Summer 2020: What Are You Reading as the Sun Bakes the Arctic Ocean?

TIME & WESTERN MAN is hilarious - at least in part unintentionally.

Delightful that Thomson finishes his chapter on Welles and Kane, AMERICAN, and follows it with ... what? ... AMBERSONS!

I admire his Welles book from the '90s, but he does disparage him for weight problems often and makes purely speculative claims about whom he slept with.

Last night I tried starting Orwell's A Clergyman's Daughter and it was... not good. It suffered horribly by my having recently read some Barbara Pym and Simenon, so the relatively poor quality of the narrative prose was all the more glaring. I think I need to ferret out a non-fic book from my shelves to occupy me next.

I've been slowly chipping away at Hesse's Magister Ludi for most of the summer. Not sure what I think of it tbh. In the meantime I've been trying to read more short stories, which is something I don't do very often. Dinesen's Seven Gothic Tales and Munro's Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage were both pretty good.

Just finished another Maigret and started on Wharton's The Custom of the Country, which is very promising so far.

Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage has some of my favorite short stories by anybody ("Floating Bridge" for one), and I've tried imitating them.

She's my favorite short story writer, maybe. Top 3, which switches around depending on the day.

I found Dear Life, Runaway and The View From Castle Rock at a used book sale last year and figured I'd grab them all; which one should I read next?

Superior:The Return oF Race Science by Angela Saini
Interesting recap of the history of race science so far or at least the roots of it in the 18th and 19th centuries so far.
Quite well written. I think I'm about aware of the stuff so far. Saini's main point in the book is saying that dodgy science with pretty subjective interpretation which had been hopefully sunk into the past has returned to be an active thing in supposedly reliable areas.
I think it is a decent book but I've only read about the first 3 chapters.

Runaway, cwkiii, her last strong collection. I found her concentration faltering in the last decade.

I finished Malone Dies. It was okay. Beckett's ability to wring comedy out of the state of being bedridden is impressive. Instead of trying the reader's patience with prolixity, as in "Molloy", here he tries the reader's patience with vagueness and incomplete information. It's not clear why we should care about the stories that Malone is writing and they're too intentionally crude to stand on their own. Overall I would judge it an interesting but not wholly successful experiment.

Now I'm re-reading "The Martian Chronicles" by Bradbury.

Returned books and got books from the just-reopened uni library where I adjunct today, and am very excited about the books I got: a load of Brossard novels I haven't read yet, a book of Norma Cole's poetry and one of her essays on art, plus a P. Inman book that a friend recommended.

xp. I absolutely adore the trilogy. very fucking frustrating reading at times but also hilarious

I've been reading Dark Sun, Richard Rhodes. It's his sequel to The Making of the Atomic Bomb, which is excellent. This book mainly follows the further development of nuclear weapons after WWII ended, including the Soviet Union nuclear program (and nuclear spying), the invention of a working hydrogen bomb, and most aspects of the Cold War and arms race.

The contrast in this sequel is that it is less about the step-by-step solution to a long series of thorny physics problems and the scientists who engaged and solved those problems. In this book politics take over center stage. Mostly national security politics and internal scientific community politics. The experimental science and technological advances aspects still appear, but in a much less central role. This makes it a much different story than the original, somewhat less intellectually thrilling and somewhat more depressing.

I read Ben Macintyre's The Spy and the Traitor. It ripped along right enough and painted a picture of the 80s that I wasn't wholly aware of but it wasn't exactly keen to bring any nuance to the idea of Russia as the evil empire.

Then I read Ta-Nehisi Coates' Between the World and Me which moved me deeply but at which I can only chuck platitudes like profound and unsettling.

In a potentially absurd move, I'm now reading Houellebecq's Platform. Eck, I'd forgotten how grubby he makes me feel.

