The 2011 video, Sense of FlyÂing (below), gave viewÂers a remarkÂable look at Espen Fadnes flyÂing down mounÂtain sides at speeds of 155 miles per hour. If you saw the video along with 2.5 milÂlion othÂers, you perÂhaps wonÂdered: What could be going through this guy’s head? Well, now is your chance to find out. A newÂly-released video, Split of a SecÂond (above), gets into the psyÂche and motiÂvaÂtion of the NorÂweÂgian WingÂsuit World ChamÂpiÂon. It also shows the extent to which this guy realÂly lives on a razor’s edge. Strap yourÂself in. Put on your crash helÂmet. And enjoy the ride.
What, you haven’t seen NosÂferÂatu yet? But you’re in luck: not only do you still have a few days left to fit this semÂiÂnal clasÂsic of vamÂpirÂic cinÂeÂma into your HalÂloween viewÂing rotaÂtion, but when the 31st comes, you can watch it free online yet again. An inspiÂraÂtion for countÂless vamÂpire films that would folÂlow over the next nineÂty years, F.W. MurÂnau’s 1922 silent feaÂture adapts Bram StokÂer’s DracÂuÂla, but just looseÂly enough so that it could put its own stamp on the myth and not actuÂalÂly have to pay for rights to the novÂel. Jonathan and Mina HarkÂer? Now Thomas and Ellen HutÂter. Jonathan’s boss RenÂfield? Now a felÂlow named Knock. Count DracÂuÂla, to whose vast and crumÂbling estate RenÂfield sends the hapÂless Jonathan? Now Count Orlok — and unforÂgetÂtably so. We can post no more relÂeÂvant endorseÂment of NosÂferÂatu’s endurÂing valÂue than to say that it remains scary, or at least eerie, to this day. I defy any sophisÂtiÂcatÂed modÂern viewÂer to spend All HalÂlows’ eve with this picÂture and not come away feelÂing faintÂly unsetÂtled.
Part of it has to do with sheer age: while some visuÂal effects haven’t held up — get a load of Orlok escapÂing his cofÂfin in the ship’s carÂgo hold, employÂing a techÂnique trustÂed by every nine-year-old with a video camÂera — the deeply worn look and feel seems, at moments, to mark the film as comÂing from a disÂtant past when arisÂtoÂcratÂic blood-suckÂing livÂing corpses may as well have existÂed.
This same process has, over four decades, imbued with a patiÂna of menÂace every horÂror film made in the sevÂenÂties. Fans of the 1979 WernÂer HerÂzog-Klaus KinÂsÂki colÂlabÂoÂraÂtionNosÂferÂatu the Vampyre, a comÂpanÂion piece obviÂousÂly worth viewÂing in any case, can attest to this. You might also conÂsidÂer incorÂpoÂratÂing in your HalÂloween night viewÂing E. Elias MerÂhige’s ShadÂow of the VamÂpire, a satire of the 1920s film indusÂtry’s colÂliÂsion of eccenÂtric old-world craftsÂmanÂship and savÂage comÂmerÂcial bufÂfoonÂery which imagÂines Orlok as havÂing been played by a geniÂune vamÂpire. As for FranÂcis Ford CopÂpoÂla’s rights-havÂing 1992 adapÂtaÂtion Bram StokÂer’s DracÂuÂla… well, its chief point of interÂest is still Gary OldÂman’s hairÂstyle.
PriÂor to becomÂing a houseÂhold name, Stephen King did time as a high school EngÂlish teacher and a laborÂer in an indusÂtriÂal launÂdry. These days, he could insuÂlate his loveÂly VicÂtoÂriÂan home with crisp hunÂdreds if such were his whim. Yet it seems he hasÂn’t forÂgotÂten what it’s like to watch every penÂny, wishÂing there was enough fat in the budÂget for the purÂchase of one measly comÂic book based on an insaneÂly famous author’s obscure short stoÂry…
Or is he researchÂing what it feels like to be an undisÂcovÂered writer in the digÂiÂtal age, anxÂiousÂly danÂgling free conÂtent on his webÂsite in an attempt to build readÂerÂship?
BroÂken into thrice weekÂly installÂments to be delivÂered over a periÂod of eight weeks, King’s stoÂry conÂcerns one Andrew NewÂsome, the sixth richÂest man in the world, and Kat MacÂDonÂald, the expoÂnenÂtialÂly less well-to-do RN carÂing for him in the wake of a debilÂiÂtatÂing acciÂdent, anothÂer subÂject to which King is no stranger. As of this writÂing, the comÂic is only availÂable on the author’s webÂsite, though the King jugÂgerÂnaut is so unstopÂpable, the next move may well be a film, a tv minisÂeries or a BroadÂway musiÂcal. Maine winÂters are long and cold. PerÂhaps even the masÂter of susÂpense warms to the prospect of some extra insuÂlaÂtion.
