The Book of the Sword, Part Two: Weapons of War.

 

This week marked the half-way point in my Academie Duello Introduction to Longsword course, and I'm please to say that I've begun to enjoy the classes more now that we've settled in.
 
Miguel, our instructor, has done an excellent job of familiarizing us with the various longsword techniques, and my fellow students have been quite accommodating when we've been practising as a group of three. The school also has some standard methods of rotating partners so that people get to practise with a variety of opponents.

After three sessions on longsword technique, we spent our last class working with polearms - which, interestingly, are considered to be superior to a sword in a combat situation.  Our instructor informed us that every time they've matched polearm against longsword, the polearm has been the clear winner, based on leverage and flexibility in attack and defense.  He compared a polearm to a rifle and a sword to a pistol in terms of their relative authority on the historical battlefield.

In case you're not a student of edged weapons, the term polearm is generic, covering a wide range of offensive options attached to the end of a pole, with the simplest of polearms being the spear.  More elaborate weapons are the glaive (sword on a stick), poleaxe (axe on a stick), and bardiche, which falls somewhere in between glaive and poleaxe with its extended curved blade (third from the left in the above photo).  Our exercises tonight were done with halberds, a combination axe blade with a spear point on the end and a hammer on the reverse.

We were cautioned to use extra care when practising against an opponent, even with our rubber-tipped mockups.  As Miguel pointed out, whereas a sword can be blunted and capped, a wooden pole is perfectly capable of doing damage all on its own.

The school is very aware of the potential for harm during practise, and as such everything is done at about a quarter of normal speed.  This can be a challenge to maintain, and also requires a certain amount of what Miguel refers to as "honesty" during the sparring process.

 If I'm lunging at someone's face and they move to the side as the start of a parry that will control my blade and allow them to lunge over top of it into my face, I actually have lots of time to redirect my sword to their new location.  However, in an actual fight, I'd be committed to my lunge, and as an honest opponent, I need to maintain that commitment in the same manner.  However, there are some moves, such as defensively snapping a lunge out of line, that simply can't be done slowly.  As I once read in a novel set on a glacial planet where the local wildlife even hunted at a snail's pace in order to preserve energy, regardless of how slow you're moving, there's only one speed for a jump.

- Sid

 

The Book of the Sword, Part One: Forte versus debole.

 

Last night I attended my first longsword class at Academie Duello, and found it to be a mixed experience, to be honest.

I've signed up for eight evening classes, one hour every Tuesday and Thursday evenings for the month of March, which I planned as a substitute for my normal visits to the gym on those nights. As requested, I arrived a bit early for the class in order to receive a quick orientation on the simple student login process and the setup of the studio. The exercise space is divided into larger and smaller practice floors by sword and fencing mask storage racks, with a small retail area near the front and a museum display along one wall.

While I was waiting for our session to start, I watched the students in a rapier class dueling each other, and I was surprised to see that muscle doesn't seem to play a large part in the duels. I would expect the duelists to forcefully push their opponent's blade out of line to either block an attack or to create an opening, but that doesn't seem to be happening.

I mentioned this to our instructor Miguel, who pointed out that it doesn't take a lot of effort to hurt someone with a sharpened steel weapon - apparently it only takes four pounds of pressure to pierce the skin. I can't argue with that, but I still feel that muscle has to have some application in the process.

The evening begins with a lesson on our weapon of choice. The longswords that we're using are in the style from the 14th to 16th century, about 40 inches long, with a 30 inch blade length and a simple crossguard. They're designed to be used with a two-handed grip, with the left hand on the pommel of the sword, rather than snug to the right hand on the hilt, in order to provide leverage and control. The school follows the Italianate model of swordplay, and as such all the terminology is Italian - the stronger part of the blade is the forte, or strong, the part near the point is the weak, the debole.

It's interesting to learn the techniques and the language used to describe them. There's a kind of poetry to the names of the moves: posta di donna, "the woman's guard";  the "boar's tooth" or dente di zenghiaro; porta di ferro, the "iron door" and so on, and watching the instructor do demonstrations shows a nuanced and graceful style.

It's a bit more challenging to try the exercises in person - not so much due to the complexity of the moves, but simply because it's extremely difficult not to mirror the instructor and do everything backwards. I also recognize that these are the building blocks of a martial art - stances, strikes, and blocks - but right now they're just disconnected fragments, which is a bit confusing. It may help when we go further down the path of blending the moves.

However, it's frustrating as well. By its very nature, fighting with swords requires an opponent, and, sadly, once again I'm the odd man out at the party, as with my ballroom dance classes many years ago in Toronto. I'm in a class of five with two couples, both of whom had one partner buy the sessions as a gift for the other.* The instructor had me working with one of the couples as a trio last night, but I feel more than a little self-conscious about interfering in their shared experience.

It's also not really a substitute for gym workouts, at least at this level - the only time I breath heavily is when I run to catch the Number 7 bus for my trip home.

However, early days, and I'm certainly not going to drop out of the class, but I'm hoping to feel a little less like a fifth wheel as we move forward. That being said, if I had one piece of advice for someone taking the course, I'd recommend that they go with a sparring partner.

- Sid

* I texted my wife Karli to confess that I had never thought to invite her, and she was kind enough to reply that it had never occurred to her that she might want to attend.

Fan Boy.

