Were the elections for the 2012 House of Representatives gerrymandered?

After the US election, there was much comment on the fact that the Democrats had outpolled the Republicans in the elections for the House of Representatives, by 49% to 48.2%, but ended up with a significant minority of the seats, 201 to 234. The question is, was this achieved by gerrymandering? I've been browsing through the data provided by the Guardian to make up my own mind.

It's not all that unusual for results in a tight two-party race to be perverse, ie for the losing party in votes to win more seats. Well-known examples include the 2000 US Presidential vote, the first 1974 British election, the 1951 British election and (for us STV fans) the 1981 election in Malta. It is unusual for such a tight race to deliver a seat benefit to the losing party, and that is worth investigating further.

First of all, we should be clear that not all 435 seats were contested in a straight fight between Republicans and Democrats. 21 seats had only one candidate, and another 24 saw only one of the two main parties represented. Had there been a contest in every seat, the Democrats would I think still have been ahead in the national vote total, but even more narrowly, and of course it's a reasonable assumption that the seat total would have been the same. The proposition that the overall result did not really reflect the will of the voters survives the hypothetical challenge that too many seats were uncontested to tell, since the uncontested seats were fairly evenly split (25 Republicans, 20 Democrats). Having said which, 10% of seats being uncontested is not really a sign of a healthy democracy.

Looking at the 410 seats that were contested between the two parties, it becomes clear that there is some systematic disadvantage for the Democrats somewhere. In the 191 seats where they beat the Republicans, they averaged 67% of the vote; Republicans averaged only 61% of the vote in the 209 seats where they beat the Democrats. In other words, more Democrat votes were in areas where they had a large majority, and more Republican votes were in areas where they were comfortably smeared out to just beat the Democrats. On a uniform swing from this year's results, Democrats will need to lead the Republicans by more than 7% nationwide to win a majority in the House, which is a pretty colossal differential (and very unlikely to be achieved in 2014, given the tradition of mid-term swings against the White House).

The question is, to what extent is this an imbalance inevitable consequence of the geographical concentration of Democratic voters, and to what extent is it the result of human design? There are seven states where human design for the House is irrelevant because they elect only one representative (two Democrats and five Republicans). Looking at the other 43 states, there were 23 where Republicans got more votes and 20 where Democrats got more votes as a total in the state House races. Since the electoral districts are designed separately by each state (there is a handy table of procedures here) it's not all that surprising that the 23 states where Republicans won should over-deliver Representatives for the GOP, and that this has a greater effect than the 20 states which the Democrats won. However, the margin of the GOP victory remains surprising.

What is a bit more surprising is that there were five states where the 'wrong' party won, where despite winning fewer votes the party in question won more seats. They were Arizona, Michigan, North Carolina, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin.

In Arizona Democrats won 5 seats and Republicans 4, despite being behind by 43% to 53%, on boundaries drawn by a bipartisan independent commission.

In the other four states, Republicans controlled the redistricting process.

Wisconsin voted very narrowly for the Democrats, by 50.5% to 49.0%, but Republicans won 5 seats to the Dems' three. That is possibly a fluke which cancels out Arizona.

In Michigan, Democrats won 50,9% and Republicans 45,6%, but the GOP won 9 seats to the Dems' 5.
In North Carolina, Democrats won 50,6% and Republicans 48,9%, but the GOP won 9 seats to the Dems' 4.
In Pennsylvania, Democrats won 50,2% and Republicans 48,9%, but the GOP won 13 seats to the Dems' 5.

In those last three states, where the Republican control of redistricting delivered a large majority of congressional delegates despite a majority vote for the Democrats, the GOP won 31 seats and the Democrats 14, a difference of 17; that accounts for more than half of the congressional majority of 33 right away.

Republicans were also able to draw the boundaries to deliver a bigger majority of seats than their vote share would have indicated in Georgia, Indiana, South Carolina, Virginia, Texas, Florida and Ohio, and got clean sweeps of the nine congressional seats from Oklahoma and Kansas with vote shares in the lower 60s in each state. Against this one must set New Hampshire, where despite full Republican control of the process the Democrats won both seats by slender margins. One should also consider the states where Democrats controlled the process: they won all seven seats in Massachusetts on two thirds of the vote, and Illinois and Maryland both over-delivered on a substantial Democratic majority of the popular vote. However West Virginia returned two out of three Republicans, and Arkansas four out of four, suggesting that for whatever reason no successful gerrymander was implemented there by the Democrats.

I come away from this exercise not completely convinced that the Republicans owe their majority in the House to systematic gerrymandering, but that it certainly accounts for more than half of it, possibly much more. When you have a single-seat electoral system, it's not unusual even for fairly drawn seats to lead to a systematic imbalance in favour of (or more often against) particular parties. The creeping increase of constituencies in Wales, with consequent benefits for Labour, is my favourite example of this. However it is actually on the record that the seats in almost half of the 50 states are not fairly drawn, but designed for partisan advantage.

Just because gerrymandering may not have the decisive factor in the unequal outcome in the House vote doesn't mean it isn't a problem. I think it is a problem that gerrymandering is institutionalised; I think it is a problem that one race in ten is not contested by both major parties; and I think it is a problem if the election results fail to reflect the will of the voters.

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Protect and Survive; Black and White; Gods and Monsters; Project: Nirvana

Big Finish produced a very strong trio of Seventh Doctor plays earlier this year, featuring Sophie Aldred as Ace, Philip Olivier as Hex and a little bit of Sylvester McCoy (his availability has been limited due to filming The Hobbit in New Zealand). Each of the three takes a particular text as its basis, but I think they are all accessible even if you have not read the texts in question (which are, in order, When The Wind Blows, Raymond Briggs’ classic graphic novel of nuclear war; BeowulfThe Curse of Fenric). They are not as accessible individually, and the three stories really need to be listened to together, and also it helps but is less necessary to have some inkling of the back-story of audio companion Hex, for whom this is a valedictory sequence of plays. An associated Companion Chronicle, Project: Nirvana, gives us some back-story for two of the other characters.

