May Books 15) A History of the World in 100 Objects, by Neil MacGregor

Telling history through things is what museums are for.

This brilliant book accompanies the brilliant series of podcasts which I listened to a couple of years ago. It is the same hundred objects from the British museum’s collection, but this time in dead tree format. The individual talks, which were 11-14 minutes on the radio, are down to 5-7 pages here, so I think quite substantially cut; but what we get in return is pictures of the actual objects, which radio cannot give. Actually in most cases I felt I actually had got a fairly good impression of the objects’ appearance from listening to the audio version, but there were a couple where the picture does make a big difference – the sexually explicit Warren Cup, and the extraordinarily detailed mechanical galleon of Augsburg. Anyway, it is all very nicely done (though I did notice as I browsed the maps at the end that none of the objects is from, er, Ireland).

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

Georgian restaurant in London

Having reached London too late to get to last night’s BSFA meeting, I persuaded – who I had not seen in over two decades – to try Georgian food. There are in fact several Georgian restaurants in London, but the handiest by far, which also seemed to have a decent write-up in Time Out, was Iberia at 294 Caledonian Road, just north of King’s Cross. It was really yummy; all the proper recipes, served with Georgian wine, though there were a couple of gaps on the menu (sadly they were out of tarragon-flavoured lemonade). Strongly recommended, especially the khinkali.

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Wednesday reading

Current:
The Peoples of Middle Earth, by J.R.R. Tolkien, ed. Christopher Tolkien (two thirds through)
A History of the World in 100 Objects by Neil MacGregor (nearly finished)
The Gondola Scam, by Jonathan Gash (half way through)
Grandville: Bête Noire, by Bryan Talbot (half way through)

Last books finished
Vincent, by Barbara Stok
Vincent van Gogh: De Worsteling van een Kunstenaar, by Marc Verhaegen and Jan Kragt

“I have an Idea for a Book …”: The Bibliography of Martin H. Greenberg
The Crocodile by the Door, by Selina Guinness
Final Sacrifice, by Tony Lee
Magic of the Angels, by Jacqueline Rayner

Next books
Toward the End of Time, by John Updike
Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone
Miracles of Life: Shanghai to Shepperton: an Autobiography, by J.G. Ballard

Books acquired in last week:
Hugo voter pack:
Blackbirds by Chuck Wendig
Three Parts Dead by Max Gladstone
Saga, Vol. 1 by Brian K. Vaughan
Locke & Key: Clockworks, Vol. 5 by Joe Hill
Grandville Bête Noire by Bryan Talbot
“I have an Idea for a Book …”: The Bibliography of Martin H. Greenberg
A couple of Who books:
Hunter's Moon by Paul Finch
Magic of the Angels, by Jacqueline Rayner
Anne's birthday presents:
Japanese Number Puzzles by Tony Yoogi
Are You My Mother?: A Comic Drama by Alison Bechdel
The Saint Zita Society by Ruth Rendell
The Ghost of Lily Painter by Caitlin Davies
Lost At Sea by Bryan Lee O'Malley

LT Unread books tally: 449

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Two graphic novels about Vincent van Gogh

Not as the result of any particular forward planning, we got two newish graphic novels about Vincent van Gogh recently: Vincent van Gogh: De Worsteling van een Kunstenaar, by Marc Verhaegen and Jan Kragt (also available in English); and Vincent, by my favourite Dutch comics writer Barbara Stok, which we got in English translation. Both are sponsored by the van Gogh museum in Amsterdam, making the most of their cultural assets. It should also be said that part of van Gogh’s legacy is precisely to challenge all visual artists to match his depth and quality of expression, and this may weigh particularly heavily on his fellow Dutch speakers: Verhaegen is perhaps the leading Flemish comics artist of today, and Stok (whose other work I love) is a rising star of the genre in the Netherlands.

