Historical fiction and Norwegian petroglyphs

Pattern recognition is extremely fun and we love to do it.

When I was a kid I loved archeology and dramatic histories of science (think “The Microbe Hunters”) and also anything about unexplained phenomena and scientific hoaxes, like UFOs or people spontaneously combusting or the original Mechanical Turk. And now I am spontaneously combusting myself as I have just read the most ridiculous fable! Google “news” shoveled a fantastic “science” story about pre-historic Norwegian petroglyph artists into my eyeballs (at the very top of my idle scroll-impulse) and I had to read it and then had to look deeper. Actually some months ago I spent another idle evening reading about Norwegian petroglyphs – from Wikipedia to researchgate to marking the locations of various petroglyphs on a map (Hurrah the internet!!). And it gets worse. I also as a kid read my dad’s hardback “A History of The Vikings” (Gwyn Jones) and learned to read and write in runes (so useful for Lord of the Rings.) Later I read a kind of incredible amount of Norse sagas in translation. So you see the Algorithm understands me fairly well. It sees (some of) my patterns, and sometimes, I realize, or hypothesize, what it is doing and why, in return.

Pattern recognition often goes way too far though and I can’t help mocking this instance of it!!! Please join me to anti-admire this glorious piece of nonsense from a geology professor who should know better. Yes, everyone thought continental drift was nonsense, and we could also look at impact geology & Chicxulub for another example of a mockable theory turned plausible – but that is not a good argument for any other implausible thing to be true!

So this guy Allan Krill starts with the claim that a rock tool could not have pecked out the clean and regular petroglyph lines without its point breaking. Right from this point I want to argue with him. How does he know? Has he tried every kind of rock a prehistoric Norwegian might have had in hand? What kind of rock(s) are they carving/pecking onto? And what is harder than that? I don’t even have to look at a geological map to think about quartz, quartzite and other crystalline stuff! Antlers are too soft to carve rock (he says) but aren’t antlers part of rock tool knapping? And has Allan Krill practiced his petroglyph rock-pecking arts for years like our prehistoric artists might have? I mean, what? Even this initial leap is too much for me.

Then another giant leap – that these are Iron Age petroglyphs because only iron could have done this carving. And then a speculation – “Wrought iron boat nails would be the perfect tool.” Like, fine, come up with a wild theory and then do lots of experiments but why a boat nail? If you have iron and it’s the iron age forge a special tool. Why a boat nail? Why not a special iron rock-pecker! Have your imaginary Iron Age characters invent a whole set of artist’s chisels, like Ayla in the Valley of the Horses inventing approximately 30,000 years’ worth of human endeavor in one Pleasures-filled winter!!! Let’s gooooo!

Then he sets the scene – Viking longships which naturally (?!) would welcome a strong oarsman who was also a boat-nail petroglyph artist, because when the boat needed repairs, our artist could go do his thing. Again, what?

Then the best bit. He categorizes all the pecked-out-style petroglyphs along Norway and further north along Finland and Russia into four styles, and then attributes those styles not to particular eras, fashions, or cultures, but to four people. He names them like dolls and makes up their histories! I kind of love this but I also hate it! It would probably make a good historical novel. Why not have one book for each artist and then have them all meet in the 5th book, like Elric meeting all the other sword guys in a swirling gothy Chaos nexus!

They are called Steinn Stikkmann, Bårdr Båtmann, Ingi Innrisser, and Oddr Omrisser. In case you want to put them in your Iron Age Norwegian novel series, or historical role-playing game! I may need to write the fanfic actually and put it onto Archive of Our Own. Stay tuned. But in the meantime you are invited by Dr. Krill to contribute your own theories at https://groups.io/g/vikingrockart – have at it.

Could all these glyphs have been carved by four people? Maybe! I guess we can’t discount it!

They also could have been carved by one very busy time traveler or alien!

But probably there are archeologists who could (and maybe do) refute a lot of things about Krill’s theories.

