Horror Flicks

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Fall Maul

I Still Know What You Did Last Summer, part of the gore-filled season of fall film.

Sidney Baldwin


Horror flicks lead the fall film invasion

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IN THE SMOKING ruins of local theaters, blasted by Nazi ammo, asteroids, and Godzilla, peace reigns at last. The summer blockbuster season is over. What an appropriate word for all that demolition: “Blockbuster” comes from a slang term used during World War II for a huge bomb.

After Thanksgiving, that cold snap in the air means that the sap is running; sentimental contenders for the Oscar will ooze up from Southern California like ground fog. But this fall, horror films mob the cineplex. One good bet for the smartest and the scariest of the lot: Apt Pupil (Oct. 23). Directed by Bryan Singer (The Usual Suspects), the film is based on the memorable Stephen King novella collected in Different Seasons. The eerie Sir Ian McKellan (Richard III) stars as a disguised Nazi war criminal who passes on his special knowledge to an eager young suburban brat.

Bride of Chucky (Oct. 16) stars Jennifer Tilly as the love interest of the infernal talking doll from 1988’s Child’s Play. John Carpenter’s Vampires (Oct. 30) is based on John Streakley’s novel, outlining the war between the Vatican and the Vampires. James Woods stars as John Crow, a member of what could be described as the Green Berets of the Swiss Guards. Urban Legend (Sept. 25) is a tale of a mad psych professor, thought to be nothing but a rumor, who comes back to clean out the clocks of a bunch of arrogant students.

Practical Magic (Oct. 9) stars Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman as white witches who look for love in all of the wrong places. Dianne Wiest and Stockard Channing co-star as the women’s aunts, who taught them everything they know about magic. The film is based on Alice Hoffman’s novel.

Bringing up the rear: I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (Nov. 20), starring a hook-wielding weirdo chasing Freddie Prinze Jr., Jennifer Love Hewitt, and eyebrowless TV cutie-pie Brandy. If all of the above doesn’t curdle your blood, there’s Gus Van Zant’s remake of Psycho (Dec. 4). Is it shot for shot, as is rumored?

Even two of the romantic films on offer this fall are tinged with the occult. What Dreams May Come (Oct. 2) stars Robin Williams and is directed by Vincent Ward–that exotic New Zealand director who gave us The Navigator. Dreams is an Orpheus story: Williams plays a man killed in an auto wreck; Annabella Sciorra is his wife, who commits suicide and thus goes to hell, where Williams has to track her down. Meet Joe Black (Nov. 13), a remake of the 1934 Frederic March film Death Takes a Holiday, stars Brad Pitt as the Reaper. (How can death be any worse than a Brad Pitt movie?)

While the fall season may look like nothing but scream fests, there are some films for adults. One romance asks the musical question, Why Do Fools Fall in Love? (“Because they’re fools, that’s why”–Matt Groening.) Halle Barry, Vivica Fox, and Lela Rochon contend for ’50s teen idol Frankie Lymon. Strike, which follows a women’s college rebellion against the plan to go coed, is the feature film debut of noted documentary maker Sarah Kernochan (who directed the early evangelist exposé Marjoe).

William Styron adapted his moving short story Shadrach into a film starring Harvey Keitel and Andie Macdowell; it’s a tale of a 100-year-old ex-slave returning to the plantation where he was born. The film version of Toni Morrison’s Beloved (Oct. 16) is produced by Oprah Winfrey, who also stars in the movie alongside Danny Glover. The movie version of Anna Quindlen’s bestseller One True Thing (Sept. 19) stars Meryl Streep, William Hurt, and Renee Zellweger. Devil with a Blue Dress helmer Carl Franklin directs.

Due this fall, from Miramax: the film 54. At last, many years too late, you’ll be able to get inside. Austin Powers‘ Mick Meyer plays Steve Rubell, septum-impaired overlord of Studio 54, the infamous ’70s New York disco. Salma Hayek, the serpent dancer in From Dusk Till Dawn co-stars. In need of more dance-floor sleaze? Theater-switch afterwards for A Night at the Roxbury, a Lorne Michaels-originated picture based on a Saturday Night Live sketch about two lecherous disco-doofuses.

And for children: DreamWorks releases Antz (Oct. 2), the computer-animated adventure about Z-4195, an ordinary worker ant (Woody Allen does the voice) who falls for the Ant Queen’s daughter (Sharon Stone). The Rugrats Movie (Nov. 27) is based on the animated TV show. The live-action Jack Frost (Nov. 6) stars Michael Keaton as a dead dad who comes back as a snowman to nurture his children. Yeccccchhhh! I’m sure the producers would like you to forget that there already was a direct-to-video splatter movie titled Jack Frost, all about a Bad Frosty, a psycho snowman with a big butcher knife. Properly re-released and marketed, this gore fest could have been made a crossover from a horror-movie heavy fall to post-Thanksgiving family movies season.

SPEAKING of re-releases: Fall will bring Jacques Demy’s The Young Girls of Rochefort, his 1968 follow-up to the exquisite 1964 The Umbrellas of Cherbourg . Rochefort stars Gene Kelly and those fetching Dorléac sisters, Françoise and Catherine (Deneuve). As in Cherbourg, the music is by Michel Legrand. Lastly but not leastly, Orson Welles’ 1958 Touch of Evil returns, recut by noted editor and director Walter Murch according to Welles’ notes. This is a fresh opportunity to see the greatest of all film noirs, and it’s being re-released right when Welles’ stock is high, thanks to the American Film Institute list naming Citizen Kane the No. 1 film of all time. Touch of Evil destroys the argument that Welles was finished after Citizen Kane. Many of Welles’ old associates turn up for cameos, especially Marlene Dietrich as a Gypsy bordello keeper who is also the angel of death.

