Bonfires In The Sky: What Are You Reading, Winter 2021-22?

some of Black Atlantic's text online, that is.

lucie elven - the weak spot: pretty so-so uk experimental lite in the tradition of walser's 'the assistant' or similar. set in a pharmacy in an alpine village and partly about a despotic pharmacy manager who eventually runs for office (sidebar: you could not set this book in the UK because all UK pharmacies are incredibly depressing, and the one in this book is meant to be just ok. sidebar 2: i don't like plots about people running for office. it seems to be an obsession with american writers and filmmakers, remember the guy in polygamy drama 'big love' who ran for office? why?)

i read '91/92' by lauren elkin: almost comically slight. a diary of bus travel in paris

i also read some of elle nash - nudes: bleak american short stories with teenagers doing drugs and gas stations and all that stuff. the territory is familiar but there's enough in the book that goes beyond the merely lurid

i'm continuing with 'the luminous novel', which i put down a while ago after being put off by the misogyny and homophobia. that's still very much there and still offputting, but it does build to something very satisfying - a slow accumulation of coincidences and unexplained events but narrated with a straight face. the book is definitely a "grower not a shower"

i picked up but have not yet started 'fuccboi' by sean thor conroe. i recall some controversy about this last summer(?) regarding accusations of plagiarism from sam pink, who i really respect as a writer, so i'm interested to see what this one - which is on a big publisher and has had some push, neither of which are true of sam pink's books - is like

hey uh, why haven't people aggressively pushed me to read _outline_ before? this is magnificent

Mande Music Eric Charry
History of the Malian region and its culture and how it ties in with the music produced. So showing the roots of people like Tiamate Diabate, Ali Farka Toure, Rail Band, Ambassadeurs . I think when i started reading this last month i was finding it too dry to get into at that point. I picked it up yesterday and found it really fascianting.
Would love to find some more books like this on the history of Africa and its music.
I think the writer is a French ethnomusicologist which might give it a perspective that is a bit remote but it reads pretty good. Also interested in reading books by people more closely involved.

Clean living under difficult circumstances : finding a home in the ruins of modernism / Owen Hatherley.
Collection of articles by British writer with an archaeological theme. I found one piece on the shop fronts of Walthamstow High st which was an interesting thing to find especially since he highlights Saeeds one of my regular stops for fabric if I'm there.
Title comes from one time Who manager Pete Meaden's description of mod.

Zami : a new spelling of my name : a biomythography / Audre Lord
her memoir. I'm still at the point where she has started school and been tranferred from a school which focused on saving eyesight to the main Catholic school in the area. So she's being taught by nuns. I need to look up her sight problems again since I'm not remembering the exact details.
Anyway another really good read. I enjoy her writing.

started Franzen Crosssroads (not even a guilty pleasure at this point) finished Jeffers Love Songs of W.E.B. Du Bois (had not kept in mind the fundamental violence)

I would like to read that Franzen novel. One day.

Don't bother, he's awful

Crossroads is great, definitely worth your time.

I finished Jeffers’ Love Songs of WEB DuBois last week, i loved it. Still thinking about it a week later, it has such long tendrils. She writes so beautifully that there’s no work to even start, or “get into” the story… it just flows like a river.

Today i finished Maggie O’Farrell’s “Hamnet”. Also beautifully written, it knocked me out as well. A believable, affecting story that’s really not “about” Shakepeare in the normal ways, centering his wife & children of whom so little is known instead. Really stunning.

Metaphor - Terence Hawkes (from the reissued Critical Idiom series). Very handy, very brief guide to the history of metaphor and its changes, though 'some 20th century views' is putting it mildly - it's a very partial view, with sections on IA Richards and Empson, and something of a fixation on Levi-Strauss, but little on the other theoretical linguistic and theoretical developments (Hawkes has also written a v good guide to Structuralism).

