Adventures in Squirrel Hill

Not every summer Saturday is good for being in the woods. (We observed Thoreau’s birthday this past week, and I thought: “I know why I went to the woods!”) Today was a rainy Saturday; and those are good, too, because the rain washes off the thick dust of Neville Island that accumulates on my car during the week.

So with a clean and gleaming old car, I drove to a branch of the Carnegie Library and did something I’ve been wanting to do ever since moving to Pittsburgh: I finally made a library card. Now I have full access to the wonderful world of the Carnegie Library system!

This branch to which I went is located in the Pittsburgh neighborhood of Squirrel Hill, a stately, well-kept, largely Jewish community. (I realized just how Jewish it was when I discovered, in the Giant Eagle supermarket there, a set of toys for teaching children about the plagues upon Egypt described in Exodus! I remember the inclusion of a red rubber ball to remind children how the Nile River turned to blood. I can’t remember the others, but they were equally interesting. Something opaque and black was the Angel of Death.) In the library, which was fairly bustling, I found a highly satisfactory writing niche: a carpeted window well, a ledge about 3.5 feet square, set into the wall. It was obviously intended for people to climb up into and read, since it was carpeted and had a little step-ladder stool directly beneath it. So up I went with my Neo, notes, and manuscript, and I spent several happy hours there, writing away and gazing down through the large window at the street below. I saw an elderly man in a wide-brimmed black hat and a long black coat, his beard full and gray, flanked by two young men (also in black) wearing kippot, and they appeared to be deep in a discussion. I wondered whether it were about some point in the Torah, or about how the Pirates were faring.

To my great delight, I found both my books on the shelves there! The Star Shard is in the children’s area, and a paperback Dragonfly is in the science-fiction and fantasy aisles! What a feeling that is: to be writing fiction in a library in which two of your own fiction works are in the stacks for children and adults to borrow and enjoy! We are strangers and pilgrims on the Earth: but if we have any kind of home on this side of Eternity, isn’t it in situations like this? I’m here; I’m writing; these are my stories around me, the children around my table like fruits of the olive. I couldn’t help introducing myself to the children’s librarian and telling her how happy I was to find my own book there. I didn’t find Dragonfly until I was on my way out, or I might have had to bend the ear of another patient staff member.

As it was, I wrote 1,389 words in that window well, sitting sometimes cross-legged, sometimes with my legs stretched out, with the wall to lean comfortably against. That’s a small Saturday figure, I know, but it’s tempered by two things: one, I had some important errands to run, so I got started late, and the library closed at 5:00; and two, above and beyond those words, I wrote a riddle-poem that’s crucial to a soon-upcoming scene. That took a lot of careful thought and staring out the window. (The poem doesn’t go into the word count yet, because I haven’t yet gotten to that scene.) I count it as a good and productive day, by grace.

I don’t think I have officially reported on the blog yet that my novel has now topped one hundred thousand words! It stands tonight at 101,397. Cheer me on this summer! I’m hoping to arrive at a complete rough draft by about the summer’s end.

These nights, I’m keeping my eye on the Summer Triangle in the sky, which figures into my book. It rises earlier and earlier each night. Its brightest star, Vega, is pouring upon us the light it produced in 1987, which is just now reaching our eyes after a journey that boggles my imagination. To the left is Deneb, bright blue supergiant, the “The Tail” of Cygnus, the Swan. And over to the right is Altair (“The Flier”) in Aquila, the Eagle. Altair is closer than Vega, but less bright. Vega is in Lyra, the Lyre or Harp. I like to take a look at the Triangle before bed. It puts things into perspective. I may be sorting trash for a meager living at the moment, but I’m writing about light that takes a quarter-century to bridge the gulf of space. I’m writing about comets and fairies, about courage and loyalty, about faith and determination and perseverance, and about many other things besides. It all works out. It’s all part of the whole miracle, I feel. Throwing a can down the aluminum chute . . . laughing about something with Ralph, across the belt from me . . . watching Vega rise . . . seeing the sun awaken glorious and pink over the Ohio River . . . sitting in my kiosk in Frick Park to set words on an electronic screen . . . life in every breath. Lately, nothing seems more or less profound than anything else.