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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The Scoop

Blast It!

Warning: Hazardous debris from NASA’s latest inferno

By Bob Harris

THIS JUST IN, courtesy the brilliant minds of NASA: If you come across a piece of flaming space debris, don’t play with it. Cassini was the deep-space doohickey NASA sent up last October to get some neato scientifical factulation about the moons and rings of Saturn.

Trouble was, lots of highly respected scientists outside of NASA’s O-ring were worried, because the probe’s batteries were powered by plutonium-238, an isotope 280 times more radioactive than the stuff in nuclear warheads. Plutonium is the most toxic, vile, deadly substance this side of the new Avengers movie. A sugar packet of the stuff could hypothetically wipe out Indianapolis. Which would be bad, what with that new mall they just put in and everything.

Cassini didn’t just have a sugar packet of the stuff; it contained more than 72 pounds of Pu-238. Evenly distributed–as in, say, a vaporizing explosion occurring in the upper atmosphere–that’s enough plutonium to imaginably kill hundreds of millions of people.

And NASA strapped it all on top of a Titan IV rocket, which is generally considered to be only about 95 percent reliable.

Sometimes it just blows up instead. Which NASA said wouldn’t be a big deal, even with 72 pounds of plutonium on board. NASA says its method of containing the plutonium in ceramic is sufficient to prevent any widespread release. But other reputable scientists disagree, contending that NASA has insufficiently accounted for the local temperatures and pressures present in a catastrophic explosion.

One of NASA’s own former chiefs of emergency preparedness even compared the whole deal to the Titanic catastrophe.

But the launch went off, the Titan IV managed not to blow up–it does that only about one time in 20–and so the concerned scientists were written off as alarmists. The media moved on.

So, a few days ago …

Dateline Florida: A Titan IV rocket went kablooey, turning into a giant fireball 40 seconds after launch, showering over a billion dollars’ worth of fiery crap into the Atlantic Ocean.

Nowhere that I can find in the mainstream media has anyone drawn the connection between that explosion and the fears of rocket scientists so recently dismissed as alarmists.

The latest payload–apparently a National Reconnaissance Office eavesdropping satellite code-named Vortex–was considered Way Top Secret, so I haven’t yet been able to find out much, but here’s something creepy: The Air Force is warning anyone who comes across any of the debris to consider it hazardous material and stay the heck away from it.

However, and fortunately, there’s no indication so far there was plutonium fuel in the payload.

This time.

That still doesn’t change a disturbing fact: Last I checked, NASA is still planning roughly a dozen more launches of plutonium-fueled probes. On Titan IV rockets. Which go boom sometimes.

One of these days, if our luck runs out, the Florida coast might be warmed by something other than just the sun.

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Logging in the Russian River Area

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Long Shot


Michael Amsler

Timber wars: When the logging industry pushed hard on an Alpine Valley neighborhood last fall, Randy Hurley and other residents struck back .

Logging foes face uphill battle

By Dylan Bennett

FORESTRY OFFICIAL Dennis Hall was on the hot seat. Posted on the wall behind his head a sign read: “Maximum capacity: 20.” Seated at the big table in front of him were 23 residents outraged at proposed logging above their homes near the tiny town of Duncans Mills in the Russian River area. In 90 minutes of cordial yet pointed exchange on a Monday morning, Hall listened to technical questions in a specialized forestry jargon of abbreviations as well as plain talk about public safety and wildlife.

By lunchtime, residents had made their point. Hall, review-team chair for the California Department of Forestry, said he would not accept the disputed timber harvest plan, or THP, for consideration. He would require improvements before the plan to log a sensitive forest above Austin Creek Road could enter the CDF’s approval process.

For the neighbors on Sylvia Drive, Hall’s decision was only a small victory. The THP will come back, and there is little likelihood that the nearly 40 members of the Austin Creek Alliance can stop it.

Summertime is logging season, and a new onslaught of timber harvest plans have had opponents scrambling to express their concern and protect their interests in rural residential areas, which increasingly have become battlefields between developers–especially giant grape-growers–and residents trying to preserve the rustic character of their neighborhoods.

Under the Forest Practice Rules, public protests might affect the details of a THP, but have little chance of actually preventing logging.

The rules prescribe an approval process citizens say moves too fast, fails to adequately consider cumulative impacts, and doesn’t get enough involvement from water-quality and wildlife agencies.

“The process is very quick,” says Jay Halcomb, coordinator of Russian River Residents Against Unsafe Logging. “We have no time to get organized… . It’s a desperate situation.”

Near the Russian River, five new THPs have neighborhood groups alarmed. Three plans clustered on a steep mountain form essentially one large area of 585 acres directly above a community of 60 homes off Austin Creek Road. In East Guernewood, a plan calls for cutting 89 acres and constructing seven crossings on Hurlbut Creek, a steelhead-bearing tributary to the Russian River. Across from Guerneville’s Northwood Golf Course another THP aims to cut 89 acres in a timber stand that includes the county’s oldest and tallest tree, known as the Clar Tree, a 336-foot-high, 1,000 year-old redwood.

Meanwhile, across the county on St. Helena Road, the Indian Rock Alliance has filed a lawsuit against the CDF over a THP filed last year near the origin of Mark West Creek (see “The Unkindest Cut,” Nov. 13).

IN EACH CASE, the CDF is required by law to complete the approval process within 45 days. Although that deadline often is extended, the speed of the complex, multiphase process leaves concerned citizens bewildered. “There just isn’t time when a THP lands in the backyard of someone who doesn’t understand the process, has never seen a THP, and doesn’t know what the hell is going on,” says Helen Libeu, timber consultant to RRRAUL and Sonoma County’s foremost citizen authority on timber harvest rules. “When you figure it out, it’s too late.

