Remembering Robert Asprin in a bit more detail

My brief acknowledgment yesterday was just that, brief and not detailed enough to talk a bit more about someone whose work is inextricably bound up with my younger years. But the passing of Robert Asprin, or as I first learned his name, and as this FAQ uses it, Robert Lynn Asprin, was one of those bring-you-up-sharp moments that inevitably makes you think back with a sigh.

For those unfamiliar with his work, Asprin could be best described in a broad sense as a fantasy and sf humorist — without trying to push the comparisons to the full, because they would be forced, it’s not too much to say that his work easily found itself in line with that of Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams on the high end of the scale, Piers Anthony‘s Xanth novels on the low end. (And I know there are Xanth freaks out there — and I hope you’re happy.) This was the biggest public profile Asprin received in general, and for good reason due to one particular book series that made his name.

Myth Adventures was, oddly enough, the series of his which I read that I actually knew the least. I had the first seven books around at one point thanks to the Science Fiction Book Club, though I think I only read them sporadically and in a fitful way. But the continuing story of Skeeve, a wonderfully and unfortunately named young magician out making his way in the world following the death of his mentor, and Aahz, a green-scaled conniver of a sorcerer — from the dimension of Perv, which should give you an idea of what’s up — and their various associates, nemeses and more besides across most of the known dimensions and more than a few unknown ones, is the kind of enjoyably pointless (in the best possible sense) picaresque buddy-buddy adventure that does no harm and makes you laugh at some of the most wonderfully bad (and sometimes wonderfully great) jokes out there.

That may sound like I’m denigrating Asprin’s talents, but far from it — he was of a generation having grown up in American popular culture to the full, bringing in not merely literary antecedents but mass media ones, with models like Laurel and Hardy and Bob Hope and Bing Crosby’s breezy road comedies to rely on. Combined with incipient masskultur fantasy geekdom going overground in the seventies and turning into its own perpetual cycle — Asprin was an early member of the SCA, which should tell you something — the timing for the start of the series in 1978 with Another Fine Myth couldn’t've been better, and he worked on more books on and off for the rest of his days, with the most recent books being coauthored with Jody Lynn Nye. Classic comfort food by a guy who enjoyed having a laugh.

Yet oddly enough it wasn’t the Myth Adventures that I started with — in fact it was something far more serious in intent, though not without humor either. I mention Nye just now because Asprin was also one of those writers who I think not only thrived best on collaboration but was a more astute creator because of it — he enjoyed seeing what others could do with his initial ideas, and partnerships that resulted often created something greater than the sum of the parts. Back in 1984 or so — I can’t remember specifically when — my then history teacher, Mr. Baker, had learned I was into fantasy and said he’d be happy to lend me two paperback collections he’d recently picked up. I was all ears, and soon thereafter he lent me the introductory volumes to the Thieves World universe, Thieves World and Tales from the Vulgar Unicorn, collections of short stories set in a heroic fantasy universe in the classically-backwater city of Sanctuary, former outpost of a fallen empire taken over by a new one.

What intrigued me about these collections wasn’t that they were all written by Asprin, or even by Asprin and his co-editor/then-wife Lynn Abbey — instead, partially pioneering a model that became more commonplace during the eighties (or so it seemed to me, at least), they created the basics of the universe and then invited in any number of authors to contribute how they liked to it, with characters, schemes, situations and more all bouncing off each other in different ways, each providing a different perspective on the city, its denizens and interactions. An overall chronological structure was partially imposed to keep things moving forward in the fictional universe, but beyond that it was, pretty much, anything goes.

It really was a great way to encourage participation and interest among both writers and fans, and these first two books were my introduction to a wide number of writers I’d only known by name or never heard of before, including John Brunner, Poul Anderson, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Joe Haldeman, Philip Jose Farmer, A.E. van Vogt and others. (Bradley’s own contribution, which introduced the magician Lythande, was one of the earlier examples I can recall of an author brilliantly setting up and then twisting expectations about a character in the final lines.) And by me starting with him here, it meant that rather than taking Asprin as simply a joker playing with the conventions, it showed he enjoyed them for what they were and didn’t see himself being above them at all. I never completed the overall arc, much less the spinoff novels he and others wrote, but I still find it was an essential and enjoyable step for me in terms of sensing who and what else was out there.

Yet for me his greatest work — the one which I still have the strongest fondness for to this day, and another collaboration — was still in the offing. I probably would have first heard of it through the pseudo-zines that Waldenbooks or the like had for SF freaks in the eighties in their bookstores, or maybe something else, but I remember hearing that there was a comic book (or graphic novel? or something else? who knows what terminology was all about then? I didn’t, for sure) Asprin had written that was coming out in collaboration with an artist unfamiliar to me, Mel. White — Duncan and Mallory:

Duncan wielding and Mallory smiling

The conclusion of the first book — much like the conclusion of the first Thieves World book, come to think of it — has Asprin talking about how he got the idea for the story, in this case from a ‘gag postcard’ that White sent him showing a variety of fantasy-figure types sitting around playing cards, with one figure — a very self-satisfied, slyly smiling, lithe dragon — clearly winning, and not above a bit of cheating to do it. One thing led to another and soon Asprin and White were off and running with their take on yet another unheroic heroic partnership, with Duncan, an amiable but not always all-together failed knight cast out by his family, stumbling across and hitting off with Mallory — like all dragons a financial genius, but prone to gambling away his profits.

