Top Ten Freebie: You Get Music

Today’s TTT is a freebie, so I’m going to share some music I’ve loved this past year. But foist, the tease!

This is what the screen gives the humans. It gives them the same escape. They don’t know when or how they came to be on their phones. They only know they are freed from the plodding, repetitive step of moment after moment. The joys and sorrows of life are muted for them, and they are carried down the road of time without knowing or caring. (My Dear Hemlock)

Now, here’s some music I’ve “liked” on YouTube in the last twelve months. Judging by this list you’d think I listen exclusively to country/bluegrass/folk, but that ain’t necessarily so. It’s just what moves me enough that I “smash the like button”.

“Morgan Wade?! That’s a surprise!” said no one who has read this blog in the last 2+ years. I’d never gone to a concert before this year, and I wound up going to two Morgan Wade concerts.

Fiddles! Yodeling! Buck-dancing! (Okay, the buck-dancing is in their other videos.)

What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the Everlasting Arms!
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the Everlasting Arms!

Mozart dropped a new hit! Nice.

I stumbled upon Beloe Zlato a few years back when I found a video of four women singing a folk song in harmony in the middle of a metropolitan courtyard. Being a fan of traditional folk music, I’ve followed them since.

… Well, I come down here from the mountain top
And I cut you down like an autumn crop
My love for you will never stop
But I pulled you over like a small town cop …
Hay fever’s knockin’ at your door
You can feed the dogs lyin’ on your floor
Took all your gold from your chester drawer
I can drive you crazy, yes, I can

A few years ago I heard Sierra singing Steven Earle’s “The Mountain” and she’s been a favorite since. Skip to 1:15 if you don’t want talky. (That recording of “The Mountain” no longer exists on YouTube, alas for you.)

So, I knew Tulsi Gabbard years ago as an anti-war Democrat, which makes her an endangered species. (Or made. She left the Dems to be independent for a bit and now she’s officially registered with the Republicans, because the neo-con day in the sun is over.) I knew Jocko as a former Navy SEAL and life coach, a dude who dishes out hard advice to his audience, mostly men. Advice like — you’re in adversity? Good. You’ll grown from it. Also, set your alarm for 4:00. You don’t need to sleep in. You need to carpe the diem. Akira the Don has made musical mixes of some of his talks that are good stuff for morning power-walks. The idea that these two know each other is wild.

I can’t be defeated as long as I’m needed
I live for the hope in your eyes
I’m a fool for darkness and a fiend for light
Could you blame me one last time

Sierra Ferrell is one of my favoritist country singers, and Tod was someone I was really into a while. Turns out Ben and Sierra Ferrell have known each other for years, according to people who stalk them on reddit, (I only stalk Morgan.)

That restaurant we were gonna visit, it’s for sale
Time waits for no man, baby
Time can go to hell
I miss you on Tuesdays, our evening drives
I’m on the highway alone and I just close my eyes
I know I’ve made my bed and I’m lying in it
I was hoping you’d come here and lie with me for a minute
I know it’s asking for death
It won’t help me heal
There’s a time to love and a time to heal
A time to love and a time to kill

One of my favorite songs from her new “Obsessed” album. If you’d like, like, you can buy her handwritten lyrics of this for like $200. (I’m not that #obsessed, sorry.)

Lake Street Dive is a band I’ve loved since 2019. I almost went to see them in Iron City last year, but forgot about buying tickets.

Obviously I could give Morgan or Sierra some more love, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut Allison Young and Josh….Turner? have been favorites since 2020. (Josh Lee Turner. I googled it. Josh Turner did a good country song called “Would You Go With Me” which is an old favorite.)

And now the one I saved for last because people might think I’m crazy if they saw it earlier. Yes, it’s musical.

