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Look Who's Back - Timur Vermes
I finished this book almost three weeks ago and I'd completely forgotten about it until yesterday. That's about all the review that needs to be written. But since I like to have 300-500 words I'll go on.
As a satirical set-up Adolph Hitler waking up in modern day Germany is fertile ground, that much is undeniable. But Look Who's Back is funny twice, one running joke (The Jews are no laughing matter) and one typical Hitler speech that ends with a sudden and brutal crash back into reality (At The Cleaners). Aside from those two admittedly enjoyable moments the entire book is 400 disappointing pages of waiting for the plot and the jokes to turn up, by the time you realize niether plot nor satire will be arriving it's far too late to get your money back.
Dr. Seuss - Silly Joel & the Cadymen
If skip-hop is lacking one thing (and it's lacking a lot of things to be honest) it's talented lyricists. The best skip-hop lyricists I've seen before these guys is Evil Eddie. Evil Eddie is cool but Silly Joel & co. are lyrically on a whole other planet. That planet is populated by Silly Joel & The Candymen, Joey Bada$$, Lupe Fiasco, Kendrick Lamar and almost nobody else.
On top of that the flows are amazing, the samples are super cool and the beats are super nifty. If there's any justice in the world these guys will be huge.
American Savage - Dan Savage
So for the first time in roughly three months I've actually finished a book. So the thoughts I have on books that the entire internet is just dying to hear can actually be posted.
Dan Savage is awesome.
Everything after this is just elborating on that single fact. Most activists are joyless perpetually angry over educated middle-class cry babies with zero real world knowledge or experience. Sorry, that last sentence should read "my impressions of most activisists is that they are..." but I digress. Dan Savage is different, he doesn't blow his stack over garden variety dick moves he just points out the dick move clarifies why it's a dick move and moves on. So when he really gets passionate about an issue I actually pay attention because whatever Dan Savage is passionate about is something that's worth being passionate about.
What's more, Dan Savage is capable of laughter, a large point of difference from most activists I've encountered and that sense of humour carries through in his writing.
American Savage is simply a collection of essays and anecdotes from Dan Savage about anything and everything from inviting bigots over for dinner and debate to raising children it's a fun easy accessible read. I enjoyed it like I knew I would. Dan Savage is awesome
Pork, eh? no los dos.
An actual conversation between Abbott and Hockey:
Abbott: Daddy, I want a big toy plane!
Hockey: Aw come on Tony, you know we can't afford that
Abbott: I DON'T CARE, I WANT IT NOWWWW
Hockey: Well, I mean
Abbott: *starts blubbering*
Hockey: We're going to have to cut benefits to the sick and poor
Abbott: I don't care. I just want my big toy plane! WHOOOSH!
Hockey: Are you sure? You might make people angry, Tony.
Abbott: Who cares! I just want my plane!
Hockey: *exasperated sighs* fine. I'll get you one.
Abbott: YAY! Big plane for Tony! Woohoo!
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via no--mind)
Jesus Christ! Cut out the middle man ans slit your wrists now
I’m Sick of being called a traitor … I wish people would just be quiet and move on.
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(via thewalrus616) Just thought I'd reblog this for Luke Keary's benefit.
So, I started talking Politics on Facebook. What Was Going to be a BRIEF Comment Turned into This:
It took years of shouting at Tony Abbott to convince him that climate change is a real thing, I'm still not sure if the fact that it's caused by human activity has actually gotten through. In the mean time he's gotten himself into a position of real power (by winning a caucus vote by a single vote and an election against an unelectable government by the barest margin imaginable on the second try)
He's used that power to enact a climate change policy unsupported by any legitimate economist or scientist, tried and continues to try to abolish the one piece of climate policy Australia has taken that has even a tiny positive effect. Not to mention we no longer have a Science Minister at all. After all what's science ever done for us?
