• Talk to me
  
  Brilliant language quiz
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Every year, our village holds its Zomerfeest, and apart from a bike race and the organising committee setting up a beer garden behind the parochial hall, artists from the vicinity are encouraged to exhibit in people's homes.

This particular piece grabbed me most strongly: the Fire Dragon and Ice Dragon competing for our world, by Michelle Denecker.

I loved the effort that some had gone to to set up sculptures on display in their gardens. These lovely wooden shapes are by Gerdi Fonk:

And these reshaped scrap metal pieces by local Australian Vincent Ezzy:

Here's a close-up of the rakish chap in the middle:

Finally, I spotted this brilliant interior composition, with ceramics by Bernadette Lefevere, though I guess she did not do the pictures on the wall:

Good weather too, which helps.

Getting to the end of the New Adventures now, though I still have the Bernice Summerfield novels to go. This actually foreshadows them, concentrating very much on Benny and Jason’s disintegrating marriage, with the Doctor and Chris rather in the background; and Liz Shaw is brought back all too briefly. There is some tremendously well-realised and bleak detail with rival expeditions attempting to find Noah’s Ark, and getting into difficulties with competing jurisdictions on Mount Ararat. The book ends with 1997 Earth devastated by alien plague, which is a tough one to carry off if you plan any continuity; of course, if it’s almost the last book in the series, taht’s less of an issue.

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  Argumnt applies only to Westminster-style systems (but is still right).
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  New York Times speaks out.
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For reasons that I will eventually make clear, I’m having a run of Famous Novels at the moment, and Flaubert’s second-best-known novel eventually floated to the top of my list. Frankly I was a bit disappointed; it’s the story of a provincial lad who moves to Paris and becomes fascinated with an older woman, but ends up in relationships with several other lovers, often overlapping, until it all disintegrates with more of a whimper than a bang. There are lots of references to contemporary politics, which was pretty exciting in France of the 1840s, and yet it seems little more than wall-paper. I feel that Jane Austen did the emotional dynamics between the sexes better, Proust did the agonised young man better, and Hugo did the politics better. Frédéric really has little to recommend him; fortunately it doesn’t go on too long.

For the first time since the end of 2013, my bookblogging has caught up with books read! Worldcon is truly over.

I’m a bit stunned to note that this is the first Graham Greene novel I have logged here in almost eleven years of bookblogging – and that I don’t appear to have any others on the shelves. (I was underwhelmed by a short story collection in 2006.) I certainly read at least a dozen of them as a teenager and a student, but I must have borrowed them all from libraries, or lost them in subsequent moves.

Somehow I’d never read this one, though it was a set text for some fellow-pupils at my school (can’t remember if it was other classes at O-Level, or more likely those who did English at A-Level). In 1980s Belfast, the story of persecution of the Catholic church and its adherents by the agents of the State had local nuances which were not lost on any of us. Thirty years of scandal later, it’s rather more difficult to see the church in potentially heroic light.

Of course Greene was a Catholic writer writing from an English point of view, and I wonder quite how true to Mexican religious practice his portrayal is – yes, I know that he had gone to Mexico for four months in 1938 to see the situation on the ground for himself, but it’s also pretty clear that he went and returned with a narrative already in his mind. That side of things doesn’t matter much now; Tomás Garrido Canabal, the Tabasco governor whose anti-clericalism Greene reported on, died in 1943, and the Catholic church has become its own worst enemy in Mexico as elsewhere.

Anyway, I think such a reading is far from the intended core of the book. Greene’s real theme is heroism and redemption – an unlikely hero who finds it in himself to do the right thing, having been doing many of the wrong things, written at the outbreak of the Second World War when the Zeitgeist needed unlikely heroes. The unnamed hero has made a real mess of his life, and of other people’s, but finds a moment or two when he can make a difference and rescue his own dignity. That much is a story that can be told in many times and places.