While I’m being philosophical: a few days ago, I was writing in Frick Park, and needing to think deeply, I stretched out at full length on my back, on the bench of that little writing house. It was a perfect summer day. I gazed up into the canopy of the woods, where sunlight set the green leaves all aglow. A warm wind pushed everything into motion; I could see at least three different layers of treetop, all swaying independently of one another. I was perfectly comfortable, touched by the somnolent breeze, perfectly at peace. It occurred to me then that when our eyes close for the final time in this life, and then when they reopen in the world to come, this scene might very well be what they see. I have never experienced a more convincing vision of Heaven.

To continue the analogy, I was seeing this only around the borders of the roof over the table. I glimpsed it imperfectly, with the center obscured. That’s the here and now: we have a low, dark roof over our heads. Now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face. Now we know in part . . .

This midsummer, I’m essentially camping out. I sleep on a three-folding mattress I brought from Japan, and on these excellent hot nights, I’ve brought it right to my balcony door, which I leave open all night. (Yes, I encounter a few moths and flies in my apartment, but so what? I’ve been encountering them all my life, and my life would be poorer without them.) I lie with my head almost on the threshold, the summer night pouring in through the open door, the air wafting over me. By so doing, I don’t even need my electric fan. It reminds me of one summer in Japan when I was into “verandah camping,” and slept out on a twelfth-floor balcony from high summer until well into October, when dropping temperatures forced me indoors. It was on that Japanese balcony that I wrote, by the light of a kerosene lamp in a single evening, a youthful work called “A Tale of the Moon” which has never been published. I recently re-read it, and yes, it’s juvenilia, more an idea than a story, but it made me think, “This is why I adore Steven Millhauser. He came of writerly age and carried this out. He got it right.”

Lots of thoughts swirling around this midsummer . . . I’d like to believe I’m living deliberately, like Thoreau . . . sucking all the marrow out of life. May it be a blessed season for you, too. Feel free to comment with your own summer reflections!

I’ll close with these (hopefully) humorous lines from my book:

“[Character name] was the strangest boy I’d ever met (I hadn’t known our father when he was young).”

And now I’ll really close with these lines set in stone by Vicino Orsini before the sphinxes in his garden:

Chi con cilia inarcate

et labbra strette

non va per questo loco

manco ammira

le famose del mondo

moli sette

“Whoever without raised eyebrows

and pursed lips

goes through this place

will fail to admire

the famous

seven wonders of the world.”

(I saw the old John Wayne movie El Dorado. Fun!)

28 Responses to Adventures in Squirrel Hill

  1. Hagiograph says:

    In various places I’ve lived and visited I love going into the predominantly Jewish neighborhoods. Being from the bland midwest it is refreshing and very interesting to go to a place that “seems” so far removed from my regular life. I am in New England this week for a patent class in Boston and have many opportunities to go through largely Jewish areas (even went to Newport recently and that is the home of the Touro Synagogue…the oldest synagogue in the U.S.! And it is interesting to go by a nearby cemetery where almost all of the carvings on the headstones were in Hebrew!)

    Once long ago I had a brief “semi-interview” with the Gemological Institute of America on my way through NYC. I was buzzed into their 5th Ave offices near the Diamond district where they grade the diamonds and sat in a waiting room filled almost exclusively with either Hassidim or other orthodox Jews in their severe black clothing, wide-brimmed hats, tallits and tzitzits.

    I can identify something like 3 letters in Hebrew and enjoy trying to read stuff or puzzle it out based on my few identifiable letters when I see the writing.

    Entering into someone else’s culture is always fun, even just as a “tourist” (I have been a tourist in Catholic society now for about 20 or so years as I hang with Mrs. H’s family or attend weddings, funerals, confirmations etc. I am, however, more well versed in the weird saints than most of my in-laws I believe. St. Christina of Liege RULEZ! Well, so does St. Simeon Stylites.)