Protect and Survive, by Jonathan Morris, brings Ace and Hex (the Doctor mysteriously absent) to 1980s Britain where they encounter an elderly couple (marvellously played by Ian Hogg and Elizabeth Bennett) building a fallout shelter in anticipation of nuclear war. Our time travellers know, of course, that there was no global nuclear war in 1989, and are therefore astonished when the bombs duly fall at the end of the first episode. From there on we appear to be in Raymond Briggs territory, awfully familiar for those of us who remember the 1980s, except that of course there is a lot more really going on than has first appeared, with time loops, Elder Gods and the Seventh Doctor at his most manipulative. Even when the wrenching narrative has been resolved, there is then a surprise twist at the end leading us into the next story. (Oddly enough the BBC produced an Eleventh Doctor audio about a 1980s nuclear war at almost the same time as Big Finish released Protect and Survive, but it is not as good.)

In Black and White, relative newcomer Matt Fitton brings Ace and Hex, and new fellow travellers Lysandra Aristides (Maggie O’Neill) and Sally Morgan (Amy Pemberton), who have both appeared separately in previous BF plays, to the mysterious land inhabited by Beowulf – at two different time periods corresponding to the two different phases of the poem. Fitton doesn’t stick religiously to the original’s narrative sequence but it gives him a framework for an excellent story, with standout performances from Sophie Aldred in particular and also from Stuart Milligan, who played Richard Nixon on TV Who last year but here plays a wonderfully camp alien called Garundel. There’s lots of timey-wimey stuff going on, and one can’t really say much more about it without spoilers, but it’s really very clever and well done.

Finally, Gods and Monsters, by Mike Maddox and the usually reliable Alan Barnes, rounds off not only this trilogy but several different strands of Seventh Doctor continuity from Big Finish and the TV stories, with the Doctor and his four companions finding themselves interacting with Fenric on a massive mystical chessboard, where they encounter Wayland/Volund the smith of the gods, Hurmzid (sic – presumably Hormizd was meant), son of the Persian Emperor Shapur I, and loads of Haemovores and Elder Gods. I found it satisfying but not superb. The writing is epic and the cast rise to the occasion, especially Philip Olivier in what we must assume is his last regular performance as Hex for BF; but there is if anything a little too much crammed in, with as a result some fairly important bits being rushed – for instance, I only worked out what happened to Hurmzid on the third time of listening. Having said which, it’s unusual for me to eagerly listen again to a BF play to work out what was going on. It’s a decent conclusion to the trilogy, and is just slightly overshadowed by the previous two stories.

Alongside these three, BF also released Project: Nirvana, a Companion Chronicle by Cavan Scott and Mark Wright, which gives us some of the backstory of Aristides and Morgan engaging in a raid on behalf of the Doctor which turns into complex timey-wimey stuff. I still bristle a bit at the Companion Chronicles being used as a vehicle to support other bits of BF continuity rather than their original purpose, which was to do stories about those Doctors who were not available or willing to perform using their companions instead, but I guess that argument is lost. I also found Project: Nirvana a bit annoying in the way it switched between drama format and narrated story format, and the timey-wimey stuff meant I sometimes wasn’t sure which version of which character was speaking. (And one other minor whinge is that the eastern European geography didn’t really check out.) It’s decent enough, but really only for completists who have already listened to the main trilogy.

To summarise, this trilogy is one of the strongest sequences of stories BF have done for some time; I should also have said that the soundscapes of nuclear war, Beowulf’s swamps, and Fenric’s chessboard are tremendously well realised. But I don’t think they are a particularly good gateway into the BF audios; this particular sequence really starts as far back as the 2001 Sixth Doctor audio Project: Destiny, also by Cavan Scott and Mark Wright, and while I imagine the new listener who had only seen the McCoy/Aldred TV stories might just about make sense of it, it is really more of a reward for us long-term BF fans.

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Links I found interesting for 18-11-2012

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November Books 10) Revise the World, by Brenda W. Clough

A few years back I very much enjoyed Brenda Clough's two short stories about the revival of Captain Oates, of Scott's Antarctic expedition, by researchers in 2045, and when I bumped into her last weekend at PhilCon I made sure to let her know. Oh, she said, did you realise that I adapted them into a full-length novel, available online? Oh, I said, I didn't, and went off to download it.

My memory has faded of the details of the previously published stories, which you may not have read anyway, so I can't really detail the changes. The novel as it is now takes Oates through his culture shock at the gender and ethnic emancipation of the twenty-first century, through a passionate love affair and then a daring rescue of his lover from an alien planet. It is actually much better than that makes it sound, with Clough's memorable depiction of Oates as fish-out-of-water the best part of the book, though her alien intelligence is unusual and memorable also.

I did wonder whether Oates could have been as emotionally inexperienced as Clough depicted him. He died on or about his 32nd birthday, having fought in the Boer War, and it seems rather improbable that he had never encountered female intimacy beforehand. Recent research suggests a very different, much more sordid story though with admittedly little evidence. Of course, Clough's story is about her imagined Oates rather than a historical reconstruction; and my own family of that generation had plenty of British army officers of that age who married late or not at all – my own grandfather, born like Oates in 1880, and who fought also like Oates in the Boer War (though had the dubious pleasure of living on to fight again at Gallipoli) met and married my grandmother at the age of 47; only two of his eight brothers ever got hitched, as far as we know, though several others survived to adulthood.

