More Nochnoi Dozor News

Glubina is a new fan site dedicated to Russian sf/f films. It archives articles from the Russian press. This talkshow transcript contains a lot of good information straight from Lukyanenko's mouth. He says there will be one more book in the Nochnoi Dozor series, but only one; he doesn't want to be "one of those writers who pulls the veins out of his work". He also said that the third movie, the one to be co-produced with Fox, will not use the same storyline as the third book, Sumerechnii Dozor. Instead, there'll be a whole new storyline as Russian and American Night Watches join together to fight crime in both Moscow and the US. The Russian actors will keep their iconic roles; Lukyanenko will create brand new American characters for the American actors. Sounds like fun to me!

I also learned the amusing fact that in Night Watch stories written by one of Lukyanenko's friends, the Samarkand Night Watch shares its building with the Day Watch to save money on the lease!

Nochnoi Dozor has its controversial side, too. Apparently the movie has brought out the moonbats and created new business for professional fortunetellers, witches, and psychics. Lukyanenko was careful to say that he doesn't believe in magic, that he likes to make up his magic rather than research the occult, and that really believing in magic is not healthy. (He's a psychologist, and before he became a full time writer he worked at the Alma-Ata mental hospital. I know this because one of his old coworkers actually called in.)

One listener asked pretty much the same question, mentioning that he writes about magic, and asking if he was a believer. Lukyanenko turned the question to something not previously covered. "I am Orthodox. I was baptized three years ago. I wrote the books _Cold Shores_ and _The Morning Comes_ on the idea that Christ died in infancy, and an ordinary man took his place. It was necessary for me to immerse myself in the Bible. And after writing them, I understood that I was ready to accept the faith."

Cool, eh?

The interview also provided some reliable Lukyanenko "potions": pickle juice or brine for wives to use on husbands' hangovers, meeting the wife at the door with chilled champagne as a love potion for husbands to use.

Finally, Lukyanenko provided a recipe for a "Twilight Chicken" casserole (no measurements in the transcription, I'm afraid). First, put some of that cooking parchment in the pan. Cut raw potatoes into circular pieces and use them as the first layer of the dish. Then cut your chicken up into small pieces; that's the second layer. Make a sauce out of mayonnaise, sour cream, and herbs and spices, and pour it over everything. Put cranberries on top of that. Then another layer of potatoes. Then grated cheese on top (parmesan is best). Bake in the oven till it's done.

The cranberries sound weird, but we do eat them with turkey....

Nochnoi Dozor: The Addiction

I finally got my younger brother, one of my cousins, and the cousin's girlfriend to watch my DVD with me. They loved it as much as I did (which is good, because I'd _really_ been bugging them about it). The whole Russian magic thing just blew their minds, they loved the magic truck even more than I did, and the looks on their faces as the twists kept coming and the stakes kept rising were _priceless_.

My younger brother's comment: "Better than The Matrix", "dark", and "really innovative". During the whole movie, he kept alternating between laughing and sucking in his breath. He agreed with me that Richard Tucholka, creator of Bureau 13, should see this movie -- and use it in his own movie pitch. Also, "I'd have no problem with paying full price to see this."

The cousin's comment: "That was really messed up!" "Where did you buy this movie? I want it!" "_I_ want a sword like Zavulon's!" "The next movie? Oh, yeah!" He really liked the videogame foreshadowing. He really liked the whole movie, in fact, and I almost expect to see a Gorsvet logo on his wall when I next see him.

The girlfriend's comment: "Wow. That was good." (She said other stuff, too, but I was tired and she was soft-spoken.)

It's a fun, fun movie to watch with other people. And now, when I mention Olga and Tiger Cub and Anton and Zavulon, not to mention Yegor, they'll know what I'm talking about.

An Ancient Mariner of Earthsea

I've just been doing a re-read of Ursula K. LeGuin's A Wizard of Earthsea. It's always had a very strange feel to it, IMHO -- a sort of spookier version of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, with the Shadow substituting for the Albatross. I was never satisfied with LeGuin's explanation of what the Shadow was supposed to be. But this time around, older and aware of LeGuin's abortion, I suddenly realized something very odd: Ged being followed around by the Shadow seems like a very accurate depiction of a post-abortive woman's grief and pain.