I looked up Krill and he did not disappoint – he actually writes a fair amount about pseudoscience. Here he goes into some interesting detail about the Aquatic Ape theory! Which is worth reading and considering – we know that science doesn’t always follow a logical path – some theories are quite wild, and we can get to the right answers from a wrong hunch or a ridiculous lead that goes somewhere unexpected. I remember diving into *snerk* the Aquatic ape theory a bit after reading some books like Peter Dickinson’s Bone from a Dry Sea and then Stephanie A. Smith’s haunting and beautiful novel Other Nature.

I also came across this gold mine of Krillish internet forum posts – more about the Aquatic Apes and Proto-Bioko – the stuff about early human evolution, etc. Uh oh, an article about Chimpanzee skin color! Hmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Someone has to come up with wild ideas, and Krill is pretty good at it – lots of confidence and grandiosity – A love of studying huge paradigm shifts – But seems to me like an example of someone good in one area (geology, history of continental drift theories) trying and failing to achieve, or claim, or assume, that expertise to another area (archeology, primate evolution, paleoanthropology) and failing. Not just failing but complexly continuing to fail as he digs his hole deeper and will not listen to other experts in these fields – complaining they will not listen to him, and self-publishing his PDFs earnestly.

(Oh no – there are now SEVEN artists – named Stickman, Sydvester, Texter, Hjortmann, Whaler, Inliner, and Outliner! I cannot cram them all into one fic, can I?)

I have a certain sympathy for Krill’s position, as I am a non-expert, a total amateur, a generalist, and a self-publisher/blogger of course. Look at all the things I reference – half-remembered fiction and amateur histories read in childhood – Years lurking in the stacks reading random things at my college Geology Library job – A few textbooks and a nose for nonsense – Who am I to say? I have developed my own judgement and discernment as best I could.

Note that paleoanthropology is a bit inherently ridiculous and prone to – all of this. What, you found 2 ankle bones and a tooth, or worse, someone’s crew of 100 years ago found it, and from that you extrapolate early Iguanodon’s horn levels of absurdity – I’m not here for it.

Extra note that the “Great Man” fallacy is a red flag for me. Some people really like there to be a lone hero, a primary genius, rather than acknowledge the reality of how culture shifts and changes and propagates – an inability to see a narrative as a collective story.

I can’t help but see Krill’s voyages into other fields (and ancient seas) as a cautionary tale. Sad and even a bit dangerous. (Even though I enjoy reading it all.)

Maybe I can name the fanfic “We Want to Believe”.

poster or meme of a flying saucer ufo with the words I WANT TO BELIEVE underneath

I, Lizhilda Karenssprog, carved these runes.

Bad Invention: Flatworm Flatware!

I have come up with a new bad invention! Flatware for flatworms, or flatworm flatware. Knives, forks, and spoons shaped like Planaria!

They could have some aspect where they nest together and appear to make a larger flatworm which comes apart into separate worms! Because of the idea that you can cut them up and they regenerate from various parts (whether that is really true or not).

Needs some sort of reference to notochords but I can’t quite think what.

BART Basel 2024

There were so many amazing scenes at BART Basel this year – Francois and the decaying golden banana, the woman with the woven toilet paper roll mobile sculpture, the trumpeter in Glen Park station – the piñatas – the guy with the fake butt – the fashionista with the beanie baby pug and bodyguards – Penelope, the girl with the spray bottle of water spraying her grandma’s raincoat – Too many to list!

At BART Basel, the crew sets up a pedestal with a glass cover, a red carpet, a backdrop, and a small but effective PA system and microphone. People come up to present their art; after 20 minutes or so the entire set-up and crowd gets onto the train to go to another station and hold another event!

a lady holding up a woven sculpture in a huge crowd in the train station

We started at Embarcadero, then moved to Civic Center, then to Glen Park, which is probably my favorite station architecture. The crowd was huge – and splendidly dressed!