It's a bit surprising that no paper publisher has picked up on Revise the World. Thanks to the internets it is available from Book View Cafe here. I'm also sorry that Clough didn't keep the excellent title of the original Hugo- and Nebula-shortlisted novella, "May Be Some Time", for the novel-length expansion. It is a book that deserved to be better known.

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Links I found interesting for 17-11-2012

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Doctor Who books of November

These are the Doctor Who books that I have read in the month of November, each year since I started bookblogging:

2005
(8th Doctor, EDA) Genocide, by Paul Leonard
(8th Doctor, NA) The Dying Days, by Lance Parkin

2006
(1st Doctor, nov) Doctor Who – The Reign of Terror, by Ian Marter
(1st Doctor, nov) Doctor Who – The Rescue, by Ian Marter
(2nd Doctor, nov) Doctor Who and the Enemy of the World, by Ian Marter
(2nd Doctor, nov) Doctor Who – The Dominators, by Ian Marter
(2nd Doctor, nov) Doctor Who – The Invasion, by Ian Marter
(4th Doctor, nov) Doctor Who and the Ark in Space, by Ian Marter
(4th Doctor, nov) Doctor Who and the Sontaran Experiment, by Ian Marter
(4th Doctor, MA) Evolution, by John Peel
(4th Doctor, nov) Doctor Who and the Ribos Operation, by Ian Marter
(5th Doctor, nov) Doctor Who – Earthshock, by Ian Marter
(9th Doctor, NSA) The Clockwise Man, by Justin Richards
(9th Doctor, NSA) The Monsters Inside, by Stephen Cole
(9th Doctor, NSA) The Stealers of Dreams, by Steve Lyons
(Companions) Harry Sullivan's War, by Ian Marter

2008
(1st Doctor, annual) The Doctor Who Annual 1966
(7th Doctor, NA) Theatre of War, by Justin Richards
(8th Doctor, EDA) Interference II, by Laurence Miles
(unofficial) Campaign, by Jim Mortimore

2009
(1st Doctor, script) Farewell Great Macedon, by Moris Farhi
(6th Doctor, MA) Time Of Your Life, by Steve Lyons
(6th Doctor, MA) Millennial Rites, by Craig Hinton
(6th Doctor, PDA) Spiral Scratch, by Gary Russell
(Bernice Summerfield) Beyond The Sun, by Matthew Jones
(Torchwood) Border Princes, by Dan Abnett

2010
(4th and 8th Doctors, PDA) Wolfsbane, by Jacqueline Rayner
(4th Doctor, annual) The Doctor Who Annual 1976
(4th Doctor, MA) System Shock, by Justin Richards
(4th Doctor, annual) Doctor Who Annual 1977
(7th Doctor, NA) Lucifer Rising, by Andy Lane and Jim Mortimore
(7th Doctor, NA) White Darkness, by David McIntee
(8th Doctor, EDA) Placebo Effect, by Gary Russell
(11th Doctor, NSA) The Coming of the Terraphiles, by Michael Moorcock

2011
(2nd Doctor, PDA) Dreams of Empire, by Justin Richards
(2nd Doctor, script) The Prison In Space, by Dick Sharples, ed. Richard Bignell
(8th Doctor, EDA) Autumn Mist, by David A. McIntee
(11th Doctor, double) Heart of Stone, by Trevor Baxendale / Death Riders, by Justin Richards
(Torchwood) Pack Animals, by Peter Anghelides

My personal top five from the above list, in the order that I read them:

Doctor Who – The Rescue is the best of Ian Marter's ten Who novelisations and one of the best novelisations full stop. He takes a fairly slight two-part story which was basically a vehicle to introduce a new regular character, and invests it with vastly more detail and context, to make a particularly satisfying read for the range. It was the last book he finished before his death.

Farewell, Great Macedon is an extraordinary story that was never made, which would have brought the original Tardis crew to the deathbed of Alexander the Great. The book also includes a one-episode story of an alien who dies for love of Barbara. Big Finish recently did a decent audio adaptation of both, but the script book has lots of interesting detail.

I've only read two Bernice Summerfield novels, and one of those was before I started bookblogging, so Beyond The Sun stands as an enticement to an entire range of Who books of which I know very little. It's an excellent yarn of alien threat and psychological differences among a small team, perhaps consciously modelled on Colony in Space but an awful lot better.

The Torchwood novels in general were very good; Border Princes was the first I actually read rather than listening to, and I found it a witty and clever reflection on the first season – taking the plot of the Buffy episode Superstar and transferring it to Cardiff.

Finally, to actually include a novel from one of the major runs, I much enjoyed Dreams of Empire which takes the Second Doctor and team to what appears to be the last fortress of a dying Roman-style imperium, though of course it turns out that there is a lot more going on; intricately and engagingly plotted.

Honourable mentions:

The Dying Days, by Lance Parkin
Evolution, by John Peel
The Doctor Who Annual 1966
Campaign, by Jim Mortimore
The Coming of the Terraphiles, by Michael Moorcock

One to skip – the story we should be glad was never made – the misogynistic Prison in Space.

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November Books 9) Goodnight Mister Tom, by Michelle Magorian

A classic children’s novel, and a lovely heart-warming book about a young boy evacuated from an abusive mother in London to the English countryside as war gets under way in 1939, and how he and the widower on whom he is billeted find love, happiness, sadness and personal growth. One more or less knows what is going to happen from the setup, but there were a few unexpected twists, and some lovely lyrical set-pieces towards the end when the main narrative starts to slow down – thinking particularly of the seaside holiday chapter, and the introduction of the new art teacher in the supposedly haunted cottage. A real page-turner as well – I found myself lost in it, without necessarily racing through it. Strongly recommended.

