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Wretched Recommendations: White Death

January 30th, 2012

The White Death: Tragedy and Heroism in an Avalanche Zone

I actually got this book by accident. I meant to order The White Death: A History of Tuberculosis by Thomas Dormandy. Unsurprisingly, I put this book aside and ignored it for a few years to punish it for not being the book I wanted to read. Finally, running out of unread material, I rescued it from oblivion and took it with me as my in-flight read last month. And, apart from a couple of chapters that absolutely DARE you to skip them, it was a pretty interesting read.

The story centers on a group of mountaineering friends who, like all young men, think they’re invincible. In December 1969, they attempt to do something that had never been done before: climb Mt. Cleveland in Montana’s Glacier National Park in wintertime. Well, the reason it had never been done before is because the geography of Mt. Cleveland makes it an ideal avalanche zone. And I think you can probably guess from the title what happens.

The biography of each climber and the story of that fateful final climb is stretched out over the course of the book, intermingled with some interesting historical accounts of avalanche death and some less-than-interesting detailed analysis of various types of snow and what makes certain types more conducive to avalanches than others. Although I guess some of that stuff was kinda interesting: whenever we get snow that doesn’t stick together at all, I know to call it “sugar snow” and I know that a layer of sugar snow that is later covered over by additional snowfall is called “depth hoar” and is the ultimate avalanche-inducing nightmare for anyone journeying through the mountains. However, the author does go a bit too far in discussing the technical details of snow. I admit one chapter was nearly skipped in its entirety.

Still, this is a very good read for anyone interested in mountain tragedy. (And who isn’t?) Not as good as “Into Thin Air,” the masterpiece of this genre, but pretty interesting nonetheless. (4/5)

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The Road Out Of Hell

July 12th, 2011

Those of you who’ve followed my site over the years may be aware that I have only ever received one (minor) perk from my creation of the site: referral fees from Amazon.Com for books bought through my aStore (The Library Eclectica). I used those funds (which came to about $10 a month) to purchase books to stock up the morbid fact coffers. However, thanks to my current state of Illinois and my old state of California both passing internet sales tax laws, I can no longer earn referral funds, so that perk is gone. Consequently, I’ll soon be redesigning The Library Eclectica to change it from an aStore format back to a page on my site, although I’ll probably still link the books to Amazon.Com because A) I like it and B) they have good information and reviews of the books. I just wanted everyone to be aware in case you’ve been reluctant to purchase anything through the links because you didn’t want to contribute to my coffers, that my coffers are empty now.

Now that that’s out of the way, I want to tell you about an exceptional book I just read!

Wretched Recommendations!

The Road Out of Hell: Sanford Clark and the True Story of the Wineville Murders
by Anthony Flacco

(Available on Kindle too!)

An absolutely compelling account of the unbearable plight of Sanford Clark – who, at the age of 13, was given by his callous mother to his Uncle Stewart (the infamous “ape boy” Gordon Stewart Northcott) to help him tend a chicken farm he was starting in Southern California. After being smuggled out of his Canadian homeland to the remote Wineville, California farm, Sanford learns the horrifying truth: that his sophisticated, pianist Uncle Stewart is a sadistic rapist and murderer of young boys who started up the farm to provide the isolation he needed to carry on his activities. Sanford is raped and beaten repeatedly by his uncle over the course of the two years he spends on the farm, and is forced to bury the bodies of his uncle’s young victims. At one point, he is even forced to take part in one of the murders by his uncle and his grandmother (Stewart’s mother, who doted over her perfect boy to the point where she covered up his crimes for him). Obviously, the weight of all this activity is forever seared on Sanford’s mind and he considers himself evil and thinks that he deserves to be punished and eventually killed by Stewart. He thinks of trying to escape … but this was the 1920’s. He was an illegal alien in the country. Even if he wasn’t jailed for that, if he said that Stewart beat him, the response would be, “You probably deserved it” and he’d be taken back and killed for his disobedience. And he couldn’t possibly admit to the rapes! Talk about a taboo subject. And the murders… would they believe him? Could he risk them not believing him? So he stayed there, used and abused, and resigned to his eventual demise.

But, unlike 30 or more other children, Sanford didn’t die – he was rescued by his older sister, who scrimped and saved to pay for a ticket down to the ranch to check up on him after becoming suspicious that his letters were being ghostwritten by Northcott. She puts an end to the carnage and Sanford is a key witness against Northcott in the trial. Afterwards, against the odds, Sanford goes on to become a wonderful husband and father and lives a long, fulfilling life of charity and goodness, despite the paralyzing bouts of depression and guilt that hit him periodically.

