MY Mulvane is fictional. She is based on two notable motor yachts from the prewar era, both of which remain in service following exemplary refits.
The first of these is Blue Bird (pictured; photo credit: David Stearne). Blue Bird was built for Malcolm Campbell, a famed British speed record setter during the interwar years, both on land and water. He named everything Blue Bird— whether car or boat, and whether built to break records or simply meant for pleasure— and so there is a profusion of Blue Birds. Sometimes the words were separate, as in the Blue Bird, but often they were concatenated: “Bluebird.” Adding to the confusion, his son, Donald, also bitten by the speed bug, continued the tradition. There were three MY Blue Birds alone, and so at some stage this one was rechristened Blue Bird of 1938, presumably to distinguish it.
The author first came across her anchored off Positano in 2013, and among the many superyachts vying for attention she was a real standout, far smaller than the others, no pool or water toys or helicopter pad, just restrained elegance rather than overweening extravagance, and— like the Mulvane in Monaco harbor— “the only one with a proper buff funnel.” For her service during the Dunkirk evacuation she was granted the rare privilege of flying a white ensign instead of a red one— inspiration for the same honor given to the fictional Mulvane. As can be seen from the photo, she attracts crowds of well-wishers wherever she goes, in this case Ramsgate harbor. Her history as a Dunkirk little ship, and many interior photos showing how well she has been restored, can be seen here.
The other vessel, also a Dunkirk veteran, is the MY Malahne, built by Camper & Nicholsons in 1937 and restored to her original glory at the Pendennis shipyard seventy-eight years later. She is substantially larger (164 ft/440 tons versus 107 ft/175 tons for Blue Bird) and her physical characteristics are a closer match to the fictional yacht. Readers might recognize from the Malahne‘s photographs the inspiration for some of the Mulvane‘s furnishings and fittings, such as the Frank Lloyd Wright-like mirrored screen behind which Evans is suprised to find a Bébé and a Bechstein, or the little bench seat installed into the curve of the elegant counter stern favored by the Marchesa, or the ovoid dining table that “is a much chummier shape for a large dinner party than the usual rectilinear.” These days the Malahne does duty as a charter yacht; pictures and details are available here.
A last note: Malcom Campbell broke the world land speed record nine times and the water speed record four times. Often the record he broke was his own. In all but the first two land attempts, the car or boat involved was named “Bluebird.” Donald Campbell broke the land speed record once and the water speed record seven times, always in a “Bluebird.” He, Donald, was killed when his Bluebird K7 crashed during an eighth water speed record attempt. His land speed record of 403.10 mph, set in 1964 in a Bluebird-Proteus CN7, remains to this day the fastest ever by a vehicle powered through its wheels.
Journal
There’s a Golden Age mystery sensibility, but does JOURNAL OF THE SUPERNOVA conform to the Golden Age mystery rules?
Yes, with one exception. The rules of Golden Age mysteries were formulated by Englishman Ronald Knox in 1929 and, perhaps because he was a Catholic priest, they became known as Knox’s Commandments. These rules were adopted as guidelines by the Detection Club, an association of mystery writers of the day, including those three greats of the Golden Age: Agatha Christie, Dorothy L. Sayers, and G.K. Chesterton. Their aim was to be fair to the reader, eliminating unexplained revelations, deus ex machinas, and all strained contrivances—the solution had to be derivable from clues presented clearly and unequivocally during the story, enabling the reader, if alert and clever enough, to solve the mystery before the whodunnit, howdunnit, and whydunnit are revealed.
JOURNAL OF THE SUPERNOVA complies with all these precepts except Number Five: ”No Chinamen”—a tongue-in-cheek rule, presumably really meant to reject mysterious and unaccounted-for figures suddenly happening on the scene. But the Hong-Kong-born and human-rights-advocating Dr. Wu in JOURNAL OF THE SUPERNOVA is a major character not just in the story, but also in helping to elucidate a larger theme of the book, that is, the rising threat of authoritarianism.
(As an aside, some delicate souls cringe at the word ”Chinamen” and feel the need to apologize for its presence in Knox’s Commandments. Did the term “Englishman,” used above, evoke a similar response? Would “Frenchmen” have been found objectionable? The answer is of course no, and so perhaps it is not ”Chinamen” that should be apologized for but unthinking and ahistorical political correctness.)
The larger theme of rising authoritarianism is also behind the 1930s motif adopted aboard the Mulvane, used not just to invoke a Golden Age milieu but also as a mechanism to ruminate on the last hundred years of history and wonder how, after having successfully risen to the two great challenges of fascism and communism, we find ourselves in such a sorry state today: culturally moribund, mired in debt, ineptly led no matter the party in power, and once again threatened by authoritarian regimes relentlessly working to destroy the democracies, socially, economically, industrially and militarily. In other words, how is it that Western civilization lost its mojo?
