In fact, the movie shows how a strong-willed yet oppressed woman emerges as both a populist heroine and a violent psychopath. The brilliance of the movie lies in its unflinching portrayal of both the justice-seeking aspects of this woman and her emotional derangement. The movie offers new insight into the two-sided nature of all militant leaders and revolutionaries: Even when their cause is just, their violent actions betray their private psychologies as much as their visionary wills.
The snidely uncomprehending piece on Alexander Cockburn (Shafer, "The Tale of an Asp," July 5) is typical of the sort of slapdash, "Aren't I cute" journalism coming out of the Bay Area these days. There are so many dishonest toss-offs in Shafer's piece -- including a stupid slur aimed at Cockburn's father, Claud, for years the widely respected American correspondent for the Times of London -- I'll limit myself to the one that most indicates Shafer didn't read Cockburn's wonderful The Golden Age Is in Us. Shafer says Cockburn "abandons his Mighty Achievements in Vituperation" (also an untrue characterization of Cockburn's work) to bring us a "garage sale of rewritten Nation columns," etc. Name one rewritten Nation column.
Jack Shafer replies: For starters, here's two rewritten Nation columns: 1) Cockburn on the McMartin preschool case -- Page 143 in the book; Feb. 12, 1990, in the Nation. 2) Cockburn on the alleged black teen-age sex epidemic -- Page 374 in the book; Feb. 28, 1994, in the Nation.
Re your "suggestion" in your recent review (Stage, "Running in Place," July 12) of Rick Reynolds' All Grown Up and No Place to Go (which I produced) that Rick Reynolds add "borrowing" to his list of shortcomings: The Vacaville Prison story as told by Rick on stage is absolutely true. It owes nothing to a Steve Martin routine to which you compare it. In fact, I'm not even aware of this routine, nor is Rick Reynolds.
I can personally vouch for the originality and veracity of Rick's account, as I was the booking agent who was contacted by the assistant warden of the penitentiary and asked to book five comedians for their annual Christmas show back in 1989.
The Experiment That Failed
I would like to commend Ellen McGarrahan's deconstruction of the "Bolinas experiment" ("Bolinas? Baloney!" July 12). It seems to confirm what I've believed for a long time about this happy-people-bein'-free enclave: that it is little more than a segregated fortress for rich, arrogant white people. Take away the flower and rainbow and peace and freedom bullshit, and the line between Bolinas' true believers and those survivalist-militia crazies disappears quickly, as well. At least apartheid South Africa and the antebellum South weren't so hypocritical.
And for those people waxing nostalgic for the Summer of Love: Maybe the dilemma isn't that a good idea went bad. Maybe the idea of a utopia isn't so good in the first place. When ideals are legislated, there are neither ideals nor law -- only inflexible dogma and misguided lies no one can live up to. I live in San Francisco, where the streets are smeared with excrement and there are panhandlers on every sidewalk; crime is rampant, driving is hell, corruption and brutality are everywhere, and nobody gives a damn. But this city has something all the Bolinases in the world don't: life.
Your story about Bolinas reminded me of a somewhat adventurous visit my wife and I had there a couple years ago: After touring the short main street, we stopped at the restaurant at the old hotel for dinner. My wife ordered tandoori chicken. After an hour and a half and a couple of inquiries, a portion of broiled chicken was served sans tandoori-style preparation or an explanation.
While waiting for our meal, we observed an unfolding drama on the main street from our table on the veranda. An old, large Chevrolet with three young men had pulled over on the side of the street. One of them appeared to be incapacitated and was lying on the ground. A small crowd gathered and people were giving various advice on what to do about the matter. One person went to a nearby store, bought a six-pack of beer, and then proceeded to toss cans to others in the crowd. Finally, an emergency crew showed up and took the young man away on a stretcher.
We ended the evening at Smiley's. After the staff moved the pool tables, an English rock band played some really great music. We hoped to dance, but we were intimidated by a local couple who seemed to set the style on the dance floor. The woman seemed to be doing the Dance of the Seven Veils, while her male partner flapped his arms and hopped from one foot to the other. We knew we could not compete.
As we retreated back to Stinson Beach for the rest of a peaceful weekend, fog and mist enveloped Bolinas behind us and it was again enshrouded in the zone of twilight.
Pave Paradise, Put Up an Article
I am writing in regard to Ellen McGarrahan's condescending, mean-spirited, and shallow attack on what is one of the most incredible communities in the country. You believe that you can understand Bolinas by reading a government census and talking to a real estate broker. So many people in Bolinas distrust and do not cooperate with the government that even you should know what a total waste of time that would be. Not to mention that lots of people live in alternative types of structures that wouldn't be recognized by the government as viable housing anyway. Yes, we have a shortage of affordable housing, but the same problem is rampant in San Francisco, Berkeley, Mill Valley, New York, L.A., etc. What you ignored are our local attempts to address the problem, i.e., the Bolinas Community Land Trust Commission.
This brings up the most infuriating aspect of your trite expos. I am not aware of anyone in Bolinas who goes around thinking that they are living in the '60s or the '70s. I am not old enough to have been part of what took place here then, although of course I have read Orville Schell's book and it's beautiful. My point is that no one would expect, or even want, everything to be exactly as it was then because there exists e-v-o-l-u-t-i-o-n. You didn't talk to a single person in Bolinas under 40! (OK, except Alex, 32.) Which forces me to conclude that the accomplishments of the younger generation here were ignored by you because it wouldn't support your thesis that we are all losers.
Finally, I feel it was incredibly insulting of you to print a beautiful poem by Asia Thorpe for the sole reason of dismissing its contents. It was, in fact, the only piece of informed literature in your entire piece. Shame on you.
Don't come back.