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November Books 8) The Invention of Childhood, by Hugh Cunningham

An attempt to chart society's attitudes to children in Britain from the earliest times to the present day, using literature. archaeology, historical records and of course social policy research for the most recent period. I had a couple of minor frustrations with the framing of Cunningham's analysis – the narrow geographical focus meant that he is comparing British children of a particular historical period largely with British children of other historical periods, and I think it might have been possible to learn from comparison with other countries (the Commonwealth gets a small look-in, but the rest of Europe, including Ireland, does not). And I actually felt he pulled his punches on one of his key arguments, that children should actually be listened to – though this emerges as an important theme of the book, the reasons why children are often not listened to, and why this might be a Bad Thing, are not really explored. 

One tangential statistic which I found interesting – the average marriage age for British women in 1970 was 22! I have done some limited and not terribly systematic research of my own on this and found a fairly but not universally consistent picture of the average marriage age for most women being mid to late twenties (and men a couple of years older) in Europe since the medieval period, so that's a pretty colossal and temporary drop. Of course it was a declaration of independence in many cases. Edited to add: see comments for actual statistics, which tell a different story.

I found myself sympathetic to, but not certain about, Cunningham's conclusions: that childhood itself is becoming eroded as a concept in today's Britain, where overstretched parents do not have the social resources available to them that future previous generations had, and young people often stay living with their parents much later than used to be the case; and that the media coverage of the most egregious criminal cases tends to project the role of impotent victim onto children, rather than actually listening to them, and perhaps this is driven by the wider uncertainty about childhood and parenthood that Cunningham identifies. But I'd have liked some harder facts as well.

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Links I found interesting for 15-11-2012

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November sf (excluding Who)

2003
American Gods, Neil Gaiman
City of Saints and Madmen, Jeff VanderMeer
Floater, Lucius Shepard
Double Star, Robert Heinlein
The Separation, Christopher Priest
Ersatz Nation, Tim Kenyon

2004
Science Fiction: The Best of 2003, ed. Jonathan Strahan and Karen Haber
Missing Man by Katherine MacLean
Year’s Best SF 9, ed. David Hartwell and Kathryn Cramer.

2005
Moving Mars, by Greg Bear
Olympos, by Dan Simmons
A Feast for Crows, by George R.R. Martin
Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett
Lords and Ladies, by Terry Pratchett
Smoke and Mirrors, by Neil Gaiman
Magic for Beginners, by Kelly Link
The Darkness That Comes Before, by R. Scott Bakker
The Wind’s Twelve Quarters, by Ursula K. Le Guin
Counting Heads, by David Marusek

2006
Fantasy: The Best of the Year, 2006 edition, edited by Rich Horton
Science Fiction: The Best of the Year, 2006 edition, edited by Rich Horton
A Game of Thrones, by George R.R. Martin

2007
A Storm of Swords, by George R.R. Martin
The Prestige, by Christopher Priest
Eurotemps, edited by Alec Stewart
Mutiny In Space, by Avram Davidson
The Happy Prince and Other Stories, by Oscar Wilde

2008
The Adventures of Captain Underpants, by Dav Pilkey
Captain Underpants and the Attack of the Talking Toilets, by Dav Pilkey
Captain Underpants and the Invasion of the Incredibly Naughty Cafeteria Ladies from Outer Space (and the Subsequent Assault of the Equally Evil Lunchroom Zombie Nerds), by Dav Pilkey
Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants, by Dav Pilkey
Captain Underpants and the Wrath of the Wicked Wedgie Woman, by Dav Pilkey
Captain Underpants and the Big, Bad Battle of the Bionic Booger Boy, Part 1: The Night of the Naughty Nostril Nuggets, by Dav Pilkey
Captain Underpants and the Big, Bad Battle of the Bionic Booger Boy, Part 2: The Revenge of the Ridiculous Robo-Boogers, by Dav Pilkey
Captain Underpants and the Preposterous Plight of the Purple Potty People, by Dav Pilkey
Year’s Best SF 13, edited by David G. Hartwell and Kathryn Cramer
Science Fiction Hall of Fame: The Greatest Science Fiction Stories of All Time, edited by Robert Silverberg
Heart of Stone, by C.E. Murphy
House of Cards, by C.E. Murphy
Hands of Flame, by C.E. Murphy

2009
Queen City Jazz, by Kathleen Ann Goonan
Invisible Cities, by Italo Calvino
The Pollinators of Eden, by John Boyd
Where Late The Sweet Birds Sang, by Kate Wilhelm
The Swoop, or How Clarence Saved England, by P.G. Wodehouse

2010
The Thunderbirds Bumper Story Book, by Dave Morris
Analog 6, edited by John W. Campbell Jr
The Dervish House, by Ian McDonald
The Book of Lost Tales I, by J.R.R. Tolkien, edited by Christopher Tolkien
Ten Thousand Light-Years From Home, by James Tiptree, Jr.
Utopia, by Thomas More

2011
I Shall Wear Midnight, by Terry Pratchett
The Demon Headmaster, by Gillian Cross
The Treason of Isengard, by J.R.R. Tolkien, ed. Christopher Tolkien
Jurassic Park, by Michael Crichton
Heart of the Sea, by Nora Roberts
A Wizard of Earthsea, by Ursula Le Guin

There are some books here which I mainly remember for how strongly I bounced off them – Ersatz Nation, Olympos, The Darkness That Came Before, The Pollinators of Eden. But there are many more that I thoroughly enjoyed, and my list below has several cases where one book stands for several by the same author. With that in mind, my five most memorable are:

Smoke and Mirrors, by Neil Gaiman – I actually think Gaiman’s talents are best displayed when he is subjected to some external discipline, whether that be a co-author or the constraints of format, which is why I chose this rather than American Gods from the above list. Here he has a set of short stories – some very short indeed – which have lingered in my mind long after the electronic device I read them on stopped functioning, all excellent.

