Welcome to part 1 of this month’s media review. Please see later blogs for more
BOOKS
FORTUNES OF WAR, by Olivier Manning
Cairo, 1942. Rommel’s desert army is carrying all before it and has now crossed the border into Egypt itself. Either Britain’s 8th Army makes a heroic last stand or the Germans will be in Cairo soon, the Suez Canal will fall into enemy hands and from this unassailable position could go on to win the war.
Manning peoples her highly authentic-feeling account of Brits at war with a young soldier who has never seen action but is keen to have at the Hun, a beautiful young tart who is the arm of a different man each night but is really after snagging a man with a title, an academic who is keener on making friends and influencing everyone than he is on nurturing his own marriage, and lastly, but most centrally, his wife Harriet, around whom the book revolves.
Olivier Manning has written a fine account of soldiers and civilians in the turmoil of imminent destruction with this book, which almost feels like a movie screenplay. It has been televised, and in a world where they love to do remakes, they could do worse than have another go at this. I for one would see it.
THE GIFT, by Vladimir Nabokov
A young writer hears from a friend that his latest slim volume of verse has received rapturous acclaim from the critics, but when he turns up to a party held ostensibly in his honour, he finds it was all a hoax, and remembers the date: April Fool’s Day. He pulls himself out of his disappointment and presses on with his writing, because the “Gift” the title refers to is his own talent. He settles down to write a life of Russian writer Chernyshevsky, whose book What is to be Done? Is now regarded by many as being even more influential on the architects of the Russian Revolution than Marx’s Das Kapital.
I love Nabokov’s writing. Fluid, stately, smooth as silk on a beautiful woman’s skin, there is no one who builds a better sentence than he does. But here, in one of his least approachable books, I struggled to stay afloat. His last book written in Russian when he was still living in exile in Berlin, even his publishers refused to include the chapter which is in essence a condensed form of the book on Chernyshevsky the fictional author is writing, and in one sense you can see why. Now restored, it seems completely separate from the remainder of the narrative, while at the end of the book there is a lengthy afterword by Nabokov’s brother Dimitri, on the subject of their lepidopterist father.
Strictly for Nabokov enthusiasts.
THE BEST OF SAKI, by H.H. Munro
Being a presentation of strange but sometimes hilarious tales from the pen of one of Britain’s most notable short story writers. Here you will meet Clovis Sangrail, whose sense of humour can be bizarre to put it mildly. In one story, he hears someone showing off that he learnt from a Siberian shaman how to transform people into animals, and arranges to have the demonstration work only too well. In another, a baby goes missing, and he goes off and finds it, only to be told it is the wrong baby. Then the right baby is found, leaving the family with one baby in excess of requirements...
Largely forgotten now, Saki’s quirky, surprising little gems of short stories should not be overlooked by anyone interested in that most tricky of formats.
Definitely worth a couple of hours of your time.
OUR MAN IN HAVANA, by Graham Greene
A British expat is selling vacuum cleaners in Cuba when he is somewhat reluctantly recruited into MI6. The training is minimal; he doesn’t really have a clue how to go about garnering information useful to the Home Country. Then he has the idea simply to make it up. He imagines a secret factory in the Cuban hinterland, and sends plans which resemble a vastly enlarged version of the vacuum cleaner he sells. To his astonishment the high-ups back home swallow the whole thing and beg for more of the same. Then an assistant is sent out to Cuba to assist him...
Greene put this book in the category of what he called “entertainments”; light-as-air divertissements as opposed to his “proper” novels, such as The Heart of the Matter. But even this tale has a dark edge. A friend is murdered simply for being his friend, and the local security chief who has earned the moniker of the “Red Vulture” for his cruelty, has designs on his beautiful teenage daughter.
Certainly an “entertainment”, and a damn good read too.
Saturday, 31 March 2018
Antisemites all
Poor old Jeremy. No sooner does he sort out one problem within his party when another one comes along. Now one of his honchos has been castigated for supporting another who is, according to reports, a holocaust denier.
