Ick

I had a good evening yesterday: met up with an old friend who has just moved to this city and was able to show her some of the sights before going to my favourite restaurant.

But at 3 am, it was a different matter, and I found myself, as they say, talking to God on the great white telephone. ‘Orrible stomach cramps rather impeded my attempts to get back to sleep.

On top of all that, I had a very important meeting at 0930 (with Alexander Downer, who will be known to Australian readers if not to many others). My desperate emails asking if the meeting could be postponed received no reply, so I struggled to the vertical position and arrived at the UN compound half an hour late. Downer took it in his stride, but I was rather mortified.

I came back to the hotel and have been in bed ever since. My dinner companion of last night – who like me had the excellent swordfish at El Sabor Latino – is in perfect health, so I must simply have been unlucky with the water or something.

I called this evening’s dinner companion to cancel our arrangement, and asked whether he thought I should try sweating it out at a hamam (Turkish bath). He said it certainly wouldn’t do any harm! But I then found I didn’t really have the energy to even walk round the corner to the nearest one.

Well, rest and cups of sweet black and/or herbal tea are probably all that I need. Home tomorrow, all being well.

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Sensual pleasure: being shaved

So, I’m in an eastern Mediterranean city, my first meeting isn’t until 1100, I’ve had my breakfast by 0900 and I need a haircut. And I haven’t shaved since Friday. The concierge directs me to the nearest barber, and where my hair is duly shortened. I seem to be the first customer of this week; a small boy stares at the pasty-faced foreigner who doesn’t speak their language.

And then the barber offers to shave me as well, and I accept. I am 42 years old, and have never been shaved by any hand other than my own. The small boy lathers up a huge shaving brush – foam all over it; he rinses off the handle and sets it down for the barber (who is also young, but they don’t look related – brother-in-law? step brother?). Many layers of towels are laid over me, and then the foam; and then the barber comes at me with a sharp sharp cut-throat razor. My throat feels very exposed; but then, like a junior wolf, I submit.

Like most teenage boys, I simply adopted my father’s shaving habits – shaving brush and ordinary soap, Wilkinson safety razor, do it twice over – and have gradually moved to my own variation – shaving gel, Gillette Mach 3, a single run over the relevant area is enough. Occasionally hairdressers have nibbled around the edges of my scalp with a straight razor, but now it’s a comfortable stroking of the blade against my skin, separating off the bristles from the follicles, looking clean, feeling smooth. He pulls at my lips to get at the tricky bits in the corners of my mouth and under my nose.

And then he does it again, to catch anywhere he missed first time. And all the other trimmings as well, including patting my ears with flaming alcohol to get the hairs there; a bit alarming, but effective. The little boy pinches and pulls at my arm muscles, presumably his idea of a massage, for that extra bit of service. And the whole lot, including haircut, costs me €20. Money well spent.

It’s 1045. time to go.

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September Books 6) The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd

I have been working my way through various US bestsellers of recent years, due to various manipulations of the top unread books lists in various places. This one is about a teenage white girl in about 1964, who flees her abusive father to the far side of South Carolina, where she ends up living with the same black family of bee-keepers who had sheltered her mother many years before. There’s lots of lovely symbolism in the processes of apiculture and (more unexpectedly) the Blessed Virgin Mary. I couldn’t help but notice, though, that the laudatory blurbs all seemed to be by white critics; I wonder how this has been received in the black community?

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September Books 4-5) The Doctor Who Programme Guide, by Jean-Marc Lofficier

Back in 1981 it seemed like centuries since the last Doctor Who reference book had come out (it was three years since the second edition of The Making of Doctor Who). We fans grasped eagerly at the two rather slim volumes produced in the break between the Fourth and Fifth Doctors. The first volume is a recapitulation of cast, crew and plot from the first eighteen seasons of Who; the second an A-Z of characters, creatures and concepts in the Whoniverse up to that point in time.

They are pretty thin by even the standards of the day. Characters and events from the less fashionable end of the Hartnell and Troughton eras get pretty short shrift (eg the entry in volume 2 for Ping-Cho, whch reads, in its entirety, “Chinese girl”).

The two volumes are a good model for how to do a comprehensive guide for Who, but not a brilliant example of the execution. (Numerous misprintls – poor John Abineri!)

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Four BF audios

The fourth series of Companion Chronicles from Big Finish is off to an excellent start.

After the rather unexpected posthumous return of Sara Kingdom in Home Truths, Simon Guerrier has a tricky problem for the sequel: how to combine Sara’s unusual position of partial resurrection in the far future with the format-dictated reminiscence of an adventure with One and Steven. He does it very well, with future-Sara essentially on trial for her continued existence, recounting a rather eerie claustrophobic tale of a waterlogged asteroid, which ties in rather well psychologically to her existential dilemma. Very well done by Jean Marsh and Niall McGregor.

The events of 1688-90 period in England, Scotland and Ireland are ever so slightly controversial, among the decreasing minority who care, so I was interested to see how Jamie, Zoe and Two would fit into it – Big Finish has tackled similar bits of history very badly (The Marian Conspiracy) and very well (The Settling). Jonathan Morris is definitely towards the upper end of the scale with The Glorious Revolution, which takes Jamie back to the precise origin of his own personal history, with the crew landing in London in 1688 as James II’s rule is tottering; on the one hand, we get a fair perspective that the Glorious Revolution was not especially glorious if you were not an English Protestant; on the other, James II was a pretty bad king, even though he had been an excellent military strategist in his brother’s reign. Fraser Hines is excellent as a Jacobite who discovers that his hero has feet of clay; likewise Andrew Fettes as both James II and a Time Lord sent to investigate a potential time anomaly. I felt the plot itself didn’t quite cohere in terms of the time-paradox sub-genre, but Morris’s mostly excellent writing distracted me for most of the time. (The arbitrary executions of Judge Jeffreys, as depicted, are however out of place for 1688 in London; even the notorious Hanging Assizes actually had assizes.)

It’s striking that both of these plays are flashbacks from the point of view of Sara and Jamie, respectively, and that the framing narrative is given a decent prominence.

Meanwhile the main narrative of Big Finish plays is staggering along:

The Company of Friends is actually four separate Eighth Doctor plays, each with a different companion: Benny Summerfield (who is mainly a Seventh Doctor companion but did appear in the first Eight Doctor spinoff novel), Fitz Kreiner (who is apparently in more Doctor Who books than any other companion), Izzy (from the DWM comics) and Mary Shelley (from out of nowhere). I must say I felt that a lot of this was not my personal canon, as Andrew Hickey would put it. The one I enjoyed most was with the companion I knew least, Izzy’s story, with its very witty portrayal of late 70s comics fandom; the Fitz and Benny stories were OK, the Mary Shelley one didn’t quite hang together for me.

