#correspondents at war

[wyrmfedgrave]

Pics:

1. Fred J. Jackson was an American author, playwright, screenwriter, novelist, director & producer for the pulps & stage & screen.

2 thru 6. Fred was a highly prolific author of short stories, serialized novels & movie scripts.

He used the great pen name of Victor Thorne.

Though he usually wrote for the pulp mags, many of his tales were adapted into film - but, by others...

Among his works are:

A. The musical "La La Lucille."

B. The novels "Hidden Princess" & "Anne Against the World."

C. The plays "Iron Woman", "Naughty Wife", "Stop Flirting" & "The Bishop Misbehaves!"

D. The screenplays "Man Hunt", "Wells Fargo", "Miracle on Main Street", "Dark Swan", "Stormy Weather" & "The Fatal Ring."

E. The short stories "High Speed", "Jack of Diamonds" & "The Morocco Box."

7 & 8. "La La Lucille" was one of Fred's best works. Here we have 1 page of the piano score for it & a look at it's stage production as well.

1913: Missives of War!

Bio - This year started out like the last few. With Lovecraft sleeping the days away. Waiting for night's release.

But, his life was about to change...

As a devoted reader, Howard had strong opinions about what he liked. And he wasn't shy about sharing his thoughts.

HPL was a regular commentator, of the early pulps, for 2 years now.

He probably didn't know that his most recent, long & venomous missive was about to stir up a letter 'war.'

One whose 'battles' would last for almost a year!

Lovecraft had become incensed of the amount of space that Argosy¹ had given over to Fred Jackson's "trivial, effeminate &... coarse" romances.

Howard followed this up with his criticism that Fred's characters had the "delicate passions & emotions proper (only) to negroes & anthropoid apes²!"

This led to, as (the writer) "Arthur³" best describes as, "a snail mail flame war" between 'allies' of both men!

For HPL, this meant an attack on himself - as the "Poet of Providence" & the old style language that he used.

Focusing on how Howard must be "in love with his dictionary!!"

Lovecraft responded by complaining about Fred's "erotic fiction⁴" (innocent by today's standards)!

And, how Howard preferred tales "where acts of valor are more dwelled upon, than (the) affairs of Venus⁵."

Numerous of Fred's defenders kept the venom flowing. One going so far as to threaten "to loosen up my .44-6 on that man Lovecraft!!"

HPL then escalated the 'fight', venting his contempt - in verse⁶!

One John Russell became Howard's personal 'enemy' - by responding in kind!!

The whole thing was a sort of an early "rap battle" with "wicked burns" being spit out by both sides!

In the end, both men came to regard each other as intellectual equals, veterans of a rarified battleground...

This poetic "smackdown" would see both men suddenly become 'noticed.'

Notes:

1. Argosy was the 1st American pulp fiction magazine. It specialized in short story, male oriented tales.

2. As usual, HPL likes to use race & bad pseudo-science to empower the impact of his curses.

3. I don't know who writes under this name, so don't ask. She/He/It does have some great turns of phrase.

4. A common trope of this 'romance' material is rape 'enjoyable' enough for the 'heroine' to fall in 'love' with the 'hero' - without her ever consenting to have 'sex'!!!

This is something that still crops up in rape fantasies, porn movies, etc...

5. Venus was the Roman Goddess of Love & Sexual Passion. She's the Latin version of the earlier Greek Aphrodite.

6. Mostly heroic couplets in the style of Pope & Dryden.

Lovecraft's poetic missives include the "Ad Criticos" cycle & " The End of the Jackson War."

Quotes:

1. In 1913 (during the 'war'), Howard stated - in some surprise, "(My little letter) created an immense sensation (of hatred) among... Argosy's readers."

2. In 1916, HPL crowed that, "The editor... had anti-Lovecraft letters - on the following month!"

"Then, I (wrote) another satire, flaying my tormentors in stinging iambic pentameter⁷."

"This too was printed - til the storm of fury waxed high."

(The dispute was, for the most part, quite good natured.)

Note:

7. Iambic pentameter describes a poetic satire written in 10 syllable sentences & composed of 5 parts.

[mysharona1987]

[nando161mando]

"The killing, um the death, of a Palestinian man..."