Now in the homestrech of (re-reading, after many years) Willa Cather's The Professor's House(1925), and trying to slow down, because so far what I distantly rembered about it has been confirmed and then some: Professor St. Peters, with whom I somehow identify, has to on extent painted homself and been painted into a corner emotionally, is bound to fall. He's finished lifeswork, an eight-volume history of Spain's North American exploration, in early middle age, and reaped rewards, in terms of professional recognition and even a bit of money, which, as the book opens, had finally provided a new house, but he keeps going back to his attic study--though he now does no more writing, it's still a good refuge---ih the old place(which was always "funny and somewhat bare," but if he and his wife couldn't afford a suitable item, they and their daughters did without--none of the "pathetic" settling-for so common in the little Hamilton College faculty community.
He knows it was always a mark against him that he wrote beyond the minimum requirement---for magazines and shit---and now he's got these honors from outside, extra money, oooo--and not from climbing, and cultivating the kind of commercial "academia" favored by the State Legislature (courses in bookkeeping, egads sir!), But he's been here so long, also teaching his ass off when not writing (he's Lord of the Books, so why should he mind all these courses, sayeth the Powers), because it's a familiar, orderly setting for his productive perch---and because, when he was young and in love and ready to marry---it was the first school that accepted him and was near his eternal resource, Lake Michigan--- Professor St. Peters, of French-Canadian descent, from just over the border, identifies mostly with France and Spain, the wells of his other increasingly crucial memories,,,,
He is sophisticated, aesthetic, sensitive--but also increasingly insular/moving out of his depth, and he senses this too, even while reflexively observing, appraising, whenever possible: hes older daughter does indeed have a beautiful face, as everyone agrees--but he's the one who also perceived a subtle slope to her bod, a slight but unmistakable, inescapable legacy of her Canuck great-grandfather. She's also the sole heir of the Professor's best student ever, the *one* whose brilliance lasted---'til he was killed in the Great War, after making a remarkable discovery, later commercialized by the heiress's charming, brainy new husband, whose name is Louie and who is beginning to be something of a local Medici, only nicer, and uh, Jewish, though it's seldom mentiojed outright, but he's a supersalesman and, you know, good with money---realigning family and other dymanics, but then The Professor sees his daugther, Madame Louie, also his wife, respond with their own realigned dynamics (Mrs. St, Peters, whose husband is fading, now plays what he sees as the game of womanhood with her sons-in-law, trying to balance and advance everything).
Challenge to the young reapers, and to student Tom's seemingly ironclad will are beginning to surface, to which The Professor is somewhat sympathetic, though what can he do; he feels himself more useless in such matters than ever---also he remembers Tom's confided secret (better than he sometimes remembers Tom himself, who is becoming "a dazzling idea," maybe especially via Louie's Commemorations, though Louie never met the guy, and sure wishes he had): Tom's *first* discovery, when he was a young cowpoke in New Mexico, of a beautiful, deserted mini-civilization, which he ahd his colleague/best friend first called Cliff City, and then they found some more settlements on the same nesa---so he went to find Smithsonian or some other source of recognition and support of further, deeper study, in D.C., which turns out to be much more a deserted city--of the heart, yet swarming with climbers, other talkers---and then he goes back and really gets crushed, also crushing---goes way up to Hamilton College and starts over'
Stays on the wheel, as The Professor sees it now---and of coursel the author and her characters can't know how much of this will have been moot, re the Great Crash of '29---but I'll bet she wasn't too surpised: the slide is already in place.
Having said all that, I should give it up for Cather, who seems at the top of her game, leading mel discreetly, unstoppably, though rooms and buildings and mesas in layers of compressed clarity, incl. appetites and affections and amusements and archness and sadness and a sense of the tragic coming back(also the shit you can't take back). As Willie says in his recent "Love Laughed," "It was fun---in a strange kinda way..."

Tho I didn't understand all of what you just wrote, it made me want to read that book. Thanks!

That's the main thing, thanks to you too. Sorry for typos! Why didn't I magnify? Getting too set in my ways, like the or The Professor.

Hope that's not too spoiler-y---*how* she presents all this is what's amazing.

Memoirs and Misinformation by Jim Carrey and Dana Vachon

I read Ben Macintyre's The Spy and the Traitor. It ripped along right enough and painted a picture of the 80s that I wasn't wholly aware of but it wasn't exactly keen to bring any nuance to the idea of Russia as the evil empire.

The Professor's House's structure emphasizes its queerness.

right now:

i'm listening to friends and strangers by j. courtney sullivan.

it's mostly pretty trashy, but it has some very keenly observed moments about class, parenting, new york etc. and i'm enjoying it.

never read/heard of her before this. her previous books all have very conventional Serious But Accessible Women's Fiction covers (cf. kate atkinson etc.), but this one has an extremely sally rooney cover. the comparison is not off the mark but it's not as good, and it's about older people. but if you like sally rooney you might like this.

i'm rereading outline by rachel cusk because it takes about 90 minutes to read, it's great, and i'm about to read the other two for the first time.

recently:

october by china mieville which was... informative. it came alive a bit in the final chapter where it felt like he finally allowed himself to analyse things. aside from that it was extremely stodgy "and then what happened was ... and then what happened was ..." history writing. some awful prose too.

our man in havana by graham greene:

"comedy" but not funny.

i can apparently no longer sleep at night, so i read the first third of chuck wendig's 'wanderers'

solid if you want an extremely long thriller with paint-by-numbers characters confronted by plague, white supremacy and dysfunctional american politics. i do not

Rereading Seamus Deane on Joyce. Insight and intellect but also, as always, sometimes gnomic to the point of meaning very little.

