Catapult: Harry and I Build a Siege Weapon

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Summary: no weird obsession with ancient weapons is required
Review: ...

In this book, Jim Paul too is fascinated by catapults and by the concept of throwing stones for great distances. He wangles some grant money, recruits his friend Harry and together they build a working catapult & hurl stones off of a cliff in Marin County. Interspersed with the true story of their project are vignettes from the history of the catapult and siege engines ranging from Biblical Times to Edward "Hammer of the Scots".

I loved it and I don't think a weird obsession with ancient weapons is required.

GRADE: B

Rating:
Summary: no weird obsession with ancient weapons is required
Review: ...

In this book, Jim Paul too is fascinated by catapults and by the concept of throwing stones for great distances. He wangles some grant money, recruits his friend Harry and together they build a working catapult & hurl stones off of a cliff in Marin County. Interspersed with the true story of their project are vignettes from the history of the catapult and siege engines ranging from Biblical Times to Edward "Hammer of the Scots".

I loved it and I don't think a weird obsession with ancient weapons is required.

GRADE: B

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Summary: the fine art of obsession
Review: I read this book when it first came out in 1991, which was before medieval siege weapons had become trendy. When the crew on Northern Exposure launched a piano, I wondered if somebody had read Jim Paul's book. When I discovered that PBS was doing a special on trebuchets, I looked this book up to see if it was still in print. Paul must have influenced these other experimenters.

This is a guy's book. It is about a quest; the noble search to do something completely useless and extravagent. The journey is the reward. The book was educational, but that isn't its purpose--it certainly isn't an instruction book for Society members looking for accessories for their costume. This is about doing something so old that it is new, on a scale that seems impossible for two individuals. This is an adventure, and it was a privilege to share it with Jim and Harry.

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Summary: A COMPLETE WASTE OF PAPER!
Review: I was excited to start reading this book. I thought it would be about 2 eccentric people trying to build an actual catapult. with primative materials. Sadly it is not. It is about two guys with nothing better to do than play with scrap metal. Sadly also, the writing tends to drone on page after page about such exciting topics as spring steel and cutting torches. Don't waste your time, I wish I hadn't.

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Summary: An unappealing principal character, and a lot of filler
Review: Jim Paul found a cool rock, a piece of Red Creek quartzite some two and a half billion years old, and the heft of the thing suggested a project to him: building a catapult. So he talked his friend Harry into helping him build one, and he talked the director of the Headlands Center for the Arts into giving him $500 toward the expense of its construction. Building the catapult and firing it, he evidently claimed in his proposal to the director, "would be a way of reliving the thought and action of the army men who had lived out there in the Headlands [where Paul proposed to fire the weapon]." Harry and he would be "recapitulating the development of weapons technology, putting on the mask of the weapon-maker. It would be a Conceptual Reconstruction." For some reason, the Center bought this claim of catapult building as art and handed the author a check. But taking this money imposed certain obligations on Paul, who now had a deadline to work under and a public talk to give after he'd fired the thing. Paul's book tells the story of the catapult's construction and firing, and of the presentation with which his relationship with the catapult was concluded. After the talk the machine was disassembled and put on a scrap heap.

Paul may have come up with the idea of building the catapult, but that seems to have been the extent of his intellectual contribution to the machine's construction. His friend Harry, a man with considerable mechanical sense, figured out how to build the weapon. Paul got the money, and he went out to pick up Chinese food when necessary, and he apparently read up on catapult history. As part of his research he even looked up the word "spring" in the Oxford English Dictionary. The next morning, armed with his new-found etymological expertise, Paul went off, sans Harry, and bought springs for the catapult--wholly inadequate springs for which he was overcharged, and which he purchased without any apparent consideration of the weapon's requirements.

The author's foolishness in this instance is one among a number of reasons that he--or the persona he adopts for the book--is an unappealing figure. There is also Paul's disingenuous bid for grant money, his attempt to make Harry contribute to the project financially, his flippant attitude toward his promises and obligations to the Center, the fact that he made a habit of throwing tantrums on golf courses when he was fourteen, and--potentially worst of all--his careless firing of the catapult without first surveying the target area. As he and Harry later discovered, their ammunition fell not in the San Francisco Bay, but on the beach, very near where sunbathers regularly lie out in the nude.