“The CDF does not have the authority to extend the built-in time limits unilaterally,” Libeu explains. “They have to ask the forester who submitted it if he would agree. And normally they do, because it’s sort of an unspoken blackmail arrangement in which each side is bluffing the other.”

Libeu says even the CDF has proposed that the deadlines be extended, but any rule change requires a change in the law requested by the state Board of Forestry. The board, Libeu claims, is industry-dominated and won’t ask a legislator to sponsor such a law. “I think they should have the unilateral right to extend the time limits for good cause without having to go hat in hand to the plan submitter,” says Libeu.

The CDF’s Hall disagrees. “I don’t think more time is necessary,” he says. “If I was a landowner I would probably be hesitant to have that kind of regulation because that’s basically open-ended, and that’s difficult.”

But the difficulty for those opposed to logging begins when the official THP notification arrives from the CDF. The notice states the earliest possible date of approval for logging–only 15 days after the CDF has accepted the plan for consideration.

The CDF only rarely approves plans this quickly.

“Citizens get panicked and think there is no time to do anything,” says Libeu. “It keeps some people from even getting active, because they think it’s all over. The CDF could make that better. The time to respond is the first time you hear about it, but don’t presume that the first possible decision date is anything but a fiction. It’s always later.”

On this point, Hall agrees. “It’s like sticker shock,” he says. “They get this notice in the mail, and it’s like, geez, the earliest date to approve the plan is 15 days from today. And by the time they get it, maybe five or six days have elapsed and they’re thinking, wow, the CDF is just going to shove this through the system.”

Hall says that less than 1 percent of THPs qualify for the earliest possible approval date. Nonetheless, with the notification, the fast-moving, hard-to-follow approval process begins. Citizens say just finding out about review meetings is an inappropriate hassle. “You have to call every day,” says Austin Creek Alliance member Pamela Connelly. “And in that short time you have to try to get as many bodies there as possible. The public doesn’t have enough time to get people there.

“I think it’s planned that way.”

Connelly’s husband, Dennis Beall, describes the first meeting he attended as a “sophisticated stone wall.”

SECOND ONLY to the fast-paced approval process is the issue of cumulative environmental impacts and how the CDF regards them. The prime example of cumulative impacts is the Russian River. Already degraded by human activity, and home to endangered salmon and steelhead, how is it impacted by logging near a creek tributary? The rules call for “professional judgment” about cumulative impacts, but state plainly, “No actual measurements are intended.”

Says Libeu: “The Board of Forestry was forced to adopt cumulative-impacts rules by citizen litigation, so their heart wasn’t in it. So they adopted something filled with all sorts of verbiage. My lord, you’d think if they did all that everything would be beautifully taken care of. But it says in there three times: ‘No actual measurements are intended.’ How are you going to say anything about the water temperature if you can’t use a thermometer? They simply never regard that for anything. In the paper THP, if there’s some cumulative-impacts verbiage there, that’s all the CDF cares about.

“Same is true for other rules.”

Inadequate professional judgment on cumulative impacts is one of four points of the lawsuit filed by environmental attorney Kimberly Burr on behalf of the Indian Rock Alliance in eastern Sonoma County. “They want to drag logs across a Coho-bearing creek,” argues Burr. “There is no way to avoid sedimentation. The creek is already overwhelmed. They even say that in the plan.”

The Forest Practice Rules call for “professional judgment” to gauge the extent of cumulative impacts.

“I do know that the people in this office take them seriously,” offers Hall. “But they aren’t measured. The system does rely on professional judgment. We are trying to mitigate the plan so there are no significant impacts. One of the unfortunate things is, if we haven’t developed trust with the public, and often times that is the appearance–we don’t have their trust–it won’t matter how many professionals we have out there, they won’t think we’ve sufficiently mitigated those plans.”

Libeu says the mitigations don’t do enough: “I have a letter from a well-respected forester who has worked not only for the CDF, but for Georgia Pacific and Louisiana-Pacific, and as a consultant. She wrote the board saying they ought to knock off that dumb rule. She submitted a THP once, saying, ‘Of course this will have significant negative impacts.’ They approved it anyway.”

THP review is further hampered by Pacific Lumber’s habitat conservation plan that has diverted the attention of the Department of Fish and Game and the Water Quality Control Board from the THP review process, Libeu says. Although the rules describe the intimate involvement of these agencies, Libeu contends that over the last 18 months they have been mostly absent from the process.

Hall says he gets adequate participation from these agencies via e-mail and the telephone. He concedes the review process could be re-evaluated in terms of staffing.

“Maybe [we should have] more people altogether,” he says, “reviewing agencies and field inspectors.”

So with little chance to stop proposed logging, what can the public do short of expensive litigation? The answer, state forestry officials and activists agree, is: Stay involved.

“The public can make a huge difference in how much better it turns out,” notes Libeu. “And they should get active for that reason. Also, it sets up the record for legal grounds if they must sue. The main thrust, in my opinion, should be to get the plan improved and highlight the performance of all the state and private foresters.”

Adds Hall: “Continue to be involved in the review process. The public concerns, the letters that we get, are seriously considered. We go through those with a fine-tooth comb. Often it seems like we give canned answers, but often the questions and the situations are very similar. Obviously, I’m not at ease with the 20 or 30 people sitting in the room with me, but I do appreciate them coming.”

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Sonoma County Chef’s Tasting

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Tasty, Indeed!