Okay. Yes. We’re bored now. We’re all bored. But has it ever occurred to you, Wally, that the process which creates this boredom that we see in the world now may very well be a self-perpetuating unconscious form of brainwashing created by a world totalitarian government based on money? Just a few days ago I met this man whom I greatly admire, he’s a Swedish physicist — and he told me that he no longer watches television, he doesn’t read newspapers, and he doesn’t read magazines. He’s completely cut them out of his life, because he believes we’re living in an Orwellian nightmare and these things are turning us into robots. It seems quite obvious that the whole world is going the same direction. I think it’s quite possible that the 1960s were the last burst of the human being before he was extinguished, and that this is the beginning of the future, that from now on there will simply be all these robots walking around — feeling nothing, thinking nothing! […]

“And when I was at Findhorn I met this extraordinary English tree expert who had devoted himself to saving trees, and he’d just got back from Washington lobbying to save the Redwoods. And he was eighty-four years old, and he always travels with a backpack because he never knows where he’s going to be tomorrow. And when I met him at Findhorn he said to me, “Where are you from?” And I said, “New York.” And he said, “Ah, New York, yes, that’s a very interesting place. Do you know a lot of New Yorkers who keep talking about the fact that they want to leave, but never do?” And I said, “Oh, yes.” And he said, “Why do you think they don’t leave?” And I gave him different banal theories. And he said, “Oh, I don’t think it’s that way at all.” He said, “I think that New York is the new model for the new concentration camp, where the camp has been built by the inmates themselves, and the inmates are the guards, and they have this pride in this thing that they’ve built—they’ve built their own prison—and so they exist in a state of schizophrenia where they are both guards and prisoners. And as a result they no longer have—having been lobotomized—the capacity to leave the prison they’ve made or even to see it as a prison.” And then he went into his pocket, and he took out a seed for a tree, and he said, “This is a pine tree.” And he put it in my hand. And he said, “Escape before it’s too late.”
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Moviewatch: November 2024

Another month gone, another round of movies to reflect on! [*] entries were those that I picked.

Ghostworld, 2001. I…really don’t know what this is about. We follow two teenage girls (one is Scarlett Johanson, the other is the Hollywood-Ugly Enid) who graduate high school with no plans beyond getting an apartment together. Hollywood Ugly Enid is terrible at customer service, though, so she keeps getting fired and is getting into a weird relationship with a man old enough to be her father, Steve Buscemi. That’s really the movie. Main reason to watch would be if you’re a SJ fan and want to see her as developing actress. I just saw her and Steve Buscemi and figured, hey, that’s a winner.

Muriel’s Wedding, 1994. Australian….darkish comedy about a woman who’s honestly a little nutty.  Lots of ABBA music.  Caution: trailer may stick “Waterloo” in your head,

[*] Oppenheimer, 2023.   A dramatic rendering of J. Robert Oppenheimer, the development of the bomb, and some petty politics that followed in the fifties when someone Oppenheimer had offended wanted to strip him of his security clearance on suspicion of being a Soviet agent.  Good drama, though Harry Truman’s voice acting was bizarre: he sounds like he’s from down yonder in Mississippi, not Missouri,  There are literal recordings of Truman from this time, so it’s not as if they couldn’t  have gotten closer. 

[*] Dirty Harry, 1971.  A cop with no tolerance for political nonsense goes after a twisted serial killer.  Some seriously disturbing scenes, especially with the adult-on-child violence.  

[*] The Shape of Things to Come, 1979. I don’t know if this merits B-movie status.  It uses H.G. Wells title for future-casting but has NO connection to it otherwise. Enjoyed the costuming and props but that ….was about it. 

[*] The Philadelphia Story, 1940. Rewatch with the lady-friend. She hasn’t seen this, a grievous error I had to remedy.   Cary Grant, Kathryn Hepburn, and Jimmy Stewart all star in a funny comedy about the feud between divorcees (Grant and Hepburn)  resulting in two newspaper people (including Stewart) being brought in. Stewart falls for Hepburn and realizes that Grant still has feelings for her. So much good acting and comedy. 

The Third Man, 1949. British film set in postwar Vienna, based on screenplay-turned-novella by Graham Greene. Orson Welles means = interesting shots.  Fellow arrvies in Vienna at the invitation of a friend to find out that whoopsie, said friend is dead and  is suspected of being a racketeer. 

