re hit in the face with a cliché right off the bat, followed up by an obvious truism. I didn’t need an AI to tell me this.

As “Castmagic” went along it mostly borrowed from an earlier column on the same subject written by one of Yahoo!’s (human) sports writers. But if I’d been that particular writer I don’t think I’d look at this as being the sincerest form of flattery. I’d probably be worried for my job.

Did “Chatmagic” have any original insights to offer on the question of whether the Giants should draft a QB? No. Here’s the conclusion:

In the end, the Giants’ path forward hinges on navigating the delicate balance between short-term success and long-term strategic planning. Whether through drafting a quarterback or trading down to solidify the entire roster, the Giants face decisions that could define the franchise for years to come. Only time will reveal if they choose wisely.

Really? That’s the takeaway? The Giants have options and “only time will tell” if they make the right choice?

Will “Chatmagic” get better? I think it will, if only because I don’t see how it can get any worse. Or less useful. But I think these early, baby steps give some indication of the issues going forward, at least when it comes to this form of writing. How can an opinion of any value on any subject be fashioned out of a dataset that is just a collection of everybody else’s opinion? These programs aren’t interested in original insights or finding out the truth. Are they even capable of that? Only time will tell . In the meanwhile, what we have now reads like a page of Google search results, just the repackaging of random information, some of which is no doubt total garbage, into a paste of content that you can skim your eyes over before clicking onto what’s next.

There were some 50 comments on the article the last time I checked. Most of them piling on the “dummies” who write sports opinions for Yahoo! Only one of them registered that it had been written by an AI.

Batman: Justice Buster Vol. 3

Batman: Justice Buster Vol. 3

Since Volume 2 of this series ended with Batman facing off against his rogue AI-controlled battlesuit (named the Justice Buster) you’d be forgiven for thinking that we’d be kicking things off here with a no-holds-barred showdown.

Not so. Instead Batman just wakes up after being knocked out with some sleeping gas to find that the Justice Buster has disappeared (which is kind of remarkable, even the police admit, given how large a unit it is). And that’s it for the Justice Buster in this volume! It isn’t mentioned again in the rest of the book, and indeed I think it’s only seen later brooding over the city on a couple of pages that are just filler.

So instead of that, what do we get? More on the unlikely partnership between Batman and Joker (who is Jason Todd, and a good guy, in this Batman universe). More on Dick Grayson and his relationship with Joe Chill, or Uncle Sam, or whoever this guy is. It seems he’s been hypnotizing young Dick and been orchestrating scenes of violence around Gotham while wearing a bucket on his head.

Interesting stuff, with a dark “death in the family” ending that still leaves a lot of loose ends. I’m still impressed with this series as it goes places I haven’t been expecting and these swerves are usually pretty interesting. So on we go!

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