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Dusto
21:01 / 22.01.09
Finished 2666. A very impressive if slightly uneven book.

The first section details the lives of and romantic entanglements between four literary critics who are all interested in a reclusive German author by the name of Benno von Archimboldi. They eventually track the author to the Mexican border town of Santa Teresa, where hundreds of women have been killed over the course of the previous ten years. In Santa Teresa they meet Amalfitano, a philosophy professor with frayed nerves, and their entangled relationships come to a head. End of part one, The Part About the Critics, which I enjoyed quite a bit, and this is the last we hear of these four characters for the rest of the book.

The second part is the shortest, and it is The Part About Amalfitano. It starts off about his wife, who was crazy and obsessed with a crazy gay poet in an insane asylum, but not much really happens with that. Amalfitano and his daughter move to Santa Teresa (this part takes place before The Part About the Critics), and Amalfitano starts to go crazy himself as he worries more and more that his daughter might become a victim of the killings. He starts hearing voices and hangs a geometry book from a clothesline. Thus ends part two, which I didn't find very satisfying as a thing unto itself.

Part three, The Part About Fate, follows a black reporter from Harlem who usually writes profiles of interesting characters (last Black communist in Brooklyn, ex Black Panther turned preacher, etc.) for a black newspaper. His mother dies and soon after he gets offered an assignment to do something a little different than he's used to: head to Santa Teresa to cover a boxing match between the Mexican champ and a local Harlem boxer. He goes, and this part turns a little noir as he ends up learning about the killings and has a wild night with people who may or may not be involved and he tries to rescue Amalfitano's daughter. I won't give much away about this section, since it's supposed to be suspenseful, but I'll say I enjoyed it a lot.

Then comes The Part About the Crimes. This section was the hardest to get through. It's also the longest. About 50% of the time, if not more, is just flat description of crime scenes, or the circumstances surrounding how a woman's body was found, how it was identified, what was known about the disappearance, etc. Completely detached, like a police report. There's a little bit of a story about an Arizona sheriff investigating the disappearance of an Arizona woman. And sort of a story about a police inspector who falls in love with the head of an insane asylum. And a little bit about a TV psychic. And towards the end we get the story of a prominent female Mexican politician who has a personal stake in finding out the truth behind the killings. And we also get a bit about a German man (don't worry, it's not Archimboldi) who is arrested for the killings even though the killings go on after he's imprisoned. But for the most part, this section is incredibly tedious. The stories don't really go anywhere, and the there's not much to pull the reader through.

The fifth section, The Part About Archimboldi, however, was my favorite. It's the second longest, and I didn't want it to end. Hard to sum up, but it basically follows the interesting life of the writer, mostly during and after WWII, leading up to what brings him to Mexico. Lots of fun little parts to this section, weird Borgesian stories, and poetic bits of prose. I loved it.

Altogether, a really cool book. Unlike anything else I've ever read. It doesn't provide closure; the Santa Teresa killings are based on real life killings in the city of Ciudad Juarez, so it's understandable that they aren't resolved in the book. But the book is worth it not only for the local pleasures but also for the pleasure of using the five disconnected parts to think about what the book's hidden center might be. I had fun, at least.
 
 
Mistoffelees
07:12 / 24.01.09
I also started reading The Raw Shark Texts and yesterday evening read something that looks like a swipe. The villain that is introduced after the first half of the book has exactly the same gimmick as the villain from Peter F. Hamilton´s novels Pandora's Star and Judas Unchained.

Sure, novelists copy stuff all the time. But that such an important figure in a debut novel is clearly copied from a novel published only three years earlier and written by "Britain's biggest-selling science fiction author" can´t be coincidence. Especially since also many key protagonists suffer problems with shared identity in both novels.

I´ll read the rest of the book and see if there are more similarities.
 
 
nyarlathotep's shoe horn
16:33 / 24.01.09
just begun Timothy Findley's the Piano Man's Daughter.

a bildungsroman of Ede Kilworth, growing up through the turn of the 20th Century.