He’s abolished aboriginal legal aid, a program that cost a pittance ($34m), for reasons that still haven't been adequately explained. We now have an asylum seeker policy that makes us an international pariah (and it was shithouse before the barbarians got a hold of it). These aren't hippies, communists and the usual GetUp protest-anything wastes of oxygen telling us these policies are wrong. It's Amnesty International, The UNHCR and other legitimate human rights organizations, who have to take time out of their busy days complaining to governments about Somali warlords, Middle East civil wars and South American dictators to talk about what we're doing. That's the international company we keep now, Thanks Tony. At the same time we have a cabinet with one woman (that one woman is, herself, a prime contender for "worst human being in cabinet") and a man with a proven track record of sexism appointing himself Minister For Women.
Then we've got a Finance Minister who's basically trying to give a green light to super fund corruption. Since apparently a super fund doesn't need to be run in the best interest of the person whose name the super fund is in, go figure. That’s before you get into the broken nature of the super annuation industry to begin with, where everyone making decisions has no idea what the fuck they’re doing and could be replaced with a coin flip machine. Granted, this ludicrous pile of horse shit has been put on the back burner (for now). We've got the just mind boggling proposed changes to 18c of the Racial Discrimination Act. While I agree that people "have a right to be bigots" (and we collectively have the right to tell said bigots they're full of shit) the attorney fucking general shouldn't stand up and announce, and thereby tacitly endorse, that right in the freaking senate. As for Tim Wilson, I understand the philosophical argument he's making, even agree with it to a certain extent, but he's fighting a losing battle in semantics and his philosophy can't realistically translate to effective political policy. Finally as far as cutting "offend, insult, humiliate" from 18c goes, I can see a point (philosophically) in cutting “offend” since offence requires the reaction of another person whereas an intent to “insult” or “humiliate” doesn’t. Offence is such a subjective idea and some people are so easily offended their standards are objectively ridiculous (see #cancelcolbert) that cutting “offend” from 18c makes sense, to me at least. But I can't see any good coming from cutting "insult” and “humiliate" at all since if you're setting out to insult or humiliate someone on the basis of race, you're a cock and deserve to be punished for your actions. As for including "intimidate" & "vilify" I'm kind of surprised they weren't already there. But all of that is secondary to the fact that, in the form it's already in, the RDA is a good thing that doesn't need to be changed (not weakened at least). Being white, I can't say whether it's working but anything that tells Andrew Bolt to shut the fuck up has to be doing something right.
Then there's Joe Hockey, a man so incapable of budgeting his own caloric intake he had to make use of the medical science his party only believes in when it's convenient, who spent the 2007-13 spinning a narrative (bafflingly bought by wide sectors of the public) of economic mismanagement and incompetence built on right wing hysteria over budget deficits (don't get me started on that subject. Considering how closely I follow US politics talking about right wing budget deficit hysteria could make this comment twice as long as it already is). The main mismanagement by the ALP was giving optimistic forecasts that had to later be downgraded which gave the LNP adequate but bullshit evidence to go "AHA, Lies!" considering the global fascination with austerity from 2010-12 (didn't that turn out great) and the state that Goldman and co. put the world's economy into, Australia is doing fucking grand. This isn’t to say things are good, economically, in Australia, because they’re not. But things could be worse. One of the reasons things aren’t worse is the ALP’s economic policy from 2007-13, the very policies Joe Hockey has made his name denigrating. All of that from Hockey would be just fine. He was in opposition, it was his job to criticise the government and attempt to provide a realistic alternative (he was really good at the former, not so much the latter). But once he got Wayne Swan's job we had a "Budget Emergency" whenever we talk about the ALP's legacy, when the LNP want to sell off Medibank Private or when Hockey wants to make cuts to Medicare, an institution that provides essential medical services ("Like lap-bands?" "No, Joe. Not like lap-bands."), because the cost of Medicare was going to blow out to a ridiculous number (that aligned perfectly with what we sustainably spend now, adjusted for inflation) by 2020. But the "Budget Emergency" strangely disappears whenever we want to throw $8.8b to the RBA, which the RBA never asked for and would only put in a "rainy day fund" that could have been filled any time between now and "whenever it starts to rain". Another time our "Budget Emergency" seems to disappear is when we take a look at the MRRT which if it hadn't been gutted back when it was on the floor (by, guess who?) would have raised real amounts of money. But apparently the billion(s) we could still add to the budget by having a real MRRT rather than a bureaucratic box for Gina and Twiggy to tick isn't going to do anything to save us from our "Budget Emergency" but thank god we cut that wasteful $34m that was going into aboriginal legal aid, that fixed the "Budget Emergency" right up.