It would explain why Ged's a guy (it'd hit too close to home otherwise). It'd explain why the Shadow's initial appearance on Gont is the result of being tempted by the opposite sex, and why the Shadow is so very nameless and faceless, and why it keeps calling to him. Most of all, it explains why the Shadow wants to come after Ged and _live inside him_. The possessed body called a gebbeth sounds like a horror movie version of pregnancy itself!

It would also explain why the Shadow is so closely associated with dreams of fame, power, and education -- because LeGuin's pro-choice speech explicitly said that it was good that she'd had the abortion because otherwise she'd have to stay at home and not go to school and be nothing. (Which makes the whole thing about how Ged really should've stayed on Gont and learned patience and quietness kinda ironic...not to mention "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas", but everyone spotted that.) It would explain, as well, why Ged kills more creatures than any other LeGuin protagonist I
can think of.

Finally, it would explain why LeGuin's other Earthsea books almost always seem to be about unwriting and retconning this one. If I'd written a book about something that made me feel really guilty, I guarantee I'd keep picking at that scab, too.

I realize I could be all wrong about this, because I usually think psychological explanations for writers' writing are either too all-encompassing or too bizarre. But I honestly think this explains a great deal of the odd emotional power LeGuin seems to have invested into the story. It is a story of sin and admitting one's own accountability for evil actions. It is a story of recovery from grief. If I'm right, moreover, this is one of the greatest literary elegies of all time, a children's book written for a child that, like the Shadow, has no face and has no name.

Some possibly relevant quotes:

Then he fell forward as if to embrace earth with his outstretched arms, and when he rose he held something dark in his straining hands and arms, something so heavy that he shook with effort getting to his feet...the shapeless mass of darkness he had lifted split apart. It sundered, and a pale spindle of light gleamed between his opened arms, a faint oval reaching from the ground up to the height of his raised hands. In the oval of light for a moment there moved a form, a human shape: a tall woman looking back over her shoulder. Her face was beautiful, and sorrowful, and full of fear.

Only for a moment did the spirit glimmer there. Then the sallow oval between Ged's arms grew bright. It widened and spread, a rent in the darkness of the earth and night, a ripping open of the fabric of the world. Through it blazed a terrible brightness. And through that bright misshapen breach clambered something like a clot of black shadow, quick and hideous, and it leaped straight out at Ged's face...Ged fell, struggling and writhing, while the bright rip in the world's darkness above him widened and stretched...the lump of shadow that clung to Ged, tearing at his flesh. It was like a black beast, the size of a young child, though it seemed to swell and shrink; and it had no head or face, only the four taloned paws with which it gripped and tore...

The intolerable brightness faded, and slowly the torn edges of the world closed together...The shadow-beast was gone. Ged lay sprawled on his back, his arms flung out....

See? Sort of an odd birth metaphor going on there, with the shadow-beast as some sort of "bad seed". Ged spends a long time out of school recovering, btw, and when he gets back, he acts more like somebody depressed and grieving than somebody badly hurt and embarrassed. Read these passages as if they were talking about a high school girl in the early sixties, and see what you think.

For four weeks of that hot summer he lay blind, and deaf, and mute, though at times he moaned and cried out like an animal. At last, as the patient crafts of the Master Herbal worked their healing, his wounds began to close and the fever left him. Little by little he seemed to hear again, though he never spoke. On a clear day of autumn the Master Herbal opened the shutters of the room where Ged lay. Since the darkness of that night on Roke Knoll he had known only darkness. Now he saw daylight, and the sun shining. He hid his scarred face in his hands and wept.

Still when winter came he could speak only with a stammering tongue, and the Master Herbal kept him there in the healing-chambers, trying to lead his body and mind gradually back to strength. It was early spring when at last the Master released him...

None of his companions had been allowed to visit him in the months of his sickness, and now as he passed some of them asked one another, "Who is that?" He had been light and lithe and strong. Now, lamed by pain, he went hesitantly, and did not raise his face, the left side of which was white with scars. He avoided those who knew him and those who did not....