The Making of Incarnation – Tom McCarthy. A novel largely comprising a series of analyses of simulations and reconstructions: motion capture, hyrdo and aero dynamics, Lilian Gilbreth wireframes of motions of labour, and how they constitute reality, new realities, new vectors of meaning, and what glitches and memories these new spaces might create or retain. I'm very much interested in the topics, but it's delivered in a very baggy literary voice, with some seriously embarrassing stylistic solecisms appearing from time to time, and little in the way of bringing emotional content or dramatic impulses to the quite essayistic topics. More rambling here, with the pinefox providing a suitable, sceptical foil. I'm not *not* enjoying it though.

Social Contagion, and other material on microbiological class war in China – Chuang. A series of essays on Covid and China brought together in one volume by the Marxist Chuang collective. A very nice little volume, so much more appealing than those large hack-historian *takes* that appear. Chuang are dedicated to representing and describing China from the inside as a corrective to western representations. The first essay is the one from which the volume takes its name, and deals with three topics: pandemic as a consequence of capitalist processes, via an examination of how agri-industrial practices intensify the process of zoonotic viral transfer, and the way that Covid and lockdown has been a good test and analysis of Chinese state capacity, and what lessons this might teach people about how to rise up, disrupt or otherwise revolt against that state capacity. The authors suggest that the Chinese shutdown has many similarities to the global impact of a Chinese general strike.

The essay originally appeared here - though it's significantly expanded in the book, and there are some important corrections. Probably the most important of those is dialling down the disagreement about the possibility of accidental lab leak hypothesis. As Zeynep Tufekci points out here, lab leaks have been by far the most common cause of viral epidemics, including many previous SARS outbreaks and eg the disastrous 2007 foot and mouth outbreak in the UK. It seems at least very possible that an accidental lab leak was responsible here.

Regardless, this doesn't affect the authors' central thesis that pandemics are a consequence of intensive farming and creation of monocultures, with little in the way of natural firebreaks to transmission and viral mutation. A lot of the detail of their argument here rests on one book (Big Farms Make Big Flu by Rob Wallace, and in summarising that single book, phrases like 'because pigs are often susceptible to both avian and human-adapted viruses, those viruses remix across pig populations to create new varieties of influenza that can lead to epidemic diseases' make you a little jumpy.

Remix? Really? As I say, the overall content that we have seriously disrupted our agricultural environment creating new vectors of disease doesn't seem too contentious, and it's to their credit that the authors spell out the argument to allow the reader to examine the connecting premises.

There are striking phrases and arguments throughout:

... capitalism's tendency to repeatedly position humanity on the brink of extinction. In past decades, that extinction was threatened through global nuclear war. Today, it confronts us in the shape of an ecological catastrophe which is as much microbiological as macroecological.

There's an excellent section called There is No Wilderness that looks at how vectors between wild animal and environmental spaces have been brought into capitalist processes and supply chains, partly through driving scarcity in local populations, then required to look elsewhere for food, partly by industrialising... well, they say it better:

Again, Wallace and his numerous collaborators point to not one but two major routes by which capitalism helps to gestate and unleash ever more deadly epidemics: The first, outlined above, is the directly industrial case, in which viruses are gestated within industrial environments that have been fully subsumed within capitalist logic. But the second is the indirect case, which takes place via capitalist expansion and extraction in the hinterland, where previously unknown viruses are essentially harvested from wild populations and distributed along global capital circuits.

I found this section particularly interesting because of a fascination with the grotesque, that artistic examination of the boundary between the truly wild, and let us say subconscious, and the civilised. Chuang's contention is that with the viruses we are seeing the result of internalising the wild into our 'civilised' global supply chains, an interesting new aesthetic boundary as well as an important socioeconomic question. My mind, as so often, inevitably drawn back to Kipling's short story, The Eye of Allah, as the medieval monks look at microbes through the lens of the new microscope they have acquired - incidentally the sort of dramatisation of abstract spaces that Tom McCarthy would do well to study.

