Richard Toronto worked for years on a biography of Richard Shaver, the curious writer whose stories about caverns, ancient machines, and the notorious dero had such an impact on early ufology and on science fiction.  The result, War Over Lemuria, has now been published by McFarland, and is racking up good reviews.  So much material had to be cut, however, that he followed up with a companion volume, Shaverology.  Richard, knowing that I’ve long been interested in Shaver, kindly sent me a copy.

Shaverology is not a biography, but a collection of Shaver goodies; it presupposes a familiarity with the first book, or at least with Shaver’s life.  There’s much in here not only about the “Shaver Mystery,” as his stories about the caves came to be known, but on his fan club, his failed publishing company, and his obsession with picture rocks; as well as photos, letters, reprints of rare pamphlets, poetry, artwork, clippings, and much more.  Ray Palmer, Shaver’s editor, friend, and sometime nemesis, is also in evidence, with chapters on his editorial hoaxes (he liked to invent contributors, complete with fake bios and photos), his predictions, his numerous magazines — even how he came to have a DC superhero named after him.  I was particularly happy to see material by Shaver’s wife Dorothy, by his old friends Richard Horton and W. G. Bliss, and by his daughter Evelyn Bryant.

Both the science fiction and the UFO community have long been dismissive of Shaver; he has, unexpectedly, been more popular in the art world, with exhibits of his paintings and rock photos.  As I’ve pointed out before, you need not accept his claims to find him an endearing original, imaginative and soulful.

I’ve occasionally posted about Shaver on this site; here, for example, is one of his paintings.  For more on War Over Lemuria and Shaverology, please visit Richard’s website.

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The fourth and final volume of Captain Cap is now available from Black Scat Books.  In these sixteen stories, Alphonse Allais’s hard-drinking polymath proposes crocodile bridges, volatile ink, the kangacycle, smell-buoys, and much more.  Captain Cap, first published in 1902, and continually popular in France, has previously been translated into Czech, Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese, but never before into English.  Now, with this last volume, every last drop is available to anglophones.

This edition is translated, illustrated, introduced and annotated by Doug Skinner.  It has been published by Black Scat in an edition of 125 copies.  Set sail with the Captain!

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Oh boy!  Oulipo Pornobongo 2 is now out, chockablock with smut and recreational linguistics.  This one features work by Opal Louis Nations, Farewell Debut, D.S. Macpherson, Thaddeus Rutkowski, Giovanni Zuniga, Derek Pell, Roger Leatherwood, Eckhard Gerdes and others.  I contribute a song, an acrostic about mating dachshunds, a translation of an 1885 story by Alphonse Allais, and a comic strip scripted by Derek Pell.  It’s available from Black Scat Books.

Captain Cap, Volume 4: The Sanatorium of the Future, is also forthcoming from Black Scat.  This will be the final volume in my illustrated translations of Alphonse Allais’s stories of the intrepid Captain.

I contributed an introduction to an upcoming collection of John Keel’s magazine articles, edited by Andrew Colvin.  It will be called The Outer Limits of the Twilight Zone; watch for it!

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T. Swann Harding replaced Harry Elmer Barnes as a Founder of the Fortean Society.  As usual, I don’t know how active he was.  His papers, now in the Library of Congress, contain correspondence with Thayer, and he did contribute to Doubt, so I assume he was involved more than some of the others.

I haven’t found much about him.  An internet search reveals that the T stands for Thomas, that he contributed to a number of magazines and wrote several books, and that he worked for the USDA.  In his own writings, he frequently mentions his work as a research chemist.

He wrote fifteen Little Blue Books:

966: The Dawn of Rational Sex Ethics
1272: This Marriage Business
1330: Facts You Should Know about Digestion
1331: How Much Does Man Really Know?
1334: Why I Am a Skeptic
1389: The Truth About the Tobacco Habit
1390: Fact and Fiction About Health
1391: The Magic in Those Ultra-Violet Rays
1441: Do You Know How Ignorant You Are?
1562: How to Live Long
1570: Is Man a Rational Animal?
1604: The Venereal Disease Problem
1677: How the Army and Navy Fight Venereal Diseases
1678: Moral and Social Aspects of the Venereal Disease Problem
1679: Various Types of Venereal Diseases and Their Treatment

He also contributed an essay, “The Portentous Theologian and the Skeptic,” to #1307, “The Word of Satan in the Bible” (named for Louis Adamic’s piece on Ecclesiastes).

He usually wrote about two subjects: medicine and skepticism.  Most of the books are collections of shorter pieces; some, maybe most, had appeared previously in the Haldeman-Julius Monthly and other magazines.

The medical works follow the usual Haldeman-Julius custom of debunking unscientific beliefs.  I don’t know if ideas on health have changed materially since the ’20s, or if he’s being deliberately contrarian.  Probably a bit of both.  At any rate, he dismisses the childish superstition that cigarettes are bad for your health, and affirms that ventilation, fruits and vegetables, and exercise are.  I haven’t been able to read his ideas on venereal disease; I hope they don’t follow suit.  He sets up a few straw men: in a screed against vegetarians, for example, he claims that they’re mystics who restrict their diet in the foolish belief that it will please God.  As an old vegetarian myself, I can reassure you that it doesn’t work that way.

Then again, to his credit, he also says that his own doctor took him off meat because it gave him stomach-aches.

