Because I didn't want to clutter up the What Are You Reading thread with the way this book perpetually perks its folly in my face.
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 11:18 (seven years ago) Permalink
On a rainy morning in early December, an 82-year-old woman sat in her front room at 42 Pepys Road, looking out at the street through a lace curtain. Her name was Petunia Howe...
Don't be absurd! Also, reader wonders whether she is distantly or even closely related to Geoffrey.
The proprietor of 51 Pepys Road, the house across the road from Petunia Howe's, was at work in the City of London. Roger Yount sat at his office desk at his bank, Pinker Lloyd, doing sums.
I hope you're already getting a sense of fatigue at the toiling rhythm and progress of his sentences, the way he leaves nothing to chance.
It was late afternoon. Roger sat on one of the sofas in his office,
Stop telling me the time of day.
Ahmed Kamal, who owned the shop (sorry thomp) at the end of Pepys Road, number 68, came awake 3.59 in the morning, one minute before his alarm was set to go off.
Please stop telling me the time of day. Also - came awake?
Shahid Kamal, who was due to work a shift at the family shop between eight o'clock in the morning and six o'clock in the evening, walked down the street at a brisk clip.
At number 51 Pepys Road, Mrs Arabella Yount...
At ten o'clock Shahid was stacking...
Two weeks before Christmas, Petunia sat...
I've reached Part 2. Things are going to start happening!
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 11:19 (seven years ago) Permalink
You can't buy this sort of publicity. Will read (this thread).
― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 11:23 (seven years ago) Permalink
Didn't bring the book with me today, of course.
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 11:29 (seven years ago) Permalink
I was on the verge of ordering this yesterday, will hold off on that one then.
― Homosexual Satan Wasp (Matt DC), Friday, 9 March 2012 11:47 (seven years ago) Permalink
Can tell you the characters of course.
You just have to insert ffs or 'oh god' after each one:
Petunia Howe - an octogenarian lady who notices how young people like doctors are etc.
Roger and Arabella Yount - a wealthy banker and his wife who likes shopping and spas and says 'dahling'.
Quentina Mkfesi BSc MSc - a Zimbabwean refugee (escaping political death squads), who can't be deported, and who has a job as a traffic warden.
'Bogdan' Zbigniew (can't remember his surname) - a Polish builder who is saving up money to give to his father back in Poland. He saves this money up by playing the stock market (??).
Ahmed, Usman, and Shahid. Brothers who collectively run a corner shop. Shahid has dabbled in terrorism, and a shady terrorist friend from his past has just appeared on the scene. Goes to a militant mosque in Brixton. Can't remember what Usman does.
Freddy Kamo(!) - Young African footballer with lanky legs (Lanchester is an Arsenal fan right?) who plays for a thinly disguised Chelsea. Always smiling. Stern father.
Smitty - a 'concept' artist, who leaves anonymous graffiti around the place, and who Lanchester somehow manages to get talking in a faux faux-Cockney/Mockney.
All of these behave exactly as you'd imagine they'd behave if you a) had no imagination b) got all your information from Sunday Supplements/daytime tv? apart from 'surprising' gestures towards 'civilised' or nuanced (ie white male) thinking.
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 11:49 (seven years ago) Permalink
read you talking about this in the reading thread and am glad this hilarious spin-off exists
― Nultified Ancients of Man U (Noodle Vague), Friday, 9 March 2012 11:53 (seven years ago) Permalink
Why isn't there a racist taxi driver? I demand a racist taxi driver.
― Homosexual Satan Wasp (Matt DC), Friday, 9 March 2012 11:53 (seven years ago) Permalink
further comments from here, Matt. Just couldn't be bothered to cnp them all in.
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 11:54 (seven years ago) Permalink
Ah, with Lanchester the 'racist taxi driver' would in fact be a surprisingly tolerant racist taxi driver who has a copy of the Economist on the front shelf of his taximetered cabriolet.
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 11:55 (seven years ago) Permalink
Q. Is the problem with "state of the nation" novels usually that they are written by people far removed from most of the nation?
― Nultified Ancients of Man U (Noodle Vague), Friday, 9 March 2012 11:56 (seven years ago) Permalink
Q. I though Lanchester's steez was a kind of sub-Banville aestheticism. Wtf was he thinking?
― Nultified Ancients of Man U (Noodle Vague), Friday, 9 March 2012 11:57 (seven years ago) Permalink
A little surprised there are no media types, unless that's Smitty's role of course. There should also be a harassed woman juggling kids with running some sort of poorly-funded third-sector body.
― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 11:58 (seven years ago) Permalink
Must have fancied it after everyone loved Whoops!, I guess. Once you're thinking 'I get bankers, I've talked to a lot of bankers', and you've written abt London property, it must be p much irresistible to write a 'city of do-you-see contrasts' novel.
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:12 (seven years ago) Permalink
Also - came awake?
It's when someone has a nocturnal emission so violent that it wakes them up.The cover of this book annoys me the way the cover of 'Cloud Atlas' does.
― a box on the wall that sends the wind to make FPs marginally less (snoball), Friday, 9 March 2012 12:16 (seven years ago) Permalink
Is there any detailed exposition of what bankers actually do, other than having three computer screens? Ian McEwan, even if being tedious, would always have some of this to redeem it.
― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:19 (seven years ago) Permalink
xpost to NV.
thomp p much nailed The Debt to Pleasure on the what are you reading thread - 'debt to pleasure' = would maybe have like to have been nabokov when it grew up, narrator has poisoned some dudes, envies his brother's career as chef, is self-described gourmand, presents memoir of dudes he has poisoned as a series of menus. it's aight i guess.
Problems with this state of the nation novel, with a star by problems that I think are possibly generic pitfalls:
The characters attempt to be 'representative' and of course are pure ciphers and representative of nothing.*
Lanchester isn't very good, in fact is very very bad at filling his book with material.
The need to fill your book with situations that, again, are representative, makes it feel like satireless satire.*(unless its actual satire)
Capital is extraordinarily badly written on a sentence by toiling sentence basis, which makes me wonder whether he's even capable of doing the sub-Banville aestheticism, on any level.
Insights of daily life barely merit the name insight, apart from a couple of occasions where I said to myself 'yeah, I guess that's just about a thing'.
The interior monologues of the characters are utterly utterly dreadful, full of truly mundane material that should never be in a book. 'So and so looked at the Prius and its leather seats, he wished he could afford a Prius but in the meantime would continue to take the tubefghk;lsfb;hadfjghvflk;sxnhjnhj'
It is a book whose messages come as a clearly attached post-it at the beginning of each chapter. *(I guess - message novels have to stay on message, rather than let the imagination of the writer take them in places that are interesting or entertaining. You just feel like you're being shown things that you've read a thousand times before in longer-form journalism.)
What it reminds me of most is The Information by Martin Amis, which isn't an amazing book, but is world's classics status compared to Capital. Amis wouldn't call a bar 'Uprising' but he might do something similar, better, but similar. Likewise there are the shady figures, the underclasses, the outsider figures, presaging doom for the main power characters.
But MA was probably the best recent State of the Nation novelist? He was funny and he was a very good writer, which helped. Still easy to come a cropper, with the all CAPS text messaging in Yellow Dog for instance. And everything from The Information onwards has been increasingly flawed, and is probably a continuation of the things that made London Fields weaker than Money?
Any other candidates for good recent State of the Nation novelists? (Or any time - would George Eliot have counted? Probably?)]
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:21 (seven years ago) Permalink
His dad was some kind of banker iirc, & he does seem to have actual friends in the city, so you think it'd be his strong suit.
Feel like this is going to be a MAJOR NEW DRAMA on BBC1 at some point.
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:22 (seven years ago) Permalink
What a Carve Up? I remember it being good, but don't trust 90s me as a judge tbh. It also doesn't quite take the cross-section of society route iirc.
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:24 (seven years ago) Permalink
Amis also had a couple of Zbigniews in I think London Fields.
― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:25 (seven years ago) Permalink
McEwan's Saturday is clunky-as-hell but basically alright.
― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:26 (seven years ago) Permalink
Is there any detailed exposition of what bankers actually do, other than having three computer screens? Ian McEwan, even if being tedious, would always have some of this to redeem it.― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:19 (2 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:19 (2 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
There isn't, perhaps surprisingly. There's some rather awkward handwaving towards types of trading, and bankery things, to indicate he knows what he's talking about (which he does), but it's kept at a minimum, I suspect because Lanchester feared (prob rightly) that going too much into it would a)be disproportionate b)reveal that he knows rather less about the working detail of everyone else.
I think a fictional account of a banker by Lanchester, or a group of bankers, would have been far more interesting than this 'terrorist', 'immigrant', 'old lady', 'young artist' media stereotype bollocks.
Things where you can tell Lanchester feels more comfortable:
Talking about football (this isn't good, but it doesn't feel RONG).Bringing up small children (this isn't funny, but " " " ")
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:26 (seven years ago) Permalink
er 'of a banker or a group of bankers by Lanchester' not 'by Lanchester or group of bankers' obv.