Only God Forgives, 2013. Ryan Gosling. Two brothers have a crime thing going on in Thailand, but Gosling’s brother is a pervert who gets himself killed after he violates the wrong man’s daughter. Gosling’s mama shows up in town to chide him for not avenging his godawful brother, and many people die. Not a fan.

Duck Soup, 1933. Political satire starring Groucho as newly-minted dictator of Fredonia. Can’t imagine it was meant as making fun of Hitler, since he only took power in ’33. Funny nontheless, especially the mirror scene. Later saw a bit from the Lucy show in which Lucille Ball and Harpo recreate the mirror scene.

Sherman’s March: “A Meditation on the Possibility of Romantic Love in the South During an Era of Nuclear Weapons Proliferation”, 1986.

The movie has very little to do with Sherman’s match. It’s more about a guy retracing Sherman’s march through Georgia and the Carolinas and getting involved in relationships with women who disappoint his hopes. Interesting to a mid-eighties baby, as it’s a look at the world as it was when I was born.

[*] The Young Messiah, 2016. Drama based on a Roman soldier played by Sean Bean having to hunt down Jesus of Nazareth, age 7. Bean’s character, Severus, was involved in the Bethlehem slaughter (Herod ordering all male babies killed on suspicion that they might be the Chosen One), and has to choose between duty to to orders and his own humanity. Enjoyable enough, but I only watched it for Sean Bean. Jesus speaks RP, naturally.

That Touch of Mink, 1962. Doris Day and Cary Grant star in a romantic comedy about a playboy who meets Doris Day, an out-of-work computer programmer, and falls for her completely. Unexpected cameos from Micky Mantle, Yogi Berra, and Roger Maris.  Some awkward film and editing work (lots of obvious, glitchy cuts), but the writing was fun and I found a lot to like, especially the “You librarians live it up pretty good!” line. 

Dog Day Afternoon, 1975. Al Pacino plays a bank robber who just wanted some money for his partner’s plastic surgery, but things go sideways. Evidently based on a true-ish story. The funny part was Pacino playing a character named “Sonny” besides the guy who played Fredo, making me wonder — my boy, what have they done to my boy?!

The Ruling Class, 1972. Peter O’Toole plays an absolutely insane scion of a prominent aristocratic family who inherits his father’s title after his father’s fake-suicide attempt accidentally turns into a real suicide.  O’Toole is uncomfortably good at portraying someone who is stark raving mad, and the film’s production aids to this: there’s random singing, and sometimes we get visuals as the schizophrenic O’Toole might see them.  Unequal amounts of funny/disturbing. 

The Sugarland Express,  1974. Big ol’ car chase.  Spielberg and John William’s first collab. 

The Boys Next Door, 1985.   Charlie Sheen and that guy from Grease 2 are two graduates with no real plan for their lives.  They decide to visit Los Angeles, and That Guy from Grease 2’s penchant for violence leads to increasingly anti-social behavior. 

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November 2024 in Review

Didn’t get home until 2 am but it was still worth it Morgan Wade — Iron City, Birmingham AL.

Holy cow, we’re looking down the barrel of this year’s last month. That went by fast. While I didn’t do as much reading for SciFiMonth as I’d hoped, I think I made a pretty good accounting of myself. I didn’t get finished with the Science Survey, either, but that’ll happen this month. My computer dying disrupted my final weekend, though I plan on getting a replacement system online sometime Dec 1st. Kinda have to, because I need a workhorse PC for my final project (pitching library programs and incorporating presentations, flyers, and a video), and my Chromebook ain’t gonna do it. At least there were Black Friday sales to take advantage of.

