10 Fantasy and Sci-Fi Copycats that Improve on the Original

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

Charlie Jane Anders and Mandy Curtis present 10 fantasy and science fiction copycats that improve on the original:

  • The Matrix and The Invisibles
  • Firefly and Outlaw Star
  • Harry Potter and The Sword in the Stone
  • Avatar and Everything
  • Alien and Voyage of the Space Beagle
  • The Terminator and The Outer Limits, “Demon with a Glass Hand” and “Soldier”
  • District 9 and Alien Nation
  • 28 Days Later and Day of the Triffids
  • Star Wars and Dune
  • Star Trek‘s The Borg and Doctor Who‘s Cybermen

I’m not sure all of those are improvements, although they do all add something. (I’ve been meaning to get to The Outer Limits, “Demon with a Glass Hand” and “Soldier”; I managed to DVR them just the other day. I may have to pick up Voyage of the Space Beagle, too.)

New to the Neighborhood

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

Single, white professional Sarah Courteau recently moved into a 90-percent black DC neighborhood, where she guiltily admits that she’s a gentrifier — one of the good ones:

The very origin of the word “gentrification” to describe the process by which an urban area is rendered middle class is not neutral. The eminent sociologist Ruth Glass is credited with coining it in 1964 to decry the changes in working-class London neighborhoods. Though the word has only been in circulation for a few decades, gentrification has become another of the litmus test issues that define who we are on the political and — in the eyes of some — moral spectrum.

The lines of conflict are readily apparent in the comments readers leave on blogs that cover Washington’s transitional neighborhoods. Some writers are angry that the neighborhood is changing at all; others are angry that it isn’t changing fast enough. Some want to control the change, ensuring that a curated mix of businesses is established — no chain stores, please, but nothing too “ghetto,” either. And some want to curate the people. Gentrification, though driven by economic change, often boils down to issues of race, even among diversity-celebrating gentrifiers. Elise Bernard, a 32-year-old lawyer who bought a house off H Street in 2003, has for years written intelligently and reliably about the area on her blog Frozen Tropics. Bernard, who is white, recalls a conversation she had with a college friend when she was contemplating renting out a couple of rooms in her house. “She wanted me to somehow racially balance the house, like bring in an African American and an Asian, and I’m like, ‘This is not The Real World. This is my house.’ ”

When I started reading Frozen Tropics, I was taken aback by the racial tension running through many of the discussions. Most of the comments appear to be left by whites, though anonymity reigns. Last summer, when Bernard posted news of gunfire (no one was injured) outside XII, an H Street club that attracts a largely black clientele, the item drew more than 70 comments. “Post all the ‘oh it could have happened anywhere’ nonsense you want, bleeding hearts,” sneered one anonymous writer. “This type of crap only happens at joints like XII…. Cater to a predominately younger, black, male population, and violence will likely follow.” Another, enraged by the “entitled racist yuppie mentality” of the neighborhood, wrote, “May your home values go to shit and may you each find a Burger King wrapper on your lawn!”

Courteau goes on, by the way, to describe a teenager — of conspicuously unmentioned race — casually dropping a white plastic bag on the sidewalk, leaving her in a moral quandary about what to do.:

I ponder whether to stoop and pick it up and throw it into a nearby trash can. Wouldn’t that constitute a censure not only of him, should he turn around and see me, but of the whole neighborhood, where trash blows into streets and yards and forms middens in alleyways? But wouldn’t walking by it be a kind of acquiescence? It’s this sort of minute social calculus that’s the mark of the self-conscious gentrifier, not quite sure of her status in the community.

(Hat tip to Ilkka, who mocks the progressive Scylla and Charybdis of gentrification vs. white flight.)

Gasoline meant everything to us

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

Colonel Dingler of the German Sixth Army describes the dwindling supply by air they received outside Stalingrad:

Night after night we sat in our holes listening to the droning of the aircraft engines and trying to guess how many German machines were coming over and what supplies they would bring us. The supply position was very poor from the beginning, but none of us thought that hunger would become a permanent thing.