The book has other problems in addition to its principal character's questionable likeability. It contains illustrations, but they are wholly inadequate. Without decent drawings or photographs of the catapult at every stage of its construction, it is difficult to follow the author's discussions of the machine's various parts. More importantly, much of the book comes across as filler. The bare bones story of the catapult's construction could not sustain a book-length narrative--even with the page and a half spent on the protagonists' purchase of gloves:

"I picked up another pair of the same kind, and we tried them on. They were nice, soft, yellowish split pigskin--the toughest hide you can get, Harry said. They had a short nap like suede, three neat seams down the back of the hand, and reinforced thumbs. We both liked them. We paid for the gloves when we rented the comealong, and pulled the tags off them as soon as they were ours. We stopped in the parking lot to put them on, stretching our fingers inside them and punching our palms to break them in."

And even after the two and a half pages about Paul's trip to pick up Chinese food for dinner, something he proposed doing after, as he explains for a paragraph, he found himself with nothing to say to Harry and Harry's wife and brother-in-law. More filler was needed, and so we have numerous chapters inserted into the narrative--chapters about Bessemer and the history of steel-making, about the Roman siege of Jerusalem in the first century A.D. (it involved a catapult!), about Paul golfing with his father in his youth (hence those times when he would "stalk back to the clubhouse in tears"), about the Los Alamos project and, in yet another irrelevant chapter, about the post-War life of Frank Oppenheimer. In theory, a story that strays off-course at times to encompass interesting anecdotes only tangentially related to the main narrative is, as Martha Stewart might say, a good thing. But this peripheral information ought to arise naturally from the surrounding narrative. Paul's material just sits there, looking very much like something he foisted upon the book to add to its word count.

Indeed, one has the uncomfortable sense that Paul put this book together in the same spirit that he put his proposal to the Headlands Center for the Arts together, throwing in willy-nilly whatever he could think of to make the final product acceptable to its judges, and perhaps recognizing all the while that he was a little naughtily trying to get away with something.

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Summary: Not technical enough
Review: The neat premise of two friends building a catapult caught my attention, unfortunately the actual book wasn't as successful. The whole idea of two middle-aged, San Francisco area men getting grant money to build a working catapult sounds interesting, no? As it turns out, not really. The actual construction is poorly explained, I would have liked diagrams showing each piece, as it stands, I never really completely understood what he was talking about. There is a fair amount of boring detailing of the two friends coping with normal life and high and low points in their friendship. In order to add some bulk to the book, the author has added chapters here and there about technology and war. It is these which prove the most enlightening and interesting to read--however, I am sure there are texts better suited to covering the relationship between technology and war.

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Summary: Catapult book a disappointment
Review: This book had more then it's share of flashbacks to the ancient days of Rome and was slightly painful to finish.

The story follows two friends in building a home made Catapult, but the trials of finishing the thing makes the reader want to give up before the first three chapters.

Thumbs down on this one.

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Summary: "We Left our Rock in San Francisco"
Review: This is NOT intended as a "technical" handbook on making catapults: If that's your thing, you should probably try to find the equivalent of "Medieval Soldiers of Fortune." Nor is it a popular mechanics book primarily for men; just as fine arts are not, of course, just for women.

Instead, it is a book about two men who build an anachonism, and have fun while doing it. Inspired by a Scientific American volume, delving into ancient and contemporary history (they meet the inventor of the "Ozzy Osbourne Liver Launcher," a catapult designed to fling cow organs into the audience, but which, in its beta version, splattered security personnel on stage) they recount the difficulties of recreating a centuries-old weapon without DOD funding (although they succeed in winning a $500 grant from a local Arts Center "to observe the impulse to shoot a catapult").

The authors describe the catapult's history, with notes on the development, historical use, and mechanics of other weapons. All of this is interesting, but is not the heart of the book: How two contemporary adults--with the vague and unencumbered fascination of the naive--transcend limited mechanical and material resources and build something transcendent and personal, both art and science. Self-indulgent? Perhaps. But clear, plain writing and a nice eye for detail make this entertaining and unusual story work.