But JOURNAL OF THE SUPERNOVA is a murder mystery, not a political tract, and fully complies with the spirit of Knox’s Commandments, indeed not just slipping in clues but explicitly emphasizing and often repeating them to make sure they’re not missed or forgotten. Nevertheless, the author is confident that no one will ever successfully get the whodunnit, howdunnit, and whydunnit by the end of Chapter XLVIII—that is, before the solution is revealed.
There, reader: you have been challenged.
Who is the target audience for JOURNAL OF THE SUPERNOVA?
This is often asked in the contemporary book world but, when you stop and consider, the question is a strange one. For a start, it assumes that you had a target audience in mind—that is, you were writing not to gratify yourself or perhaps an inner compulsion but instead to appeal to some imagined group of other people. One wonders how Cervantes would have answered such a question, or the gloomy Jonathan Swift. How would Joyce have responded? Perhaps “Displaced Irishmen, exiled by disposition, paying back the English by dismembering their language” (which would have comprised a target audience of two: himself and Samuel Beckett). Maybe Nabokov would have found the answer easier: “Pedophiles.”
Nevertheless, that’s how it goes now—authors are expected to write for a target audience. I suppose that books might be produced this way, but not literature. This helps explain the desert that is the contemporary book world, at least in fiction. Here’s a practical demonstration: quick, name a current author. Don’t dwell, just note down the first one you think of.
A generation ago, some great writers would have instantly sprung to mind: Don DeLillo, Donna Tartt, Brett Easton Ellis, Jay McInerney. A generation before that, even better: Norman Mailer, Truman Capote, Joseph Heller, J.D. Salinger. And before that, better still: Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, John Steinbeck, William Faulkner. And these are just Americans, and just novelists, but even with those twin limitations the line goes back unbroken to colonial times: Sinclair Lewis, Henry James, Edith Wharton, Mark Twain, Edgar Alan Poe, Herman Melville, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and many others.
Now, be honest: is whoever you thought of in the same league? Hard to think of any contemporary fiction writers at all, other than producers of formulaic pulp—books whose only purpose is to serve as predigested pap for the intellectually toothless, and whose authors no doubt do have a target audience.
When I was a kid I once walked into a bookstore and discovered a new (to me) novel by John Fowles. I was delighted by this find and soon had the volume at home, reading it from cover to cover straight through. That book was DANIEL MARTIN and I reread it multiple times over the years, enough to break the spine. What author of today would engender such excitement? Their spines would certainly be safe; hard enough to get through them even once. In fact, these days it would be difficult to find a bookstore in the first place.
How to account for this current dearth of readable books? I think the “Who is the target audience?” question is an important clue. It implies more than just the assumption that authors write not in consequence of some inner desire or need. It also implies that the proper purpose of authorship is not to write at all; it is simply to sell—in other words, we’re not really talking about books anymore; we’re talking about commerce. That commerce happens to be in books, but it could be any product: clothing, cars, cosmetics, whatever.
This wasn’t always the case. When publishing companies in America were privately or narrowly held, and there were dozens of them, the book world was a vibrant hothouse of talent and ideas, but the days when a Max Perkins would take a chance on Fitzgerald or a Sylvia Beach would publish the unpublishable Joyce are long gone; neither GATSBY nor ULYSSES would ever reach print today. The business aim then was to sell books—preferably but not always profitably; it was the books that mattered. Now, just a small handful of very large corporations control American publishing. And—as with any publicly-listed corporation—there is a single overriding business imperative: to maximize return on equity. A book’s merit in this context is reduced solely to its marketability; beyond that, whatever’s between the covers is irrelevant. So it is that genuinely good books—the ones you were actually excited to find—disappeared when the publishers were consolidated into a few corporate behemoths. In other words, the current economic forces that shape the industry are the reason why there are no longer towering literary figures whose names are household.
The people who run these companies don’t read books themselves; they have books pitched to them. The only things they read are spreadsheets. If quizzed about the questionable quality of their product, they would no doubt claim to be just catering to the public. This assertion—a common defense used by corporate-controlled media companies to paper over the deterioration under their ownership; think of the fate of the Times under Murdoch, or CNN under Time Warner, or Twitter under Musk—was best answered long ago by perhaps the greatest of modern English-language writers, T.S. Eliot (incidentally, like the protagonist in JOURNAL OF THE SUPERNOVA, both an American and Englishman): “Those who claim to give the public what they want,” he stated, “begin by underestimating the public taste; they end by debauching it” (T.S. Eliot,1961, verbal testimony investigating BBC broadcasting, as quoted in ELIOT AFTER THE WASTE LAND by Robert Crawford, p. 473).
