The Momentum Blog
Posted September 12, 2013 by Mark
With the announcement that the fourth Jurassic Park film is coming in 2015 (and will be titled Jurassic World), I thought it would be a good time to look back on the book and film that spawned it all.
The great thing about the book is that it’s a tense, thrilling spectacle in and of itself. While it has a lot more detail than the film, it’s also a lot less family friendly. The cast of characters is larger, and there are more (and more violent) deaths. The book also features more dinosaurs than the film, and some elaborate sequences that included key characters sneaking past a sleeping T-Rex, and a scene in which one of the children is caught by a Tyrannosaur’s tongue (spoiler alert: he lives).
It’s been many years since I read the novel. It was one of the first adult novels I read, and I remember it as being absolutely thrilling. When my dad brought it home, I remember not being able to fully grasp the concept that an adult had written an adult book for adults about dinosaurs! And that iconic cover art. There was no way that my dad could keep me from reading it.
Of course it became a sensational bestseller, and before too long there was a bidding war for the movie rights between Hollywood studios. Ultimately Steven Spielberg won, and the rest is history.
In 1993, Jurassic Park became the biggest movie of all time, with an adaptation that emphasised the creature elements while downplaying the violence. The special effects were revolutionary and many scenes hold up to this day…20 years later (oh god I feel old).
There are several reasons that Jurassic Park is considered a milestone in modern cinema. There are the technical aspects, it was one of the first films to extensively use CGI, and the box office returns, it made over $950 million in 1993 and was the highest-grossing film of all time until Titanic. It also confirmed Steven Spielberg’s place as the most influential director of his generation, with the release of Jurassic Park and Schindler’s List coming within twelve months of each other.
Like many, I was the perfect age for Jurassic Park. Old enough to get it and handle the violence, but young enough to not be cynical. It blew me away when I saw it at the cinema 5 times, and continued to blow me away on video and DVD. I’ve watched it countless times, probably as many times as I’ve watched Star Wars. Actually that reminds me of a dilemma I faced one Christmas – Star Wars and Jurassic Park were both available on VHS and my mum was happy to get me one, but I had to choose. How does a 12 year old in the early 1990s choose between Jurassic Park and Star Wars?
The film was so successful that a sequel was inevitable. While Crichton certainly tried his best with the novel The Lost World, there was a certain spark missing. Although the sequence where the two Tyrannosaurs attack the lab is perfect. But the film version of The Lost World strayed so far from the decent idea of the novel that is was almost a parody. The climactic sequence involving a dinosaur loose in San Diego is ridiculous. This experience confirmed for me that artists have a different relationship to their work than audiences do. For me, Jurassic Park was a huge part of my childhood, something that thrilled me and made me feel special. For Steven Spielberg, it was a fun job that allowed him to indulge himself on a highly technical project.
The less said about Jurassic Park III the better.
Despite the disappointing sequels, I can’t help but feel excited at the prospect of Jurassic World. From what I’ve read about the film, it seems like it’s being treated as a direct sequel to Jurassic Park, rather than a follow-up to Jurassic Park III. The prospect of revisiting Isla Nublar and delving into that world is an appealing one. Although I am super-prepared to be disappointed again.
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How to write a book in a Colombian taxi and get strip-searched for cocaine – the guide you’ve been waiting for
Posted March 20, 2013 by Nathan M Farrugia
The edits are due tomorrow and I’m squashed in a taxi somewhere between an industrial port city and a small fishing town in Colombia. I’m with two of my friends from Australia and our new friend, Natî, the owner of the hostel we had been staying at. With the night off work, Natî joins us for a round trip and the opportunity to spray our arsenal of pressurized foam cans at the policia. Carnaval starts today, after all.
The trip is a two hour journey, which I think is enough time for me to finish the edits, or it would be if Natî wasn’t teaching us the words to all the Colombian songs on the radio. I have my laptop perched on my legs and a bottle of Club Colombia perched somewhere in-between. A Cuban cigar is shoved unceremoniously in my mouth—like most things are, I guess.
Last time I blogged about editing my novel, The Chimera Vector, I gave a behind the scenes look at the editing process with lots of pretty pictures and step-by-step explanations. I really enjoyed exploring the depths of the editorial process and just how much an editor helps shape a novel. This time I was hoping to continue the journey with you, but editing The Seraphim Sequence turned out a little different.
