Yesterday was the the 60th anniversary of whatever the hell happened at Roswell, New Mexico, on July 8, 1947. UFO crash? Weather balloon down? Who knows? It’s weird that we commemorate the date not of the actual incident but of the day the Army in Roswell issued a press release about the debris from a “flying disc” it had recovered a couple of weeks earlier... which is the same day it almost immediately issued another press release denying it. Or maybe it’s not so weird. Maybe that day marks the beginning of our collective culture being defined not by fact but by spin.
Fifty thousand people got into the spin this past weekend at the Amazing Roswell UFO Festival, and the story is still spinning, with the recent “news” that a “deathbed confession” by one of the participants of the 1947 events supposedly confirms the “tiny dead ET corpses” aspect of the tale. *yawn* I will believe when a spaceship (the TARDIS, pretty please) lands at the UN, or in Trafalgar Square, or outside the Kremlin. Summer is UFO season, supposedly, so keep your eyes peeled. Could be the aliens are already here, spying on us -- Whitley Strieber thinks so, or not. It must be a beautiful thing to be so noncommital that you can claim to be right no matter what happens.
Anyway, this is all just in aid of plugging one of my freelance clients, Cosimo, the boutique publisher I work for when I’m not reviewing movies or analyzing geek culture. Those there’s plenty geeky at Cosimo too, actually, like the fact that more than one of our authors were speaking at the Roswell conference this weekend. If you want to check out the state of UFOlogy in the 21st century, try Greg Bishop and Adam Gorightly and Nick Redfern. And then go buy some of their books on Roswell, government coverups of UFOs, conspiracy culture, and more.