There is of course plenty of latent and explicit argument in the west about Chuang's characterisation of capitalism. They note that the significant medical advances brought about by capitalism are incontrovertible, but point to their uneven distribution - too little, too late. At the beginning of the second essay, on Chinese worker organisation and the dynamics of corporate and state institutions under Covid, they say of the US and a perceived direction of state capacity into 'the hands of a police state', "Such a shift is clearly indicative of a once capacious state in the throes of a decades-long decay." To set against that you might set Audrey Tang's comment in an interview with Tyler Cowen (i know i know, he's a preposterous prick, but his interviews can be interesting and this one is):

COWEN: Now, my country, the United States, has made many, many mistakes at an almost metaphysical level. What is it in the United States that those mistakes have come from? What’s our deeper failing behind all those mistakes?
TANG: I don’t know. Isn’t America this grand experiment to keep making mistakes and correcting them in the open and share it with the world? That’s the American experiment.
COWEN: Have we started correcting them yet?
TANG: I’m sure that you have.

That of course is part of the capitalist argument as well - that is to say, flows of capital are mutable enough to enable renewal *at some level*. Now that level is often at the level of the wealthiest, so we come back to Chuang's key point about uneven allocation, but of course also capitalism's tendency to bring us to the edge of extinction. Hell of a gamble. Hell of an experiment. I think again about Tufekci's point about the precariousness of gain-of-function experimenting and the porousness of even top graded biological labs. Add that to Chuang's observation that actually, we have been lucky these have just been Covid viruses - an aggressive flu virus finding a vector into the global circuits would be considerably more damaging.

Anniversaries Vol 1 - Uwe Johnson. Started reading it. Put it down. Went to a Patrick Wright lecture mainly on The Village that Died for England, and then ended up also buying his book on Uwe Johnson's time in Sheppey, The Sea View Has Me Again. picked it up and put it down. Finally, got a copy of Luke Ellis' Twenty twenty, which quotes liberally from Anniversaries. I found myself enjoying the Anniversaries sentences more than Luke Ellis', so I've picked it up properly this time, and am finding it quite compelling. More at another time though!

The Mediterranean and the Mediterranean World in the Age of Phillip II - Vol I – Fernand Braudel. As always a delight in style, intellect and observation. His separation of the book into levels is justified wonderfully:

The first part is devoted to a history whose passage is almost imperceptible, that of man in his relationship to the environment, a history in which all change is slow, a history of constant repetition, ever-recurring cycles....

On a different level from the first there can be distinguished another history, this time with slow but perceptible rhythms. If the expression had not been diverted from its full meaning, one could call it *social history*, the history of groups and groupings. How did these swelling currents affect Mediterranean life in general...

Lastly, the third part gives hearing to traditional history – history, one might say, on the scale not of man, but of individual men, what Paul Lacombe and François Simiand called '*l'histoire événementielle*', that is, the history of events: surface disturbances, crests of foam that the tides of history carry on their strong backs.

(sic: man and men in their unwelcome blurred old form as proxies for 'people' and 'humankind': obv for dynastic history as well as social women play and major part and more generally gender constructions exist on a spectrum across which people participate in the dynamics of history)

And so in that first section you get a wonderful disquisition on the commerce in snow and ice-water, which i will quote in full to conclude this overlong entry:

These are the snows that explain the long Mediterranean history of 'snow water', offered by Saladin to Richard the Lionheart, and drunk to fatal excess by Don Carlos in the hot month of July 1568, when he was imprisoned in the Palace at Madrid. In Turkey in the sixteenth century it was not merely the privilege of the rich; in Constantinople, but elsewhere as well, Tripoli in Syria, for instance, travellers remarked on merchants selling snow water, pieces of ice, and water-ices which could be bought for a few small coins. Pierre Belon relates that snow from Bursa used to arrive at Istanbul in whole boatloads. It was to be found there all the year round according to Busbecq, who was astonished to see the janissaries drinking it every day at Amasia in Anatolia, in the Turkish army camp. The snow trade was so important that the pashas took an interest in the exploitation of the 'ice mines'. It was said in 1578 to have provided Muhammad Pasha with an income of up to 80,000 sequins a year.