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  A view from the Brussels bubble.
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How many times have we heard Northern Irish accents in Doctor Who? Fewer than you might have expected…

The last Fourth Doctor book on my list! I’ve read all the 45 novelisations (counting The Pescatons and both versions of Shada and The Stones of Blood), 7 annuals, 12 Past Doctor Adventures, 8 Missing Adventures including this one, and a dismal Telos novella. Though that still leaves some of the comics collections.

It’s a fairly standard story, with zombies and a disembodies evil mist, but gives some excellent lines to the Doctor, Romana and K9, as they romp around the English countryside of the 1930s saving the world again. What makes it of interest for New Who fans is that Gareth Roberts used the same time period for the Ten/Donna TV story The Unicorn and the Wasp – it doesn’t lean too heavily on the earlier book, but the background is there if you care to look for it.

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I don't know about you, but I've been seeing a lot of advertising on various websites (I think using Google ads, or whatever it's called) for the Texas-based biochemistry firm Selleckchem.com.

I'm not really an ideal potential client for them; I confess I can't really understand their advertisements.

Though one of them does feature a cute bunny rabbbit.

I wonder what algorithm has decided that I am the sort of person who might ever purchase one of Selleckchem.com's products, let alone face an agonising choice between them and their competitors. Is Google's targeted advertising that poorly targeted? Or is it just that Selleckchem.com have more money than sense and have bought All The Ad Space to try and persuade people to buy their particular brand of inhibitor?

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Current
A Sentimental Education, by Gustave Flaubert
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Last books finished
The Life of John Buncle, Esq: Containing Various Observations and Reflections, Made in Several Parts of the World, and Many Extraordinary Relations, v. 2 by Thomas Amory
The Waves, by Virginia Woolf
The English Way of Death, by Gareth Roberts
The Power and the Glory, by Graham Greene

Next books
Memoirs of Hadrian, by Marguerite Yourcenar
Race Of Scorpions, by Dorothy Dunnett
Eternity Weeps, by Jim Mortimore

I must say I was very glad to be completely unspoilered for this before I read it.

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It took me a few pages to work out what was going on, but once I did I wondered why nobody else has ever tried the tight-third multiple narrative quite this way. It's a really different, gripping and intimate pattern of story-telling, giving a rounded presence, both inside and out, to each of the six characters. (Susan perhaps getting less of a fair shake.) It blew me away.

It's also obviously a response to Ulysses, where Joyce tried a similar trick, but from fewer points of view and covering a single day. In The Waves, which is about a sixth the length of Ulysses, less is more, and we get decades in the space of 170 pages.

I had always thought of Woolf as a young novelist. But one of the points that struck me from The Waves was its evocation of my own experience of getting a bit older and watching my friends getting old with me, usually at more or less the same rate. So I wasn't completely surprised to find that she was much the same age as I am, in her late forties, when this was published in 1931.

It's one of those books I shall return to again in a few years' time, but I'm very glad that I found it now.

The Life of John Buncle, Esq: Containing Various Observations and Reflections, Made in Several Parts of the World, and Many Extraordinary Relations have kept me occupied for about a month as an insomnia book – with some success. It’s a fore-runner to Tristram Shandy, published three years earlier, with a lot of the same characteristics – rambling anecdotes, vaguely Irish background. Yet there is also quite a tight structure: our hero, John Buncle, keeps falling in love with beautiful and intelligent women, who then all die tragically (in a manner reminiscent of Spın̈al Tap’s drummers) enabling him to move onto the next one. 

With each chapter he delves deep into some aspect of intellectual life – about half the time it’s theology, where Buncle (and presumably his author) have very strong Unitarian views, and one can more or less tell whether a character is good or bad depending on their attachment to the Trinity (“it is a word invented by the doctors, and so far as I can find, was never once thought of by Jesus Christ and his apostles”). But the other half of the time it’s natural science, and the author’s ability to reshape the latest scientific information into readable form is pretty impressive (though a novel is not where we would present such information today). There are particularly good sections on geology (with deep anxiety about the Abyss) and what we would now call the chemical elements. It’s all heavily footnotes (I counted at one point a third level of annotation, footnote to a footnote to a footnote).