Holocaust denial is the very definition of antisemitism. To attempt to refute the enormous weight of evidence that the Nazis tried very hard to rid the world of Jewry is idiotic, noy only deeply hurtful to the Jewish community, but an affront to anyone who believes in truth. But sections of the Labour Party have seized on this as a new way to displace Corbyn from the leadership. Led by John Mann, a man so right wing and rabidly Zionist it is almost impossible to understand how is a member of the Labour Party at all, they seek to expunge all traces of antisemitism from the ranks of the Labour Party. People who suggest this is simply another way to get rid of Corbyn and his left-of-centre cadre are shouted down as antisemitic.
Well and good, until you realize that what they also want is to expunge any opposition to the ultra-right wing Zionist leadership of the land of Israel. Yesterday a protest was mounted in Gaza against the expropriation of their land by the Israeli ‘settlers’ as Palestinians refer to them. Stone throwing was met with automatic rifle fire; 17 young men were shot dead. That’s how the Israelis operate. They believe they have a literally God-given right to occupy the land, regardless of the fact that 7 million Arabs were already occupying it. Labeling them all terrorists, they feel justified in denying them the human rights they themselves enjoy, corralling them into ever smaller enclaves and shooting them dead should they be so outrageous as to protest the injustices they face every day.
Yet so all-powerful and far-reaching is the Jewish lobby that even mentioning these injustices is deemed ‘antisemitic’. And there’s your injustice, your racism, right there.
Holocaust denial is the very definition of antisemitism. To attempt to refute the enormous weight of evidence that the Nazis tried very hard to rid the world of Jewry is idiotic, noy only deeply hurtful to the Jewish community, but an affront to anyone who believes in truth. But sections of the Labour Party have seized on this as a new way to displace Corbyn from the leadership. Led by John Mann, a man so right wing and rabidly Zionist it is almost impossible to understand how is a member of the Labour Party at all, they seek to expunge all traces of antisemitism from the ranks of the Labour Party. People who suggest this is simply another way to get rid of Corbyn and his left-of-centre cadre are shouted down as antisemitic.
Well and good, until you realize that what they also want is to expunge any opposition to the ultra-right wing Zionist leadership of the land of Israel. Yesterday a protest was mounted in Gaza against the expropriation of their land by the Israeli ‘settlers’ as Palestinians refer to them. Stone throwing was met with automatic rifle fire; 17 young men were shot dead. That’s how the Israelis operate. They believe they have a literally God-given right to occupy the land, regardless of the fact that 7 million Arabs were already occupying it. Labeling them all terrorists, they feel justified in denying them the human rights they themselves enjoy, corralling them into ever smaller enclaves and shooting them dead should they be so outrageous as to protest the injustices they face every day.
Yet so all-powerful and far-reaching is the Jewish lobby that even mentioning these injustices is deemed ‘antisemitic’. And there’s your injustice, your racism, right there.
Tuesday, 20 March 2018
Poor little gambling companies get well again
Having taken something of a hit while the regulator strove to decide how best to deal with them and their gigantic profits, shares in the big gaming companies recovered substantially after the former said the limit of spending on FOBs (Fixed Odds Betting terminals) should only go down to 30 quid every 20 seconds instead of the 100 smackers you are allowed to lose at the moment.
Losing only 90 pounds a minute rather than 300 is obviously an improvement. Just not much of one.
When I learned the rudiments of psychology at medical school, I heard that of all the ways to persuade any animal, including humans, to do any given thing, the most effective method is what is called “positive intermittent reinforcement” In other words, you don’t reward a given behavior every time, just every now and then. This works much better than aversion therapy, where the contrary behavior is punished. Just rewarding once in a while is almost guaranteed to maintain the desired behavior. Which is why FOB terminals are so addictive. You let people win just often enough to keep them hoping, but not enough to give them any real chance of ending with a profit at the end of any given session.
