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Appropriately, I used this book as a palate cleanser to get me back into reading, as I'm labouring through another book (more my fault that its, I think). An enjoyable, easy read.
Really enjoy the Reid's book. Loved how they often contradicted each other.Way ahead of last year at this point, guessing die to being paid up from surgery for a while. Working through the pile!
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The music docs were all great, I really enjoy learning more about bands and their back stories.
Poverty by America was a quick read that really informed. Loved the details linked to actual facts. A bit of an eye opener, you can feel like you have an idea about things and really not. Need to include more books like this in my future to keep more rounded on issues. Thanks to the rec here!
It was my first Hesse, but I think I'll read more at some point.
Book 3: My Brilliant Friend, by Elena FerranteBook 2: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams
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I’ve been contemplating annihilation recently, and considering the absurd circumstances of our present fate, thought a bit of silliness was in order. I’ve read the Guide before, having had it personally placed in my hands by a shrewd high school teacher who truly was in the right place at the right time. He said this is a book everyone should read once, a lesson driven home on second reading.
This one went down rather clunky this time around. Maybe I’ve aged out of humorist writing. Don’t get me wrong: I like books with humor, but comedic, joke-based fiction increasingly strains my receptors; one can feel the author taking pride in their cleverness and sacrificing pace and immersion for goofy digressions. When you’re having fun with the blend of heady sci-fi with uncle humor it’s easy to overlook the story, but when the concepts are no longer surprising and you know the punchlines, you’re left with more space to notice the pattern of cleverly-but-recursive expositional conversations punctuated by a chase or gunfight, concluding in a miraculous-but-silly escape. The characters are defined solely by their wackiness or their normality, and each fades to the background as Adams introduces the next one.
Now, I really try not to bring the outside world into my experience of a book, and especially not my assessment of it or how I express it. But memetics haven’t served this book well; 42 has gone from an answer without a question to a punchline without a setup. It all feels a bit like revisiting badger badger badger mushroom mushroom: any absurdity has been bashed repeatedly into the dirt. It’s hard to read the Hitchhiker’s Guide knowing there’s a piece of space junk currently orbiting the planet bearing the monogram DONT PANIC, carrying a copy of the book and a towel, and that the person responsible understands humor like Vogons do poetry.
I hope I’m not coming off as bragging about having read this book “when it was cool;” it’s simply that I read it when I wasn’t online. That’s on me but, in a more real and accurate way, it’s on everyone else but me.
I’m hoping to continue the series through the year; I haven’t read past this first book, and hope i can keep an open mind for the next three of the trilogy.
Yet it's clearly not that kingly earth of old, a God-given clod too stout and stately to be able to move about the ballroom of space; no. Its beauty echoes - its beauty is its echoing, its ringing singing lightness. It's not peripheral and it's not the centre; it's not everything and it's not nothing, but it seems much more than something. It's made of rock but appears from here as gleam and ether, a nimble planet that moves three ways - in rotation on its axis, at a tilt on its axis, and around the sun. This planet that's been relegated out of the centre and into the sidelines - the thing that goes around rather than is gone around, except for by its knobble of moon. This thing that harbours we humans who polish the ever-larger lenses of our telescopes that tell us how ever-smaller we are. And we stand there gaping. And in time we come to see that not only are we on the sidelines of the universe but that its of a universe of sidelines, that there is no centre, just a giddy mass of waltzing things, and that perhaps the entirety of our understanding consists of an elaborate and ever-evolving knowledge of our own extraneousness, a bashing away of mankind's ego by the instruments of scientific enquiry until it is, that ego, a shattered edifice that lets light through.
Finished this tonight and I'm really glad I read it. There was so much about MLK that was just glossed over or fluffed up in the retelling of his life when I was growing up. It got me a little bitter about how his message has been co-opted by those who would rather not reconcile that there's still racism in this country to be squashed. I had no idea he was very much against the Vietnam War and spoke out about it frequently which led to public opinion turning on him. Very reminiscent of the pre-Iraq War 2.0 time. It also talked about his championing of fighting poverty as a key to undoing the wrongs of slavery and Jim Crow. There were a lot of parallels in the message of what Dr King talked about around poverty and what the last book I read, Poverty by America had to say.My February book that I've been really excited to get to. I've been to both MLK's birthplace and where he was taken from the world. I'm glad to start this so I can learn a lot more about his life and fill in the gaps that my education never covered.
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Been picking away at this for a few weeks and finally finished after buying it and leaving it on the shelf about 2 years ago. I’ve read Dangers of Smoking In Bed and Things We Lost In The Fire so was interested to know how Enriquez would carry into long form… and this is long! 700 plus pages of Argentinian crazy. It’s told through a couple of perspectives and uses first, second and third person narratives quite liberally. Also a bit of time hopping in places. It’s possibly more unsettling than scary. I’d not say it’s a horror by any stretch. More a dysfunctional occult family yarn. Never felt like a long book and I’m looking forward to moving in to her new collection of shorts which is also sitting in the to read pile.