Although Buncle starts in Dublin, actually most of the book is spent exploring the wildernesses of Westmorland and to a lesser extent North Yorkshire, with excursions elsewhere (he stays in London with Edmund Curll, who was a real person, and encounters various other real people too). The landscape secriptions are particularly good. I can’t really recommend it as a novel, but it’s a fascinating case of what happened when an eccentric eighteenth-century gentleman sat down one day and decided that he was going to write a story.

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Sheer genius:

This is a hugely important book for me. When I first read it in 1976 (aged 9), it hadn't previously occurred to me that you could write about stories as well as writing stories, and I also had no idea that Doctor Who had started years before I was born. The bits about how a TV programme is made rather bounced off me at the time (which is ironic given the amount of TV work I actually do these days), but the establishment of Who history here, with semi-canonical names given to the pre-Savages stories for the very first time, remains fascinating as a process – and also to observe what is left out (the six episodes of The Wheel in Space, for instance, are brushed off in seven lines).

Now that I have a copy of the first edition from 1972 as well, it's interesting to compare and contrast. I sense that Dicks took a pretty heavy hand in rewriting almost every chapter of Hulke's original text, sometimes from scratch, sometimes (the chapters on the Daleks and "How To Make A Monster") just with a light touch of editorial improvements. Gone is the nonsense about the Doctor's real name being ∂³∑x², let alone the bizarre postscript from the Rev. John D. Beckwith, Chaplain to the Bishop of Edmonton; but in comes plentiful cross-referencing to the Target novelisations, which of course were very new then and had not been around at all in 1972.

There is huge nostalgia value to it anyway, but I also think that for what it is trying to be, it is still a good book, and the foundation of Whovian reference books ever since.

Collection of one-liners supposedly being answers given by kids to exam questions. All mildly funny, you know, things like:

Question: Expand 2 (x + y)
Answer:

2  (x  +  y)
2    (x    +    y)
2      (x      +      y)

and

Not exactly deep, but amusing enough.

Tried this for Sunday lunch; it went down well.

Ingredients:
600 g chicken breasts
200 g lettuce and/or other salad
seeds from half a pomegranate
4 cloves of garlic
100 g walnuts
4 chopped hard boiled eggs
1 level tsp of dried marigold
1 level tsp of dried coriander
half tsp of fenugreek
1 tsp cayenne pepper
salt to taste
7 tbs of oil.

Preparation:
Sprinkle both sides of the chicken breasts with cayenne pepper and salt, and fry in 7 tbs of oil on a medium to high temperature for up to 20 minutes (until crispy), turning halfway through. Keep any juices that are left after frying the chicken.

Chop the lettuce/salad and add to a mixing bowl. Cut and tear the fried chicken into pieces and add to the bowl.

Use a mortar and pestle to crush the garlic and spices. Add the walnuts to the mortar and crush together with the garlic and spices.

Add the crushed nut/garlic/spice mixture to the mixing bowl containing the fried chicken and lettuce. Add the chopped boiled eggs, pomegranate seeds and salt to taste. Mix thoroughly.

Add 3-4 tsp of the juices left over from frying the chicken. Mix thoroughly.

Serve immediately.

Yesterday I did 50% extra quantities – including the whole pomegranate – for six large people and one small, and had enough leftovers for three large people; so I think the above quantities would actually have been enough for our group.

The only novel featuring the War Doctor and the Daleks in the Time War. It’s by George Mann, who is not my favourite stylist; it isn’t quite as bad as I feared, but it’s not terribly impressive either. It includes all the things you would expect of a story about the Daleks and the Time Lords, and that’s not necessarily a good thing. Writing by numbers, really.