The Wind’s Twelve Quarters, by Ursula Le Guin – again choosing a short story collection rather than A Wizard of Earthsea because I think it shows the author’s early genius at her most versatile, with several literary jewels which have stuck in my mind since I first read this decades ago.

A Game of Thrones, by George R.R. Martin – where to an extent the part stands for the whole, and yet also there’s something particularly impressive about the way the first volume in the series sets us up for so much more to come without losing the reader in the mass of geographical and psychological detail.

The Dervish House, by Ian McDonald – my favourite book by a favourite writer, looking at old lore meeting new technology in near-future Istanbul, the author’s typical lush descriptive prose carefully channeled to hit the reader between the eyes.

I Shall Wear Midnight, by Terry Pratchett – there’s a lot of Pratchett on this list (as I suspect will be the case for other months as I work through the year) but I don’t think it’s just that this is the most recent one that I have read; as well as rounding off the very successful Tiffany Aching stories, it contains some deep reflections on life as a whole as one approaches its end.

Honourable mentions:
Utopia, by Thomas More
Science Fiction Hall of Fame: The Greatest Science Fiction Stories of All Time, edited by Robert Silverberg
The Book of Lost Tales I, by J.R.R. Tolkien, edited by Christopher Tolkien
The Separation, by Christopher Priest / The Prestige, by Christopher Priest
The Happy Prince and Other stories, by Oscar Wilde

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November Books 7) Being Human: The Road, by Simon Guerrier

We’re slowly working our way through Being Human, and have reached the second series during which all three of the published Being Human novels are set. I saw two of them the other weekend and bought them, and have ordered the third, and have now read the first, a decent effort by Simon Guerrier illustrated on the front cover by Leonora Crichlow looking at us sultrily through a noose whose rope is transparent.

It’s tricky to write novels set during the fairly tight continuity of a TV show, though one format that works well here is the Being Human version of the Doctor Who / Torchwood monster-of-the-week, in this case a ghostly woman called Gemma, whose presence in our heroes’ lives provokes them to help her find her own closure after the her son’s death. The truth turns out to be pretty tough to uncover and also rather unpleasant in detail, with the ghosts of wronged Bristolians thronging the pages. Gemma is quite a good character study in character manipulation, and is indeed herself the main obstacle to reaching the answer; in the end Mitchell’s key motivation for solving the mystery and getting rid of her is that she is driving Annie up the walls.

Meanwhile George is excused most of the Gemma sub-plot to get hooked up with some friendly colleagues who want him to father their child. But apparently there is more of that in the next book.

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Links I found interesting for 13-11-2012

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A hundred years ago today…

…the Relief Party searching for Captain Robert Scott and his colleagues made a grim discovery.

We have found them—to say it has been a ghastly day cannot express it—it is too bad for words. The tent was there, about half-a-mile to the west of our course, and close to a drifted-up cairn of last year. It was covered with snow and looked just like a cairn, only an extra gathering of snow showing where the ventilator was, and so we found the door.

It was drifted up some 2-3 feet to windward. Just by the side two pairs of ski sticks, or the topmost half of them, appeared over the snow, and a bamboo which proved to be the mast of the sledge.

Their story I am not going to try and put down. They got to this point on March 21, and on the 29th all was over.

Nor will I try and put down what there was in that tent. Scott lay in the centre, Bill on his left, with his head towards the door, and Birdie on his right, lying with his feet towards the door.

Bill especially had died very quietly with his hands folded over his chest. Birdie also quietly.

Oates' death was a very fine one. We go on to-morrow to try and find his body. He was glad that his regiment would be proud of him.

They reached the Pole a month after Amundsen.

We have everything—records, diaries, etc. They have among other things several rolls of photographs, a meteorological log kept up to March 13, and, considering all things, a great many geological specimens. And they have stuck to everything. It is magnificent that men in such case should go on pulling everything that they have died to gain. I think they realized their coming end a long time before. By Scott's head was tobacco: there is also a bag of tea.

Atkinson gathered every one together and read to them the account of Oates' death given in Scott's Diary: Scott expressly states that he wished it known. His (Scott's) last words are:

"For God's sake take care of our people."

Then Atkinson read the lesson from the Burial Service from Corinthians. Perhaps it has never been read in a more magnificent cathedral and under more impressive circumstances—for it is a grave which kings must envy. Then some prayers from the Burial Service: and there with the floor-cloth under them and the tent above we buried them in their sleeping-bags—and surely their work has not been in vain.

That scene can never leave my memory. We with the dogs had seen Wright turn away from the course by himself and the mule party swerve right-handed ahead of us. He had seen what he thought was a cairn, and then something looking black by its side. A vague kind of wonder gradually gave way to a real alarm. We came up to them all halted. Wright came across to us. 'It is the tent.' I do not know how he knew. Just a waste of snow: to our right the remains of one of last year's cairns, a mere mound: and then three feet of bamboo sticking quite alone out of the snow: and then another mound, of snow, perhaps a trifle more pointed. We walked up to it. I do not think we quite realized—not for very long—but some one reached up to a projection of snow, and brushed it away. The green flap of the ventilator of the tent appeared, and we knew that the door was below.

Two of us entered, through the funnel of the outer tent, and through the bamboos on which was stretched the lining of the inner tent. There was some snow—not much—between the two linings. But inside we could see nothing—the snow had drifted out the light. There was nothing to do but to dig the tent out. Soon we could see the outlines. There were three men here.