I keep on enjoying the Six/Charley plays despite my inclination, and Patient Zero was no exception. The Doctor is absolutely aware that Charley Pollard is much more than she has admitted; but Charley now finds herself substituted by a mysterious invisible alien which takes over her very being; meanwhile the Doctor is defending himself from the Viyrans (boo!) and Daleks (yay!). A great set-up for the next two stories.

Big Finish has been moving towards story arcs – the Fifth Doctor / Guardians one earlier this year, for instance – and it is a welcome change of gear: The Company of Friends suffers a bit because it goes the other way (four stories, rather than a third of a story, in the one release). The Companion Chronicles, which ought by rights to be rather more format-bound, feel a bit more vibrant right now.

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September Books 2) Half a Life, by V.S. Naipaul

Having enjoyed A House for Mr Biswas, I tried this as a follow-up, but did not enjoy it as much. Naipaul’s protagonist is Indian, and gets a scholarship to study in London, where he starts to make a career as a journalist and writer; and then he abruptly goes to Africa with his current lover. The best thing about the book is the vivid sense of place of the three settings – the immediate post-independence period in India, the London literary sub-culture, and the African colony lurching towards independence: I really felt immersed in the settings, both the physical and human aspects of the geography.

That said, the book is rather frustratingly incomplete. There is occasional name-dropping of real people – Krishna Menon, Arthur Christiansen, Che Guevara; but I couldn’t really understand the contrast between on the one hand this specificity about real people, and the very well conveyed sense of place, and on the other a geographical coyness. Why not name the Portuguese colony on the east coast of Africa? (There is only one, after all.) Why not be more specific about Willie’s home town in India? Perhaps the point is to make it a more universal critique of colonialism, but I think it would have been more effective without the vagueness.

It’s not a very cheerful book. Willie makes love to many women, but doesn’t really appear to enjoy it, or to like them very much. I don’t think it is misogynistic – Willie’s sister, and his Portuguese African girlfriend, are both memorable characters with their own motivations – but it’s not especially upllifting. It is, however, mercifully short.

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Reading lists, revised

The reading list system I set up four months ago has been pretty satisfactory. I’m changing it just a bit and also adding a couple more for the rest of this year.

  1. unread sf (excluding Who), in order of entry onto my LibraryThing catalogue:
    1. Appleseed by John Clute
    2. White Crow by Mary Gentle
    3. The Year’s Best Science Fiction Twenty-Second Annual Collection, edited by Gardner Dozois
    4. Irish tales of terror, edited by Jim McGarry
    5. Forbidden Acts, edited by Nancy A. Collins
  2. unread sf (excluding Who), in order of popularity on LibraryThing as a whole:
    1. Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett
    2. Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
    3. The Wandering Fire by Guy Gavriel Kay
    4. The Darkest Road by Guy Gavriel Kay
    5. Kushiel’s Scion by Jacqueline Carey
  3. unread sf (excluding Who), as owned by me before start of this year and previously read by you here:
    1. Fairyland by Paul McAuley
    2. Queen City Jazz by Kathleen Ann Goonan
    3. Appleseed by John Clute
    4. The Best Science Fiction of the Year #4, edited by Terry Carr
    5. Shakespeare’s Planet by Clifford D. Simak
  4. unread fiction other than sf or Ian Rankin, in order of entry onto my LibraryThing catalogue:
    1. Labyrinth by Kate Mosse
    2. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
    3. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
    4. Thirteen Steps Down: A Novel by Ruth Rendell
    5. Notre-Dame of Paris (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) by Victor Hugo
  5. unread fiction other than sf or Ian Rankin, in order of popularity on LibraryThing as a whole:
    1. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
    2. The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
    3. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
    4. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
    5. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
    6. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
  6. unread fiction other than sf or Ian Rankin, as owned by me before start of this year and previously read by you here:
    1. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
    2. Corrections by Jonathan Franzen
    3. Notre-Dame of Paris (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) by Victor Hugo
    4. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
    5. Njal’s Saga by Leifur Eiricksson
  7. non-fiction, in order of entry onto my LibraryThing catalogue:
    1. England’s Troubles : Seventeenth-Century English Political Instability in European Context by Jonathan Scott
    2. The Meaning of Tingo by Adam Jacot de Boinod
    3. The Jesuits by Jonathan Wright
    4. The Two Faces of Islam: Saudi Fundamentalism and Its Role in Terrorism by Stephen Schwartz
    5. Radical Islams Rules: The Worldwide Spread of Extreme Sharia Law by Paul Marshall
  8. non-fiction, in order of popularity on LibraryThing as a whole:
    1. The Stuff of Thought:: Language as a Window into Human Nature by Steven Pinker
    2. Diplomacy by Henry Kissinger
    3. Ever Since Darwin: Reflections in Natural History by Stephen Jay Gould
    4. Untold Stories by Alan Bennett
    5. Proust and the Squid: The Story and Science of the Reading Brain by Maryanne Wolf
  9. non-fiction, as owned by me before start of this year and previously read by you here:
    1. The Oxford Book of Modern Science Writing, edited by Richard Dawkins
    2. A History of the Middle East by Peter Mansfield
    3. The Great Tradition by F.R. Leavis
    4. Constantinople by Philip Mansel
  10. books I have already read but haven’t reviewed on-line, ranked by LT popularity:
    1. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
    2. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
    3. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
    4. Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut
    5. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
  11. Hugo-award winning novels which I haven’t previously reviewed on-line, in order of winning the award:
    1. Stand on Zanzibar, by John Brunner
    2. To Your Scattered Bodies Go by Philip Jose Farmer
    3. Where late the sweet birds sang by Kate Wilhelm
    4. The uplift war by David Brin
    5. Hyperion by Dan Simmons
    6. The Vor Game by Lois McMaster Bujold
  12. unread Doctor Who books, in order of internal continuity:
    1. Zeta Major by Simon Messingham
    2. Imperial Moon by Christopher Bulis
    3. Doctor Who – Slipback by Eric Saward
    4. Time of Your Life by Steve Lyons
    5. The Algebra of Ice by Lloyd Rose
  13. unread Doctor Who books, in order of LT popularity (changed from previous restriction to just New Series Adventures):
    1. Doctor Who Programme Guide: v. 1 by Jean-Marc Lofficier
      The Nightmare of Black Island by Mike Tucker
    2. Doctor Who: A Celebration : Two Decades Through Time and Space by Peter Haining
    3. Wooden Heart by Martin Day
    4. The Pirate Loop by Simon Guerrier
    5. Nightshade by Mark Gatiss
    6. Cat’s Cradle: Times Crucible by Marc Platt
  14. Ian Rankin novels, in order (NB am expecting Strip Jack to arrive shortly in which case it goes at the head of the list):
    1. The Black Book
    2. Mortal Causes
    3. Let It Bleed
    4. Black and Blue
    5. The Hanging Garden
  15. books owned only by me on LT, in order of entry into my catalogue (NB the first of these has since picked up other owners):
    1. Power & Light (The Collected Stories of Roger Zelazny: Volume Two) by Roger Zelazny
    2. Doctor Who Quiz Book #3
    3. "Doctor Who" Void Vision Activity Book
    4. Liberal Language: Speeches and Essays 1998-2003 by Graham Watson
    5. A People’s Peace for Cyprus: Testing public opinion on the options for a comprehensive settlement by Alexandros Lordos
  16. books by PoC, in order of entry into my catalogue:
    1. Half a Life by V.S. Naipaul
    2. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
    3. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
    4. Wild Sweet Love by Beverly Jenkins
    5. Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman
    6. Pomegranate Soup by Marsha Mehran
  17. New list: books acquired before 2006, not otherwise listed or reviewed:
    1. An Empire of Plants: People and Plants that Changed the World by Toby Musgrave
    2. Islam: A Short History by Karen Armstrong
    3. Wheel Of Engaged Buddhism : New Map Of The Path by Kenneth Kraft
    4. Ta Hsueh and Chung Yung
    5. Mr. Bloomfield’s Orchard : The Mysterious World of Mushrooms, Molds, and Mycologists by Nicholas P. Money
  18. Another new list: books acquired by me since 2005, not otherwise listed or reviewed:
    1. Paris Gold Guide (Bonechi Gold Guides) by Giovanna Magi
    2. Year’s Best SF 6, edited by David G. Hartwell
    3. Year’s Best SF 7, edited by David G. Hartwell
    4. Year’s Best SF 8, edited by David G. Hartwell
    5. Who Saved Bosnia by Vitomir Miles Raguz

