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I’m leery of books on writing, especially if they’re written by an author I’ve never heard of. If someone is going to give me counsel, I want it to someone who knows what they’re talking about, someone with real-world experience, someone who’s broken out and had substantial success. Getting published, after all, isn’t easy.

But even seasoned authors sometimes fall flat with books on writing. Take Stephen King, for example—a successful author, to say the least. A few years ago he wrote a book on writing, entitled, appropriately, On Writing. But half of it (the half I read before discarding it, that is) was autobiographical, how Stephen King came to be Stephen King, and not about the craft of writing at all. (I’ve since been told by others who finished the book that the last half has some wonderful tips on writing. Perhaps I’ll pick it up again someday and give Steve another try.)

The point is, it’s hard to find a good book on writing, which is why I was delighted to read Ben Bova’s The Craft of Writing Science Fiction That Sells. Don’t let the name fool you. This is a book for fiction writers of any genre. In fact, I wish Bova had titled the book differently so as not to dissuade writers of other genres from picking up a copy. Bova, as I mentioned recently, is a master of science fiction, and sufficient emphasis is given in the book to the challenges of that trade. But what Bova says about character and plot structure and conflict and the necessary life habits of a writer apply to all fiction writers, be they authors of mysteries, romances, westerns, whatever.

I’m no writer of science fiction. I hope to be—or at least a writer of suspenseful fiction. And I found Bova’s suggestions invaluable: never solve a problem until you’ve introduced two more; write every day and don’t let hell or high water stop you; plant a “time bomb” on the first page; create antagonists, not villains, heroes of their own stories, etc.

If you’re interested in writing stories, I highly recommend this. Also check out Orson Scott Card’s Character and Viewpoint and How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy. All three books are great resources on the art of successful storytelling. As is, I’m told, the latter half of On Writing. But don’t quote me on that last one.

Just finished reading The Multiple Man. Bova is one of the greats in science fiction, and he measures up to his own name in this thriller. It’s hard to believe the novel was written back in 1976; it feels incredibly contemporary. The plot revolves around the President of the United State’s press secretary, who, with the help of the Secret Service, discovers a dead body behind a building where the president is giving a speech. What’s odd, however, is that the corpse looks exactly like the president–meaning someone has made a double. And if someone can make a double, does that mean they’ve already succeeded in getting one into the White House? Is the acting president, the REAL president? This is classic Bova: wonderful characters intertwined in believable relationships, digging their way through incredible difficulties. The science-fiction element is always in the background, never crowding the story. It’s a fast read. If you can find a copy, I highly recommend it.

Lauren and I hardly ever go to the movies anymore; (a) it’s too expensive and (b) it means getting a babysitter, which costs even more money. (This year we’ve been twice, once to see War of the Worlds and then recently to see Serenity.)

So if we do see a movie, it’s usually only after it comes out on DVD. Which is why we hadn’t seen Batman Begins until now—it came out on DVD on Tuesday. For those of you who haven’t seen it, allow me to strongly encourage you to do so. This is a five-star flick, folks. Every aspect of the production is grade A. From the acting, to the editing, to the script (dang, what a script), to the CGI work, to . . . golly, you name it.

I’ll admit it: I’m a comic book reader. I love comics. Have for a long time. But comic-book movies are hit or miss. (The recent Spiderman and X-Men films have been amazing. But The Punisher, Daredevil, and The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen were major duds.)

Batman Begins may be the best comic-book movie I’ve ever seen. Most of the credit goes to Christopher Nolan, the director, whose name-making film Memento wasn’t my cup of tea. But, here, in PG-13 territory, Nolan serves up a dish I can enjoy.

Then there’s the cast. Morgan Freeman. Michael Caine. Gary Oldman. Liam Neeson. Wow. And Christian Bale, whom I’ve admired ever since Empire of the Sun and who is, in my opinion, the best Batman to date. (Michael Keaton is a close second, then Val Kilmer, then wince George Clooney).