Non-fiction 3 (YTD 38)
F in Exams, by Richard Benson
F in Retakes, by Richard Benson
The Making of Doctor Who, by Terrance Dicks and Malcolm Hulke

Fiction (non-sf) 8 (YTD 30)
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, by Mark Twain
Vernon God Little, by DBC Pierre
A Winter Book, by Tove Jansson
Zorba the Greek, by Nikos Kazantzakis
Battle for Bittora, by Anuja Chauhan
The Waves, by Virginia Woolf
The Life of John Buncle, Esq: Containing Various Observations and Reflections, Made in Several Parts of the World, and Many Extraordinary Relations, vols 1 and 2, by Thomas Amory

SF (non-Who) 6 (YTD 73)
Brontomek!, by Michael Coney
A Guide to Tolkien, by David Day
The Long Earth, by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter
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Starry Messenger: The Best of Galileo, ed. Charles Ryan
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Doctor Who 4 (YTD 42)
Tomb of Valdemar, by Simon Messingham
Bad Therapy, by Matthew Jones
The Crooked World, by Steve Lyons
Engines of War, by George Mann

Comics 1 (YTD 14)
With The Light… vol 7, by Keiko Tobe

~6,600 pages (YTD ~56,500)
5/22 (YTD 49/197) by women (Jansson, Chauhan, Woolf, ξ1, Tobe)
2/22 (YTD 15/197) by PoC (Chauhan, Tobe)

Reread: 2/22, counting the Day book about Tolkien as essentially the same as the other one I'd read, and also The Making of Doctor Who (YTD 8/197)

Reading now:
A Sentimental Education, by Gustave Flaubert
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Coming soon (perhaps):
The Power and the Glory, by Graham Greene
The Memoirs of Hadrian, by Marguerite Yourcenar
Race Of Scorpions, by Dorothy Dunnett
Rob Roy, by Sir Walter Scott
La Galère d'Obélix, by Albert Uderzo
Lost At Sea, by Bryan Lee O'Malley
King's Inns and the Kingdom of Ireland, by Colum Kenny
Moxyland, by Lauren Beukes
Harlequin, by Bernard Cornwell
Eva, by Peter Dickinson
The Strangest Man, by Graham Farmelo
The Professor, by Charlotte Brontë
Wool, by Hugh Howey
Up the Walls of the World, by James Tiptree
Edward Gibbon and Empire, ed. Rosamund McKitterick
Angela's Ashes, by Frank McCourt
Beach Music, by Pat Conroy
Liberal Language, by Graham Watson
The Jonah Kit, by Ian Watson
Tree and Leaf, by J R R Tolkien
Wages of Sin, by Andrew M. Greeley
The Balkans, by Misha Glenny
The English Way of Death, by Gareth Roberts
Eternity Weeps, by Jim Mortimore
History 101, by Mags L. Halliday
Home by Marilynne Robinson

A 1979 collection which I picked up at Boskone thirty years later. Galileo lasted only another year after this was published. These are generally good pieces, and I was a bit surprised that only one story published in Galileo ever became a Hugo or Nebula finalists (and that was in 1980, Connie Willis’s first ever nomination). The contents list begins with Ellison, Aldiss and Willis, and then goes on to authors who I haven’t heard of like D.C. Poyer and John Alfred Taylor. The standout pieces for me were “Where the Lines Converge” by Brian Aldiss, which has not appeared in any of his subsequent collections, and “The Best Is Yet To Be” by M. Lucie Chin, her first story in a writing career that appears to have ended in 1988.

A hilarious yet dark mixup of the Eighth Doctor, Fitz and Anji with the Hanna-Barbera cartoons of the 1970s (and a dash of Roger Rabbit). The Scooby-Doo sections are particularly good at getting under the skin of what is really going on there. It would be very easy for a story with this premise to misfire completetly, but Lyons is an effective writer who keeps it on track throughout.

So, am I right that Michael Smiley as Colonel Blue is only the third character ever in Doctor Who with an Ulster accent?

The other two that I can think of are Harry Towb as McDermott in Terror of the Autons (1971) and Declan Mulholland as Clark in The Sea Devils (1972). Both appeared in other Who stories with non-Ulster accents.