“Oh, please don’t bring the figure down!” Bleat the gaming companies. “Thousands of jobs will be lost!” When slavery was outlawed in the 19th century, thousands of people were put out of work, and a good thing too. Hopefully they went off and found less hideous ways of making a living. If the frug trade stopped tomorrow, millions of people around the world would be out of work. Would that be such a bad thing? Yet when it comes to an only marginally less pernicious activity like running FOB terminals, suddenly it’s beyond the pale.
The government and its “independent” regulator had a real chance to make a difference with this. Bringing the maximum down to 2 pounds, or even 5, would have been a real advance, and still allow the gaming companies to maintain their position as some of Britain’s wealthiest concerns. But no, they went with greed, doubtless influenced by the very powerful gaming lobby, who seem intent on fleecing thousands of Britains poorest people. Why does the government like FOB terminals? Simple: tax revenue. They generate 1.5 billion in tax exact year. Who cares if people get ripped off?
Gambling has been a popular pursuit in cultures around the world for millennia. They absolutely love it in the Far East, where Macao now takes in more revenue even than Las Vegas. But that doesn’t mean governments should encourage it. Which is what our government is doing right now. Shame on them.
Losing only 90 pounds a minute rather than 300 is obviously an improvement. Just not much of one.
When I learned the rudiments of psychology at medical school, I heard that of all the ways to persuade any animal, including humans, to do any given thing, the most effective method is what is called “positive intermittent reinforcement” In other words, you don’t reward a given behavior every time, just every now and then. This works much better than aversion therapy, where the contrary behavior is punished. Just rewarding once in a while is almost guaranteed to maintain the desired behavior. Which is why FOB terminals are so addictive. You let people win just often enough to keep them hoping, but not enough to give them any real chance of ending with a profit at the end of any given session.
“Oh, please don’t bring the figure down!” Bleat the gaming companies. “Thousands of jobs will be lost!” When slavery was outlawed in the 19th century, thousands of people were put out of work, and a good thing too. Hopefully they went off and found less hideous ways of making a living. If the frug trade stopped tomorrow, millions of people around the world would be out of work. Would that be such a bad thing? Yet when it comes to an only marginally less pernicious activity like running FOB terminals, suddenly it’s beyond the pale.
The government and its “independent” regulator had a real chance to make a difference with this. Bringing the maximum down to 2 pounds, or even 5, would have been a real advance, and still allow the gaming companies to maintain their position as some of Britain’s wealthiest concerns. But no, they went with greed, doubtless influenced by the very powerful gaming lobby, who seem intent on fleecing thousands of Britains poorest people. Why does the government like FOB terminals? Simple: tax revenue. They generate 1.5 billion in tax exact year. Who cares if people get ripped off?
Gambling has been a popular pursuit in cultures around the world for millennia. They absolutely love it in the Far East, where Macao now takes in more revenue even than Las Vegas. But that doesn’t mean governments should encourage it. Which is what our government is doing right now. Shame on them.
Sunday, 18 March 2018
Did Putin do it? Applying the CPS rules
Let’s imagine the unlikely scenario of Vladimir Putin making a private visit to Britain tomorrow. Would he be arrested at the airport, based on the existing evidence, and interrogated as to his responsibility? Of course he would deny everything, and then be released on police bail pending further enquiries.
The stage would be reached when the police would deliver their file to the CPS, who would then have to make a charging decision. In most cases they would apply the ‘50% rule’, where they would not proceed unless they thought there was a greater than 50% prospect of conviction. (This rule does not apply in cases of rape and historical sexual abuse, of course, where the vast majority of cases are put to the jury, regardless of the evidence, and juries tend to find the vast majority of them not guilty, reluctant to convict in cases of ‘he said/she said’. But I digress)
On the basis of what has been made public so far, I would expect the CPS to charge Putin and let a jury decide. Theresa May has been explicit in her condemnation of the Russian state, and when Jeremy Corbyn sounded a note of caution he was excoriated by the press for his disloyalty, despite the fact he was simply doing his job as leader of the opposition in a democratic state.