Which brings us to his skepticism.  He is, throughout these books at least, consistently undogmatic, and writes cheerfully and eloquently about the virtues of suspended judgment and the pitfalls of absolutism.  “Why I Am a Skeptic” tells of his mischievous attempts to introduce actual free-thinking and “pleasant skepticism” into a venerable atheist journal.  “But the editor caught me in the act!  This sort of thing could not be done.  At my first mild discharges certain righteous brethren were offended and wrote in discordantly, vastly annoying the genial editor.”  After further discussion on the importance of avoiding dogma, he ends “And now the solemn hour approaches when an unlearned skeptic is required by his high and rigid principles to retire to the woodshed and laugh at his own pretensions for such period as will afford him immunity from the bacteria of superiority and portentousness.”

“How Much Does Man Really Know?” is particularly close to Fort (or, for that matter, the skeptical tradition going back to Sextus Empiricus), as he takes on scientific method and the dangers of subjectivity and confirmation bias.  In his case, though, he credits Alfred Korzybski, later to become a fortean favorite himself.  Here’s a nice bit from near the end, to give you more of the Harding flavor:

“What does all this mean?  It means that living as we do in an age of science we should avoid static, finished doctrines which either will not admit new facts or else color these data before permitting them to enter.  There is no warrant whatever for the supreme egotism of any individual or group which dares abstract certain selected characteristics from the universe (which is what we all do), to fashion them into an object and to label that highly abstract object universal truth for all men…  For the proudest engine of doctrine may at any time be derailed by some trivial stone of fact and pride indeed goeth before a fall.”

Nicely put!  And far from the simplistic scientism that is called skepticism nowadays.

You can read #1441, “Do You Know How Ignorant You Are?” online, over here.  Well, do you?

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I’ve posted the Little Blue Books of Theodore Dreiser, Ben Hecht, and John Cowper Powys.  None of the other Founders (Tiffany Thayer, Harry Leon Wilson, Burton Rascoe, Alexander Woollcott, J. David Stern, Aaron Sussman, Booth Tarkington) wrote for Haldeman-Julius — except one.  That was Harry Elmer Barnes.

Barnes quickly disappeared from the Founders’ roster.  He was never mentioned in Doubt (that I know of, at least), and barely rates a name-check in books on Fort.  He wrote fourteen Little Blue Books, all published between 1929 and 1931.

1462: Science Versus Religion as a Guide to Life
1468: How to Deal With Crime
1472: History: Truth or Propaganda?
1480: The Causes of the World War
1483: Trial by Jury: The Great Burlesque of Modern Criminal Justice
1506: How Capitalism Developed
1507: A Rational View of the Sex Issue
1511: War Guilt and the Present European Situation
1525: The Menace of the Modern Prison
1526: Peace Plans From Kant to Kellogg
1542: Who Started the World War?
1586: Were the Founding Fathers Pious Angels and Plaster Saints?
1588: Debunking the Myth of Calvin Coolidge
1653: The Fallacies of American Historians

They fall into a few categories: anti-religious tracts, screeds against the American justice system, critiques of historians, and accounts of the first World War.  In addition, he took on capitalism, peace initiatives, and the public perception of Coolidge.  These were all staple LBB topics, and in line with The Fortean Society’s interests — or, at least, with Thayer’s.

In many of these, his model seemed to be H. L. Mencken; in fact, he padded his pages with long quotes from Mencken.  He shared Mencken’s contempt for rural America, his atheism, his taste for eugenics, and his sympathy for Germany.  His principal critique of trial by jury, for example, was that jurors were too stupid to do the job properly, and that trials should be decided by trained criminologists.  His style was rather pompous; he certainly lacked the Mencken verve.

The books on World War 1, however, hint at trouble to come.  He argued that the true aggressors were France, which hoped to retake Alsace and Lorraine, and Russia, which wanted control of the Straits of Constantinople.  I suppose you can make a case for that; I’ve never understood what that war was about.  Unfortunately, the Barnes mix of revisionism, contrarianism, and sympathy for Germany gradually took an ugly turn: by the ’50s he was a full-fledged Holocaust denier.  By then, the LBBs had ended, and the Fortean Society wanted nothing to do with him.  His Founders’ chair, or whatever it was, was taken by T. Swann Harding.  Harding too was a Haldeman-Julius writer; we’ll look at him next.

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Our tribute to Les Blank was an unqualified delight.  Blank’s films unfurled in all their majesty; and his sons Harrod and Beau were on hand to provide commentary and to answer questions.  Our thanks to all who attended.

You can see a rare photographic portrait of me, enjoying my edition of Alphonse Allais’s How I Became an Idiot, over at the Black Scat site.  If you forgot to buy a copy for some reason, you can still correct the mistake.

There will be a student recital at the Jalopy Theater this Friday, the 16th, at 6 pm.  If you show up, you can see my uke student Ellie bring down the house.  Jalopy is still at 315 Columbia St., in Brooklyn.

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The third volume of the adventures of Captain Cap (there will be four) is now available from Black Scat Books, in a limited edition of 125.  The adventures of the prototypical ‘pataphysical antihero, first published by Alphonse Allais in 1902, have been scrupulously translated, illustrated, and annotated by Doug Skinner; they appear in English for the first time.  The incomparable Captain is particularly erudite in these sixteen stories: as he savors his cocktails, he elucidates the antifilter, the nonuplet, ballooning without a balloon, grandiose billiards, fecal residue in Christmas sausage, shoeing horses at a distance, and much more.  To quote Albert Capus: “The humor of Alphonse Allais was a rigorous affirmation, whose gravity could not be doubted.  And since it was also impossible to believe, you found yourself in a strange position which condemned you to a burst of laughter.”

And you can find it at Black Scat Books.

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Harry Ingalls, “the greatest fortune teller in the world,” made the unusual choice to put his portrait on each card in his deck.  And each of those cards, as you can see, offers a variety of fortune telling options, framing that searching gaze.  The box is even busier, a sort of carnival poster in miniature.

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