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Indian Summer Holiday: Part Three Of Two*

All right, all right, I know I said that I wouldn’t post any more about our recent holiday (it’s mere footsteps away from blogging about what I had for lunch, I know)… but I forgot to share one picture.

What do you think this is ? Apart from what a policeman would call ‘probable cause’, I mean…

Well, yes, we all know what it looks like, but it’s far more innocently than it appears: as mad as it may seem, the above is how the HHI Hotel in Varanasi provides you with in-room powdered milk for making tea and coffee.

Whilst I’ve – ahem – been known to avail myself of the little shampoo and shower gel bottles you get in hotel bathrooms, I’d certainly think twice about nicking the HHI’s in-room powdered milk. I mean, imagine the reaction if customs search your luggage.

“And what’s this, sir?”
“Um, I think it’s Coffee-Mate, but it could be Marvel – some kind of powdered milk, anyway.”
“Of course, sir. Would you like to come into this back room for a humiliating strip search?”

*This numbering system is valid, by the way – both Douglas Adams and Mad magazine have used it, so it must be all right.

Indian Summer Holiday: Part Two Of Two

Previously in the blog: on their rather belated honeymoon, Mr and Mrs Soanes have arrived in the Indian holy city of Varanasi, in time for the 2009 total eclipse of the sun. Now read on…

Varanasi – also known as Benares – is one of the holiest cities to followers of Hinduism. The belief is that if you die in Varanasi, you’ll be released from the wheel of life, and instead of being reincarnated, you head on to … well, a better place.

The River Ganges runs through the heart of the city, and the faithful come to bathe in it from many miles around, as you can see:

Just a little further along the river from these pictures, on what are known as the ghats, cremations are held; the bodies are wrapped in white burial shrouds and a fire is lit (accelerated with large amounts of clarified butter), and the deceased is cremated. It’s seen as disrespectful to take pictures of the cremations, so we didn’t – but I was particularly interested to find out that the cremations are supervised by one family, who make a considerable amount of money from this, but because of their bottom-rung status in the very strict caste system, are seen as ‘untouchables’. I can’t imagine people of such obvious wealth being social pariahs in the same way in the west, and a part of me almost prefers the fact that money, rarely, isn’t the yardstick of a person’s standing… I said almost.

Every night in Varanasi, they hold a ceremony to honour the sunset – and, I suspect, to seek its rise the following morning – on the banks of the Ganges. We were able to attend this the night before the eclipse, and had really rather good seats, as you can see…


But we were up early the next morning to see the solar eclipse. The sun was due to start being obscured around 5.30am, and so we were up at stupid o’clock to see it, but I have to say it was worth it. And many other people clearly thought this, too – there were thousands of people on the banks of the Ganges to watch it:

As I say, it was well worth seeing, and being where we were for one of the longest eclipses expected in the next century or so was pretty startling. By now you’ve probably seen the footage of the eclipse (most of which was filmed where we were, as many other areas had cloud cover spoiling the event), but in case you haven’t, here are a couple of snaps…

One just before –

– and a couple during the eclipse itself (slightly distorted by the effect of the camera, I think, but you get the general idea):



It was, in a very real sense of the word, amazing to behold, and at the moment the moon completed obscured the sun, a gasp-stroke-cheer went up from the crowd, myself included. It was genuinely startling to see, and I have to admit there was a tiny part of me that wondered if the sun was going to come back out… and I wasn’t alone; Varanasi is one of the cities devoted to the god Shiva, who’s linked with the sun, and so when the sun started to emerge once again, the cheer that went up made it like being at a football ground when the home team has just scored; people were very happy indeed.

The path of the moon over the sun was pretty much from NNE to SSW, but oddly enough the local papers reported it with the following pictures:


Hmm. Looks like the press are pretty much the same the world over, eh ?

That’s probably enough self-indulgent posting for today, so I’ll stop taking up bandwidth; if you get the opportunity to visit India, though, I heartily recommend it – there’s something overwhelming to all the senses about the immensely busy cities, but the way religion is such a strong part of daily life is almost refreshing, and I found the history and scenery really interesting. It’s very apparent that there’s an enormous amount of poverty – oddly counterpointed by adverts by expensive consumer durables, both on TV and in the teeming streets – so I was kind of mindful of being a ‘poverty tourist’, if you know what I mean. That said, it is, from the admittedly small section of the north of the country we saw, quite fascinating, and we plan to go back.

