When she saw she was being kidnapped by the Mummy, she screamed and conveniently fainted. By the end of her ordeal, her hair will have turned completely white.
Brides of Dracula
How many does he have?
Fatty’s in Trouble
Silent film comedian Roscoe “Fatty” Arbuckle was at the top of his profession. He was the first movie star to make a million (tax-free) dollars a year. His world came crashing down on a September day in 1921. At a party he threw in a San Francisco hotel room, a party girl and would-be actress named Virginia Rappe was injured and died a couple of days later. People said that Fatty raped her and, because he was so heavy, ruptured her bladder, leading to peritonitis. Fatty became the symbol for all that was corrupt in Hollywood. People were ready to believe the worst of him without finding out what really happened. The story became a nationwide sensation. Innuendo and rumor became accepted as fact, just as they are today. Fatty was eventually cleared by a jury in his third trial, but his career was essentially over. Motion picture distributors and exhibitors wanted nothing more to do with him. His name was tainted by scandal. He died in his mid-forties, some said of a broken heart.
Fatty and Buster
Fatty Arbuckle (nurse) and Buster Keaton (doctor) in a very funny scene from the silent short comedy film, Goodnight, Nurse! made in 1918.
Losing Battles ~ A Capsule Book Review
Losing Battles ~ A Capsule Book Review by Allen Kopp
It’s Granny Vaughn’s ninetieth birthday. Her large Mississippi family has gathered on a hot Sunday in August to mark the occasion. It’s the Depression era, 1930s, and nobody has much money, but Beulah Renfro, Granny Vaughn’s granddaughter, spreads a sumptuous meal for the hundred or so attendees. They eat like it’s going out of style.
Jack Jordan Renfro is the star of the reunion. He has plenty of aunts, uncles, cousins—besides his parents, his sisters and his granny—to fawn over him. He just got out of the penitentiary. We learn that he escaped the day before he was supposed to be released because he didn’t want to miss granny’s birthday celebration. He also has a wife named Gloria and a baby daughter, Lady May. Gloria was his schoolteacher he married before he went into the penitentiary. Gloria was an orphan child; nobody knows for sure who her parents were. One of the surprising things that’s revealed during the reunion is that she and Jack might be first cousins.
There are some surprise guests at the reunion, some old-time preaching, some arguing and much laughter, but, more than anything, there’s talk: talk about how Jack came to be sent to the penitentiary; talk of an old-maid schoolteacher, Miss Julia Mortimer, who has just died and whose funeral will be the day after the reunion; almost everybody at the reunion went to school to Miss Julia and they have stories to tell of her hardness and her dedication to teaching. There’s also talk of hard times and good times and bad times, births and deaths. Everybody likes to talk and they all have much to say.
Losing Battles is an unconventional novel because it takes place all in one day and part of the next day, which means there isn’t much story or plot. Get a hundred people from your family together for one day and then write down everything they say and do during that one day, and you’ll know what I mean. It’s an interesting book because of its setting (the South during the 1930s) and because it was written by a venerated American writer (her last novel), but it could have been more interesting if the action had been opened up a little bit, making the story less static.
Copyright © 2017 by Allen Kopp
The Bride of Frankenstein (1935)
~ The Bride of Frankenstein ~
“The Monster demands a mate!”
Made in 1935, starring Boris Karloff, Elsa Lanchester, Colin Clive, Valerie Hobson, Ernest Thesiger, Dwight Frye. Directed by James Whale.
Blade Runner 2049 ~ A Capsule Movie Review
Blade Runner 2049 ~ A Capsule Movie Review by Allen Kopp
The 1982 sci-fi classic Blade Runner is notable for its spectacular futuristic vistas, its haunting music score and brooding tone. You probably know (or maybe you don’t) that the story in Blade Runner is about those delightful synthetic humans called “replicants” that are so close to being real that nobody can tell them apart. Replicants were manufactured as a disposable work force, but, only trouble is, they were so highly evolved that they developed a will of their own, staged an insurrection, and murdered a lot of real humans, after which the manufacture of replicants was banned. (We saw this same premise used, but not as effectively, in the HBO television series Westworld.)