Progress, as ever, to be reported here.

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Star Of The County Down

It’s time for an earwormy post.

Since childhood I have loved the traditional Irish song, “The Star of the County Down” – not so much because of the words, which are a decent enough encapsulation of male fantasy for the attractive babe who has just walked past, but more for the associations with my ancestral stmping grounds which are indeed near to Banbridge, and also for the tune which is very catchy and memorable. Tying in with certain of my other interests, one of my favourite renditions is by The Orthodox Celts, a band from Belgrade who have moved to adopt someone else’s culture (note the landscape shots, partly against a photo backdrop of authentic County Down drumlins and partly against very Serbian looking wheatfields):

(lyrics here.)

I listened to Classic FM a lot in the summer and to my surprise at one point heard this rather wonderful piece by Ralph Vaughan-Williams:

I recognised the tune at once, of course, but had never heard of “Dives and Lazarus”, upon which which this was supposedly a set of five variations, But it is a well enough known folk song, apparently, performed below by Vilma Pääkkö at a festival in Pori. (lyrics here.)

Anglicans being as they are, the tune has been adopted and adapted into the canon of hymn tunes as “Kingsfold”, and thus as the tune of “O Sing a Song of Bethlehem” and “I Heard the Voice of Jesus”. Version of the folk tune, according to Wikipedia, are also to be found as “Gilderoy” (in Scotland), “The Thresher” and “Cold blows the wind” (in unspecified localities) and “The Murder of Maria Martin” (in Norfolk). Classic FM seemed to know of several versions of it arranged by Holst as well. I didn’t find any terribly compelling performances of these on-line, but feel free to share if you know of any.

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The Way Back, again

A couple of years back I started, but didn’t finish, rewatching Blake’s 7. I’m giving it another try for , and so started inevitably by returning to “The Way Back”. On top of my comments from last time, I will add the following two points once the discussion starts:

First, the look of it is even better than I remembered. The camera shots through bars, or stairs angled to look like bars, reinforce the claustrophobia. The close-ups on Blake’s eye bring home to us that his perception (and thus ours) has been altered and may not be completely reliable. The silent guards in their masks and black uniforms are very sinister indeed. The shots of Blake’s memory being wiped are effective so it’s not surprising that they get used twice.

Second, the show does a good job of subverting our expectations for what kind of series this is going to be. The very first word from an on-screen character is spoken by former child star Gillian Bailey, who was one of the Double Deckers (if you don’t know, don’t ask). Then we go to the rebel meeting chaired by Robert Beatty, veteran of various screen performances (Who fans will know him as the General in The Tenth Planet). It looks rather as if Bailey and Beatty are going to play central characters in this new series; but they are mercilessly mown down. (A bit like Temmosus of the Thals, with some important differences.)

Then it loolks like Blake may be sprung by his lawyer, even though the lawyer and his wife are played by less luminous actors, and we may be moving towards a series with Blake’s new friends Jenna and Vila in space, and Tel and Maja Varon as his agents on earth, Blake somehow operating in between. But the Varons too are killed, off-screen, though we glimpse their twisted corpses.

The Way Back gives us no idea of what sort of show this is going to turn into. The first episode ends with Blake’s permanent deportation from Earth, for crimes he didn’t commit, his only allies killed by the government. It is not a happy ending, but it certainly left my ten-year-old self wanting to watch more back in 1978.

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Great Fire of London

If you haven’t been following , this is a good day to dip in:

Jane called us up about three in the morning, to tell us of a great fire they saw in the City…

So I made myself ready presently, and walked to the Tower, and there got up upon one of the high places, Sir J. Robinson’s little son going up with me; and there I did see the houses at that end of the bridge all on fire, and an infinite great fire on this and the other side the end of the bridge; which, among other people, did trouble me for poor little Michell and our Sarah on the bridge….

Everybody endeavouring to remove their goods, and flinging into the river or bringing them into lighters that layoff; poor people staying in their houses as long as till the very fire touched them, and then running into boats, or clambering from one pair of stairs by the water-side to another….

…to White Hall, and there up to the Kings closett in the Chappell, where people come about me, and did give them an account dismayed them all, and word was carried in to the King. So I was called for, and did tell the King and Duke of Yorke what I saw, and that unless his Majesty did command houses to be pulled down nothing could stop the fire. They seemed much troubled, and the King commanded me to go to my Lord Mayor from him, and command him to spare no houses, but to pull down before the fire every way.