  2. So Fred sleeps in temps most of us would find impossible to nod off in … why do I find that easy to believe? I sleep, sans sheets, with a small 7-inch fan in the doorway of the bedroom helping to blow the AC current into the room. This makes me wake up quite cold each morning: perfect.
    When I first started my current job a co-worker who became a good friend was a Jew from upstate New York and a Syracuse grad. I learned a lot about Judaism from him and I hope he picked up a little Catholicism from me. We needled each other relentlessly.
    I had the honor of attending services at one of the two synagogues in Des Moines with him. I loved the emotion and the devotion but came away feeling that the whole thing lacked HOPE, the very thing I truly expected to find in a Jewish ceremony.
    On the way back to Perry, we passed a new Mercedes which (yes, on a Benz) a blue-and-white bumper sticker that read “Become more Jewish: Convert to Catholicism” I have never let him live it down! LOL

    • fsdthreshold says:

      I can only speak for myself, but this is only a summer silence, which means there’s a whole lot going on just below the range of hearing. My book is pulling me forward, and the characters are surprising me, which are both excellent things — definitely moving into the home stretch! Those of you inclined to pray, please keep the project in your prayers. It’s as delicate as the birth of a child. I really want it to go well. I’m hoping to have a good first draft done by the end of the summer. (I reserve the right to determine when summer ends!)

      I saw MOONRISE KINGDOM and LOVED it! My kind of movie! When this comes out on DVD, I’d like to own a copy.

  3. Hagiograph says:

    Brown, I have been largely silent as I attempt to study to sit the Patent Bar. I just got back from a “vacation” in which I went to Boston to take an intensive 1 week class on sitting the Bar. Now I’ve applied to sit the bar (you actually have to apply to sit the test), and if I get approved to sit the bar I will have another 100 hard core hours of study.

    Hey, Blog-people! If you ever want to read the most god-awfully boring prose written in an almost incomprehensible syntax, syntax that appears to have been tormented to near death only to be revived and tormented some more, by all means go to the US Patent and Trademark website (uspto.gov) and download a FREE copy of the “MPEP” (Manual of Patent Examination Procedure)! Like I said IT’S FREE!!!!

    • jhagman says:

      I thought Hagio (as a geologist) would be studying Death Valley Basalts, and how temperature effects it during the Summer, or maybe at the Earth’s Core trying to restart our magnetic field. Patent Law,,,yuck! Now Mr. Brown I would imagine is shagging flyballs at some 100 degree minor-league park, and then writing about it, and Herr Durbin? Write-Write-Write.

      • Hagiograph says:

        jhagman, I was trying to remember the other day why I’d gotten so attached to patent stuff. When I first started in research science I considered patents as painful things I had to endure as part of the job. Then I began to realize I wasn’t much of an “inventor” myself but watching the possible “gamesmanship” that patents and IP represented I began to really kind of like it. Now after about 8 years of being kind of an R&D patent liaison between the R&D folks and the Patent groups I’ve decided that I’d like to get more time in this stuff.

        So I wound up taking a bunch of classes over the past couple years culminating in a class to train if I could sit the patent bar.

        It’s kind of like the most boring game you can imagine but it’s actually not that boring.

        As for studying rocks: sadly those days are kind of over for me. I stumbled into the lab years ago and never really escaped. I’m next to useless as a real geologist now. Mrs. H. was always the “field geologist” and even she has drifted far afield of the true path.

        • jhagman says:

          I had an aikido sensei who wrote patents for a living, he said if they were not written perfectly it could cost a business a staggering amount of money. He was (an MIT grad) always under alot of stress. The only time I would see him smile is when he was drunk, or tossing us around.

          • Hagiograph says:

            Honestly patents are almost unreadable these days precisely because the language is so technically demanding from a legal standpoint. I would be interested for some of the writers on this blog and Fred especially to try their hand at reading or writing patents.

            In my class we had to go over “claims drafting” which includes very strict rules about construction, syntax and you can even get dinged by an examiner for grammatical errors, but it’s all in this most tortured syntax imaginable.

            Learning more about how patents are constructed and why has helped make more sense of the chaos for me.

            Your Sensai was right. When a company can literally have tons of money made or lost hinging on one or two words (“comprising” vs “consisting of…”) in a claim it’s bizarre.

            There’s actually a reason that lawyers make a lot of money I think. Anyone who can make or break a fortune based on what many of us consider synonyms must have mighty power!