Michael Amsler

Gathering of the scribes (and others): Food, wine, and camaraderie flow freely at the Sonoma County Chef’s Tasting, an outdoor gathering of Sonoma and Napa vintners and restaurateurs that is akin to a high-brow foodie Woodstock.

Roll out for the magical culinary tour

By Marina Wolf

A LOW-FLYING PLANE adds a thrill of danger to anything, even an upscale food event like the Sonoma County Chef’s Tasting held Aug. 23. Everybody around me at Richard’s Grove and Saralee’s Vineyard in Windsor seems curious but unconcerned by the regular buzzes of aircraft (that’s what you get for booking the same day as a nearby air show), so I stifle my conspiracy theories and turn my attention to the spectacle before me.

And it is a spectacle, in spite of the outdoor setting and casual attire (maybe because of the casual attire). The event, now in its sixth year, is designed for chefs, food purveyors, writers, and anybody else having anything to do with the Sonoma County food industry to get acquainted. But if anybody ever needed an excuse to drink early and graze hard, this party would be it.

There’s a festive air in the park as guests begin to check in. As a member of the press, I zip to the head of the line and pick up a free tote bag, a press packet, and a badge with both my names spelled wrong.

Now that’s special treatment.

The workshops are many and varied, so I pick one that offers an answer to my favorite culinary ship-in-a-bottle: sausage-making. Gerhard Tele of Napa’s Gerhard Sausages feeds the grinder while answering food-geek questions about post-marinade residual moisture (sounds like Guy Fieri of Johnny Garlic’s might be researching some additions to the menu). The answer is lost on my companion and me; we are too distracted by the Pink Floyd undertones of the process.

Easier for me to take in is the Kendall Jackson-sponsored lecture on the pairing of wine with vegetables based on color. Head gardener Jeff Dawson leads the group around a color wheel of vegetable snippets as we actually taste for ourselves how smoothly red wine goes with beets, and how a yellow tomato blends almost seamlessly with a chardonnay but gets mowed over by even a lighter merlot.

Overall, the tomato population at the tasting is surprisingly hit or miss in the quality department. KJ’s tomato table is a delight, and good thing, too, since they’re banging the drum for their tomato festival on Sept. 12. A bowlful of cherry tomatoes at the DaVero olive oil stand really plays up the fruity flavors of the oil. (Thank you, sir, may I have another?) But a nearby dairy table (whose name, fortunately for them, escapes me) pairs a bland, I mean subtle, mozzarella with slices of watery tomatoes. Bleah.

In between workshops, I scan tags. It’s the name of the game at large-scale events like this. I recognize a few faces, a few names. Ooh, someone from Appellation. Would now be a good time to let him know that the name of his otherwise elegant wine-culture magazine always makes me think of handicrafts from the Ozarks? Hey, the Grossi Farm people are out. Nice tomatoes! The colors of summer–red, yellow, orange–burst out all over the whole vegetable area: Mother Nature’s best and brightest is on display. Toyon Books’ board is groaning with a feast of books, and there are free samples everywhere.

The wine tables, of course, draw layers of tasters two and three deep. Limit the search to labels that are never going to turn up in the staff refrigerator. Hey, look, Iron Horse! As winemaker Forrest Tancer pours me a chardonnay he mentions that his wife, Joy Sterling, is about to publish a third book. The chardonnay is too dry for my taste, but the sparkling brut rosé is lovely at 10:30 in the morning. Yes, he says, it’s a breakfast wine.

That may qualify for an only-in-wine-country award.

The food samples are a bit more traditional. There’s something so pleasingly focused about meat on a toothpick. No potatoes or pasta or greens to make that plate well-rounded: just a piece of meat on a tiny stick. Bite-size barbarianism.

I am bemused by the little girl standing near the table of Sonoma County Poultry, where boneless duck breasts are being seared next to a perky ceramic duck. “Why is the duck there, mommy?” she asks. Her mother is busy procuring two toothpicks of dead duck. “Mommy!” the tot persists loudly, “why is there a duck on the table?” None of the adults nearby turn to look, and the mother says distractedly, “Well, it’s decoration, dear.”

Great shades of Babe! Sounds like the birds-and-bees discussion needs to debunk more than babies under the cabbage leaves.

Just before lunch, we sit in on a workshop on palate development. Chef Keith Keough, president of the prestigious California Culinary Academy, runs a packed tent through the paces with five kinds of salt, six kinds of dried powdered chili, sugar, and vinegar. The salts are easy, the chili powders, mixed with hot water to release the oils, are less so to this chili wuss. Some Rocky Chicken reps range themselves behind our table and ask us how things taste, which goes over like a dentist asking about your vacation when he’s got a drill, a vacuum hose, and both hands in your mouth at once. I gamely sample everything, and am rewarded with a tear-fogged but indelible memory of the different flavor points.

AFTER SOOTHING our chipotle-charred palates with some sweet butter on bread, we sit down for lunch. There are 36 chefs, mostly from Sonoma County, a few from Napa and San Francisco, who pair up talents to feed over 400 people. At a table full of well-heeled people whose eyes I can’t see through their sunglasses we end up eating lamb sausage shishes and, for dessert, a crunchy but oh-so-good baked apple on brandied currant toast with lavender-scented ice cream. I want to talk with the sausage maker, who is seated on the other side of the table, but it would be impolite to yell. We content ourselves with enthusiastic dining and a spirited critique of our table partners’ jewelry and prissy eating habits. (Just pick the toast up with your fingers, dammit!)

Afterward we visit our cooks, Pascal Chureau from Mistral and Christopher Fernandez of Crescent Park Grill. My French-speaking friend gets into a light banter with Chureau (everything sounds like banter in French), while I pass our compliments to Fernandez. He says it was just a good match. “When we faxed our initial ideas to each other, they were very similar,” says Fernandez, who had met his collaborator for the first time earlier today.

