THE INFORMATION #1231
DECEMBER 9, 2022
Copyright 2022 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE: BOOK SIX
THE THUNDERSTONE DIARIES
CHAPTER NINE
Monday, January 21st
CHRONICLES OF NOXTOWN : 3
BIG GOWER’S LIQUORS & VIDEO RENTAL
By Doree Lang, Town Historian, Noxtown Historical Society
You may not know it to look at him, but Gower Marbas is quite the film buff. And no, not of the commonplace action-adventure shoot-em-up car-crash explosion variety, either. No; Mr. Marbas (who insisted throughout our interview that I call him “Big Gower”) is decidedly a connoisseur, and his video rental service (incidentally, the only such in the tiny community of Belle Avon) tends towards classic
features by the likes of Kurosawa, Fellini, and Kubrick. You’re much more likely to find on his racks the likes of “Kagemusha,” than, say, “The Terminator” (though he does also stock that film); much more likely to find “I Vitonelli” than “Chariots of Fire” (though he stocks that one as well).
This gentle giant, standing six feet two inches in his stocking feet, may, at first, seem unapproachable and dour, but when you mention foreign films and even motion pictures by such acknowledged American masters such as Orson Welles and Samuel Fuller, his eyes light up. “Ahh, yes,” he says of the latter director, “I have a great many of Mr. Fuller’s films. Not only “Pickup on South Street,” but also lesser
known examples of his, uhh, oeuvre, such as “The Steel Helmet,” “Verboten,” “The Naked Kiss,” “Shock Corridor”—and even a copy of “White Dog”!
One hesitates to ask how he manages to come across such long out-of-print gems, but he explains all with a genuine enthusiasm. “There’s a whole bunch of us out there,” he expostulates, “Dyin’ to see these movies, and so’s we, uhh, correspond, and arrange, like, little swap sessions, like.” Looking at how enthusiastic he becomes upon imparting this information, one can almost imagine a type of poker game
with film canisters standing in for chips, and the players shouting things like “I’ll see your ‘Touch of Evil’ and raise you one ‘Ran’!”
Big Gower’s establishment is something of a town landmark; situated on the more southerly of Belle Avon’s two main streets. You may walk or even drive past his establishment and suddenly notice, totally out of the blue, none other than a 6’2” plywood facsimile of Big Gower himself, admittedly a version which no doubt dates from his young manhood, striding purposefully towards you, jauntily attired in a
green top hat, grass-green waistcoat, and snappy red trousers held up by equally blood-red suspenders.
The big black boots have, strangely, been partially eradicated by what looks to be whitewash. “Big Gower,” said his raffish clerk, well out of that individual’s earshot, “is kinda sensitive about the size of his feet. I wouldn’t say nothin’ about dat, if I was you.” In spite of his rather ominous warning, however, I will venture to mention that, given a man of his size, they are, in fact, commendably large feet, though not
disproportionately so. Anyhow, one must grant the man his small vanities, for he has otherwise brought much joy to many film buffs, who flock from miles around to rent his wares. And, if they happen to purchase a bottle of Wild Turkey to wash down a viewing of ‘Citizen Kane’, then so much the better for Big Gower’s cash register, which merrily ka-chings from 10 in the morning until 10 at night, Big Gower’s
usual hours of operation, except for Fridays and Saturdays, when he stays open from 11 in the morning to 11 at night.
Many of us would, perhaps, find such an onerous schedule rather grueling, but Big Gower is used to hard work, he’ll happily admit, and besides, “Hookin up the, uhh, clientele with their favorite flicks ain’t hardly like, what I would consider diggin’ ditches, y’know.” All of Big Gower’s films rent for three days, not the usual two, and can be taken home for the flat fee of two dollars, quite a bargain, even in these not-
quite-entertainment-starved times. As an inside tip, I might mention that by Friday night, his shelves are practically bare, so canny customers come on Thursdays or even Wednesday nights, to get what Big Gower his own self calls, half in jest but more in earnest, his “pick o’ th’ litter.” I myself was astonished to find such gems among his choices as “Kiss of Death” and “Clash By Night”. Big Gower, it seems, is
especially fond of American Noir classics, though he is also well-schooled in directors the world over. “Coup de Torchon” and “Wages of Fear” are two of his all-time favorites. “Nothin’ quite like dat “Wages of Fear.” Dat remake, “Sorcerer,” that that there Friedkin (he almost spits the name) made back in the 70s really loused up the screen, though, and that makes me mad.” And, if Mr. Friedkin had had the misfortune to be present at that particular moment, I have no doubt whatsoever that Big Gower wouldn’t have hesitated for even a split-second to give him “the what-for.” Fortunately, however, that was not the case. Some 3000 miles away, Mr. Friedkin undoubtedly rests secure, oblivious to the run-in he might have had
with the indignant Big Gower, who, incidentally, is no relation at all, he hastens to add, to the unfortunate Mr. Gower in that Christmas Capra-corn perennial “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
“Great film,” he concedes. “Outstandin’ actor, too. But nope, I’m no relation,” he sighs, a bit ruefully, as though his already high reputation might have been enhanced still further by an avowed blood kinship to the unfortunate (albeit fictional) Pharmacist so skillfully portrayed in that film.