While we're going it’s worth mentioning cuts to foreign aid for additions to infrastructure. That doesn't need a whole paragraph, just keep rereading that sentence until you're ready to renounce your citizenship and move to New Zealand. Bear in mind none of that increase in infrastructure budget is going to go toward the NBN, which is pretty much the most important infrastructure project for the country over the coming century. A project that will pay for itself (in money saved on copper wire maintenance) after I have no idea how long, but I'd be willing to bet the math comes out to "some time before 2030". Either way by 2030, or probably sooner, an NBN will be "fucking essential" not just a big ticket social policy and it's a better option to have it sooner rather than later. But luckily we'll be saving money on FTTN. That is, until we all inevitably have to pay for FTTP and are left with useless nodes and a sum of money wasted on the maintenance of copper wires from nodes to premises in the intervening time that we're not getting back. Now, gay marriage might be inevitable but that's not going to stop this Prime Minister and this government, a government that I'm fairly sure I've established by now is thoroughly divorced from reality, from fighting it every step of the way. All the while Tony’s using Christine Foster as an "I’m not homophobic" prop and remaining blithely ignorant of the fact that having a gay sister and not supporting gay rights literally makes him a worse person than Dick Cheney. Got that passport handy? I hear Christchurch is a lovely place to raise children. Speaking of children, if you're making $150000+/yr you don't need $75000 of taxpayer money for the first six months of your child's life. That's fucking ridiculous. But it's nice to know that four and a half years later when White Collar jr. goes to school it will be on a gutted Gonski funded curriculum approved by LNP cronies (whose names I can't remember and can't immediately find on Google) masquerading as independent reviewers. For children lucky enough to go to university they can look forward to the sweeping tertiary education cuts done by Labor (one of the only truly awful policy decisions they made) and happily embraced by the LNP, despite dropping commitments to what Labor's tertiary education cuts were going to pay for.
Then there's the fact it took three months for Tony Abbott to say "An Australian citizen imprisoned in a foreign country on politically motivated charges is something I don't like". He gets some small credit for finally stating it and formally requesting Peter Greste's release. But how does it take 93 days to make that decision, it shouldn't even take 93 seconds. For crying out loud, representing your country's citizens overseas is the reason government exists. Oh, and we’ve restarted live export to Egypt as a bargaining chip. So brace yourself for another undercover animal abuse video in the near future. Knights and Dames is just the bizarre cherry on top of a shit-sundae. The only reason I can fathom for the decision is "Because Tony could" which makes the whole farce a pointless expression of power, which has all sorts of disturbing implications. For fuck's sake we've only had this government for six months. There's two and a half years until we get a chance to fix this mess, unless Peter Cosgrove channels John Kerr, Turnbull pulls a coup or Abbott wasn't bluffing about a double dissolution temper tantrum if he doesn't get his way on the Carbon Tax. None of those seem likely but I'd welcome any one of them. I'm praying that sometime today the AEC is going to come out and yell "Surprise! We got you guys so good. You should see your faces." </rant>
Drag Your Body - Batpiss
This song I know is awesome because it's a wall to wall, triple concentrated testosterone hit. <sarcasm>Unlike that namby pamby "kickarse opening chord and sick riff" shit Manchester Orchestra are peddling </sarcasm>
Verses? Finesse? Fuck. That. Shit. more distortion! Louder! Grungier! Angrier! More grime! More bass! More violence! This is Grinderman on crack, with a hangover, after a bad day, dipped in battery acid and desperate to punch something. Naturally, I can barely contain my erection.
Top Notch - Manchester Orchestra
I'm honestly not sure if this song is actually any good or not. I hear the opening chords, I'm pretty sure my testosterone level doubles and I black out until the riff comes back. I've listened to this song three times and still haven't noticed the verses. That riff tho
You'll Be Sorry When I'm Dead - Marieke Hardy
I first noticed Marieke Hardy as "that girl with the Jane Austen tattoo on The Book Club" and as much as I admired her sense of style I completely forgot about her in the intervening weeks between episodes of a show I appreciated but missed more often than I watched.