In the openÂing minÂutes of his new memÂoir WagÂing Heavy Peace (I lisÂtened to the audio book, and you can too for free), Neil Young talks about his modÂel trains, his extenÂsive colÂlecÂtion of vinÂtage cars, and not much about music per se — although he does highÂlight his entreÂpreÂneurÂial effort to save the music indusÂtry with a new-fanÂgled audio sysÂtem called PureÂTone.
For quite some time now, Young has lamentÂed the decline of music durÂing the digÂiÂtal age. It’s not piratÂing that’s the culÂprit. It’s the MP3, a forÂmat that degrades the qualÂiÂty of the music we hear. SpeakÂing at a Wall Street JourÂnal conÂferÂence earÂliÂer this year (watch here), Young comÂplained that the MP3 can’t “transÂfer the depth of the art.” “My goal,” he conÂtinÂued, “is to try and resÂcue the art form that I’ve been pracÂticÂing for the past 50 years.”
Enter PureÂTone, which has actuÂalÂly been renamed Pono more recentÂly. The device/music serÂvice will hit the marÂket next year, and it essenÂtialÂly promisÂes to let fans hear recordÂings in super high fideliÂty, as if they owned the origÂiÂnal masÂter tapes creÂatÂed by varÂiÂous artists. Not long ago, Flea, the bassist of the Red Hot Chili PepÂpers, raved about the sound of Pono, telling Rolling Stone: “It’s not like some vague thing that you need dogs’ ears to hear. It’s a drasÂtic difÂferÂence.”
If that’s right, Young may do a great serÂvice for musiÂcians everyÂwhere, and make a lot of monÂey for himÂself and othÂers along the way. I mean imagÂine the numÂber of remasÂters that could hit the marÂket in the comÂings years, startÂing with two by Bob Dylan — The FreeÂwheelÂin’ Bob Dylan and HighÂway 61 RevisÂitÂed. A perÂfect place to begin.
We at Open CulÂture have disÂcovÂered a handy piece of softÂware that will make it easÂiÂer to use our colÂlecÂtion, 600 Free eBooks for iPad, KinÂdle & OthÂer Devices. CalÂiÂbre is a free e‑book library manÂageÂment softÂware that lets users conÂvert e‑books from one forÂmat to anothÂer.
Say that you’ve downÂloaded Jane Austen’s Pride and PrejÂuÂdice in the open ePUB forÂmat and want to move the book onto your KinÂdle. CalÂiÂbre can conÂvert the text into all of the major e‑reader forÂmats, includÂing Kindle’s proÂpriÂetary forÂmat. The proÂgram will then sync the text to your device and you’re good to go.
CalÂiÂbre supÂports e‑book forÂmats used by major manÂuÂfacÂturÂers (includÂing AmaÂzon, Apple, Barnes & Noble and Sony), but if your device isn’t listÂed in the program’s list, Calibre’s “generÂic device” option will most likeÂly do the job.
The proÂgram also offers a default viewÂer for readÂing texts on your comÂputÂer, and books can be conÂvertÂed from one platÂform to anothÂer, makÂing it easy to move books from your phone to iPad to lapÂtop and beyond.
CalÂiÂbre fills a niche for e‑book readÂers, proÂvidÂing a simÂple way to manÂage e‑libraries. The proÂgram also helps manÂage and orgaÂnize online magÂaÂzines, newsÂpaÂpers and othÂer readÂing mateÂriÂals. Click “Fetch News” and CalÂiÂbre will scan selectÂed online news outÂlets and catÂaÂlog them in your colÂlecÂtion.
You can even buy books by using Calibre’s interÂface to search for the best price on a selectÂed title.
“If you know litÂtle about FelliÂni,” warns Roger Ebert in his review of FelliÂni: I’m a Born Liar (watch it free online here), “this is not the place to start.” PerÂhaps he rightÂly issues such a disÂclaimer about a forÂmalÂly unorthoÂdox docÂuÂmenÂtary that plunges deeply and immeÂdiÂateÂly into the aesÂthetÂics of its subÂjecÂt’s work while payÂing bareÂly any heed to the facts of his life. But if you can’t say that FedÂeriÂco FelliÂnidealt near-excluÂsiveÂly in aesÂthetÂics, you can’t say it about anyÂone. The direcÂtor’s love of artiÂfice, which evenÂtuÂalÂly led to his total dedÂiÂcaÂtion to shootÂing all scenes on a soundÂstage, proÂduced motion picÂtures so flamÂboyÂant yet so disÂtincÂtive and perÂsonÂal that first-time viewÂers still find themÂselves undeÂcidÂed as to whether to call them eleÂgant or grotesque. The verÂdict, as any regÂuÂlar attendee of revival screenÂings of 8½, JuliÂet of the SpirÂits, SatyriÂcon, and AmarÂcord knows, is that they’re both: grotesque to the extent of their eleÂgance, and eleÂgant to the extent of their grotesqueÂness. This already gives docÂuÂmenÂtarÂiÂan DamiÂan PetÂtiÂgrew much to work with, and indeed, he would have had the mateÂrÂiÂal and experÂtise to assemÂble a robust essay film on Fellini’s visuÂals alone. But he chose to make a freshÂer examÂiÂnaÂtion.
