Dead Men Do Tell Tales – Cannonball Read #29

Dead Men Do Tell Tales: The Strange and Fascinating Cases of  a Forensic Anthropologist by William R. Maples, Ph.D. & Michael Browning.

My husband is an anthropology student and brought this book home. I caught him giggling and outright laughing as he read it so I picked it up as soon as he was done.

The early chapters deal with different means of body disposal, burial, dismemberment, etc. Other chapters focus on specific cases or famous corpses. No detail of the anthropologists work is spared and triumphs and enduring mysteries are presented side by side. The most affecting chapter is the one dealing with the identification of the remains of Tsar Nicholas and his family. Maples presents the most probable circumstances of their deaths. I was horrified when I read that the women had hidden jewels in their corsets that then acted as bullet proof vests. When the bullets didn’t kill them the Bolsheviks bludgeoned them to death.

Maples is the kind of person who should be in charge of everything. His elegant and inspiring prose evinces a passion for the truth, a clear vision of duty of the scientist and a commitment to the equality of all people. Each chapter begins with a passage from a poem. Not just fragments that seem pithy but truly affecting passages, evidence of a sensitive mind and a well read scientist. Instead of being gross or off-putting his candor regarding everything from how maggots consume a corpse to the effects of shark stomach acid on human bone had me smiling throughout the book. At times I laughed out loud at incredibly gruesome details. At other passages I wept quietly, moved by his  sincere depth of feeling towards the victims he strives to identify.

Books like this are obviously inspirations for procedurals like Bones. Unlike Temperance Brennan,  Maples is not hiding from humanity in academia. He is bringing humanity into it and restoring it to those who some other has stolen humanity from. Even as he is literally re-membering their corpses and returning their identities, he is confirming their membership in the human race.

If you like police procedurals such as C.S.I. or Bones this is a must read.  Inspirational and fascinating!

Why Do You Live?

I was playing Modern Warfare’s singleplayer campaign last night (yes I fucking know), and was struck by the incongruity of the health regeneration in the game. It’s basically the same damage forgiveness system as Halo’s shield regeneration, right? If you take fire, you can either tough it out or duck into cover and rebuild your strength for another go. As a game mechanic it treats the player a little more kindly than simply giving her a static pool of life points that only renews or depletes in response to interactions like getting shot or stepping on a medical kit with her boot. Sure, you got shot, but you shook it off after a second; maybe it was just a graze that stunned you, or the adrenaline kicked in. These are rationalizations, really, for a strangely gamey system that softens the difficulty of the game a bit.

On the other hand – big stupid what if question incoming – the only reason that the player needs forgiveness is that taking too much damage results in a fail state. You die, get a pithy anti-war quote from some who ought to know, and restart in ludus res at one of the game’s generously-distributed checkpoints as though the death had never actually happened. The only way to end a mission is to keep soldiering through until you complete all of the objectives given to you.

How come?

Continue reading Why Do You Live?

Chat Box

FyreHaar: I don’t know man
FyreHaar: my energy just got sapped
SonicRob: I am tired
SonicRob: I don’t want to be here anymore
SonicRob: today
FyreHaar: ditto
FyreHaar: let’s make a pact
SonicRob: we must bring salvation back
SonicRob: where there is love
SonicRob: I’ll be there
FyreHaar: what song is that
SonicRob: “I’ll Be There”
FyreHaar: did you just wuote Michael Jackson at me?
FyreHaar: WTF man!
SonicRob: uh
FyreHaar: and why do you know that?
SonicRob: would it be better if I quoted Mariah Carey at you?
FyreHaar: no!
SonicRob: The Baker listens to Kiss-Fm! I can’t help it!

Trailer Chat: The Green Hornet

Sonic Rob: if seth rogen is not fat, is he still seth rogen?

Sonic Rob: it’s like a tree falling in the forest kinda thing

FyreHaar: Seth Rogen not fat is like Seth Rogen

FyreHaar: for the ladies

FyreHaar: like, we like him when he’s schlubby and charming, but with a little more muscle definition he definitely starts to move the mercury

FyreHaar: I like skinny Seth

FyreHaar: I don’t really have any knowledge of the pre-history of the GH

FyreHaar: and I have to say that preview seems to indicate a fun summer action movie with lots of the funny

FyreHaar: and a sweet car with guns

Sonic Rob: well, it’s Michele Gondry directing

FyreHaar: OOOhhhh!

FyreHaar: Gondry!

Sonic Rob: so I expect that the movie will suck fucking donkey balls until the third act

FyreHaar: It’s got Tom Wilkinson, who is good in everything

FyreHaar: he’s like the thinking man’s Harvey Keitel

Sonic Rob: how come he never lives past the halfway point of a film?

FyreHaar: better things to do

Sonic Rob: got another movie to be in

FyreHaar: “I’m due on the West End next week, hurry it up and write me out!”

Continue reading Trailer Chat: The Green Hornet

Trailer Trash: Let Me In

So here we have a very noisy trailer for the totally unnecessary US remake of Let The Right One In, which was mostly quiet and all the scarier for it.

I am by default opposed to this sort of remake – the immediate do-over in American English as soon as a film finds any sort of success abroad. It seems like fixing something that ain’t broke for lack of any better ideas.

-ssr