She hears her unborn son singing in her womb. Findley weaves music throughout an otherwise silent world (at least in the first 40 pages).

I typically don't enjoy this type of story, but Findley has a great prosaic voice that pulls one along for the ride.
 
 
nyarlathotep's shoe horn
05:41 / 25.01.09
correction. the title character of the Piano Man's Daughter is in fact Lily, not Ede, who is her mother.

still a great read, and closing in on the 20th Century.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
23:47 / 28.01.09
Just started Night Work by Thomas Glavinic.

Only read the first twenty or thirty pages, but I like the premise. Guy wakes up, phones, TV, internet are all down. No other living thing is around. I have no idea where it's going, but it resonates with all the Rapture nightmares I had after watching too many fundy Christian movies as an impressionable child.
 
 
Panic
01:48 / 29.01.09
First book of the year was Stephen Hunt's The Court of the Air. The cover blurbed about Dickens and Jack Vance collaborating and that wasn't too far off the mark. A bit closer to "Stan Lee and Bernard Cornwell's PERDIDO STREET STATION: APOCALYPSE" though. Yes, it's somewhat (i'm being generous) derivative, and one of the lead characters is almost a total cypher, but it's so breathlessly and enthusiastically paced I still found myself enjoying it. I'll keep an eye out for Hunt's future works, but between this and the DW Cornish Foundling YA books, I'm not delving further into the tricorner-hatted branch of post-Pullman/Mievilleian fantasy. All those dirigibles, all that steam - gets old real quick.
 
 
Quantum
08:25 / 29.01.09
Anathem the new Neal Stephenson, it's very good. Very Iain Banks actually, set in a giant monastery type place with plausible sci-fi tropes integrated into the story, the only downside is that it weighs about ten kilos, it's a fat book.
He does like to go on.
 
 
c0nstant
08:53 / 05.02.09
So, I finished The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. It was interesting, very well written, but I found the ending somewhat unsatisfying. Though I very much enjoyed the meandering narrative, the sharply written characters and the bizarre supernatural elements, I think I enjoyed Kafka on the Shore more. I'm finding it quite hard to articulate exactly why I felt dissatisfied at the end of the novel, though I think it has something to do with the 'magical realism' element of it. I really like the character Johnnie Walker in 'Kafka...' and very much enjoyed the slightly stranger stuff that took place in that novel (the cat flute, the entrance stone etc.) but I didn't feel the same sense of connection to the events in 'Wind-Up Bird...'

That said, I still haven't managed to get the scene with the skinning out of my head!

So, I then moved on to Herrmann Hesse's The Glass Bead Game. I haven't read any of Hesse's other works (Siddartha, Steppenwolf) but if they are as enjoyable and as excellently written as this then I think I will soon.

The novel is set in the 23rd centaury in a province of Germany called Castalia. After the century of wars this province was set up to safeguard Truth and cultivate the arts, culture and science. It is a place where the world and all its manifold sorrows intrude but rarely, in any real sense. The novel is written as a biography of Joseph Knecht the 'Magister Ludi' or 'Master of the Game' from his life as an orphan adopted into the world of Castalian intellectualism to his death. The glass bead game of the title is an ultra-intellectual game that condenses the whole of the world’s intellectual knowledge of the humanities and exact sciences and creates, in the course of play, parallels between them. Actually, this was the one part of the book that I had real trouble grasping, the exact nature of the game. Although a solid grasp of how the game functions isn't really necessary to enjoy the book, an understanding of what the game IS, is.

The novel moves from Knechts childhood in Castalia and his moving through the Castalian schooling system, through his life as a student and his integration into the hierarchy, a point in every castalian's life where his individuality and personality are sublimated into an almost religious order of intellectual brotherhood.

