The Beast

The Beast: Riding the Rails and Dodging Narcos on the Migrant Trail
© 2014
224 pages

This is the third of three reviews I needed to publish before the English material can roll. And now, Rule Britannia!


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The news cycle of  late spring 2018 was marked, in the United States, by constant discussion of The Migrant Caravan,    which judging by the nightly news consisted of an invading column of Central Americans intent on shoving their way into the United States, toppling fences and frustrating policy through sheer bulk of numbers.  They were fleeing the violence of their homes, the newscasters explained, and joining together for safety in numbers.   Not until reading The Beast did I appreciate the motives driving such clumping together. Although ‘la bestia’ refers to the trains that migrants often ride atop of on their northward journey,  after reading Oscar Martinez’ book one might as well regard the beast as human nature itself.    This is a story of constant cruelty, treachery, and violence,   filled with such human misery that I paused my reading of it for a few weeks to avoid.   

Although Martinez’ stories range all over Mexico and Central America —  in crowded cities, open plazas, hidden trails in densely wooded hills, through fields and factories —  the reader is never far from the drug trade.  The narcos’ hold on  not just cities but whole areas of the region is pervasive and inescapable.  The strongest of the cartels are not merely interested in monopolizing the trade of drugs in their area;  they dominate the entire spectrum of criminal activity,  from theft and prostitution to  off-the-books cabs, and demand  ‘taxes’ from much of the population.  The penalty for defying the cartels are as you might expect: beatings, torture, and death.   Little wonder people flee their realm. 

Those who journey northward, however,  exchange one trouble for a sea of others. Migrants can be expected to be kidnapped (used as ransom or slave labor), raped,  and robbed of virtually everything.  There is no relief from the authorities, as even those who are not directly in the pocket of one cartel or another are corrupt in their own rights, happy to use their power to get a little something for themselves – whether that be a few hundred pesos or use of a woman for a few minutes.  There are many who try to genuinely help migrants,  offering them food and advice on the least dangerous routes —  but  there are also those who are thieves in Samaritan’s clothing, who offer to guide migrants to safety but instead deliver them into the hands of narcos – for use as slave labor,  ransom,etc.   The trains, which are inherently dangerous to access – frequently destroying life and limb of those who jump aboard and misjudge their leaps —   are also attacked by narcos, their passengers shaken down or kidnapped.   As the ‘war on terror’ and the drug war continue to tighten US border security,  more and more migrants are funneled into fewer paths – and all those paths are controlled by the cartels. 

The Beast makes for harrowing reading. Those of us in the United States need to know what’s happening south of us, so that our response – be it humanitarian or security-minded  —  is at least informed by something other than the borderline hysteria ginned up by the media.     Martinez’ A History of Violence focuses on the violence itself being fled, but the abuse visited on migrants at their every step,  only occasionally  tempered by charitable people and individuals,  suggests that we should at the very least not treat them worse than those they flee.

 

 

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Bonaparte’s Sons

Bonaparte’s Sons
© 1998 Richard Howard
400 pages

This is the second (of three) posts published during Read of England which have nothing to do with England. I’m trying to get them out of the way before the English stuff starts rolling in!

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“‘We will win’, Bonaparte said. […] ‘Do you not feel it, Bessieres? Destiny. I know we will win as surely as if God Himself had told me.'”

France trembles on the edge of an abyss. Her society has been thrown into complete disarray by the mass violence of the revolution;  a new cabal of rulers has merely replaced the Bourbons,  both in power and in the contempt the public holds for them; and her armies are ever-smaller, penniless, and starving.   Even the dregs of the prisons are being scraped up and put into service for the defense of the nation.   But from Corsica comes a shot in the arm – a man who knows how to lead,  and better still – how to win.  With Bonaparte at the helm,  and rapists and thieves in the ranks, the French army sets out to  deliver a blow against the Hapsburgs in Italy.   One man in Napoleon’s army, Alain Lausard, has lost everything to the ‘republic’  — and yet  still he fights, and will make his mark. 

