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Appalling Stories: Excerpts

February 19, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

He wiped some sweat out of his eyes and tugged at the top of his body armor where it was pushing just a little too much into his throat. We were kneeling on the rocky ground between some low-growing vegetation. General Cardiff sat in on our discussion.

“Am I missing anything, sarge?” Lieutenant Kettering asked.

“No, sir. You’re doing fine,” I said.

Lieutenant Kettering and the two other troops would reconnoiter the Taliban from that hill. It would allow us to see the entire objective, verify the size of the forces there, how ready to defend they were, and it would allow us to verify that our preferred avenue of approach was clear. After that it would become an observation post during the assault.

“Just make sure you and your soldiers are careful,” the general said.

“Yes, sir,” Lieutenant Kettering said. “We are very safety-conscious.”

The general squinted at him. “I mean, you need to make sure your soldiers know not to endanger any of the local populace.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Lieutenant Kettering said again. “But we’re just doing reconnaissance right now, and our intelligence said there likely aren’t any civilians here.”

“Lieutenant Kettering, you can’t trust that intelligence is one hundred percent accurate,” the general told him, tapping his gloved left index finger on the bipod of his M4 carbine. “So you better make sure your troops are aware of civilian considerations. We’re here to serve the Afghan people.”

(Taken from Our Diversity Is Our Strength! by Paul Hair)

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Adam was about to send another blast in his fight against Oscar when something slammed into his back, shredding his shirt and ripping his flesh. The impact sent him tumbling through the sky. He quickly righted himself and zeroed in on what had hit him.

Adam raised his hands in time to shield his face from another swarm of Martin’s razor-like energy discs, but the blast knocked him backward again, slashing what remained of his shirt and cutting him further. Blood flowed from his front and back.

Adam fired back as Martin kept flying at him. He missed. Martin flew full speed into him, driving him farther backwards. Then the two men began grappling in the air.

Martin got a hand free and tried to blast Adam in the face. Adam dodged that. Oscar had maneuvered behind them and fired more light daggers. Some of them pounded into Adam’s spine and kidneys; others hit him in the head, snapping it forward.

(Taken from Mortal Gods: “Presidential Pardon” by Paul Hair.)

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These stories, along with eleven other hard-hitting tales of science fiction, satire, horror, and more are available in Appalling Stories: 13 Tales of Social Injustice!

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Book Review: 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos

February 15, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

I first heard of Professor Jordan B. Peterson the way many people have: I watched Cathy Newman’s disastrous interview where she deliberately misrepresented every one of his responses, requiring him to correct her time and time again with a level of patience and humor one rarely sees in such hostile circumstances. Then I saw some highlight reels of his lectures. Then people I liked and respected started to say good things about him. So I picked up Peterson’s book 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos and began reading.

It is, without doubt, the most frustrating book I’ve ever read.

Frustrating because I find myself wishing this book had come to me twenty years ago. Twenty-five years ago. But back then my head was so firmly wedged up my rear end that I would’ve scoffed at the book as unable to teach the brilliant me anything I didn’t know. So I’ve had to content myself with the acknowledgment that I’ve read the book today, in my middle years, and that it still taught me a great deal about myself, why I do what I do, and most importantly, how to change what I don’t like about myself. I wish I’d read it sooner.

Criticisms of the book include claims that Peterson’s maxims like Pursue what is meaningful (not what is expedient) and Do not let your children do anything that makes you dislike them are too simple, that all you need to do is look at the chapter headings and you’ve gotten as much as you need from the text. These criticisms miss the forest for the trees. Drawing on his clinical experience, his research, his life experience, and texts like Paradise Lost and The Brothers Karamazov (among many others), he supports these maxims with thoughtful foundations that not only lead you to wisdom, but show you a path to seek out further learning.

He acknowledges suffering in a deeply personal way, describing what he and his family have gone through, not to mention his patients. But he also shows a way past it, a way to overcome suffering through tiny victories that lead to larger ones. It’s this acknowledgment, this explanation that no matter what you’re suffering you’re not truly alone in the mass of anguished humanity, that really shines. He addresses lying to oneself and lying to others as a terrible, soul-destroying poison in Rule 8: Tell the truth – or, at least, don’t lie; the seething anger of mass murderers (and those who idolize them) in Rule 6: Set your house in perfect order before you criticize the world; toxic relationships in Rule 3: Make friends with people who want the best for you; and many other subjects.

As a long-time student of the interpretation of body language, I found this statement of his fascinating: “Much of what we consider healthy mental function is the result of our ability to use the reactions of others to keep our complex selves functional. We outsource the problem of our sanity.”

This one was another favorite (over a thousand other people also found it meaningful): “It is far better to render Beings in your care competent than to protect them.” Excellent advice, particularly for parents. (There’s a reason why the term Being is capitalized. Read the book to find out.)