  4. fsdthreshold says:

    Today at work the trash was nice and dry (unlike yesterday, when it was slime), so it was bouncing all over the place. Fluffy trash? The weirdest moment was during a stretch when the operators were running the belt at full speed and dumping as much onto it as they could, so we had a real “firefight.” (I actually used my elbow for the first time today, to tip a piece of cardboard into the chute when I had both hands full — it worked!) Anyway, the weird moment was that something like a basketball hit me on the shoulder. I never did see what it was, but it was about as heavy as you’d expect a basketball to be; it sort of hurt, but not terribly. Also, there was some give to it. I looked all around on the floor, but I never did see it, and neither did any of the other guys on the line. I also looked on the main floor below us later, because a lot of our trash ends up down there. We’re basically standing near the summit of a volcano of trash. Rivers of it flow down everywhere. That’s why we spend the last fifteen minutes of our shift cleaning up the lower halls. Oh — Ralph now calls any rat we see “your man” (that is, my man). Yesterday, he said, “I just saw your man. He came out of that back corner, and when he saw that it wasn’t you [I normally clean up where Ralph was working], he headed this way.” A few minutes later, when I was finishing up, getting ready to push trash from the sub-level floor onto the big belt, I saw my man! He crossed the floor right in front of me to say hello. He’s a fine specimen of a rat!

  5. fsdthreshold says:

    By the way, I saw the name “J.R.R. Tolkien” printed on a strip of something that came down the belt — either the partial spine of a book or a label of some kind.

    • Hagiograph says:

      No Fred, it was a note from JRRT himself asking for anyone to help rescue him from the Mount Doom of trash there where you work.

      But don’t worry. I’m sure the rats will take care of him.

  6. Buurenaar says:

    I have personally taken to calling the rats the Verdant RoUSes. To those who have not seen Princess Bride, please do so…it’s incredibly campy and wonderful. As for my absence, I have been bugging my Arizonan visitor about reading Dragonfly and the Star Shard while feeding him Southern food.
    I have decided to restart the script for Dragonfly as a personal challenge. I’ve already gotten the intro written. I think I’ll have it set for minimalist in the “real world” or “waking world”–little more than a black box–and colorful and bright for Harvest Moon. There are a few tricks that I have in mind for pulling off a lot of the effects efficiently and cheaply for little theater style shoestring budgets. I love a challenge. Adaptation is a huge one.
    Also, if my liege Tolkien is amongst the rats, then I shall do what Clara could not: brave them with Sting instead of a nutcracker. I would prefer Legolas’s hunting knives, but alas, I do not have those at my disposal.

    • Buurenaar says:

      I realized after posting that the chances of someone on this blog not seeing Princess Bride are incredibly slim. D’oh.

    • fsdthreshold says:

      I agree with Daylily! I would love to see this effort brought to completion! It would be fascinating to read and to see performed! It would be fun thinking of how to engineer the Jolly Jack for the stage! A large ball of translucent orange cloth with internal lighting would look really cool!

      I like the minimalist idea for representing the surface world — sort of like what’s done in The Wizard of Oz, with black-and-white turning suddenly into vibrant color when Dorothy enters Oz. It’s as if the “dream world” is the realer world! (Dorothy also has an Uncle Henry. That wasn’t a conscious decision on my part.) Trivia question: what was Uncle Henry (in Dragonfly)’s wife’s name? (I don’t mean at the end of the book; I mean the one who has passed away.)

      Yes, The Princess Bride is a fantastic film! Most people I know watch it periodically, over and over. Did you know that Christopher Guest plays the Six-Fingered Man? I am a huge fan of the comedy films he later went on to make: Waiting for Guffman, Best in Show, and A Mighty Wind.