…At last met my Lord Mayor in Canningstreet, like a man spent, with a handkercher about his neck. To the King’s message he cried, like a fainting woman, “Lord! what can I do? I am spent: people will not obey me. I have been pulling down houses; but the fire overtakes us faster than we can do it.”

…However, we had an extraordinary good dinner, and as merry, as at this time we could be….

So near the fire as we could for smoke; and all over the Thames, with one’s face in the wind, you were almost burned with a shower of firedrops….

We staid till, it being darkish, we saw the fire as only one entire arch of fire from this to the other side the bridge, and in a bow up the hill for an arch of above a mile long: it made me weep to see it. The churches, houses, and all on fire and flaming at once; and a horrid noise the flames made, and the cracking of houses at their ruins….

…And got my bags of gold into my office, ready to carry away…

And I think there will be more tomorrow.

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September Books 1) Anglo-Norman Ulster, by T.E. McNeill

This is a fairly slim volume detailing archæological and historical records of the Anglo-Norman Earldom of Ulster, which was set up by a lightning conquest of Downpatrick by the Norman adventurer John De Courcy in 1177, and then gradually subsided out of history in the fourteenth to fifteenth centuries. I have a personal genealogical interest in the subject, which I will save for another post; but most people who have lived in Northern Ireland will be familiar with the monuments of the Norman period – most notably Carrickfergus Castle, possibly also Inch Abbey and Greyabbey, with their ruined Gothic arches still visible, and Dundrum Castle farther south.

But the Normans did not penetrate very far inland, as this map from the book demonstrates:

Essentially, there is an arc of settlement from Dundrum Bay through Downpatrick and Lecale up around the Ards Peninsula through Bangor, petering out around Belfast (but not up the western shore of Strangford Lough); another arc from Antrim Town through Newtownabbey and Carrickfergus up to Larne; and a more diffuse concentration in the northwest Antrim/Coleraine area. And that’s it, bar a few outposts elsewhere (Greencastle Co Down, Greencastle Co Donegal, Dromore, dubious religious endowments further in). De Courcy’s wife was a Viking princess, and it’s impossible not to look at that map and see that the sea connections matter much more than the land links. From the mid-fourteenth century, the only part of Ulster that remained securely under Dublin/English control was Carrickfergus Castle, which is much more easily supplied by sea (much later on, that was where William III landed in 1690).

The story of the Earldom is not just a landgrab by adventurers (of the kind the Normans and their kin were engaged in from Newfoundland to Palestine) then eroded by the natives coming back. For a start, De Courcy was able to exploit a power vacuum when he arrived in 1177, after the local chieftains in Downpatrick had killed each other off. It’s an episode which looks rather odd viewed in the context of the rest of Henry II’s Irish policy, in that normally the practice was to marry into the ruling clans and demand submission fromt he rulers rather than simply kill them off. I wish McNeill had looked at it in the context of the career of De Courcy’s father-in-law, which I think helps make more sense of it. In any case, it’s clear that local actors were vigorous behind the scenes in ensuring that De Courcy, a rather young but obviously charismatic man, took and held power along the eastern Ulster littoral until King John got tired of him in 1204.

The Earldom might well have prospered in the long term – it seems to have been economically self-sustaining, and a committed Earl could usually ensured that the neighbouring Irish chieftains would occupy themselves fighting each other – had it not been for catastrophic dynastic failure in the mid-fourteenth century. McNeill discounts previous historians’ suggestions that the Earldom was killed off by the devastating invasion of the Bruce brothers in 1315, as documentary records show it was still a going concern for several years after (and also, I would add, that the Scots were no worse at devastating than the various Irish and Norman devastators of the previous 120 years).

Instead he points to the deaths in quick succession of the heir to the earldom, John de Burgh, in 1312; the Red Earl himself, Richard de Burgh, in 1326, and then his grandson via John, the Brown Earl, William de Burgh, murdered in a family feud in Belfast (almost the first thing that is ever recorded to have happened in Belfast) in 1333, leaving the earldom to an infant daughter in the care of his mother, John de Burgh’s widow. She was a redoubtable woman who was widowed three times and founded Clare College, Cambridge, but maintaining her granddaughter’s inherited property from her own first marriage was not among her priorities, and while the title of Earl of Ulster eventually merged into the royal family (and is now held by the 20th in line to the throne), the lands, apart from Carrickfergus Castle as mentioned above, were left to fend for themselves and mostly ended up back in Irish rather than Norman hands.

Lots more here about architecture and economics (and far more about pottery than one would have thought possible, given that a) there is very little of it and b) it is very boring), but it is inevitably the politics that grabbed my attention.

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WHITE, SIR NICHOLAS (d. 1593), master of the rolls in Ireland, described as of Whites Hall, near Knocktopher, co. Kilkenny, a descendant of one of the early Pale settlers, was a relative apparently, perhaps the son, of James White of Waterford, gentleman, to whom Henry VIII in 1540 granted a lease of the rectory of Dunkitt in co. Kilkenny (Cal. Plants, Hen. VIII, p. 154). He is surmised to be identical with the ‘Nicholas Whyt’ mentioned in the codicil to the will of James Butler, ninth earl of Ormonde and Ossory (MoRRiN, Cal. Patent Rolls, i. 133). He is mentioned in April 1563 as a justice of the peace for the counties of Kilkenny and Tipperary, and the following year as recorder of the city of Waterford (Cal. Plants, Eliz. Nos. 542, 666). Visiting England subsequently, he made a favourable impression on Elizabeth and Cecil. On 4 Nov. 1568 the queen directed him to be appointed to the seneschalship of Wexford and the constableship and rule of Leighlin and Ferns, in the room of Thomas Stucley [q. v.] On 18 Jan. following he obtained a grant of the reversion of the lands of Dunbrody in co. Wexford, and of sundry other leases (cf. Cal. Plants, Nos. 1527, 1537, 1543, 1558, 1562, 1572, 1638), with instructions at the same time to be admitted a privy councillor (Cal. State Papers, Irel. Eliz. i. 392, 400). It is noteworthy that his advancement was attributed to the influence of the Earl of Ormonde (ib. i. 404).

