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These captivating and surreal photographs capture a range of moods in various other-worldly northern lands. Three contemporary photographers revisti places throughout Central Asia photographed by Johannes Gabriel (J.G.) Crano, a Finnish scientist and explorer, between 1902 and 1916. While Grano’s photographs show majestic environments relatively undisturbed by his species, his modern successors encounter great changes; the juxtaposition reveals connections between art, science, and nature in images of a changing world. Stunning black and white seascapes by Taneli Eskola, scenes of destruction (a dam, a strip mine) by Jorma Puranen, and farmyard photography by Pentii Sammallahti, in which the animals seem to tell wry jokes to the camera, pay homage to the world that was, while recording the world as it is now. 216 21st Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-624-7530

Ford has led a most interesting life, even by the inflated standards of a profession where outrageous biographies are as common as dust jacket hyperbole. He’s been a high school baseball coach, an editor at American Druggist, and a sportswriter. Then there’s his fiction, which has garnered enough critical hosannas and awards (his 1995 novel Independence Day was the first book ever to win both the Pulitzer Prize and the PEN/Faulkner Award) that Ford could be forgiven for kicking back a little. Why not ride out the backstretch of his career by working the lecture circuit, teaching in MFA programs, and floating the occasional short story? It might seem like that’s what Ford’s been doing since he hit pay dirt, but he’s always been a methodical writer and something of a restless character. He has lived in fourteen U.S. states and France and Mexico, which is perhaps fitting for a man who spent part of his childhood living in his grandfather’s hotel. That footloose strain runs through all of Ford’s fiction, whether he’s writing about shiftless characters in Montana or Frank Bascombe, the beleaguered suburban hero of Ford’s best known novels, The Sportswriter and Independence Day. And time and again, it seems as if his characters come face-to-face with some version of Bascombe’s famous and troubling revelation, “There are no transcendent themes in life.” Adath Jeshurun Congregation, 10500 Hillside Lane W., Minnetonka; 952-847-8637

Bobbie Ann Mason’s straightforward, observant writing about the plain folks of rural Kentucky has generated comparisons to Raymond Carver. Like Carver, her characters are everyday non-heroes, such as a Vietnam veteran suffering from Agent Orange-related problems (In Country) and a truck driver with a road-related leg injury (Shiloh and Other Stories). Clearly, she’s got a tender spot for guys who’ve been dealt a raw deal in life: Atomic Romance, her first novel in ten years, follows a third-generation worker at a uranium-enrichment plant who comes to realize the company that he’s devoted his life to (and lost his father to, in a plant disaster) may not have his best interests at heart. But Mason does; she’s set him up with a swell girlfriend and enough smarts to concoct an inspired way out. 3225 W. 69th St., Edina; 952-920-0633; www.bn.com

Watching other people eat revolting things has become a new spectator sport in our reality TV culture. Perhaps this replaces earlier entertainments like gladiator fights and public hangings, thereby satisfying some primal desire to watch others suffer. Of course, these days everyone gets to go home at the end of the show–sometimes with money. Elliot Hester eats gross things not for prizes but for fun. Or something like that. On his continuous international jaunts around the globe (his Plane Insanity recounts his often miserable experiences working as a flight attendant), he visits some of the most un-tourist-friendly countries in the world; this book chronicles his gustatory adventures in fifty nations whose citizens view insects, pets, and innards a little differently than we do.

Besides being pals with Tori Amos, Neil Gaiman has worked with Douglas Adams on his companion to A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, created the enormously successful Sandman comic book series, and written for children (Coraline), the silver screen (Beowulf, in production by Robert Zemeckis), and fantasy-horror fans (American Gods). And he dwells among us, right here in St. Louis Park. Gaiman’s elegant, slightly highbrow writing is made addictive by his wicked sense of humor, and his ease in goosing the flat world we live in with characters who hail from entirely different universes. In Anansi Boys, a boring office worker saddled with a cruel name by his father discovers that dead old dad was actually an African trickster god, one with the power to do much more than embarrass his son.

Jonathan Safran Foer’s first novel made him the darling and the whipping boy of the literary world. Brilliant and pretentious, and at times completely impenetrable, the book chronicled the adventures of a geekish young collector of family ephemera named Jonathan Safran Foer (pure coincidence, of course) who travels through the Ukraine in search of the woman who saved his grandfather from the Nazis during World War II. Guided only with a photograph and a companionable if bizarre translator, the miserable Foer blunders along doggedly, bothering everyone in his path and picking up new doodads for his collection–items valuable only to him, which are displayed in plastic bags covering a monumental wall. Elijah Wood borrows Harry Potter’s glasses to play Foer, making him look like more of an artifact than anything he encounters in the Old World.

One day, when Mike Watt was thirteen, he was standing under a tree when D. Boon fell out of it and landed on him. Thus began one of rock’s great friendships and collaborations. With George Hurley, they formed the Minutemen, a pioneering punk band that lifted motifs from all over the musical spectrum, took its fire from the politics of the eighties, and blasted its tunes out at a Ramones-like pace of sixty or so an hour. For five years, the Southern California trio made some of punkÕs most memorable music (“Corona” is featured in the intro for MTV’s Jackass), and then Boon was killed in a car accident. This documentary gathers television appearances, concert footage, and dozens of interviews with friends and punk rock heroes, including some painful reminiscing by Watt, who’s never gotten over losing his best friend.

Dead people? Check. Black humor? Check. Johnny Depp? Check. Yep, it’s another Tim Burton film, and this one’s a love story. A young man on his way to his wedding stops to practice his wedding vows. He puts a wedding ring on a stick poking out of the ground, and waxes eloquent upon it. Turns out the stick is the desiccated finger of a murdered girl, who rises from the grave demanding to start her new life as a wife, to the horror of her poor groom. Set in nineteenth century Europe and rendered in the same stylized, sensual live animation Burton used for Nightmare Before Christmas, this warm, funny, and macabre film is visually stunning. Kudos to Burton; no one else can get the dead to get up and dance quite like this guy can.

The Heights is one of the things we love about these cities: It regularly screens silent black and white classics accompanied by a live Wurlitzer organ, just the way your great-granny saw them. Even the folks at the Heights have to agree that sound was a pretty great invention, though, and to celebrate seventy-five years of talkies, they are screening a dozen vintage Vitaphone short films from the twenties. After a break for boxed lunches and movie games, they’ll wrap up the evening with a showing of Follow Through, a Technicolor musical that originally showed at the Heights in 1930. By the way, Vitaphone, a recorded disc played at 33 rpms in sync with the film, was the first cinematic sound process. 3951 Central Ave N.E., Columbia Heights; 763-788-9079; www.heightstheater.com

Short and googly-eyed, cackling and sniveling, Bela Lugosi played the perfect piteous wretch in some of the greatest horror films ever made. He became a distinctively dank and unseemly type, one with no modern equivalent, not even Tom Cruise. Although he is best remembered for acting as sidekick to more commanding actors like Boris Karloff and Gene Wilder, early in his career Lugosi played dashing leading men with good posture, including Dracula. This set collects five films from the thirties and forties that showcase the work of this early and elegant Lugosi: Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Black Cat, The Raven, The Invisible Ray, and Black Friday. Boasting quality writing and noirish cinematography, these Universal films are hallmarks of the horror genre.