But would a jury convict Putin? The question any jury has to answer is: is the case proved beyond a reasonable doubt? Are you sure? They are asked. Come to that, what does the word sure mean in this context? Some judges and others authorities say, 90% certainty constitutes sure. We know Theresa May is sure; she made that perfectly clear last Wednesday, but how would a jury decide?
It is said that in the early 90s Russia transformed itself from a Soviet state to a criminal organisation in the space of less than two years. Under the auspices of Boris Yeltsin, that bumbling, corrupt if relatively benevolent alcoholic, the oligarchy was created. In order to build his power base, he delivered some of the biggest state industries; coal, oil, gas, infrastructure development and so on into the hands of a very few people, who overnight became some of the richest and most powerful men on Earth. In this environment the Russian mob blossomed into a kind of mini-state only marginally less powerful than the government itself. They are certainly capable of reaching out and disposing of anyone they don’t like, wherever they are. Some say they are actually indivisible from the government. That’s what people believe.
We know the Russian state developed the nerve agent responsible for the attack, and that Russia has acted in a pretty unscrupulous manner in the last few years (Ukraine, Crimea, etc), but would a jury, forced to consider the facts alone, without any political considerations, acquit Putin? I think they might.
The stage would be reached when the police would deliver their file to the CPS, who would then have to make a charging decision. In most cases they would apply the ‘50% rule’, where they would not proceed unless they thought there was a greater than 50% prospect of conviction. (This rule does not apply in cases of rape and historical sexual abuse, of course, where the vast majority of cases are put to the jury, regardless of the evidence, and juries tend to find the vast majority of them not guilty, reluctant to convict in cases of ‘he said/she said’. But I digress)
On the basis of what has been made public so far, I would expect the CPS to charge Putin and let a jury decide. Theresa May has been explicit in her condemnation of the Russian state, and when Jeremy Corbyn sounded a note of caution he was excoriated by the press for his disloyalty, despite the fact he was simply doing his job as leader of the opposition in a democratic state.
But would a jury convict Putin? The question any jury has to answer is: is the case proved beyond a reasonable doubt? Are you sure? They are asked. Come to that, what does the word sure mean in this context? Some judges and others authorities say, 90% certainty constitutes sure. We know Theresa May is sure; she made that perfectly clear last Wednesday, but how would a jury decide?
It is said that in the early 90s Russia transformed itself from a Soviet state to a criminal organisation in the space of less than two years. Under the auspices of Boris Yeltsin, that bumbling, corrupt if relatively benevolent alcoholic, the oligarchy was created. In order to build his power base, he delivered some of the biggest state industries; coal, oil, gas, infrastructure development and so on into the hands of a very few people, who overnight became some of the richest and most powerful men on Earth. In this environment the Russian mob blossomed into a kind of mini-state only marginally less powerful than the government itself. They are certainly capable of reaching out and disposing of anyone they don’t like, wherever they are. Some say they are actually indivisible from the government. That’s what people believe.
We know the Russian state developed the nerve agent responsible for the attack, and that Russia has acted in a pretty unscrupulous manner in the last few years (Ukraine, Crimea, etc), but would a jury, forced to consider the facts alone, without any political considerations, acquit Putin? I think they might.
Tuesday, 27 February 2018
February 2018 movie review part 2
MAGIC MIKE (2012) D- Steven Soderberg
A very fit young man (Channing Tatum) is making good money as a male stripper, and encourages an even younger, but no less attractive Alex Pettyfer to join his troupe. But really he wants to start his own business and is only stripping to fund the enterprise.