The two take surprisingly divergent approaches to their subject. Verhaegen’s drawing style is much more realistic than Stok’s; the colours and settings are lush and he includes references to a lot of van Gogh’s works in individual frames. But in terms of text and storyline, he and Kragt opt for edutainment: van Gogh’s biography is recounted to us via a series of infodumps, while a loose linking narrative has a comical art fancier called Dupont (perhaps a Tintin reference, though there is only one of him) chasing a lost van Gogh sketch through Paris. Stok, on the other hand, has a much more cartooney drawing style but sticks much closer to van Gogh’s own viewpoint during his crucial time in Provence, including substantial quotes from his correspondence with his brother (which I was surprised to learn was originally in French, at least during the last years of his life). A key difference between the books is how they portray his hallucinations: Verhaegen shows the scenery turning into lurid and detailed scary monsters to threaten him, while Stok shows us the artist’s despair as his world appears to disintegrate. Verhaegen and Kragt give us quite a good portrait of how van Gogh came across to other people; Stok gives us a strong sense of how he might have thought of himself.

(One other very trivial difference is that the Belgian Verhaegen devotes several pages to the young van Gogh’s time in Belgium, whereas the Dutch Stok barely mentions it.)

These are both good books. Verhaegen’s art is more gorgeous, but Stok’s sparse style is also pretty evocative; and she gets a strong sense of authenticity by using her subject’s own words. Well worth getting both if you are a comics fan with even a mild interest in Van Gogh, or vice versa.

Paul Gauguin patronises van Gogh in Verhaegen and Kragt.

Van Gogh fails to impress some new friends, as shown by Stok.

May Books 12) “I have an Idea for a Book …”: The Bibliography of Martin H. Greenberg

The Hugo Voter Pack is out! So I have merrily downloaded all the nominees I hadn’t already read (and a few that I had), and started with this from the Best Related Work category.

Unfortunately it’s not very interesting.

Dr. Martin H. Greenberg (1941-2011) was the most prolific anthologist and book packager in the world. During his nearly 40-year career in publishing, he created 1,310 anthologies (including 199 single author collections) and more than 950 novels, along with 228 nonfiction books, for a total of almost 2,500 published works. During this time, he commissioned more than 8,350 original short stories and reprinted more than 13,300 short stories (including 807 novels).

This is a list of all of the books he edited, including ebooks, and it will be useful to people who find this sort of thing useful. The authorship attribution is a bit puzzling; there is a short introduction by John Helfers, but no indication that he assembled the rest of the material (indeed he is explicitly given copyright only for the introduction); the very short biographical sketch from which I quote above is listed in the contents page as “Commentary by Martin H. Greenberg” but clearly isn’t, as it refers to him in the past tense and is cast in the first person plural, without ever saying who “we” are. I read the three pages of introductory material, but it would be an exaggeration to say that I even skimmed the rest.

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May Books 11) The Crocodile by the Door, by Selina Guinness

I'm coming back to Tibradden, to live with Charles again. I've driven down from Belfast with boxes stacked on the back seat; Colin will follow with the rest of his belongings when his term has finished.

Selina was one of my brother's college friends at TCD, and I always vaguely regretted not getting to know her better, and wondered what she ended up doing. Well, she ended up taking on the (small, run-down) family estate in the foothills of the Dublin mountains, and combining the burdens of twenty-first century farming with her academic career and family. This is an extraordinary book about dealing with changes in family and society, beautifully written, lucidly and emotionally told, and with no punches pulled in her own self-examination of dealing with the intricacies of both family commitments and government bureaucracy, in the years of the inflation and bursting of the Irish property bubble. It's brilliant and you should all go and get it. (I see it's just out in paperback as well.)

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May Books 10) Final Sacrifice, by Tony Lee and others.

scan0006Third (and last) in the series of IDW Tenth Doctor comic books that started with Fugitive and continued with Tesseract. Tony Lee’s narrative achieves a very happy union with Matthew Dow Smith’s art here, and the story arc arc is rounded off dramatically and satisfactorily. The book is rounded out with three stories from the 2010 Doctor Who Annual, which I now realise I hadn’t read; they too are very good. NB that the old man in the first story is called Barnaby Edwards…

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Nit-picking about the Celtic Otherworld of 1666

If you set a story in a Celtic Otherworld which is co-located with London, your otherworldly Celts are not all that likely to speak Irish; a lost eastern dialect of Welsh is more probable.