Sci Fi Month:
War between the Worlds: Global Dispatches, various authors
The Lost Cause, Corey Doctorow
Firefly: Life Signs, James Lovegrove
The Illustrated Man, Ray Bradbury
Eruption, Michael Crichton & James Patterson
A Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, Becky Chambers
A Closed and Common Orbit, Becky Chambers

Nonfiction November:
Rise and Reign of the Mammals
Beauteous Truth, Joseph Pearce
American Carnage: Inside the Republican Civil War, Tim Alberta
Hello, Everybody! The Dawn of American Radio, Anthony Rudel
What If? 2, Randall Monroe
Gulf: The Making of an American Sea, Jack E. Davis
The Skeptic’s Guide to Alternative Medicine, Steven Novella

Science Survey:
Rise and Reign of the Mammals (Natural History)
Gulf: The Making of an American Sea, Jack E. Davis (Natural History)

Favorite Highlight of the Month:

While nature is a great teacher, her powers are limited by our receptivity and docility to her lessons. Busyness, overconsumption, impatience, and the distractions of non-essential things are conditions of the Fall, not just city life. Unless you are willing to undergo a conversion of sorts, the sicknesses and abstractions of modernity will follow you onto the land, which has little pity for arrogant or stubborn pupils.(Localism: Coming Home to Catholic Social Teaching)

Science Fiction Book Bingo:

A Ship and Crew: A Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet , Becky Chambers
Old-Timer (A Book Published Before 1974): Illustrated Man, Ray Bradbury

Coming Up:

Advent is nice and tidy this year, running December 1st – December 24th, so I’ll do a little something in that direction, reading about Church history, Christian formation, something like that. The lady-friend and I are going to be reading My Dear Hemlock, a version of Screwtape Letters but written about a female “patient”, together, so that’ll be one thing. I usually re-read Screwtape during Advent so this will be an interesting variant. My focus in Dec will be to post reviews for some works I’ve read this year and not reviewed, but there will also be other stuff up the pike. But, all that will wait until Dec 9 when my final grad school work for this month is due. Yes, even the prospect of my being able to play Cyberpunk 2077 must be deferred until my work is done…..

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Tech note

I woke up this morning to discover that my computer’s power issue had resurfaced again. I’ve known some component was on the verge of failure (either motherboard or power supply) for the last month or so, but little adjustments would always bring it back to life so I was hoping it would linger into next year. The motherboard is nearly nine years old and has been in continuous service since, and the power supply is half that. Whoever is at fault, the ol’ girl isn’t powering on and I’m typing this from a laptop which I detest. (Mostly for the keyboard. I need a proper mechanical keyboard.) The timing is dashed inconvenient, as I have a final paper due next week. Anyhoo, if you don’t see me posting the next few days you may safely assume that my current rig has joined the choir invisible, but if push comes to shove I’ll …..sigh…….go to some big city and buy a new system. I’d rather hoped to build my next machine, as my current system is mostly re-built (save for its motherboard + CPU + ram), buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut school doesn’t give me a lot of wiggle room.

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WWW Wednesday & Long and Short Prompt

WHAT have you finished reading recently? Becky Chambers’ A Closed and Common Orbit, about two individuals’ struggle for self-realization.

WHAT are you reading now? Sort of looking at The Borrowed Life of Frederick Fife, which seems cozy and heartwarming and all that, a bit like A Man Called Ove, and also planning on tackling more le Guin during the break.

WHAT are you reading next? There are two recent releases that I’m eying up (We Who Wrestle with God by Jordan Peterson & Provoked by Scott Horton), but I want to finish up the Science Survey with something on weather & climate.

And now, Long and Short Reviews’ writing prompt for today, which is “A Musical I Like”.

As a lifelong singer and choirboy, I love musicals. Until the last couple of years, I would have answered “West Side Story”, which was the first musical I ever encountered, via Music Appreciation in high school. However, back in 2022 my godsister made me watch Shrek: The Musical, and ever since then its music has come across my speakers at least twice a week or so. Here are a couple of my favorites:

Or I could be a poet, and write a different story,
One that tells of glory, and wipes away the lies
And to the skies I’d throw it, the stars would do the telling
The moon would help with spelling, and night would dot the ‘i’s
I’d write a verse, recite a joke, with wit and perfect timing.
I’d share my heart, confess the things I yearn, and do it all while rhyming.
But we all learn. But we all learn.
This one the lyrics don’t do justice: only watching Sutton Foster will do.