I’ve admired Soderberg’s film making ever since Sex, Lies and Videotape, and this maintains his high standard. Watching his films feels a bit like a film crew has wandered into a real-life situation and are quietly filming as apparently real life unfolds. The stripping sequences seem completely authentic, right down to their completely unerotic nature (according my wife, anyway) but eventually the plot loses its way and by the end this viewer for one stopped caring. Pity.
THE TALL BLOND MAN WITH ONE BLACK SHOE (1972) D- Yves Robert
A rather scatter-brained Parisian is somehow mistaken for an international spy by a ring of other spies, and is drawn into a befuddling series of events which confound the real spies, without any apparent effort on the part of the protagonist, played hilariously by Pierre Richard. One of them (Mireille Darc), who is supposed to ensnare him ends up falling for him big time, while the others tie themselves in knots trying to work out what he is doing, which is impossible because he doesn’t know either.
The ‘blond man’ series of movies were an enormous hit in 1970s France, with its blend of 007 and Jacques Tati. Today they have dated alarmingly, as so many films from that era have, especially the spy movies, but it retains a charm and pace which remains engaging to this day.
IN ORDER OF DISAPPEARANCE (2014) D- Hans Petter Moland
A Norwegian man (Stellan Skarsgård, who else?) is so maddened with grief when his son is found dead of a drugs overdose, he resolves to take down the people responsible, from the bottom, with his suppliers, right to the top of the drugs distribution network. Normally an inoffensive snow-plough driver, he transforms into someone only slightly less dangerous than John Wick.
If you want a definition of ‘black comedy’ you need look no further than this film, a minor classic of its kind, with its blood-and-guts violence told with exceptional style and wicked humour. Skarsgård is excellent, as he always is, and he is strongly supported by the ensemble, and the director whose work we should look out for in the future. Excellent work all round.
I, TONYA (2017) D- Craig Gillespie
Being the life story of Tonya Harding, who was nearly, but not quite, America’s greatest figure-skater. Considering the vicissitudes she faced, suffering domestic violence at the hands not only of her husband but also her mother (magnificently played by Allison Janney), it is astonishing she made any kind of impression at all. But she did. Combining great skill with marvellous athletic ability, she sometimes failed to reach the top of her discipline because her face and trailer-trash background didn’t fit the criteria of a reactionary skating establishment.
Margot Robbie puts in a stunningly realistic portrayal of the troubled star, and the story of her now infamous rivalry with Nancy Kerrigan is brilliantly told. I always had a soft spot for the real-life Tonya, partly because, like John Mc Enroe, she emerged as a rebel against the dominant culture. Like McEnroe, she was sometimes her own worst enemy, but really, she was doomed never to reach the heights because of her spirit-destroying roots. A tragic tale, wonderfully realised on screen.
A very fit young man (Channing Tatum) is making good money as a male stripper, and encourages an even younger, but no less attractive Alex Pettyfer to join his troupe. But really he wants to start his own business and is only stripping to fund the enterprise.
I’ve admired Soderberg’s film making ever since Sex, Lies and Videotape, and this maintains his high standard. Watching his films feels a bit like a film crew has wandered into a real-life situation and are quietly filming as apparently real life unfolds. The stripping sequences seem completely authentic, right down to their completely unerotic nature (according my wife, anyway) but eventually the plot loses its way and by the end this viewer for one stopped caring. Pity.
THE TALL BLOND MAN WITH ONE BLACK SHOE (1972) D- Yves Robert
A rather scatter-brained Parisian is somehow mistaken for an international spy by a ring of other spies, and is drawn into a befuddling series of events which confound the real spies, without any apparent effort on the part of the protagonist, played hilariously by Pierre Richard. One of them (Mireille Darc), who is supposed to ensnare him ends up falling for him big time, while the others tie themselves in knots trying to work out what he is doing, which is impossible because he doesn’t know either.
The ‘blond man’ series of movies were an enormous hit in 1970s France, with its blend of 007 and Jacques Tati. Today they have dated alarmingly, as so many films from that era have, especially the spy movies, but it retains a charm and pace which remains engaging to this day.