Hey, if the cooks like it, then no complaints here. Keep the chefs and the farmers networking and happy, the theory goes, and the food in our restaurants will just keep getting better and better. But next year I’m going to volunteer, scooping ice for water glasses or emptying garbage cans for the cooks: anything except just sitting and eating, and then fighting for toilet paper afterward in a hot restroom full of half-drunk women.

A few workshops on a lazy summer afternoon are nice, really nice, but not quite enough for me.

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Literary Events

Author, Author!


Book dreams: Arizona author Barbara Kingsolver appears Oct. 29 at the Santa Rosa Veterans Building to read from her new novel, The Poisonwood Bible.

Fall promises flood of new books and their creators at local bookstores

By Patrick Sullivan

LISTEN HARD: Can you hear that clanking sound? It’s the nation’s printing presses, of course, going into overdrive mode, preparing to spew out an inky tidal wave of new books–good, bad, and beyond belief–for the coming season. With the falling leaves of autumn will arrive a deluge of both new titles and local literary events. Geese and caribou, after all, are not the only species that migrate: Authors, too, are about to set out on another leg of their seasonal pattern of travel, one that will deposit many of the best right here on our doorsteps to discuss their new books and meet their readers in local bookstores ranging from Copperfield’s to Readers’ Books to Barnes & Noble.

Maybe it’s morbid, but the change of seasons makes many of us stop to contemplate death and dying. Few, however, have matched the perceptive wit and biting humor brought to the subject by the late Jessica Mitford in The American Way of Death. The book’s illuminating exposé of America’s funeral practices has been hailed as a classic piece of investigative journalism since its publication 35 years ago. Now, an updated version has arrived, brought to completion by local writer and activist Karen Leonard, who worked as Mitford’s research assistant. Leonard will speak about the revised edition Sept. 28 at Copperfield’s Books in Montgomery Village (2316 Montgomery Drive, Santa Rosa; 578-8938).

Both literary heavyweights and rousing crowd pleasers are sweeping through the doors at Copperfield’s this fall. Fans of Pam Houston–author of Cowboys Are My Weakness–will be able to catch up with the writer Oct. 1 at the Montgomery Village store. Former Santa Rosa resident Greg Sarris, fresh from the glowing acclaim accorded to Grand Avenue, returns to Sonoma County Oct. 17 for an appearance at Copperfield’s in Sebastopol (138 North Main St.; 823-2618). Watermelon Nights, the latest work to spill from Sarris’ pen, is an epic tale focusing on three generations of Pomo Indians. Author and farmer David Mas Masumoto appears on Oct. 19 at the Montgomery village store to talk about Harvest Son, his new book about his family farm.

Then, in perhaps the most pleasant surprise of the literary season, Barbara Kingsolver arrives Oct. 29 for a Copperfield’s-sponsored event at the Santa Rosa Veterans Building (1351 Maple Ave.). Details are still being nailed down, but Kingsolver, author of such popular and critically acclaimed works as Animal Dreams and The Bean Tree, will read from her new novel, The Poisonwood Bible, a story of a missionary family in the Belgian Congo in the 1960s. Judging from her recent PBS profile, Kingsolver should prove to be just as fascinating in person as she is behind a typewriter.

FOR ANOTHER take on religion and family, step into the comfortable environment of the brand-new Readers’ Books store (130 East Napa St., Sonoma; 939-1779) to catch an appearance by Pearl Abraham. The Romance Reader, Abraham’s first novel, was a masterful exploration of a young woman’s experience in the world of Orthodox Judaism. Her new book, Giving up America, promises to be just as compelling and provocative.

Readers’ Books also plays host on Sept. 11 to Jane Bay, who will discuss her new memoir, Precious Jewels of Tibet: A Journey to the Roof of the World. Local novelist Jean Hegland will appear at the store Sept. 25 to read from her surprise bestseller, Into the Forest. On Oct. 12, poet Celia Gilbert will dazzle us with selections from her new collection, An Ark of Sorts.

Then, get ready for some Halloween fun: The contributors to Harvest Tales & Midnight Revels: Stories for the Waning of the Year read from their work at Readers’ Books on Oct. 26. What’s spookier than Halloween? Censorship, of course. On Nov. 14, Readers’ will host a reception featuring KPFA commentator Michael Parenti to benefit Project Censored. The event takes place at the Sonoma Community Center (276 E. Napa St.; 938-4626); a $5-$10 donation is requested.

Barnes & Noble (700 Fourth St., Santa Rosa; 576-7494) plunges into the world of theater Sept. 9 with an preview and discussion of Shakespeare’s Othello, led by Jim DePriest, executive director of Sonoma County Repertory Theatre/Main Street Theatre. Actors will perform scenes from the play, and a drawing will be held for free tickets to the full Main Street Theatre performance. Then, on Sept. 30, explore the back roads of Guatemala with photographer Gordon Frost, author of All Souls Travel, in a slide-show presentation. Suzanne Skees, author of God Among the Shakers, appears at the store Oct. 14.

Is that it for literary events in Sonoma County? Not by a long shot. For more details, keep your eyes on the Sonoma County Independent‘s Readings section in the calendar. And, if you see a herd of wild-haired authors migrating in creative confusion down our highways and byways, point ’em toward the nearest bookstore. After all, sometimes even Mother Nature needs a helping hand.