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A Closed and Common Orbit

A Closed and Common Orbit follows closely on the heels of Becky Chambers’ A Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, but departs from the good ship Wayfarer to tell instead two coming-of-age stories that prove conjoined. One character is new: “Sidra”, a ship’s AI who for plot reasons needed to be removed from the ship and transferred into a highly illegal body kit. She is joined by Pepper, a tech whom we met in Long Way and who found the illegal body kit to begin with, agrees to house and help Sidra learn to function within Galactic Community society without giving away her identity as a synthetic lifeform. In the novel’s other track, we meet “Jane 23”, a genetically-bred slave girl living in a society where genetically-enhanced humans live in comfort and splendor on the labor of girls like Jane. As the book develops, an accident will arouse Jane 23’s curiosity about the world outside of her factory, and she will make her escape from the robots who control her and come of age living in a defunct junkyard shuttle with a nurturing AI. This track proves to be Pepper’s origin story, and makes her bond with Sidra all the more interesting: they are both manufactured beings whose very lives provoke an existential crisis. As both characters are dealing with these questions and getting into trouble — readers are also getting a fresh and heavy dose of Chambers’ worldbuilding as we get more familiar with Port Coriol, which is a bit like a smuggler’s planet sort of area. This was a very different book than Long Way, but I enjoyed its sharp character focus even more, even without Kizzy! Definitely planning on continuing with Chambers and this series, but want to focus on le Guin’s Left Hand of Darkness first.

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Top Ten Thankful Freebie

Today’s TTT is a thankful freebie, so I’m going to highlight ten authors I’m glad to have found in the last year (or two). But first, tease time!

My business is giving people what they need. You heard my rules. I don’t do anything dangerous or stupid. The thing is, a lot of laws are stupid, too, and they don’t always keep people out of danger. What can I say? I’m a woman of principle. (A Closed and Common Orbit, Becky Chambers)

So, authors I’m thankful to have found this year!

(1) Rachel Joyce, Rachel Joyce, Rachel Joyce! I have loved each of her novels I’ve found this year. The plots of the three novels have all been quite different, but they each handled the meaningful beauty in human connection expertly.

(2) Paul Kingsnorth. Although I’ve followed Kingsnorth’s substack for the last year or so, I’d never seriously dipped into his books until meeting him at the Resisting the Machine conference in August. Speaking of, Freya India whose substack GIRLS I highly recommend, just did an interview with Paul called “Rejecting the Machine”. Kingsnorth is a former enviromental activist, an Orthodox mystic, and a critic of the way technology can alienate us from one another, Creation, and a meaningful life.

(3) Rhett C. Bruno & Jaime Castle. When I learned there was a dark-fantasy western about a gunman who gets killed protecting a woman and finds himself still up and about in the world — now working off a kind of purgatory by seeking out vampires and werewolves running around the Old West — I couldn’t resist it. Bruno and Castle have proven a fun combo ever since.

(4) Harrison Scott Key, a Southern humorist who has also done a very serious book about dealing with — and growing through — his wife’s martial infidelity.

(5) David Halberstam, baseball historian.

(6) Wayne Grant, whose medieval adventure novels I enjoyed enormously.

(7) Becky Chambers, whose cozy solarpunk novels revealed a new SF subgenre to me.

(8) Ruth Ware. I chanced upon her lone novel with an IT focus and have since read several of her thrillers this year.

(9) Ursula le Guin.

(10) Fredrik Backman, who I found last year (ditto Bruno & Castle) but who has never failed to delight me with his novels.

