Click to remember

From this morning’s New York Times.

The funeral rites for popes stipulated by John Paul in 1996 specifically prohibited photographing the pope on “his sickbed or after death,” except for specially accredited photographers. Signs in St. Peter’s Basilica also prohibit photography.

But this week, the heavy air around the pope’s bier has not been filled with prayer so much as with tiny popping flashes and clicking shutters.

“Of course everyone is taking pictures,” said Antonio Parente, 19 , who had managed to take eight pictures in the 30 seconds it took to walk by the body. “They want to remember this moment.”

Here’s a great marketing opportunity for Nokia — offer to sponsor the funeral of the next pope!

Rover: a puzzle

Here’s a question: the UK and France are countries with comparable populations. How come then that the French market can support three volume car manufacturers — Renault, Citroen and Peugeot — while Britain cannot support one? One possible answer: the French like to drive French cars, while the British clearly didn’t want to be seen in the products of their local industry. There’s a lesson there, somewhere.

The Grokster case: transcript

Jordan Running has performed a terrific service in providing an HTML version of the transcript of oral arguments in the Supreme Court hearing. It’s a long read (55 pages in pdf form) but fascinating. What I love about the Supremes is the way they constantly butt in, so that the lawyers never get a chance to hit their rhetorical strides.

“Events, dear boy, events…”

… was Harold Macmillan’s celebrated answer to a journalist’s question about what can most easily steer a government off course. The extraordinary events of this evening concerning the fate of Rover, the last British-owned volume car manufacturer, provide a vivid illustration of Mac’s adage. First, Patricia Hewitt, the Secretary of State for Trade and Industry, announces at a press conference that the company is going into receivership. This is immediately denied by the Board, which says that they have merely asked their accountants to advise them. But even if the company wasn’t going to the wall before Hewitt’s statement, it certainly didn’t seem to have much of a future afterwards! Would you buy a used (or even a new) car from such an outfit?

What’s funny about this (and what reminded me of Macmillan) was that this came on the day after the damaging internal feud between Tony Blair and Gordon Brown seemed to have been settled. It looked as though this last lingering credibility problem for Labour had been laid to rest. And then along comes Rover (which has always been an economic basket-case) and upsets the apple-cart.

Saul Bellow: big ideas and wandering fools

Lovely tribute in OpenDemocracy by Tom McBride. Excerpt:

Ideas for him were about action, and action was about ideas. Originally a Russian Jew from Montreal, he came of age during the depression in Chicago where the banker and butcher alike were reading Shakespeare and talking about ideas because, as he said later, they had little faith in material success. How could you back then? He freely admitted that as a novelist he was formed in the cauldron of urban life, with its terrific literacy and intellectuality. He never ran with bulls in Pamplona, as did Hemingway, or sought concord with talented ex-cons, as did Norman Mailer. He mainly just hung out in Chicago.

Quote of the day

I sometimes enjoy saying that anybody’s life can be encompassed in about 10 wonderful jokes. One of my favorites is about an American singer who makes his debut at La Scala. He sings his first aria to great applause. And the crowd calls ‘Ancora, vita, vita.’ He sings it a second time, and again they call for an encore. Then a third time and a fourth … Finally, panting and exhausted, he asks, ‘How many times must I sing this aria?’ Then someone tells him, ‘Until you get it right.’

That’s how it is with me – I always feel I haven’t gotten it quite right, and so I go on singing.”

Saul Bellow, in an interview with the NYT, 1981

Thanks to Gerard for the quote.

How to crash your server in one easy step

Royalweddingcam.com announces that it will be

launching this site Thursday 7th April 2005 in preparation for the wedding of Prince Charles and Camilla Parker-Bowles, who will be married in Windsor’s Guildhall on Saturday 9th April.

Our intention is to show live views of the Guildhall and some general webcam views of Windsor itself before, during and after this Royal Wedding.

Downfall

I’ve just come back from seeing Downfall, Bernd Eichinger’s film based on Joachim Fest’s book Der Untergang (The Downfall: Inside Hitler’s Bunker, The Last Days of the Third Reich). I went partly because I’ve been fascinated by the story of what went on in that claustrophobic bunker ever since reading Hugh Trevor-Roper’s terrific account, The Last Days of Hitler, and partly because of the controversy the film has stirred up in Germany and elsewhere. According to this report in the Guardian, for example, historians have panned the film because of its allegedly sympathetic portrayal of the coterie which surrounded Hitler in his last days. The article says, in part:

“Soldiers who appeared to be good, solid troops were probably really up to their necks in war crimes of the first order,” said Professor David Cesarani, a specialist in Jewish history.

