‘Violet’ by SJI Holliday
My reading at the moment seems to have been quite grim. One of the odd things about books is that sometimes the thing you want to pick you up is a fairly nihilistic thriller about jealousy and obsession. I’m not saying ‘Violet’ was great, but it was a fun, quick read. It’s the story of two backpackers from the UK who meet by chance in Asia (or do they…?) and decide to travel together for a while, just as mates (or are they…?) and as time goes on they get into some scrapes that seem to be just by accident (or are they…?) and it rattles along quite nicely from there (or does it…?). One of the things that’s quite effectively done is that although you know from the blurb and the setup that one of the backpackers is scheming something, it’s never 100% clear which one it is. You might be 80% sure that Violet isn’t what she seems, but there’s just little bits indicating Carrie might be a little bit iffy, too. It works pretty well.
‘Friday Black’ by Nana Kwameadjei-Brenyah
I got this collection of short stories from the library. I thought the first story, The Finkelstein Five, was pretty good. I also liked the two stories that turned the consumerism of Black Friday shopping events and turned them into zombie plagues. More than anything (and I realise this is going to sound shifty) there were a couple of stories in this that really highlighted how a lot of short stories are structured. I’m thinking mainly of The Era, which felt very familiar in its storytelling, even though the context was interesting. I don’t know. You look at stories long enough, you start to see patterns.
It’s gone back to the library already. I wish I’d kept it longer, just so I could study it a bit more. Books like that are funny - you might not like them, but they can teach you things.
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'The Virgin Suicides' by Jeffrey Eugenedis
This is one of those ones that’s been knocking around on my Kindle for a while now. I’m not sure if it had the line ‘TIKTOK MADE ME BUY IT!’ in the title when I purchased it, but I ignored that and pressed on when I couldn’t sleep one night.
It’s good, obviously. I’d be interested to see Sofia Coppola’s adaptation of it and found I had Kirsten Dunst as the mental image of the Lisbon sisters as I was reading it. I was interested in the structure, in that it’s five long chapters, and also that it’s told be an anonymous collective of boys who observed the deaths. While I wouldn’t say I loved it, I certainly admired it. There were bits in there that made me think god, that’s really writing. On reflection, I’m not sure how I feel about that. But still. There’s a reason it makes the list of books you should read about teenage life. I didn’t really highlight much, apart from the one quote that everyone highlights:
Excerpt
The paramedics took Cecilia to Bon Secours Hospital on Kercheval and Maumee. In the emergency room Cecilia watched the attempt to save her life with an eerie detachment. Her yellow eyes didn’t blink, nor did she flinch when they stuck a needle in her arm. Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Within five minutes of the transfusion he declared her out of danger. Chucking her under her chin, he said, “What are you doing here, honey? You’re not even old enough to know how bad life gets.”
And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: “Obviously, Doctor,” she said, “you’ve never been a thirteen-year-old girl.” —p5
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‘The Cipher’ by Kathe Koja
Well, I read this but didn’t write it up for over a week and when I tried to write it up, I couldn’t remember the name or who it was by. Thankfully, searching for ‘novel with the funhole and the guy with the hole in his hand’ brought up the right results.
I don’t know. I guess it’s just not for me. I enjoy horror novels now and then, but am realising that I really have difficulty with wilfully self-destructive characters. This has them in spades.
In a nutshell, two underemployed people in their twenties discover a weird floating hole in space, located in the apartment below the protagonist’s. What becomes a shared secret soon spirals into a small cult and… people act against their own best interests, over and over again.
No quotes from this one because it just left me depressed. It reminded me of the bits I didn’t like in ‘House of Leaves’ - sad sack single man in love with a tattoo artist, etc.
'You Are The Führer’s Unrequited Love' by Jean-Noël Orengo
I don’t quite know how to classify this. Metaautofiction? Not quite, because it’s not written by the subject, but it feels different to anything I’ve read before. Detailing the progression of ‘Hitler’s Architect’, Albert Speer, through the Nazi party, the Nuremberg Trials, imprisonment and then post-release fame. It’s this last section that I found most interesting, particularly Speer’s relationship with the historian Gitta Sereny (a former member of the French resistance). The whole thing is written in a very blank style. I thought the changing designation of Speer throughout (the architect, the minister, the prisoner, the star) was an interesting little trick and something I might nick at some point.