Bowers and Wilson were sleeping in their bags. Scott had thrown back the flaps of his bag at the end. His left hand was stretched over Wilson, his lifelong friend. Beneath the head of his bag, between the bag and the floor-cloth, was the green wallet in which he carried his diary. The brown books of diary were inside: and on the floor-cloth were some letters.

Everything was tidy. The tent had been pitched as well as ever, with the door facing down the sastrugi, the bamboos with a good spread, the tent itself taut and shipshape. There was no snow inside the inner lining. There were some loose pannikins from the cooker, the ordinary tent gear, the personal belongings and a few more letters and records—personal and scientific. Near Scott was a lamp formed from a tin and some lamp wick off a finnesko. It had been used to burn the little methylated spirit which remained. I think that Scott had used it to help him to write up to the end. I feel sure that he had died last—and once I had thought that he would not go so far as some of the others. We never realized how strong that man was, mentally and physically, until now.

We sorted out the gear, records, papers, diaries, spare clothing, letters, chronometers, finnesko, socks, a flag. There was even a book which I had lent Bill for the journey—and he had brought it back. Somehow we learnt that Amundsen had been to the Pole, and that they too had been to the Pole, and both items of news seemed to be of no importance whatever. There was a letter there from Amundsen to King Haakon. There were the personal chatty little notes we had left for them on the Beardmore—how much more important to us than all the royal letters in the world.

We dug down the bamboo which had brought us to this place. It led to the sledge, many feet down, and had been rigged there as a mast. And on the sledge were some more odds and ends—a piece of paper from the biscuit box: Bowers' meteorological log: and the geological specimens, thirty pounds of them, all of the first importance. Drifted over also were the harnesses, ski and ski-sticks.

Hour after hour, so it seemed to me, Atkinson sat in our tent and read. The finder was to read the diary and then it was to be brought home—these were Scott's instructions written on the cover. But Atkinson said he was only going to read sufficient to know what had happened—and after that they were brought home unopened and unread. When he had the outline we all gathered together and he read to us the Message to the Public, and the account of Oates' death, which Scott had expressly wished to be known.

We never moved them. We took the bamboos of the tent away, and the tent itself covered them. And over them we built the cairn.

I do not know how long we were there, but when all was finished, and the chapter of Corinthians had been read, it was midnight of some day. The sun was dipping low above the Pole, the Barrier was almost in shadow. And the sky was blazing—sheets and sheets of iridescent clouds. The cairn and Cross stood dark against a glory of burnished gold.

Copy of Note left at the Cairn, over the Bodies

November 12th, 1912.
Lat. 79° 50´ S.

This Cross and Cairn are erected over the bodies of Capt. Scott, C.V.O., R.N.; Dr. E. A. Wilson, M.B., B.A. Cantab.; Lt. H. R. Bowers, Royal Indian Marines. A slight token to perpetuate their gallant and successful attempt to reach the Pole. This they did on the 17th January 1912 after the Norwegian expedition had already done so. Inclement weather and lack of fuel was the cause of their death.

Also to commemorate their two gallant comrades, Capt. L. E. G. Oates of the Inniskilling Dragoons, who walked to his death in a blizzard to save his comrades, about 18 miles south of this position; also of Seaman Edgar Evans, who died at the foot of the Beardmore Glacier.

The Lord gave and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Relief Expedition.
(Signed by all members of the party.)

My diary goes on:

Midnight, November 12-13. I cannot think that anything which could be done to give these three great men—for great they were—a fitting grave has been left undone.

A great cairn has been built over them, a mark which must last for many years. That we can make anything that will be permanent on this Barrier is impossible, but as far as a lasting mark can be made it has been done. On this a cross has been fixed, made out of ski. On either side are the two sledges, fixed upright and dug in.

The whole is very simple and most impressive.

On a bamboo standing by itself is left the record which I have copied into this book, and which has been signed by us all.

We shall leave some provisions here, and go on lightly laden to see if we can find Titus Oates' body: and so give it what burial we can.

We start in about an hour, and I for one shall be glad to leave this place.

Thanks to for flagging this up to me back in March, and to Brenda Clough for inadvertently jogging my memory at the weekend.

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November Books 6) A History of Christianity, by Diarmaid MacCullough

Having been reading various books by Karen Armstrong over the last couple of years, I feel like I have finally found the real thing. This magisterial and thorough book goes through Chrstianity’s roots in Judaism and Greek philosophy, the life of Jesus and the immediate aftermath, and then the historical development of the movement that his followers became. I learned a lot; MacCullough’s broad historical focus took us to places I had not really thought of before, like the early history of Christianity in Asia (including China), and explained to me stuff I thought I already knew about, like the Polish-Lithuania commonwealth (where MacCullough’s account is much more lucid than Norman Davies’). He is lucid and non-judgmental, and usually manages to avoid taking sides (though this slip occasionally during the later discussions of Anglicanism). The triumph of the book is that he does avoid the Whiggishness of some approaches which take it for granted that two thousand years of history were somehow destined to bring us to the Anglican Communion (or Pope Benedict XVI, or whatever the author may support), and by putting the problems of the various churches today in the historical perspective of the viciousness of past debates, the entire situation becomes more comprehensible. It’s very long but well worth it.

We have the DVDs of the TV series associated with the book as well, and I will try and make a point of watching them now.