IN ORDER OF DISAPPEARANCE (2014) D- Hans Petter Moland
A Norwegian man (Stellan Skarsgård, who else?) is so maddened with grief when his son is found dead of a drugs overdose, he resolves to take down the people responsible, from the bottom, with his suppliers, right to the top of the drugs distribution network. Normally an inoffensive snow-plough driver, he transforms into someone only slightly less dangerous than John Wick.
If you want a definition of ‘black comedy’ you need look no further than this film, a minor classic of its kind, with its blood-and-guts violence told with exceptional style and wicked humour. Skarsgård is excellent, as he always is, and he is strongly supported by the ensemble, and the director whose work we should look out for in the future. Excellent work all round.
I, TONYA (2017) D- Craig Gillespie
Being the life story of Tonya Harding, who was nearly, but not quite, America’s greatest figure-skater. Considering the vicissitudes she faced, suffering domestic violence at the hands not only of her husband but also her mother (magnificently played by Allison Janney), it is astonishing she made any kind of impression at all. But she did. Combining great skill with marvellous athletic ability, she sometimes failed to reach the top of her discipline because her face and trailer-trash background didn’t fit the criteria of a reactionary skating establishment.
Margot Robbie puts in a stunningly realistic portrayal of the troubled star, and the story of her now infamous rivalry with Nancy Kerrigan is brilliantly told. I always had a soft spot for the real-life Tonya, partly because, like John Mc Enroe, she emerged as a rebel against the dominant culture. Like McEnroe, she was sometimes her own worst enemy, but really, she was doomed never to reach the heights because of her spirit-destroying roots. A tragic tale, wonderfully realised on screen.
February 2018 movie review part one
PAPILLON (1973) D- Franklin J. Schaffner.
A French guy (Steve McQueen) convicted of murder finds himself doomed to spend the rest of his life on Devil’s Island. But from day one he’s plotting to escape from this hell-in-paradise. He enjoys limited success, despite the assistance of fellow inmate Dustin Hoffman. He keeps escaping, keeps getting caught, and every time he is, the punishment is more severe. Does he give up? Does he fuck. There wouldn’t be a movie if he did.
Henri Charriere achieved the writer’s dream with his book, which sold in the millions and was then turned into a highly successful film. This is a trick about as rare as winning the lottery, and like that there’s a huge element of luck involved. To be fair, however, which I try to be, it is a great story, well told, and the film does the book justice, with its accomplished director, strong cast and high production values throughout. You could do a lot worse than give it a go, although if you are anywhere near my age you’ve probably done so already.
BAYWATCH (2017) D- Sam Gordon.
Wel, they had to do this, didn’t they. A highly successful TV series, adored by teenage boys who liked looking at good-looking girls in swimsuits, updated for the millennials with only slightly more political correctness, and no better credentials. We have Dwayne Johnson standing in for the now pretty decrepit David Hasselhoff, and Kelly Rohrbach substituting Pammie Anderson.
Reviewers have spoken admiringly of the cast, which I suppose is fair enough, though for me it doesn’t matter how strong your players are, if they’re having to deal with a paper-thin plot and an execrable script, it wouldn’t be saved even if you staffed it with RSC alumni. Which it so isn’t. Terrible.
THE SHAPE OF WATER (2017) D- Guillermo del Toro
In 1960s America, the FBI has captured some sort of amphibian monster and have taken it home so they can conduct horrible experiments on it, even though it appears to be highly intelligent. The Indians in the Amazon basin where they found it worship it like a god, but once in the US they’re treating it more like a particularly interesting frog. But one of the cleaners in the research establishment where it’s kept seems to bond with it, and when a plan is hatched to spirit it out of there, she’s willing to risk everything to help it escape.