On his way back to Ireland he had a curious interview with Mary Queen of Scots at Tutbury in February 1569, of which he sent a detailed account to Cecil (HAYNES, Burghley Papers, pp. 509-12). During the Butlers’ war his property was plundered, and he himself obliged for a time to take refuge in Waterford (Cal. State Papers, Irel. Eliz. i. 406, 412). On 28 May, in consideration of his losses, he obtained a grant of the lands of St. Katherine’s, Leixlip (Cal. Plants, Eliz. No. 1369 ; cf. Cal. Hatfield MSS. i. 413), where he afterwards established his residence. As seneschal of Wexford he kept a firm hand over the Kavanaghs (Cal. State Papers, Irel. Eliz. i. 426), and by his conduct at the siege of Castle Mocollop in May 1571 won the approbation of the lord justice, Sir William Fitzwilliam (ib. i. 457). In September he repaired, with permission from the state to be absent six months, to England. On 14 July 1572 he was appointed master of the rolls in Ireland (patent, 18 July) in succession to Henry Draycott, with concession to retain the office of seneschal of Wexford for the further space of eight months, ‘ in the hope that he may more effectually prosecute those that murdered his son-in-law, Robert Browne ‘ (Cal. Patent Rolls, i. 548 ; SMYTH, Law Officers, p. 60 ; see also under O’BYRXE, FIAGH MACHUGH). At the same time the lord chancellor was directed to accept a surrender from him of his lands in counties Tipperary, Waterford, and Kilkenny for a regrant of them to him in fee-simple.

After his return to Ireland in the autumn of 1572 a dispute arose between him and Archbishop Adam Loftus [q. v.], on the death of the lord chancellor, Robert Weston [q. v.], as to the custody of the great seal, which Loftus claimed ex officio (Cal. State Papers, Irel. Eliz. i. 506, 509). The incident caused bad blood between him and the offifials of English birth, and was followed by disastrous consequences for him. A year or two later he supported the agitation of the gentry of the Pale against cess by refusing to sign the order for their committal [see under NUGENT, SIR CHRISTOPHER, 1544-1602], and drew down upon him the wrath of Sir Henry Sidney, who described him to Walsingham as ‘ the worst of Irishmen ‘ (ib. ii. 117). He offered an explanation of his conduct to Burghley on 13 June 1577, alleging that he had no intention to impugn the queen’s prerogative (Hatjield MSS. ii. 154, 186). But Sidney, who from the first had disliked him as belonging to the faction of his enemy, the Earl of Ormonde, was in no humour to brook opposition from him, and a charge being preferred against him by the attorney-general, Thomas Snagge [a. v.], of remissness in the execution of the duties of his office and of maintaining any cause that touches his countrymen ‘how foul soever it be’ (Cal. State Papers, Irel. Eliz. ii. 124, 126), he was in April 1578 suspended from the mastership of the rolls (Cal. Plants, Eliz. No. 3267). He found, however, a friend in Sir William Drury [q. v.], and in September received permission to repair to England to plead his cause with Burghley (ib. No. 3509). He succeeded in clearing himself of the charges preferred against him by Snagg ; but returning to Ireland, and being reinstated in his ortice, he found a bitter enemy in Sir Henry Wallop [q. v.], who protested strongly against a concordatum of a thousand marks that had been allowed him (Cal. State Papers, Irel. Eliz. ii. 223). He was with the army under Sir William Pelham [q. v.] in Munster during the summer of 1580, corresponding regularly the while with Burghley, to whom he sent Dr. Sanders’s ‘ sanctus bell, and another toy after the manner of a crosse supporting a booke,’ discovered at Castle Island (ib. ii. 236), from which it may be inferred that so far as his religion was concerned there was nothing to find fault with. His misadventure in the matter of the cess did not prevent him generously pleading the cause of Chief-justice Nicholas Nugent [q.v.] to Burghley (ib. ii. 300), and it was probably owing to this circumstance that he was fiercely denounced by Wallop as ‘ a solicitor for all traitors ‘ (ib. ii. 415). Even his successful management of Fiagh MacHugh, the O’Conors, and Kavanaghs, as reported by the council, received from Wallop a sinister interpretation. ‘The cawse,’ he wrote to Walsingham, ‘ that moved him to apprehend the bad fellowes we comende him for in owr joynt letter, grywe by menes that I dyd openly in counsell, the end of the last terme, charge him upon his evell delynge with us bothe in impoynyng and crosynge owr doynges, that he was a coinon advocate for traytors and evell men, that he never apprehendyd, or cawsed to be apprehended, anye traytor, rebell, or evell dysposed parson, nor ever woulde come to the examynatyon or araynement oft* any traytor or conspyrator ‘ (ib. ii. 428). It might have been deemed by Wallop sufficient pledge for his loyalty that he was the author (ib. iv. 292) of the extraordinary trial by combat in September 1583 between Teige MacGilapatrick O’Conor and Conor MacCormack O’Conor (Cal. Carew MSS. ii. 361), in which both combatants lost their lives.

With the arrival of Sir John Perrot as <3eputy in 1584 White's prospects improved. From Perrot he received the honour of knighthood at his taking the oath in Christ Church on 21 June. His gratitude naturally inclined him to take the part of the lord deputy in the many disputes in which the latter was involved almost from the beginning of his government. But neither his gratitude nor his admiration of Perrot's good qualities blinded him to the defects in his character (cf. Cal. State Papers, Irel. Klis. iii. 138). Going the Leinster circuit in the autumn of the same year (1584), White caused forty-eight of the hundred and eighty-one prisoners sent up for trial to be executed, and in the fulfilment of his duty even ventured to visit the redoubtable Fiagh Mac-Hugh O'Byrne in his fastness of Ballinacor, ' where law never approached ' (ib. ii. 531). In December he was sent down into Connaught in order to investigate the charges of extortion preferred against the late governor, Sir Nicholas Malby [q. v.], and on 15 July 1585 was appointed a commissioner for compounding for cess in that province (ib. ii. 542; Cal. Plants, No. 4745). In September 1586 he and Sir Lucas Dillon attended the lord deputy thither, greatly to the annoyance of Sir Kichard Bingham [q. v.], who confidentially described them as l fit instruments ' in Perrot's hands to discover anything against him (ib. iii. 182). Dillon besought Burghley not to let ' the place of our birth scandalise our faithful service ; ' but the fact that they were regarded as wholly subservient to Perrot rendered any cordial action between them and the English section in the council impossible. Everything that White did was misinterpreted. His account of the quarrel between the lord deputy and Marshal Bagenal in the council chamber, though certainly the fairest, was impugned, and an attempt even made to deprive him of the custody of Duncannon Fort, which formed part of his estate at Dunbrody, under the pretence that ' it was unmeet that the same should be put into the hands of any of this country's birth ' (ib. iii. 449). Perrot's successor, Sir William Fitzwilliam, shared the general prejudice against him, alleging that neither he nor Sir Lucas Dillon would set their hand to any letters ' wherein Sir John Perrot is mentioned not to their liking' (ib. iv. 116). In 1589 he was included in the commission for effecting a pacification with the Burkes, whom the alleged arbitrary conduct of Bingham had caused to revolt. In announcing the ill-success of their efforts to Burghley, he remarked that there was a general inclination to lay the blame on Bingham; for himself, he afterwards inclined to take Bingham's part in the matter, as being in his opinion ' altogether inclined to follow the mildest course ' (ib. iv. 161, 263, 276). Shortly afterwards he was involved in the revelations of Sir Denis O'Roughan in the charge of high treason preferred against Perrot, and Fitzwilliam, who was apparently too glad of an excuse for removing him, caused him in June 1590, though extremely ill, to be placed under restraint, at the same time taking effective measures to pn>v en t any personal application on the part of his son to the queen (ib. iv. 343, 354, 357). Two months later he was sent over to England, and, after examination by Sir John Popham (1531 P-1607) [j. v.], was committed to the Marshalsea (ib. iv. 3~), 388). In a subsequent examination in the Star-chamber he admitted that Perrot had complained that the queen’s fears hampered his service; but otherwise nothing of material importance was elicited from him (ib. iv. 439), He was not deprived of his office, and, being apparently allowed to return to Ireland, he died there shortly afterwards, at the end of March cr the beginning of April 1593 (cf. Cat. Fiants, Nos. 5820, 6836).