A BBC correspondent goes to great lengths to avoid reporting that Israel killed 78 y/o US citizen Omar As'ad.

[ciderbird]

every time I try to make some sense of the franco-russian alliance of 1807-1812 I’m losing my mind because it goes like

historian 1: from the very beginning tsar Alexander decided to use his charm to fool Napoleon and merely pretended to be his ally to win some time, much needed to prepare a new Coalition. We can see his distrust clearly from his correspondence.

historian 2: from the very beginning Napoleon decided to use his charm to fool Alexander and manipulated his ambitions to win some time, much needed to secure a peace with England. We can see the tsar’s excitement clearly from his correspondence.

historian 3: Napoleon and Alexander never actually trusted one another and the whole alliance was a ruse based on mutual flattery and empty promises so that the two great powers could prepare for a new war. We can see this animosity clearly from their correspondence.

historian 4: Napoleon and Alexander were mutually charmed and developed a deep intimate friendship that was sullied by obligation and political intrigue. We can see their sincere attachment clearly from their corres-

[alicentflorent]

People are shading Rhaenyra over being angry about constantly being harassed about bringing daemon back but let’s not forget that he groomed her, emotionally manipulated her and since the usurping had started to become physically abusive to her. Daemon is important to their war efforts because he has caraxes and is the only one willing to willing to get his hands dirty by directly committing war crimes but Rhaenyra is still struggling with questioning every aspect of the relationship she thought that they had and if he can still be trusted to be loyal if she chooses to end the relationship

[quatregats]

Well, you sure did write some studies in psychology alright

[bluebellowl]

I always imagined he'd be a war correspondent, not sure for what country though. He’d be perfect for the job. There's no risk of dying and STAYING dead; there are many stories around him. Soldiers are losing it when they saw him get taken out by artillery, and the next day he’s back on his feet with one gold coin less (gotta pay the boatman).

His prosthetics would be more makeshift than usual since they’re so likely to break. This also goes for his eye, which is why sometimes when he’s looking to the side, it looks a bit odd. Apparently there was a shortage of prosthetic eyes in WW2 because soldiers would lose an eye a lot through flying projectiles of all kinds.

I nicknamed him “The Skunk” because of his hair. He’d wear it short in those years to maintain it better, making the pigment-less stripe along his scar very visible. Soldiers like to give nicknames.

[i-am-aprl]

TODAY: A Palestine solidarity demonstration gathered outside the entrance of the White House Correspondents Dinner, confronting celebs and high-profile guests as they arrive.

[diazheartsbuckley]

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Hello my love 😘

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“So you have a kid?” Buck asks carefully, for once in his life trying to not pry too much. Eddie hasn’t mentioned it before and no one else around them has, so he figures that there’s a story to be found there. Not one that he intends to share with the world but rather one that he wants to keep between the two of them.

“Yeah, this is Christopher. He just turned 13” Eddie says as he pulls a picture of his son out of his wallet, carefully handing it to Buck. Everyone knows that he has Christopher and he doesn’t try to hide it but he hasn’t talked to him about a month because the connection in the camp has been beyond repair. “He lives with his mom in LA” He continues.

Buck inspects the picture, seeing a kid with curly hair, glasses and crutches and a wide smile on his face as someone holds up a giant teddy bear next to him. He hands the picture back to Eddie with a small smile and Eddie looks at it for a few seconds before putting it back in his wallet. “Cute kid” Buck says, shoving Eddie’s shoulder gently and Eddie smiles quickly but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“He is” Eddie agrees with a nod and feels his eyes drifting towards the setting sun in the horizon. He chews on his lip, surprised at the fact that just two months ago, he was about to rip Buck’s head off if he came too close but now they’re shoulder to shoulder, talking about the most important thing in his life.

Buck senses the tension forming in the air and without realizing it, he gives Eddie’s hand a gentle squeeze and lets it linger for a moment before he retracts. “Listen, I know that I can be a pain in the ass” Buck chuckles lightly.

“That’s putting it nicely” Eddie says teasingly, the look on his face expressing just as much.