Elsewhere, in Egypt, for example, where snow arrived from Syria by relays of fast horses; in Lisbon which imported it from great distances; in Oran, the Spanish *presidio*, where snow arrived from Spain in the brigantines of the Intendance; in Malta, where the Knights, if we are to believe them, would die of snow did not arrive from Naples, their illneses apparently requiring 'this sovereign remedy', snow was, on the contrary, the height of luxury. In Italy, as in Spain, however, snow water seems to have been used widely. It explains the early development of the art of ice cream and water-ice in Italy. Its sale was so profitable in Rome that it became the subject of a monopoly. In Spain snow was piled up in wells and kept until summer. Wstern pilgrims travelling to the Holy Land in 1494 were none the less astonished to see the owner of the boat presented, on the Syrian cost, with 'a sack full of snbow, the sight of which this country and in the month of July, filled all on board with the greatest amazement'. On the same Syrian coast, a Venetian noted with surprise in 1553 that the 'Mores', 'ut nos utimur saccharo, item spargunt nivem super cibos et sua edulia, 'sprinkle snow on their food and dishes as we would sugar.'

couple of additional things: a key point across the Chuang essays is that Covid has shown the Chinese state capacity to be significantly less robust than western depictions of it. It is highly effective when focused on a single area - eg Hubei in the case of Covid – but does not have the capacity to apply that level of rigor nationally, leaving local areas to apply their own, occasionally ferocious, lockdown rules.

second, i meant to quote part of the final paragraph to the first essay - the overall essay is excellent, clear in a way that allows you to see its argument, strikingly phrased in places, and this final para summarises nicely in tone, image and argument:

In quarantined China, we begin to glimpse such a landscape, at least in its outlines: empty late-winter street dusted by the slightest film of undisturbed snow, phone-lit faces peering out of windows, happenstance barricades staffed by a few spare nurses or police or volunteers or simply paid actors tasked with hoisting flags and telling you to put your mask on and go back home. The contagion is social. So, it should come as no real surprise that the only way to combat it at such a late stage is to wage a surreal sort of war on society itself. Don't gather together, don't cause chaos. But chaos can build in isolation too.

Finished Clark Coolidge's "Selected Poems 1962-1985," a 464-page opus that took about two weeks for me to get through. Now onto a re-read of Dennis Cooper's "I Wished," probably followed by a re-read of the George Miles cycle, then another re-read of "I Wished" before finally writing a review...

*correction - Twenty twenty is by Ellis Sharp, not Luke Ellis. Luke Ellis is someone I work with.

I hope you get to it one day (xp). I had heard that he lived in NYC and wondered what he made of the Central Park birdwatching incident and the Arbery case in light of his own hobbies and the urban and residential development in gritty areas and class themes that were topics in his earlier work and presumably his lived experience with first generation immigrants. I haven't yet figured out what makes it compelling in spite of all of the naysayers and one's own perception of gullibility while reading. I have made scant progress.

The writing to me was candid, and the coverage made me aware of alternate worlds and new things to explore (including working with archival and historical materials ... xp).

Sounds appealing, but what book are you referring to?

The Love Songs of W.E.B. Du Bois

Ursula Le Guin - The Dispossesed
Domenico Starnone - Ties.

A really rare thing for me is to finish reading a book and think it was the right time. Most of the time its an 'oh just wish I had read Middlemarch ten years ago'. Le Guin and her imagination of a world organised along anarchist lines would not have had the same effect at 20 (when I was reading lots of SF) that it does today, when our politics has utterly crumbled to dust and the no one able is able to govern from the top.

I'll talk more about Ties in the Elena Ferrante thread.

Valdimar Ásmundsson, powers of darkness - this is the Icelandic “translation” of Dracula that was published just a few years after the original; almost a century passed before anyone realised it isn’t at all a translation in the usual sense but a completely rewritten novel, notably racier and bloodier than stoker’s, with added political intrigue - that’s the pitch anyway. The intro by the (re)translator is very keen to convince you that this version is somehow drawn from stoker’s notes for Dracula, making it semi-official, but the mystery of the artefact is the draw for me. Oh, there’s also a foreword by stoker himself… probably