I first noticed her book, You'll Be Sorry When I'm Dead, in my local book store shortly after it's release (2011) and picked it up to read it's synopsis on the basis of: a) pretty girl on front cover (male gaze, can't switch it off. Not going to apologize for it) b) witty and interesting title Said synopsis detailed Marieke Hardy's decision, at the age of 11, that she wanted to be prostitute when she grew up. I lold. But at $35, if memory serves correctly, it was beyond my price range at the time and had been difficult to find since.
After learning to pay closer attention to weather each Tuesday was the first of the month Marieke Hardy became a lot easier to recognize and remember. When I joined Twitter a few months ago her feed was one of the first I followed, I have no idea why. Of the assorted actors, athletes, activists, artists, journalists, scientists, economists, commentators, comedians, sports teams, musicians, politicians, and porn stars I follow Marieke Hardy's feed is one of my favourites.
The reason I so enjoy Marieke Hardy's twitter feed is the same reason I enjoyed You'll Be Sorry When I'm Dead (yes, I do eventually get to the point!) both are overflowing with personality, charm and guilelessness. There is no obfuscation in Marieke Hardy's tweets, or her book, about her politics (which lean ever so slightly to the left) or who she is as a person (difficult as that may be to convey in 300 pages or 140 characters).
The only authors whose books have brought me more laughter are Matthew Reilly, David Foster Wallace and Douglas Adams. Granted, of those three authors only Douglas Adams and David Foster Wallace had intended to make me laugh. So if you see You'll Be Sorry When I'm Dead in your local book store, buy it! Even if it's pricey. Marieke Hardy is worth every cent.
(I know I finished it months ago but it still feels right to keep bagging The Tournament. I liked it, I still look forward to Matthew Reilly's next book and I still admire his writing. But that book was awful!)
A Brief History of Time - Stephen Hawking
Being a science undergrad/self aggrandizing wanker desperate to prove to himself that he's the smartest one in the room it was only a matter of time until I read this book.
A Brief History of Time was the only other readily available literature in my possession during my aforementioned exile from wi-fi and Foxtel so it was read concurrently with 12 Years A Slave (jumping from one to the other was a strange experiment in altered head-space).
If you've watched any documentary narrated by Carl Sagan, Brian Greene, Neil Degrasse Tyson or Brian Cox you've already read the first three chapters of A Brief History of Time (congratulations).
Chapters 3-9 are qualitative explanations of the deeper concepts behind, and implications of the ideas one is already familiar with if they have the fundamental scientific literacy of the average 14 year old (Big Bang Theory, Black Hole Singularities, Quarks, The conflict between General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics, etc.).
Chapter 10 is an amazing summation of the why we study these things beyond the mere pursuit of knowledge that makes the last 7 chapters of only understanding every third word entirely worth it.
12 Years A Slave - Solomon Northup
So, after I finished The Tournament I lacked the concentration to finish any other books (stupid Matthew Reilly).
I tried finishing off Waging Heavy Piece (Neil Young's autobiography) but after reading through 150 pages I just lost the will to keep picking it up. I'm about 600 pages through Underworld by Don DeLillo and the less said about the train-wreck of wasted potential it's turned into the better, suffice to say picking it up again would be like holding my hands over a hot stove while Tourette's patients shaved my ball-sack.
The combined stupidity and readability of The Tournament just made it difficult, for a long time, to pick up any book and maintain focus long enough to get through a big enough chunk to really help me on my way to finishing the thing.
Then I watched Steve McQueen's film 12 Years A Slave (cried like a bitch). Two days later, through a conspiracy of coincidence, I found myself in possession of a copy of the original memoir written by Solomon Northup in a house without wi-fi or Foxtel, my circumstances really were quite barbaric. Since 12 Years A Slave was the more readable of the two books I'd recently acquired 12 Years A Slave is what I read
So I ended up finally finishing a book. If you've seen the movie you don't need to read the book, the movie really is that close an adaptation. But you should probably buy the book anyway, I found it well worth the read at least.