Okay, I’ll shut up about India now. The usual self-absorption and snark will return tomorrow.

Indian Summer Holiday: Day One Of Two

Well, like a character from a 1970s sitcom, I’m now going to inflict my holiday pictures on you.

However, as they’re not only my holiday, but the rather belated honeymoon of myself and Mrs S, and furthermore they include a total eclipse of the Sun in addition to lots of other sights in India, I hope you’ll indulge me… and if not, well, this shameless use of bandwidth will be over by Monday. Honest.

Okay, so we started off in Delhi, where they have a long tradition of blowing into a Butternut Squash to charm cobras:

A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Comedy.

But seriously ladies and gents, one thing which came over very strongly was just how strongly interwoven religious belief is with Indian life – as you can see from the following, which we spotted on the landing in our hotel:
No vase of flowers in the Hotel Gautam in Delhi, they instead have a statue of the deity Ganesh. Newly adorned with flowers and saffron too – Ganesh is the god to whom you traditionally make requests and/or offerings at the start of an endeavour, so I like to think that the hotel had started the day off by freshening up the accoutrements around Ganesh.

After a day or two looking at temples in Delhi, we moved on to Agra, where you can see the Taj Mahal (as evinced in this post). The thing about the Taj Mahal is, it was built by the Shah Jahan as a monument to the memory of his favourite wife Mumtaz Mahal, but he was never actually able to set foot in it while he was alive; his third-eldest son, keen to become king, killed his elder siblings and imprisoned his father in a fort in Agra. No, I know, not the most persuasive approach to get Dad to let you take over the family business, and just to make it even worse, the rogue son imprisoned Shah Jahan where he could see the Taj Mahal being completed – here’s the view from Shah Jahan’s quarters in the Agra Fort:

Kids can be so ungrateful, can’t they? Tch.

After Agra, we travelled by overnight sleeper train (mercifully air conditioned – I haven’t mentioned it, but apart from the occasional bursts of monsoon-style rain, it was very hot) to Varanasi, the holy city on the Ganges where we planned to watch the eclipse – a full solar eclipse was predicted for 22 July, with five minutes or so of totality. One of the best for the next hundred years or so, they suggested… and on that almost cliffhangery notes of built anticipation, I’ll leave you.

Second and final part of this brief summary tomorrow.!

Mind You, Which Of Us Hasn’t Wondered What Our Teenage Selves Would Make Of Who We Are Now ?

For reasons far too obscure to mention, I was trading silly e-mails with m’colleague when Feargal Sharkey was mentioned, specifically his hit A Good Heart. Feargal, as you may know, is now a spokesperson for the UK record industry, often quoted in debates about piracy and the like.

Of course he’s not the only person from an entertainment background to have taken an interesting career turn – bestselling science writer Michael White used to be a member of the 80s group Thompson Twins (leaving before their success), and if you’ve ever wondered where Bob ‘Spit The Dog’ Carolgees is now… well, I don’t know about you, but I didn’t expect him to be “just off the B5152 from Frodsham to Delamere”.

Life, I feel, often takes us strange places, to do things we could never have guessed at. Not that I’d ever have it any other way, of course.

I’ll Be Honest: If You’re Not Interested In Comics And / Or Intellectual Property Issues, This May Not Be The Post For You

There’s a currently a lot of excitement in the comic world following the announcement last week that Marvel Comics has purchased the rights to the character Marvelman.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the character – and that’d be understandable, as he’s had only two main bursts of popularity, in the 1950s and then the 1980s – the hook of the character is that he’s Mickey Moran, a young orphan who, by saying the word ‘kimota’ (read it backwards to see the origin of that word), tranforms into a Superman-level superhero, with great strength and the power to fly and all that.

In the original incarnation in the 1950s, Moran was a child, but in the celebrated 1980s revival, Mike Moran was an adult who had only vague memories of having been Marvelman, and the 1980s run showed what happened when he remembered who he’d been, and set out to find why and how he’d forgotten (amongst many other things). As you can tell, the revived version was a lot more reality-based, and indeed was one of the comics during this decade which genuinely pursued the idea of ‘superheroes in the real world’, along with Watchmen, which you’ll be unsurprised to hear was written by the same chap.