If you set a story in 1666, and your viewpoint character does not have access to time-travel, he probably would not be familiar with the concepts of telegraphing, or oxygen.

Just saying, like.

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A letter from George Bernard Shaw

Somewhere around 1994 I did some research for my PhD in the archives of the Plunkett Foundation near Oxford, as its founder – Sir Horace Plunkett – was quite important to my topic. In the end I found his own diary of rather little use, but I did come across this excellent letter about him from George Bernard Shaw, written to Margaret Digby (who Shaw assumed was male) in 1948, sixteen years after Plunkett's death, when Shaw was 92 but clearly still with it.

            16th June 1948

Dear Mr [sic] Digby,
      By all means quote as much as you please of my correspondence with H[orace] P[lunkett]. There were more interesting letters than the one you copied for me; but he may not have kept them.
      I do not envy you your job. Plunkett was a puzzle. He devoted his life to the service of his fellow creatures collectively; and personally he disliked them all. He kept open house in Foxrock for all visitors of any note, rich or poor, to Ireland; and he hated all his guests. He remained a bachelor for the sake of Lady Fingal[l], and was unquestionably in love with her; yet I never felt convinced that he quite liked her. He took the chair as a matter of course at all meetings in which he was interested. I have, perhaps, more experience of public meetings than most people; and I can testify that he ranked first among the very worst chairmen on earth. He went round the Congested Districts to persuade Irish farmers whose farms were uneconomic to move into better holdings: a task which would have taxed the persuasive powers of a barrister earning £20,000 a year, and took with him small schoolmasters of the £150 type, who could only make Plunkett's offer in the baldest terms, and when it was refused say no more than "Well, you are a very foolish man". Except within his own class he was a bad mixer.
      And yet with all this against him he was an amiable man whom nobody could dislike, a highly talented writer with a sense of humor [sic], great political intelligence, and tireless public spirit, the greatest political Irishman of his time.
      I liked him thoroughly and always stayed at Foxrock when I went to Ireland even after I found out that his hatred of his guests probably included me.
      I repeat, you will find it hard to do justice to a man of such high virtues hampered by so many trivial contradictions.
                        G.Bernard Shaw

I’ve linked to a few explanatory articles and pictures. The original letter is here and here.

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Links I found interesting for 19-05-2013

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Links I found interesting for 17-05-2013

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May Books 9) Magic of the Angels, by Jacqueline Rayner

He was wearing a white T-shirt with the slogan My companion went to London and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.

I thought I had read all of the Amy and Rory books, before the first Clara ones come out, but realised I had missed a couple. This is from the Quick Reads series, and it’s a typically competent story from Rayner (who is one of the most prolific authors of written Who these days); take the basic concept of Blink, add a dodgy stage magician (reminiscent of Priest’s Prestige?) and the X-Factor, and a twist in the tale involving a beloved small dog, and then update it for a new Tardis crew. Short but very sweet.

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May Books 8) The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss

Chronicler dipped his pen and Kvothe looked down at his folded hands for as long as it takes to draw three deep breaths.
Then he began to speak.

After a run of epic fantasy novels that didn’t really impress me, I picked this up, the last of my Christmas presents, noted with dismay that the last page was numbered 662, sighed and started reading.

But in fact I really really enjoyed it. For once, the world-building and languages worked for me; the coming-of-age story of the disguised magician hero had some new wrinkles; the university setting of much of the book has of course echoes of other fantasy educational establishments, but remains very much its own; and basically, Kvothe as a character engaged my interest and I needed to find out what happened next. And having reached page 662, I still want to know what happens next, and will get more books in the series in order to find out.