White married a niece of Arthur Brereton of Killyon, co. Meath, by whom he had two sons Thomas, educated at Cambridge and died in November 1586, and Andrew, likewise educated at Cambridge,who succeeded him and two daughters, one of whom married Robert Browne of Mulcranan, co. Wexford, the other being the wife of Christopher D’Arcy of Platten, co. Meath.

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Books acquired in August

Mona Lisa Overdrive by William Gibson
The TARDIS (Doctor Who Files 12) by BBC Books
"Doctor Who" Files the Cybermen by Justin Richards
The Daleks (Doctor Who Files 7) by Justin Richards
Islands In The Stream by Ernest Hemingway
Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre
The Panda’s Thumb: More Reflections in Natural History by Stephen Jay Gould
Learning and Change in European Foreign Policy: The Case of the Eu Special Representatives by Cornelius Adebahr
"Doctor Who": The Sontaran Games by Jacqueline Rayner
The Darksmith Legacy: The Art of War Bk. 9 by Mike Tucker
Out by Natsuo Kirino
On the Nature of the Universe by Lucretius
"Doctor Who": The Doctor Trap by Simon Messingham
Doctor Who – Snowglobe 7 by Mike Tucker
The Darksmith Legacy: The Pictures of Emptiness Bk. 8 by Jacqueline Rayner
The Darksmith Legacy: The Planet of Oblivion Bk. 7 by Justin Richards
The Darksmith Legacy: The Game of Death Bk. 6 by Trevor Baxendale
The Darksmith Legacy: The Vampire of Paris Bk. 5 by Stephen Cole
The History of the Hobbit: Mr Baggins v. 1 by John D. Rateliff
Fables: 1001 Nights of Snowfall by Bill Willingham
Ringside Seats: An Insider’s View of the Crisis in Northern Ireland by Robert Ramsay
Early Belfast: The Origins and Growth of an Ulster Town to 1750 by Raymond Gillespie
Ireland in the Age of the Tudors, 1447-1603: English Expansion and the End of Gaelic Rule by Steven G. Ellis
"Doctor Who": Peacemaker by James Swallow
"Doctor Who": Ghosts of India by Mark Morris (2009)
George’s Cosmic Treasure Hunt by Lucy Hawking
The Darksmith Legacy: The Depths of Despair Bk. 4 by Justin Richards
The Darksmith Legacy: The Colour of Darkness Bk. 3 by Richard Dungworth
Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney
Fables Vol. 9: Sons of Empire by Bill Willingham
Fables Vol. 10: The Good Prince by Bill Willingham
Doctor Who: The Visual Dictionary by Jacqueline Rayner
"Doctor Who": Beautiful Chaos by Gary Russell
Legacy: A Collection of Personal Testimonies from People Affected by the Troubles in Northern Ireland by BBC Northern Ireland
"Doctor Who": The Eyeless by Lance Parkin
Ship of Fools by Dave Stone
Dragons’ Wrath by Justin Richards
Doctor Who: Atom Bomb Blues by Andrew Cartmel
Doctor Who: Spiral Scratch by Gary Russell
The King of Terror by Keith Topping
Target: A History of the Target Doctor Who Books by David Howe
"Doctor Who": Shining Darkness by Mark Michalowski
"Doctor Who": The Rising Night by Scott Handcock (2009)
The History of the Hobbit: Return to Bag-End v. 2 by John Rateliff
The Darksmith Legacy: The Graves of Mordane Bk. 2 by Colin Brake
The Darksmith Legacy: The Dust of Ages Bk. 1 by Justin Richards
Cyberabad Days by Ian Mcdonald
Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
The Official "Doctor Who" Annual 2010 by BBC
Fables Vol. 8: Wolves by Bill Willingham
Fables Vol. 7: Arabian Nights (and Days) by Bill Willingham
Fables Vol. 6: Homelands by Bill Willingham
The Angel Makers by Jessica Gregson
Autobiography, The: The Kindness of Strangers by Kate Adie (2002)
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August Books

Non-fiction: 12 (YTD 67)

Fiction (non-sf): 9 counting Rankins separately (YTD 41)

SF (non-Who): 10 counting Brusts separately (YTD 58)

Doctor Who and Torchwood: 15 (YTD 42)

Comics: 7 (YTD 25)

9 (YTD 51/252) by women (Paula Devine, Dava Sobel, Harper Lee, Jane Austen, Michelle Magorian, Jessica Gregson, Margo Lanagan, Stephenie Meyer, Keiko Tobe)
1 (YTD 12/252) by PoC (Tobe)
Total page count ~15,000 (YTD ~71,600)
Owned for more than a year: 12 (To Kill A Mockingbird [reread], Swift’s Satires, Pride and Prejudice [reread], Sacred Visions, Lord of Light [reread], Hotel Rwanda, Back Home, Galileo’s Daughter, With the Light, Rebus x 3)
Also reread: none (YTD 26)

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August Books 53) Cornelius Adebahr on the EU’s Special Representatives

Working in the slipstream of EU foreign policy as I do, I have had a lot of dealings with the European Union’s Special Representatives – I have known most of the EUSRs for Macedonia (one of whom is now my colleague), all of the EUSRs for Moldova and the South Caucasus, and several others. One of a number of statements that surprised me in Cornelius Adebahr’s new book, Learning and Change in European Foreign Policy: The Case of the EU Special Representatives, was that they are not particularly well-known outside EU diplomatic circles, and have attracted little attention from academic analysts. I note that three ICG papers which I worked on appear in his bibliography, so I guess I am not in the group of people that he needs to convert.