Since the early 1990s, the Marvelman character has been trapped in an insanely convoluted tangle of ownership and copyright disputes; I won’t go into them here, though I like to think I’m fairly well-versed in who owned what percentage of it and when (if indeed any of them ever did after the original publication run ended – that’s the kind of uncertainty that reigns), to the extent that on occasion when I’ve been having trouble getting to sleep, I’ve been known to run through the ownership issues in my mind. I’m not proud of that, but believe me, once you get to the late 1980s or so in reviewing the copyright ownership of Marvelman, the brain tends to shut down out of sheer bewilderment and sleep is pretty much inevitable.

Anyway, one of the stranger aspects of the whole messy business is the fact that, as demonstrated by the fact that the above-linked announcement was made at all, Marvelman was not published by Marvel Comics. In fact, at the time the character was first in print, I don’t think Marvel as an entity actually existed (they came into being in the 1960s if memory serves), but there wasn’t any kind of legal objection from Marvel until the late 1980s – the argument being (logically enough) that it might be believed that Marvelman was a Marvel character. This led to the suspension of the revived series for a while, under the cloud of legal uncertainty (Marvel, unlike the then-publishers of Marvelman, had lots of money to spend on lawyers) until the character’s 1980s stories were first reprinted and then continued in a series published in the USA, but for the sake of legal safety the character was renamed Miracleman.

This, of course, removes the oomph of it being a revival of a beloved 1950s character, and all the callbacks to the original series become fairly meaningless and robbed of their narrative power. Imagine if the recent TV series had been called Bottlestore Galaxion for legal reasons, and you get an idea of how the ‘impressive revamp of a slightly cheesy old idea’ was weakened. Add in the fact that a character called Miracleman had actually appeared a few years previously – albeit for a mere handful of panels – in a comic which actually was published by Marvel comics, and was by the very same creative team as was handling Marvelman at the time Marvel was sending letters threatening legal action in the 1980s, and I think that you can see how fractal and recursive and frankly bonkers the whole situation is.

So, under the name Miracleman, the series ran into the 1990s, until the publisher went belly-up, precipitating even more confusion about who owned the copyrights on the characters. These stories were very well-received, and were written by Alan Moore and Neil Gaiman, whose names are well-known outside of the comics world; you know those films V For Vendetta, Coraline and Stardust? Based on their work (to varying degrees of success, but we all know that’s often the case with adaptations). The copyright uncertainties meant that the single-volume reprints of these stories went out of print pretty swiftly, so they remain more of a legend than a known quantity for a lot of comic readers – though the pedigree of the writers, and the artists (Garry Leach, Alan Davis, Rick Veitch, John Totleben and Mark Buckingham, to name but a lot) has meant that a lot of people are keen to see the stories brought back into print.

It’s far from clear from Marvel’s press release whether they actually have the rights to reprint the Moore-Gaiman era of the character, though the pictures on the above-linked page suggest not; the symbol on his chest is different from the 1980s-era image I’ve reproduced here (of which, more in a moment), and the fact that the release refers to Mick Anglo, the character’s creator and original writer/artist makes me suspect not. There have been suggestions that Marvel will be talking to the various writers and artists who’ve worked on the book; Marvel has a good relationship with Neil Gaiman, and as far as I know pretty decent relations with Alan Davis and Rick Veitch, and as the very talented John Totleben is unfortunately suffering from a degenerative eye condition (a horrible thing to happen to anyone, and made all the more vicious a twist of fate by the fact that Totleben’s artwork is so detailed) may mean that he’d be amenable to his work being reprinted if permission was sought.

Writer Alan Moore has a much more chequered history of relations with Marvel, to put it mildly, and although things appeared to be thawing slightly recently when he agreed to let them reprint his Captain Britain run in a collected volume (including the ‘Miracleman’ panels alluded to above), even that was soured by a production error which meant that a note giving a specific creative credit at Moore’s request, was left out of the reprint. Still, it was suggested that Moore had agreed to the reprint in the first place to enable his co-creators to earn royalties from sales of the collected volume, so there remains a possibility that he’d be willing to let Marvel reprint it, though the fact that they’re the same company whose actions caused the strip to first be suspended, and then undergo a name change, could well cast a cloud over the discussion (I think it would for me, frankly).

