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I Love the Bones of You: My Father And The Making Of Me, by Christopher Eccleston

Second paragraph of third chapter:

The first thing I committed to memory wasn’t the lines of a play, it was the names of the Busby Babes. There was a drawer in my mum and dad’s bedroom and whenever I got the chance I’d go rooting. I’d find sets of false teeth, ties, photos, watches, United programmes, leather lighters from the ’70s, all sorts. It was fascinating. Boredom was our ally back then — we had nothing else to do so exploring the house was an inevitability.

This was the last book I finished in 2019, and the best of the Doctor Who biographies and autobiographies that I read last year (the others were by or about John Leeson, Mary Tamm (v1, v2), Robert Holmes, Matthew Waterhouse, Peter Davison and Andrew Cartmel). There’s actually not all that much in it about Eccleston’s performance as the Ninth Doctor. He devotes a short chapter to it, praising Russell T. Davies, Steven Moffatt, Euros Lyn and Billie Piper, and I guess letting his silence speak for the rest. He bookends that chapter with the experience of watching his own stories with his own young children, fifteen years on, which I found a very effective device to tell what the show now means to him. I’m looking forward to seeing him at Gallfrey One next month.

The guts of the book are about Eccleston’s own somewhat tortured soul, and its roots in the life experience of his father, a factory worker whose talents were suffocated by the class-ridden social structures of mid-twentieth century Salford. He goes into moving detail about his own experiences of mental illness and particularly anorexia; it’s tough but fascinating to read. He is disarmingly frank about his own failures and successes as an actor; always of course in the context of a profession which is rigged in favour of thin people with posh accents – he forced himself to become thin but could never be posh. Another moving passage describes his relationship with Trevor Hicks, who he portrayed in Hillsborough; the two became friends to the point that Eccleston was Hicks’ best man at his wedding. But the most gut-wrenching sections are the passages about his father’s gradual descent into dementia, and the consequent slow death of normal family life. The timing of the various incidents is a bit confusing – few dates are given, and we jump around quite a lot in the thirty years of his career; but reading between the lines it looks like his father’s sharpest decline coincided with the 2004-05 filming of Doctor Who.

This is not a fluffy book, but it’s a very thoughtful one, angry in places and always passionate. You can get it here.

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Wednesday reading

Current
Unsheltered, by Barbara Kingsolver
The Raven Tower, by Ann Leckie
Selangor, by Gerry Barton

Last books finished
Roots and Wings: Ten Lessons of Motherhood that Helped Me Create and Run a Company, by Margery Kraus
The Last Days of New Paris, by China Mieville
Miss Shumway Waves a Wand, by James Hadley Chase
In the Heat of the Night, by Jon Ball
Distaff: A Science Fiction Anthology by Female Authors, eds. Rosie Oliver & Sam Primeau
Sirius, by Olaf Stapledon
Backstop Land, by Glenn Patterson

Next books
The Idea of Justice, by Amartya Sen
The Critique of Pure Reason, by Immanuel Kant

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The Rule of the Land: Walking Ireland’s Border, by Garrett Carr

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Or perhaps that's old news, they became a couple months ago. They are not in a pub. They are at her kitchen table eating dinner with her parents. There is polite intergenerational conversation. They all agree that reinstating border controls will be bad for business. He has just gotten a job with a wholesale supplier, delivering animal feed to farms both sides of the border. Her mother asks about this, she approves. It's all quite pleasant but there are sideways glances between the young couple. She lives with her parents and he lives with his, this is limiting, as you can imagine. Their toes tap soundlessly inside their shoes.

As Brexit looms at the end of this month, this book looks at what life is actually like along the Irish border, the author walking and camping (and occasionally canoeing) along the entire disputed length of it. He goes from south-east to north-west, so starting with the bits I know best and taking me into less well charted territory; it's a lovely series of vignettes of the realities of the land, and the brutal history that goes along with it. There is a particularly memorable sequence in the middle that segues from Barry McGuigan as hero to Sean Quinn as villain. The section on the cave networks which are literally undermining the border between Cavan and Fermanagh is also pretty memorable. A good book to give to anyone who doesn't really understand the Ireland/Brexit relationship, and isn't all that interested in the politics. You can get it here.

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Dragonworld, by Byron Preiss (did not finish)

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Amsel came out of the house, carrying a barrelful of scraps to be buried in his garden patch for mulch. He sat down on a weathered wooden bench and took a deep breath, watching it frost in the early-spring air. It was his habit to listen to the flowing water and the singing birds for a short time in the morning. Amsel was a small man, small and wiry, with a great explosion of white hair under a floppy hat, and a face that could claim any age from thirty to fifty. He was dressed in loose-fitting green and brown clothes, covered with pockets. In the pockets were all manner of things: a thong-bound parchment notebook, a quill pen which carried its own ink supply (Amsel’s own invention), a lodestone, a small hammer (for chipping off interesting rock specimens), a small net of tanselweb (for capturing interesting insect specimens), and a pair of spectacles (also Amsel’s invention). He believed in preparing for any eventuality.