Top unread non-fiction:
Peleponnesian War | Innocents Abroad | Terre des Hommes | The Hero with a Thousand Faces | Race of a Lifetime / Game Change | Proust and the Squid | The Tipping Point | Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl | Elementary Forms of Religious Life | Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man | History of Christianity | History of the World in 100 Objects | A Room of One’s Own | Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? | The Last Mughal | Reading the Oxford English Dictionary | Jane Austen | Homage to Catalonia | The Road to Middle Earth | Essence of Christianity | The Strangest Man

Politicians in Doctor Who

It's been a political sort of week, hasn't it? So I thought I should try and list those real-life politicians who have a Doctor Who connection. I don't know of very many and I am sure that the list can be expanded.

Members of Parliament

Here's one you may not have heard of: Stephen Lloyd, the Liberal Democrat MP for Eastbourne since 2010, has claimed that he appeared in both Doctor Who and 'Allo 'Allo under a stage name during his brief acting career in the early 1980s. My intense research of IMDB suggests that he may have been Ray Float, who appears briefly as the UNIT sergeant at the start of The Five Doctors (1983). I am not totally convinced as Ray Float has much more impressive eyebrows, but who knows what happens to one's eyebrows in thirty years?

More obviously, Ann Widdecombe, the Conservative MP for Maidstone and the Weald from 1987 to 1997, appeared as herself in The Sound of Drums (2007); of the couple of dozen people who have played themselves on Doctor Who, I think she is the only politician.

Members of the House of Lords

Sal Brinton, Baroness Brinton since 2011, worked on a couple of Doctor Who stories as a production assistant in the late 1970s. I once asked her for more details, but failed to note the answer – I think Horror of Fang Rock (1977) was one of them.

Floella Benjamin, Baroness Benjamin since 2010, appeared as Professor Rivers in four out of the five series of The Sarah Jane Adventures. Like Sal Brinton she is a Liberal Democrat.

(The Earl of Portland, who was briefly a member of the House of Lords before the 1999 reforms, has appeared in two Big Finish audiosMember of the European Parliament

Michael Cashman, Labour MEP for the West Midlands since 1999, played First Officer Andrew Bilton in Time Flight (1982).

Others

I am sure that this can be only the tip of the iceberg; David Tennant is of course a Labour Party activist and may end up playing a different role some day; Cheryl Hall, who played Shirna in Carnival of Monsters (1973), missed out on a parliamentary seat in 1997 by less than 4000 votes and was at one time leader of the Labour group on Kent County Council. I look forward to further enlightenment in comments.

Edited to add: Andrew Hickey reminds me in comments of the unsuccessful political efforts of Richard Franklin.

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Links I found interesting for 10-11-2012

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Links I found interesting for 09-11-2012

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November general fiction

These are the fiction books, other than SF and comics, and including Shakepeare plays, which I have read in each November since I started bookblogging in 2003:

2003
None

2004
Atonement, by Ian McEwan
The Scheme for Full Employment, by Magnus Mills
The Man Who Was Thursday, by G.K. Chesterton
The Summer Book, by Tove Jansson
The Distant Past, by William Trevor
The No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, by Alexander McCall Smith
Tears of the Giraffe, by Alexander McCall Smith

2005
The Days of the Consuls (aka Travnik Chronicle), by Ivo Andrić

2006
None

2007
The Steep Approach to Garbadale, by Iain Banks
Oscar and Lucinda, by Peter Carey

2008
The Uncommon Reader, by Alan Bennett
Emma, by Jane Austen
The Merchant of Venice, by William Shakespeare
Henry IV Part 1, by William Shakespeare
Henry IV Part 2, by William Shakespeare

2009
Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison
The Black Book, by Ian Rankin
Notre Dame de Paris (aka The Hunchback of Notre Dame), by Victor Hugo
Medea, by Euripides
Nature Girl, by Carl Hiaasen
As I Lay Dying, by William Faulkner

2010
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain
The Thorn Birds, by Colleen McCullough
Wolf Hall, by Hilary Mantell
The Other Boleyn Girl, by Philippa Gregory
The Inheritance of Loss, by Kiran Desai

2011
Ivanhoe, by Walter Scott
Moll Flanders, by Daniel Defoe
Cold Mountain, by Charles Frazier
The Death of Ivan Ilyich, by Leo Tolstoy
The Private Eye Annual 2008, edited by Ian Hislop (belongs in this category I suppose)

It's funny how little I remember about some of them – The Distant Past left me pretty cold anyway, but from the blog I appear to have enjoyed The Steep Approach to Garbadale and now can't recall a single thing about it. Anyway, my top five recommendations are:

The Summer Book, by Tove Jansson
Before reading this, I knew Jansson only as the author of the wonderful Moomin books. But it turns out that she was a brilliant and compassionate cartographer of love and affection as well, with a keen eye for island landscapes. A lovely book.

The Days of the Consuls (aka Travnik Chronicle), by Ivo Andric
One of those books about the Balkans which everyone recommends but few have actually read, which is a shame; quite a layered and sympathetic story of diplomats and townspeople in Bosnia during the Napoleon wars, which is more than the sum of its parts.

Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison
I did not expect to enjoy this as much as I did; a lyrical exploration, both geographical and psychological, of Black life in the United States – without the Biblical reference one might expect from the title.

Wolf Hall, by Hilary Mantell
Possibly unfair that I read this at the same time as the far inferior The Other Boleyn Girl, but I think it more than stands up on its own as a densely written, detailed historical and psychological study on Thomas Cromwell, one of Henry VIII's key courtiers. I see the sequel is out so suspect I will reread this before reading it.

Moll Flanders, by Daniel Defoe
Brilliant tale of a woman two hundred years after Thomas Cromwell, making a living by various unseemly methods in the streets of London, the countryside, and ultimately America, at one point accidentally marrying her own brother (as you do), with rich social commentary.