The Professor's House's structure emphasizes its queerness.

― TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn)
The scenes down in old New Mexico did bring Willie's (and Ned Sublette's) "Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Found of Each Other") to mind a little bit, but what's another example?

"Fond" even

if you're looking at reading his non-fiction i remember the creatures of habit and creatures of change collection being a good way in, also the julian symonds ed. essential wl.

― no lime tangier, Sunday, 2 August 2020 bookmarkflaglink

Thanks there is a copy of his book on Shakespeare around here.

Well, Houellebecq's Platform was desperate to be provocative ('insolent' says Julian Barnes), full of Islamaphobia and affectless sex. Who knew?

I've started Michael Chabon's Kavalier and Clay. Can I take 600 pages of that intimate, folksy voice?

Bernhard's Old Masters and Caro's The Power Broker last week.

My mom got me the new Houellebecq for Christmas and I immediately put it in a little free library. Like, that day. Can't stand the guy.

I read a book, the first novel I've finished since March. It was "A Liar's Dictionary" by Eley Williams. It's very good - without the intense blasts of the short stories (which I love so much), it has a lightness that reminds me of Elizabeth Taylor or maybe Shena Mackay. Which is not to say that it doesn't tangle with its own language quite often, to does so very pleasingly. I think - I'm not sure - it does something quite clever with the momentum of the storytelling, but my sense of a quickening pace may have mad more to do with my circumstances than the book itself. I'd have to read it again to find out, and I look forward to doing so at some point.

You read the power broker in a week Alfred?!

I put it down to finish Elizabeth Taylor, but I resumed reading this morning. I should finish it by Friday, yeah. Caro's such a confident storyteller.

"i don't care what anyone says, i think the power broker is a good book" -- me being edgy

I loved kavalier & clay at the time, suspect it would annoy me now. The bit everyone hates in the Arctic is the best bit imho.

I have about thirty pages to go with Earthly Powers, have been reading this fucker for over a month. What a boorish, tedious, entertaining, eccentric, imaginative, funny, inhuman, obscure, wanky, and above all, unconvincing read! For all his linguistic whatsits, erudition, self-awareness etc etc Burgess is extraordinarily slapdash at times, he really is using this fictional alter ego to rehearse yet again all his old indulgences (obscure wordplay, puns, dialogue in untranslated foreign languages, reactionary prejudices, you know the usual) but that just makes the world and story he conjures so utterly unbelievable (without ever slipping into the fantasy that makes Clockwork Orange/Wanting Seed more bearable - and besides those books are much, much shorter!) You sort of feel that Burgess really thinks this one is his best bid for airport bestsellerdom but he's out of his fucking mind! Although he affects to be interested in everything - including popular fiction - he's actually got a total tin-ear - or contempt - for modernity and the popular. One example, the narrator's brother is a professional comedian whose most popular skit revolves around jokes on Shakespeare's Hamlet and the Danish language! Later on, one of the main characters, a composer, starts to write ghastly modernist stuff involving shudder a synth and tapes, to indicate his moral/spiritual/physical decline (this is after a never-ending description of an imaginary opera about St Anthony by the narrator and this composer). All of this stuff that bungs up the book - the fake songs, novels, plays, films, poems, stand-up comedy routines etc - are all fake fake fake. All of the constant scatalogical Joycean stuff is wearying and grotesque - no city visited is without its foul smell, forensically described. Needless to say, all of the stuff about Africa, just for starters, is deeply problematic 40 years on. Yet at the same time there are moments that are very human, well observed, interesting, thought-provoking, clever, obviously converted from the author's own experience - he definitely doesn't seem oblivious to things,he's not actually that self-absorbed and - I guess like all good authors - he can surprise you sometimes with his empathy and identification with people and groups outside his own experience. It's just - it's all too much, and six hundred pages in I'm hankering for something much more streamlined, next read round.

To console myself I have also been reading the sublime Essential Avengers Vol 6 containing Avengers #120-140, Giant-Size Avengers #1-4, Captain Marvel #33 & Fantastic Four #150 by Steve Englehart, Roy Thomas, Jim Starlin, Gerry Conway, Bob Brown, John Buscema, Don Heck, Dave Cockrum, Joe Staton, George Tuska, Rich Buckler & Friends - heroes all!

I liked that one, but yeah.

Has anyone read Lonesome Dove? I’m into the first few chapters but it is LONG

Yeah, I read it last year. A good book, very dark. I thought it was worth reading.

