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Hollow Earth Painting, Pelicans, Castle Rock

Tuesday, October 10th, 2006

I finished my Turing story, “The Imitation Game,” and plan to mail it out to a magazine today. It came out good.

Recently I polished two older paintings that I did this summer “en plein air,” that is, outdoors. This one is a hill in Los Gatos. I added a UFO and turned the old vineyard stakes into snails.

Here’s the view from the cliffs at Davenport. Again I added my trademark saucer, also a Saucerian consulting with a giant cephalopod. Happens all the time.

Just yesterday I finished this painting of the Hollow Earth I’ve been working on; it’s derived from a sketch I added to the Second Edition of the Hollow Earth, coming soon from Monkeybrain Books.

Right now I’m working on a story with Bruce Sterling, which will, I believe, involve some very large ants.

Last week Sylvia and I were down at Cruz one rainy day. I love the pelicans. Here’s one stretching his beak.

When the pelicans fly low along the waves they’re like Hells Angels.

Saturday I went for a walk alone at Castle Rock, my first time back since my sixtieth birthday.

Nice and autumnal, with the sun shining through the parasitic mosses. Every plant is a stained glass window in this cathedral of life.

I always dig that misty distance layering.

And this tree with the floppy lips. Everything so perfect, on its own.

You can crawl inside some of these eaten-away rocks.

I’m thinking of writing a story like Kafka’s Metamorphosis, in between working on the story with Bruce. I was reading the original in German today, it’s funnier in German. Kafka’s friend Max Brod claims that when Kafka read this story to him, Kafka started laughing so hard that he fell out of his chair. What a genius he was.

Gratuitous Attack on Egan's Oracle

Friday, October 6th, 2006

I’m still thinking about Alan Turing, I’m working on a short story about his last days called “The Imitation Game.”

Today’s illos are made with my free Windows software Capow. The images show a highly non-linear two-dimensional cubic wave cellular automaton, loosely inspired by Turing’s work on computational morphogenesis. Computational morphogenesis is the idea that we can find continuous-valued cellular automaton rules that generate natural forms.

Note that the images are in a sequence, becoming increasingly nonlinear — just like the text.

I really love Turing’s late work on morphogenesis; I wrote about it a lot in my Lifebox book. Also see Jonathan Swinton’s Turing and Morhphogenesis site.

Start starting disclaimer.

You can’t really trust what writers say about other writers. A writer is personal friends with some writers, may want to ingratate him or herself here and there, feels envious of certain other writers, and may resent the attention granted to still others who do similar work to what the bitter writer himself does. You need to take my opinions about other writers with a large grain of salt.

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Flame on.

In my ongoing Turing researches, I found the online story “Oracle” by Greg Egan, a writer whose work I don't much enjoy. The story is supposed to be about Alan Turing, and was well received, but…

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Oh, let's just say I don't like what Egan did with it.

Flame prematurely terminated.

Start ending disclaimer.

Probably if I ever met Greg Egan face to face I'd think he was a great guy. After all, he and I have much more in common than not. We're both computer types who write SF. The fact is, the main reason I’m brooding over Eagan’s “Oracle” is that I worry he’s used up the market for stories on Turing’s last days.

I'm in a state of fear, and I'm tempted to lash out. Also I'm avoiding working on my story.

As Susan Sontag wrote in some excerpts of her journals I saw in the N. Y. Times magazine last month, a writer has to be a nut and a moron. A nut to be obsessed enough with something to spend all that time writing about it, and a moron to publically display his or her crazy ideas! Hey, I've got those items covered.

And, come to think of it, if all else fails, I know I can always get my story into the webzine Flurb. I’m in so tight with Flurb’s editor that I even sleep with his wife!

End ending disclaimer.

Alan Turing

Monday, October 2nd, 2006

Yesterday we saw a good show by video installation artist Jennifer Steinkamp at the museum downtown in San Jose.

I read a review of Greil Marcus, The Shape of Things To Come, in the NY Times Book Review section yesterday, containing a good quote about analog vs. digital computation in the context of Otis Spann improvising a blues song about M. L. King’s assassination. [My italics.]