Having greedily devoured so many tales of Horatio Hornblower and Richard Sharpe,   I was excited to learn of another series of Napoleonic fiction. This one has the added interest of telling the stories of the French cavalry,  and author Richard Howard sweetens the pot by making his main characters a controversial bunch. They’re all prisoners;  Lausard is merely  a political captive, the last survivor of an aristocratic family butchered by the revolution – but among his new brothers in arms he can count criminals of far worse repute,  and their infighting is constant. Howard takes us through their training before skirmishes with the Austrians  erupt, and from there we hear rumors of a gold-laden baggage train that will keep Lausard and his men on the run even after they rout the Austrian army.   It wasn’t until the ending, however – where one despicable act of treachery is gloriously turned against its Judas – that I really warmed to Lausard, whose personality is overwhelmed by his need to hide his aristocratic past from the rest of his troop. Lausard especially shines when his commanding officer is injured after one skirmish and replaced by a man so odious his name might as well be Frag-Me-Now.  Rather than risk a court-martial by directly  opposing him,   Lausaurd  broadcasts his contempt  with veiled put-downs.   Imagine an officer worse than Sir Henry Simmerson from the Sharpe movies.

Although I can’t continue in this series immediately (April being my month for English lit and history, after all),  I look forward to the next book, which sees Napoleon invade Egypt.  

 

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Drastic Measures

Star Trek Discovery: Drastic Measures
© 2018 Dayton Ward
400 pages

 

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The deliberate murder of four thousand people, half the colony’s population, began with an act of mercy.   Refugees were given a new home in the sparsely settled world of Tarsus IV, more than doubling its population….but their arrival inadvertently introduced a toxic fungus to the ecosystem,  utterly destroying  all agriculture and corrupting most unsealed foodstuffs. The worst was yet to come. Commander Gabriel Lorca,  chief of the small Starfleet outpost on the colony,  had his very faith in humanity shaken by Governor Kodos’  cold-blooded decision  to kill four thousand people in order to allow the remaining four thousand to survive on half-rations until help could arrive. The slaughter was made still worse by its pointlessness: early relief came with a mission led by Captain Phillipa Georgiou.   Starfleet’s officers and a few colonial survivors, under active attack as the villainous governor tries to make his escape,   have their work cut out for them. Dayton Ward’s own work,  creating a  Discovery  story that links to the original series, was similarly challenging – but both he and his creations prevail.

Although I was slow to warm to Star Trek Discovery,  by the end of its first season  I was binging episodes,  taken in by its characters and the connections being made to the regular Trekverse.   For similar reasons Drastic Measures  drew my attention: not only was it by one of the authors of the teriffic Vanguard series, Dayton Ward, but it starred two of my favorite DSC characters (Captains Lorca and Georgiou) and featured a connection to one of the first TOS episodes I ever watched, “The Conscience of the King”, in which a Shakespearean actor is exposed as the infamous tyrant, Kodos the Executioner – and Kirk’s life is at risk as one of the few people who could positively identify him.  Although Ward’s connections to the original episode are firm (Kirk supplies the security team hunting Kodos with digital imagery),   the DSC characters take center place here.

Lorca’s character in DSC has a bit of a secret, as those who’ve watched it know,  so this book offers a special treat in giving us a a glimpse at the…’other’ Lorca, shall we say?  I don’t want to spoil anything for future viewers of DSC, but  he’s recognizable here  —    absolutely driven, this time by having lost a loved one to Kodos, and having unwittingly viewed her execution on colonial broadcasts live.  He struggles between a desire for justice and one of revenge, and at some points his colleague Georgiou —   commanding a relief ship sent to the colony —  serves as his conscience.  Speaking of, considering how quickly she perishes in DSC’s run, I was glad to see her ‘return’ — and in a happier way than spotting her mirror-universe counterpart at the end of DSC-1.   The novel is chiefly one of combat fiction, as Kodos’s followers  execute crippling attacks against the city and the first responders or Starfleet, and are then hunted into the mountains by Lorca and company as Georgiou and her cohorts prevent an aerial escape.  The dynamic between Lorca and Georgiou, and the tension in their approaches – pragmatism and idealism – is developed throughout.

Although I have plenty of real Trek books to finish before I start any more DSC novels, I will probably try The Enterprise War, which follows Captain Pike and the Enterprise during the events of DSC-1.

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We’ll Meet Again

 

“While we have faced challenges before, this one is different. This time, we join with all nations, across the globe, in a common endeavor — using the great advances of science, and our instinctive compassion to heal. We will succeed, and that success will belong to every one of us. We should take comfort that while we may have more still to endure, better days will return. We will be with our friends again; we will be with our families again. We will meet again.”

I’m not one to be interested in the social goings-on of the royal family,   but with the British PM hospitalized and the entire world in the grasps of  the pandemic,   I had to give an hear to what the Queen had to say.   Worth a listen!