We were short of all sorts of supplies. We were short of bread and, worse, of artillery ammunition, and worst of all, of gasoline. Gasoline meant everything to us. As long as we had gasoline our supply — little as it was — was assured. As long as we had gasoline we were able to keep warm. As there was no wood to be found anywhere in the steppe, firewood had to be fetched from the city of Stalingrad by lorry. As we had so little gasoline, trips to the city to fetch firewood had to be limited to the bare minimum.

Until Christmas, 1942, the daily bread ration issued to every man was 100 grammes. After Christmas the ration was reduced to 50 grammes per head. Later on only those in the forward line received 50 grammes per day. No bread was issued to men in regimental headquarters and upwards. The others were given watery soup which we tried to improve by making use of bones obtained from horses we dug up. As a Christmas treat the army allowed the slaughtering of four thousand of the available horses. My division, being a motorized formation, had no horses and was therefore particularly hard hit, as the horseflesh we received was strictly rationed. The infantry units were better off as they were able to do some “illegal” slaughtering.

Girandoni Air Rifle as Used by Lewis and Clark

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

I’ve mentioned Lewis and Clark and their air rifle before, and I consider it a fascinating bit of history, but I’m not sure I’d call their Girandoni air rifle one of the most historically significant guns in the world:

German Hercules and Russian Hydra

Wednesday, July 13th, 2011

Russian tactics were a queer mixture, Maj. Gen. F.W. von Mellenthin felt, but one of their strengths made fighting them feel like fighting a mythical beast:

Russian tactics are a queer mixture; in spite of their brilliance at infiltration and their exceptional mastery of field fortification, yet the rigidity of Russian attacks was almost proverbial. (Although in some cases Russian armored formations down to their lowest units were a conspicuous exception.) The foolish repetition of attacks on the same spot, the rigidity of Russian artillery fire, and the selection of the terrain for the attack, betrayed a total lack o imagination and mental mobility. Our Wireless Intercept Service heard many a time the frantic question: “What are we to do now?” Only a few commanders of lower formations showed independent judgment when faced with unforeseen situations. On many occasions a successful attack, a breakthrough, or an accomplished encirclement was not exploited, simply because nobody saw it.

But there was an exception to this general clumsiness: The rapid and frequent exhange of units in thefront line. Once a division was badly mauled, it disappeared overnight and re-appeared fresh and strong at some other place a few days afterwards.

That is why fighting with Russians resembles the classic contest between Hercules and the Hydra.

Peter Thiel Has Never Quite Fit In

Wednesday, July 13th, 2011

Peter Thiel has never quite fit in with the world around him, Brian Caulfield and Nicole Perlroth say:

He was born in 1967 in Frankfurt am Main, Germany. His father, a chemical engineer, kept the family moving; Peter went in and out of seven schools from Ohio to Namibia before the family settled in Foster City, Calif., 20 miles south of San Francisco. Like lots of boys, he devoured J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Ring series, absorbing its lessons about the allure of evil and the limits of power. But Thiel’s brain seemed to work faster than most of his peers’. “He knew the name of every country in the world by the time he was five,” says Ken Howery, a partner of Thiel’s at the venture capital firm Founders Fund and a close friend. A chess player, Thiel was ranked seventh in the country as an adolescent. In college the kit that held his pieces had a “born to win” sticker on it.

Obviously, Thiel loves matching wits with friends and enemies, and is fanatical about winning. He is just as obsessive about playing by the rules–his rules. He sometimes raced in his 1978 VW Rabbit (“my Jimmy Carter car”) to chess matches, where he would show up five minutes before having to forfeit the game just to psych out his opponents, recalls high school friend Norman Book, now an executive VP at the conservative website WorldNetDaily. Later on Thiel would write his own playbook when it came to investing — or hiring people. After deciding to bring on Keith Rabois (a law firm chum) to handle lobbying and dealmaking for PayPal, Thiel gave him an ultimatum. “You’ve got to be in my office on Monday. If you can’t start Monday, forget it.” Rabois had to sell his house and move from Washington, D.C. to San Francisco in four days. “That’s classic Peter: If it can’t happen now, it doesn’t count,” says Rabois, now chief operating officer at mobile payments startup Square.