“The piano strikes back at the verse as if every word it holds is a lie, because if words cannot tell the whole truth, words like, and words can never tell the whole truth, only sound can do that, sound that is not made by men and women but by Nature’s God, sound that is not made but found.”

We also stopped by the cute monthly Fiddler’s Jamboree, sponsored by the Santa Clara Valley Fiddlers’ Association.

I just finished reading David Leavitt, Man Who Knew Too Much (W. W. Norton, 2006). This is a short biography of Alan Turing (1912 – 1954) in the same Norton series that published that book by David Foster Wallace on Georg Cantor, but never mind about that. Leavitt’s book seemed a little weak in spots, but it reads well, and I wanted to read about Turing this week and couldn’t immediately get hold of the longer and canonical bio, Alan Turing: The Enigma by Alan Hodges. (That is, it was sitting on my office bookshelf but I was temporarily unable to see it, knowing that it is so long and in such small print). Leavitt's book is better for a quick overview.

A lot of interesting facts in Leavitt’s book. Not only Turing but Kurt Godel were inordinately fond of the Disney cartoon Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1938). Turing is believed to have committed suicide by biting an apple that he’d painted with cyanide, and was found dead in his bed on June 8, 1954. Turing was said to have enjoyed the scene where the Wicked Queen dips the apple in her poisonous brew and he even memorized her song and chanted it after seeing the movie:

“Dip the apple in the brew, / Let the sleeping death seep through. / [A skull icon appears in the skin.] A symbol of what lies within. / Now turn red to tempt Snow White, / To make her hunger for a bite. / When she breaks the tender peel, / To taste the apple from my hand, / Her breath will still, her blood congeal, / Then I’ll be the fairest in the land!”

One interesting thing about Leavitt’s book is that he places a lot of emphasis on Turing’s homosexuality, and dares to hint — with, unfortunately, no corroboration — that Turing may have been murdered by the British secret service: “…none of Turing’s friends ever seems to have considered, at least in writing, a third possibility (one, admittedly, for which there is no evidence, at present anyway): namely, that the suicide was staged; that the man … had become — like the hero of Alfred Hitchcock’s 1934 film — a man who knew too much.”

This said, it really does seem possible that Turing killed himself. Like the other logicians Godel and Cantor, he seems to have been somewhat nuts. Funny how many logicians are crazy and irrational. A paradox.

I'd always thought that what may have put Turing over the edge was the estrogen treatments he was sentenced to after telling the police about a gay sex encounter he’d had. But actually the mandatory estrogen treatment ended a year before Turing killed himself. Turing never saw anything wrong with homosexuality by the way; in the terms of his famed “Imitation Game,” there really was no difference between the sexes. Anyone can emulate anyone else.

In his last days, while working with a therapist, he began writing a short story about a man picking up a younger man for sex while doing his Christmas shopping. For me, as an SF writer, the exciting part is that in this transreal tale, Turing describes “himself” as Alec Pryce, a scientist interested in interplanetary travel! Here’s a link to images of these pages in the Turing Archive; note that to access these pages you have to click through a screen accepting the terms of use.

“Alec had been working rather hard two or three weeks before. It was about interplanetary travel. Alec had always been rather keen on such crackpot problems, but although he rather liked to let himself go rather wildly by appearing on the Third Programme when he got the chance, when he wrote for technically trained readers his work was quite sound, or had been when he was younger. This latest paper was real good stuff, better than he’d done since his mid twenties when he had introduced the idea which is now commonly know as ‘Pryce’s buoy.’ He always felt a glow of pride when the phrase was said.”

Pryce’s buoy is an objective correlative for the Turing machine, and the pun on “boy” is deliberate, as Turing goes on to make clear in his unfinished tale. What might Pryce’s buoy be? I’m thinking of the space end of a space elevator.

Another fascinating tidbit from Leavitt’s book. In his last days, Turing wrote his logician friend Robin Gandy a series of four postcards, the last three on March 8, 10, and 13 of 1954. The first card is missing. The cards were inspired by Arthur Stanley Eddington’s Fundamental Theory, which the two men were reading. Images of these cards are online at the Turing Archive as well, and the images are Copyright (c) P.N. Furbank. I’m going to take the liberty of reproducing them here (at slightly reduced size), although if the King’s College guys object I’ll take them down.