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Corona Diary #4

Although we in the United States are still steaming into the darkest part of this tunnel,  I’m bouyed by little flickers of hope abroad.  In Iran, for instance,  over half  of active corona cases are listed as recovered. The same is true in the Italian province of Lombardy,  and in Spain the growth rate of the virus is slowing. In the United States,  we are closer and closer to a uniform stay-at-home order:  to date, 41 of the 50 states have imposed them, Alabama being the latest.  The unfun starts tomorrow at five p.m.

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Emergency stay at home stockpile. I think I’m prepared.

The library has continued its curbside service, and by the numbers we’re doing well:  the number of recorded services in the last five days is nearly equal the amount we served in the first ten days!   Of course, that may be change with the stay-at-home order. I don’t think much of our current traffic is discretionary, but  only time will tell.  We’ve implemented more hygienic precautions, restricting the number of librarians who do the curbside deliveries, and wearing masks when we’re outside.    I have a newfound appreciation for surgeons!

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Personally, I’ve finished watching the first season of Star Trek Discovery (!), which…well, took me by surprise.  I wasn’t excited to learn about its creation, in part because I view the Abrams movies as little more than Marvel superhero movies with the addition of Trek jokes, colorful uniforms, and space lasers.  They’re not Star Trek in spirit, and I expected STD to be more of the same.   The first two times I started watching STD I gave up a few episodes in.   This time, however….well, I got attached. I was fascinated by Captain Lorca’s dark energy, Commander Burnham’s struggle to reconcile logic and humanity,  the promise of the spore drive, even Commander Suru’s attempts to grow beyond his scared-beast-of-prey genes.  Discovery centers itself on one character far more than the other shows, which were either ensembles (TNG, DS9) or ruled by a power trio (TOS, VOY), but over time I grew to appreciate how much the character in question (Commander Michael Burnham, the woman  in the shot above) had grown. If only they’d stop making me watch those Klingon-things, those offenses to the eyes and ears!      I found much to appreciate in the latter half of the first season, from Rainn Wilson doing a wonderful Harry Mudd to the intriguing Mirror Universe arc.  And now that Captain Pike is entering the scene in season 2, I’m hopeful about its future prospects. I’ve even……. bought a ST-D book.  Sure, it was only $0.99, but considering my salient attachment to the ‘real’ Trek’s extended bookverse, it’s a bit of shocker.    In time I may even stop calling ST-D by that name, and call it ST-DSC instead.  God willing I will not start referring to it as “Disco” the way so many fans do.(You may place your bets as to when I’ll start doing that. It’s…catchy.  Like…disco fever.)    When the first season ended with Burnham giving a tear-jerking speech about Starfleet not compromising on Federal ideals,  I texted a friend: “Now THIS is Trek!”

I will most likely not be watching Star Trek Picard, however.   I would love to just to see Jeri Ryan on screen again  (loved Seven of Nine!), but I prefer my Picard urbane, and from clips I’ve seen the show has as much language as your average hip-hop track.   Picard only swears in French, thank you. I’ll never accept the Abramsverse as a legitimate continuation of the Trek I love, and Picard is rooted in that red matter nonsense. Unfortunately, Pike and company are going on about ‘red clouds’ in season 2, so I fear that  the infection is everywhere.

I’ve a couple of reviews lined up, with another book with a review that needs to be written, so….stay safe and keep reading!

 

 

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Sean Bean on Waterloo

 

 

 

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Read of England 2020

Oyez! Oyez! It being the first of April, I declare Read of England 2020 to be officially begun!    I was concerned that the ongoing pandemic would disrupt my planning, but between stuff I bought well in advance, ebooks, and the library, I’ve got a solid set lined up.  Our starting course is history, naturally, and literature will follow.  No English biscuits this year, unfortunately, but I do have plenty of Earl Grey.

So, what shall we look forward to?
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The White Horse King: The Life of Alfred the Great.  Lars Brownworth’s book on the Vikings got me really interested in Alfred, far more than Cornwell’s fictional depiction of him in the Saxon Stories.

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The Warrior Queen: The Life and Legend of Aethelflaed, Daughter of Alfred the Great.     Bernard Cornwell introduced me to Aethelflaed, of course, and to my amusement  the author (Joanne Arman) cites Cornwell as being responsible for stirring up modern interest in her.

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Any Approaching Enemy,  a new-to-me naval novel set during the Napoleonic Wars.  Other titles in the series have similarly evocative titles.