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Links I found interesting for 16-05-2013

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Wednesday reading

Current:
The Peoples of Middle Earth, by J.R.R. Tolkien, ed. Christopher Tolkien (just started)
A History of the World in 100 Objects by Neil MacGregor (halfway through)

Last books finished
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
Escape Velocity, by Colin Brake
The Judas Pair by Jonathan Gash
Doors Open by Ian Rankin
Toy Soldiers by Paul Leonard

Next books
The Crocodile by the Door, by Selina Guinness
Final Sacrifice, by Tony Lee (10th Doctor comic)
Toward the End of Time, by John Updike
The Gondola Scam, by Jonathan Gash

Books acquired in last week:
The Complete Stories of Zora Neale Hurston
Miracles of Life: Shanghai to Shepperton: an Autobiography, by J.G. Ballard

LT Unread books tally: 446

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Links I found interesting for 14-05-2013

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May Books 7) Escape Velocity, by Colin Brake

      A short Metro ride from the centre of the city brought him to a station called Schuman, from which Fitz emerged eating a chocolate-coated waffle, to find himself at a roundabout. Apparently roundabouts were quite rare in Belgium and from what Fitz had seen of the local driving habits he could see why – the average Belgian apparently happier to drive in a straight line, no matter who or what might be in their way, rather than have the inconvenience of having to steer in a circle. Consulting the curious local version of an A-to-Z – a thick handbook whose map pages were so small that you had hardly begun to walk before you needed to turn the page – Fitz took a side street away from the EC offices, past a clutch of Indian restaurants (must be here for the Brits, he thought as he passed) and behind the giant and futuristic Berlaymont building.
      According to his guide book the Berlaymont building had been constructed in the 1970s to house the European Commission but in the 1990s it had been found to be full of dangerous asbestos and had been evacuated. Since then it had been wrapped in plastic, waiting for the asbestos to be safely removed. So far it had been closed for getting on for ten years and most people at the Commission considered it a long-running joke that it would be reopening ‘soon’.
      Fitz almost missed the street he was looking for. The street sign was in Flemish – Stevinstraat – and he had to look twice to see the French translation, Rue Stevin.

Sorry for the lengthy quote, but when a character in a Doctor Who novel literally walks past the building that my office is in (not the Berlaymont, but the opposite side of Rue Stevin, just along from the Indian restaurant) I find it worthy of note. (Though the novel is set in 2000 or thereabouts, and I moved in only in 2008.)

I quite liked this Eighth Doctor novel when I first read it in late 2008, and I liked it more this time round. In particular, Fitz’s return after a five-book gap is very welcome, making the reader (or at least this reader) feel that we are getting back to a format we recognise; and new companion Anji has a far better start than the unfortunate Sam or the incomprehensible Compassion. I also appreciated the amnesiac Doctor’s vague memories of his previous life – I find the Eighth Doctor’s repeated vulnerability to amnesia a bit tedious, but this is now the sixth successive amnesiac!Doctor novel so the irritation is wearing off. The notion of orbital launching sites either on the Belgian coast or in Southern England, with or without alien technology, is a bit fanciful but I’ll forgive it. A novel that makes a lot more sense as part of the sequence but is probably decent enough on its own.

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Torchwood Season 2 (2nd half)

I haven’t given up on my New Who rewatch – on the contrary, I’m about to get to The Last Temptation of Sarah Jane Smith – but I am way behind on writing it up; three entries, to be precise, this one and the two I had planned for Season 3 of Doctor Who. Anyway, better late than never. These entries will be brief, with one exception for the story I really hated.

Reset begins with bringing back Martha Jones, which of course is a winner by any standards, and ends by killing Owen, a bold stroke – especially since he is killed by Mr Robinson from Neighbours (I never trusted that man). Martha going undercover was very reminiscent of Harry Sullivan in Robot. The Singularity Scalpel is pretty scary, especially when it’s being used to save Martha from a gruesome fate.

Dead Man Walking is a bit weaker. Jack just happening to find the right weird little girl who knew where the spare Resurrection gauntlet was, hmmm. The giant reset button at the end to restore Martha back to health, hmmm. The bits in between were better; Owen adapting to his new existence, and the horror in the hospital, both well enough done.

But we are back on form with A Day In The Death, tremendously lifted by both Burn Gorman doing both comedy and pathos as dead Owen, and Richard Briers even though all he does is lie there dying. The biggest downside is Torchwood’s peculiar approach to human resources issues, which hasn’t improved since the end of the previous season. (I confess that I missed the references to Thomas Covenant, and will watch for them if I give this episode another go.)