(The daughter of the 7th Viscount Bangor was pretty visible in Who at one stage, but she sounds pretty English these days.)

Edited to add: I had forgotten Jonjo O’Neill as McGillop in Day of the Doctor (2013).

Famously the basis for a film which won three Oscars (and which I haven’t seen), it’s a novel published in 1946 but mostly set in the early 1930s, about an intellectual young chap who gets put in charge of a mine in Crete and becomes friends with the sensual older man he chooses as foreman, Alexis Zorba. While our narrator struggles with deep philosophical issues and his relationship with Buddha, Zorba enjoys the landscape, the food, the drink, the dancing and the women of Crete and shames the narrator into taking himself a bit less seriously while favouring him with nuggets of folk wisdom – though death and violence (both political and domestic) are never far away. Zorba ends up in Skopje during the second world war, which is where the bloke he is based on is buried; Serbia and Macedonia also claim links to him. I enjoyed the lyrical descriptions of the setting (and the food), though I felt the central narrative point of brain vs heart was rather overdone in the course of the 350 pages, and our manly central characters’ attitude to women is pretty unenlightened.

My strangest memory of the syrtaki dance comes from much later, when I attended a NATO conference in Belgrade in 2001. This was the first NATO event in Serbia after the Kosovo war, held in the InterContinental Hotel (where Arkan had been gunend down in January of the previous year), two blocks from the Ušće Tower which was still standing despite having been hit by several Tomahawk missiles in 1999 (this was September 2001, so collapsing tower blocks were on everyone’s mind). Rather surprisingly, the atmosphere between the local military and the NATO visitors was rather cordial, and I vividly remember, as the band struck up Mikis Theodorakis’ music at the conference dinner, the somewhat rotund chaps from Brussels and the Yugoslav officers draped arms across shoulders and danced together as the rest of us clapped in time. (Except the Russians, who were looking very grumpy indeed.)

Lovely collection of Jansson’s short fiction, arranged loosely by age of the protagonist who in most cases clearly reflects Jansson herself. There’s a vivid picture of her war with a squirrel on her island; there are poignant letters sent to the author by Moomin fans; there are vignettes of family life. It’s all very absorbing as we celebrate her centenary.

I very much enjoyed Beyond the Sun, Jones’ contribution to the Bernice Summerfield range, and I enjoyed this book too: the Seventh Doctor and Chris, still grieving the loss of Roz, land in 1950s Soho, and are involved in a series of murders taking them through the hidden worlds of organised crime and homosexuality, and rather unexpectedly reuniting the Doctor with Peri Brown. Chris gets some very good bits of story for a change, and this is one of the better of the various confusing endings for Peri.

It’s only on reflection now that I realise it shares a major element with Michael Coney’s Brontomek! – the artificial life forms which adapt to appear like the person desired or needed by the human whom they adopt – but the two books are otherwise so difference that I guess this is a complete coincidence.

Like, I guess, a lot of people I was intrigued by the announcement four years ago that Pratchett and Baxter, two authors whose styles are not exactly next adjacent to each other, were to collaborate on a series of books set after the pathways between universes have been discovered; and now anyone with a problem can just run away to a parallel world. It reminded me a bit of Chris Beckett’s Shifter stories, and a bit less of Poul Anderson’s There Will Be Time, and a bit more of Charles Stross’s Merchant Princes.

The style does end up somewhere less exciting than either Pratchett’s zany parables or Baxter’s hard-sf prose, without quite taking off until quite near the end (with a couple of mis-steps towards humour). But I felt that compared to, say, Orbitsville or Ringworld, the authors did manage to convey the grandeur of the multitude of settings, and the potential variation of worlds from a common start. This is the first of the novels, so there’s quite a lot of scene-setting, because there are an awful lot of scenes; but clearly something is being set up for later delivery. I won’t rush to get the others in the series, but I will keep en eye out for them.