Upon concluding my visit to Big Gower’s emporium of cinematic wonders, as I walked to my car, happily carrying in a paper sack a complimentary bottle of good port wine, as well as a rented copy of “Nights of Cabiria,” it occurred to me that I had omitted to ask Big Gower what happened to those of his customers who neglected to return his rentals in a timely fashion. One look, however, at the purposeful
and rather intimidating plywood giant adhering to the front of his establishment, however, made the need to ask such a question strangely…redundant.
Tuesday, January 22nd
Mr. Gaap called me at home this morning, and, instead of giving me an assignment, said that he thought, with the “Big Gower assignment,” that I had “proven myself sufficiently” and so I could be “trusted” to “more or less pick my own assignments.” Well, that’s certainly a big boost to my ego! Not a promotion, exactly, but a sign of his confidence in me. He even said that “if it worked out,” we could go on “a sort of
schedule”—one assignment from him, followed by one assignment I would pick for myself. He told me we’d see how things develop before we “definitely” commit to anything, and he also said that this was an “informal arrangement” and that it could change at any time, in which direction he didn’t say, but the implication being that he could go back to directing all the assignments, and I certainly had no quarrel
with that, and assured him as much. He did ask me to “run my proposals by the managing editor first”, and I told him I had no problem with that.
Fortunately, being the tawdry little ambitious and upwardly mobile scheming snot that I really am at heart (though you wouldn’t know it to look at me, Diary, because, really, I’m rather plain, since I don’t wear white gloves and I don’t wear stiletto heels and I never, never wear couture!) I had already been thinking about out-of-the-way places I could cover, given my own head of steam, and, in fact, have already been
putting together some notes. So, not to spoil the surprise, I think I’ll hold off, Diary, on telling you what the place actually is until it’s actually published—provided, that is, that it IS actually published! Or even publishable!
Would you believe I already have big schemes? To publish a book? Maybe not a big book….
Wednesday, January 23rd
Early this afternoon, just before I set off for work, this terribly nice lady from the Uptown Blood Bank called, asking if I’d care to participate in the town’s annual blood drive. And do you know what I did? I actually said (like Bartleby?), “No, I should prefer not to,” and I hung up the phone on her. Can you believe it?
What is wrong with me???!!!
Thursday, January 24th
An awful day at work, because first of all when I woke up at around ten in the morning I looked out the window and the ground was covered with white stuff, it was like a winter wonderland out there; we must have had six feet of snow drop down on us last night. It took me half an hour just to get my car shoveled out of the driveway (actually, I’m lucky even to have a driveway, some people have to park in the street and when there’s a “snow emergency” they have to drive around looking for a place to park.) (The landlord is supposed to keep the walk shoveled but I suppose that if I don’t complain about stuff like that I’ll be a “good” tenant and he won’t feel obligated to raise my rent so high that I can’t afford to live there anymore and have to move out.)
Well, then the car wouldn’t start, I guess the battery was frozen, but fortunately some fellow who was driving by saw me fiddling under the hood and actually stopped and asked me if I needed any help.
Sometimes a blizzard brings out the best in people. Well, I asked him if he could give me a jump start and he said he could but that just to be on the safe side I should keep the car running for at least twenty minutes to give the battery time to charge and then take it to a battery place he knew about where they could replace it for about thirty dollars if need be. Well, I didn’t have thirty cents, but that’s why God made charge cards, so I did as he suggested and went to the battery place, and, miracle of miracles, I had an honest mechanic who told me that the battery was at least good for another year. Said if I kept a diesel engine in the garage it wouldn’t freeze up like that. He told me my VW even had a plug I could buy an extension to plug it in overnight so the engine would stay warm. I didn’t even know! He said he didn’t sell extension cords but I could get one at any big hardware store for five dollars. So right then and
there I did as he suggested and went and bought one. And then, feeling supremely competent, I went to work. Well, at first they told me to go home. Said they were only planning to stay open for “essential functions”, whatever that means. Said they left a message on my answering machine. Then they felt sorry for me and said I could “stick around if I wanted to” and that they “could probably find something for me
to do,” which they promptly did, because, come to find out, the basement had flooded and a whole bunch of the files they had stored down there were in danger of getting soaked so while one of them installed a pump, they put me to work hauling dusty cardboard file boxes filled with God knows what upstairs. Well, I suppose I would have had to pay eight dollars to a gym to get a day’s workout like that. So my net profit for the day was actually three dollars, after you subtract the five dollars I spent on the extension cord.