This was one of those books that I couldn’t put down – and if I’d had the time I would have read it in one sitting. The author does a brilliant job of putting us in Sanford’s position – a boy whose mother has betrayed him, whose father refuses to stand up for him, whose grandparents treat him like a pariah, and who is savagely abused by his “caretaker” uncle. It is easy to condemn him for not “rebelling” against his uncle and saving the lives of other boys, but how resilient would any of us be in the same situation – when not a single soul on earth (except your sister who lives a thousand miles away) has ever supported you or been worthy of your trust? Ultimately, the book is a story of survival against steep odds and the ultimate victory of one small human being against a darkness that tried desperately to destroy his heart. Highly recommended. 5/5

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Fast Asleep And Wide Awake

July 6th, 2011

I was re-reading the introduction to the incredible book Sleeping Beauty II: Grief, Bereavement and the Family in Memorial Photography by Stanley B. Burns, M.D. and I thought I would share.

Death came quickly in the nineteenth century. Some diseases could wipe out all of one’s children within a day. Adults, too, were susceptible. Cholera epidemics, for example, were swift, savage killers. Curiously, however, except for children who died from dehydration or from viruses that left conspicuous skin rashes, or adults who succumbed to cancer or extreme old age, the dead would often appear to be quite healthy.

Ironically, because of modern methods for sustaining life, contemporary corpses don’t look nearly as robust as the remains of their ancestors. Today, we bring people back from death with defibrillators and other technological marvels. We keep patients alive until they waste away or until we shut off the monitors and pull the tubes. As a general result, when people die today, they really look dead: shrunken, dehydrated, debilitated.

We enlist specialists to beautify the body, but as a society, we no longer live with personal death and dying as part of our everyday lives. Dealing with death has been left to the professionals, from physicians to hospice caretakers to morticians. Our control of killer epidemics and our ability to treat disease makes us unaccustomed to living with and seeing death close up – until the spread of AIDS and, with it, the spectacle of young people deteriorating and dying right in front of their families.

When someone dies today, the first thing we do – whether in a hospital, mortuary or movie – is close the eyes. In contemporary photographs of the dead, the dead do not stare back. Because of this convention, we sometimes fail to realize that nineteenth-century postmortem photographs depict the dead. In the past, families could request that a subject’s eyes be open or closed. In postmortem photographs of many children who were never photographed while they were alive, the eyes were left open to provide a semblance of life. This melancholy ruse was sometimes embellished by a tableau that made the child appear to either be engaged in some activity, or consciously posing. In other cases, two photographs would be taken: one with eyes open, one with eyes closed.

Postmortem photographs, taken mainly for middle and working class families, were an unquestioned aspect of everyday life. They were accompanied by no written explanations. They were taken with the same lack of self-consciousness with which today’s photographer might document a party or a prom.

That’s why the Whittaker ad is so unusual – and so important.

Whittaker Mortuary Photography Ad

In many historical studies there often appears an extraordinary artifact, a Rosetta Stone, that offers future historians a contemporary account and understanding. The Rosetta Stone of my investigation came from the Catskill Mountain town of Liberty, N.Y. There, 140 years ago, photographer R. B. Whittaker prepared an advertising card that declared his aims and offered his options for childhood postmortem photographs. Headlined “Fast Asleep or Wide Awake,” the ad shows two Whittaker photographs of the same dead child, one with eyes open, one with eyes closed. Now, almost a century and a half later, the photographs give us a better understanding of the options then available. Many written accounts of how to photograph the dead, with eyes open or closed, were published in professional photographic journals, but Mr. Whittaker’s advertisement was one of the few to share the subject with the general public. He took pride in his ability to portray dead children in whatever state their parents preferred, “fast asleep or wide awake.”

In most postmortem photographs of adults, the eyes are closed, mute testimony to the family’s acceptance of death. Other photographs, though, in which the eyes remain open, can seem even sadder because they attempt to keep death at bay, to deny the undeniable. They reveal heartbreaking pain as families fight to keep the dead alive with one final image.

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Hobo With A Shotgun

June 25th, 2011

Just got home from seeing Hobo With A Shotgun. The movie was a hoot. I highly recommend it to anyone who loves over-the-top funny gore movies like Grindhouse or Kill Bill. The dialogue had me howling and some of the gore you just have to see to believe. Hysterical!