Now, thirty-five years later (can it really be that long?), there is Blade Runner 2049, a sequel, of sorts, to the earlier movie. The main character is called K (played by Ryan Gosling). He doesn’t have a name because he is himself a replicant, but he’s the good kind, not the kind that goes around murdering humans. K is a Blade Runner, meaning it’s his job to hunt down and kill the replicants that are still living and walking in the world, disguising themselves as real people. K is so human-like that he has human emotions. This is going to get him into trouble.
Before the production of replicants was banned all those years earlier, the mad scientists who made them added a new wrinkle: a replicant woman was able to mate with a human man and have a child, which is exactly what happened. Remember the character Deckard (Harrison Ford) from the 1982 Blade Runner movie? At the end of that movie, he fell in love with a replicant named Rachel and absconded with her. It turns out that Rachel was one of those replicants who could have a baby with a human father. Well, we find out in Blade Runner 2049 that, not only did Rachel have a baby by Deckard, she had twins, a boy and a girl, after which Deckard disappeared. Can K be the half-human/half-replicant boy that was born to Rachel and Deckard thirty years earlier? If he is, where is the twin sister? What happened to her?
In Blade Runner 2049, K spends a lot of time literally flying around in these futuristic cityscapes to a pounding (heavy on the kettle drums) music score, looking for pieces to the mystery that consumes him. Holograms are very popular in this world. There are holograms of Elvis Presley, Liberace and Frank Sinatra, and holograms just about every place else, including a fifty-foot-tall, pink, naked lady with blue hair by the side of the road who promises that you will see everything you want to see and hear everything you want to hear. Oh, and one of the most prominent features of this world is that it’s dark all the time and rainy because, well, the atmosphere has been messed up.
There’s lots of information thrown at the audience in Blade Runner 2049, maybe too much, which makes the story murky at times. (For example, what do the beehives mean?) The writing could have been tighter and the length could have been shortened by thirty or forty minutes. Otherwise, it’s a wild sci-fi trip to a dystopian future world that you might have to see more than once to absorb everything in it.
Copyright © 2017 by Allen Kopp
What Belongs to You ~ A Capsule Book Review
What Belongs to You ~ A Capsule Book Review by Allen Kopp
He’s an American teacher living in Sofia, Bulgaria, teaching English at a prestigious American school. We never know his name. He is telling the story in his first-person voice. The story revolves around the narrator’s destructive relationship with a rent boy named Mitko, and, while their relationship is a sexual one, we never have to suffer through any explicit details.
The narrator comes to love Mitko, knowing all along that he is a user, a liar, and a self-aggrandizing manipulator; he is charming and good-looking and he knows how to use these qualities to his benefit. He can also at times be menacing and threatening when he doesn’t get his way. We see a portrait here of a mentally unbalanced young man who knows how to manipulate people to achieve his ends.
We come to see that Mitko has a terrible life, and, despite his youth, is in failing health. While the narrator tries to live a respectable life in his apartment, going to work every day, Mitko shows up periodically at his doorstep whenever he wants something. He frequently lies to get money, which makes him an extortionist, among all the other things he is. The love that the narrator feels for Mitko soon turns to pity as he sees that Mitko is falling apart. He cannot deny Mitko anything, knowing all along that lies and betrayal are a part of everything Mitko does.
While What Belongs to You is the story of a friendship, it is also a story about the nature of destructive and obsessive love. One of the best novels I’ve read in a while and unlike anything I’ve read before. Written in a unique, compelling and accessible style by a writer named Garth Greenwell. There are a lot of words in this novel, but never too many, always just right. Every word rings true.
The first-person narration is all introspective but never self-indulgent or whiny, as it could have been. On a different level, it’s a story, which I found fascinating, about life in modern-day Bulgaria, a country of 7.2 million in southeast Europe, a country that is collapsing and crumbling in many ways, a country that has lived through Soviet occupation, a country that is not what it once was. As a stranger in a strange land, the narrator navigates his way through two different health clinics, knowing only a smattering of the language, the public transportation system, and everyday life in a foreign capital. Some books are so good and so different from anything else that reading them is like being given a gift. This is one of them.
Copyright © 2017 by Allen Kopp
At the Rise of the Hill
At the Rise of the Hill ~ A Short Story by Allen Kopp
(Published in The Literary Hatchet.)