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The True Soldier, a Jack Lark novel. This time Jack’s found himself involved in the American Civil War. But he’s English, so….good enough!  This one I read early.

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A Brief History of Life in the Middle Ages: Scenes from the Town and Countryside of Medieval England.    This may prove to be a little too much Ian Mortimer’s travel guide to medieval England,  but social histories are always my favorites.

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Tommy: The British Soldier on the Western Front,  Richard Holmes.    I previously read Holmes’ Redcoats, on the life of British soldiers in the days of horses and muskets.

 

There will be a few others, too:  expect Wodehouse to leg in at some point (wouldn’t be April without Bertie), I’d still like to try one of Dorothy Sayer’s mysteries, and I’ve been meaning to read a Tennyson poem for years.

 

 

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Eyeball-eating cats, an OB-GYN’s diary, and plague

Last week I read several titles that  I want to share without necessarily writing full reviews for, since they’re on the shorter side.  They are…

  • This is Going to Hurt: The Secret Diary of a  Junior Doctor, Adam Kay
  • Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs?  Big Questions from Tiny Mortals about Death, Caitlin Doughty
  • American Plague: The True and Terrifying Story of the Yellow Fever Epidemic of 1793,  Jim Murphy

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When blogs first became a thing, I loved finding people who blogged about their workaday lives — especially cops —  and I often read these occupational accounts in book form when  I can find them. I’ve read a few ER ebooks, but never one by a doctor,  and figured a global pandemic would make for an ideal time to try  a medical diary.   It’s literally presented as a diary, with varied highlights —   moments that are particularly funny, harrowing, challenging, etc — over the course of a decade or so.   The book begins with Kay as a trainee, and by the time it ends, he’s several tiers up in the medical hierarchy, having specialized in obstetrics and gynecology.  Although the book matches sorrow with humor most of the time,   the incident that ends his medical career  also ends the book with such a saddening blow that all of the laughs from before are overshadowed.  The biggest takeaway is how insanely busy and stressful life as an operating physician in the UK can be — and it’s apparently not well compensated, either, as Kay references sharing a small flat with his partner, named only “H”.

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American Plague takes readers back to 1793 Philadelhpa, in the grips of a mood  quite like our own, with closed shops and a persistent mood of gloom, fear, and uncertainty. While I had heard about this outbreak before, I’d never considered it in full. Murphy is very effective at painting a picture of foul, fetid,  fuming, foggy, filthy Philadelphia(somebody oughta oooooopen up a window!)  and dropping readers in among the cesspits and darkened streets.  The outbreak utterly paralyzed government at all levels, as clerks and senior officials (the president included, since D.C. was still being planned) fled for the country.   Some individuals  displayed outstanding courage, if not wisdom (founding father Benjamin Rush was sickened twice while serving the afflicted; his cure involved copious bleeding and probably hurt more than it helped), as did some groups. The Free African Society, a philanthropic group that served the needs of Philadelphia’s blacks,   did outstanding work marshaling its members to serve as nurses and assistants to the afflicted citizen as a whole  — work that went largely unappreciated once the crisis was over.   Although this is intended for high school readers,   I found it very informative.

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Last, but easily my favorite, Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs features questions lobbed at youtube’s favorite mortician,  Caitlin Doughty, from young students. Doughty, known to her fans as the Death Mother,  answers them with her usual combination of compassion and wit.   The questions are all over the place, with kids asking about why we turn different colors after death, if swallowed popcorn pops during a cremation, if there are coffins for tall people, etc.  Although sourced from kiddie questions,   Doughty’s writing style hasn’t been altered here for the kids: her voice sounded exactly as it did when she wrote about her research into death customs around the world, or recounted her journey as a death-phobe turned mortician*.   I enjoyed it thoroughly, more so than From Here to Eternity, her global-death-customs book.  And will your cat eat your eyeballs?  …well, maybe eventually, but they prefer  more exposed bits like lips. Dogs, however,  will dig in like they’re at the buffet.

Next up….RoE will kick off with a review on Wednesday, and before then I should have this book on the many violent ways to die as a migrant in Mexico finished.  I had to pause because the constant misery was a little much.

 

*There’s a word for this, thanatophobe, but who would recognize it?