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:27 (seven years ago) Permalink
aesthetic saturday objections aside, I think a state-of-the-nation has to be significantly longer than that, 400pp minimum.
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:28 (seven years ago) Permalink
Heh, I like the idea of a group of bankers writing as Luther Blisset.
― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:29 (seven years ago) Permalink
is Hensher's Northern Clemency in this vein? Anyone read that?
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:32 (seven years ago) Permalink
Wasn't Amis' new book originally going to be called The State Of England? A better title than Lionel Asbo, anyway.
I enjoyed Theo Tait putting the boot into Ali Smith's last, vaguely S-o-E book: http://www.lrb.co.uk/v34/n02/theo-tait/the-absolute-end - doesn't happen often enough, presumably because of the very small world of London publishing. Read the kindle sample of the Lanchester and couldn't believe how slack it was, yet I haven't read a bad, or even mixed, review yet.
― Stevie T, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:51 (seven years ago) Permalink
Have the feeling this is going to belong on this thread soon:
― Stevie T, Friday, 9 March 2012 12:58 (seven years ago) Permalink
private eye gave captial a stinky review, fwiwx-post― Ward Fowler, Thursday, 8 March 2012 14:25 (Yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
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― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:05 (seven years ago) Permalink
I am actually looking forward to Lionel Asbo.
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:05 (seven years ago) Permalink
I also saw a mixed somewhere serious, but can't remember where.
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:06 (seven years ago) Permalink
How about a state-of-the-nation novel not set in London? Is there such a thing?
― Ismael Klata, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:07 (seven years ago) Permalink
oh, theo tait again, Guardian.
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:07 (seven years ago) Permalink
If the Northern Clemency is that sort of thing, it seems to be Sheffield-based. But I think most SoN-type novels would try to do London a bit maybe? At least have one character moving/working there?
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:11 (seven years ago) Permalink
Actually, I may be imagining it, but is there something of Adam Curtis's faux-humdrum tone to some of those opening sentences up top? Like how all his BBC blogs begin with sentences like "One September night in 1945 three British mathematicians and astronomers went to see a new film at a cinema in Cambridge". I can almost hear Curtis reading the one about Petunia Howe.
― Stevie T, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:13 (seven years ago) Permalink
i was a fan of What a Carve Up when i read it but when i've flicked through it since i thing i was mostly wrong, and the clumsiness i excused as Dickensian at the time just reads like clumsiness to me now.
interesting to think of Middlemarch as a state-of-the-nation novel because of course it's addressing "middle England" before the fact, at a time when it was far from central to English notions of England maybe?
― Nultified Ancients of Man U (Noodle Vague), Friday, 9 March 2012 13:13 (seven years ago) Permalink
iirc Lanchester has too many friends in the journalism trade to get many bad reviews?
― Nultified Ancients of Man U (Noodle Vague), Friday, 9 March 2012 13:15 (seven years ago) Permalink
Wasn't Amis' new book originally going to be called The State Of England? A better title than Lionel Asbo, anyway
Should have just gone the whole hog with 'I Hate The Fucking Proles'.
― Homosexual Satan Wasp (Matt DC), Friday, 9 March 2012 13:38 (seven years ago) Permalink
don't think he realises his dad was sometimes joking
― Nultified Ancients of Man U (Noodle Vague), Friday, 9 March 2012 13:39 (seven years ago) Permalink
I quite enjoyed that Ali Smith book as I was reading it but some of its sympathetic characters are more annoying than its unsympathetic characters and it descends into caricature rather a lot. Also it doesn't really go anywhere.
― Homosexual Satan Wasp (Matt DC), Friday, 9 March 2012 13:40 (seven years ago) Permalink
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:07 (31 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
"Actually it was a good sandwich," runs a typical sentence
Good job the review has forewarned me of this particular sentence, otherwise I might have hurled the book across the room.
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:44 (seven years ago) Permalink
That review is spot on about the 'drone' of the prose. Also:
And there's a lot of slightly lazy repetition: "Parker, the boy she had been going out with ever since they kissed at a sixth-form dance on a hot June night back at sixth-form college."
This! Who on earth let this sort of thing through? It's like the weird repetition of the business about the skips and builders in the first chapter and the 'Transport for London card charging device'.
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:54 (seven years ago) Permalink
There was an interview I skimmed through that did say L's dad was banker. But so what? Isn't part of the 'story' how the system almost took on a life of its own and no one really has any control/understanding?
Part of the reason why I never got round to Whoops! anyway was that all of a sudden this novelist that is never on your radar acquires an interest over these topical matters - except that in this case, as I've said, my impression is that even the so-called experts are no experts when it comes to the financial system, so what chance does this guy have? The other reason is that unemployed/laid-off bankers started writing a mountain of these so cynicism set in.