And Something Borrowed shows Torchwood doing comedy and largely succeeding at it. I don’t insist that Who and its spinoffs be serious all the time, but I do prefer it not to be half-hearted, and this episode compares rather favourably with the equivalent Buffy (Hell’s Bells). Nerys Hughes is fantastic, especially as the shape-changing monster, and the Rhys/Gwen/Jack tension is done rather better than usual. Eve Myles gets a chance to really shine here.

I didn’t much like From Out Of The Rain when I first saw it, but I think I must just have been in a bad mood. Like the other P.J. Hammond episode (Small Worlds) it’s a bit of a step aside from the usual run, reaching back into a black-and-white past; but since Torchwood is supposed to be a decades-old organisation, and Jack a centuries-old time-travelling immortal, that’s appropriate enough. Not trying to hard, yet succeeding. (the Ghostmaker turns up shortly in Who as Davros.)

Chris Chibnall is often the target of fan hostility, but Adrift is one of his better episodes. It’s a bit surprising that a show set in the liminal surroundings of Cardiff Bay did not make much of the sea as a place of horror (some of the books, notably Another Life and Something in the Water, do use it). The idea of the island of secrets, itself one of Jack’s many secrets, and the human consequences of its existence, is all basically sound and executed well.

If Adrift is one of Chibnall’s better episodes, Fragments is definitely one of his worst. I sat through it basically scoring to see if it is as bad as End of Days. My verdict: not quite, but nearly. The idea of an entire bombed building collapsing on our team but in such a way that they are all able to walk away afterwards is offensively ludicrous.The origin stories for Owen, Toshiko and especially Jack are just offensive. The bit with Ianto and the pterodactyl is the only thing that lifts this dismal piece of work above End of Days, and not very far at that.

Finally, Exit Wounds is not brilliant but not awful either. The biggest problem is that Lachlan Niebohr as Jack’s brother Gray appears to be asleep while acting, which is challenging if you are playing the mega-villain. The other big problem is that too much is packed in and we barely adjust to Spike Captain John Hart being the psychopath before we discover that it’s actually Gray who is the psychopath. (So why did Spike Captain John Hart blow up the building last week then?) But one can forgive it a lot for the bold step of killing off Owen (again) and Toshiko. And the notion of Jack being frozen since Roman times is also rather good, so good that Moffat uses it for Who a few years later.

Apart from the abysmal Fragments, and with some reservations for Dead Man Walking and Exit Wounds, this run is of much more consistently decent quality than the equivalent run from the first season.

Edited to add: I forgot to do obituaries for Owen and Tosh, the first two regular characters in the Whoniverse to be killed off simultaneously (although for the second time in Owen’s case).

Owen is certainly the more interesting character, converted from total slimeball for most of the first series, to heroic sidekick who sometimes dares to think for himself, to heroic corpse. I never quite liked him but I did become interested in watching him. Burn Gorman of course goes on to greater stuff.

Tosh, on the other hand, gets pencilled in as the geek with occasional disruptive bursts of sexuality rather early in the series, and stays there. What’s noticeable is that she gets three romantic episodes to Owen’s one (Greeks Bearing Gifts, Sleeper and Adam) but she effectively gets a character reset at the end of each, whereas Owen’s romance in Out Of Time is transformative for him. It’s not as important a character in the minds of the writers, and it shows; a Jenna effect, perhaps?

Coming next: Donna Noble!

< The Curse of Fatal Death | The Webcasts | Rose – Dalek | The Long Game – The Parting of the Ways | Comic Relief 2006 – The Girl in the Fireplace | Rise of the Cybermen – Doomsday | Everything Changes – They Keep Killing Suzie | Random Shoes – End of Days | Smith and Jones – 42 | Human Nature / The Family of Blood – Utopia / The Sound of Drums / Last of the Time Lords & The Infinite Quest | Revenge of the Slitheen – The Lost Boy & Time Crash | Voyage of the Damned – Adam | Reset – Exit Wounds

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May Books 6) The Judas Pair, by Jonathan Gash

Just when I was in paradise the phone rang.