The last section of the book deals, post-humously, with Knechts school boy poetry (interestingly, Castalian life forbids creation of new art and culture and permits only study and comparison of that which has come before) and a section called 'Three lives' which is a series of three short stories which have strong parallels with Knechts life or personality. The most interesting of these deals with a prehistoric tribe and the Knecht-figure is a 'rainmaker' a shaman, of sorts, and his life. This section is interesting, though I found it somewhat difficult to link these with the preceding novel, it seems to be intimated that either these 'Lives' were past-lives of the Magister Ludi or that they provided enough contrasts and parallels to his life that they would stimulate new perspectives.

There is a strong current of philosophy running through the book (with no background reading in philosophy though a lot of it probably went over my head) as well as a lot of oriental thought (one of the lives concerns an avatar of Vishnu, and there is a lot of Zen and ancient Chinese thought floating around).

All in all a very, very, very well written and conceived book. Don't let my description of the setting put you off either, although it is indeed the 23rd century, this is very rarely even mentioned and impacts on the novel even less.

I started reading Douglas Coupland's Eleanor Rigby this morning, I haven't read any Coupland before so I have no iddea what I'm in for, and it was a impulse purchase from a library sale so we shall see. I'm enjoying it so far though, the protagonist has just finished having her wisdom teeth removed and is reminiscing about an incident in her childhood where she found the mutilated (cut in half across the waist) body of a man in women’s clothing and makeup. I don't know where this is going but I'm enjoying the writing style and I think I'm going to enjoy it.
 
 
Closed for Business Time
10:47 / 05.02.09
I read and enjoyed a lot of Hesse a good few years back, but thinking about his books now it's all a bit of a blur... Obviously a lot of his works were in the shape of the Bildungsroman, so that might be it. The linearity of many of his novels would probably put me off a bit these days. Been reading too much Gene Wolfe and post-modern sci-fi lately. Plus Lost, obv.
 
 
nyarlathotep's shoe horn
18:57 / 06.02.09
finished "The Piano-Man's Daughter" finally. It was a slow start, but worth it in the end.

The title character's son, Charlie, is trying to put some order in his life, by trying to discover details from his & his mother's past. The two of them look at photos of Lily (the title character) at various times with various people, but as none of them are dated, and her memory is sketchy, Charlie is trying to find some chronology to the whole thing.

The book takes a big turn when we discover that Lily is afflicted, and tries to cope with it over the years.

Although I thought this story was pretty good, the ending turned it into something truly beautiful.

I'm about halfway through John Kennedy Toole's "the Neon Bible" - reminds me a bit of Bukowski's fiction. I can't believe he wrote this at the age of 16. A pity the only other work of his we have is "A Confederacy of Dunces", because I think he would have surpassed even that brilliantly comic piece.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
13:13 / 07.02.09
Finished Night Work. Excellent book, though it does seem at the beginning like it's gonna be four hundred pages of the same thing over and over again. It isn't; it's very good indeed.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
17:33 / 09.02.09
About a third of the way into Iain Sinclair's Hackney, That Rose-Red Empire. I love Iain Sinclair; I love the way he writes, and specifically I love the way he writes about London. Given that he lives here, it was always kind of weird that he'd never written a book specifically about Hackney, and now he has, it's wonderful to see the place where I live imbued with the kind of magic he brings, or at least uncovers. It's a beautiful, and very sad, book, as over it all hangs the shadow of the fucking Olympics which is going to destroy the area.

Unless it gets monumentally shit in the last four hundred pages, it's already on my list of best books of 2009.

It also has an awesome opening. Off to the Commonplace Thread for me, I think.
 
 
ghadis
18:08 / 09.02.09
Ohh! I am jealous Stoatie. Been waiting for his Hackney book for a long time now. Is it out now then? Or do you have a preview? I thought it was coming in May when it was going to vie with the new China Mieville to get it's words into my eyes. Looking forward to it indeed.

Also really liked Nightwork. Really good premise and, like you said, goes some interesting places.

I'm re-reading Perdido Street Station at the moment which is great of course.