Related but separate thing is you have other novelists I think I'd hate - Geoff Dyer and Adam Mars-Jones writing bks on things I really like: on Stalker and Late Spring, whereas I would like to see these being written by film writers that would bring wider knowledge on Japanese and Russian cinema instead of what I think it would be (= too many boring personal reflections...its for the fans you know). Its depressing that this might be the only way for bks to get published on really interesting films/topics and this seems like the only way to get any shelf-space/coverage.
I guess they've done their 'research', ffs.
― xyzzzz__, Friday, 9 March 2012 14:01 (seven years ago) Permalink
'the system' took control -- this is SF material of course, fuck 'station of the nation' bullshit.
― xyzzzz__, Friday, 9 March 2012 14:04 (seven years ago) Permalink
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 14:05 (seven years ago) Permalink
yes, I get the impression he's well-liked; also bad reviews aren't really done that much anymore (there was some fuss about this recently, maybe centred around that hatchet-job award?). The notable thing is how much attention it's getting - I got the impression that Lanchester was slipping into the terminal midlist zone before this, releasing also-reviewed, diminishing-returns novels every few years. Now he's a hit! I guess that's partly Whoops!, partly a canny topic, partly a very quiet literary spring in the uk, partly book-page need to have some literary middle-aged men to take seriously.
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 14:18 (seven years ago) Permalink
― Stevie T, Friday, 9 March 2012 13:13 (56 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
there is a little bit. But I think the thing that annoys me about these specific sentences is the way he smuggles in other information. The 'brisk clip', and another one where after the usual time and season bollocks, Lanchester puts in a 'slightly out of breath'. I wouldn't mind so much if it was as formulaic as Adam Curtis' 'I'm going to tell you the story of x. It's a remarkable story that involves x,y,z,π and ك'.'
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 14:23 (seven years ago) Permalink
Idk, should this be changed into a 'State of the Nation' novel thread? Change title one of these maybe?
'Actually it was a good sandwich' - State of the Nation novels and what is in them
'fuck 'station of the nation' bullshit'
'I am actually looking forward to Lionel Asbo'
'Why isn't there a racist taxi driver? I demand a racist taxi driver'
'I also saw a mixed somewhere serious'
'i'm assuming the copies i saw in waterstones were some britain-wide conspiracy'
' I guess it looks like what broadsheet journalism likes to believe novels are'
― Fizzles, Friday, 9 March 2012 14:44 (seven years ago) Permalink
ah, 'I also saw a mixed review somewhere serious'.
I dunno, enjoying the title as it stands, above all "that the computer had come with"
― woof, Friday, 9 March 2012 14:53 (seven years ago) Permalink
lol gideon, thanks - easy mistake to make!
― Fizzles, Sunday, 13 January 2019 11:40 (five months ago) Permalink
does JL actually ever note anywhere in this piece chuck's point, that AC is funny?
to ramp up my own (actually not yet existing) argument, if you can reach back to christie via oulipo or forwards via chesterton, then the territory you're moving through very much involves deftly weaponised flippancy -- the most serious possible topics (hate and death) tackled via the seeming diversionary tactic of (literally) intellectual diversion = puzzles and/or puns
(sayers too maybe, tho she defensively opts more for a loving portrait of a man addicted to (wait for it) whimsy -- the fact she's sort of saying "oh no it's his deflection tactic not my deep strategy", viz this is descriptive realism on my part not deceptive formalism -- is possibly at the root of why some readers take against her?)
― mark s, Sunday, 13 January 2019 11:49 (five months ago) Permalink
xp yeah a bit of pedantry seemed warranted when it comes to detective fiction!
Fen (and therefore Crispin) is a bit flip, yes, and I see what you mean about feeling that there is little at stake. Even the slightest Wimsey novels make you believe that he cares about bringing the criminal to justice, but as you say about the form itself Crispin seems more interested in the mechanics of the mystery. I think the ingenuity of the crimes make up for that to some extent.
"Golden Era detective fiction set in Oxbridge colleges" forms a genre within a genre, not something Christie herself was interested in. Theatrical murder would be another micro-genre, half Marsh's books are set in theatres are among theatre people.