I got a third of the way through this and decided I didn't care any more. It's a fantasy novel about various human kingdoms under threat from dragons and from each other, but it failed to excite me and so I'me leaving it be. If you want, you can get it here.

This was my top unread book acquired in 2016. Next on that pile is Hex by Thomas Olde Heuvelt.

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Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, ed. Steve Cole

Second paragraph of third story ("Save Yourself", by Terrance Dicks):

The Doctor felt tired, as if he'd been waiting here a lifetime.

I loved this. It's a collection of Doctor Who short stories, edited by Steve Cole with contributions from Joy Wilkinson, Simon Guerrier, the much-missed Terrance Dicks, Matthew Sweet, Susie Day, Matthew "Adric" Waterhouse, Colin "Sixth Doctor" Baker, Mike Tucker, Cole himself, George Mann, Una McCormack, Jacqueline Rayner, Beverly Sanford and Vinay Patel. It's a bit invidious to single out individual stories, but I will anyway: Terrance Dicks last controibution to the Whoniverse expands the concept of Series 6B, with the Second Doctor on mission for the Time Lords; Susie Day looks at the Fourth Doctor and Romana punting; Una McCormack looks at the back story of Clive from the TV episode Roseyou can get it here.

There was a bit of a kerfuffle about this book before it came out. One particular veteran Who writer had been invited to contribute, but his story was not published because at least one of the other contributors objected to his views on trans rights, and threatened to withdraw her own story if his was included. More power to her; in her place I would also have objected to this particular writer's views on Islam. And good for the publisher for making the right choice when confronted with a dilemma of principles.

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September 2004 books

Back at work, I continued lobbying for a Commission cabinet position until it became obvious that this was not my year. (I have not seriously tried again since.) I had another op-ed on Macedonia as the political situation there took another twist. I travelled to Moldova, Belfast and ended the month in Portugal, with a day trip to the Hague. A writer whose books I don't especially like rather sweetly got in touch and offered to send me some more so that I could make a more informed judgement; I accepted. And we celebrated little U's christening (Guy Van Haver, the local priest, retired in 2008 and sadly died last year).

My September 2004 reading:

Non-fiction: 2 (YTD 32)
Judgement Day: The Trial of Slobodan Milosevic, by Christopher Stephen
The 9/11 Commission Report

SF: 8 (YTD 57)
The Warrior's Bond, by Juliet McKenna
The Tale of the Next Great War, ed. I.F. Clarke
Star Trek: Enterprise – The First Adventure, by Vonda N. McIntyre
Monstrous Regiment, by Terry Pratchett
To The Nines, by Janet Evanovich
The Gods Themselves, by Isaac Asimov
Downbelow Station, by C.J. Cherryh
Brother Berserker, by Fred Saberhagen

Comics: 2 (YTD 4)
Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood, Marjane Satrapi
The Sandman: Endless Nights, by Neil Gaiman

4,300 pages (YTD 36,400)
5/12 by women (YTD 29/108)
1/12 by PoC (YTD 2/108)

The best of these were Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood, the first half of Marjane Satrapi's memoir of growing up in Iran, a milestone in comics which you can get here9/11 Commission Report, which notably fails to make any connection between the September 2001 attacks and Iraq – you can get it here.

My dislike of The Gods Themselves is well recordedTo The Nines – I had enjoyed several earlier books in the series but this one put me off the rest. You can get them here and here.


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The Widows of Malabar Hill, by Sujata Massey

Second paragraph of third chapter:

"Splendid!" Perveen clapped. Alice was just the remedy she needed for her dark mood.

First in a series of mystery novels set in 1920s Bombay, featuring a Parsi woman lawyer as the protagonist. I wasn't hugely impressed. The actual murder doesn't happen until almost half way into the book, and I was thoroughly unconvinced by both the investigation and the resolution. Our heroine is able to triumph partly due to rather improbable violations of procedure by the police. There's also an intrusive backstory about her brief marriage to a chap from Calcutta. (And at the end we are told that the murderer is being let off with a pretty light sentence, which is incomprehensible.)

The author has clearly done her research into Bombay of the period, and wears it very heavily. There's an awful lot of Hind-splaining to the reader – the phrase "as you know, Perveen" comes perilously close to being used more than once, and Mistry seems to be unaware that Urdu and Hindi are so close to each other than some linguists consider them the same language (and the divergence between them was even less in the 1920s than it is now).