Obviously, any depiction of the Nazis is depressing and soul crushing, but that doesn’t mean one should avoid them. The current climate makes it feel more necessary than ever to be aware of how these horrors happen with the cooperation of ordinary folk.
Excerpts
Contemporary buildings should be built with a mind to the ruins that they would later become. It was already an architecture of impact because of its outsize dimensions. It would be even more so if they could prefigure now what sort of ruin it would produce.
It wasn't just a case of using the most durable and most noble materials - the best stones, the best wood, the best fabrics – in the service of durable and noble forms - domes, colonnades – but of using engineering and physics to predict the spots where the cracks would be most beautiful, where the disintegration would be most eloquent and full of pathos.
p80
[Hitler] admired Islam, believing that Europe and the Aryans had chosen the wrong religion when they went with Christianity, that Jewish sect with a mournful Jew as its figurehead, rather than a prophet sanctifying the sword against the infidels. But that was how it was, the vast majority of Germans of Aryan stock were Christians, he had to deal with it, in peacetime as well as in times when war was raging everywhere on the planet.
P129
The Third Reich doesn't forget us, and as long as there are still human beings, it will never forget us. It was designed that way. To make itself unforgettable by the sheer scale of its crimes and the excesses of its monuments. Crimes and monuments.
Its aesthetic won the war. It lost the war of arms but won the war of signs. And the conflict continues on the moral and artistic level, a never-ending total war.
Every kid on earth now knows who Adolf Hitler is. They know the Nazi salute and the 'Heil Hitler!' Most people do it at least once in their life, as a game, to be provocative. Some adolescents in their thirties, forties, sixties still do it even now. From Algiers to Tokyo, Damascus, Mexico, Bangkok, Tehran, the Middle East, Africa, Asia, the dark side of the moon, everyone knows the SS uniform, the swastika armband, the leather, the torchlit parades, the Panzers, the Stukas, Hitler and even Göring, Himmler, Goebbels, a quartet from the history books turned into figurines, video game, filmed, graphic or written biopic, alternative histories, S&M gear, Wehrmacht helmet and heels, fishnet stockings, fashion, rock, the quenelle gesture, swastikas, young people revelling in the double S, Wolfsangel style, the Azov regiment, battalion, company, tank columns on the console and on the steppes, Eastern front for ever.
On the other side, unless it's a relative of yours, coming up with the name of a deportee is more complicated. For most of them, it's a very eloquent concert, a long silence, the orchestra pauses, searching, finding at best only the name of a camp - Auschwitz - and firstand foremost, signs: a yellow, six-pointed star sown onto the chest, numbers tattooed onto the lower arm, striped pyjamas - a binary alternance here too, the flipside of the anti-aircraft searchlights - emaciation, white, bony anatomies, an image floating on the surface of commemorations that become increasingly abstract as the last of the deported pass away, and anonymous, where the human being, the Jew, becomes simply an element of the Nazi décor.
But a proper name?
P248
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'Kitten Clone' by Douglas Coupland with photos by Olivia Arthur
My copy is missing the image wrap. Also, I scanned it and didn’t do a very good job of cropping. Can you tell that I’m procrastinating over working on a draft of something more important? No? Great!
I remember seeing this book when it first came out. I wanted it, but was unsure about spending £25 on a book about a company the the cover heavily implies is pretty boring. I was a fan of Coupland’s ‘Microserfs’, though, and the thought of him covering another monolithic tech company was pretty appealing, but not quite enough to make me purchase it. Since then I’ve read a fair few books about boring companies and would probably risjk a quarter ton on it now, if I hadn’t found a copy on eBay for a tenner.
It’s part of a series called Writers in Residence, which the back cover informs me also did editions on the USS George H.W. Bush and the IMF (unbelievable). I might see if I can find those, not because this one was so good, but because those sound like more interesting subjects.
Alcatel Lucent manufacture and sell communications infrastructure equipment. That’s phones and internet routers on the small scale, undersea fibre-optic cables on the larger side of things. It’s a fairly beige enterprise – not sexy like Apple or a technocratic superpower like Google. The book is written in a manner that injects a bit of life into it and even though the premise is centred around dull companies being interesting, by the end I found myself wishing the same approach had been taken with somewhere more engaging.