But Thiel bristles under other people’s rules. His buddy Book points to Monopoly games in high school. Thiel, as usual, was winning. “So, I sold all my properties to my brother for a dollar,” Book recalls. “Peter didn’t like that, but he couldn’t find anything in the rules” prohibiting the move. Nor did Thiel like the way Valleywag, an arm of the media and gossip site Gawker.com, played when it wrote the post “Peter Thiel is totally gay, people.” Thiel later called Valleywag the “Silicon Valley equivalent of al Qaeda.”

Some of Thiel’s contentious thinking was forged at Stanford University, where he majored in philosophy and minored in political incorrectness. In 1987 he and Book, disgusted at what they called Stanford’s “culturally liberal ethos,” launched the Stanford Review, a libertarian paper that was, mildly put, unpopular. One student told Thiel he loved the Review — for wiping his butt.

After getting his law degree from Stanford in 1992, Thiel took a job with the white-shoe firm Sullivan & Cromwell. He quit after seven months, six days. He lasted slightly longer as a derivatives trader at Credit Suisse First Boston. Thiel came home in 1996. “I think California was and remains a much better place to do something entrepreneurial than New York,” he says.

He moved to Menlo Park, started Thiel Capital with $1 million from family and friends, and hired fellow Stanford alum Ken Howery. They took the cheapest space they could find in Silicon Valley’s financial epicenter, Sand Hill Road: a windowless storage closet. “The developer hung a picture of an outdoor scene for us,” Thiel deadpans — an affect that comes naturally to him.

Russian Bridgeheads Everywhere

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

In addition to their artful use of infiltration tactics, Maj. Gen. F.W. von Mellenthin notes, the Russians made the most of bridgeheads:

Another characteristically Russian principle is the forming of bridgeheads everywhere and at any time, to serve as bases for later advances. Bridgeheads in the hands of the Russians are a grave danger indeed. It is quite wrong not to worry about bridgeheads, and to postpone their elimination. Russian bridgeheads, however small and harmless they may appear, are bound to grow into formidable danger-points in a very brief time and soon become insuperable strong-points. A Russian bridgehead, occupied by a company in the evening, is sure to be occupied by at least a regiment the following morning and during the night will become a formidable fortress, well-equipped with heavy weapons and everything necessary to make it almost impregnable. No artillery fire, however violent and well concentrated, will wipe out a Russian bridgehead which has grown overnight. Nothing less than a well-planned attack will avail. This Russian principle of “bridgeheads everywhere” constitutes a most serious danger and cannot be overrated.

There is again only one sure remedy which must become a principle: If a bridgehead is forming, or an advanced position is being established by the Russians, attack, attack at once, attack strongly. Hesitation will always be fatal. A delay of an hour may mean frustration, a delay of a few hours does mean frustration, a delay of a day may mean a major catastrophe. Even if there is no more than one infantry platoon and one single tank available, attack! Attack when the Russians are still above ground, when they can still be seen and tackled, when they have had no time as yet to organize their defense, when there are no heavy weapons available. A few hours later will be too late. Delay means disaster: resolute energetic and immediate action means success.

Taking Down Arms Dealer Viktor Bout

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

A couple years ago notorious arms-dealer Viktor Bout (pronounced “boot”) was taken down in Bangkok, Thailand as part of a DEA sting — because the post-9/11 DEA has a mandate to pursue any suspect connected (at all) with drugs:

Viktor Bout has been so good at concealing his past that American intelligence agents who have tracked him for years joke that his birth was an “immaculate conception.” Bout’s DEA file says he was born in 1967 in Dushanbe, Tajikistan, when it was still a part of the USSR. His mother was a bookkeeper and his father an auto mechanic. He graduated from Moscow’s Military Institute of Foreign Languages, a feeder for the GRU, Russia’s brutally effective military intelligence arm. He joined the Soviet military, attaining, as can best be ascertained, the rank of lieutenant.