Is it any good? It spends a LOT more time on harker at castle Dracula (as in, most of the book) and this stuff is quite good, especially the count’s extreme libertine rants, the blood cult and ghostly figures, none of which lead anywhere. The stuff in England (which weirdly ditches the epistolary mode in favour of standard 3rd person narrative) is disappointingly sketchy, the endgame across Europe absurdly truncated (& no renfield, fuck that). The most interesting change here is that while Dracula is mostly an unseen character in the second half of stoker’s novel, here he interacts with Mina & co. Interestingly the translation was done by committee, with the named translator really more of a project leader; it’s no doubt diligent but maybe missing the flair that would do justice to what halldór laxness apparently called one of the greatest works of Icelandic literature

~~~ok since writing the above I have read the Wikipedia entry and apparently it has since emerged that the Icelandic text is based on a previous Swedish translation, in which the second part is much longer? This is like borgesian soap opera

Also recently Frederic dard, bird in a cage - downbeat murder mystery I would never have solved in a million years, with an extra very dark wrinkle if I’m reading right

Izumi Suzuki, terminal boredom - seven sf stories by an author who acted in pink films (& was in throw away your books, rally in the streets!) & died by suicide aged like 36. I hope more of her stuff appears in English, I really enjoyed these. I’m not an expert in this genre by any means but I can see how it could be standard post pkd: drugs, identity, shifting reality, what if anomie but too much — but I felt the mood was v distinctive

+ Seamus Heaney Beowulf - this is where I learned Grendel isn’t a dragon

the izumi suzuki sounds intriguing. will put it on the list.

*correction - Twenty twenty is by Ellis Sharp, not Luke Ellis. Luke Ellis is someone I work with.

― Fizzles, Sunday, 30 January 2022 bookmarkflaglink

Had a look at a review and did laugh that someone had a go at a 'this is what I did in lockdown' type book.

https://www.themodernnovel.org/europe/w-europe/england/sharp/twenty-twenty/

*correction - Twenty twenty is by Ellis Sharp, not Luke Ellis. Luke Ellis is someone I work with.

― Fizzles, Sunday, 30 January 2022 bookmarkflaglink

Had a look at a review and did laugh that someone had a go at a 'this is what I did in lockdown' type book.

https://www.themodernnovel.org/europe/w-europe/england/sharp/twenty-twenty🕸/

It reminds me of Journey to the End of Night when Bardamu says "Every virtue has its own indecent literature". We need more of such indecency in virtuous English literary culture.

January hasn’t been a great month for me reading wise but I think that will improve.

The Brightest Star in the Sky - Marian Keyes

I can’t remember why I read this after having it on my shelf for ten years but it was one of the few of hers I’ve never read. It’s very very strange (my husband “how strange can a Marian Keyes book be?” “Chunks of ice falling off airplanes to kill rapists in the street strange”). For me, the conceit didn’t quite work and the characters weren’t quite there - with the exception of Maeve maybe - and I’m wondering if it’s because the slightly fantastical element is removed from her usual groundedness in her life experiences? Like, Rachel’s Holiday despite its cover is the furthest thing from fluff - it’s about addiction and the lies and hurt and pain caused by it! - whereas there was less to this than I wanted. Still, I liked reading it, but I wouldn’t reread it to death like all her other work.

Breasts and Eggs - Mieko Kawakami

I haven’t finished this yet. I really enjoyed the first part - the days in the apartment in Tokyo with her sister and niece and couldn’t stop reading that, but I’ve ground to a halt in part 2. Maybe because the subject matter is less interesting to me. I do need to come back and finish it though, because it’s been really good so far. Ofc with translated work you’re always wondering how much the translator’s perspective contributes to the voices of the characters, but I found the portrayals of poverty and sisterhood in part 1 really enthralling and I just need to come back and finish part 2.

Tokyo Girls Bravo - Kyoko Okazaki