The photos by Olivia Arthur are… fine. I mean, I like a bit of communications hardware as much as anyone, so that was about as good as it got. Coupland’s prose goes on a few flights of fancy that are hit and miss. I didn’t really follow the cat motif running through the book and which the title is drawn from, but whatever.
As predicted in the book, Alcatel Lucent doesn’t exist anymore. It was acquired in 2016 – by Nokia, which perhaps tells you something about the pace of the tech industry. (Don’t let those retro 3310s fool you – Nokia is a dead company, only existing as a trademark to evoke nostalgia to sell cheap phones.)
Excerpts
If you have a culture whose brains are “planned” by books, you’ll have a citizenry who want their lives to be book-like. If you have a culture whose brains are “planned” by digital culture and internet browsing, you’ll have a citizenry who want their lives to be simultaneous, fluid, ready to jump from link to link–a society that assumes that knowledge is there for the asking when you need it. This is a very different society from one peopled by book readers
Yet the residual need for one’s life to be a story persists from the print era, especially in people born before 1970. Print era holdouts see the nonlinear children of the web as shallow and emotionally impoverished. Young people “born digital,” with no vested emotional engagement with books, view print holdouts as sould adrift in a useless sea of nostalgia.
–p60
Cheesequake State Park
p78
The [restaurant] bill arrives and Ross scratches the bottom of the receipt. I ask him why and he says, “A few years back, nobody was giving or keeping receipts for anything, so for tax reasons the [Chinese] government came up with the idea of putting scratch-and-win prizes at the bottom of all receipts. Now everybody keeps every receipt. It worked.”
p161
Photos
All pictures by Olivia Arthur. Scanned to give an indication of content, not quality (my scanner is pretty terrible).
'Green Hell' by T.C. Boyle
One of the go-to books on my Kindle is The Collected Stories of T.C Boyle (which I think is actually just his first three collections). While unable to sleep, I read ‘Green Hell’ and it reminded me of just how much ground you can cover in a short story.
'Kala' by Colin Walsh
Well, I had a whole post about this, but Squarespace ate it and I can’t be bothered to write it again.
This is a pretty good thriller, albeit without the most original premise. Old friends reunite in their hometown, haunted by the disappearance of a childhood friend when they were teenagers.
I’d tried a couple of duds on my Kindle and was very pleased when I found this. It cracks along and the characterisation is pretty good.
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Excerpt
…at one point I made a comment about Auntie Pauline’s softness, and Rossie said, ‘It only looks like softness from outside.’ We kept working. But a few minutes later he piped up again and said, ‘It takes strength to be that delicate.’
‘Quint’ by Robert Lautner
I’ve bounced off a few books lately, starting them and not feeling any desire to continue. One of the books that’s sat on my shelf for a while is Peter Benchley’s original novel of ‘Jaws’, which I got for Christmas. I think I’ve read it before and even though I don’t remember it being great (apart from the cover of the 70s edition I had) I probably would have read it if we hadn’t watched the film on Christmas Day.
Anyway, this prequel by Robert Lautner was pretty good. I tend not to be a fan of prequels, but got this from the library because I was mildly interested but not enough to actually buy the book.
It’s pretty good. There’s a fair amount of grisly details as you might expect, given that it covers the sinking of the USS Indianapolis in flashback and a fairly bloody bit of shark fishing contemporaneously. Years ago, a couple of friends were raving about Hemingway’s ‘The Old Man and The Sea’ and, honestly, I found all the fish talk pretty dull. Maybe I’ve matured as a reader since then. Maybe not. Perhaps reading ‘Moby Dick’ has radically reshaped what I think too much detail about fishing is. Anyway, this was pretty good, although it mainly made me think about how great Robert Shaw was in the film.
Excerpts
The devil
God never turns up. The Devil tips his hat to you, walks right beside you. God sits on a throne, keeps you beneath. You can get to know the Devil on first-name terms. He'll come to dinner fi you ask him. God sent his son and angels. The Devil comes in person. Gotta respect that a little.
