He Strikes Like Thunderball!

Finished Ian Fleming's "Thunderball" during my lunch break earlier today. Got the above Centenary Edition hardback with the painted cover. This novel is one of Fleming's most action-packed with Bond going after Emilio Largo who was planning to blow up Miami with an atomic weapon. It is also the first part of the "Blofeld Trilogy" featuring SPECTRE. Bond doesn't really run into Blofeld in this novel but his defeat of Largo is a prelude to their epic struggles in later stories such as "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" and "You Only Live Twice". Bond again teamed up with the American Felix Leiter and romanced the lovely Domino, who was cruelly tortured by Largo towards the end of the book. The main draw of the book is definitely the underwater fights. Fleming was obsessed with diving at this point and the prose descriptions of the underwater wonders are among the most breathtaking in the English language. There were two movie adaptations of "Thunderball" both starring Sean Connery (the second one was "Never Say Never Again"). Of the two movie adaptations, the earlier one is far more accurate and is still a joy to watch after all these years. The latter one is a total piece of crap - imagine Bond and Largo playing video games, Domino doing aerobics, etc.

A History Lesson

Wrote a review of Simon Winder's "The Man Who Saved Britain" for the Visual Bookshelf on my Facebook page this morning. Here's what I wrote: Simon Winder gives us Bond in context. The book covers the history of post-War Britain and highlights the disillusionment of the average Brit regarding the end of the glorious "British Empire". In the midst of these sentiments, Ian Fleming produced the novels that gave us James Bond - somewhat like a last gasp of the glory that was Britannia. The book is highly entertaining (sometimes even more than the original Bond books and films!) and hilarious. I found myself laughing on every page.

Truth is, Winder is not just hilarious. I found plenty that was useful from this book. Even used some of it in my history class yesterday. I was trying to convince my students regarding the importance of studying history. Did a revision of Form One history with them and realized that the main reasons why students hate history are: (i) textbooks are terribly written (if they resembled even 10% of how Simon Winder wrote, everyone'd be studying history); (ii) history teachers are terrible in presenting this stuff; (iii) students end up getting bored and failing to see the relevance of having a well-developed sense of history.

I paraphrased the following passages from Winder's book and the students got the point immediately:

"Why should we be interested in history? Many people are not. Perhaps the great majority live very thoroughly in the present - children have a horizon only centimetres from their toes, many people through exhaustion and daily need can think little about the past or the future, many others live largely in the future, through religion or ambition, personal or familial. To be interested in the past is both a specific activity and a very vexed one: history is as likely to be a source of toxins as of pleasure..."

The students were pleased to see a history teacher actually trying to understand their frustrations with developing even the remotest interest in studying history. One student even said that they study history simply because the Education Ministry made it compulsory! Another student explained that she could not see the relevance of history since there's no way that we can change the past anyway (sheesh! these kids were smarter than I thought!). I agreed with her and stole another analogy from Simon Winder:

"At some level history really is useless: to comment on history is as wan an activity as yelling at the players in a televised football game: they can't hear you, they don't care and it's already too late. For me this latent sense of horror is always best summed up by the villain in Umberto Eco's medieval fantasy The Name of the Rose, trapped in an underground passage. Nobody rescues him because by the time they can dig him out he will have died of asphyxiation. History and the application of history to the present shares this nightmare, with an almost unbreakable mesh between ourselves and present, unfolding events that cannot be torn through. What value does a reading of history have? Its great value has to be, as a historian recently summed it up, to "criticize, criticize, criticize". For me, nothing can be more valuable than this constant patrolling around an always shifting kaleidoscope of events and decisions, both in themselves (they explain why we are here, doing what we do, earning what we earn) and because their interpretation is in effect a cross-examination of the present and of ourselves."