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Voices From Chernobyl

June 20th, 2011

A Wretched Recommendation!

Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster
By Svetlana Alexievich

I originally read this book because I thought it would be incredibly morbid – containing many tales of  horribly painful deaths from radiation poisoning.  I was surprised to find that it wasn’t that morbid at all, really (by my standards anyway) and that there was only one tale of radiation poisoning (and a gruesome one it is).  What really surprised me was how I didn’t mind that it wasn’t particularly morbid – because what I found instead was a compelling, heartbreaking collection of tales of loss, pain, and ultimate resilience told with poetry and passion.  

As an American born in the 60′s, I was subjected to constant anti-Soviet propaganda during the first couple of decades of my life.  Americans were taught about the “evil empire” and the horrors of communism but we were never taught about what Soviet life was like for the citizens.  This book is a fascinating glimpse into the pros and cons of the Soviet brand of communism and to the horrifying suffering that the Russian people have endured over the years – horrors that Americans could not even *begin* to fathom.  Like seeing your streets filled with dead townspeople, gunned down by the invading German army.  Like seeing the women of your town having to tie their prolapsed uteruses up into their bodies because they have to sow and reap the fields and carry all the loads themselves since the men and the horses and the vehicles are all off fighting a war (from which many of them will never return).  Like seeing a baby tossed out a hospital window because the invading soldiers believe it was born of the “wrong” ethnicity.  Like seeing a young fireman who battled the graphite fire at Chernobyl choking on pieces of his deteriorating internal organs. 

Chernobyl, of course, dominates the subject matter, and it is illuminating to read of the impact of the disaster on the common people.  The government (as they do) kept people in the dark, evacuating them quickly and promising them they’d be able to come back in a couple weeks, thus tricking them into leaving their entire lives and most of their possessions behind.  All pets were forced to be abandoned because their fur was radioactive, and soldiers recount the disgusting and depressing job of having to hunt down and shoot domestic dogs that came running to them for help.  Other soldiers told of impossible orders they received to remove the radioactive topsoil and bury it in waste dumps.  Removing the soil, the bugs, the plants, the roots – removing entire ecosystems – only to have the remaining land contaminated by the next week. 

Folklore built up around the disaster. Many of the victims talk of drinking vodka as medication against the radiation. One man working at the site said he would drink vodka before he would pick up his son, to try and alleviate the impact of the radiation. The survivors discuss how the townspeople in their new homes treated them like lepers, whispering to their children to stay away from the Chernobylites – they were contaminated.  It’s no wonder than many defied the orders to stay out of their homes and returned to live lonely lives in the exclusion zone.  They may be living in a poisoned land, but at least it’s a familiar poisoned land.  It’s home.

Tales of selfless sacrifice of the individual for the good of the country also dominate the book. Like the helicopter pilot who flew way too many missions dropping debris on the flaming reactor, sticking his head of out the helicopter to precisely drop the load and enduring 140°+ f. temperatures rising from raging atomic fire below. Or the men who swam to the bottom of a contaminated pool of water to release a bolt so that the water could be drained safely instead of potentially causing a nuclear explosion. Or the miners who dug beneath the reactor to place dry ice to prevent the nuclear core from leaking into the ground. Or the men who took 6 minute shifts removing highly radioactive debris from the reactor roof. In the plain-spoken words of one of the people in the book: “Those people don’t exist anymore.” Or at least, most of them don’t. And the ones that do still exist are missing thyroid glands or other body parts, and have left a legacy of deformed or prematurely deceased children behind them.

This book has made me have an enormous amount of respect for the Soviet people, and has piqued my interest on reading more about them.  To suffer as much hardship as they have and to weather it despite intense despair and hopelessness – that takes character.  And even though it’s been 25 years since the reactor exploded, the pain of Chernobyl lingers in the memories, and the DNA, of thousands of people. (5/5)

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Dissection

June 5th, 2011

I am very excited about this new acquisition to the library. Can’t wait to have a proper viewing. I’ll share some of the best pics when I can.

Dissection: Photographs of a Rite of Passage in American Medicine 1880-1930

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“The Road Out Of Hell”

June 5th, 2011

A Wretched Recommendation from Aimee!