– p131
Kaitens
You know what a Kaiten is? That's a suicide torpedo. Got a man or two on board, guiding by periscope. Hatches close and they got no opening on the inside. They used kids from poor families, eighteen years old, with the promise that their families would get a great pension. I know bad ways to die but that tops a lot. Fired out of a tube ni hte dark, into the night, into the black water, and if you don't hit, don't explode and burn, you'll sink to the deep and suffocate or blow up from the pressure. blow yourself out your own asshole. Got to give it to the J*ps. They really wanted to win. I just wanted to eat.
– p143-144, (censorship mine.)
Baby Sharks
Sharks birth live young. She has eggs like a fish, sure, but they hatch inside her and they ear the weaker ones so thems that come out are the strongest. They come out killers. Killers of their siblings to start their life. Earn their place.
— p171-172
‘The Medium is the Massage’ by Marshall McLuhan & Quentin Fiore
Slightly shitty scan of the cover. Soz.
Weird book, picked up at a discount at a shop that was closing down. Although I’ve heard of McLuhan, it’s really only as a cameo in Annie Hall and for the phrase ‘the medium is the message’, which I heard a lot at one time (not so much anymore) and which I felt I understood on an intuitive level without ever really interrogating what it means.
Anything with interesting layouts and weird typography is going to get my attention and after a few months on the shelf, I read it during a couple of hours downtime.
My brain tends to hear Charlie Brown’s teacher when text gets too academic (bwah-bwah-mwah-bwah), but I’ve picked out a few bits that I found interesting. I will say, though, that as I was going back to scan a couple of spreads, bits started leaping out at me. It might have spared itself from the charity shop, at least for a while.
Anyway, some stuff:
Environments are not passive wrappings, but are, rather, active processes which are invisible. […] Anti- environments, or countersituations made by artists, provide means of direct attention and enable us to see and understand more clearly.
Print technology created the public. Electric technology created the mass.
Professionalism is environmental. Amateurism is anti-environmental. Professionalism merges the individual into patterns of total environment. Amateurism seeks the development of the total awareness of the individual and the critical awareness of the ground rules of society. The amateur can afford to lose. The professional tends to classify and to specialize, to accept uncritically the groundrules of the environment. The groundrules provided by the mass response of his colleagues serve as a pervasive environment of which he is contentedly unaware. The "expert" is the man who stays put.
I also liked this, quoted:
“The discovery of the alphabet will create forgetfulness in the learners’ souls, because they will not use their memories; they will trust to the external written characters and note remember of themselves…. You give your disciples not truth but only the semblance of truth; they will be heroes of many things, and will have learned nothing; they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing.” – Socrates, “Phaedrus”
and:
The Balinese say: “We have no art. We do everything as well as we can.”
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'Burn Book' by Kara Swisher
I mostly know Swisher from her various podcasts. She's fairly funny and level-headed about the inherent stupidness of much of the technology industry. I tried her earlier book There Must Be a Pony In Here Somewhere, but didn't make much headway, largely because I wasn't that interested in AOL as a company. I vaguely remembered reading an article about the company in Wired back when it was still a going concern and even then it was categorised as dull. I'm sure there's more to it and Swisher's book probably explains a lot of the now-incomprehensible AOL Time Warner merger. But it wasn't for me.
I tend to read books about business and technology when I go to sleep. I find them weirdly comforting. I particularly like books about ambitious hardware or software projects, such as ‘Showstopper! The Breakneck Race to Create Windows NT and the Next Generation at Microsoft’ by G. Pascal Zachary, which is full of technical detail or ‘Careless People’ by Sarah Wynn-Williams, which is full of weird, subhuman behaviour. The latter surprised me not with the callousness and ignorance of the technology entrepreneurial class, but more that anyone was shocked by it. The most surprising part of that book was that the author ever thought that Facebook could be a tool for genuine social good. It felt like an idea from long, long ago.
Swisher’s book is more of an overall precis of Swisher’s career and a round-up of the most notable figures in Silicon Valley. Although there’s promise of gossip, there isn’t much. Although fairly blunt, none of the commentary feels unfair, which is a fine line to tread.