― Neil S, Sunday, 13 January 2019 11:57 (five months ago) Permalink
the territory you're moving through very much involves deftly weaponised flippancy -- the most serious possible topics (hate and death) tackled via the seeming diversionary tactic of (literally) intellectual diversion = puzzles and/or punsi think this is correct. parlour game evil would almost be my definition. they need to intersect at the right point tho and i don’t think they do with EC. it’s just occurred to me that crime fiction of this period meets the definitional requirements of comedy not tragedy (despite one or multiple deaths) - justice is served, order is returned, and it is endlessly repeatable. my fairly conventional view of the village, country house, or yes college, is that they are closed communities - no one in, no one out, a version of the locked-room or snow-surrounded folly. but these are also comedic contexts, not least the consistent rural/pastoral settings. this perhaps starts to help explain perhaps a modern fetish for this, which is no longer the “clue solving craze” of their contemporary time, but has a whiff of the downton abbey comfort blanket about them. (something of course the abc adaptation was trying to break).
― Fizzles, Sunday, 13 January 2019 12:24 (five months ago) Permalink
that’s snide of me. especially since i enjoy these sorts of things very well, thanks, and saying that others enjoy them for hidden motives is naughty. save us from people who tell us how we should be enjoying stuff.
― Fizzles, Sunday, 13 January 2019 12:59 (five months ago) Permalink
just went on a hunt for the early history of the parlour game "murder" to discover that (a) wikipedia lists it under the heading "wink murder" (presumably so as not to confuse with the violent criminal act), (b) there's a ref to it in harpo speaks (1961) that takes it back to the mid-20s, and a party at (new york critic) alexander woollcott's (c) it was nicely reffed in the bbc abc poirot, the idea that between cases (or perhaps after they dried up) he made a living organising such games in big english country houses… (d) wait, is this well known? woollcott totally had a pash on harpo for years (4evah in fact, since the day they first met in 1924 till the day he died in 1943) -- and they were close and affectionate corresponding friends all that time, tho the pash went unrequited
― mark s, Sunday, 13 January 2019 13:30 (five months ago) Permalink
Was curious and found my old copy - good story!
Next page reads "...chapter in the novel she was currently writing while cooped up in the can."
― Chuck_Tatum, Sunday, 13 January 2019 21:35 (five months ago) Permalink
YOU ARE DED
― mark s, Monday, 14 January 2019 10:22 (five months ago) Permalink
Fizzles' post, re ABC MURDERS, gives me the impression that in the original, the sequence of murders was a way of hiding the one important murder which was related to property, etc. I think that the TV version failed to bring this point out - hence my bewilderment at the final ludicrous 'motivation'. I don't recall 'can't see the wood for the trees' coming up at all.
― the pinefox, Monday, 14 January 2019 12:31 (five months ago) Permalink
that's correct, pinefox. that point, the entire point you might argue, was lost. tho the whole thing was more a psychological portrait of poirot - the murders didn't make any sense either before or after the fact. in fact you could argue the whole thing would better have been called 'Poirot's Nightmare' - a series of clueless murders motivated by only a peculiar whimsy, which he must negotiate without getting any further *in*, in a brutalised england free of the sort of things poirot is seen to like (the notion of the gentilhomme, courtesy, pleasant foods), the death of his closest friend in the force, and finally, Mon Dieu! he remembers he was once, of all things, a superstitious *priest*, rather than the policeman he had always supposed himself to be!
― Fizzles, Monday, 14 January 2019 13:17 (five months ago) Permalink
Yes now you mention it -- it was as though until the last half-hour or whatever, *he himself* had forgotten his previous job, and only remembered it when the flashback allowed!
― the pinefox, Monday, 14 January 2019 13:39 (five months ago) Permalink
it turns out Poirot's profession was the real mystery
― Neil S, Monday, 14 January 2019 13:42 (five months ago) Permalink
"Perhaps Poirot's entire being, his inner life, was a kind of absence, a variety of fugue"
― mark s, Monday, 14 January 2019 13:42 (five months ago) Permalink
In fact the (sensible imo) absence of Hastings, an imbecile beyond comedy in the novels, does contribute to the notion of that absence or fugue. It's hard to take at face value in the books, but Poirot repeatedly insists that Hastings provides something essential to his reasoning process for each crime - a statement that's always been a bit mysterious, never quite clear exactly what he means - and lo here, in the BBC adaptation, without Hastings, he walks in a fugue-state netherworld. Hastings, the military-class moron *is in fact Poirot's central being*, the thing that negotiates between Poirot's locked-in mind and the material world of England and its crimes. In this TED talk I will &c
― Fizzles, Monday, 14 January 2019 15:18 (five months ago) Permalink
Hastings: named of course for that liminal space by which the future gentry passed through from Normandy to complaisant command of all landed England. Has that battle ever even ended? Is not every murder in a sense — *soft sound of curare dart leaving blowpipe, entering neck*
― mark s, Monday, 14 January 2019 15:45 (five months ago) Permalink
fucking loving the last week of this thread btw
downloading hollow man to ye kindle this very day
― valet doberman (Jon not Jon), Monday, 14 January 2019 16:18 (five months ago) Permalink
I haven't read it myself, but I have a copy of Who Killed Roger Ackroyd by Pierre Banyard, which I think might be of interest here - I believe Banyard suggests an alternative murderer to the one Poirot accuses.