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Sonoma Valley Film Festival

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Sonoma Valley Film Festival




THIS IS ONLY the second installment of this exhibition of world-class films, but the Sonoma Valley Film Festival is already well on the way to becoming a local institution. The festival–which serves as a fundraiser for the restoration of the historic Sebastiani Theatre– offers an eclectic lineup of films and special events. Here are the highlights:

“Movies by Moonlight”: Tribute to Frank Sinatra and the Swing Era, featuring Sinatra films and live swing music and dancers. Sept. 12 at 6:30 p.m. on the “field of dreams,” 205 First St.W. $25/with dinner; $15/ admission only.

The Island on Bird Street: Jewish boy’s struggle to survive in wartorn Poland during the Nazi purge. Sept. 12 at 1:30 p.m. at the Sebastiani. Sept. 13 at 5 p.m. at Sonoma Cinemas.

Paulina: True story of woman traded as a child for land rights. Sept. 12 at 7 p.m. at the Sebastiani. Sept. 13 at 3 p.m. at Sonoma Cinemas.

Doing Time for Patsy Cline: Australian film about a road trip to Nashville. Sept. 12 at 3:30 p.m. at the Sebastiani. Sept. 12 at noon at Sonoma Cinemas.

All movies $6/adults, $3/children. Call 939-0306 for more information.

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Kop Out

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Cyber Kvetch

Disgruntled workers: Lost in cyberspace

By H. B. Koplowitz

IN WHAT has been called a threat to free speech and employee rights on the Internet, America Online recently provided a California newspaper, the Orange County Register, with the name of an employee who had created a website featuring rumors, gossip, and complaints about the newspaper. But there’s seldom a guarantee of privacy in cyberspace, especially from the same if-they-ask-tell company that told the Navy the name of a sailor who’d announced in a chat room that he was gay.

Yet had the Unregistered News covered its tracks better, it might still be publishing today. Because lots of disgruntled employees have websites on the Internet if you know where to look, and sometimes even if you don’t.

Frankly, I didn’t know where to begin looking for websites by employees lampooning their bosses. But typing “disgruntled” into a search engine soon got me to more general kvetch websites, including Disgruntled, an online magazine “For People Who Work for a Living.” The webzine has pages with such upbeat names as “The Complaint Department,” “Quitting Time,” “Advice for the Disgruntled,” and “Tales of Corporate Horror.”

The Waitressing Gripe Page, adheres to the philosophy that waitressing would be a great job if it weren’t for customers. “Are you an annoying restaurant patron?” it asks, and provides a comprehensive list of symptoms, many of them sent in by other waitresses. Symptoms include “unattractive, dateless man … who thinks your waitress is talking to you because she likes you”; “too cheap to order a drink, then asks to have your water refilled five times”; yelling, “we’re ready to order”; asking to have food prepared “in some bizarre way that’s not on the menu”; and, of course, stiffing the waitress. The bottom line, according to the website: “Be pleasant to your waitress. You’ll never know when she’ll spit in your food!”

Similar sites exist for pizza drivers, drive-thru restaurant workers, cabbies, and hostesses. Then there’s Mindless Jobs of America, with testimonials from people with such occupations as high school janitor, cemetery repairman, parking lot attendant, nursing home dietary aide, car-wash drier, gas station attendant, telemarketer, cable guy, and movie projectionist (“Considering the amount of work I do compared to the pay I get, I am getting paid pretty damn good, so there is no reason for me to take everyone out with a rifle.”)

Working for the Man provides vengeful advice for “disposable cogs … filled with self-loathing for working like a slave and letting yourself get kicked around for a few pennies.” Created by Nikol Lohr, who also hosts Disgruntled Housewife, the tips include nurturing your passive-aggressive nature, plotting constantly, developing a work-related illness, and faking work.

Speaking of faking work, Don’s Boss Page helps you pretend to be working while you are sleeping or surfing the net. The “Personal Protector” is a button you can click on when you are using your Web browser that will quickly load a window that makes it look as if you are working on a spreadsheet. The site also has “Sound Busy,” an audio-enhanced page that makes it sound as if you’re busy typing.

Funny stuff, but I was about to give up on my quest to find a site like the short-lived Unregistered News when a journalist friend let me in on News Mait Writers’ Cooperative. The site has a Newspaper Intelligence Page, which is mostly bitching and moaning about low wages and morale at newspapers. But there’s also a lot of inside dish, such as the purported reaction from the staff of the L.A. Daily News to the report that the newspaper donated $60,000 to a political movement that wants the San Fernando Valley to secede from Los Angeles. “It’s a disgrace, and the staff is understandably outraged,” according to the anonymous account. The site also has extensive links to listings of journalism jobs, and is conducting an unofficial salary survey of newspapers throughout the country.

SATISFIED that I had found the kind of website I was searching for, I was all set to sign off when I decided to get my daily Monica shot by reading the latest Drudge Report. But instead of using my bookmark, I mistakenly typed “www.drudge.com” in the address window, which took me to The Drudge Retort: Putting the Yellow Back in Journalism.

The top headline of the counterfeit site was “Clinton offers blow-by-blow testimony of Lewinsky affair.” In Drudge’s breathless writing style (but the byline of Jonathan Bourne), the article claimed that Washington, D.C., police were investigating the president for violating the city’s sodomy law, and that Vice President Al Gore’s wife, Tipper, had consulted a decorator.

You heard it here first.

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Reissued Jethro Tull

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Passion Play

By Greg Cahill

CLASSIC ROCK deserves classic treatment. The Sebastopol-based audiophile company Mobile Fidelity has reissued several of Jethro Tull’s classic rock albums on 24k gold-plated CDs under its acclaimed ultradisc II series.