Light, a romp, completely unserious and utterly hilarious, the Duncan and Mallory books are, as with Asprin’s humor in general, best appreciated by an audience steeped in the subculture, but broad enough to draw in folks who basically know the broad outlines. White’s artwork took everything higher as a result, expanding out the humor in the style that another recently deceased creator — original Mad magazine artist Will Elder, perfecter of the ‘chicken fat’ additions to the general outlines of a story, stuffing panels with outrageous references and sight gigs — did on his work.

The results hold up still, and shows just how well suited Asprin was for collaboration. Mallory’s conniving draconian nature comes across in his dialogue while White’s wonderful art work — her depiction of him smiling the toothiest most insincere smile ANYWHERE is still one of my personal high points for visual comic humor to this day — kicks the idea up to the moon. Everything from insurance scams and (literal) loan sharks to one of the most ridiculous ideas around — a dude ranch for herding tarantulas (the better to make tarantula-hair sweaters with, of course) — and more crops up, beautifully realized. (Both Asprin and White appear in the books as well, caricatured by White for the roles of the not-quite-successful schemers Bilgewater and Sadie, a fun cameo.)

There’s a lot more of Asprin’s work that I’ve yet to fully discover, and as times and interests have shifted I might not go back, but it’s good to know he was still plugging away with as much vim as ever. This enjoyable interview with both Asprin and yet another collaborator, Eric Del Carlo, helps to show things were not always smooth sailing for him in recent years — he mentions personal and financial troubles in the 1990s that caused him to focus elsewhere for a long while, which is explained in further detail here, and which also specifically explains why so much of his later work was strictly collaborative — and it’s worth remembering that one’s life is not one’s work, and vice versa. Also, as someone who had settled in New Orleans some years before Katrina and who stuck it out there since, he doubtless saw more thoroughly than most just how poorly this country can serve itself after a crisis (or before it).

But he left his mark, had a full life, and passed at a time when he was engaged in all sorts of further projects and work — no bad way to go, not at all. RIP sir, and thanks again for the laughs as well as the straightforward stuff too. They both made their mark.

Introducing Sparks (for the seventh time)

Yesterday’s Big Beat show was about what everyone hoped it would be — a chance to let a group of songs that didn’t quite work on record thrive in a new context. As a commenter on the list said, all of a sudden it was clear that the whole album was packed with great singalong songs like “Throw Her Away (And Get a New One)” and “Everybody’s Stupid,” it just needed an audience and a great live band to show it in full. The feeling was more playful than on previous evenings, with Russell acknowledging how good it was to see a crowd out for an album that’s not high on the favorite list for many fans — they’ll probably mention that tonight as well! — as well as telling stories about the Ramones and Jacques Tati that nicely honored their memory, while Ron’s various addresses to the audience were treats, such as the wry notice before “White Women” that ‘not all the songs were meant to be taken literally.’ The highlight, however, had to be the encore of “Tearing the Place Apart,” which fell apart after the first verse. Ron stepped up to apologize in this vein: “We’re playing all these obscure songs, which can mean a lot of obscure chord changes…” Second time through they nailed it, and very well at that.

Tonight’s featured album, meantime, is one of the eternally contentious points among Sparks fans. I’ll let the draft below — written before the rerelease of the album last year, to explain the concluding section a bit — speak my initial thoughts on the album, but a relisten right now for the first time in a while is bringing out some of its better qualities to my ears. (One thing’s for sure — I always knew that Weird Al Yankovic was a Sparks nut [his song "Virus Alert" from the other year is a specific homage to the band's early sound], but hearing the phrasing on Russell’s singing on a song like “Ladies” makes the link suddenly clear.) I’m still pretty well convinced that the live show will smoke the album recording through and through, and I’ll be very interested to see how it all gets carried off.

As has been the case from the start, the final version of the piece below is in the second part of this Arthur issue, while tonight’s show is accessible here:

INTRODUCING SPARKS

Consider this scenario if you will – relocated to America during The Big Beat sessions, their glam-era presence in the UK charts ended and their deal with Island up, Ron and Russell relax at home in Los Angeles and wonder what to do next, unsure of their next move but hardly thinking it was time to give up. Still, America had resisted them when they were there for the first albums and hadn’t cared at all about them during the British heyday outside of pockets of isolated fandom and the occasional TV appearance – Rollercoaster certainly didn’t help any.