I love Kyoko Okazaki a ridiculous amount??? Only two of her works are officially translated into English - this is one of the many French translations. I own a French translation of this but the version I’m reading is actually a scanlation done by a hobbyist - which I am incredibly grateful for. I got most of it through the French but the English fleshes out there stuff that was slightly ambiguous to me. Anyway, I love this a lot, it’s semi autobiographical with plenty of focus on the things that mattered to young Okazaki - fashion, new wave, Tokyo scenes - and her art style works really well here. When Tokyo is a focal point, it’s drawn slightly fantastically, with stars stamped in the sky like a child’s imagining. Her faces and expressions are drawn with the same sort of relaxed, nearly sloppy, flow she always uses, which contrasts nicely with the sharpness of her actual text, and the observations about people are as great as she always manages. I am always very fond of how she uses blank spaces to force a focal point, like someone abruptly punching the pause button on a tape recorder. I kept coming back to this particular piece:

https://i.postimg.cc/LX7McjGJ/708-B131-D-0-ABB-4646-81-CC-117-D05393-F58.jpg

Anyway no idea when I’ll finish it as it’s up to the scanlators but it’s great and I’m really enjoying it.

Ofc with translated work you’re always wondering how much the translator’s perspective contributes to the voices of the characters

There's a bit in here about the Osaka dialect and how the published translation doesn't really try and capture it:

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/sep/11/breasts-and-eggs-by-mieko-kawakami-review-an-interrogation-of-the-female-condition

I read that and that seemed to gel with the tiny amount I know about it alright

Good book post, poster Gyac.

xp to gyac

yes Rachel's Holiday is really good and far more than the light funny quick read I was anticipating going in. tho it is still funny. sequel is out this month I think.

Ty pinefox!

Yeah Oscar, I am cautiously looking forward to that, but I’m never really sure about sequels so late after the original. But let’s wait and see I guess?

I finished Alasdair Gray's story 'Sir Thomas's Logopandocy'. The narrator explains his idea of a reformed language that would be perfect. He is, it seems, discreetly released from confinement and travels the world in the last pages. Some of these are almost unreadable fragments, like Dada poems. He winds up in a mysterious town like one of Calvino's invisible cities. Meanwhile discourse is interrupted by statements like HERE A GREAT PART OF THE MANUSCRIPT HAS BEEN ATE BY MICE.

I think I'm still missing something re: this story. I don't much see how the first part relates to the second and third. But I rather marvel at Gray's knowledge and his ability to persevere with such an elaborate, extended piece of historical pastiche. The ambition - historical, allegorical, textual - of this volume, UNLIKELY STORIES, MOSTLY, is remarkable. I've one more long story to go. It's called 'M. Pollard's Prometheus'.

Walter Rodney The Groundings With My brothers
Short set of essays on Black Empowerment from teh late 60s looking at teh history of teh West Indies and Africa.
Pretty short and now bulked out a bit with commentaries. BUt I think this is the first Rodney I have read and hopefully will be far from the last. Do wish I could get a cheap copy of How Europe Underdeveloped Africa, do have a request in for a copy as an interlibrary loan but it appears there is only one copy in teh system which isn't good. Would have thought he wasn't that obscure.

Audre lorde Zami A New spelling of my Name
Black lesbian feminist's memoir . I've just got to her leaving college cos she didn't get the grades she wanted for subjects she hadn't studied for and thought she had no capability for. Really nice memoir anyway, really shows where her thought comes from I think.

I finished The Riddle of the Sands. I needn't have feared it as overly war-centered and bloody. I'd estimate more than 80% of the narrative was taken up with discussions of small craft seamanship and navigation. Even the dastardly German plot to invade England was nowhere near immanence, but rather was proceeding at a slow pace requiring uncounted further years of preparation. Not one drop of blood was shed in this book. If you love small craft seamanship, this book will be your nirvana. Otherwise, be advised.

depicting Germans as dastardly then acquiring real guns from them to help in 1916 oh well.

A Short History of 7 Killings Marlon James
The multivoiced novel about the events concerning the assassination attempt on Bob Marley in 1976. It's done like an oral history or rather a collection of different accounts of the time surrounding the real life event. I just got up to the end of the section set in teh year of the hit. I need to read up on what happened to the actual group of gunmen.
This is very welldone and i should have really concentrated on it more a few months ago before I got into the continual stream of interlibrary loans I'm trying to keep up with. Think I will be trying to read more of his work.

Groundings With My brothers Walter Rodney
short set of articles by Rodney on the history of Africa initially done as notes for a history course he was teaching.
I just ordered his book on the Russian revolution.