But what was most refreshing about this Batman outing was that for once we have a believable villain. Comic-book villains are, sadly, often represented as cardboard superhumans (see Elecktra, Blade, The Punisher, and many others). So it’s a sweet sigh of relief to see a villain who is the hero of his own story, someone who truly believes he’s doing good in the world. He’s not operating on some maniacally stupid blow-up-the-planet agenda. He actually believes he’s doing good. THAT’S what makes a good villain.

We only got the first DVD of the two-disc set from Netflix, so I can’t talk about the special features. There’s no commentary from Christopher Nolan, but since I don’t listen to commentaries anyway, I’m not disappointed.

In short, rent this movie. Buy this movie. Support movies that get it and do it right. And look for the sequel. They’re will be one. At least there better be. If not, I shall be very put out.

The winning Powerball numbers have just been announced: 1 21 43 44 49 29. Someone in Oregon—where the winning ticket was supposedly sold—is now worth $340 million, the biggest jackpot in lottery history.

Congratualtions to him or her, right?

Well, maybe not. As anyone who watches ABC’s LOST can tell you, winning the lottery jackpot could be the worst bit of BAD luck to befall you. In fact, if I’ve learned anything from watching the show it’s not to play the lotto.

Before our misfortunate cast members crashed on the island, Hugo (one of the show’s most lovable and huggable stars) used a sequence of numbers to win the lottery (a $150 million jackpot—give or take a million). The numbers he used, 4 8 15 16 23 42, were given to him by a psychiatric patient who does nothing but repeat the sequence all day. And once he finds out Hurley used the numbers to win the lotto, he breaks his numeral rant to say, “You’ve opened the box. It won’t stop.”

That which won’t stop is apparently a string of ill-fated events, including the infamous crash that put our folks on the island in the first place. Hurley, spooked out by this whole Pandora’s box hysteria, follows a lead from the psychiatric pateint to a chap in Australia who discovered the numbers sixteen years ago. But upon arriving in Australia, Hurley discovers that not only did this chap use the same numbers to win something (in his case he correctly guessed the number of beans in a big jar) but he also had a spell of bad luck so intense that he committed suicide four years ago.

And that’s our first numeral clue: the last poor chap to use the numbers died . . . FOUR years ago. Four is of course the first number in the mysterious sequence.

Let’s look at the other numbers:

815 = The next three digits are the flight number of the Oceanic (fictional airline) flight from Sydney to Los Angeles that crashes on the island.

16 = The number of years the French chick has been on the island, and the number of years ago someone first heard the number sequence being broadcast via radio. (Incidentally, one of the two people who heard that sequence is the very poor chap who commits suicide twelve years later).

23 = When the plane crashed, it split in two. Twenty-three is the number of survivors from the back of the plane who, throughout the entire first season, were believed dead.

42 = Yet unconfirmed, but believed (by me, anyway) to be the number of survivors from the front of the plane. They keep saying that there are “about forty survivors.” My guess is that if anyone counted, the number would be forty-two.

So we see that each of the numbers has incredible significance. How all of this is possible is yet to be seen, but it’s clear that all the numbers mean something.

Which brings me to this week’s Powerball numbers. On LOST, the second, third, and fourth digit of the sequence is the number of the flight that crashed: 815. The second, third, and fourth digit of this week’s winning Powerball is 214.

Out of curiousity, I Googled “Flight 214,” and the first hit was to the online encyclopedia, Wikipedia. This is what it had to say:

“On December 8, 1963, the aircraft, a Boeing 707-121 registered as N709PA, took off from Luis Munoz Marin International Airport in San Juan, Puerto Rico at 4:10 PM EST for a flight to Philadelphia with 73 passengers and 8 crew on the manifest. . . . At 8:58 PM EST, the aircraft, named Clipper Tradewind, was hit by a lightning strike, which ignited fuel vapors in a reserve tank, causing an explosion. The crew of Flight 214 managed to send a final message – “Clipper Out Of Control” – before it crashed near Elkton, Maryland. All 81 onboard were lost.”

That’s a direct quote. All onboard were LOST. (Cue The Twilight Zone theme music.)