Freddy Chickwell’s mother called him at seven o’clock on Sunday morning, before he was even out of bed.
“I need you to come over right away!” she said.
“I can’t, mother!” Freddy said. “It’s too early. I don’t even have my eyes open yet.”
“You’re going to want to see this.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you on the phone. You have to see for yourself.”
“I’m going back to bed, mother. Please don’t call me until the sun is all the way up.”
“I never ask you for anything,” she said pitifully. “I’m asking you this one thing politely.”
“I’ll come, but only if there’s bacon and French toast.”
“How can you think of food at a time like this?” she asked.
“A time like what?”
He lay back on the bed and groaned. He had planned on going back to sleep but now that he was wide awake, he got up and dressed himself. He hated jumping out of bed and driving someplace first thing in the morning, but it appeared he had no other choice.
As he drove the six miles to his mother’s house, he thought of the different things that might have elicited such a call at an early hour: a large rat (spider) in the basement (bathtub); a bill that came in the mail for a large sum that she says she doesn’t owe and has no intention of paying; Aunt Jeanette has a tumor on her gallbladder; a large crack has appeared overnight in the foundation.
He pulled into the driveway and his mother came out the front door and down the steps, toward his car in a pink terrycloth bathrobe and fuzzy slippers; her hair was sticking out in spikes.
“Prepare yourself!” she said.
“For what?” he asked.
“He’s come back!”
“Who has?”
“Need you ask?”
Freddy walked into the house behind her and there, sitting in the living room in the middle of the couch, was his father, who had been dead for a year. Freddy looked at his father and his father looked at him. There were no words.
His mother motioned Freddy into the kitchen. “What do you suppose is going on?” she asked.
“Who is that?” Freddy asked.
“Who do you think it is?”
“Well, I know who it looks like!”
“He’s been raising all kinds of Cain with me ever since he came back.”
“Why?”
“He says I went off and left him.”
“Left him where?”
“I told him I would never do that.”
“Mother, something’s not right here,” Freddy said. “People don’t just come back from the dead after a year.”
“Apparently some of them do!”
“Is he a ghost?”
“I don’t think so. He ate a big breakfast and then had to go to the bathroom. I don’t think ghosts do that.”
“If he’s not a ghost,” Freddy said, “it must mean he was never dead in the first place. How do you account for it?”
“I don’t account for it! I saw him go into his grave.”
“The only other explanation I can think of is that he’s a zombie come back to eat our flesh.”
“Oh, I don’t think he would ever do that!”
“I’m calling the police,” Freddy said.
“And what could they do?” mother asked. “They’d never believe he was dead in the first place. They’d just think we were a bunch of lunatics.”
“Then call his doctor.”
“He died, too. Right after your father.”
“Maybe he’s a hallucination that we’re both having,” Freddy said. “We were both so poisoned by the man all the years he was alive that we’re being affected by him from beyond the grave.”
“I just don’t know,” mother said. She sat down at the table with her cup of tea, lit a Pall Mall cigarette, and sniffled back tears. “I cared for your father while he was alive—truly I did—and I missed him after he was gone, but now that I’ve become used to having my freedom, I just don’t think I can go back to the way things were before.”
“I’m hungry,” Freddy said. “I haven’t had any breakfast.”
He ate quickly, pushed the plate back when he was finished eating, and fanned away his mother’s cigarette smoke. “Now that I’ve had a little time to think about this dispassionately,” he said, “I’ve decided on a plan of action.”
“What is it?” she asked anxiously.
“We’ll kill him. It’s as simple as that.”
“Oh, Freddy! Your own father?”
“Well, he’s already dead, isn’t he? If you kill somebody who’s already dead, it’s not really wrong, is it? Not really a crime?”
“I’m not sure how the law would look at it,” mother said. “Killing is killing, whether the person you kill is already dead or not.”
“I don’t expect you to do any killing. I’ll do it.”
“But how? I don’t want a mess in the house that I’ll have trouble explaining later.”
“Remember Echo Hill?”
“That old place? I haven’t been there for years.”
“I haven’t, either. If it’s like it was when I was in high school, it would be the perfect place to kill a person that’s already dead.”
“Oh, Freddy, I just don’t know about this.”