Bruce Pascoe Dark Emu
reevaluation of the history of aboriginal agriculture etc.
IN the light of its destruction by incoming british settlers. Looking back over some early explorers' memoirs and a lot of physical evidence.
Hope this did start a revival of some of the techniques talked about.
I am hearing about Australians wanting to go back to growing plants that are more in tune with Australia's own environment than that of the places that people came from. or at least having to recreate the old version of it.
Good to see that the US seems to be picking up on ideas from native American nature stewardship so hope similar can happen in Australia. But don't know the Australian political system and the last documentaries I saw were showing quit ehow badly Australian behaviour to its original population has been over the years.

I also just finished Frederick Douglass's original slave narrative. I think he wrote autobiographies 3 time sover his life so covered some of the same areas differently each time. Want to read the other 2.
May be just about to start the narrative by Olaudah Equiano which is in the same omnibus book

Missing Person, Patrick Modiano. So far it's about a private detective suffering from amnesia. Expect it to get weirder.

The Suppression of the African Slave Trade to the United States 1638-1870(1896)was the first book by W.E.B Dubois. It's a monograph, in professional academic format, included sources footnoted on each page, and a narrative, a story, with some individuals, factions, some counties, colonies, groups of colonies, as characters, realigning over the years, in relation to each other, foreign powers, and other socio-political elements: agricultural, technological, in the broadest sense, the coming and going of uprising, fears of same, the Revolution, Civil War, and other struggles (laws passed, ignored, deals made, superseded, etc.)
Impression is more of a conversational, down to earth report than Lecture etc.
By this account, in just about every colony (though least of all in Georgia),there was always a moral objection, or at least anxiety, but also the money, and what slaves, available at reasonable expense, could be traded for: rum and molasses especially, which were not only tasty, but very good for resale, even in colonies where there was no agricultural advantage to slaveowners. Also in every colony: fear of a black earth uprising, so that they all had some kind of slave-importation-limiting laws, usually duties, however (also if ever) they were enforced at any given point (deals etc.)
No real prob for several colonies in terms of importation, but they tended to be very dependent for goodies and $ on the trade, most of all Rhode Island Massachusetts. Puritan heritage incl. moral concerns, but it seems that only the Society of Friends really proved a formidable legislative influence---relatively speaking, and only within Pennsylvania.
All concerns came to a head as the Revolution approached, and indeed, an outtake from the Declaration of Independence rips the King a new one, accusing him not only of oppression via enslavement, profiting from it, and paying off the slaves to plot against the colonists.(from Jefferson, Works "This radical, and not strictly true" passage, as Du B. coolly tags it, didn't make the final cut, Jefferson says, because South Carolina. SC was very big on rice, which was very labor-intensive, much more, as Du Bois notes, than the tobacco farming of Virginia and North Carolina, which were not as unequivocally pro-slavery or pro-trade at this point.
We haven't gotten to the rise of cotton, or the Louisiana Purchase, which brought in sugar, which took the most and biggest turnover of slaves.
Also in this Library of America edition: The Souls of Black Folk, Dusk at Dawn (autobio), and essays.

Dow, have you read "DuBois' Telegram" by Spahr? You might find it interesting.

Stevolende, that book has been hugely influential in Australia, and so of course the Rupert Murdoch press has instituted a long-standing campaign to discredit Pascoe, trying to prove he isn't actual Indigenous, etc etc etc. They kept bitching he wouldn't do interviews to respond to their stupid gotchas all summer because he was out working as a volunteer firefighter against the hideous bushfires we had.

Basically, fuck Murdoch.

I want to read it now! On the list. Most of my knowledge of Aboriginal issues comes from being into Aboriginal poets, so I should probably get my hands on something rather than another Lionel Fogarty book sometime

It's an interesting read. Does have me wondering about a couple of things though. The idea that aborigines would grow some things as monocultures across vast distances seems to go against the biodiversity I'm seeing being integral to other native stewardship. I thought the more diverse the more robust, also thought that the film Living Soil was saying monocultures tended to wreck the soil. Could just be what that monoculture was though.

Also was a bit iffy about Pascoe extolling the idea of being able to make some money out of various types of native flora and fauna. Though maybe that is the point and he's trying to sell it to farmers who are making money out of non native product which is not good for the environment since it requires more water and pesticides etc. Just didn't feel right on reading it. But enjoying it overall.
& would really love to hear something more sustainable could be introduced.

I need to look at the map of Australia. I have an image of vast deserts between the main cities but maybe that's watching Mad Max and things. Or at least 2 since I thnik the first one may have a backdrop of green fields and things or at least grasslands.
Maybe that's a result of native agriculture being destroyed by European farming techniques leaving the ground less arable than it was with them.

Speaking of Australia, I finished The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith, which I found a powerful read.

I finished Brossard's 'Mauve Desert' (a re-read), read 'Notebook of Roses and Civilization' in a day, now onto her 'Picture Theory.' I tend to get obsessed with writers whose work I find challenging yet simultaneously readable, and she's really doing it for me right now.