 

Many years ago, someone suggested to me that I should mention something about my personal life on my resume. After a little thought, I cautiously added the following:

PERSONAL INTERESTS

• Science Fiction
• Military History *

I can't honestly say that this has had any overt effect on being hired since then, but I did once have an job interviewer say to me, in the same conspiratorial tone of voice that one would use to discuss a shared interest in latex or lingerie, "So, science fiction....do you go to...conventions????"

In response, I laughed a bit, and said, "No, never, I'm not that kind of a fan."

Which is quite true. I know a few people who have similar interests to my own, but for the most part my fandom has been a private activity.**  I'm also enough of an introvert that I'm not a huge fan of crowds, and as such, I've always viewed conventions and so forth as being a bit too busy for my tastes.  Nonetheless, last Saturday I found myself picking out a suitable t-shirt for an experimental visit to the second day of Fan Expo Vancouver.

After all, conventions have become the great public face of fandom and should be recognized as such. The first World Science Fiction Convention was held in New York in 1939, with a classic guest list from the Golden Age of science fiction: Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Jack Williamson, John W. Campbell, Hannes Bok, E. E. "Doc" Smith, L. Sprague de Camp, and so on. (It also featured the first example of cosplay - legendary fan Forrest J. Ackerman and his partner Myrtle R. Douglas wore "futuristicostumes" that she had designed and created for the gathering.)

The current standard for conventions is the San Diego Comic-Con, which started with a modest 300 attendees at its debut in 1970, but has since grown to over 200,000 attendees in 2018, with New York Comic-Con pulling in similar numbers on the East Coast.  I really don't think I'd be comfortable participating in an event on that scale, making the expected 30,000 guests for the 2019 Fan Expo look like a much more approachable option for a neophyte like myself.

My final t-shirt choice for the show is my lenticular Astroboy souvenir shirt from our 2015 trip to Japan.  It's apparently a good choice, based on the handful of compliments and comments that it garners from random people in the convention crowd once I'm on site. 

 

I arrive around lunch, at which time the con floor space is not terribly crowded (to my mild relief).  For a small show, they've done all right for guests - for old school fans there's George Takei and Billy Dee Williams representing the Star Trek/Star Wars camps, and Cary Elwes and Wallace Shawn from The Princess Bride. The balance of the theatrical guests relies heavily on the number of television shows being shot locally, with representatives from Riverdale, Arrow, Flash, and Supergirl.  Coming in from further afield we also have Bruce Wayne and Alfred from Gotham - David Mazouz and Sean Pertwee - Pom Klementieff from The Guardians of the Galaxy, and Khary Payton (King Ezekiel in The Walking Dead, as well as voice acting for Big Hero 6 and Teen Titans).

Other attractions include the usual Artist's Alley area for comic creators - I've been out the market for quite a while but I recognize a few names:  Arthur Suydam, Ty Templeton, Arthur Adams, and Steve Englehart, legendary for his work on Batman with Marshall Rogers in the 70s. (My friend Christi*** had the good fortune to walk away with an original Ty Templeton drawing from one of the Sketch-Offs between artists.)

The cosplay crowd is represented by the famous 501st Legion of Imperial Stormtroopers, along with the Mandalorian Mercs and the Falcon Base Rebel Legion, and some individual cosplayers such as Oshley Cosplay, Evilyn13, and Cherry Amaru. The 502st Legion is accompanied by a remote controlled R2-D2, which gets a lot of attention as it wanders the floor.

 

There's also a pretty good selection of cosplay on the part of the attendees. Right in front of me when I enter is a very well done classic Time Lord costume from Doctor Who, and as I wander through the retail area there are a lot of anime characters, an excellent Ghostbuster, an eight-foot tall Bumblebee from Transformers, a wide range of game-derived costumes, and easily a dozen Harley Quinns - for future reference, please be careful with those giant wooden mallets, ladies!

Some of the costume references are quite obscure - until I noticed the TV set in Viking gear, I didn't realize that the green-faced woman with wizard's hat and six-foot tall wand was Dot Matrix from the computer animated Reboot! series. (The TV is named Mike, not that it's important.)  It's safe to say that you're mining a very narrow vein of fandom if you wear a costume that appeared in a single episode**** of a show from 1994.

The booths cover the expected range of broad geek shopping categories:  comics, weapons, toys, clothing and art, along with a few unexpected items that you probably never thought you'd need (Imperial AT-AT planters, anyone?) 

 

I don't leave the show empty-handed, although Star Wars planters don't make the cut. The Canadian Comics booth has a number of attractive deals, and after browsing through several boxes of half-price graphic novels and omnibus collections, I select a Captain Canuck Compendium and a DC New 52 collection of Dial H for Hero, written by science fiction/fantasy author China Miéville, whose surrealistic style should make for interesting reading. I also buy a souvenir shopping bag, because really, you should always get at least one piece of show schwag - and I don't really need any more t-shirts.

Overall, I would have to say that it was an interesting experience, but unless they had someone on the guest list that I desperately wanted to meet in person, I probably wouldn't go again.  It's not that I found any problems with the event, it was well organized with a good selection of guests for a small show, but ultimately I'm more at home at home, where I can peacefully browse shopping opportunities and science fiction updates online.

I guess it's true - I'm really just not that kind of a fan.

- Sid

* The science fiction part has gotten a comment or two, but NO ONE has ever asked me about military history - why does no one want my opinion on how the Russian T-34 was the game changer in WWII tank design?

** Says the man with 816 posts about his hobby on the internet.

*** Yes, her insignia is on the wrong side, but let's not be picky about this.  (In her defense, the dress itself appears to be mirror reversed - the wide part of the collar should be on the left.)

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