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Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

Necessary insignificance

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Hendrik Hertzberg's "Talk of the Town" piece on Harriet Miers is well worth reading in full. It concludes:

Sinking Miers's nomination would give Democrats the satisfaction of dealing Bush a defeat while at the same time striking a blow against the intellectual degradation of the Court. But Bush's next nominee would almost certainly be both more distinguished and more provably, fearsomely right wing. To fracture the formula of a founding father of modern conservatism, mediocrity in the defense of moderation isn't much of a vice. And excellence in the pursuit of extremism is certainly no virtue.

However the Miers nomination turns out, the fact that Bush submitted it is an unflattering reflection on his character. In the Federalist No. 76, Alexander Hamilton writes that the Senate's role in confirming appointments is designed to make the President

both ashamed and afraid to bring forward, for the most distinguished or lucrative stations, candidates who had no other merit than that of coming from the same State to which he particularly belonged, or of being in some way or other personally allied to him, or of possessing the necessary insignificance and pliancy to render them the obsequious instruments of his pleasure.
Hamilton was no naïf about human nature, but in the present case his formula seems to have underestimated the Presidential capacity for both shamelessness and—well, courage isn't quite the right word. Arrogance.  [full article]
That's a mild word for it.
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Proof

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I received my page proofs for "Inclination," my Asimov's story, in the mail last night. Damn, [info]asphalteden, but you run a tight ship! I appreciate having precise instructions on how to mark the copy.

Rereading parts of the story on the train this morning, there were certainly sentences I wanted to tear down and rebuild from scratch. (Don't worry, Brian—I will resist manfully.) But I was relieved to see that the story could still hold my interest.

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Keep your friends close

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Laura and I, like many of you, are listening to the president nominate his White House counsel, who has never served as a judge, to the Supreme Court, and we are feeling angry and nauseated.

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Terror in the air-er

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Call me an ice-veined flyer, but I really want to see both Red Eye and Flightplan. Had a chance to see the latter for free last week and missed it. Kicking self now.

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Roger Ebert points out to us today that "The Greatest Game Ever Played was a game of golf, in case you thought your team might have been involved." Ha.

Laura and I saw a preview screening of The Greatest Game Ever Played Monday night. Structurally it was a mess—the first third or so succumbs to the lack of clarity about people, places, and relationships that seems to plague based-on-a-true-story period pieces. But even so, we both found the movie unexpectedly involving, and by the end we were both so caught up in the final match that we were clutching each other and applauding.

Bill Paxton's direction* calls maybe too much attention to itself, particularly in flashy CGI shots that follow golf balls along their dizzying trajectories, and Shia "Café" LaBeouf is good but not distinguised in the lead role. What makes the movie gripping, though, is that the showdown is between two very likeable characters who respect each other, either of whom we would be happy to see win.

Anyway, if you don't mind a blatantly manipulative, crowd-pleasing, feel-good historical golf epic, you'll probably enjoy this. We did.


If you like a good, dark, thoughtful thriller that successfully wrestles with Big Questions, see Bill Paxton's directorial debut, Frailty. It's harrowing. Highly recommended.

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Our own [info]bobhowe, if you didn't know, can now have the descriptor anthologist extraordinaire prepended to his name, as in anthologist extraordinaire Robert J. Howe.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, pop over to his place and get in line for some Coney Island Wonder Stories.

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They were splashier too

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Hey, [info]bobhowe informs me that another of my submissions made it to Overheard in New York. Cool.

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But it *is* a life sentence

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Saw a kid on the subway the other day wearing a great T-shirt:

STUPIDITY IS NOT A CRIME... ...so you're free to go.
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It's a sad failing of mine, I know, but I'm afraid I can't get out of everyone's way at once.

This is only a problem because you wouldn't let me get to the empty space at the center of the train.

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See, if you would move into the empty space at the center of the train, I wouldn't have to bump you trying to get to the empty space at the center of the train myself.

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