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A Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet

Rosemary Harper is a newly certified clerk, fresh from college, signing aboard the good ship Wayfarer for her first gig. It’s going to be a long one, too: galactic politics have just opened up the possibility of a lucrative job near the Core, which has previously been a no-man’s land given the constant war raging there between clans of an incredibly vicious species. Rosemary is smart and open to learning about the universe beyond Mars — but she has secrets, and the more she gets to know her new crewmates and develops genuine relationships with them, the more shame she feels for lying to them. They have their secrets, too, though, and we learn them as we witness the crew spending most of a year dealing with crisis after crisis and leaning on one another — or fighting with one another — for support. This is a character-dominated SF story that’s more about learning and loving and less about huge crises: as such, it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I’ve enjoyed Chambers’ approach so far.

Assuming the reader is on board with a ‘cozy’ science fiction story, there is a lot to like about Long Way, particularly the worldbuilding and characterization. We find ourselves in a universe in which humanity has largely abandoned Earth after destroying its ecosystems and environment through war. Those who left early were rich, and settled Mars: others left out of sheer desperation, in a great Exodus Fleet that would have possibly died out had it not be found by other sapient species who — as luck would have it — were member of a Galactic Community, something like the Federation of 1960s Star Trek. There are several races in the Galatic Community, and they’re all very different, not only physically but culturally, and through our newbie Rosemary we get to learn about them just as she does. This GC has its own history, and humans are marginal players in it at best: while the setup of a mixed-species crew may sound like Star Trek, the optimism and belief in humanity are replaced by cynicism and censoriousness of the same. Granted, humanity did destroy a planet here, so it may be warranted, but I disliked it just the same.

As with Chamber’s later works, the Monk and Robot novels, Long Way is dominated by its characters. The crew of the Wayfayer are vivid personalities, most of whom are carrying secrets that we learn as the story develops. The novel is truly about these characters’ stories than the SF-plot happenings, which pepper and push the novel but don’t dominate it. Although we begin with Rosemary, this is more of an ensemble story, with some genuinely unforgettable characters, about half of whom are non-human. My favorites were the two engineers, Kizzy and Jenks Kizzy reminded me of Kaylee on Firefly, but if Kaylee were doing cocaine, and Jenks is obsessed with AI, weapons, and tech in general. (Not that Wayfayer has weapons: Captain Ashby came from Exodus fleet stock, and most Exodans renounced force in favor of hang-wringing about humanity’s past.) I also liked the use of AI as a character: “Lovey” is integrated with the ship, the way River Tam pretended to be in the Firefly episode “Objects in Space”. The relationships between these characters — the bonds they share — are the heart and soul of Long Way, and through their interactions, we learn more about the world Chambers built, with occasional crises like arrests and pirate raids. Although there’s an “oof, we humans are awful” tinge that’s pretty consistent, this is not a down-and-depairing novel even though tragic things happen: instead, it’s cozy, sweet to the point that it might strike some as saccharine. During one of the pirate raids Rosemary uses her language skills to communicate with the raiders, and while she can’t keep the ship’s stores from being looted, she does mitigate the worst depredations. Add to that the “This crew is family” feeling that permeates and it’s awful heartstring-pulling.

I think conventional SF fans will find much to appreciate here, as Chambers’ alien species are fairly thought out, and their differences allow Chambers to explore topics like family structure, sexuality, machine sentience, and so on, but it’s definitely more about relationship than huge political drama like Dune or Foundation, or ideas like The Disposessed. Possibly best experienced by more casual SF fans, including those who are just kinda curious. There were some annoyances for me, like implausible interspecies relationships (all of these species are very different from one another, it’s not like Star Trek aliens who are “human with pointy ears and a bad haircut” or “human with spots“.), but I liked this very much and have already checked out the second book.

Achievement Unlocked! Science Fiction Book Bingo: A Ship & A Crew

Highlights:

“So we travel to one end—whoosh—and all the people seeing us fly by are like, oh my stars, look at that totally amazing ship, what genius tech patched together such a thing, and I’m like, oh, that’s me, Kizzy Shao, you can all name your babies after me—whooosh—and then we get to our start point.”

“Trust me.” This coming from the tech in a grubby jumpsuit with to-do lists written on her sleeve.