“Remember how they used to tell us kids how dangerous it was to go up there because of the air holes?”
“What are air holes?”
“It’s places where you can fall through the earth down into the old mine if you’re not careful. There are probably some new ones that have formed since.”
“That sounds dangerous!”
“Yes, but it’s the perfect place to hide a body. If a body falls down an air hole, it would never be found. The old mine is as big as the whole town and there’s deep water in places.”
“It sounds very forbidding.”
“We can take him for a Sunday drive up to Echo Hill. We’ll get him out of the car and walking around, and—boom!—he’s gone down an air hole. Just like that.”
“And what if somebody sees us?”
“They won’t, and if they do they won’t know what they’re seeing.”
“While I’m getting dressed,” she said, “you go in and visit with your father.”
Freddy went into the living room and sat down in the chair facing the couch. “How have you been doing?” he asked father.
“There’s some weeds growing along the back fence,” the old man said. “Somebody needs to get out there and pull them up, and I guess that somebody is going to be me.”
“I wouldn’t worry about any weeds, if I were you,” Freddy said.
“The whole place is goin’ to hell!”
“So, tell me. What have you been doing this past year?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’ve been…away, haven’t you? I just wondered what things were like where you were.”
The old man looked at Freddy with something like contempt. “What things?” he asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Mother came down from upstairs wearing a yellow pantsuit and matching wig that made her look like Doris Day. “Well!” she said brightly. “How are we getting along?”
“About like always,” Freddy said. “Not much in the way of communication.”
She bent over toward the old man and said very loud, as if being dead for a year might have made him partially deaf, “We thought it would be lovely to go for a little drive! It’s such a beautiful day!”
“Huh?” the old man said.
“Remember Echo Hill? We used to go up there for picnics with Betty and Waldo when we were young.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the old man said. “I never did.”
“Wouldn’t you like to get out of the house? Go for a little drive?”
The two of them together helped the old man off the couch, out the door and into the car. With him installed in the back seat, mother got into the front seat with Freddy.
“I just don’t know about this,” she said as Freddy started the car.
“It’ll be all right,” he said. “I think I know what I’m doing.”
He drove out to the edge of town, past the bowling alley, the abandoned funeral home, the roller rink, a used car lot, a couple of taverns, and into farm country, where there were barns, silos, cows and young horses grazing in fields.
“Not much traffic today,” Freddy said.
He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the old man was asleep in the back seat, his head lolled to the side.
“Isn’t this fun?” mother said. “I just love going for a drive in the country on a pretty day!”
Freddy came to the turnoff to go to Echo Hill, and it was exactly as he remembered it. “Won’t be long now!” he said.
He took a couple of turns onto old country roads that became narrower and more tree-encroached. Finally, he came to the end of the blacktop and turned onto a dirt road. There was a gate across the road, long-since fallen into disuse.
“Just like pioneering days!” mother said. “This reminds me of my childhood!”
At the big hill, the road was very rough; Freddy slowed to ten miles an hour to prevent any damage to the tires.
Mother rolled down the window. “Just smell that country air!” she said. A bumble bee flew in and she screamed.
After what seemed a very long, slow climb, Freddy came to the top of the hill from which one could see into the next state. The dirt road ended there, so he pulled the car onto a little rise off to the right that seemed dry and firm and didn’t have a lot of weeds growing on it. It was a place where he could easily turn around when the time came.
“How about if we get out here and scout around a bit?” Freddy said, giving mother a wink.
He started to open the door but was arrested by a sound that he didn’t identify, a sound of dirt sifting. Then the front end of the car lurched forward significantly.
“What on earth!” mother said.
Freddy wanted to see what was happening to the front end but, as he put his hand out to open the door, the ground gave way and the car slid downward, front end first, into a hole just big enough to admit one mid-sized car.
Down, down, down went the car, into darkness complete. Mother gasped and grabbed onto the dashboard as if she could arrest the car in its flight. The old man in the back didn’t make a sound. Freddy had a few seconds before the car hit the water in which it all became clear, all the pieces of the puzzle fit into place. Everything that had ever happened—his whole life—had been preparing him for this moment when it would all come to end.
Copyright © 2017 by Allen Kopp
Literary Fictions 