Hastings disappears from the Poirot novels fairly early on tho? Of course, all detectives have to have a less brilliant foil who allows for plot explanation and the demonstration of the detective's genius. I really like the Christie surrogate Ariadne Oliver, who turns up in a few of the later ones. like the pretty good Dead Man's Folly, another one involving a game of murder that of course turns into the real thing.
mark s, it was a previous defense of Sayers by you here, some time ago on some other thread, that actually made me pick up a copy of The Nine Tailors and start on it last year. I gave up on it halfway through, and I almost always finish books I've started. I'd always avoided Sayers before because of a prejudice against toff tecs, but in fact, Whimsey wasn't nearly as insufferable as I'd feared, it was the sheer tedium of the writing that did for me. The central mystery wasn't at all compelling, and the endless details about bell-ringing etc killed any kind of narrative momentum. It wasn't 'cosy' exactly, but it wasn't 'dangerous' either - there was none of Christie's nastiness or humour, or her incredible gift for swiftly moving through the gears of story building, all those short, sharp paragraphs that now define, more than almost anything else, the modern bestseller. It felt like Sayers would never dare to be so vulgar or crowd-pleasing.
But perhaps I just picked a dud one.
― Ward Fowler, Monday, 14 January 2019 16:45 (five months ago) Permalink
it's the one that turned edmund wilson off also!
i'd recommend murder must advertise, the unpleasantness at the bellona club and maybe clouds of witness well before nine tailors, which is v slow, yes (as is have his carcase tho it has a better, grislier, sadder story)
(i'm actually a bit allergic to harriet vane i'm afraid, tho i have friends who luuuuurve her: gaudy night -- lanchester's quite incorrect pitch for best sayers -- is interesting maybe as a bluestocking 20s feminist's mary-sue fantasy of the perfect intellectual love match, in other words as a study of a bunch of symptoms offset by their partial cause, the tribulations of the early days of all-women colleges at oxford, inc. a nearly-all women cast)
― mark s, Monday, 14 January 2019 17:00 (five months ago) Permalink
was this the thread you meant? who CARES who killed roger ackroyd?
― mark s, Monday, 14 January 2019 17:02 (five months ago) Permalink
― Ward Fowler, Monday, 14 January 2019 17:09 (five months ago) Permalink
i am quite enthusiastic abt 9 tailors in that thread, partly bcz apparently i had only just read it? i think it has quite a non-cosy conclusion and the actual cause of death is a bit grisly -- also as i excitedly note it seems to have a callback to m.r.james's the treasure of abbott thomas (tho not in any very eludicidatory way) -- but it is long and the bell-ringing stuff becomes a hard slog yes
― mark s, Monday, 14 January 2019 17:13 (five months ago) Permalink
I dunno I liked that one a lot, it was the novel (a gift) that got me into DLS, as no one has called her ever. It's very atmospheric, it has a satisfying story arc, though it's all very pious and by no means her best whodunnit. Five Red Herrings is good on that front and also a great evocation of an artists' colony in the 20s.
― Neil S, Monday, 14 January 2019 17:22 (five months ago) Permalink
Is it not your great Shakespeare who has said “You cannot see the trees for the wood”’
half-want to do the spadework tying the sign of the broken sword into macbeth's birnam wood here
― mark s, Monday, 14 January 2019 19:07 (five months ago) Permalink
"Precisely," I said. "Listen to this speech of the old man's. “On Tuesday last, a falcon towering in her pride of place was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and killed.‟ Who does that sound like?" "It sounds like the way the three witches talk," said my companion, reluctantly. "Precisely!" I said again. “Well,” said the American woman, "maybe you're right, but -" "I'm sure I am,” I said. "And do you know what I'm going to do now?" “No," she said. "What?" "Buy a copy of 'Hamlet,'" I said, "and solve that!" My companion's eye brightened. “Then," she said, you don't think Hamlet did it?" "I am," I said' “absolutely positive he didn't" "But who," she demanded, "do you suspect?" I looked at her cryptically. "Everybody," I said, and disappeared into a small grove of trees as silently as I had come.