It’s dark and the driver overtakes another convoy of buses. He slips in front of them moments before we collide with oncoming traffic. This is scary the first time he does it and I pee my pants just a bit, but after he does this twenty times I get used to it.
My plan was to complete the edits for The Seraphim Sequence on my flight from Melbourne to Los Angeles and from Los Angeles to Miami and from Miami to Bogota, Colombia. While my friends watch movies and drool on their travel pillows, I was to peck away at the keyboard for many of the 25 hours, eager to complete as much as possible before our vacation officially starts.
But our vacation starts at Melbourne airport when one of my friends puts his platinum airline card to use before it expires next month. He boards the plane with no less than twenty bottles of alcohol “borrowed” from the lounge. His bag clinks with each step and the flight attendants give suspicious stares. Our tray tables and pouches are quickly populated with a variety of beverages and when offered a choice of wine, my friend replies, ‘All of the wine.’
I didn’t get much editing done.
So I only have myself to blame when I’m sitting in a taxi trying to write the last scene. The scene is set at Denver International; the airport is almost shredded from the action and conflict crashing through the last twenty chapters. I hope to bring it to a quiet, mournful close. Or that is the plan, anyway. It is more of a distracted, drunken close because the radio is pumping Gangnam Style, I’ve had too many cervezas (beer) and Natî is already wielding the foam cans.
My laptop and I are the first victims of the foam spray. The taxi driver is next, albeit by accident. It was aimed at me, but the foam sprays half his face and the steering wheel instead. I am worried for a moment but he is good-natured about it and laughs—as he narrowly misses another oncoming car.
Natî sprays a tollbooth worker and also two passers-by, nearly knocking one of them off a bridge. My friends’ encouragement fades quickly when they realize one of victims was a police officer. I’m worried we will get arrested soon but fortunately we run out of foam.
By this point everyone needs to pee—quite literally everyone, even the taxi driver who cannot drink alcohol while driving but drinks the sodas we buy for him. He pulls off the road, a dark unlit stretch flanked by a steeply declining forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. If there is a place to begin the first act of a horror movie, this is it.
I stand as close to the dark precipice as possible without falling in, and unzip; vaguely aware that we have formed a line along the road to relieve ourselves, including Natî, who drops her phone and accidentally pees on it. Once we finish, we jump back into the taxi and continue our journey. I am still no closer to finishing that scene.
Our destination, Barranquilla, is nothing like we expect. The city is sprawled, industrial, and the streets remind me vaguely of Port Melbourne. Exhausted, we say goodbye to Natî and our driver, and throw our bags in our rooms. We’re starving and have been running on beer for the best part of the day.
It’s midnight and all we can locate is a fast food restaurant—a sort of KFC clone—but we’re tired and don’t care. We catch a taxi, only to realize it is just three blocks away and we could’ve walked. We secure a table and order a family-sized meal for three. It later arrives in the form of a mountain: fifty pieces of chicken. The girls on a nearby table giggle. We shrug and call ourselves estupido gringos. They start laughing and soda comes out their nose. There’s an awkward silence and we start eating our fifty pieces with plastic gloves given to us by the staff—something we initially found hilarious and then later admit were kind of useful. We leave with a dozen pieces still untouched and return to our hotel with stomachs over capacity.
On the way back, policia stop and search us for cocaine. They are surprisingly friendly and gentle. I am not sure if this is a horror movie or an erotic short film. As their hands pad up my legs I try to think of other things. I wind up thinking of plastic gloves and fried chicken, which oddly enough does not help.
They’re disappointed we’re not carrying anything illegal, but they’re excited to discover one of us is a police officer in Australia and start comparing kit and firearms. We say goodbye to our new friends and return to the hotel. I’m exhausted but I open my laptop and, sober and determined, finish writing. The climax at Denver airport draws to a satisfying close and The Seraphim Sequence is at last complete. To celebrate, I pass out. The laptop slides off my knees and hits me in the neck.
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Posted May 22, 2012 by Nathan M Farrugia
If you told me ten years ago that I would write a shamelessly explosion laden thriller that teetered on science fiction and somehow hit number one on the Apple iBookstore SF charts, I would’ve laughed at you. And also wondered what the hell an iBookstore was. What is this sorcery?