From there, I took the class on a tour of the ancient past and our methods of discovering the treasures therein. We discussed Oral and Written traditions as well as the role of archaeology in verifying the facts (at the same time, giving them a panoramic view of the developments of civilizations and religion). We discussed the composition of religious books (Bible, Koran, Sanskrit Scriptures), their underlying sources in myths and oral traditions, and how "stories" are what bind the seemingly unrelated facts, events and peoples together. We talked about the Battle of Pellenor Fields (one of my student is a fantasy buff who's hooked on Tolkien, Eddings, etc.) and the people involved (why are you interested in them?). We then talked about the ancient Srivijaya and Majapahit Kingdoms and their supposed lineage to the Indus Civilization AND the Alexandrian Egyptian/Hellenistic Empires simultaneously. Got them intrigued by all the supposed links between ancient kingdoms and religious traditions. Finally, I showed them the parallels between Animism as a religion and Disney movies as mass entertainment. In other words, we had a ball! Covered three chapters of Form One history, laughed a lot, asked a lot of questions, answered a lot of doubts and had a great time. Wait till I get to British Imperialism and the other stuff... :)

As an aside, I told them about the process of recording/interpreting history. Opened my Redaction-Criticism toolbox and brought out the two-headed beast of: (i) selection and (ii) arrangement of facts/events. History is what we make of it - it is to be meditated upon more than to be studied (but of course, for the sake of banal public examinations, the nationally-prescribed method of rote-learning and memorization may be required). Ultimately, it is about people - the human condition, the world as stage. Talked about Herodotus and the quest for a unifying theory of history. The students laughed at the Greek's pessimistic worldview of humans existing simply as the playthings of the gods but started to take it more seriously once they saw the implications of such metaphysics. At that point, I questioned myself whether I'd gone too far? Was it advisable to start developing existential angst in these innocent teenage girls who should really be more interested in dresses, hairpins and boyfriends? I don't know. But the class ended at that point and we moved on to Geography instead...

Quantum of Solace

The new Bond is a little bit more "Punisher" and a lot less Brit-accessories-boy, don't you think?

A Royale Weekend

Very good weekend with family and friends. Got to catch up with some old friends on Catbook... I mean, Facebook (Catbook is only for Flirty Cat). I also finished Fleming's "Casino Royale" in one morning. Sat in Starbucks, SS15 with my wife. She read "The Immortal Iron Fist Vol. 2" and I read "Casino Royale". Never read Fleming before. Pretty funny shit. Kids asked me what it was about. I explained. Oh, it's about James Bond gambling with this bloke (who was a banker for SMERSH). They asked me why Smurfs needed a gambling banker. I didn't know what to answer. Anyway, Bond lost all his money and the US gave him more money. Then he started winning. And the other bloke got pissed so he kidnapped Bond's girlfriend and then tortured Bond by beating his balls with a cane. My kids were laughing hysterically by this point. Then a SMERSH assassin cycled to the torture room to kill the banker but being a smart-ass, decided not to kill James Bond. Kids asked me why a Smurf-assassin "cycled"? Again, I had no answers. Kids these days with their pesky questions. Sheesh! Bond recovered in a hospital but refused to allow others to bathe him because his balls were swollen. Then he went on a holiday with his girlfriend. While the girlfriend was sleeping, Bond went skinny-dipping. When he got back, he caught the girlfriend making a phone call. That led to the end of their relationship and the girlfriend swallowed some sleeping pills. The End. My kids thought it was the funniest story that I'd ever told them. Go figure.

In order to make sense of what I read, I went back to Simon Winder, who wrote probably the best book on Ian Fleming and the whole Bond-mania ever! If anyone had any answers, I thought that Winder would've been the man to talk to. Winder explained that "Casino Royale" was all about the avocado. I was scratching my head by that point. Winder then explained that the avocado was not available in Britain until the late 1950s so when Fleming had Bond eating an avocado in the novel, it was the height of exotica. In short, Bond is all about fantasies of bored Englishmen struggling with the loss of their former glory as "Britannia". Winder also explained that Leiter, the US Agent, handing Bond the envelope containing money to go for another round of baccarat summed up the entirety of Anglo-American relationship. I agreed heartily.

In the evening, I watched "Thunderball" with the kids and they laughed some more. Especially at all the underwater scenes. "Thunderball" is all about water, sharks and voluptuous women who thought that sleeping with a villain named "Number Two" was a good idea. It was interesting in a way so I decided to spend the rest of this week going through the Bond films on DVD.