This film has opened to high acclaim around the world, and I certainly admired it a lot. There is more than a nod to earlier ‘monster with a heart’ movies such as Creature from the Black Lagoon and Splash, and Elisa Esposito as the mute cleaner who falls for it is very powerful. But there is one little problem with it. Michael Shannon who plays the evil FBI guy is very good, but he reprises his role in Boardwalk Empire as, you’ve got out, an evil FBI agent, so closely it jars a little. But perhaps I’m being a bit persnickety.
A French guy (Steve McQueen) convicted of murder finds himself doomed to spend the rest of his life on Devil’s Island. But from day one he’s plotting to escape from this hell-in-paradise. He enjoys limited success, despite the assistance of fellow inmate Dustin Hoffman. He keeps escaping, keeps getting caught, and every time he is, the punishment is more severe. Does he give up? Does he fuck. There wouldn’t be a movie if he did.
Henri Charriere achieved the writer’s dream with his book, which sold in the millions and was then turned into a highly successful film. This is a trick about as rare as winning the lottery, and like that there’s a huge element of luck involved. To be fair, however, which I try to be, it is a great story, well told, and the film does the book justice, with its accomplished director, strong cast and high production values throughout. You could do a lot worse than give it a go, although if you are anywhere near my age you’ve probably done so already.
BAYWATCH (2017) D- Sam Gordon.
Wel, they had to do this, didn’t they. A highly successful TV series, adored by teenage boys who liked looking at good-looking girls in swimsuits, updated for the millennials with only slightly more political correctness, and no better credentials. We have Dwayne Johnson standing in for the now pretty decrepit David Hasselhoff, and Kelly Rohrbach substituting Pammie Anderson.
Reviewers have spoken admiringly of the cast, which I suppose is fair enough, though for me it doesn’t matter how strong your players are, if they’re having to deal with a paper-thin plot and an execrable script, it wouldn’t be saved even if you staffed it with RSC alumni. Which it so isn’t. Terrible.
THE SHAPE OF WATER (2017) D- Guillermo del Toro
In 1960s America, the FBI has captured some sort of amphibian monster and have taken it home so they can conduct horrible experiments on it, even though it appears to be highly intelligent. The Indians in the Amazon basin where they found it worship it like a god, but once in the US they’re treating it more like a particularly interesting frog. But one of the cleaners in the research establishment where it’s kept seems to bond with it, and when a plan is hatched to spirit it out of there, she’s willing to risk everything to help it escape.
This film has opened to high acclaim around the world, and I certainly admired it a lot. There is more than a nod to earlier ‘monster with a heart’ movies such as Creature from the Black Lagoon and Splash, and Elisa Esposito as the mute cleaner who falls for it is very powerful. But there is one little problem with it. Michael Shannon who plays the evil FBI guy is very good, but he reprises his role in Boardwalk Empire as, you’ve got out, an evil FBI agent, so closely it jars a little. But perhaps I’m being a bit persnickety.
February 2018 book review
Welcome to February’s media review. Please see subsequent posts for movies. There’s some crackers, as well as a couple of dogs!
BOOKS
THE TERRORISTS, by Maj Sjowell and Per Waloo
Martin Beck, nearing retirement, has been kicked upstairs into a desk job but is chosen to go into the field to head up security for the visit to Stockholm of a right-wing American senator. It soon becomes apparent his work will not be surplus to requirements: a terrorist cell is indeed active, staffed by experienced pros. In fact they’re so good they are confident they can stay one step ahead of the authorities, but they haven’t bargained for the likes of Martin Beck and his anarchic, but extremely effective sidekick, Gunvald Larsen. Perhaps if they kill them as well...
This is the last in the ten-book series of Martin Beck police-procedural classics, and may be the best of all of them. Again the authors mix their world-weary, but clear-headed analysis of Swedish society as it entered the 70s with a brilliant and thrilling tale of catch-the-assassins. I’ve read one a year for the last ten years, and I don’t know what I’m going to read on city breaks now. I’m going to have a job finding thrillers of this standard, that’s for sure.