As the USSR began its slow, ungainly implosion in the Afghan mountains, Bout spotted his chance to cash in on the motherland’s demise. Aging planes were available cheap, arms factories were desperate for customers now that the nation had drastically cut back on its defense budget, and bureaucrats and soldiers in the former Soviet republics could be had for small bribes. He realized that the countries and rebels who were previously supplied by the Kremlin would still need weapons, and that the end of the Cold War would spawn a whole new generation of coup-plotters and malcontents in the most chaotic corners of the globe. With his unparalleled connections in the Russian military establishment, Bout knew he could get them anything they needed.

Bout began by snapping up aging Russian transport planes — rugged models like the Antonov AN-12, capable of landing on badly maintained runways. He used his military contacts to buy new arms directly from factories in Bulgaria or stockpiles in Russia and elsewhere, and then Bout, fluent in six languages, began to sell them worldwide.

Africa became his El Dorado, as he made deals with seemingly all sides in every conflict — insurgents and dictators from Liberia to Rwanda as well as the factions fighting in the long-term civil war that ravaged the Democratic Republic of Congo, killing an estimated 3 million. (Perhaps his best moment in bipartisan dealing came in 2003, when he was paid by the U.S. to fly supplies into Iraq at the same time he was supplying the Taliban in Afghanistan.) Bout provided arms and services for a pantheon of Africa’s villains: Mobutu and Kabila in Zaire-Congo, Savimbi in Angola, and the irrepressible and bloodthirsty Charles Taylor of Liberia, now being tried in the Hague for war crimes. Bout sold them AK-47s, mortars, ammunition, even helicopters. From 1997 through 1998, his planes flew an estimated $14 million worth of weapons to Angola.

Bout’s business plan wasn’t unique or even particularly clever, but few illicit arms dealers had his pull or could offer the range of services he brought to the negotiating table. He found the arms, delivered the weapons to airstrips or in air drops, accepted payment in cash or diamonds, and even laundered money for clients. He ran a vertically integrated weapons superstore. The only thing he didn’t do was pull the AK trigger for you.

“Bout built the largest arms-trafficking organization in the world by far,” says Lee Wolosky, who as a director of the National Security Council pursued Bout during the second Clinton administration and part of Bush’s first term. “He could deliver anything to anyone, anywhere.”

And he made hundreds of millions doing it. He bought a mansion in Belgium, a luxury apartment in Moscow, and a charm bracelet of Mercedes-Benzes and Range Rovers. Through it all he denied selling arms, claiming he ran an air-freight business. Not that there was anything morally repugnant about dealing arms, he’d say.

Circles and Groups

Monday, July 11th, 2011

Dhanji Prasanna worked at Google on Wave and then, after it was cancelled, on Google+, for a short while, where he developed his own perspective on circles.

A few years ago, before the CEO cared a whit about social networking or identity, a Google User Experience researcher named Paul Adams created a slide deck called the Real Life Social Network. In a very long and well-illustrated talk, he makes the point that there is an impedence mismatch between what you share on facebook and your interactions in real life. So when you share a photo of yourself doing something crazy at a party, you don’t intend for your aunt and uncle, workmates or casual acquaintances to see it. But facebook does not do a good job of making this separation. This, in essence, is what the slide deck says and his point is made with great amounts of detail and insight.

So when Google began its social effort in earnest, the powers-that-be seized upon Paul’s research and came up with the Circles product. This was to be the core differentiator between Google+ (then codenamed Emerald Sea) and facebook.

As part of induction into Emerald Sea, my team got the 30-minute pitch from the Circles team. I listened politely, all the while rolling-my-eyes in secret at their seemingly implausible naivete. By then I was also growing increasingly frustrated at Google’s sluggish engineering culture. I have previously described how the toolchain is not well-suited to fast, iterative development and rapid innovation. I asked the obvious question — “While I agree that Circles is a very compelling feature, this slide deck is public. Surely someone at Facebook has seen it, and it won’t take them long to copy it?”

I was met with a sheepish, if honest look of resignation. They knew the danger of this, but were counting on the fact that facebook wouldn’t be able to change something so core to their product, at least not by the time Emerald Sea got to market.

I laughed, disbelieving. Facebook has a hacker culture, they’re only a handful of engineers, and they develop with quick, adaptable tools like PHP. Especially when compared with the slow moving mammoths we were using at Google. (By that time, 200+ engineers over 3 months had produced little more than ugly, bug-ridden demos, and everyone was fretting about the sure-to-fail aggressive timeline.)