― mark s, Monday, 14 January 2019 19:10 (five months ago) Permalink
"cold as charity - that's a good one"
― Chuck_Tatum, Saturday, 2 February 2019 21:40 (four months ago) Permalink
― mark s, Saturday, 2 February 2019 21:44 (four months ago) Permalink
is that from the book? did he watch the GoT opening scene S1 and think i kno let’s do this but with someone who thinks with leaden-footed affectedly affectless repetitiveness?what is that style? the englisher mode of the US workingmans style? in itself fine (forebears like Carver, and the better Hemingway but in its U.K. form used through a fear for being though at all soft in any musicality, grace notes or intelligence. “you look for metaphors” lol i think it was JL who was looking for metaphors. you don’t really look for metaphors when you’re cold esp not dead to semi-comatose ones. he struggles with that metaphorical sphere of his mind quite badly really. and in fact i have a problem with “like a permanent physical attribute of the location”. doesn’t need “like”. it sounds like it is a permanent physical attribute, which he somehow contrives to make sound like it isn’t or that might be doubtful. i think he gets confused because it’s sensation rather than “water displacing object”. “it isn’t like other cold. this is a cold that is all about the place, a permanent physical attribute of the location” much more clearly does what it needs to - converting something understood by the reader into something that communicates the imaginative space JL is trying to convey. perhaps a bit nitpicky that. we can all enjoy the mangled boardroom of “it hits you as a package” tho. the “it’s cold on the wall” bookending in the first paragraph is making me quite angry. it’s something you might do in school. it’s something legitimate - one of pierre michon’s short stories has a first para that subtly starts its first and last sentences with “je tiens” and in between delivers a glorious paragraph, which the bookending emphasises. here it just reminds you you are already fatigued (and i know that’s probably the point but why is it the point). fuck. “mainly it’s about how to hold, clean, look after and fire your weapon. in that order”lololol imagine doing it in reverse order.fuck.
― Fizzles, Monday, 4 February 2019 07:27 (four months ago) Permalink
as we all know there are a *lot* of good books dealing with repetitive privation in bleak environments. it’s quite a challenge JL’s taking on. as always he reads like he’s still in the stages of figuring out how something works. like he’s trying to work out what words to put on the page, to set the scene in his head. that metaphor bit for instance, but also the process of weapons training. he’s literally put the worst possible words on the page to convey it.
― Fizzles, Monday, 4 February 2019 07:31 (four months ago) Permalink
You know nothing, John Lanchester.
― Fizzles, Monday, 4 February 2019 07:39 (four months ago) Permalink
A good book dealing with repetitive privation in bleak environments that I reread recently:https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51MfsU%2BOipL._SX330_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg
― Mince Pramthwart (James Morrison), Monday, 4 February 2019 09:12 (four months ago) Permalink
'Instagram seems to have a real darkness' - John LanchesterListen to the new LRB podcast 'The State of ... 'https://t.co/hOizGY6Ekn— London Review of Books (@LRB) March 12, 2019
just so we know what we're missing…
― mark s, Tuesday, 12 March 2019 17:13 (three months ago) Permalink
has he tried adjusting his screen settings?
― Carpool Tunnel (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 12 March 2019 17:18 (three months ago) Permalink
oh god. fortunately i’ve got a lot of other things to do so i can’t listen to this.
― Fizzles, Tuesday, 12 March 2019 19:00 (three months ago) Permalink
what have you got to do tonight man go for it.
― xyzzzz__, Tuesday, 12 March 2019 19:02 (three months ago) Permalink
i mean can i just
On Sunday morning at his flat, Usman opened up his laptop and took out his 3G mobile to do a bit of net-surfing.
Mill took his desktop PC out of sleep and navigated to the web page.
― Fizzles, Tuesday, 12 March 2019 19:04 (three months ago) Permalink
― Uptown VONC (Le Bateau Ivre), Tuesday, 12 March 2019 19:06 (three months ago) Permalink
― Fizzles, Tuesday, 12 March 2019 19:07 (three months ago) Permalink
― mark s, Tuesday, 12 March 2019 19:09 (three months ago) Permalink
'Navigated to the web page'
― The Vangelis of Dating (Tom D.), Tuesday, 12 March 2019 19:10 (three months ago) Permalink
― mark s, Tuesday, 12 March 2019 19:10 (three months ago) Permalink
Imagine the mileage to be got from describing all the noises and steps of using a dial-up modem
― Mince Pramthwart (James Morrison), Tuesday, 12 March 2019 23:46 (three months ago) Permalink
I only just saw Fizzles' critique of JL's new novel's first page.