There’s a fair amount of excitement about the prospect of these comics being reprinted, which I can fully understand, but I’m not entirely sure if they’d be republished in a straightforward fashion, for the following reasons:

– Firstly, as you can see from the panel above, the re-named reprints of the series would need to be re-lettered to give the characters back their original names. A minor-ish task, I’d imagine, but still something that would need doing, and I don’t know if Marvel – or anyone else – would have easy access to the original artwork, or film of the art, to do that in a professional way.

– Secondly, and also visible from the panel I’ve reproduced, whilst the original chapters of the revived series were in black and white, the US reprints of the series were coloured (the vast majority of US comics are in colour). And as you can see above, they were not coloured very well – our hero appears to be flying from SatsumaWorld to a Mr Greedy-shaded planet, though at least he’ll fit in there, as he’s the same colour. Again, re-colouring the strips shouldn’t be a particularly challenging task, though it inevitably raises the question of who the colourist should be, and the opening chapters by Garry Leach are so obviously oriented to black and white that you could argue that they shouldn’t be coloured at all.

– Thirdly, and oddly enough this is the topic I have seen least discussed online, is the issue of content; a lot of the revived series was adult in tone – the final chapters of the second volume feature scenes of graphic childbirth, and there’s an issue in the third book which is based around a disturbing depiction of a supervillain running amok in London – he doesn’t rob a few banks and then kidnap the hero’s girlfriend and sit and wait to be beaten up and arrested, he turns the place into a burning, blood-drenched laboratory of cruelty and destruction, with human skins flapping from flagpoles as maimed children traipse the streets screaming for their parents (okay, I’m working from memory there, but do you get the idea that there was imagery in the issue which stuck in my mind?). It’s genuinely unsettling stuff, and made all the more so by the fact that the story’s heroes don’t behave wildly nobly in order to defeat their enemy – for these gods, it seems their Olympus will be built on a foundation of death and destruction.

Is this, do you think, something that Marvel comics is likely to publish without any changes? It’s a far from easy fit into their existing ‘universe’ (Spider-Man, Hulk, Iron Man et al), and looks far more like a ‘mature readers’ title, and given the way that the stories ended, it’s not able to be set in the ‘Marvel Universe’ generally, as events in the title clearly place it in a very different setting. So even if Marvel do have the rights to reprint the existing revived material, would they do so without editing it? And if they did, would they then continue to use the character? And would that be in a more mainstream manner, or similarly adult-themed? For consistency, you’d imagine the latter, but Marvel’s not as oriented to comics for older readers as its competitor DC, and it would be moderately pointless to bother acquiring the character only to put him on the margins. Though of course having the material from the 1980s onwards just in reprint form would be a good earner in itself.

Given the use of the 1950s version of the character’s logo and the comments from Mick Anglo in the press release, my gut feeling is that Marvel have bought the rights to reprint stories of the original incarnation of Marvelman, and possibly to create new stories featuring him, though possibly not ones which continue from, or encroach on, the Moore-Gaiman work. The original stuff is quite charming, and fun, but I have to say I’m far from sure how much appeal it would have to modern readers, unless Marvel were to pitch it to a younger audience (which wouldn’t be a bad thing; there are too many comic readers my age, and not enough new readers coming in).

My suspicion is that Marvel have bought the rights to the Mick Anglo version of the character and nothing else, and that it may well be a case of ‘a sprat to catch a mackerel’ – starting off an involvement with the character, with an aim of trying to get full ownership (which would seem possible as Marvel have previously paid Neil Gaiman for work via the company Marvels and Miracles LLC, which Gaiman set up with the stated aim of resolving the issue of copyright of Marvelman), and the rights to reprint the work by Moore and Gaiman.

That’s my guess, anyway – but I’m open to counter-speculation or correction, especially on any of the facts which I’ve outlined in my semi-history given above; I like to think I know a fair amount about this subject, but I’m all too willing to believe that I’ve got confused on more than one point.