Extracts
I’m not saying these are the best bits, but I’m trying to clip things from books that I find interesting. Just imagine the pencilled notes in the margins saying “yes, so true”.
Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
Sandberg, for her part, listened and then said in her silky-smoothest of voices some version of “Calm down, Kara. We’re handling it.” Well, they didn’t handle the propaganda. Not from the Russians. Not in Iran. And not in Sri Lanka, where a Buddhist mob attacked Muslims over false information spread on Facebook, prompting a government official to tell the New York Times in the most perfect of metaphors: “The germs are ours, but Facebook is the wind.”
Spalding Gray’s show Interviewing the Audience, which I saw five times at the Kennedy Center in the 1990s. You could actually see it countless times because each show, Gray pulled three audience members onstage to talk.
the much-discussed Section 230 gives the sector an unusual amount of protection. Still, most regulators and politicians are utterly missing in action. Europe has done a much better job in large part thanks to the scourge of Silicon Valley, Margrethe Vestager, the Danish politician who headed the European Commission for Competition.
goat rodeo
The New Old School
I’m enjoying using Word at the moment. It feels like a return to a very familiar tool, even though there are other programs I’ve probably used more. More than anything, it takes me back to my first laptop, a Dell with a rattly keyboard and external CD-ROM drive. I remember purchasing a CD from Computer Exchange that had Word 2000 and Outlook on it and it may have been the first time I paid for software. It’s crazy to me that this happened over twenty years ago.
Anyway, I’m using Word not only for fiction, but also instead of a notes programme. Having flicked between Bear, Apple Notes and Obsidian and not being wholly convinced by any of them, I remembered the massive feeling of relief I felt the first time I uninstalled Evernote. I’m not really convinced by the usefulness of digital notetaking. I think it’s something you do instead of actually working on something – a stopgap measure that makes you feel as if you’re working, while not actually getting closer to the goal. You sit at the keyboard hammering away at half-thoughts, but that’s not the same as actually writing.
To be clear, I don’t feel the same way about writing by hand. That, to me, is a different process, using another part of the brain and a separate physical action that allows for different types of thought. I know it’s rough, but that’s OK, because I’m just working things out on the page. There’s no confusion that writing by hand in a notebook is a final product. I’m not sure the same can be said for typing in a digital notetaking app. It feels the same as working on a manuscript, so the brain feels satisfied in a way it shouldn’t.
This is a long way of getting around to what I’m trying to say:
Write it down. Type it up.
That’s the new philosophy. It’s that simple. Write down things as they occur to you and if it’s worth something, type that idea up into a draft. No more documents filled with question marks and sentences that begin ‘Maybe’. All that stuff goes in the notebook. Other stuff goes into a Word document with a descriptive filename that I think is going to go into a folder on Dropbox.
Why Dropbox?
I’ve been using iCloud to sync files between my Apple devices and for the most part it works fine. The problem is that it syncs everything – documents, spreadsheets, photos, scans, music, downloaded PDFs, Affinity files… it can feel overwhelming.
The idea of a folder just dedicated to the Word documents I produce feels right. It’s perhaps a validation of Apple’s thinking, introduced in Mac OS Lion, that documents should belong to the apps that create them. I never got on board with that, mainly because a good proportion of what I do is collecting different media types into projects. I don’t think I’m alone in that, but the current focus on writing means that blocking out some other noise is maybe a good idea.
It is handy to be able to access some files on the go, though. Dropbox works pretty well for this. I have a free account with some additional space due to referrals or something. Enough for many, many Word files, which – if they don’t have images in them – tend to top out at a few hundred KB at the most. (One of the things I didn’t like about Apple Pages was the fact that even a one-page short story seemed to require a file of about a megabyte. I know that doesn’t seem like a lot when your device has gigabytes of storage, but it contributed to a sense of uncertainty about the application as a whole. That and the use of a sidebar for formatting, which just felt wrong to me.
Thinking about Dropbox came about largely because of my experimentation with blot.im, which is ongoing. I thought I would have to install the Dropbox service on my Macs in order to post, only to find that the service now supports iCloud. There’s now a folder on my Desktop where I can post to blot, but exploring my Dropbox account made me realise that it’s largely a clear space where I can impose a structure, as opposed to all the chaos I’ve already created.