The Tournament - Matthew Reilly
The Tournament is a book about a thirteen year old Elizabeth the first attending a chess tournament in Constantinople. Just thought I'd tear that bandaid off early. There's no way I can make this book seem anymore ridiculous after giving that one sentence paraphrasing of the book's own synopsis.
Up until now every Matthew Reilly book has followed a simple formula. several pages (anything from 10 to 150) of elaborate setup, someone presses the GO button and the entire rest of the book is action so fast paced and over the top that it borders on ridiculous. There is no Matthew Reilly book yet that doesn't include hand-to-hand combat in a diving bell, someone shooting a man-eating orca in the face while it chews on their leg, characters running from aliens in the New York City Library or from paramilitary neo-nazis and giant panthers in South American jungle or from komodo dragons and rogue serial killers in a secret US Air Force base, unleashing genetically engineered polar bears on unsuspecting enemies or something equally awesome and ridiculous. Until The Tournament. The Tournament keeps the ridiculous but managed to lose the awesome.
The Tournament is a book about a thirteen year old Elizabeth the first attending a chess tournament in Constantinople. I just wanted to type that again to let it really sink in. There's times in The Tournament where the dialog belongs in Mean Girls not medieval courts. Then it tries to sound medieval and I wish it would go back to the Mean Girls dialogue because it reads like what a fourteen year old thinks medieval English sounds like (with an occasional thou and some flipped grammar) and it just comes off as ridiculous. There's a whole subplot that reads like erotica that could have been cut entirely with no loss to the book at all. It's quickly made apparent that the results of the chess tournament don't matter but we keep getting updates as if it does. To top the whole thing off it often tries to be serious and look at the dark side of humanity but its observations are always trite. Always.
I read every page of The Tournament and I enjoyed it. But that was mainly because I was so busy laughing at it. I spent all four hundred pages of it missing Scarecrow where grenades dropped at our heroes feet on page ten and the next five hundred pages were fucking insane, ending with chasing an intercontinental ballistic missile with an experimental rocket propelled aircraft in order to attempt a mid-air manual override. The Tournament is almost the complete opposite of The Luminaries: I enjoyed reading it but that doesn’t mean it’s good, in fact I think it’s rather bad, almost so bad it's good.
Outer Dark - Cormac McCarthy
After the chore that The Luminaries became I decided I wanted to read something I knew I would enjoy and something I knew I'd finish in good time. In the spare hours of Christmas day, after the traditional early morning flurry of unwrapping, when I finished The Luminaries I had at hand Outer Dark and Matthew Reilly's latest, The Tournament (more on that later).
Cormac McCarthy didn't let me down. I finished Outer Dark within the week and could of finished it in three days if I didn't consciously attempt to savor the experience and like every other Cormac McCarthy novel I've read I enjoyed every page of it and now I'm finished it I have only a vague idea what it's about. There seems to be a lot about morality but I couldn't be more specific than that, there's also a lot about unintended consequences especially the final passage of the book which turns everything that's come before it on its head.
I did notice in Outer Dark that one could accuse Cormac McCarthy's work of being sexist, at least on what I've read. The mother in The Road is the one who's too weak to carry on and commits suicide. Carla Jean Moss in No Country For Old Men does nothing but tell her husband to be careful, be a liability and eventually gets killed. There's no female characters in Blood Meridian that don't get killed or raped or both. In Outer Dark there's a passage of spousal abuse that actually made me a little uncomfortable and Rinthy Holme is a useless crier. But all of that could just as easily be put down to the time and place of McCarthy's novels and the characters he's decided to write. Either way it's only a paragraph or two that might make a hardcore feminist somewhere start some petition. But for me, who just wants to see women get the equal treatment and respect they deserve wherever they aren't getting it, it doesn't get in the way of the prose.
And the prose is the thing. I got more joy from the 20 pages of Outer Dark I read on Christmas Day than I did the 100 pages I read of The Luminaries. Every other sentence is just brilliant. My god I love Cormac McCarthy's writing.