The idea for The Chimera Vector – sort of inspired by the Dark Angel TV series and Half-Life video game – was born when mobile phones were bricks and Macs seemed to share the same product design as Fisher Price. With programmed covert operatives, helicopter battles and immortal psychopaths, I guess The Chimera Vector was an absurd debut for an Australian writer. A debut that was redrafted no less than ten times before eventually making its way into the hands of a literary agent, and then eventually making its way into the hands of a publisher. And rejected. Twice.
Tagged: Dark Angel, Half-Life, iBookstore, literary agent, science fiction, techno-thriller, writing
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Posted May 4, 2012 by Anne
Head on over to Dark Matter for Nathan M Farrugia‘s thoughts on reading and writing in genre fiction. While you’re there have a look at their competition page – they’re giving away a copy of The Chimera Vector.
“There’s something about crossing genres that scares people. No one knows quite what to do with them, how to sell them, how to market them, how to read them. So it’s strange in a way for me to write The Chimera Vector. It’s a thriller that’s science fiction but isn’t. I guess you could say it’s a techno-thriller that teeters on the edge of sci-fi.”
Read on here.
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Posted May 3, 2012 by Nathan M Farrugia
For part I of this post, see here.
6. Does eating sugar cubes improve your night vision?
In Soviet Russia, bath takes you
The myth goes that Soviet soldiers would eat sugar cubes, claiming that sugar feeds the optic nerves, and then expose themselves to red light for ten minutes. Um, yeah. Red light is a means to minimize loss of night vision, but it certainly won’t improve it.
Vitamin B1 is actually a nutrition source of the optic nerves. If you eat a bowl of candy, the body uses up Vitamin B1 and voila – Vitamin B1 deficiency. This gives you eye fatigue and messes with the function of your optic nerves. Which could explain why 60% of Americans wear prescription glasses
7. Check yourself before you wreck yourself
I just wanted a cool way to say “check if you’re being followed”. That’s the best I could think of
Photo by Dylan Kitchener
- Can you see the shadow of the person behind you? Under streetlights a person’s shadow can run ten meters long.
- Know a house with a dog that barks at passers by? Good, walk past it. Then listen out to see if it barks again.
- Walk out of step on purpose. If someone is trained to follow you they’ll synchronize their footsteps with you.
- If you look at your suspected tracker/stalker/ex-boyfriend and they immediately stop walking or change direction, they are a) following you and b) also an idiot.
- Use distance to protect yourself. This is pretty obvious. As soon as you’re out of sight, get some distance between you and your tracker.
- Look for shine on their skin, this is an excellent way to identify someone in darkness.
- Is your suspected tracker walking at the same pace as you? This is usually a key giveaway.
- When trying to identify someone in the dark who may or may not be there, your brain will try to recognize a face first, then it will attempt to recognize a human-shaped body. If it fails at this, it can often make shit up.
- If you can’t see the tracker following you and you don’t want to arouse suspicion, purposely drop something and almost walk past it. This gives you an excuse to turn around and crouch to pick it up. While crouched, your tracker can be more easily identified if they are backlit by a street light or the moon. Remember, your night vision works on shapes and outlines, not color or detail.
8. Survive an attack at night
- If you’re walking on a footpath and someone ahead of you is standing near the curb to force you in towards the shop fronts, don’t. Cross the street or walk around them on the curb. You do not want to be boxed in and set up for an ambush.
- A valuable tool to carry with you is a torch. You can use it to shine in your attacker’s face and blind them. It will take your attacker at least ten seconds to gain enough vision back in order to chase you, let alone see you. Use those ten seconds wisely. Either escape or disable them.
- Don’t run if you can’t see in the darkness. The last thing you need is to run head-first into a brick wall and knock yourself unconscious. You’ve just made a mugger’s job somewhat easier.
9. How to Walk While Blind (Not the Drunk Kind)
- Hold one palm out at waist height and keep it there.
- Wave your other hand up and down in front of you, brushing from head to waist height. It might look like a slightly deformed swan dance, but it works.
- Take short, slow strides. This is the only time you should be walking with the heel (as most people do anyway). Test each step with the heel before committing. Keep your weight on your back foot. This is handy if you encounter a flight of stairs and don’t want to break your neck.
Okay now you’ve absorbed all that, get on over here and learn some more survival skills. Just in case you ever find yourself in the situation where you wake up and discover you’re a deniable operative.