The other thing about Dropbox is that it conforms to my sense of what’s proper in cloud storage. Files should primarily live on my computer and go up to the cloud, not the other way around. iCloud sort of does this, but on devices that have less storage, I use selective syncing and this makes me feel uneasy. As for Google Docs, the idea that any of my work is in the hands of Google – a company I haven’t properly trusted since the discontinuation of Reader – isn’t something I can live with. They’re an internet-first company and while their word processor product is great for collaboration, I can’t live with the idea of my work living on their servers, in a file format that doesn’t really exist in any sense and can’t be opened by anything else. (That last point is another mark against Pages, as well.)
Folder structure
I haven’t implemented the folder structure yet, but I think it’s something like this.
· Ideas
· Roughs
· Revisions
· Ready
· Out
This should be fairly self-explanatory, but just in case I come back to this and wonder what I was thinking, here we go:
Ideas is for fragments. These can be documents with a few paragraphs in or perhaps even just empty documents with a file name. This is about as close as I would get to a digital file system, but they’re things that were worthy of being typed up.
Roughs is drafts of things, not necessarily completed. This is where it’s about pounding words out and getting to a thing that can be shaped and refined.
Revisions is where this happens. This folder should only be things that are in a readable state.
Ready should have the least in it. This is the directory containing things that are completed, but aren’t currently under consideration anywhere. Ideally, this would be an ‘outbox-zero’ situation, but things aren’t always that simple.
Out is the stuff currently being considered somewhere. There’s obviously going to be motion between this and ‘Ready’, but hopefully note too much, right?
There probably needs to be an Archive folder for when things get accepted / published / abandoned or whatever. I would prefer that these folders were alphabetical, but perhaps I’ll just prepend them with numbers.
Alternatively, tags
It doesn’t have to be folders. If I end up not using Dropbox for this stuff, it might be worth instituting these as labels in Finder and using a Smart Folder to collate them all from across my hard drive. It’s a possibility that allows for other types of files in all sorts of disparate places, which is perhaps more realistic for where I am at the moment, but undermines the sort of controlled experience I’m trying to create.
I’m not sure I’ve ever actually used Smart Folders. They might not be what I think they are. I think I’m going to investigate that. I’m running up against my Pomodoro timer and want to do something else for the next chunk, so I think I’ll finish here.
Radioposter Launches Paper-fi: Analog Books with Synchronized Soundtracks
From the Colossal article about this melding of audio and print:
The system uses patented computer vision and other modes through a smartphone or smart glasses to track your place in the book and play the corresponding audio. Whether music, ambient sound, or narration, the soundtrack moves with you at your own pace.
While I think there’s lots to explore in the intersection of books and sound, this feels like a bit of a Juicero situation. I’m not sure there’s anything here that couldn’t be accomplished just by a playlist set to ‘repeat track’, with the reader pressing ‘next’ when they turn the page.
More info here if you’re interested: https://www.radioposter.com/blogs/paper-fi-blog/paper-fi
'Flesh' by David Szalay
This was a Christmas present that I just got around to reading. It’s funny – as I was describing the book to my partner, I realised it all sounded fairly conventional, but it didn’t feel that way as I was reading it. The main character goes from relative poverty in Hungary to London’s elite and… I don’t know… learns lessons along the way, I guess.
The writing is very sparse, which I quite like. It gave me some ideas for the thing I’m currently working on, which is always something to be viewed with suspicion.
It’s only as I try to find cover art to include here that I realise it won the Booker prize. It might be the first Booker winner I’ve ever read, as I tend to stay away from that sort of thing. It was good. I’m not sure I would call it ‘extraordinary and singular’, as the Booker judges did, but it’s all right.
These notes are supposed to be me just keeping track of what I’ve read and seen, but they do come across as quite grumpy, don’t they?
(I’ve missed quite a few books. I might have to bung them all in a round up post.)
Anyway, ‘Flesh’ was pretty good. I’d wait for the paperback, but whatever.
Chrome OS Flex... didn't work (for me)
I got very excited by the notion of prolonging the life of my old Macbook Pro by installing Chrome OS. It didn’t work, as it couldn’t connect to the wifi. As a Chromebook without wifi is like a flower without water, it wouldn’t allow me to go any further. Honestly, if it had, I might have explored that as a connection-free device can be useful for crashing out rough drafts.