Good luck finding a Mobile Fidelity copy of its now out-of-print audiophile version of 1972’s Thick as a Brick, a critically panned sci-fi-inspired recording that features one extended track about a boy’s growth into manhood and presages the cloning phenomenon.

Still around, though, is the two-CD set Living in the Past, which features the hit title track and some less than engaging filler.

More recently, the label has reissued Tull’s 1973 opus Passion Play, which explores the subject of life after death. As Rock: The Rough Guide notes, critics found it obscure and pretentious (a criticism often leveled at Jethro Tull’s mid-career output), but U.S. audiences sent it to the top of the pop charts.

For my money, I’m holding out for a 24k copy of the band’s 1968 debut This Was, which contains mostly self-penned blues material and a nod to jazz player Roland Kirk, whose flute phrasing and techniques Ian Anderson has borrowed liberally throughout his career.

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Russian River Jazz Festival

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All That Jazz



Acclaimed jazz acts top fall arts lineup

By Greg Cahill

LIKE A FINE chardonnay and a golden autumn sunset, there’s just something about wine country and the emotive strains of jazz that complement each other so well. While the fall arts season brings to the county many noteworthy acts–from country crooner Trace Adkins to British reggae star Pato Banton–the sizzle of a hot sax still warms the hearts of local jazz fans.

Of course, the king of wine country jazz is the 22nd annual Russian River Jazz Festival, hailed as the ultimate beach party (and, hey, the beer is cold and cheap). The lineup for this year’s event, on Saturday and Sunday, Sept. 12-13, runs the gamut from lite-pop to fusion to straight-ahead piano jazz.

Saturday’s performers are pop-soul singer Bobby Caldwell; Latin jazz percussionist Pete Escovedo and his orchestra; jazz-pop guitar/vocal duo Tuck and Patti; saxophonist Jules Broussard; and San Francisco jazz club favorites Mingus Amungus.

On Sunday, catch jazz-pop vocalist Randy Crawford; the Zawinul Syndicate, featuring fusion pioneer and ex-Miles Davis sideman Joe Zawinul of Weather Report; jazz genius Ahmad Jamal (who revolutionized the genre in the 1950s); a Duke Ellington Tribute, featuring pianist, composer, and arranger Bill Bell; and the acclaimed Oakland Interfaith Gospel Choir.

All shows are on Johnson’s Beach in Guerneville on the bank of the Russian River. Tickets are $37 a day or $68 for a two-day pass. Gates open at 10 a.m. (come early if you want a coveted spot on the river, the only place you’re allowed to raise a beach umbrella); music begins at 11 a.m. For details, call 869-9000.

Is swing your thing? The intimate Sommer Vineyards concert series closes Sept. 19 with the swingin’ sounds of the Blue Moon Band, performing in an intimate, outdoor setting at the vineyards in Geyserville. Tickets are $15.

Meanwhile, Spreckels Performing Arts Center is continuing its run of big-name jazz acts that began a year ago. Saxophonist Ernie Watts, who has recorded with everyone from Aretha Franklin to Frank Zappa, performs Oct. 31 at the Rohnert Park venue. Over the years, Watts has performed as a member of the original Tonight Show band with Doc Severinsen. Earlier this year, he hit the stage as part of bassist Charlie Haden’s Quartet West. Watts’ latest CD, The Long Road Home (JVC), is a strong set of straight-ahead acoustic jazz, featuring pianist Kenny Barron, bassist Reggie Workman, and guitarist Mark Whitfield.

On Nov. 28, pianist George Winston–celebrated for his best-selling impressionistic Windham Hill solo recordings–presents a tribute at the Luther Burbank Center to the late, great jazz pianist Vince Guaraldi, best known for his standard “Cast Your Fate to the Wind” and the musical score for the first 15 Peanuts TV cartoons. But Guaraldi’s finest work arguably included his introspective interpretations of “A Flower Is a Lovesome Thing” and other standards given a quiet Bill Evans treatment.

Let’s hope Winston settles into those.

OTHER UPCOMING LBC shows include performance artist Laurie Anderson’s Sept. 3 one-woman multimedia show “The Speed of Darkness,” a meditation on the future of society and technology; a program with crossover Christian rock band Jars of Clay on Sept. 23; ’60s folk legends Peter, Paul & Mary (still puffin’ that magic dragon) on Sept. 27; a performance by country crooner Trace Adkins on Oct. 7; bluegrass great John McCutcheon at a special family show on Oct. 10; an evening with Canadian songstress Anne Murray on Oct. 22; and a night with Irish pop and Celtic folk star Mary Black on Oct. 24.

If British reggae is your cup of tea, Pato Banton may be your man. Known for his positive, anti-drug messages and dance-hall grooves, Banton has contributed raps to reggae rockers UB40. He performs Sept. 11 at Petaluma’s Phoenix Theatre.

For a blast of unadulterated (albeit multi-hyphenated) roots rock, saddle up for the Mystic Theater in Petaluma on Sept. 13 for the return of NRBQ. OK, the big guy–telecaster master Al Anderson–left the band a couple of years ago, but anyone who caught NRBQ last year at Johnny Otis’ final Red Beans & Rice Festival knows that these guys can still rock–and get goofy with the best of them.

From the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Talking Pictures

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Battle Scenes

‘Saving Private Ryan’ gets warm, but vague reception at a high school reunion

By David Templeton

Writer David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. And sometimes not. This time out, he takes a vacation from movies and celebrities, traveling to Southern California for his unexpectedly surreal 20-year high school reunion. Amid hyper-nostalgic weirdness, our adventurous conversationalist discovers that everyone has something to say about the movies–even if it’s always the same thing.

Well, here I am.