Messages from the Unseen World

III The Universe is the interior of a Light Cone of the Creation

IV Science is a Differential Equation.

Religion is a Boundary Condition

[Signed “Arthur Stanley” and with a post script “? Does the gravitation constant decrease?”]

V Hyperboloids of wondrous Light

Rolling for aye through Space and Time

[Shelter] Harbour there Waves which somehow Might

Play out God’s holy pantomime.

VI Particles are founts

VII Charge = e / π arg of character of a 2π rotation

VIII The Exclusion Principle is laid down purely for the benefit of the electrons themselves, who might be corrupted (and become dragons or demons) if allowed to associate too freely.

This is all pure gold, to my way of thinking.

In what might have been an even later letter to Robin Gandy (at the same link), Turing writes out some calculus formulae and says, “Can do the rainbow problem successfully for sound, but total failure for electricity.”

Hmmm.

Turing in a letter about his trial. “Whilst in custody with the other criminals I had a very agreeable sense of irresponsibility, rather like being back at school.”

Having written this post, I now discover Andrew Hodges, Alan Turing: The Enigma on my bookcase beside my desk, and read the long last chapter. Herewith some more notes.

Turing was lonely and conscious of his self-consciousness. Once, when in a pub with a friend, a boring logician appeared through one doorway, and Turing disappeared through another. As a boy, his favorite parts of the book Pilgrim’s Progress were Doubting Castle and Giant Despair. Mathematics has always protected him from the world.

He had a Norwegian boyfriend called Kjell; possibly the authorities somehow stymied Kjell from visiting him. His estrogen treatment ended in April 1953. He never abandoned his homosexuality.

“Went down to Sherborne to lecture to some boys on computers. Really quite a treat in many ways. They were so luscious, and so well mannered, with a little dash of pertness, and Sherborne itself quite unspoilt.”

In mid-May, 1954, Alan went with the family of his psychiatrist Greenbaum to a kind of boardwalk in Blackpool, and Alan went in to the Gypsy Queen fortune-teller, and came out white as a sheet and said nothing more on the way home to Manchester.

He died in the evening of June 7, 1954, just short of age 42. There was hardly an inquest, and his body was cremated.

Turing’s work on decryption during the war was so secret that it was totally unknown to the public. In a sense, his knowledge was even more highly classified than atomic secrets. There was something of a frenzy about atomic security in the mid 50s, also a worry about the riskiness of homosexuals having access to secret info. Turing’s unpredictability and lack of control would have alarmed the spooks. It’s conceivable that they were privately threatening him with more prosecutions.

Once convicted, Turing would have been unable to visit the United States due to a criminal record of moral turpitude. Hodges calls him an “intellectual beatnik.”

Turing was a soft machine.

Reading at City Lights

Friday, September 29th, 2006

Sylvia and I were up in SF yesterday. I love the air there. And the fog returning in the late afternoon.

The Paraspheres reading of “New Wave Fabulist” writers was upstairs at City Lights, in the room where they have the poetry and the Beat books.

I read a version of my story “The Jack Kerouac Disembodied School of Poetics” — I’d abridged in the sense that I edited it down so as to be able to read it in under fifteen minutes. I kind of like the short edit. I forgot to tape the reading, so I’m posting a PDF of my abridged Kerouac story. But for the whole story and all the others, you need to buy Paraspheres!

It was great to be reading about Jack in this room; like being in a shrine to the man. With Jack Kerouac Alley right out the back window.

The other readers were really good too. I got a picture of Rikki Ducornet, she has a cool new book out.

And here’s a picture of SF culture hero Charlie Anders, who’s also in Paraspheres.

I didn’t get pix of Laura Moriarty, Stephen Shugart, Mark Wallace, and William Luvaas, but they were there in full force as well. A great evening of literary art.

Makes me feel like could get a bit further out of the SF box.


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