  7. Buurenaar says:

    The Jolly Jack isn’t really the issue. It’s easy to pull off a lot of sets with just a good stage crew and a set-up like we used for Beauty and the Beast.
    What you actually do is build three platforms. Then you arrange them in a horseshoe in front of the stage. That way, you have a center for effects and people to pop up through and go up to the main stage (as well as a space to hide tech and stage crew) and can use the underneath of the platforms for various areas…You can even have interchangeable set pieces that clamp onto the legs of the platforms for things like…I don’t know…prison cells and the such.
    The biggest problems I’m running into at the moment are how to portray a few landmarks. The Untowards are simple if you use the method shown in Man of La Mancha for the prison horses. I need to find a clip of that to show you guys when I get it farther along. How to pull off the Tenebrificium is the part that’s giving me trouble, though.
    I’m trying to stage it so that it’s accessible to small theater groups, which makes the scale of Harvest Moon a bit of pain in the rump to deal with, since it can actually be mapped and gives a continual sense of connection.
    Basically, I’m having to go through everything with a fine-tooth comb to even get close to pulling off the scale without sacrificing the diversity of the cast. I figured out a good way to pull off the luminous shadows in the first scene easily–dim lighting and black plastic ponchos. They’ll catch the light and appear darker than the rest of the set, even in a black box theater. Of course, this is mostly because they’re further in the foreground than a lot of things.

    • Daylily says:

      I am not educated in the techniques of special effects onstage. I am enjoying the glimpse you give us into this art!

      • Buurenaar says:

        Thanks, Daylily! My dad has done a little bit of everything over his seventy-three years, and since he was an electronic tech/electrician, he’s had his forays into theater, spook houses, and sound crew for all types of events.
        Beyond that, I have been in theater groups for seven years, off and on. We had a tiny budget for all of our productions (I lived in a football town.) and we had to make our own sets and devise our own special effects. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was definitely fun for that. We used about the same kind of stage set-up to allow for a lot of cheesy effects. For example, the Oompa Loompa troupe would pop up and down as they recited the different rhymes. It was really fun, though we didn’t have it set up for the kind of grunt work that the Beauty and the Beast set had to perform.

  8. fsdthreshold says:

    This is a fascinating world indeed! I grew up playing a little with creating visual effects for movies (on a creative kid level), but theater is something else entirely — you’re not necessarily going for absolute realism, but for suggestion — acceptable suggestion. In the extra material on the DVD of Cannibal, the Musical (highly recommended!), there are glimpses of how the musical is performed at regional theaters. I was particularly impressed with the different ways local groups deal with the problem of how to represent Alferd Packer’s horse, Leann.

    Some groups engineer her as a pantomime horse: two people in a costume. In one production, she was something like the Trojan horse — a wooden horse on wheels, and Packer rolled her around. In one, she was a hobby-horse: a wooden horse’s head on a stick, which Packer “rode” around with the stick between his legs. I thought the most interesting was the group that used an actress in brown clothes. She had her face made up to look like a horse (not a mask), and she had fetlocks for cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She did an amazing job of portraying a horse through her movements, although she was walking upright — really outstanding! Packer simulated “riding” her by simply standing behind her, sometimes with a hand on her shoulder. It worked quite well!

    When I was Snoopy in our high-school production of You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown, I went with this method, too. I didn’t try to look exactly like a dog, but I tried to act like one. I wore all white, with black electrical tape on my nose and a short beagle tail sticking out behind me. Actors need their faces and heads uncovered enough that they can speak, sing, and act. The set crew built me a wonderful, giant doghouse that I really had to jump to get up onto!

    I think one advantage you have in staging Dragonfly is that, although the world of Harvest Moon is physical and could technically be mapped out, we never get a clear picture in the book of precisely what that map is. We know certain facts and relative positions, but there’s still an overall dream-like quality to the place, with firelit scenes here and there, emerging from the dark phantasmagoria. I’d never thought of this, but I think it would lend itself extremely well to the stage — with the right writer/designer, such as yourself! You’ve got me truly intrigued, Buurenaar! If you go all the way through with this project, I will give you whatever help you need in securing necessary permissions, etc. How exciting!