So I finished it, but don't recommend it particularly. If you want to, you can get it here.

This was my top unread book by a writer of colour. Probably will go for The Idea of Justice, by Amartya Sen, next, but there are alternatives to hand as well.

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Two Being Human novels: Chasers, by Mark Michalowski and Bad Blood, by James Goss

Second paragraph of third chapter of Chasers:

She realised she was fiddling with her neck. 'Calm down, Mitchell,' she said.

Second paragraph of third chapter of Bad Blood (actually labelled chapter 41):

'Good to see I'm not the only one chuffing away like a chimney,' said Denise, smiling. 'I approve.'

It's actually seven years since I read the first of the three Being Human novels, all by stalwarts of the Doctor Who writing scene, but it was nice to return to them.

Chasers picks up the storyline from the previous book about George (the werewolf) being asked by lesbian friends to father their baby. There is also a creepy chap who befriends Mitchell (the vampire) for ulterior motives. It's decently done but not spectacular. You can get it here.

I had higher hopes of Bad Blood, as James Goss is one of my favourite writers, and it did not disappoint. Annie (the ghost) is visited by an old friend who doesn't know that she is dead, and the three housemates are sucked into a bizarrely sinister bingo night. Tightly written and very vivid, as I have come to expect from Goss. You can get it here.

Bad Blood was the sf book that had lingered longest unread on my shelves, and Chasers was my top unread book acquired in 2012. Next on those piles respectively are Demon in Leuven, by Guido Eekhaut, and A Popular History of Ireland, by Thomas D'Arcy McGee.

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Wednesday reading

First weekly roundup post of the year.

Current
Roots and Wings: Ten Lessons of Motherhood that Helped Me Create and Run a Company, by Margery Kraus
Miss Shumway Waves a Wand, by James Hadley Chase

Last books finished
Auguria, Tome 1: Ecce signum, by Peter Nuyten
Exhalation, by Ted Chiang
Seraphina, by Rachel Hartman
Auguria, Tome 2: Gaeso dux, by Peter Nuyten
Auguria, Tome 3: Fatum, by Peter Nuyten
Land of Terror, by Edgar Rice Burroughs
Demon in Leuven, by Guido Eekhaut
Under Another Sky: Journeys in Roman Britain, by Charlotte Higgins
As Time Goes By, by Joshua Hale Fialkov and Matthew Dow Smith
“Home is the Hangman”, by Roger Zelazny

Next books
The Last Days of New Paris, by China Mieville
The Idea of Justice, by Amartya Sen

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BSFA Long List – Goodreads/LibraryThing stats

The BSFA Long List is out. Here are the 46 Best Novel nominees, ranked by the product of their number of owners on Goodreads and LibraryThing.

