What did you think we were doing out there, Miss Fellowes?…

March 12, 2018

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Life goes on, right here in Teaneck.  In an area that used to be a soggy wetland, then became a debris repository for concrete fragments (from what, I don’t know) associated with the construction of the NJ Turnpike, there is now the Teaneck Creek Conservancy.  I have highlighted the path of the creek.


This time of year, the White Suckers make their way upstream to spawn.  We spy on them and snap pictures.

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When I was a boy, late one night I watched the film adaptation of Tennessee Williams’  The Night of the Iguana.  I was keen on iguanas then too, but of course, that’s not what the story is about.  Watching it again a year ago, I couldn’t stay with it, but this scene is still a hoot.

… Spawnining?


Richard Burton and Sue Lyon return to land

Not-Quite-Lost Fish

August 18, 2011

I’ve always liked fishmarkets, so I was a cinch for this book when I saw it at our hotel on Shelter Island.  The illustrations are beautiful color reproductions of prints from Comte De Lacépède’s natural history of fish, and it includes a brief snippet of his writing.  The shapes of fish are fascinating to me, and measuring the discrepancy between what we suspect is the reality and the artistically arranged images on the page is part of the charm of it.

The title, however, refers to the usual grim, apocalyptic, man-is-sinful and an industrialist schtick that has become spiritual dogma among the ‘educated’.  I would not comment on it except that the text itself indicates that of the nearly 200 fishes shown in the book, about twenty are listed as endangered, threatened, or seriously threatened.  Not even extinct!  And that’s only 10% of this small sample of fish that were known in the 1830s.  Not a very strong piece of evidence for environmental catastrophe, Al Gore’s flypage quotation notwithstanding.  Being on the bandwagon sells books.

Another favorite natural history compendium here.

Kiss the Blood off My Hands

August 6, 2011

With a title like that, how could I resist?  It takes place in England, but Lady Macbeth has nothing to do with it.  Burt Lancaster plays an ex-GI who spent time in Nazi POW camps.  The trauma of wartime is still with him, and with the post-war London through which he moves:  rubble and ruins are everywhere.  While at the zoo with a girlfriend, watching the apes and other caged beasts, he has a flashback to his own captivity.

This film veers between romantic melodrama and deep noir as it follows Bill Saunders (Lancaster) from an involuntary manslaughter in the opening sequence, through an atmospheric chase in foggy, dank, decayed London, to his eventual regeneration under the soulful gaze of nurse Jane (Joan Fontaine).  The film ends with her being chased through London, menaced by lonely men and errant street cleaning machines.   As in The Third Man, the bombed out metropolis and its post-war black market in contraband penicillin is an important element.

What makes this film worth watching is Lancaster’s portrayal of a character doomed by fate:  his old man; his lack of education; the way the world works; everyone is always against him.  He’s a born loser, but he’s lonely, and he wants to connect with humanity if he can.  He’s a bad boy, “everything that’s bad,” Jane tells him, before she totally falls for hm, and she’s a good girl.  He goes to prison for assault, and she waits for him on the outside, and when he gets out, he makes her do things she never dreamed she could do, such as stab a man to death with a scissors.  It’s quite a clever switch up!

When Bill is sentenced, the judge notes the viciousness of his actions, and gives him eighteen lashes.  Turns out, judicial corporal punishment was ended only in 1948!  Bill is a martyr to the State endorsed sadism of the courts. The film slows down for the preparation for the flogging – special attention is given to the collar Bill wears during the ordeal. It could be out of an S&M short.

Bill goes to take care of the blackmailing thug stabbed by Jane and ends up finishing him off.  It’s one of the most delightful death scenes I’ve ever seen in noir – falling onto the carpet, he knocks over his fish tank, and the fish make a smacking sound as they flap about helplessly next to dying man.

Bill is softened by his love for Jane.  He agrees to go with her to face the law for his and her actions.  She’ll be cleared:  she acted in self-defense, but what about him?  At least she will be with him.