  9. Buurenaar says:

    You did Charlie Brown, too? We did a ten minute excerpt of it for the state drama competition. I played Peppermint Patty and had issues with projection at the time…as all the judges noted. Cannibal is incredible. The reason I pegged Man of La Mancha for the Untowards is that they had a very unique setup for it. They put a single person in the front to control the horse’s head and body. In the back was a stool that riders could control and sit on. Eureka! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEnDOXmyU-o&feature=player_detailpage#t=68s
    Those who haven’t seen Man of La Mancha, I highly recommend it. The whole movie can be found here, thanks to someone who probably teaches Spanish culture or language. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVmg7E0nGdQ&feature=related

  10. I (and Dan Orator) were the two guys who built the doghouse for Fred to use as Snoopy. As we were not told how many people might need to be on it at one time (would Woodstock join him?) we built the thing so strong that I, at 220 lbs, could furiously jump up and down and stomp on it and the thing would easily withstand the challenge. That made it VERY heavy and difficult to move, but also gave Fred a decent amount of space to dance on (he was INCREDIBLE gang, trust me!)
    In one scene he fights the Red Baron, so Dan and I constructed, unbeknownst to anyone save us, a Fokker Triplane roughly 18 inches in length and painted it red. So here is Fred, during dress rehearsal, looking over his shoulder for the Baron and suddenly, spinning on a string draped over pipes a dozen feet overhead, is this silly wooden triplane … Fred can fill out the rest of the details …

  11. fsdthreshold says:

    It’s very cool that we’re finally using the blog like a blog, having discussion threads going on more than one post at once! Thanks, yinz! (That’s Pittsburgh dialect for “you.”)

    Buurenaar, I am a HUGE fan of The Man of La Mancha! When I went to college, I took along the soundtrack as part of my “comfort music,” to inspire and console me when I got depressed about having to live in a city and be so busy with grueling studies. Although Christopher Walken is my favorite American actor, Peter O’Toole is certainly my favorite actor overall! Thanks for the video clip! I would dearly love to see Untowards brought to the stage! You’d have to build them out of very durable material, because they’d have to thrash and collide a lot.

    Yes! Mr. Brown Snowflake was one of the chief architects and builders of Snoopy’s doghouse! I remember how sturdy it was! I was so sad when you had to tear it apart after the production. I remember going backstage with a certain Q. on the day after the final performance and hanging out on the doghouse, saying goodbye to it. Buurenaar, I’m sure you’ve experienced this many times: after you live with a production through all the rehearsals and performances, it’s devastating when it’s all over.

    Anyway, I remember nearly falling off the doghouse during a dress rehearsal. It was, I think, in the scene where Snoopy is pretending to be a “fierce jungle animal.” At the end of the bit, the joke is that he realizes it’s a long way down to the ground, so he can’t “pounce” on unsuspecting prey, and the height freaks him out. In all the arm-pinwheeling, etc., I very nearly went off the edge of that doghouse, and it could have been bad!

    Yes, I remember that amazing surprise Fokker triplane! Didn’t Brad N. create the sound of its machine guns on his snare drum when the Red Baron riddles Snoopy’s Sopwith Camel with bullets? And remember how the now world-famous Robert Taylor used his trombone to produce the voice of Lucy’s mom offstage? “Wonh-wa-wa-WA-wonh-wah.

    Great times!

  12. That poor doghouse! It was going to take four guys my size to manhandle it into a truck to take away, so we scrapped it. Incidentally, almost all of the salvaged wood was used to create an incredible, half-in-ground sandox (with hinged doors as covers) that to this day still exists in the backyard at 1224 (I think) Glenda Lane. I just drove by there last week and it is still there, still in use!

    • fsdthreshold says:

      That brings me a lot of comfort, to know that the materials of the dear old doghouse were used to create a doorway to magic, fun, and the imagination for children that is still in use! Peanuts is all about the world of children — what better way could there have been to recycle Snoopy’s doghouse? That’s better than if it had remained a doghouse!

      How did it end up at that particular house? I don’t know who lives there.

      • It was the Building Trades class house for 1983-84. Dan and I took the salvaged wood over to the house and asked Monge what we should do with it and he said “build something kids would want.” We originally thought of making a baby swing; you know, a chair seat with liftable safety arm, but we needed a few additional materials and the budget would not allow us to spend $10 (cheap bums). So instead, the sandbox.
        For our fellow T’ville natives: Glenda Lane is a two block long dead end that runs off W. Park Ave (which connects to Cheney).

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