The EU’s Special Representatives tend to be senior diplomats (occasionally retired politicians or ex-UN officials) hired by the EU to be a European institutional presence in a conflict area. They have a legal basis from the Amsterdam Treaty, which came into force in 1999, but actually first were invented in 1996 in the wake of the Rwanda genocide. They work under EU foreign policy supremo Javier Solana, but (bureaucratic complexity!) are technically employees of the European Commission, and their Brussels offices are not actually in Solana’s splendid Justus Lipsius Building but elsewhere in our neighbourhood. Some are resident in-country (Macedonia, Bosnia, etc) but most are based in Brussels and travel to their region regularly. Their role is partly to be a political face for the EU, representing the collective views of all 27 member states, and partly also to coordinate the various EU actors, and sometimes others as well, on the ground. In Macedonia and Addis Ababa, the EUSR also heads up the relevant Commission office; in Bosnia and Kosovo, he also has a second mandate from a wider international ad hoc groupin (all four of these are thus “double-hatted”).

All of the EUSRs, past and present, have been male.

Adebahr’s theoretical argument is that the behaviour of political institutions can be explained, at least in part, as a learning process, and that the way in which the EU has adapted its procedures to accomodate changing practice with regard to the EUSRs illustrates this. Being a practititoner rather than a theoretician, I have no real idea of how well this fits into current academic debates, and I don’t much care either. Adebahr admits that his organisational learning model is not sufficient to explain how the EU works, but hopes to demonstrate that it is at least necessary; I am myself a bit doubtful about his two key examples of organisational learning in practice, as explained below. His survey of rival theoretical approaches was a bit hasty, and for what it’s worth the stimulus-response model attributed to Bo Hedberg sounds more intuitively attractive to me.

Adebahr succeeds reasonably well in describing the institutional history and set-up of the (rather slim) EUSR apparatus. The biggest problem with analysing the EUSRs is actually that the organisation as such is very thin; most of them operate with only a handful of staff, who tend to get rotated in and out at regular intervals, so the institutional memory is inevitably shallow. Adebahr’s interviewees are, however, deeply embedded insiders including all the serving EUSRs at the time of his research, so he has a good broad view of the situation. There is one significant omission: the European Council’s geographical working groups, many of which operate as standing committees of Brussels-based diplomats, rather than the occasional gatherings of flying visitors from national capitals which he describes. (They and the civilian crisis management staff are absent from the organigram on page 61 which also refers to DG RELEX as “Rolex”. It is a part of the European Commission, not a watch.)

I could not completely agree with Adebahr’s actual detection of organisational learning happening in practice. His strongest finding of it is that EUSRs were removed from the chain of command for EU security or civilian missions in-country in early 2007, and he explains this as a recognition of the fact that as diplomats they tended not to have the necessary expertise in police or justice issues. This is very far from being the whole story. The EU Police Mission in Bosnia in its earlier years famously refused to accept political guidance from the EU Special Representative, who was not a seconded diplomat but Paddy Ashdown, a British politician from a military/security background. I personally have been told by other former EUSRs in other situatiions of their inability to get the EU mission leader in-country to accept their political guidance. Rather than attempting to enforce its own chain of command, the EU decided that the EUSRs should be cut out of it. This seems to me not learning, but making a virtue of bureaucratic necessity and conceding to inertia – I would go further and say that it was the wrong decision. The EUPM in Bosnia, as it originally operated, appeared to be wilfully ignorant of local political context and failed to mesh with the international community’s approach. The bureaucratic shifts of early 2007 probably make such problems more likely, rather than less likely, in future. I interpreted the episode as a turf war in which 150 Avenue Cortenbergh defeated the scattered EUSR offices, rather than an impressive example of organisational learning. I will of course be delighted if the new arrangements work better and I am proved wrong, but I no longer work on the relevant countries so my information is less current.

Likewise, Adebahr’s other example, the re-siting of the EUSRs for Moldova and the South Caucasus to Brussels rather than the officials’ home countries, struck me as a successful reassertion of strength by the Council Secretariat to overcome an anomalous situation originally dictated by questions of human and financial resources, ie Talvitie and Jacobovits de Szeged did not want to move to Brussels, and that was just about tolerable while the Finns and Dutch were picking up the tab, but became difficult once they were brought properly onto EU fundng, and then irrelevant when they were replaced.

Adebahr ends by considering – assuming that the Irish referendum in October approves the Lisbon Treaty – if and how the already extant EUSR structure should be integrated into the proposed European External Action Service (which is studiously not being called a diplomatic corps in order not to frighten the British; comments on this point from British readers are welcome). I have heard rumours that the EEAS, far from the grand merger of Council Secretariat and Commission services for external affairs, trade and development which its inventors imagined, is likely to be a much more modest affair. In any case, Adebahr’s urging of flexibility rather than rigidity of approach is surely correct.

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August Books 52) Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer

Well, this book is not quite as bad as Interview with the Vampire, but that’s roughly the best that can be said for it. The most immediately striking thing about the book is that the writing is rather dull; Bella’s fascination with her own inner dialogue was not shared by this reader. My own favourite vampire series is likely to remain Buffy/Angel, which scores over Twilight by a) being much funnier and b) having characters whose sexuality extends to parts of the body below shoulder level.

The most troubling aspect of the book is that Bella is very passive indeed, entirely surrendering to the guidance of Edward and his fellow vampires – and when she tries to do something on her own she screws up and they have to rescue her. It’s not relevant for my own daughters, but if I did know any teenage girls who were reading this I would want to draw them into conversation about how Real Life may perhaps involve differentiating oneself from a doormat. (Starting with this excellent Buffy vs Edward mashup.)

And although I haven’t seen either film (nor do I have experience of being a teenage girl), I suspect may have a point when she suggests that teenage boys should watch Twilight in order to understand teenage girls’ fantasies, just as teenage girls should watch Porky’s to understand teenage boys’ fantasies. (Hat-tip to .)