Sure enough, I watched as techcrunch published leak after leak of Facebook going into lockdown for a secret project. Hinted at being an overhaul of their social graph, a new groups system, and many other things. On my side of the fence, engineers were increasingly frustrated. Some leaving Emerald Sea for other projects and some even leaving for Facebook. I had the impression that Paul Adams was not being heard (if you’re not an engineer at Google, you often aren’t). Many were visibly unhappy with his slide deck having been published for all to see (soon to be released as a book). I even heard a rumor that there was an attempt to stop or delay the book’s publication.

I have no idea if this last bit was true or not, but one fine day Paul Adams quit and went to Facebook. I was convinced that this was the final nail in the coffin. Engineers outside Emerald Sea — a cynical bunch at the best of times — were making snide comments and writing off the project as a dismal failure before it even launched.

Then it happened — Facebook finally released the product they’d been working on so secretly, their answer to Paul’s thesis. The team lead at Facebook even publicly tweeted a snarky jab at Google. Their product was called Facebook Groups.

I was dumbstruck. Was I reading this correctly? I quickly logged on and played with it, to see for myself. My former colleagues had started a Google Wave alumni group, and I even looked in there to see if I had misunderstood. But no — it seemed that Facebook had completely missed the point. There was no change to the social graph, there was no real impetus to encourage people to map their real-life social circles on to the virtual graph, and the feature itself was a under a tab sitting somewhere off to the side.

Who signed off on these Snow White apple snacks?

Monday, July 11th, 2011

Who signed off on these Snow White apple snacks? Can we assume they’re not poisoned?

Russian Infiltration Tactics

Monday, July 11th, 2011

In Panzer Battles Maj. Gen. F.W. von Mellenthin gives his first impressions of Russian tactics, starting with their artful use of infiltration:

Practically every Russian attack was preceded by large-scale infiltrations, by an “oozing through” of small units and individual men. In this kind of warfare the Russians have not yet found their masters. However much the outlying areas were kept under observation, the Russian was suddenly there, in the very midst of our own positions, and nobody had seen him come, nor did anybody know whence he had come. In the least likely places, where the going was incredibly difficult, there he was, dug in and all, and in considerable strength.

True, it was not difficult for individual men to seep through, considering the our lines were but thinly manned and strong-points few and far between. An average divisional sector was usually more than twelve miles broad. But the amazing fact was that in spite of everybody being alert and wide awake during the whole night, the next morning entire Russian units were sure to be found far behind our front line, complete with equipment and ammunition, and well dug in. These infiltrations were carried out with incredible skill, almost noiselessly, and without a shot being fired. Such infiltration tactics were employed by the Russians in hundreds of cases, bringing them considerable successes.

There is only one remedy against them: strongly manned lines, well organized in depth and continuously patrolled by men wide awake and alert, and — most important of all — sufficient local reserves ready at a moment’s notice to go into action and throw the intruders out.

Children Value Property Rights More Than Adults

Monday, July 11th, 2011

Young children value property rights more than adults do:

Rather than being learned from parents, a concept of property rights may automatically grow out of 2- to 3-year-olds’ ideas about bodily rights, such as assuming that another person can’t touch or control one’s body for no reason, Friedman proposed.

“Parents and adults may teach kids when it’s appropriate to disregard personal ownership,” he said. One such instance would involve a mother’s advice on when to lend a toy to another child who wants to borrow that item.

Friedman’s team presented a simple quandary to 40 preschoolers, ages 4 and 5, and to 44 adults. Participants saw an image of a cartoon boy holding a crayon who appeared above the word “user” and a cartoon girl who appeared above the word “owner.” After hearing from an experimenter that the girl wanted her crayon back, volunteers were asked to rule on which cartoon child should get the prized object.

About 75 percent of 4- and 5-year-olds decided in favor of the owner, versus about 20 percent of adults.

A second experiment consisted of more than 100 kids, ages 3 to 7, and 30 adults. In this case, participants saw the same cartoon boy and girl but were told that the crayon belonged to the school that the two imaginary children attended.