But if you’ve got an old laptop that’s got pretty slow, then perhaps it will work for you. It’s possible to try it just by creating a USB key and booting from that, meaning you don’t have to wipe your hard drive to give it a go (thankfully).
Upgrade* your PCs and Macs to ChromeOS Flex
*Questionable, but whatever.
IOWA by OUYUNG
I’m trying to be a better ‘music citizen’ and not rely on all-you-can-eat streaming so much. I pre-ordered this based on the two preview tracks. Proceeds from vinyl sales go to to the Trans Music Archive.
via CDM
'The Ballad of a Small Player' by Lawrence Osbourne
I’ve had this sitting on my shelf for some time and it may be the recently released Netflix adaptation that made me pick it up again. It’s the story of a gambler, passing himself off as an English lord, losing money in the casinos of Macau.
Some books you re-start and wonder why you ever put them down, only to get to the point you reached and remember. That was the case here, where it was another entry in the canon of shitty-man-has-woman-dote-on-him-for-no-good-reason. I always find that a bit annoying, but pushed on through here.
I’m honestly not that interested in gambling. I count myself fortunate that whatever fascination people seem to have with losing money, I don’t share. Of all my vices, that’s not one of them. But the idea of luck and superstition have a certain appeal and when the book explores these, I found it a bit more engaging.
As always with page-to-screen adaptations, I would be interested to see what changes in transition. Colin Farrell has turned out to be an actor whose work I find interesting. I’d previously dismissed him, having seen him in iRobot and the poster for the sacrilegious Total Recall remake. But having seen In Bruges, my opinion came around. I really enjoyed the Apple TV series Sugar and although I wasn’t convinced at first about the necessity of The Penguin series, it turned out to be pretty good. Anyway, this isn’t supposed to be about Colin Farrell, but rather the book.
Because if there’s one main takeaway I have from reading The Ballad of a Small Player, it’s that I love little hardbacks. The dust jacket for this one got lost somewhere along the way and it’s just a perfect little red volume, pleasing in its size, weight and tactility.
'The Magician's Assistant' by Ann Patchett
I haven’t enjoyed a novel so much in quite some time. This was genuinely one of those books I didn’t want to end. I know those things are cliches, but sometimes they’re true. Just a lovely book with that blend of funny and sad that is my absolute sweet spot. I’ve just finished it and am still thinking it over, but what a great novel.
'Wake Up Dead Man' is... fine, I suppose
I’m trying to think if I’ve ever been to a film on opening night. I’m not sure. I think maybe I saw the first of the Star Wars sequels pretty close to opening. It was almost fully booked and I got my single seat on the front row at the Barbican Cinema. My mum was seriously ill at that time and those two hours of escapism were very welcome. Actually, now that I think about it, my wife and I went to see The Last Jedi on opening weekend and a packed Saturday night audience made it a lot more enjoyable. That was directed by Rian Johnson, which allows me to get back to my original point. We went to see the third ‘Knives Out’ film at the cinema, as we had done with the first two. I had high hopes. My wife was expecting it to be terrible. The truth was that it was somewhere in the middle. It was OK. About what you would expect for a decent Netflix mystery film, but nowhere near as fun, inventive and assured as either of the previous two movies.
I thought it was too long and only really got going when Benoit Blanc showed up, which was surprisingly late into the running time. Octavia thought his hair was terrible, but I don’t think was the only problem she had with the film. It’s still fairly enjoyable, but staging a lot of dialogue in an echoey church made it all feel a bit distant - a problem that might have been exacerbated by our back-row seats, which might have meant we got more of the rear audio than those seated further forward.
(Speaking of which, we booked two of the last tickets in an almost sold-out showing, but when we got there several rows were empty. What’s going on there? Did people just decide to throw away their £15 tickets or (puts on conspiracy hat) are Netflix block buying seats to bolster… something?)
It’s fine. I wouldn’t say it’s worth seeing at the cinema, which is a shame, because the first two really were a good time.
Also, someone kept taking pictures of the screen with their phone. During the film!