Though he preÂmiered the movie in 2002, PetÂtiÂgrew’s real work on I’m a Born Liar began nearÂly twenÂty years before. In 1983, he met with the ItalÂian novÂelÂist ItaÂlo CalviÂno, intendÂing to shoot a docÂuÂmenÂtary about him. But upon realÂizÂing that their conÂverÂsaÂtions came around inevitably to FelliÂni, the writer arranged a surÂprise meetÂing of the two filmÂmakÂers. Years latÂer, FelliÂni would subÂmit to the ten-hour interÂview from PetÂtiÂgrew that strucÂtures this film. CerÂtain colÂlabÂoÂraÂtors give tesÂtiÂmoÂny, notably still-shakÂen actors like DonÂald SutherÂland and TerÂence Stamp. But CalviÂno’s own appearÂance turns out to shed the most light on his counÂtryÂman’s work, and vice verÂsa, not least because both of them preÂferred to find the truth through elabÂoÂrate fabÂriÂcaÂtion. I’m a Born Liar’s surÂprisÂingÂly thorÂough Wikipedia page quotes a pasÂsage from CalviÂno’s Mr. PaloÂmar that supÂposÂedÂly inspired FelliÂni on a shoot, but may also reflect the whole basis of his craft: “Life on the surÂface is so rich and varÂiÂous that I have no urge to enquire furÂther. I believe that it is only when you’ve come to know the surÂface of things that you can try to find out what lies beneath. But the surÂface of things is inexÂhaustible.”
When I first heard that 43-year old AusÂtriÂan dareÂdevÂil and forÂmer milÂiÂtary paraÂchutist Felix BaumÂgartÂner would be jumpÂing 128,000 feet from space, my immeÂdiÂate reacÂtion was, “What? Why?!” Because why would anyÂone do that? And I assumed it was all some macho stunt to proÂmote Red Bull, his corÂpoÂrate sponÂsor, which isn’t entireÂly unfoundÂed. But I also had no sense of the hisÂtoric conÂtext, the sciÂenÂtifÂic impliÂcaÂtions, and until I read the details, the truÂly death-defyÂing magÂniÂtude of it all. As I watched the jump and then learned more, my wonÂder and admiÂraÂtion grew, parÂticÂuÂlarÂly in readÂing Baumgartner’s own accounts of his sevÂen years of prepaÂraÂtion for the feat.
BaumÂgartÂner bestÂed Chuck YeaÂger on the same day in hisÂtoÂry that YeaÂger broke the sound barÂriÂer (he says Yeager’s going to be “pissed”). He also broke the record set by Joseph KitÂtinger, an Air Force pilot who leapt from 102,800 feet (19.5 miles) above earth in 1960. You can watch a short docÂuÂmenÂtary of Kittinger’s famous jump above. The techÂnolÂoÂgy of 1960 didn’t allow for the crysÂtal-clear images BaumÂgartÂner capÂtured with his two suit camÂeras, but it’s still an impresÂsive litÂtle film, made more so by Kittinger’s voice over describÂing the senÂsaÂtions he expeÂriÂenced durÂing free fall. Below is a clasÂsic 1960 newsÂreel film of the jump, with a draÂmatÂic announcÂer and triÂumphal, marÂtial music.
KitÂtinger and BaumÂgartÂner first met in 2008, and the elder test pilot supÂportÂed and helped plan the Red Bull Stratos project that would break his record. He also served as BaumÂgartÂner’s misÂsion conÂtrol, guidÂing him from his tiny space capÂsule to the ground. The jump was apparÂentÂly supÂposed to take place two years earÂliÂer, on the 50th anniverÂsary of Kittinger’s, but was delayed. Below, you can watch KitÂtinger disÂcuss the project and his own career in a 2010 interÂview with Red Bull.
Josh Jones is a docÂtorÂal canÂdiÂdate in EngÂlish at FordÂham UniÂverÂsiÂty and a co-founder and forÂmer manÂagÂing ediÂtor of GuerÂniÂca / A MagÂaÂzine of Arts and PolÂiÂtics.
It hapÂpened sudÂdenÂly one day. Howard Engel, a CanaÂdiÂan mysÂtery writer, woke up and realÂized he couldÂn’t read the daiÂly newsÂpaÂper, let alone his own novÂels. He had sufÂfered a stroke, it turns out, that left him with a rare conÂdiÂtion called alexÂia sine agraphia, a conÂdiÂtion that strangeÂly leaves vicÂtims unable to read, but able to write. It seems paraÂdoxÂiÂcal. ReadÂing and writÂing go hand in hand, right? Not necÂesÂsarÂiÂly, and that’s why we’re glad that we have NPR’s artÂful video here to explain.
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