GHOSTS, SPOOKS AND SPECTRES, edited by Charles Molin
Designed to be read by teenagers but eminently suitable for adults too, here is a fine little collection of classic ghost stories, from Oscar Wilde’s celebrated The Canterville Ghost, through Dickens’s haunting The Signalman, and on to amusing little cameos like James Thurber’s The Night the Ghost got In and Conan Doyle’s The Brown Hand. Well worth a couple of hours of your time.
DISORIENTING ENCOUNTERS: The journey of Mohammed As-Saffar, edited by Susan Gibson Miller
In 1846, having suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the far more technologically advanced French, the Moroccan sultan decided to send a delegation to Paris to try to find out how they were able to do it so easily. Among the delegation was a young man of letters who was asked to keep a journal of his experiences.
He is amazed by what he finds: a far higher standard of living seems to be enjoyed by almost everyone in France, despite its ‘arctic’ climate, and entranced and repelled at the same time by the beauty of the women, who seem happy to flaunt their physical charms even in the company of men they don’t know. He is impressed by their economic organization, and wonders if that might be related to their success on the battlefield. But all along, he is contemptuous of their idolatrous religion, which fails to accept the supremacy of Mohammed and the True Faith.
An interesting idea for a 3000 word essay, but not enough meat for a 200 page book, featuring an introduction which comprises nearly 1/3 of the text. And there’s far too many footnotes for anything other than a PhD thesis.
BOOKS
THE TERRORISTS, by Maj Sjowell and Per Waloo
Martin Beck, nearing retirement, has been kicked upstairs into a desk job but is chosen to go into the field to head up security for the visit to Stockholm of a right-wing American senator. It soon becomes apparent his work will not be surplus to requirements: a terrorist cell is indeed active, staffed by experienced pros. In fact they’re so good they are confident they can stay one step ahead of the authorities, but they haven’t bargained for the likes of Martin Beck and his anarchic, but extremely effective sidekick, Gunvald Larsen. Perhaps if they kill them as well...
This is the last in the ten-book series of Martin Beck police-procedural classics, and may be the best of all of them. Again the authors mix their world-weary, but clear-headed analysis of Swedish society as it entered the 70s with a brilliant and thrilling tale of catch-the-assassins. I’ve read one a year for the last ten years, and I don’t know what I’m going to read on city breaks now. I’m going to have a job finding thrillers of this standard, that’s for sure.
GHOSTS, SPOOKS AND SPECTRES, edited by Charles Molin
Designed to be read by teenagers but eminently suitable for adults too, here is a fine little collection of classic ghost stories, from Oscar Wilde’s celebrated The Canterville Ghost, through Dickens’s haunting The Signalman, and on to amusing little cameos like James Thurber’s The Night the Ghost got In and Conan Doyle’s The Brown Hand. Well worth a couple of hours of your time.
DISORIENTING ENCOUNTERS: The journey of Mohammed As-Saffar, edited by Susan Gibson Miller
In 1846, having suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the far more technologically advanced French, the Moroccan sultan decided to send a delegation to Paris to try to find out how they were able to do it so easily. Among the delegation was a young man of letters who was asked to keep a journal of his experiences.
He is amazed by what he finds: a far higher standard of living seems to be enjoyed by almost everyone in France, despite its ‘arctic’ climate, and entranced and repelled at the same time by the beauty of the women, who seem happy to flaunt their physical charms even in the company of men they don’t know. He is impressed by their economic organization, and wonders if that might be related to their success on the battlefield. But all along, he is contemptuous of their idolatrous religion, which fails to accept the supremacy of Mohammed and the True Faith.
An interesting idea for a 3000 word essay, but not enough meat for a 200 page book, featuring an introduction which comprises nearly 1/3 of the text. And there’s far too many footnotes for anything other than a PhD thesis.
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