Book and Album Reviews: Week 21

This Week’s Book: Un Lun Dun by China Mieville

I only kind of understand why some people don’t get on with Mieville. He gets two common criticisms: that he doesn’t do happy endings, and that he puts too much of his politics in his work.

Me, I love both those things. I like to feel like an author is saying “this is the way I see the world today” (provided they’ve also backed it up with a good story that works on it’s own merits, and Mieville has, pretty much every time). I don’t believe in engineering a “happy” ending – the story ends, life goes on, and frankly, if the characters have been through the sort of trauma that most sci-fi or fantasy includes, the ending should probably be “and then they all got professional counselling ever after”. So I like his willingness to end with the feeling that the characters are going to be recovering (or not) from this story for a long time to come.

Un Lun Dun, then. His first kids (or rather “Young Adult” as I understand we’re now supposed to call them) book. (He has one for grown ups due this autumn, apparently.) Alice in Wonderland, set in a broken down mirror of modern London. There’s a certain feeling of concsiously kicking against the established tropes of children’s fantasy, but since they get right up my nose too, I don’t mind that sort of thing.

I don’t want to say too much that would spoil this, so I’ll leave it at: this is a succesfull translation of Mieville’s usual style into a work for children – a massive amount of inventive fantasy ideas, urban sprawl, environmental decay, etc etc. If you like his adult works for those things, and can enjoy “Young Adult” work, you will like this.

This Week’s Album: Impeach My Bush by Peaches

I liked her first album, and thought he second was pretty good too. And here we are, on number three. The sound is slightly different – more lush, less minimal, but still basically dirty electro. And lyically? Well, on the one hand, I don’t suppose people want Peaches to change that much. But on the other, well, this is album three of basically the same material. I liked it, but y’know, I’d like to feel like there was something *new* there.

Let this be a lesson to you, meme posting bastards

So, there was a tedious meme that did the rounds a while back, where you got some kind of pointless graph across several unrelated axes based on who you claimed to have dated. It plainly had *no* value, or means of deriving the info it claimed to from the questions it asked.

But now they’ve made the data they gathered public, to demonstrate how easy it is to get people to give up personal info.

http://d1rtyf1lthy.livejournal.com/257310.html

I note with amusement that surprisetruck claims to have dated me.

Just in case, given the number of people I know who fell for this:

You know those memes that calculate your porn star name, or your celebrity name, or things like that? Based on things like the town you were born in, or the street you lived in? Or your mother’s maiden name? What possible uses can you think of for that data?

Book And Albums Reviews: Weeks 16-20

No reviews. Too far behind. Just a quick listing to bring me up to the end of this wek, so I can try and get back to things next week.

Books:

Necropolis: London and Its Dead – A history of the what London has done with its dead down the centuries.
Autopsyrotica – Chad Ward is a twisted mind, but his photography is some of my favourite.
Working Stiff – The autobiography of a man who wound up working for Nerve.com as a sexual adventurer,
Powder – fictional rock band story, one from Dave when he moved away.

Albums:

Arcade Fire – Funeral and Arcade Fire – Neon Bible – Late to the party. I did give em a while when everyone was raving about Funeral last year, but wasn’t grabbed. I like them rather more now, and these are definitely growing on me.
Artemis – Undone. Pleasant enough trip hoppy stuff.
Tiger Lillies – Punch and Judy – I like them. Other people find them ear bleeding torture. Obviously, they are wrong.

Un Lun Dun

So, I’m reading Mieville’s latest, a children’s book about two teenage girls who slip into a mirror world occupied by all the lost and broken things of London. So far, it’s excellent. But I just had to share a couple of lines from early in the novel, that made me smile with recognition, the sort of shared opinion that endears me to the work.

“There’s a lot of animals very good at that sort of disinformation. There are no cats in UnLondon, for example, because they’re not magic and mysterious at all, they’re idiots.”

Cycling Help?

Not, y’know, literal help with the actual cycling, obviously. That’d be peculiar. But I know there are a few people around here that take their cycling pretty seriously, and I need a bit of advice.

I’ve just started cycling to work, and the saddle on my bike is, to put it politely, not terribly comfortable. Can anyone point me at a reputable maker of more comfortable saddles? Are there any things I should look out for? What kind of price could I expect to pay? Comfort really is all I’m looking for…

I May Die

So, as everyone knows, I’m allergic to exercise, and possessed of the balancing skills of a penguin with CJD.

So I’ve just signed up for a rollerblading course.

That New Computer Smell

We’ve got a new guy starting at work next week. He’s going to inherit my old machine, and I’ve just spent the afternoon setting up my delightful new 20″ iMac. It’s Friday, and we’re all out of here shortly for a pint sitting in the sun my the river.

It’s a rough old life.

Taste of London

Is on again this year. I went last year, it was ace. Details here: http://www.channel4.com/life/microsites/T/taste/london.html

ewa and I are planning on going. Anyone else fancy it? Should we try and all pick the same day and time? My preference is for either the Friday evening or Saturday afternoon slot…

Sunshine

Is a bloody good film. I couldn’t stop thinking of a quote from Alan Moore as I was watching it:

“We parade with the magicians on the endless plazas of the sun and watch them trail gem-warted fingers through six-thousand degrees centigrade degrees of photosphere. We walk there at their side, become them are them. Are at last our true and only selves. We flourish, we ignite. And as with each, so with us all. So with our culture and our world where information brinks its saturation threshold, and we all look up in that white moment when the sky unwraps, and the unfiltered truth of us rains blazing down; a searing holy deluge where those parts of us we’ve not yet turned to gold are utterly devoured, are made incinerate.”

That’s Moore talking about heaven. About glory. About the ultimate human achievement. And that’s what the film is about. And Sunshine isn’t perfect, but I love the theme, and I really, really enjoyed it. Seriously, go see it.