Goodreads LibraryThing
owners av rating owners av rating
The Testaments, by Margaret Atwood 367,235 4.23 1,433 4.14
The Ten Thousand Doors of January, by Alix E Harrow 107,406 4.16 416 4.21
Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir 57,334 4.27 378 4.29
The Raven Tower, by Ann Leckie 41,565 3.99 518 4.03
Children of Ruin, by Adrian Tchaikovsky 24,419 4.11 172 3.94
The Old Drift, by Namwali Serpell 21,329 3.76 169 3.68
The Future of Another Timeline, by Annalee Newitz 21,024 3.84 154 3.94
The Light Brigade, by Kameron Hurley 13,664 4.02 161 3.81
The Heavens, by Sandra Newman 10,758 3.43 139 3.20
The True Queen, by Zen Cho 6,614 3.93 147 3.88
Gun Island, by Amitav Ghosh 7,895 3.73 74 3.88
Do You Dream of Terra-Two?, by Temi Oh 6,231 3.66 68 3.36
The Secret Chapter, by Genevieve Cogman 7,097 4.30 48 4.50
Infinite Detail, by Tim Maughan 3,994 3.80 73 4.21
The Rosewater Insurrection, by Tade Thompson 3,520 4.07 69 3.81
A Song for a New Day, by Sarah Pinsker 4,293 4.16 55 4.50
Salvation Lost, by Peter F Hamilton 4,959 4.38 47 3.92
Atlas Alone, by Emma Newman 3,356 4.08 59 4.21
The Divers’ Game, by Jesse Ball 4,696 3.58 39 3.65
Deeplight, by Frances Hardinge 4,376 4.33 39 4.25
Cage of Souls, by Adrian Tchaikovsky 4,369 4.17 36 4.19
Zed, by Joanna Kavenna 5,792 3.41 24 4.00
David Mogo, Godhunter, by Suyi Davies Okungbowa 2,340 3.58 50 3.30
The Rosewater Redemption, by Tade Thompson 1,775 4.12 33 4.25
Fleet of Knives, by Gareth L Powell 1,508 4.02 38 4.00
The Migration, by Helen Marshall 1,755 3.53 32 2.83
Cygnet, by Season Butler 1,998 3.57 24 3.67
No Way, by SJ Morden 1,126 4.08 22 4.00
Zero Bomb, by MT Hill 711 3.21 18 3.00
The House of Sundering Flames, by Aliette de Bodard 630 4.11 18 3.90
Beneath the World, A Sea, by Chris Beckett 536 3.65 20 3.13
The Return of the Incredible Exploding Man, by Dave Hutchinson 364 3.84 19 4.50
Snakeskins, by Tim Major 532 3.66 12 3.50
Shadows of the Short Days, by Alexander Dan Vilhjálmsson 512 3.72 11
Always North, by Vicki Jarrett 523 3.80 3
The Green Man’s Foe, by Juliet E McKenna 136 4.42 9
Star Path, by W. Michael Gear and Kathleen O’Neal Gear 257 4.33 4
Lost Property, by Laura Beatty 174 3.00 4
Stormtide, by Den Patrick 331 4.02 1
In The Slip, by FD Lee 32 4.00 3
Stillicide, by Cynan Jones 8 4.00 12 3.25
Rise, by Kim Lakin-Smith 19 3.67 4
Celebrity Werewolf, by Andrew Wallace 13 4.67 4
The Best of Us, by Karen Traviss 395 4.45
Big Red, by Damien Larkin 53 4.56
The Community, by Joe Hakim 7 3.33

I've bolded the top quartile of each column. Only two books get four our of four – The Ten Thousand Doors of January and Gideon the Ninth.

Weird that no LibraryThing users at all have so far picked up Karen Traviss's The Best of Us. Its Goodreads owners seem to like it.

Just for comparison, last year's winner was 16th out of 45 on the corresponding ranking of the 2018 long list27th place of 48, and the 2016 winner 26th out of 34, So this tabel is of limited predictive value.

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August 2004 books

I spent most of August 2004 on holiday, but this was also the moment that I set my long-laid plans to join the cabinet of one of the new members of the European Commission in motion. (Those plans failed.) I also set up and publicised my Interactive Language Quiz, based on the instructions from a McDonald's toy. While on holiday we published reports on Macedonia and Georgia, and I had an op-ed on the Macedonian local government reform plans (rather a good one, if I say so myself). Once I got back to work, my new intern, K, a Slovenian, arrived. The month ended with me doing an RTÉ interview on the tenth anniversary of the IRA ceasefire with Albert Reynolds and John Hume – sadly, Hume was already showing his illness. (I saw him in person in Brussels a few days later in early September and drew the same conclusion.)

Cute picture: young F, recently turned 5, trying his hand at archery.

I took advantage of the holiday to read 18 books.

Non-fiction: 4 (YTD 30)
The Political Animal, by Jeremy Paxman
The Revolution of America, by Guillaume Thomas François Raynal
Empire: How Britain Made the Modern World, by Niall Ferguson
Mother Tongue, by Bill Bryson

Non-genre: 4 (YTD 11)
The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Don Quixote (part 1), by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
The Accusers, by Lindsey Davies
Scandal Takes a Holiday, by Lindsey Davies

Scripts: 1 (YTD 1)
Hard To Swallow, by John Dowie, illustrated by Hunt Emerson

Poetry: 1 (YTD 1)
Lucky Dip, by Ruth Ainsworth

SF: 8 (YTD 49)
The Year of Our War, by Steph Swainston
Felaheen, by John Courtenay Grimwood
Beyond Infinity, by Gregory Benford
After the King: Stories in Honour of J.R.R. Tolkien, ed. Martin H. Greenberg and Jane Yolen
Way Station, by Clifford D. Simak
The Demolished Man, by Alfred P. Bester
Year's Best SF 21, ed. Gardner Dozois
The Dream Millennium, by James White

5,200 pages (YTD 32,100)
5/18 by women (YTD 24/96)
none by PoC (YTD 1/96)

Links above to my reviews, two of three links below to Amazon.

Lots of good books this month, but I'm picking out two quirky ones that stick in my mind: the Abbé Raynal's penetrating analysis of the newly founded United States, which you can get for free here, and Jon Courtenay Grimwood's Felaheen, which you can get here. Least favourite book of the month: tremendously disappointed by Lindsay Davis' The Accusers