After I read the book, I looked back at the Cathy Newman interview and found that Peterson indeed practices what he preaches. The most remarkable moment in the interview is at 22:11, when Newman asks the patently ludicrous question, “Why should your right to freedom of speech trump a trans person’s right not to be offended?” Peterson’s answer is both pointed and poignant when he says, “Look at the conversation we’re having right now. You’re certainly willing to risk offending me in the pursuit of truth. Why should you have the right to do that? It’s been rather uncomfortable.” That simple honesty, that acknowledgment of discomfort, is something you almost never see in an interview. And Newman literally had no answer to it.

Improvement demands discomfort. Even pain. But you don’t have to bull your way through it alone. That’s where 12 Rules for Life comes in. You don’t have to agree with all of it, but you will come out the other end a lot smarter and wiser than you did before you cracked the book. How often can you say that about anything you read?

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Three Brief Movie Reviews

February 6, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

Like you, I saw the trailer for the movie The Snowman and thought: awesome! Creepy and frightening. Then the reviews came in, and they were near-universally negative. Everyone hated it. Still, I figured that I’d see for myself; after all, I’ve really liked a bunch of terrible stuff and loathed some quite popular stuff. I mean, how bad could it be?

Well, The Snowman wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good, either. I’m generally pretty terrible when it comes to guessing the murderer in whodunit-style movies, but I figured out who the villain was less than halfway through. Every actor except for Michael Fassbender was wasted in thankless, minor roles, from Chloe Sevigny to Val Kilmer to J.K. Simmons. I got the impression that the film was the Cliffs Notes version of the novel, with important parts glossed over, red herrings unfished-for, and subplots ignored completely. They did the worst job possible dubbing in Val Kilmer’s lines (I know the man was recovering from cancer treatment, but his two-minute role would have been better played by someone who could talk). Everything seemed freezing cold, but the filmmakers completely eliminated all cultural references to Norway, giving the viewer no sense of place. I was entertained, but not thrilled. I’m sure the book was better. If you’re going to do a Harry Hole movie, why not do another series like Wallander or something and sell it to Netflix?

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For a more subtle sort of zombie apocalypse film, you need look no further than Here Alone, which is light on the zombies but heavy on the drama. Much of the movie is focused on protagonist Ann, who lost her husband and child in the chaos of a viral zombie apocalypse and is just doing what she can to survive day to day in the Pacific Northwest. (Like so many of us, I guess.) Lucy Walters as Ann carries the role with a skillful mixture of pathos and bloody-mindedness. Despite having lost everything, she’s a survivor. How she came to be alone is told in flashbacks, some of which are terribly wrenching and hard to watch. Her carefully-balanced existence is, of course, upended when a couple of other people wander in, and things shake out more or less the way you’d expect in a movie like this. If everybody got along, it’d be pretty boring. Nevertheless, there are some surprises here and there, particularly the ending, which makes little sense even with the attempt to bolster character motivations in flashbacks. That was the part I didn’t like so much. Overall, though, I’m glad I watched it. It’s a good movie.

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I’ll round out the roundup with another apocalyptic film, The Survivalist. No zombies here: just some kind of dreadful end of civilization catastrophe that may or may not be centered around an environmental event or other. Too much fossil fuels, I guess. Or everyone ate too many Tide pods. Martin McCann plays the unnamed, eponymous Survivalist, a man with a tiny farm in the middle of nowhere. He kills the foragers who come to raid his farm, jerks off into plant seedlings, and doesn’t say a word for the first 17 minutes of the film. Then, as is too often the case, a couple of other people wander in, and his carefully-balanced existence is upended. Whoa. Déjà vu. Anyway, the movie’s a lot better than I’m making it seem. The characters have to make terrible choices: trading sex for a bowl of soup, who to murder and who not to murder, and who’s more important: lover or mother. It’s terribly grim despite the beautiful Irish scenery, with tall grass and meadows and lots of rain. The performances are excellent, with actors conveying great affect in expressions and shared looks. You can’t expect happy endings in movies like this, but perhaps you can hope for a less-terrible tomorrow. Do you get that in The Survivalist? You’ll have to watch it to find out. And you should watch it.

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My Ghost Story in Issue #2 of Creators Unite Magazine

January 29, 2018 by David Dubrow 3 Comments

My story A Haunting in Pennsylvania is featured in Creators Unite #2, The Woman Power Issue!

Creators Unite is a magazine that fuses horror, art, and culture, focusing on independent voices and original content. Inside you’ll see interviews with actresses Kelli Maroney (Night of the Comet), Maria Olsen (Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief), Denise Gossett (Get the Gringo); movie reviews; original articles; a tribute to model Kreepazoid Kelly; my story A Haunting in Pennsylvania; an amazing art gallery, and a whole lot more.

Click here to read Creators Unite #2 absolutely free of charge!

I’m as surprised as you are that I’m in a publication that has anything to do with woman power, but hey, I’ll take it. Do you like ghost stories? Who doesn’t! A Haunting in Pennsylvania takes the traditional ghost story and turns it inside out in a way you’ll never forget. And the best part is, there’s pictures!