Actually, since I made forty dollars (after taxes) from work that day and saved thirty (on a new battery), I actually came out 73 dollars ahead. Which means that I can pay the rent this month, and even make a dent in my credit card bill. (I’m still paying off that dress I bought for the party.)
Friday, January 25th
Well, I got a call this morning telling me today the museum was still closed; they had a power outage or something, which is just as well, I guess, because I was still stiff and sore from that workout they gave me yesterday. So after putting the final touches on my article and managing (somehow) to get to the offices and hand in my typescript (this time a few hours early) when I got home I took a hot bath with some
soothing bath salts and then I just made some tea and then I just lay in bed and dozed fitfully on and off all afternoon. I think I may be coming down with a cold.
Saturday, January 26th
Woke up this morning with a scratchy throat and a definite case of the sniffles. It’s a cold all right, and I’ll bet I got it from having to shovel the driveway all by myself and then having to slosh around in that filthy basement. What does Alwyn do all day, anyway? Shouldn’t he have made some sort of contingency plan for when the basement floods? So, anyway, I’m pretty mad at someone, though I’m not sure who to blame so maybe I’ll just blame myself and as my punishment I’ll make myself stay in bed and sleep for at least eight hours.
Sunday, January 27th
I can’t believe it, Diary, I slept, not for eight, but for eighteen hours! I’m writing this now at 6pm. I still feel crummy, but at least I’m not chilled to the bone. Some chicken soup and then back to sleep. I can always call in sick tomorrow if I have to.
*1 SALUTATION
STEELEYE SPAN
THE WEE WEE MAN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKGDS4244To
2*REFERENCE
I never could get through American Notes, by Charles Dickens, though I do like this passage:
“where dogs would howl to lie, women, men, and boys slink off to sleep, forcing the dislodged rats to move away in quest of better lodgings.”
https://www.city-journal.org/charles-dickens-first-visit-to-new-york?wallit_nosession=1
And this:
https://www.teachushistory.org/node/384
3*HUMOR
RUSSIAN WORK ETHIC
“We pretend to work and they pretend to pay us.”
https://www.barrypopik.com/index.php/new_york_city/entry/they_pretend_to_pay_us_and_we_pretend_to_work
ALSO SEE:
Stalin: “Guh–What a Canal!”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Sea%E2%80%93Baltic_Canal
4*NOVELTY
NEWTON’S DOG
“Oh, Diamond! Diamond! thou little knowest the mischief thou hast done.”
https://www.newtonproject.ox.ac.uk/view/texts/normalized/OTHE00089?start=par72&end=par77
Allegedly said by Newton to his dog, who had destroyed his papers, though the story has since been shown, via other sources, to likely be spurious.
But in any event, he did not punish the dog.
SEE ALSO:
There was a dog that actually lived to be 29. Her name was Bluey.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bluey_(dog)#:~:text=Bluey%20(7%20June%201910%20%E2%80%93%2014,the%20oldest%20dog%20ever%20verified.
5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
TREET VS. SPAM
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treet#:~:text=Treet%20(Armour%20Star%20Treet)%20is,to%20bologna%20or%20vienna%20sausages.
6* DAILY UTILITY
MY MOM’S A TOTAL NARCISSIST
https://slate.com/human-interest/2022/11/cut-ties-family-advice.html?utm_source=digg
*7 CARTOON
JIM WOODRING
Experience the strange and wonderful world of Jim Woodring. His recent opus:
https://www.fantagraphics.com/products/one-beautiful-spring-day
8*PRESCRIPTION
EXAMPLES OF ABUSE
http://safehavenshelter.org/learn/educational-resources/domestic-violence/examples-of-abuse/
9* RUMOR PATROL
KATE SMITH CANCELLED
www.pressrepublican.com/news/kate-smith-controversy-touches-adirondacks/article_5900d356-ccba-5734-9473-5e68aea357a4.html
10*LAGNIAPPE
LEO KOTTKE
MACHINE #2
https://sceneinboston.freeforums.net/thread/18/listening?page=356
11*DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA
WE DO IT ALL FOR YOU
At McDonald’s…we do it all for you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ai0AwaLeHw
Ghastly fascism on display
12* CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE
STOICISM
Blame Tom Wolfe and his novel A Man in Full for the inexplicable still-current interest in Stoicism.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contemporary_Stoicism
ALSO SEE:
BREAKFAST WITH SENECA
https://www.amazon.com/Breakfast-Seneca-Stoic-Guide-Living/dp/039353166X/