Bessie Chris Albertson

I made a brief run at The Radetzky March, Joseph Roth. It is written almost exclusively in the omniscient voice and the past tense. It is full of keen observation of the characters and their actions, but it is unleavened by other voices; only about 1% of the writing is devoted to dialogue between the characters. Instead Roth gives us descriptions summarizing their interactions. The dominating use of the past tense adds an elegiac tone, but robs everything of immediacy. That kind of relentless objectivity allows for exceptional levels of nuance but it makes for very dense reading. I'm postponing this one for another time.

a lot of people want to look at every single thing through a manichean moral lens. figure out which guy is the good guy and which guy is the bad guy. not me though. to be the king of deals you have to be a master of nuance. comfortable with grey areas

— Richie Deals (@allahliker) February 3, 2022

That kind of relentless objectivity allows for exceptional levels of nuance but it makes for very dense reading.

Yes! Felt similar. Also why I (temporarily) (probably) gave up The Corner That Held Them.

i'm reading season of migration to the north based on glowing recommendations here and it's astounding.

I've given up on both the Radetzky March and The Corner that Held them, too. I found myself drifting.

I'm reading Patricia Lockwood's No One is Talking About This. I don't think it's doing me much good in terms of my general grasp of reality right now but it's very funny in places and her figurative language frequently pulls me up short.

I retreated into the world of 'science lite' in the form of a book called The Disappearing Spoon, Sam Kean. It's a grab bag of science-and-scientists anecdotes centered very loosely around the Periodic Table of the Elements. While it does contain some history and some almost 'hard' science that I hadn't encountered before, the overall effect is like listening to Everyone's Favorite High School Science Teacher, who spends the entire class time 'making science fun', while ignoring the textbook, in the hope that the dullest kids in the class will pick up a smattering of science instead of tuning them out. Luckily for me, I can walk out of class for a break when I feel like it.

Bullet Train
by Kōtarō Isaka

Nanao, nicknamed Lady Bird—the self-proclaimed “unluckiest assassin in the world”—boards a bullet train from Tokyo to Morioka with one simple task: grab a suitcase and get off at the next stop. Unbeknownst to him, the deadly duo Tangerine and Lemon are also after the very same suitcase—and they are not the only dangerous passengers onboard. Satoshi, “the Prince,” with the looks of an innocent schoolboy and the mind of a viciously cunning psychopath, is also in the mix and has history with some of the others. Risk fuels him as does a good philosophical debate . . . like, is killing really wrong? Chasing the Prince is another assassin with a score to settle for the time the Prince casually pushed a young boy off of a roof, leaving him comatose.

When the five assassins discover they are all on the same train, they realize their missions are not as unrelated as they first appear.

A massive bestseller in Japan, Bullet Train is an original and propulsive thriller that fizzes with an incredible energy and surprising humor as its complex net of double-crosses and twists unwind. Award-winning author Kotaro Isaka takes readers on a tension packed journey as the bullet train hurtles toward its final destination. Who will make it off the train alive—and what awaits them at the last stop?

I've only just started it, but so far it seems to be a cracking read.

A massive bestseller in Japan, Bullet Train is an original and propulsive thriller that fizzes with an incredible energy

I'm not sure that quoting publisher's blurbs at length is quite in the spirit of I Love Books. Blurbs are more to be avoided, like the piles of dog shit that festoon a city sidewalk. I want to hear what you think of the book.

Someone open a window in ILB already

Done. While I'm up, anything else you'd like?

Reading Grossman's Life and Fate. My father-in-law's favorite book, decided I should read while he's still around to talk about it. Other than the challenge of tracking all the patronymics, diminutives, etc., really enjoying it.

Love The Radetzky March.

Done. While I'm up, anything else you'd like?

If that is your desire, you may whistle up the wind.

Plenty of that when you’re around.

Joseph Roth rules.

I want to hear what you think of the book.

As soon as I've read enough to form an opinion beyond the one-sentence impression I gave at the end, I'd be glad to share it.

Not sure whether that is a publisher's blurb per se--I just copied off of Goodreads. But, I understand the point you are making.