This is the very first Lovejoy novel, published in 1977 and adapted for TV as part of the first season in 1986. It is interesting coming to it after having read more than half of the rest of the series. Very few of the other books are really recognisable as murder mysteries; they tend to spiral off into grand conspiracies involving antiques and treachery, ending without much resolution. But here there is an actual suspicious death involving obscure antiques (the eponymous pair of duelling pistols) and when Lovejoy is called upon to locate the pistols he inevitably investigates the murder as well, and what’s more solves it. It is also noticeable that Lovejoy’s supernatural ability to detect antiques is a bit less well developed here than in some later books, and that Tinker Dill (played so lovably by Dudley Sutton on TV) is not the repellent character he becomes later in the sequence.

One very negative point: Lovejoy hits his girlfriend in the first chapter. I am surprised that this was acceptable in 1977 and I would like to think that it would not be acceptable now. I suspect that this (and much else) was omitted from the TV adaptation.

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May Books 5) Doors Open, by Ian Rankin

‘I spent a lot of time in the library.’
‘Might explain why I don’t remember you – I only went there the one time, took out The Godfather.’
‘Was that for recreational purposes or for training?’

An excellent story of a raid on the National Gallery of Scotland, mostly from the point of view of the upper-middle class robbers who hire an underworld boss as an accomplice, and also that of the detective investigating them. I expected the tension to be about whether or not they would be caught – and knowing Rankin, either is possible – but in fact there was an excellent twist at the end when the real story is revealed.

I see there’s a new Rebus novel out, coming in paperback next month. One for the list.

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The Brussels dialect of English

Thanks to both Cory Doctorow and Bruce Sterling for linking to this "brief list of misused English terminology in EU publications", one of a staggering number of guidelines for translators in and for the EU institutions.

On one level, it's a fair cop. I have certainly encountered every single usage listed by the writer of the document (attributed to one Jeremy Gardner) during my 14 years in Brussels, particularly in the last six years when my office has been in the heart of the EU quarter. (The document omits "cocktail", which in Brussels means a reception where wine and snacks are served, but never actual cocktails.)

But on the other hand, I find myself dissatisfied with some of the analysis. One or two of the listed usages are clearly wrong – for instance, I'll agree that "punctually" or "opportunity" should never be used as illustrated. However, what is the problem with using "badge" to mean a security pass, even if it is not stuck or sewn onto your clothing? And "comitology" and "cabinet" are certainly terms of art which are taught to every student of EU structures and actually have Wikipedia articles (linked); they may not be in the OED but they clearly have legitimacy through widespread use. This is not just the way the EU crowd write, it is the way they talk, and on one level this looks like an attempt to constrain the natural development of linguistic communication to arbitrary rules set by people who are not in the conversation.

In fairness, this document was intended for a fairly small audience – those translators who are drafting material for readers outside the Eurobubble. Considered as a guide to making EU documents comprehensible to native speakers of English (and those who use it professionally as a second language outside the EU context) it is probably a very useful piece of work. But my anarchist soul wishes it had been presented as a dictionary of the Brussels dialect of English, rather than a finger-wagging set of admonitions about right and wrong usage.

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May Books 4) Toy Soldiers, by Paul Leonard

There was a long silence. Finally the Recruiter said, ‘YOU’RE CORRECT. I’VE MADE A MISTAKE. THE WAR WILL NOW STOP.’

Yet another whiney review from me I’m afraid (I’ll just say that I am really enjoying the books I am reading at present, so things will lighten up when I finish them). Leonard has the Seventh Doctor, Benny, Chris and Roz encountering an alien computer which is kidnapping children in 1919 to turn them into perfect soldiers. Even in 1995, when this was published, this must have seemed a desperate attempt to rewrite The War GamesWarriors of Kudlak takes the same rather improbable wrinkle of using children but does it far far better. The premise is weak, the violence is nasty and gratuitous, and the evil computer is persuaded to see the error of its ways after hearing three sentences from the Doctor. As I read through the New Adventures and the Eighth Doctor Adventures in parallel, the newer strand has generally felt weaker, but that’s not the case this month.

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