Southern California, Long Beach, some big fancy hotel: the site of my 20th high school reunion, scheduled to begin at 6 p.m. sharp.

“Gosh, it’s 6:20,” observes my friend, Laura, as we drive up and take our place in line, waiting for a valet. Back in high school, Laura and I were best buds, inseparable members of that unofficial class of teenager known as ugly ducklings. We sat next to each other in numerous art classes, went to countless movies, dreamed aloud of the hopeful future. She married my best friend. Later they divorced. I haven’t seen her in almost 10 years, but here we are again. I’m crashing at her place in Irvine. Ted, her current husband, has bowed out of tonight’s festivities owing to a thrown back. He seemed almost grateful for the excuse to stay home. He’s evidently been to high school reunions.

I clamber from the car. My legs–noticeably stiff and vaguely numb–have yet to recover from the nine-hour drive down from the Bay Area. I cast a glance up and down the street, taking notice of the glittering marquee of a movie theater, just up the block. Six screens. Saving Private Ryan is playing on three of them; I can’t make out the rest.

It’s an encouraging sign. Literally. If the party gets too weird, there might still be time to catch a flick.

That, come to think of it, is what I did 20 years ago. On graduation night, I skipped the all-night class party and went to the movies with a few friends. Capricorn One. Opening night. During the big chase scene at the end, my date became so excited she spilled half a tub of popcorn in our laps. Those were the days.

“Welcome Downey High Class of ’78,” proclaims a large, conspicuous banner inside the hotel lobby. We follow the arrow, and a few moments later, step into a large room packed with 200 people, all of whom, curiously, have absolutely nothing in common with one another, beyond each being roughly 38 years old (there’s a thought) and having all once attended the same crumbling, suburban high school from which Karen and Richard Carpenter once graduated! At the check-in desk, we are given name tags that display our youthful 1978 yearbook photos, a cruel trick if ever there was one, but necessary if we were going to connect the people now schmoozing and preening around us to the people who once ignored us in the hallways.

“David Templeton,” calls out a voice. A short, burly man with an aggressive handshake comes up to chat. After peering at his photo, I recognize him as the little brother of the guy who used to dump me upside down in the trash can. When the conversation moves to the “So-what-do-you-do?” phase, I learn that he’s now a salesperson for a printing firm. Learning that I write about movies, he immediately says, “Wow. Have you seen Saving Private Ryan? What a movie!”

Agreeing that Steven Spielberg’s blockbuster World War II epic–about a group of soldiers risking their lives to locate one lost private–is possibly the best film of the summer, I ask what he liked best about it.

“Um,” he thinks. “It was so damn real, as close to being in actual combat as you can get without having to actually duck bullets.”

“Have you ever experienced actual combat?” I wonder.

“Well, no,” he says, “but that’s what I hear.” He wanders off.

I consult my little guidebooks, which list the names of the graduating class, along with a few personal statistics and a description of what each person has done over the last two decades. There are a surprising number of salespeople, teachers, “senior program analysts” (whatever those are), and law enforcement officers. There appears to be a trend among women to abandon careers in lower-middle management for stay-at-home mommyhood. One woman proudly lists the names of all nine of her children.

There are a few messages from classmates who couldn’t be here tonight. Scotty, who lists his occupation as “ranch hand,” says he’ll be busy this weekend weaning 1,500 lambs. Dennis, now residing in Oklahoma, says he will never set foot in California again because God is about to destroy the entire state, sinking it in the ocean, “up to the Arizona border.”

Laura–who now owns a successful graphic design company–spots an old friend, Teha, now the most popular art teacher in the city of Brea and, like Laura, still a knockout. In school, they used to delight in painting the doors of restrooms, changing the word WOMEN to WOMBATS.

“We’re going to go off and play spot-the-silicone,” announces Laura, and off they go to spy on one-time cheerleaders, as the DJ plays “You Light up My Life” for the second time, finishing out a set that included “Love Will Keep Us Together” by the Captain and Tenille and that disco version of the Star Wars theme song. No one seems to be dancing.

For the next two hours, I meander through the crowd, occasionally running into someone I actually remember. Some of the best conversations are held with the desperately bored spouses of Downey High graduates.

A pattern begins to emerge.

Every time a conversation turns to our current occupations, when my interest in movies is mentioned, my fellow conversationalists–with only one exception–are quick to bring up Saving Private Ryan.

“Man,” says Steve, a former water polo champion, now a bus driver. “What a movie. It’s almost like being right there on the front lines. Right there. Bullets whizzing past you. What a movie.”

Out of a dozen or so people who ask me about Ryan, only one person does not excitedly relate some version of the “next-best-thing-to-actual-warfare” remark. It’s as if they all studied the same notes for the Small Talk Test. The one dissenter, by the way–the girlfriend of a tall CPA I don’t remember at all–tells me that the movie, mainly, made her feel sad.

“It made me think about my life,” she tells me simply, her voice almost drowned out by the sounds of Queen’s “We Are the Champions.” “I thought about the sacrifices people have made for me, what my parents gave up to raise me, to send me to college. What some of my teachers went through to try to get me to shape up and make something of myself. The effort the doctors made to fix my leg after a car accident.

“The movie makes me feel that I have a responsibility to amount to something. Though I’m not sure I have yet,” she adds. She’s working on it, though. She goes on to say she’s just returned to school, with plans to become a nurse.

It’s approaching midnight.

Too late for a movie. A small band of us decide to walk down toward the beach. Later on we’ll end up at Denny’s, talking about everything but Saving Private Ryan.

“See you in 10 years,” someone shouts as we exit the ballroom.

Sure. Unless California’s sunk into the ocean by then, of course.

Web extra to the August 27-September 2, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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