Peter Longerich, professor of modern German history at Royal Holloway, University of London, criticised the characterisation of Albert Speer, the doctor Ernst-Günter Schenck and Hitler’s secretary, Traudl Junge. “We have only one source for Albert Speer’s claim that he confessed in the bunker to having sabotaged Hitler’s orders, and that is his own memoirs,” he said.

“Traudl Junge [Hitler’s Secretary] never admitted she was a member of the Nazi party; but of course she was a member of Nazi organisations – far from the innocent, naive young woman we see in the film. And Dr Schenck was involved in performing various experiments on people in concentration camps.”

Prof Cesarani said: “As for [Wilhelm] Mohnke, I never thought I would see a film that portrayed sympathetically a man who was responsible for a massacre of British troops outside Dunkirk; just one of the things he did.”

I’m sure there’s something in that, but I don’t think anyone could come away from the film feeling that it was really ‘soft’ on Nazism. The portrayal of Hitler by Bruno Ganz is a spellbinding and utterly credible picture of a crazed tyrant.

The strangest thing of all, though, was the eerie convergence between Hitler’s view of the German people and the views of the Allies who felt that the Germans had brought their destruction upon themselves. At several points in the film, the Fuhrer rants on about his indifference to the suffering of German civilians in the closing months of the war. His logic was that since they had elevated him to power, they deserved everything that happened to them. They hadn’t measured up to the role of master-race and therefore deserved extinction.

Another thought: this is a film you have to see in a cinema. Since all the action takes place in a city that is under constant bombardment, you need a powerful, surround-sound system to convey the ‘crump’ and vibration of the bombing. It won’t be anything like as effective on a home DVD system.

Saul Bellow is dead

From MSNBC

NEW YORK – Nobel laureate Saul Bellow, a master of comic melancholy who in “Herzog,” “Humboldt’s Gift” and other novels both championed and mourned the soul’s fate in the modern world, died Tuesday. He was 89.

New York Times obit here.

Re-entry

Mark Shuttleworth is a geek who made a fortune from an e-commerce secure payment system and then paid $20 million to fly on a Russian space mission. There’s a riveting Slashdot interview with him in which he talks at length about this and about his other passion — open source software. His description of the flight — and in particular his account of re-entry — is unforgettable:

The actual flight itself is such a gift I can well imagine that people will be queuing for sub-orbital flights when they really come onto the market. The sight of the earth from space is breathtaking, and life changing. 3 minutes in space will change your perspective, I guarantee, on the way we treat one another and the world. So imagine ten days in orbit, the first few on the tiny Soyuz, which rotates end-over-end to maintain solar attitude thus giving you the entertaining experience of being both weightless and inside a tumble dryer on slow-motion. Imagine learning to live and work in an environment that is at once dangerous and peaceful. Imagine using a VOIP connection to call your best friends from orbit in between science experiments and time conducting earth observations. It was ten days, but it passed in a blur.

From a shake-your-bones point of view, the re-entry in a Soyuz can’t really be beaten. You are coming in at mach 25 when the atmosphere first sucks you in. You see the blackness of space turning a dull red as the heat builds up around your vehicle. The Soyuz is designed to orient itself correctly for re-entry even if it’s a dead craft with no attitude control, so you feel the craft swinging around to ensure that the heatshield will take the brunt of it. Then you watch your spacecraft disintegrate and burn up around you, and the G forces build up till you are in the middle of an inferno with the spare hard drives you brought back on your chest weighting a ton, and the Soyuz spinning like a top to try and spread the heat load out evenly on the shield. You watch bolts and other pieces of metal on the outside melt and run liquid across your window before it blisters and blackens. It’s an unbelievable display of forces entirely outside of your control with you, an ant, in the middle of the fireworks display. You know that your survival is totally dependent on the people who put this machine together, that there is nothing you personally can do if it comes apart. It’s a hell of a ride.

Thanks to Dave Hill for the link.