Tagged: night vision, special ops, techno-thriller, villains
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Posted May 2, 2012 by Nathan M Farrugia
Switch off the cones and start using those rods, baby
This might sound like the premise for a porno (bow chicka wow wow) but it’s really about how your eyes work in darkness. Your eyes use cones for color and fine detail. Rods on the other hand see only in black and white, but they’re a thousand times more sensitive to light. Oh, and there’s about as many of them as there are Twilight fans. About 120 million of them. And at night, much like Twilight fans, they can’t see color or detail or see what’s right in front of their faces. And I’ll explain why.
Rods take a lot longer to adapt than cones, so your night vision is not instant. It will take your eyes 45 minutes to gain complete night vision, which coincidentally is about as long as it takes for Viagra to kick in.
The worst time for night vision, unlike Viagra, is dawn or dusk. It’s this transitory period where your eyes begin switching over from cones to rods and vice versa. Your rods actually prefer moonlight. The rods in your eyes, that is. They pick up motion well, but they’re not so great at detail.
1. Scan and tilt
Once night vision kicks in, you might wonder why you can spot a corn chip on the ground from the corner of your eye and then fall over a table right in front of you. That’s because you’re stupid. No, but seriously. That’s because rods are located further out from the center of your retina. This is your night blind spot.
So if you want to survive at night, you need to employ a method commonly used by soldiers to detect things at night. Other than night vision goggles.
Turn your head side to side and up and down. You can use this method to identify something or someone without looking directly at it. As soon as you look directly at it, you’ll encounter your night blind spot.
If you’re in a situation where you’re at risk of being detected, then move your eyes from side to side instead of your head so you don’t give away your position.
2. You’re not a moth, stop looking at bright lights
Photo by Mathijs Delva
Looking at bright lights – a street lamp, car headlights, a UFO about to abduct you – is a natural reaction. Fight it. As soon as you look directly at a bright light … bye bye night vision. Then you’re back at square one and you’ll have to spend another 30-45 minutes adapting to the dark again.
Some lights will blind you more than others. On the least blinding edge of the spectrum is red light. The military use red lights when operating at night. Ship captain’s instruments are lit with red light. This is not because their favorite color is red, it’s because your rods are not very sensitive to red light. The center of your retina, the fovea, is packed full of red sensitive cones. It also happens to be the same area that has no rods. This is why using a very low intensity red light does not destroy your night vision. In fact, pilots are known to wear red-tinted glasses in low light conditions if they don’t have time to sit in perfect darkness prior to night operations.
The rods in your eyes are most sensitive to blue-green, like the green of a traffic light or the blue of a car headlight. If you don’t have time to stop a bright light destroying your night vision, cover one eye. You see? The pirates were onto something!
3. Approach concealed areas from a wide angle (that’s what she said?)
If everyone did this in movies, no one would ever get kidnapped. And there would be 63% less karate chops.
Giving ye dubious abode a wide berth is critical at night, when you need every sliver of a second for your reaction time. If you’re walking down a street and you’re sticking close to the shop fronts, you’ve become an easy target for an opportunistic assault from an alcove, doorway or alleyway. Or even just a simple corner. It’s about as smart as pointing a gun at someone who is within arm’s reach – don’t do it unless you want to be disarmed, or at least attacked.
- Put as much distance between you and potential hiding places
- Walk curb side to see into alcoves and doorways before it’s too late
- Walk on the opposite side of the street to streetlights for safer, more even lighting (unless you’re a deadly ninja assassin trying to conceal yourself, in which case stick to the shadows)
- Take corners as widely as possible
- Check corners for shadows – does that lamppost have a shadow? Yes? Is there a human shadow next to it? How far away?
4. Does eating carrots improve your night vision?
No. This is a myth that originated from a British disinformation campaign during World War II to throw Nazi Germany off the scent of their new radar technology.
If you’re suffering from Vitamin A deficiency then your night vision is likely to be poor. Red meat, eggs and liver are rich sources of Vitamin A (retinol) that can help recover your night vision. Vegetables and fruits have smaller amounts, but are helpful.
5. Does squeezing your eyes tightly improve your night vision?
This is a common myth in special forces: squeezing your eyes tightly for several seconds prior to entering a dark environment will boost your night vision. This appears to have a mostly psychological effect. Closing your eyes will certainly kick your night vision in, but you’ll still need to wait 30-45 minutes to attain full night vision. Squeezing them won’t speed things up.
Part II tomorrow, special ops trainees!
If you can’t wait until tomorrow for more, try this.
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