They’re well aware, though, that the LA studio system of the time has produced a lot of success, with musicians working on any number of projects and bringing a professional if not always inspired sheen to successful albums and singles that dominate FM radio. Nobody seems to match their sensibilities, though, until a friend points out that there might be one duo, admittedly busy enough themselves, who could help them create an album that could work. Like the Maels, they’re known for their wry lyrics and wide appreciation of plenty of early and pre-rock music, even if musically their results are generally much smoother and less frenetic than what Sparks do. Still, it couldn’t hurt, and so Ron and Russell decide to sit down with Walter Becker and Don Fagen. The resultant album, though not a commercial success, is nonetheless a fascinating experiment on both duos’ parts, with Steely Dan getting the most out of their stable of regular performers and Ron and Russell’s songs and performances finding a new, strangely compelling setting to work in. The duos never work together again as other interests and opportunities come to the fore, but both later remark fondly on the attempt to make their contrasting aesthetics combine, while the album and its associated demos becomes a cult classic, never falling out of print following an initial CD release in the late eighties accompanied by some noteworthy press coverage.

That, in a nutshell, is not the story of Introducing Sparks – which, by the way, is also one of the most ridiculous album titles ever, given that it was the group’s seventh, and was hardly the first album they’d released in America either. Doubtless it could well be intentional, but like the album itself, it’s an effort that just doesn’t quite work in the end.

The Maels did indeed record an album with a group of LA session musicians who were already well known names on that circuit, including Lee Ritenhour and Mike Porcaro, though they handled all the production themselves. They ended up on CBS Records and the album cover, in its own heavily airbrushed way, suggested where incipient ironizing and reappopriation of forties and fifties commercial art aesthetics was going to end up towards the eighties.

But beyond that? There’s really not much to be said for Introducing Sparks. It’s definitely a Sparks album, of course – the pounding piano from Ron and Russell’s voice at the start could convince anyone of that from miles off. There’s enough bite – but nowhere as much as there could be – here and there in the lyrics to make it clear that it’s the Maels at work as well, thus from “Occupation”:

“We cowboys are a hardy breed
We eat our beans and tumbleweed
We’re good on horses, good with guns
We smell, but so does everyone.”

And everything’s professionally played – a little too much, perhaps. There’s no real edge to the album, and hearing the smoothed-out, tame pseudo-Spectorisms on the opening “A Big Surprise” – not to mention the slightly horrifying misstep of Russell being backed by generic backing singers, a mistake repeated throughout – and one has to wonder what happened.

The album doesn’t improve much from there, occasional flashes like the pseudo-Russian Cossack kick of “Goofing Off” aside – promising songtitles like “Girls On the Brain” and “Those Mysteries” end up stuck with songs that are timekillers, wordplay that’s cute but not jaw-dropping, reflecting perhaps an unwarranted desire to avoid distressing the powers that be – and the whole feels like a vague attempt to create something for the Grease/Happy Days generation, various early rock’n’roll and Beach Boys moves. Perhaps most irritatingly, the gift for great melodies is entirely present, but the presentation kills everything stone dead – “I’m Not” and its implicit drama buried under extra vocal gloop and a not-much guitar solo is one example of many. No lost classics are on here, and the two songs that ended up on the Profile compilation, plus the bizarre proto-lo-fi “The Wedding of Jacqueline Kennedy to Russell Mael” and possibly “Goofing Off,” are enough.

Introducing Sparks
can be summed up by this simple fact – it’s the only Sparks album out of print, that has never been re-released, never officially appeared on CD. Only the truly completist fans – like me, admittedly – will want to find a burned CDR of it, and the Maels would have to wait a few years before LA, at least, was fully won over (if not America as a whole).

But they say it’s darkest before the dawn, and the next Sparks album is, simply put, one of the most amazing albums ever released.

Cucumber chile lime shrimp

Yes, shrimp! Not something I normally get or cook with, but this recipe came with the batch of fruit and veg yesterday so I thought I would give it a whirl tonight. A LOT of interesting new recipes came along, so be prepared for a lot of experimentation on my end for this holiday weekend, actually!

This isn’t the recipe as describe as I wasn’t able to get a good batch of chile peppers, so some chili powder and oil had to suffice. Still, all came together nicely! The recipe below is for a full on multiperson version, so adjust accordingly.

Cucumber Chile Lime Shrimp

3 lb cooked shrimp
3 tbsp canola oil
4 minced cloves garlic
5 red chili peppers, seeded and chopped
1 cucumber, peeled and diced
6 scallions, sliced
1 lime, juiced
1/2 tsp sugar

DIRECTIONS:
1. Clean and devein the shrimp if they have the veins intact and set aside.

2. Heat the wok over medium heat until hot, then add the oil.

3. Once the oil is hot, add the garlic and chiles.

4. Stir-fry for one minute or until the garlic is fragrant but not browned.

5. Increase the heat to medium-high and add the shrimp.

6. Stir-fry for one minute, or until the shrimp are heated through.

7. Add the cucumber, scallions, lime juice and sugar.

8. Mix well and stir-fry for one minute or until the cucumbers turn translucent. Serve hot.

You know that ‘it never rains in Southern California’ line?

Don’t believe a word of it.

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