Also nearly finished 'The Dream Archipelago' by Christopher Priest. A series of 6 loosely connected short stories and novellas set in a strange, dream-like set of war torn islands where the themes of war, sex, loss, need and love all mesh together in a fantastically disturbing way. The book is a sort of companion piece to Priest's stunning novel, 'The Affirmation' and is one of the best books i've read in ages. Fantastic stuff.
 
 
nyarlathotep's shoe horn
18:14 / 09.02.09
rereading Timothy Findley's "Headhunter"

Lilah Kemp, a schizophrenic, accidentally evokes Kurtz from page 92 of Heart of Darkness, and can't get him back into the book.

It's a fantastic tale, set in a near future/alternate Toronto, which melds the worlds of psychiatry, art, schizophrenia (and other maladies) in the course of dealing with numerous hearts of darkness.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
20:37 / 09.02.09
the new China Mieville

JAW HITS FLOOR. I am so there.

The Sinclair just came out this week, I think.
 
 
Closed for Business Time
21:02 / 09.02.09
Linky: The City and the City, Mr. Mieville's new book, is supposedly out in May.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
22:41 / 09.02.09
Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh...

Now, there's the new Total War game in a couple of weeks, the new Mastodon album soon after... now a new Mieville...

...I may survive 2009 after all!
 
 
Closed for Business Time
10:36 / 10.02.09
I wish he'd return to Bas-Lag soon tho... Un Lun Dun was OK-to-good, but I need more weirdness!
 
 
ghadis
10:53 / 10.02.09
This one sounds like it'll have a healthy dose of weirdness ,though maybe more of a Stefan Grabinski weird.
 
 
nyarlathotep's shoe horn
12:18 / 14.02.09
I finished Headhunter and must say that it is a brilliant revisiting of Conrad's themes in Heart of Darkness. There is a succession of Kurtz, and each one travels further up the river, exploring deeper into the darkness. And so, Marlow, too, travels further in pursuit, finding new ways of perceiving the light.

Next, on to rereading Beckett's Trilogy, although I don't know how far I'll get past Molloy.
 
 
Dusto
00:16 / 17.02.09
About two-thirds of the way through Henry Fielding's Amelia, which I'm liking more the more I get into it. But I just finished Samuel Delany's Tales of Neveryon (forgive my lack of accent and umlaut), which was excellent. Postmodern sword and sorcery is the best way I've seen to describe it. I wouldn't recommend it for those who prefer their fantasy free of thought, since this series seems from the first volume to be largely concerned with critical theory. I'm not that into critical theory myself, of course, but Delany has a sense of humor about it all that makes it palatable. In particular, I enjoyed his skewering of Freud's concept of "penis envy." But altogether it was an exceptional piece of fantasy. The fifth story was the best, but only because it built upon the four that preceded it. I look forward to the next volume.
 
 
c0nstant
23:40 / 17.02.09
Okaaaayy! So I finished Eleanor Rigby and I enjoyed it very much, it was quite a light and quick read but it really made an impression on me.

I have since started and finished The Weight of Numbers by Simon Ings, a sprawling tale about three characters all being corrupted and destroyed by their own folly. The first part of the book deals with mathematician Anthony Burden and his part in the Second World War. Ings descriptions of Burdens mental condition where he sees music as architecture is fascinating and beautiful.

Next up we met Saul Cogan a sixties Marxist-Leninist Situationist prankster turned people smuggler and revolutionary activist in Mozambique. Saul's story starts when he falls in with a bunch of Situationist pranksters who dress as urban gorillas and 'freak out' the 'straights', slowly however Saul becomes corrupted to the point where he traffics in people and organs. I found this section rather hard going, truth be told. Its heavy-weight subject and somewhat confusing political manoeuvring left me somewhat cold.

Lastly we meet Stacey Chavez a former Grange Hill actress turned Hollywood wannabe turned performance artist. Suffering and slowly dying from anorexia, Stacey’s story is somewhat grim, but thoughtful and well written.