Nearly everyone, regardless of age, said that the user should keep the crayon for as long as needed in this situation. In other words, kids distinguished between people using an owned or a nonowned object.

In a final experiment that presented two cartoon adults, one using a cell phone that the other owned, most 4-year-olds but only a minority of adults declared that the device should be returned to its owner even before the borrower had a chance to use it. Children showed some flexibility in allowing borrowers to keep the phone — say, if it was needed for an emergency — but adults adjusted their opinions more readily to such circumstances.

(Hat tip to Eric Falkenstein.)

Animated Intelligence

Sunday, July 10th, 2011

It says a great deal about a nation when its most telling artistic achievements are cartoons, Guy Somerset says, yet this is precisely the situation in modern American culture.

For instance, South Park‘s All About Mormons pillories the Latter Day Saints — until the final seconds of the episode, when the little Mormon boy takes Stan aside and tells him this:

Maybe us Mormons do believe in crazy stories that make absolutely no sense, and maybe Joseph Smith did make it all up. But I have a great life and a great family, and I have the Book of Mormon to thank for that. The truth is, I don’t care if Joseph Smith made it all up, because what the Church teaches now is loving your family, being nice and helping people. And even though people in this town might think that’s stupid, I still choose to believe in it. All I ever did was try to be your friend, Stan, but you’re so high and mighty you couldn’t look past my religion and just be my friend back. You’ve got a lot of growing up to do, buddy. Suck my balls.

Roy Thomas Saved Marvel

Saturday, July 9th, 2011

When Jim Shooter was associate editor of Marvel Comics in 1976 and 1977, the place was a mess, and sales were bad and falling. Then Roy Thomas saved Marvel by breaking with their accepted wisdom and agreeing to adapt a silly-sounding sci-fi movie:

There was a lot of opposition to Star Wars. Even Stan wasn’t keen on the idea.

Even I wasn’t. I had no prejudice against science fiction, but wasting time on an adaptation of a movie with a dumb title described as an “outer space western?”

I was told — don’t know for sure — that George Lucas himself came to Marvel’s offices to meet with Stan and help convince him that we should license Star Wars. I was told that Stan kept him waiting for 45 minutes in the reception room. Apocryphal? Maybe. Roy would know. But if so, it still reflects the mood at the time.

(ASIDE: Lucas, by the way, again, as I am told, but I’m pretty sure this is true, was a partner in Supersnipe Comic Book Emporium, a comics shop on the Upper East Side. A clue to his persistent interest in comics and a comics adaptation.)

I don’t know how Roy got it done. I was just the associate editor, and not privy to much of the wrangling that went on. But, Roy got the deal done and we published Star Wars.

The first two issues of our six (?) issue adaptation came out in advance of the movie. Driven by the advance marketing for the movie, sales were very good. Then about the time the third issue shipped, the movie was released. Sales made the jump to hyperspace.

Star Wars the movie stayed in theaters forever, it seemed. Not since the Beatles had I seen a cultural phenomenon of such power. The comics sold and sold and sold. We reprinted the adaptation in every possible format. They all sold and sold and sold.

In the most conservative terms, it is inarguable that the success of the Star Wars comics was a significant factor in Marvel’s survival through a couple of very difficult years, 1977 and 1978. In my mind, the truth is stated in the title of this piece.

This is the same Roy Thomas who brought Conan to Marvel:

There’s a 3 page article in Marvel Vision #23 titled ‘Roy Thomas: Conan’s Right Hand Man’ where he looks back at nearly thirty years in the business as of 1997. After discussing the circumstances involved in acquiring the rights to Conan the Barbarian, Roy talks a bit about Star Wars. Here’s a transcript of the revelant material:

Roy was also responsible for bringing “Star Wars” to Marvel. One night in 1976, Roy received a visit from his friend, Ed Summer, who brought with him a young filmmaker by the name of George Lucas, along with Lucas’s right-hand man, Charlie Lippincott. Roy knew George’s work: “He had done this wonderful movie I loved called ‘American Graffitti’. Charlie and Ed told me they would like me to see if I could get Marvel to do a comic about ‘Star Wars’, before the movie comes out. Of course, I had never heard of it. Contrary to later rumor, there was not a lot of advance publicity about ‘Star Wars’.”