I exhibited and read my short poem Take the 49, which is about the wrong transit system, so now I really need to write a poem about BART and read it on the bus.

liz holding up a tiny zine; another copy is in a glass case beside them

This year I made two tiny zines – Take the 49 and Copies, both under Burn This Press. They came out super cute!

two tiny colorful zines

a zine open to show a poem about the bus

The 49 poem does a lot in a small space. Late at night, that bus tends to go very fast down a major street that in the daytime is crowded and slow. I was going for the feeling of speed and joy, a little recklessness, the feeling of bumping over streets and pavements in bus but also in my wheelchair, being like those metal rolls in old music boxes, because often I’m coming home from a musical event at night on the bus, the music is still playing in my head, and i’m in a state where every sound of the city at night is like music & it all combines beautifully. One night a driver really did tell me a story about his old job painting the bridge and how at least the bus is warm – he was waxing a bit poetic about it all – and it was – as the kids say – “a mood”. While I don’t remember why we were chatting, we had a nice connection, but I don’t really remember what he looked like. I hope he sees the poem some day!

My outfit for BART Basel was in BART colors, silver/white and blue. I had a moment where I showed a group of people my belt buckle and handmade train-track belt, and there was an audible collective gasp. Very gratifying!

a brass belt buckle shaped like the front of a bart train, on a blue belt

You can admire more photos of BART Basel in my Flickr album or in this larger collection of BART Basel photos by many people!

And, if you love transit systems so much that you want to read a ridiculous, sweet story about BART and SFO as cozy roommates, here’s a link to Next Stop, San Francisco, which I wrote in response to the tweets from SFO and BART’s accounts during the protests against anti-immigrant/ anti-muslim ban policies in 2017.

The event was so much fun. I loved seeing everyone’s art, or (in)significant objects framed as art, and the joy of the crowd, who were in “eclectic dress” as described on the invitation.

Its organizer, Danielle Baskin, has done so many hilarious cool projects over the years. I appreciate her and the whole crew who made BART Basel a thing – not just a thing, but a tradition!

Judith and Jane – a girls’ book from the 1920s

Another of the books in the pile from my mom – Judith and Jane – from 1925 – was completely separated from the spine with the pages detached, so I read it carefully on the dining room table yesterday. It was somewhat similar to Plain Jane and Pretty Betty as the story has a poor girl who is happy and a rich girl who is miserable, and they eventually become besties.

It also made me cry, as these books tend to do nowadays. Not sure what happened, since I was a heartless wretch as a child and would just laugh at any hint of sentiment, mocking it relentlessly, while now in my 50s I can feel myself winding up to weep into my hoodie as soon as one of the girls contemplates her sorrows or there is any sort of heart to heart talk!

So here is the plot synopsis with some commentary. Jane is the poor but happy girl, in a boarding house in 1920s New York City, living with her mother who works as a magazine editor. Her father died recently – within the last few months to a year – And her mother got an invitation for Jane to be a scholarship student at Mrs Something’s School for Girls.

Meanwhile, in the 6th grade at Mrs Whatever’s School for Snooty-Ass Bitches, vivacious, rich Judy is extremely popular, but secretly unhappy, as her mother is dead and her beloved father doesn’t really pay attention to her. He is an important banker or something. Her governness and all the servants in their mansion barely even remember how old she is on her birthday, her presents suck because they are like, dollies and frills and she is TWELVE and her party is boring because it’s the same overblown children’s entertainers as ever. She is not allowed to have her mother’s miniature in her room to weep over because it was painted by some famous artist. Awkward times at the old mansion! Judy compensates by acting out in school so she can always be the center of attention. So when Jane shows up, Judy is a huge snob and the other girls follow suit. Plus they are just puzzled at the thought of someone having no father and their mother isn’t even in Who’s Who! OMG!

The teachers are overwhelmed by the terrible behavior of the 6th grade class and especially Judy, except for Eleanore Myers Jewett’s self-insert character, the history and English teacher, Miss Kelly.

Jane’s mother points out that Judy must have something good in her, because her rizz dominates the classroom so hard. Jane kind of sees it and wishes they could be friends BUT NO.

Quick fast forward: Interspersed with scenes of Judy’s secret misery, we see Jane being treated unjustly. Not invited to Judy’s stupid party – Jane gets the best part in the class play (Puck in Midsummer Night’s Dream) Judy is Jealous but secretly delivers flowers to Jane (!!!) – Accused of being a goody two shoes – Dared by the class to do something that the principal had just completely forbidden on pain of expulsion – Jane finds out she only got the scholarship because the other students suck and they needed to get someone smart in – Same for Miss Kelly, the only competent teacher – Jane suspected unjustly of stealing a beautifully illustrated book from a classmate AND EXPELLED on the very day that her mother is in a horrible subway accident and in the hospital, unconscious!