Throughout all these stories the character of Nick Jinks moves, always on the periphery but very much influencing all the events in the book. All in all, I did enjoy it, though the pace did drag somewhat toward the end, the way Ings ties all the characters together in a way that doesn't seem forced was excellent, and once I'd settled into his somewhat clumsy (at least at first) style I found it compelling.

Between these two books I've also been reading Joe Hill's 20th Century Ghosts a book of, mostly, ghost stories. I read Hill's other work, Heart-Shaped Box a while back and really, really, liked it. A fast-paced and well written traditional ghost story, which I highly recommend. 20th Century Ghosts is a nice collection of stories, somewhat uneven, but when it's good it really is good. Probably the best story of the collection is Pop Art a story about a boy and his inflatable friend (NOT LIKE THAT!). For such an improbable subject the story manages to touch on some very real emotional themes and is probably one of the most moving short stories I've read in a long while.

Next up: Cervantes Don Quixote.
 
 
Dusto
01:33 / 18.02.09
If you're going to read Don Quixote in English, I heartily recommend the Tobias Smollett translation. No one else captures the vibrancy of the original.
 
 
We're The Great Old Ones Now
08:33 / 19.02.09
On my nightstand:

Beat The Reaper

The Graveyard Book

War & Peace (in the new translation because I have never read it and this one is supposed to be easy for those of tiny brain)

The Monsters of Templeton (because I keep getting into it, enjoying it, and then having to stop and travel to some town in the middle of nowhere with a very small bag, and being an early book adopter I bought it in hardback)

The White Tiger (because I really ought to and someone gave it to me)

And oooooh, so many more but I can't remember because I'm not in bed right now.
 
 
Alex's Grandma
03:43 / 20.02.09
I'd recommend 'Me Cheeta' by, well, Cheeta, at least officially anyway. It's the supposed autobiography of Tarzan's best pal (more than Jane, Cheeta has us know - chastely in love with Johnny Weismuller, as he is, he doesn't much care for Jane.) It's a Hollywood Babylon-esque tale of the golden age of movies - Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Ava Gardner, David Niven, John 'The Duke' Wayne, Cheeta's met them all. When it's not funny (which is most of the time) it's fairly heartbreaking, so, while it was actually written by a friend of mine, nobody should let that put them off.

To an extent, I'm with Gore Vidal and Morrissey on the success of old pals issue, (the heart dies a bit, and so on) but 'Me Cheeta' is excelllent.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
18:48 / 24.02.09
Finished the new Iain Sinclair yesterday- fuck, that was AWESOME. Chiefly for teaching me that Astrid Proll, of the Red Army Faction, worked as a park-keeper in Clissold Park, where I walk Sheena. But also for its beautiful prose.

Now reading the new Ramsey Campbell, The Grin Of The Dark. For such an amazing horror writer (I'd say the best alive, along with Ligotti) he's criminally under-read.
 
 
ghadis
19:10 / 24.02.09
Really like Ramsey Campbell myself. I tend to prefer his short stories but The Grin Of The Dark i one of my favourites of his novels. The bit with the clowns in the circus towards the beginning is stunning. He is underated at the moment although i seem to remember him being wider read in the 80s during the horror paperback boom. Head and shoulders over his ccontemporaries such as Shaun Hutson etc.

Still reading Perdido Street Station at the moment as well as some Rober Aickman short stories which are amazing as ever.

Might dip into the latest Mammoth Book of Horror edited by Stephen Jones. Always good value the Mammoth books and this one has got some great stuff so far. Actually, i haven't read the Campbell story yet so i may do that tonight.
 
 
JohnnyDark
21:36 / 25.02.09
Ronald Hutton's The Triumph of the Moon A History of Modern Pagan Witchcraft. It tickles me to think that pentagrams, Rites of Solomon, the Earth Goddess etc were all made up by a shower of fannies in the C17th-C19th.. more or less.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
14:37 / 26.02.09
The bit with the clowns in the circus towards the beginning is stunning.