At first, Roy was not interested, but then he saw a pre-production painting of the cantina scene. As a long-time fan of space opera, Roy was hooked. Roy later learned that Marvel had already rejected “Star Wars” once, in keeping with former Marvel publisher Martin Goodman’s old anti-sci-fi credo: no rockets, rayguns, or robots! Roy convinced the powers that be at Marvel to adapt STAR WARS, though circulation director Ed Shukin kept saying “Why are we doing this? We’re gonna lose money on this!”

Of course, “Star Wars” went on to become the biggest movie of all time. Roy scripted one more STAR WARS comic book adventure beyond the movie adaptation, but ultimately left the book because he didn’t enjoy the same freedom he had with Conan.

“Lucasfilm told us ‘You can’t use Darth Vader, you can’t do anything with the romance between Luke and Leia (though we know why now!)…it just wasn’t any fun.” Lucasfilm also objected to Roy’s green rabbit character, who was deemed “too humorous.”

Having brought both Conan and “Star Wars” to Marvel “makes me look very prescient,” admits Roy.

Krokodil

Saturday, July 9th, 2011

Desomorphine is a more potent form of morphine invented in the US in 1932 and used for a time in Switzerland, under the brand name Permonid.

Now Russian junkies are synthesizing their own desomorphine from legal codeine tablets and calling it krokodil, or crocodile:

While heroin costs from £20 to £60 per dose, desomorphine can be “cooked” from codeine-based headache pills that cost £2 per pack, and other household ingredients available cheaply from the markets.

It is a drug for the poor, and its effects are horrific. It was given its reptilian name because its poisonous ingredients quickly turn the skin scaly. Worse follows. Oleg and Sasha have not been using for long, but Oleg has rotting sores on the back of his neck.

“If you miss the vein, that’s an abscess straight away,” says Sasha. Essentially, they are injecting poison directly into their flesh. One of their friends, in a neighbouring apartment block, is further down the line.

“She won’t go to hospital, she just keeps injecting. Her flesh is falling off and she can hardly move anymore,” says Sasha. Photographs of late-stage krokodil addicts are disturbing in the extreme. Flesh goes grey and peels away to leave bones exposed. People literally rot to death.

Russian heroin addicts first discovered how to make krokodil around four years ago, and there has been a steady rise in consumption, with a sudden peak in recent months. “Over the past five years, sales of codeine-based tablets have grown by dozens of times,” says Viktor Ivanov, the head of Russia’s Drug Control Agency. “It’s pretty obvious that it’s not because everyone has suddenly developed headaches.”

Heroin addiction kills 30,000 people per year in Russia – a third of global deaths from the drug – but now there is the added problem of krokodil. Mr Ivanov recalled a recent visit to a drug-treatment centre in Western Siberia. “They told me that two years ago almost all their drug users used heroin,” said the drugs tsar. “Now, more than half of them are on desomorphine.”

He estimates that overall, around 5 per cent of Russian drug users are on krokodil and other home-made drugs, which works out at about 100,000 people. It’s a huge, hidden epidemic – worse in the really isolated parts of Russia where supplies of heroin are patchy – but palpable even in cities such as Tver.

The stories around krokodil sounds just like the early stories around crack, meth, etc.:

“Desomorphine causes the strongest levels of addiction, and is the hardest to cure,” says the young doctor, sitting in a treatment room in the scruffy clinic, below a picture of Hugh Laurie as Dr House.

“With heroin withdrawal, the main symptoms last for five to 10 days. After that there is still a big danger of relapse but the physical pain will be gone. With krokodil, the pain can last up to a month, and it’s unbearable. They have to be injected with extremely strong tranquilisers just to keep them from passing out from the pain.”

Dr Yegorov says krokodil users are instantly identifiable because of their smell. “It’s that smell of iodine that infuses all their clothes,” he says. “There’s no way to wash it out, all you can do is burn the clothes. Any flat that has been used as a krokodil cooking house is best forgotten about as a place to live. You’ll never get that smell out of the flat.”