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August Books 50) The British Museum Book of Ancient Egypt (edited by A.J. Spencer)

This is a comprehensive full-colour guide to ancient Egyptian civilisation, which I bought when young F was at the height of his Egyptophile phase last year. It is addressed at a grownup readership and covers particularly the issues visible from the British Museum’s own collections. There is a huge amount of detail here, covering three and a half millennia (including the Pharaohs of the First Dynasty – Narmer, Aha, Djer, Djen, Den, Anedjib, Semerkhet and Qaa). It will take me a while to absorb, but two issues jumped out at me for further exploration.

First, I was fascinated to discover the survival of ancient Egyptian literature – stories such as The Tale of Sinuhe, dating from the early to mid Twelfth Dynasty, so around the 19th century BC, 4000 years ago. I must look out for them; apparently there are a couple of volumes edited by R.B. Parkinson in the 1990s.

Second, I was interested to read repeated descriptions of Egypt suffering under and oppressed by its foreign rulers (mainly the Hellenistic pharaohs from Alexander on, though they were not the first). I had always thought of this as rather a nineteenth-century concept, linked with the growth of romantic nationalism in various European countries; my impression was that a lot of people in earlier times ended up with ruling elites who spoke a different language and generally took it in their stride (usually by getting the elites to go native – the Goths in Spain and Italy, the Kievan Rus, the Normans in first Normandy then England and Sicily, the Old English in Ireland). I wonder to what extent the objection to Greek speaking rulers rested on what we would today identify as Egyptian nationalist grounds? Or is the writer (or the reader, ie me) projecting modern concepts onto a very different ancient world?

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Ted Kennedy

My one personal glimpse of Ted Kennedy was on a late evening shuttle flight from New York to Washington several years ago. I was bleary-eyed from the transatlantic leg of my itinerary, and became aware of a guy with a very loud voice who was vigorously fanboying one of the other passengers as we disembarked and had a long wait for the terminal bus. The passenger who was being fanboyed was, indeed, Senator Kennedy, who I am sure would have preferred to have a quiet evening’s journey after a hard day in the Big Apple, but coped with it all very gracefully, with due sensitivity to the other passengers’ fascination with eavesdropping on their exchange. I did not realise it, but his chief of staff at the time – who wasn’t on the plane, but I guess would normally have had the job of deflecting fanboys – was Mary Beth Cahill, who I once spent a week with in Macedonia, and who went on to run John Kerry’s election campaign.

There has been some extraordinary editorialising in the British right-wing press about his record on Ireland, based on a couple of remarks made in the heady days of the early 1970s. Once he had got himself up to speed on the issue, he was pretty firmly on the SDLP line opposing violence, and of course kept it on the agenda in Washington, which did not suit British interests. But to describe him as an IRA sympathiser is wilfully ignorant (to be charitable).

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The Three Doctors, reconsidered

When I first rewatched The Three Doctors a couple of years ago, my assessment of it was pretty harsh, but I gave it another go this last week and saw more merit in it this time. Back in October 2006 it was only the fourth Pertwee story I had watched, and I had not got very far into the Troughton era either, so my basis of comparison was not very broad; taken in consideration of the surrounding stories (especially the immediately preceding, overrated Season 9), The Three Doctors is not bad at all. (Though Terrance Dicks’ novelisation is still an improvement on the broadcast original, particularly because the monsters are not visibly ludicrous.)

I revised upwards my opinion of three of the performances. First, Troughton is not just good, he is excellent, and rather steals the show from Pertwee. He gets a lot of the best lines – there is one about confusing the anti-matter blob by letting it watch television which must surely have been an ad-lib. Second, Courtney’s Brigadier, if considered as an admittedly comedic authority figure, is actually pretty decent and he also gets some good nostalgia moments – thinking that Pertwee has changed back into Troughton and framing the situation as best he can. It’s not the Brigadier of The Invasion or Spearhead from Space, but we haven’t really had him around for a while. And third, the music is not half as bad as I remembered; I think it has to work hard to cover for the awful monsters, but does the job.

This time round I was watching the DVD, which includes a 1993 convention interview with Jon Pertwee and a 1973 Pebble Mill interview with Patrick Troughton – who looks very nervous and ill-at-ease, either he hadn’t yet developed the convention-attending skills he later displayed until the day he died, or perhaps he just wasn’t feeling well. There is also the 1973 Who retrospective from Blue Peter, starting with Pertwee (as himself) driving the Whomobile into the studio and then continuing with a potted history of the show, including Peter Purves introducing himself as Steven by showing Katarina’s death scene from The Daleks’ Master Plan – rather OTT for Blue Peter, I thought, but presumably we have Purves’ choice of clip to thank for its survival when the rest of the episode was trashed.

My copy of the DVD itself has a rather special provenance. A few months ago I noticed that several items of Who memorabilia which had been sent to Verity Lambert as courtesy copies by BBC Enterprises were being auctioned on eBay (to raise funds for cancer research), and I ended up buying this DVD and (slightly by accident) a videotape of An Unearthly Child. The latter had been watched, but Lambert (who died in late 2007) had not opened the DVD, which she must surely have received, probably unsolicited, shortly after its release in 2003. On a couple of the First Doctor DVD commentaries, she remarks that she felt very sorry about Hartnell’s increasingly poor health when they were working together; watching The Three Doctors, Hartnell’s last acting role before his death, would hardly have made her feel better on that score, so I am not surprised that the plastic wrapper was still sealed when I got it.

August Books 49) The Angel Makers, by Jessica Gregson

If I hadn’t somehow come across its author here on livejournal, I might not have picked up The Angel Makers, and that would have been a shame: this is a gripping narrative of a Hungarian village during and after the first world war, whose women resort to murdering their husbands when they return from the army. Almost all the action takes place in the village, stifled and trapped by the monotony of the Pannonian Plain – I saw one review which found this setting unrealistic – clearly by someone who had never been there!

In particular, the central character, Sari Arany (which we can accept as a translatuion convention: in Hungarian she would have been Arany Sari) is a fascinating figure, developing from introspective teenager to being the village midwife, registrar and procurer of poison. The chain of events is triggered by the billeting of captive Italian soldiers in Sari’s boyfriend’s family home, with all the emotional and sexual opportunities they offer for the women of the village. Sari’s unwilling entanglement is entirely credible, and somehow inevitable. She pleads towards the end of the book that she was simply trying to do something for herself, and it rings true.

I read a lot of historical / political literature about conflict, and it tends to centre around the men who dominate historical discourse; The Angel Makers made me think about the histories that are not told. gives Sari a satisfying end to the story, which (having checked up a little on the historical incident on which the story is based) is perhaps a little bit unrealistic, but even so it is done in a way which stuck in my mind. An excellent read.

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