Yeah, it's that kind of eerie that he does really well. That scene reminded me of Thomas Ligotti, which is never a bad thing. He's great at the eerie and uncanny stuff- Incarnate was WONDERFUL for that reason, and Midnight Sun had some really chilling half-glimpsed images too.

Unfortunately, I think I left my copy of Grin in the pub the other day- I should really nip out and see if anyone handed it in.
 
 
ghadis
18:50 / 26.02.09
Speaking of Thomas Ligotti, i wonder if Virgin have released his novella, 'My Work Is Not Yet Done' yet. It was due early this month but i've heard rumours that the Virgin horror imprint has been scrapped. This would be a huge shame as it got off to a great start with Ligotti's 'Teatro Grottesco', Campells's 'Grin of the Dark' and Conrad Williams' 'The Unblemished'. Great start to any horror imprint.

Hope they do release it as i'd like to read it again and i sold my signed first edition along with all my other signed Ligotti first editions (i.e -all his first editions!). I'm still slightly kicking myself over that!
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
20:48 / 26.02.09
I downloaded My Work Is Not Yet Done, but, true to form, managed to spill beer over it after reading about ten pages.

ghadis, have you heard Current 93's I Have A Special Plan For This World? It's a specially-written Ligotti story being read by David Tibet with weird noises. It's one of the spookiest things it's ever been my pleasure to hear.

Ligotti is, to my mind, the finest horror writer working today, anywhere in the world. If there's anyone better I NEED to read them.

(Incidentally, my copy of Grin... wasn't in the pub. I just bought a new one. THAT's how they get me).
 
 
ghadis
23:53 / 27.02.09
Yea, agreed on the greatest living horror writer. One of the greatest living short story writers full stop i'd say. For me he's pipped to the post as my favourite of all time only by Robert Aickman who i just adore. Bruno Schulz comes close for me but he's not really weird fiction and if we let him in then Nabokov and Chekhov have to come along as well and it just gets silly.

Still haven't heard 'I Have A Special Plan...' Trying to track it down. I've got 'In A Foreign Town' which is stunning.

'My Work Is Not Yet Done' is fantastic. Every office worker, or ex-office worker should read it. Ligottis strand of 'corporate horror' is great. Very funny as well at times.

Looking forward to his philosophical treatise 'The Conspiracy against the Human Race' which may be out in the next few years. I did have a copy of the first draft he made available for a short time for download. I only read the first couple of chapters though as it made my brain seriously bleed.
 
 
ghadis
01:25 / 28.02.09
Ah, tracked down 'I Have A Special Plan For This World.' Looking forward to giving that a good listen to soon.
 
 
Lugue
02:03 / 28.02.09
Have just finished Gender Trouble, by Judith Butler, which would have once upon a time and may still be? known to a lot of folks here.

I'm confused by the way sexual taboos are treated in a universalizing way that makes them appear to inhere to the mind, by the oversimplification of the "whys" of the pleasures of drag, by the very vague references to what exactly is meant as a final political proposal (if only because she does appear to believe she has one), and by the choice of the prose-style of an octogenarian academic. But I think it's been, might turn out to be, useful for sharpening up m'critical thinking.

Moving into Beauvoir's The Second Sex (yes, how surprising, I know), which is relaxing. I'm prepped for some seven hundred pages of exciting but ultimately, I'm guessing, very dated info and thinking, but the casual tone of it brings some pleasant clarity to the deal.

I understand this isn't really a thread for critical, theoretical literature - or is it that too? -, but it's just my mood right now. Am thinking, wanting, to get my hands on some old school (post?-) Romantic femme fatale goodness, but confused as to where, how, when to start.
 
 
Aha! I am Klarion
03:16 / 02.03.09
Just read the "Businessman" by Thomas M. Disch, which was great (some surprisingly wonderful prose passages) but very 80s.

Also read James Church's "Bamboo and Blood," the third Inspector O novel. While it ends on a somewhat unsatisfying note, the North Korean setting is so fascinating you don't care.

About to start either "Rum Punch" by Elmore Leonard or "the Messiah of Stockholm"
 
  

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