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 13 March 2019 08:38 (three months ago) Permalink
I ended up listening to that The State Of podcast. I almost felt sorry for JL, maundering on about wine drinking podcasts - “they even have meet-ups” - and being patronising to Lockwood - “it’s a very nerdy podcast where they talk about soil types (LAUGHTER)... which sounds like a joke but it’s true” [everyone goes no shit john] while she effortlessly covers being Extremely Online. Also lol so middle aged. “They even have videos of people eating really hot chillis, have you seen those?” The bit where he says but i suppose you have to be worried about the mob-like pack mentality. i feel bad because he’s clearly the wrong person for the job here - extremely offline - and i don’t want to dunk him too much. tho hearing lockwood use language like edgelords to an audible blankness made me laugh. lol at when she says to that pack mentality bit “well i think the people who worry most about that tend to be older people”. to ignore that for the moment lockwood also manages to say a lot more about the internet than lanchester even from the ponderous letters approach. he’s terrible on facebook. he’s vague about the business model. he says if only facebook charged $20 per user of facebook they wouldn’t need to do all the algorithmic stuff. omfg. “it’s probably our fault - we prefer having everything for free than pay for it”.
― Fizzles, Thursday, 14 March 2019 07:13 (three months ago) Permalink
Lockwood is 36 so only really young by LRB standards.
― the pinefox, Thursday, 14 March 2019 10:11 (three months ago) Permalink
Last night I remembered that JL wrote a big retrospective on Marx for the LRB and how it contained this argument, which I now see is the very beginning:
In trying to think what Marx would have made of the world today, we have to begin by stressing that he was not an empiricist. He didn’t think that you could gain access to the truth by gleaning bits of data from experience, ‘data points’ as scientists call them, and then assembling a picture of reality from the fragments you’ve accumulated. Since this is what most of us think we’re doing most of the time it marks a fundamental break between Marx and what we call common sense, a notion that was greatly disliked by Marx, who saw it as the way a particular political and class order turns its construction of reality into an apparently neutral set of ideas which are then taken as givens of the natural order. Empiricism, because it takes its evidence from the existing order of things, is inherently prone to accepting as realities things that are merely evidence of underlying biases and ideological pressures. Empiricism, for Marx, will always confirm the status quo. He would have particularly disliked the modern tendency to argue from ‘facts’, as if those facts were neutral chunks of reality, free of the watermarks of history and interpretation and ideological bias and of the circumstances of their own production.I, on the other hand, am an empiricist. That’s not so much because I think Marx was wrong about the distorting effect of underlying ideological pressures; it’s because I don’t think it’s possible to have a vantage point free of those pressures, so you have a duty to do the best with what you can see, and especially not to shirk from looking at data which are uncomfortable and/or contradictory. But this is a profound difference between Marx and my way of talking about Marx, which he would have regarded as being philosophically and politically entirely invalid.
I, on the other hand, am an empiricist. That’s not so much because I think Marx was wrong about the distorting effect of underlying ideological pressures; it’s because I don’t think it’s possible to have a vantage point free of those pressures, so you have a duty to do the best with what you can see, and especially not to shirk from looking at data which are uncomfortable and/or contradictory. But this is a profound difference between Marx and my way of talking about Marx, which he would have regarded as being philosophically and politically entirely invalid.
I reflected (without looking up the above) that there was something dubious about this. Now that I read it again, it seems even worse than I remembered.
JL is virtually saying that Marx is uninterested in facts, data or accurate statements based on evidence. In faux-naif, passive-aggressive mode he says that he, JL, humbly does believe in these things. To which his audience is then supposed to think: Don't worry, John, so do we!
― the pinefox, Thursday, 14 March 2019 10:16 (three months ago) Permalink
v busy today obv (second and i hope final day of big book send-out!) but i very much want to come back and dig into this at some point
― mark s, Thursday, 14 March 2019 10:34 (three months ago) Permalink
I now feel surprised that I accepted this JL argument about Marx as possibly OK at the time. It now looks deeply tendentious, self-serving and misleading, and not even very intelligent or cogent on its own terms.
― the pinefox, Thursday, 14 March 2019 11:12 (three months ago) Permalink
There is a gross amount of ego in that "I, on the other hand..."
― Chuck_Tatum, Thursday, 14 March 2019 21:05 (three months ago) Permalink
I, on the other hand, refuse to believe that John Empirical Lanchester would fall prey to ego
― Carpool Tunnel (Noodle Vague), Thursday, 14 March 2019 21:29 (three months ago) Permalink
― the pinefox, Friday, 15 March 2019 10:42 (three months ago) Permalink