Take that, Murdoch and Musk!
Are the Firedrake technologies real? (addendum)
Here is a link to an interesting article on a proposed use of mechanical potential for energy storage similar to that outlined in the earlier journal entry “Are the Firedrake technologies real?” (Photo credit: Energy Vault)
Can a Reticulated Python really kill an adult man?
Yes, Reticulated Pythons like Tang Tang’s pet snake, Confucius, can kill a grown man with ease. More astonishing is that they can also swallow the corpse, whole. This happens from time to time in places like rural Indonesia.
Is Kang Youwei a genuine historical figure?
Kang Youwei (1858-1927) was indeed a famous calligrapher and revolutionary, sentenced to death by the Dowager Empress, as Claiborne Lorenz states. More famous still is Tu Fu (pronounced and now more commonly transliterated as Du Fu), the T’ang dynasty poet quoted in the Kang forgery.
Lorenz chose a profitable sideline: in 2022 the small example of Kang’s calligraphy pictured sold at auction in Hong Kong for $15,000. Interestingly, it translates as “One Requires Tranquility to Reach One’s Far-reaching Goal,” a sentiment that sums up the quiet patience with which the Chinese state proceeded in Ash Wednesday.
Is there a Chinese version of a Rolls-Royce, like Tang Tang’s limousine?
The automobile company Hongqi (“red flag”) has a long history of producing Chinese versions of Western vehicles, sometimes licensed (Audi, Toyota, Lincoln) and sometimes not (see accompanying photograph of the Hongqi H9, eerily similar to a Roll-Royce Ghost, even down to the characteristic two-tone paint scheme). However, unlike with sensitive Western technologies as varied as the W-88 nuclear warhead and the 7-nm 5G silicon chip, this was not necessarily the result of illicit espionage—in 2018, Hongqi hired Rolls-Royce’s former chief of design.
But the similarities with R-R are only skin deep: Jeremy Clarkson, testing a Hongqi for the British television program “Top Gear,” noted that the power-to-weight ratio was only equal to that of the lowly Peugeot 308 diesel, and that there was no official 0-60 time because the car probably couldn’t make it that fast.
Are there off-road Harley-Davidsons like the one Zara leaves for Jarrow to escape to Mexico?
Until recently Harley-Davidson was, and had been since WWII, strictly a builder of street bikes. However, custom Harley conversions of the type Jarrow rode are common, not just in the U.S. but globally, usually using the H-D Sportster as a base model since the Sportster is, for a Harley at least, relatively light. The accompanying photo shows one of these conversions by an Australian customizer, Purpose Built Moto, dubbed the “Signature Series Harley Sportster Scrambler,” and instantly identifiable as genuinely off-road capable.
Lately, Harley-Davidson has dipped a tentative toe into the off-road market with the introduction of the Pan America—not as hard-core as PBM’s Scrambler, but no longer confined to asphalt alone.
Do CIPHER keys exist?
At the time Ash Wednesday was written there was no practical application of optical refraction as a means of secure encryption that the author is aware of. So it remains today, although there has certainly been research on the subject, notably in a paper published in the scientific journal Nature Communications, April 7, 2023. That paper can be accessed here.
The fictional CIPHER key (Commercial & Industrial Phased Energy Refraction) is imagined as a molded crystal-like structure (like quartz crystals, pictured) but with a randomized internal density matrix (so not a true crystal). After manufacture, the refracted laser pulse’s properties would be empirically matched to a receiver responding to that precise output alone which, when coupled with the key, would form a secure mechanism. Since the proposed density matrix would be infinitely variable (instead of a finite combination of 0s and 1s), the coming of quantum computing would not be the threat to encryption by light refraction that it is to existing digital encryption.
In the CIPHER key, the only things being ‘encrypted’ are the laser pulse’s properties post-refraction—it is just a lock. Zhang et al.’s Nature Communications paper proposes to encrypt data, something much more ambitious and applicable broadly in computer network and telecommunications traffic. But the underlying principle is, like the CIPHER key, an “…optical security strategy…which fully exploits the abundant degrees of freedom of light as well as the spatial dislocation as key parameters“
Given the overarching theme of Ash Wednesday, it is interesting to note that all the authors of this paper are members of research institutions operating under the aegis of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
Was there an inspiration for Drake’s desert house?
Drake’s house is based on Taliesin West (pictured) in Scottsdale, Arizona, and the Frank Lloyd Wright room at the Met Museum in New York City.