This is a quality magazine, one I’m proud to be part of. Check it out.

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Bits and Pieces 1/26/2018

January 26, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

I’ve (hopefully) got something really good coming next week, but for today you’ve got some bits and pieces. Normally I’m more on the ball with my posting schedule, but the flu season this year has hit Chez Dubrow like a sledgehammer filled with snot to the sinuses, so we’re all in recovery mode.

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On the heels of the Tolkien/Lewis book I read not long ago, I finished Alister McGrath’s C.S. Lewis – A Life: Eccentric Genius, Reluctant Prophet. This biography focuses on Lewis’s fiction, Christian apologetic writings, literary criticism, and his other scholarly works as a way of helping us understand him. Despite that, it’s not a dry account by any means. It’s a loving but warts-and-all portrayal, showing us a brilliant man who, like all of us, had flaws that he tried to overcome, with varying degrees of success. There’s a bit of an overemphasis on date placement, with much of one chapter devoted to proving that Lewis’s stated year of conversion from atheism to Christianity is incorrect, but it doesn’t muddle the content too terribly. There’s so much I didn’t know about Lewis that I do now, including his friendship with J.R.R. Tolkien (and how it fell apart), his WWII radio addresses, his unusual relationship with Mrs. Moore, and his employment at both Oxford and Cambridge, among others. Altogether an amazing book. I’ve said many times that the Narnia novels were the first books I read as a child, and I can’t help but thank Lewis as the writer who connected me with a universe of true wonder and sparked a love of fantasy that I’ll always possess.

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We need to have a talk about coffee. Well, not coffee so much as coffee culture. And not even coffee culture per se, but a certain aspect of it that I find inexplicable. I’m rather headache-prone, so I avoid all forms of caffeine as much as I can, but I do enjoy decaffeinated coffee on the weekends. (Yes, I know decaf has some caffeine in it, but not anywhere near as much as high-test.) And I’m a morning person! I know, I know. It’s a curse. Other people drink regular coffee, and I don’t care. I also don’t care that plenty of people need that coffee to get up in the morning. I do my thing, you do your thing, and we can all get along.

What I don’t understand is this bizarre enjoyment people take in explaining that they’re going to be assholes until they’ve had their cup of joe. We’ve all seen the memes: Don’t Speak to Me Until I’ve Had My First Cup. I Drink Coffee for Your Protection. Bring Me the Coffee and Back Away Slowly. Etc, etc. You need coffee. I get it. I don’t get the cheerful advertisement that your body is in such a state that you’re unable to function as a mature, well-adjusted adult until you’ve had a morning stimulant. You don’t need to be ashamed, but it’s not something to be proud of, either. Take a bennie like normal people.

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An Appalling Interview

January 18, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

Christian Toto interviewed Paul Hair, Ray Zacek, and yours truly on his site Hollywood in Toto:

HiT: “Bake Me a Cake” is ripped directly from the headlines with a sneaky twist. Can you share why you decided to tackle that topic head on?

Dave Dubrow: A writer friend suggested the idea behind Bake Me a Cake some time ago: a story about a mom-and-pop bakery asked to do “The Aristocrats” of cakes. He/She requested that he/she remain anonymous, which is one of the reasons why Appalling Stories is necessary: the far-left stranglehold on publishing is so pervasive and frightening that even moderately left-wing writers avoid controversial subjects for fear of social and professional backlash.

I had to write the story because the underlying concept behind it is playing itself out right now in the real world, and it’s as ludicrous as any fiction you can bring to mind. Sweet Cakes by Melissa has been ordered to pay $135,000 in emotional damages to a lesbian couple for not baking them a wedding cake.

The plaintiffs’ hurt fee-fees are more important than the First Amendment to the Constitution.

Read the whole thing here!

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"Squop chicken? I never get enough to eat when I eat squop chicken. I told you that when we sat down. You gotta give me that. I told you when we sat down, I said frankly I said this is not my idea of a meal, squop chicken. I'm a big eater." --John O'Hara, BUtterfield 8

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When are you assholes going to understand that this stupidity doesn't work any longer? Nobody gives much of a damn if you think we're sexist because we don't want to see a movie you think we should see. It only makes us dislike you that much more, and you started out being an unlikable asshole. Find a new way to shame normal people.

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Rest in peace, René Auberjonois. I remember you from Benson as a kid. As an adult, I remember you as Janos Audron in the Legacy of Kain video game series. You made every role you were in a classic.

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8-year-old: I wrote the elf a note! I hope he writes back.
Me: What did you write?
8yo: I asked if he has any friends.
Me: What if he says it's none of your business?
8yo: *eyes grow dark and glittering* Then I'll...touch him.
Me: Ah. Mutually assured destruction, then.

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Me: No way!
8yo: And girls saw.
Me: That's not right. They're not going to hold a kid back a whole year over that.
8yo: Well, that's what he told me.
Me: Sounds fishy.
8yo: I believe him.
~fin~

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