The Road Out of Hell: Sanford Clark and the True Story of the Wineville Murders
by Anthony Flacco with Jerry Clark

Aimee’s Review:

This book is about the case of California serial killer Gordon Stuart Northcott, who, with the unwilling assistance of his teenage nephew Sanford Clark (whom he brought to California from Canada for just that purpose with the complicity of Clark’s mother) raped, tortured and murdered at least 20 young boys on his isolated chicken ranch in the desert east of L.A.Very disturbing book. Especially so given the attitude of nearly everybody in the Northcott family. Just an example:Northcott had kidnapped a nine or ten-year-old boy named Walter Collins, whom he knew and whose mother he had met, and and kept him chained up in an empty chicken shed for over a week. During that week, Northcott’s mother, Sarah Louise, came to stay, ostensibly to help with some ailing birds. One evening while Sanford and Northcott were getting ready to eat dinner, Louise came storming into the house, furious.She had noticed her son making trips to the supposedly empty shed and had taken it upon herself to take the key and go inside to see what was in there. There she found the badly injured and terrorized Walter, and in talking with him she learned all about what was going on at the ranch.Louise’s fury was triggered not by the pitiful state of the young boy, but rather by the fact that Stuart (her son) had behaved so recklessly in kidnapping a boy whose family he knew. She then insisted that the boy must die immediately, and that furthermore each of them was to strike him with an ax, so none could squeal on the others without implicating himself. Louise herself led the way to the shed, and she struck the first two blows.

Sounds like a fascinating read! I’ll put that one on the morbid reading list immediately and I’ve added it to The Library Eclectica’s Maniacal Monsters aisle. It’s available on Kindle too!

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Radio Bikini

May 26th, 2011

A Wretched Recommendation!

Radio Bikini (1988)

Interesting documentary about the despicable nuclear explosions at Bikini Atoll, which destroyed a beautiful tropical paradise and displaced its residents for the sole purpose of showing the rest of the world that the United States had the biggest balls on earth. I did feel like there was something lacking in this documentary though – maybe because I’d seen most of the footage already in my favorite nuclear documentary The Atomic Cafe (one of the greatest documentaries ever compiled) so it seemed a little worn-out, but if you haven’t seen a documentary about this subject before, I highly recommend it. (4/5)

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Brother’s Keeper

May 25th, 2011

A Wretched Recommendation!

Brother’s Keeper (1992)

Fascinating documentary about the four Ward brothers, poverty-stricken illiterate farmers who lived together in a two-room shack their entire lives. Their reclusive world was turned inside-out when the oldest brother Bill died and the youngest brother Delbert was accused of suffocating him based upon some questionable autopsy evidence. Bill had been suffering for many weeks, possibly from cancer, and Delbert was accused of having placed his hand over Bill’s mouth as they slept side-by-side in the same bed to “mercy kill” his brother. The entire community of Munnville, NY – who had previously shunned the unhygienic and eccentric brothers – rallied around Delbert, coming up with his bail money and standing beside him during his trial.

The most fascinating part of the documentary, for me, was thinking about the sheltered lives that the Ward brothers had led. Imagine living in the same two-room shack your entire life with your brothers, sharing the same bed, never showering, just getting up every day and working hard just to get by. The story of these “boys in the bodies of men” just made me sad, and made me think of my brother Carl, who is similar to the boys in many ways: Unlived lives, lost potential. Overall, a very sad film, but somehow hopeful despite it all. (4/5)

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Aileen: Life & Death Of A Serial Killer

May 22nd, 2011

Aileen: Life & Death Of A Serial Killer (DVD)

I’ve been watching a lot of documentaries on streaming Netflix these days and this one was particularly worthy of a morbid shout-out. It’s a series of interviews with everyone’s favorite john-shootin’ lesbian prostitute, the late Aileen Wuornos (sadly executed in October, 2002) and the people who knew her.

The interviews form the backbone of a fascinating exploration of a complex and troubled personality. In filmmaker Nick Broomfield’s interviews you can literally see Aileen’s personality alternately forming and disintegrating in front of your very eyes; calm, patient and sympathetic one minute and seething with incoherent misanthropic rage the next. In some interviews she claims self-defense as her reason for her murders; in others, she claims she killed for the pleasure of it and lied about self-defense; towards the end of her life, she angrily refused to even discuss the reasons for the murders. She flips off the victims one day and tearfully apologizes for their loss the next.

What we have left is a compelling portrait of an incredibly damaged woman who was betrayed by everyone who ever mattered to her, and went to her grave relieved that her struggle of a life was finally ending. I felt as much pity as contempt for Aileen, and I’m still left wondering what the truth was, and how much of the story was obscured by our culture of misogyny (especially in a conservative state like Florida). (4/5)

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