The blonde clutches his shirt in mock hurt before he chuckles again and lets his elbow rest against Eddie’s. “What I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted, is that I know that I can be a pain in the ass but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care. Sometimes it actually means the exact opposite, I chase stories that I think matter, I push people to talk about things that they normally wouldn’t and that sometimes causes a lot of pain or anger or frustration and anything in between” Buck says, nodding a little as he looks at Eddie.

“What I’m trying to say, Eddie, is that I care about you”

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[workersolidarity]

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PROTESTERS DISPLAY MEMORIAL TO THE DEAD IN GAZA FOR BIDEN WHITE HOUSE

📹 Scenes from demonstrations in Washington DC, in the United States, where protesters displayed a memorial on a building to the over 140 journalists killed in the Israeli occupation's genocidal bombardment of the Gaza Strip.

The memorial was displayed for the Biden administration and American journalists to see during last night's White House Correspondants' Dinner.

#source

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[carbone14]

'Lee Miller in Hitler’s bathtub, Hitler’s apartment' - Munich - 30 avril 1945

Photographie de Lee Miller et David E Scherman

[historyforfuture]

When the criminal finds no punishment , he increases his crimes

The criminal netanyahoo and his gang with the criminal zionist forces spe. air forces which have no men bec. They kill and assassin but not fight .

[ciderbird]

this is how I sound to my irl friends btw

[blueshistorysims]

September 1936, Madrid, Spain

The scenery reminded him of the Great War—in the worst possible way. Bombed-out buildings and empty streets were hauntingly similar to the destroyed French villages he had passed on his way to the trenches. 

“Dr. Walsh!” A Scottish voice shouted.

Byron turned his head, and to his surprise, saw Elspeth MacGregor. “Elspeth?”

She nodded. “Aye, thought it were ya, but didn’t know if ya preferred Duke or Doctor.”

“Doctor. I didn’t spend eight years in university for nothing. You know I don’t like my title.”

Elspeth scoffed. “Ya’ve been the Duke of Feldsbury fourteen years. Ya enjoy the benefits, power, and money of yer title while claimin’ ya don’t like it, ya prefer to not use yer title in private. Yer a hypocrite.”

“Says the communist interior designer.”

“I’m a reporter for the Scottish National Party’s paper now. Why else would I be here? And ya ken I haven't been an interior designer since the Crash.”

He sighed, unsure what else to say. 

“Why are ya here?”

“Antonio Hernandez, the museum director of the National Archaeological Museum, wrote to me. He and I received our doctorates together. They’re moving many of the artifacts away from the fighting, and they needed someone with a background in Mesopotamian languages. And with money.”

“How does yer wife feel ‘bout ya bein’ here?”

“Worried, of course, but… I need to be here.”

“Why?”

He frowned. “It’s the first time I’ve felt useful since your brother died.”

Elspeth looked at the crumbled ruins around them. “I miss him. Christ, I miss him so much. But… I dinna think he’d want us to mourn over a ghost. We’ve got Miranda and our memories of him. Yer livin’ in the past, Byron. Ya need to start lookin’ toward the future. If not yer sake, do it for me brother.”

“Shaking the past is easier said than done.”

“Ya should try it first before ya complain.”

He chuckled. 

She pushed up her glasses. “Canna I ask ya a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Most of the Independent Labour Party members I ken are republicans. How do they tolerate ya?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m the party’s biggest donor. They can’t afford to not to.”

She laughed right along with him. 

[deadpresidents]

"I sincerely feel that the country is on the verge of ruin, and unless the policy which governs our national affairs can be changed, we must soon end in national bankruptcy and a military despotism. Perhaps the former cannot be arrested, but the latter may; but in my opinion the policy can only be changed by a change of administration. Hence I am for a change, and I looked upon the election of General [George B.] McClellan as the last hope for the restoration of the Union and honorable peace and the security of personal liberty; and this you may publish to the world as my views on the pending crisis. I shall, with great pleasure, cast my vote for Gen. McClellan and [Democratic Vice Presidential nominee Representative George H.] Pendleton."

-- Former President Millard Fillmore, criticizing the Administration of Abraham Lincoln and endorsing Democratic Presidential nominee George B. McClellan in the 1864 election, in a letter to a Mr. Douglas of Brooklyn, New York, November 1864.