Let’s face it, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Swiping From The Thieves, Perhaps?

Those of you who’ve been reading this blog for longer than is recommended under HM Government health guidelines may vaguely recall this post, in which I (rather clumsily, now I re-read it) suggested that the scams of the TV Series Hustle appeared to extend to the meta-theft of the tagline from the film Bowfinger.

Well now, take a look at this film poster which I saw repeatedly whilst in India last week:

From the USA to the UK and now on to India, this phrase seems to be making its way round the globe in an easterly direction … if you spot a version of it from Japan, do let me know.

At Least One Of You Is Demonstrably, Provably, Better Than Me. Come On, Admit It. I Can Take It.

I have to admit I’m kind of surprised how few people I’ve seen blogging (or otherwise writing online) about having made it through to the Workshop stage of the CBBC Writing Competition.

Can it be that nobody with an online presence has made it into the final numbers ? I should be fairly surprised if that’s the case, but then again, maybe the winners spend less time online and more time on writing… hmm, there may be some kind of notion there. Ah, I’m sure it’s nothing.

Anyway, if you – or anyone you know – has been invited to the workshop (which, I suddenly realise, is taking place this very day), do let me know, I’d be keen to know how it went.

And finally on this topic, if you haven’t already seen it, there’s a post on the BBC Writersroom blog which gives more information about the judging process for the competition, how many entries there were, and the like, which I think is worth a look (including the comments – the original poster, Paul Ashton, returned to reply to comments from entrants).

On The Other Hand, I May Just Be Relieved That The Oft-Suggested Mel Gibson Version Didn’t Materialise

It’s been a bit of a frenzied few days in terms of pop culture news, what with the San Diego Comic-Con taking place, but I think one of the more interesting items that’s floated out has been the trailer for the AMC/ITV remake of The Prisoner, starring Ian McKellen and Jim Caviezel.

Here, have a look:

It appears more obviously action-oriented than the original version, but it looks as if they’ve genuinely tried just not to lean on the goodwill people might have towards the McGoohan version, but instead to come up with a story in its own right. I mean, I’m far from certain there’s any kind of burning need to redo the show in the first place, but at least there seems to be have been some effort put into this one (yes, The Avengers film, I’m looking at you).

Actually, thinking about it, there was an interview with Bill Gallagher, the writer of the new version in the Writers’ Guild GB magazine, UK Writer, a couple of months ago – and lo and behold, it’s online here. It does seem to show he took it seriously, which is reassuring.

Anyway, it could be awful, but for the moment, I’m cautiously optimistic. Given ITV’s current financial troubles, lord only knows when it’ll air here in the UK (it’s a USA-UK co-production), but on the basis of the trailer, I’ll probably give it a go.

A tip of the hat to Dan Owen, whose excellent blog Dan’s Media Digest was where I found this video. His original posting of it can be seen here – and while you’re there, have a look around. He’s a very good writer, and there are many things there to enjoy.

On The Rack Next To The Design Featuring Bart Simpson Smoking A Reefer

Perhaps it says more about me than anything else, but doesn’t the Allergy UK Seal Of Approval look like the sort of thing you’d expect to see on the front of a t-shirt?

One of those t-shirts they sell on Oxford Street, 3 for £12?

All right, a tenner for the lot, but I’m making a loss here. Tell your friends, all right? We’ve got a new batch of I Love The Pope – The Pope Smokes Dope shirts in, and the kids always love them.

He’s Back… And You Never Even Noticed He Was Gone

Well, the ongoing updates here should have meant that you didn’t even know I was on holiday – that’s a professional level of service, I know – but I have been, and now I’m back.

Where was I, you ask? I’m glad you asked…

That’s right, Mrs Soanes and I went on a rather belated honeymoon to India. I’ll post more pictures, and some simply gripping travellers’ tales, over the next few days.

In the meantime, you may have seen about the longest total solar eclipse of the sun this century which took place this week. We were there, and it was awe-inspiring; our view of it, over the Ganges in Varanasi, was as you can see at about 0’29” in this BBC video:

Because, y’know, nothing says ‘romantic honeymoon’ better than the sun turning black and darkness cloaking the face of the earth.

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