Eat Once, Gain Weight Forever

Not that much to look at, the Convoluta roscoffensis is a flatworm that eats algae until the algae is producing enough nutrients through photosynthesis to keep the worm alive.  Adults don't need to eat at all.

It seems somehow appealing, although upon consideration it's like the anti-diet--all the calories of a good meal with none of the taste.

The American

I'm not sure what I thought of The American as a whole.  I know I didn't like most of it.  Clooney is a hit man exiled to a small Italian town while trouble blows over.  There is very little meaningful dialogue but many medium distance shots of him off center in a mostly empty frame to make it really clear how isolated he is, just in case his brooding and lack of human interaction was missed.  The attitude towards plot can be summed up as roughly "You've all seen this story before.  You'd be as bored as us if we spent screen time working through the details, right?"

But even if most of it felt like someone working from a film school textbook on melancholy, I was a bit surprised in the final scenes that I cared about the characters and they had some real impact.  So not a complete dog of a film.

Dust

Elizabeth Bear's Dust:

A generation ship breaks down and starts orbiting a dying sun, the inhabitants split into factions that start struggling for control of the ship--or just their personal fiefdoms--as the centuries drag on.  This falls into a genre I've never quite gotten, science fiction that explicitly chooses fantasy trappings.  Societies have a medieval structure with inheritance among families and knights going on quests, while genetic engineering and nanotech provide miracles and mythical beings and computer subprograms are like gods.

I continue to like Bear's writing and there are some nice narrative tricks around how things are perceived, plus an interesting take on the differences between love, trust and desire in relationships.  But for me probably not worth continuing with the series.  Certainly I'll exhaust some of her other works (including the excellent Eternal Sky series) first.

More Beasts

E, F, and G in the Book of Barely Imagined Beings were all disconcertingly alien, covering eels, flatworms and a smasher shrimp.  It was actually difficult to read on a sunny weekend afternoon, especially since it followed the very charming dolphin chapter.

This, for example, is the shrimp Gonodactylus smithii:

It's got an appendage it uses to club things with, which shoots out at near-bullet like speeds, enough to break a human bone.  Happily, despite the dirty genus name the 'appendage' is not its penis, but just a specialized limb.  Apparently there are 'smasher' and 'spearer' shrimps, and the smashers want to be able to club through shells to get to their meat.

Most of the description in the book focuses not on its threatening bullet-finger, though, but its vision.  It can distinguish polarized (in common with other marine species) and circularly polarized light (a unique ability), letting it see transparent animals and invisible-to-us features quite easily.

I picked up The Book of Barely Imagined Beings by Caspar Henderson.  This an A-to-Z list of real animals, nominally modeled after a medieval bestiary so I assumed, quite reasonably I think, that it would be a coffee table book with lots of pictures.   It is not.  There are lots of words and very few pictures.  It is shameful how publishers let people inflict words on their readers.

To make up for this, I am looking up the pictures on line.  The axolotl, for example:

A salamander that looks cute, freakish, or disturbingly like a homonculus in the D&D Monster's Manual I had in the '80s, depending on your point of view.  Sadly seems to be doomed in the wild (it's range was only Mexican lakes to begin with) but will survive in laboratories studying regeneration and among aquarium owners.

Other things learned: Apparently the first air-breathing vertebrates evolved to thrive in murky, shallow waters where (like our friend about) they could run around on their short stubby legs and do little push-ups to gulp in oxygen that was in short supply in the water itself.  I'm not sure what I thought the driving force was, maybe just fish and beaches and something more like this:

To Say Nothing of the Dog

Connie Willis' To Say Nothing of the Dog:

This is a light novel that sends its hero time travelling to search for clues as to the whereabouts of the "Bishop's bird stump" for a reconstructed Coventry cathedral.  The protagonists are historians and know the world through literature, which is convenient as the real world ends up performing much like a comedy of manners.  There are a ton of self-aware references, from PG Wodehouse, to Arthur Conan Doyle's gullibility about spiritualism, to upper class idiocy, Lord Peter Whimsey, and eccentric Oxford dons.  Add in some 'time lag' as an excuse for broader slapstick and it's a bit like a shotgun blast, but manages to keep a consistent tone.  The resolution seems like a bit of a cop-out but that's not really the point.  Very entertaining.