“Some advice? If Kizzy ever says the words ‘you know what would be a great idea?,’ ignore whatever comes after.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Kizzy said. “All my ideas are great.”

“Do you know Aandrisk hand speak?” Rosemary asked. Kizzy glanced up from the lock of hair she was braiding.
“Not really. Sis taught me a couple of ’em. Just basic stuff. ‘Hello.’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘I enjoy your company but I don’t want to have sex.’”

“Your species does have a knack for emotional suppression. And as your doctor, I would like to say that diving straight into paperwork after negotiating at gunpoint wasn’t a very healthy decision.”

“There is a scatter burst burn on your hull.”
“You always say the most romantic things.”

Sissix cupped her palm, flipped it and spread her claws, even though she knew Rosemary would not understand the gesture. Tresha. It was the thankful, humble, vulnerable feeling that came after someone saw a truth in you, something they had discovered just by watching, something that you did not admit often to yourself.

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Eruption

“We might have a thing here,” Rachel told him.
“A thing?” Murray said. “God, you scientists with your fancy words.”

There’s trouble brewing in paradise. Rumblings and earthquakes and the swelling of Mauna Loa indicate that an eruption is imminent, and it may be a big one, threatening the single urban area on Hawaii’s Big Island. Unfortunately, the situation is a lot worse than anyone outside of a single army base know: the lava flow stands to overrun the island’s dormant volcano that the Army is using to store some spectacularly dangerous experimental substances that should not, under any circumstances, be exposed to heat or stress or anything remotely interesting. The result is a disaster novel with SF tinges, one that has an interesting premise and an attractive setting, but is riven with plot implausibilities and characters I didn’t care much about even when they were dying. I mostly checked this out because of the interesting collusion of authors (the late Michael Crichton and the still-living James Patterson): Crichton is an author I’ve never failed to enjoy, and Patterson is an author I have….read. As collaborations go, this is definitely more of a Patterson novel than a Crichton novel, though there are some obvious Crichton elements: the amount of scientific detail, for instance, the running theme of hubris, and the occasional use of the reader being presented with the same data as the characters. There’s no author lecture, though, and the ending is solid “and then a miracle occurred” territory. It was an enjoyable enough way to pass the time, but it’s definitely not memorable like most of Crichton’s other works.

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The Answer is No

I’ve gotten to really like Fredrik Backman this year, and by happy luck his short story “The Answer is No” was available as a ‘first read’ for Amazon prime subscribers. It’s the story of a happy loner named Lucas, who by virtue of his online job, almost never has to leave his apartment. His evenings are spent drinking wine and playing video games, and that’s just the way he likes it. But then someone litters, and the apartment complex’s self-appointed Board arrive at Lucas’ door, where he is pulled in kicking and screaming into an increasingly absurd, but ultimately sweet, story. If that reminds you a little of A Man Called Ove, that’s probably not an accident, but this has far fewer suicide attempts (as in, none) and the absurdism is ratcheted up. There’s still seriousness here, of course, and as Lucas is drawn into his neighbors’ crazy stories he learns about pain and human connection. If you like Backman, this is everything he’s good at but in miniature!

Highlights:

Lucas is happy. This is a very provoking thing to the world. Because people aren’t supposed to be happy, they’re only supposed to want to be happy, because how otherwise are you supposed to be able to sell things to them?

Rules are rules. It is illegal to dispose of cameras on a hill.”
“BUT IT’S NOT A HILL!” Lucas says, possibly in all capital letters.
“It is illegal to shout at a city official,” the man informs him.

The lunatics are just trying to find a little thing to give their lives meaning, Lucas. Just like the rest of us. They’re just trying to be happy.

Lucas nods with enormous satisfaction, like a raccoon who’s fallen into a trash can filled with cotton candy.

“You took the bus to a bank robbery?” Green Shirt wonders. Purple Dress looks a little offended. “Well, if we could afford a getaway car we wouldn’t have had to rob a bank, now would we?”

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