Jane moves in with her minister and minister’s wife who conveniently live in the same boarding house in the slums. Shit happens fast. The minister goes to the principal – Miss Kelly also intervenes – Judy has an enormous realization that she sucks, is sad, actually likes and admires Judy, wishes she could hang out with Judy’s beautiful and smiling motherly mother, etc. TURN ON THE WATERWORKS because they have a gorgeous talk and agree to be BFFs. They both secretly dream of becoming AUTHORESSES! They write poetry and stories! Jane then gets the riding lessons of her dreams including a full riding outfit and little ivory-handled riding crop, gets comfy in the mansion, and impresses Mr. Judy the Banker with her happy childlike laughter and ability to touch-type.

Back in the classroom, Miss Kelly assigns the 6th grade to think of a high old brick wall. If they could climb over it for the first time, what would they see? It turns out Judy at her summer mansion actually has an old stone wall she used to stare at but didn’t want to look over, exactly because she liked to imagine something amazing was there. Looking would ruin the fantasy. Someone mentions the Land of Happy Dreams (or something)

The girls then produce a zine!!! I’m not joking! They write all the stories and poems for their magazine, Jane types it all, and they produce two issues, one for Judy’s dad and one for Jane’s mom who is still in the hospital months later at Christmas, unable to walk!

Turns out Mr. Judy is on the Board of that very hospital and visits with Jane and Judy and gets Mrs. Jane a private room so she can have more frequent visits!

Mr. Judy becomes much much nicer, and has learned to be a real Father in a real homelike, cozy, listening to his daughter, way!

A famous surgeon found by Mr. Judy then repairs Mrs. Jane’s spine!

Jane meanwhile sent off one of her mother’s stories to an editor and it wins $300 in a contest, which I believe may have been enough to pay the surgeon (!?) But also Jane is invited to Judy’s summer mansion and is working very short mornings as Mr. Judy’s typist so that she doesn’t feel beholden!

Jane and Judy (led by Judy’s still naughty spirit) ride off without their groom early one morning, Judy is thrown from a horse, and then they are KIDNAPPED BY ROUGH MEN in a CAR and taken to the slums of NYC somewhere! The rough men’s … wife or mother or something … is roughly kind to them and won’t let them be hurt! But also won’t let them escape. Jane escapes, wanders around the slummiest slum, then into a diner full of rough and dirty men who do not help her but then the smallest dirtiest man gives her his LAST NICKEL and is kind – Police come – everyone rescues – Jane worries aboout rewarding the one kind and poor man and is informed the slum is only a slum because people were poor and that maybe unions will help them and the kind man is an anarchist organizer!

I had not predicted either a kidnapping, or that the girls would be RESCUED BY ANARCHISTS!

You can see the ending I hope! It lies just over the stone garden wall ! In the LAND OF HAPPY DREAMS AND ANARCHY.

Everyone is really truly sisters and lives happily ever after, with the note that even though their hopes and dreams change as they grow up, they have learned they should always work steadily towards them!

Of course I had to look up Eleanore Myers Jewett. She had the barest stub of a Wikipedia page, so I added a little to improve it, from a few decent looking sources. I would have to go lookking in histories of children’s books, or maybe newspapers or something with contemporary book reviews, to find out more to add.

Surprise (not) she had a PhD in medieval English and comparative literature, and worked for a while as a middle school English and history teacher! I love her now.

This book easily could have become a series. Judith and Jane at the Rodeo! Judith and Jane go Deep Sea Fishing! Judith and Jane March for Women’s Suffrage! I feel a pang that these books don’t exist.

black and white yearbook photo from 1912 of a serious looking white lady

Next up, Plain Jane and Pretty Betty.

I also plan to (re-)read some classics of Russian literature to offset the silly Inspector Rostinov detective series.