 

 

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Corona Diary #3

An hour ago,  Alabama Governor Kay Ivey announced that certain non-essential businesses should close until April 17th by the end of day. This doesn’t include gas stations and grocery stores, but rather entertainment and leisure venues like bars,   salons, and the like.   This is not a shelter-in-place rule, but with increasingly fewer places to go to, we’re drifting in that direction.  Many businesses which had initially tried to sustain themselves through carryout orders have already closed, including my favorite Mexican restaurant (farewell, Vera Cruz enchiladas)  and my coffee shop.

The library has had an active week, as we’ve promoted our continuing service to the public  in the radio, on facebook, and with banners  and flags.  The building is closed to the public, of course, but  we’re faxing, scanning, making copies, and  doing all sorts of things, from proofreading resumes to   doing unemployment filings over the phone for people.  We’ve developed a system over the last couple of weeks, keeping different work sorted into different folders, and going down with an envelope of supplies — whenever we are outside making a delivery of documents,  people spot us and drive in, so we have to be prepared  with fax cover sheets, a helpful pen, etc, on the spot.   One bright side to this is that I’ve had more on-duty time in the fresh air the past week than I have in eight years!

Blogwise….I have three books waiting for reviews, one of which will kick off READ OF ENGLAND 2020.    Odds and ends, really — bit of birth, bit of death, bit of the in-between.  Yesterday I posted a review for The True Soldier, which I’d intended as a ROE entry, but is mostly about the Battle of Bull Run.

Stay safe!   Once this is all over it’ll make for a heck of a party.

 

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The True Soldier

The True Soldier
© 2014 Paul Fraser Collard
496 pages

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Jack Lark hadn’t intended to get involved in a civil war. He’d come to America bearing the letters from a friend who had fallen in combat, a man whose side he had stood by even when things grew grim and their unit was routed completely.    But his friend had a powerful father, and a beautiful sister, and …well,  things happen.  Before he knew it, Jack Lark found himself wearing the uniform of a sergeant in the Federal army,    there to serve as a bodyguard to the somewhat useless brother of his friend. Disliked by his largely Irish brigade and their  naive officers, who regard his battle-weary advice as British arrogance,  Lark finds himself marching with an army of fools into the first battle of the Civil War.     But Irish toughs and wars aren’t enough of a challenge for Jack Lark, no sir — he has to let two women, equally problematic, into the picture.

I started reading the Jack Lark novels a year or or so ago: they’re basically an imitation of Cornwell’s Sharpe novels (which Cornwell seems to appreciate- – he’s called them “Brilliant”) ,  featuring an up-from-the-ranks soldier thrust into the brass.   Previous books have seen Jack fighting in Crimea, India, Persia, and Lombardy, but this book brings him to familiar shores.   Lark has no ideological interest in the war;   questions of the Union, slavery, and states’ rights are little concern to him. Lark is a soldier; his talent is fighting, commanding, and killing.  He stands in contrast to some of the other characters in this novel, whose heads are filled with great ideals — or strange plots, in the case of the beautiful but  patently viperous Elizabeth.     Because Lark chaffs with so many of the other characters — the Irish toughs who assault him in the street and later realize he’s their officer (…Patrick Harper, get back to England!),  the other officers who are resentful and jealous — I assumed  things would go poorly for Lark here, and sure enough on the next book he’s wearing a Confederate uniform.

I enjoyed The True Soldier well enough, but it’s one of the weakest in the series for me — possibly because it involves a battle that I’m already roughly familiar with, so there’s none of that thrill of the unknown that I got when reading about Jack’s time in central Asia.   Some of the dialogue strikes me as unrealistic for 1861, particularly the fulsome rhetoric about the United States being a place for all races, creeds, etc.   Collard remarks in his historical note that he drew it from a speech of the time,   but it’s all over the place; his characters would be more at home in 1968 than 1861!    In the next book Lark evidently goes behind Confederate lines in disguise, and then later drifts into Mexico, so we’ll see if things get any more realistic.    Those who enjoy historical fiction purely for the combat should know that Bull Run appears late in the game here, around the 70% mark.    Stonewall Jackson’s brigade makes a guest appearance for those who know a little about the battle; Lark is amazed by their refusal to budge during the moment that gave Jackson and his brigadetheir obdurant nickname.

On a side note, Jack Lark really is  a Sharpe stand-in. Not only has he lost all of his money and Indian loot on a French woman, but he makes the same speeches to raw infantrymen about the importance of being able to Stand and fire three shots per minute. I don’t mind it in the least, but I keep giving Lark a Yorkshire accent that a London boy wouldn’t have!

 

 

 

 

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