Honourable mentions
Atonement, by Ian McEwan
The Man Who Was Thursday, by G.K. Chesterton
The Uncommon Reader, by Alan Bennett
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain
The Death of Ivan Ilyich, by Leo Tolstoy

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Links I found interesting for 08-11-2012

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November Books 4-5) Monstrous Missions, by Jonathan Green and Gary Russell

Another of the 2-in-1 Doctor Who books published last year, the vaguely common theme being reptiles – dinosaurs in the first story, space snakes in the second.

4) Terrible Lizards, by Jonathan Green

An attempt at homage to Conan Doyle’s Lost World – the Doctor, Amy and Rory find themselves on a ship carrying explorers to seek the Fountain of Youth in Florida in 1880 and get stuck in a time rift with dinosaurs. It doesn’t work terribly well, the plot being reminiscent of one of the more nonsensical TV episodes, Amy screams and bursts into tears at any minor setback, and the one black character is the first to be eaten by the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

5) Horror of the Space Snakes, by Gary Russell

This is much more like it. The Doctor, travelling alone, arrives on a Moonbase (explicitly the same one visited by his second incarnation) which is suffering unexplained pressure drops and disappearances. There’s also a crowd of teenage visitors who have won a ticket to the Moon from their favourite TV show. There are, of course, space snakes, and lots of continuity references (and slight reimaginings) to satisfy long-term fans, and a fairly inventive ending which will satisfy most readers.

On the whole these 2-in-1 books have been about average but this is an unusual case of a weak story published along with a rather strong one.

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Links I found interesting for 07-11-2012

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Election Day, November, 1884

by Walt Whitman

If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
'Twould not be you, Niagara–nor you, ye limitless prairies–nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite–nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser-loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,
Nor Oregon's white cones–nor Huron's belt of mighty lakes–nor Mississippi's stream:
–This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd name–the still small voice vibrating–America's choosing day,
(The heart of it not in the chosen–the act itself the main, the quadriennial choosing,)
The stretch of North and South arous'd–sea-board and inland–
Texas to Maine–the Prairie States–Vermont, Virginia, California,
The final ballot-shower from East to West–the paradox and conflict,
The countless snow-flakes falling–(a swordless conflict,
Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:) the peaceful choice of all,
Or good or ill humanity–welcoming the darker odds, the dross:
–Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify–while the heart pants, life glows:
These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,
Swell'd Washington's, Jefferson's, Lincoln's sails.

(with thanks to Niall Johnston on Facebook for reminding me of this.)

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Links I found interesting for 06-11-2012

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November Books 3) The Portrait of a Lady, by Henry James

The Portrait of a Lady is one of several long and slowly digested books that I have been reading recently (still working on the other two). I found it a remarkable book. Henry James has taken the traditional high-society romance, and recast it quite substantially into a story centred on his heroine Isabel, her early loves and her disastrous marriage, with no happy ending promised. There’s a lot going on behind the scenes – we completely miss the first years after Isabel’s marriage in which she bears and loses a child, and the astute reader will spot the truth about Madame Merle long before Isabel does. But James is also writing about the artistic experience of Americans encountering Europe – Isabel and many of the other characters are American, but only one chapter is set across the Atlantic, the rest being mainly in England and Italy – and also for the effect of art on the soul – not always positive; one of the many unattractive aspects of Isabel’s husband is that he is more interested in antiquity than in her. There are a lot of memorable characters including the courageous Isabel herself, and not all of them are quite what they seem. I think it was F.R. Leavis’ The Great Tradition that put me onto this one, and I am very glad that it did.

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Links I found interesting for 05-11-2012

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November Books 2) The Harvester, by Gene Stratton-Porter

This was America’s best-selling novel in 1912; a feelgood romance between a young man who grows vast numbers of medicinal herbs in the Indiana woods, and a girl who appears to him in his dreams. She needs to sort out some mildly complex family issues (evil uncle, dead mother, estranged grandparents); he needs to persuade her that she loves him; it’s fairly obvious how things will work out. (I notice that the more recent of the two Hollywood adaptations had to invent a whole new rival romance subplot to make the story interesting.)

The best bits in the book are Stratton-Porter’s lyrical descriptions of the scenery:

They were at the foot of a small levee that ran to the bridge crossing Singing Water. On the left lay the valley through which the stream swept from its hurried rush down the hill, a marshy thicket of vines, shrubs, and bushes, the banks impassable with water growth. Everywhere flamed foxfire and cardinal flower, thousands of wild tiger lilies lifted gorgeous orange-red trumpets, beside pearl-white turtle head and moon daisies, while all the creek bank was a coral line with the first opening bloom of big pink mallows. Rank jewel flower poured gold from dainty cornucopias and lavender beard-tongue offered honey to a million bumbling bees; water smart-weed spread a glowing pink background, and twining amber dodder topped the marsh in lacy mist with its delicate white bloom. Straight before them a white-sanded road climbed to the bridge and up a gentle hill between the young hedge of small trees and bushes, where again flowers and bright colours rioted and led to the cabin yet invisible.

I don’t think I have heard of even half of the individual species named there, but it adds up to a very pleasing picture, and every chapter has several passages like this.

On the other hand, the characters are a little too perfect to be true, apart from the evil uncle of whom the opposite is the case, and also one or two points where our hero gets a bit manipulative with our heroine, though he does get a mild comeuppance from it. Not too long, compared with some of the other century-old blockbusters I have read.

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Computer meltdown: local expertise?

Home computer has given up, starting with Blue Screen Of Death and now refusing to boot at all. (Almost four years old, Windows XP.)

I guess we’ll just have to get a new one, but wondered if anyone has tips for how to retrieve data from the old hard disk? Especially if there is reliable expertise not too far from Leuven…

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