A Scientific Romance

When I picked up A Scientific Romance by Ronald Wright, I thought I was going to read a steampunk novel. However, what I got included a lot more. In many ways it was like The Brief History of the Dead by Kevin Brockmeier (which I wrote about here) meets V for Vendetta (plus more).

There were so many themes and concepts that it seems silly to list them all, but here goes (in varying levels and not in order of importance):

Civilization, Archeology, Pandemic, Imperialism, Globalization, Time Travel, Industrial Revolution, Morality, Mad Cow Disease, Friendship, Steampunk, Human Society, Fossil Fuels, Monarchy, Victorian Undergarments, Neolithic Societies, Vegetarians, Rome, Evolution, Love, Academia, History, Environmentalism, Shakespeare, Computers, Nature, Science, Religion, Cities, Anarchy, Racism, Betrayal, Mortality, Crime, Plumbing, Genocide and Culture

Things not in this book: the Internet, Feminism and Space Aliens

Anyway, much of the action takes place on a walk from London to Scotland and, since that takes quite a long time, a fair amount of narrative takes place in the protagonist’s musings as he walks. The result is a lot of themes and concepts.

Everyman

While I generally enjoyed the book, the problem with Everyman by Philip Roth is that it is a little inaccurately sold. The book is a collection of memories of a single man (supposedly an ordinary man) that starts with his funeral.

The problem is this: the main character isn’t ordinary. His father is a well-off jewelry merchant, his brother is a multi-millionaire, he has a successful advertising career, he manages to sell some of his paintings and in the middle of his life he hooks up with (and eventually marries) a gorgeous Danish model (oh, plus he is supposedly really good looking).

As I wrote, I did like this book, but it does have one thing in common with For One More Day by Mitch Albom (my thoughts on For One More Day are here). Basically, if you go out of town (and are doing something that you shouldn’t be doing), your Mom dies of a stroke (or something) while you are gone.

Of course, the main theme, the “everyman” theme, is the angst associated with internalizing mortality. Despite being in good shape (doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t gain weight) the main character has his share of health problems.

He is exposed early to death and thinks (right before he has a burst appendix):

Terrifying encounters with the end? I’m thirty-four! Worry about oblivion, he told himself, when you’re seventy-five! The remote future will be time enough to anguish over the ultimate catastrophe! (32)

I think that is pretty good advice (course, poor Mr. Everyman doesn’t actually make it to 75).

Comedy Central Sells Books (to me)

I have used a Tivo since 1999 and have no clue what time shows are on since I haven’t watched one while it was being broadcast in almost a decade (and not just because time-shifting is a cool term).

Despite that, I do know that Jon Stewart and the Colbert Report are back to back since they are tied together in between the two shows.  As a result, I tend to watch them together.

In a single night I bought The Lucifer Effect: Understanding How Good People Turn Evil by Philip Zimbardo and Cultural Amnesia: Necessary Memories from History and the Arts by Clive James after learning about the first on the Jon Stewart show and the second on the Colbert Report.

I haven’t read either yet (and kind of wonder how Cultural Amnesia is different from The Creators: A History of Heros of the Imagination by Daniel Boorstin).

I hope that both books are worth the price of hardcover!

Web 2.0 Social Networking Is A Giant Time Vortex?

I am not sure if Milan Kundera has ever heard the term “Web 2.0”, but in his book (though, he was likely writing it before the term was coined anyway) The Curtain: An Essay in Seven Parts (that I first wrote about here) there is a quote that strikes me as related.

Kundera is referring to a “long forgotten” 1930s Czech novel called The Internal-Combustion Monster by Jaromir John. Kundera says that John’s story is about the maddening sound of cars when they first appeared on the scene (of course, a fraction of today’s cars that we don’t even really hear anymore).

Using this story as a starting point, Kundera points out:

We can deduce a general rule: the existential import of a social phenomenon is most sharply perceptible not as it expands but when it is just beginning, incomparably fainter than it will soon become. (121)

He goes on to give an example from Nietzsche and then writes:

Bureaucracy in Kafka’s time was an innocent babe compared to today, and yet it was Kafka who revealed its monstrous nature, which since then has become routine and no longer commands anyone’s interest. (122)

Kundera is writing about “social phenomenon” in the context of art in general with the novel as the centerpiece specifically. I am not aware of a novel that uses Web 2.0 as a backdrop, but Kundera’s observation made me think about “Web 2.0 social networking” as a phenomena that is just beginning. How is it different from what came before?

When the Web browser was invented a lot changed, but one of the characteristics was that the Web made many economic activities more efficient and time more productive. Granted, “surfing” used up a lot of time and instant messaging was a time black hole for sure (though, a pale comparison to the time black hole that is Twitter), but, for the most part, the “broadcast Web” and many of the first applications saved time.

Last Fall I attended the Web 2.0 Summit. At the Summit they had a panel of late teens and early twenty-somethings talking about their Internet-related habits. A number of the participants claimed that they spent about 4 hours per day on mySpace. I mentioned this comment to several people that I know and the reaction was “what do you do for 4+ hours?” Someone responded with, though in jest, what is probably pretty telling “oh, they are making purple ponies fly across their page”.

So, there is the rub: Web 2.0 takes a lot of time (more than television?). Endless bookmarking and blogging and futzing with mySpace or Facebook, takes a lot of time. But, it isn’t really productive time. It is truly “social” time.

From a literary perspective, I wonder what the novel would say about Web 2.0 here at the beginning of this social phenomenon. For that matter, what would it say about the Web in general?

A last thought for this post, Kundera writes:

The novelist’s ambition is not to do something better than his predecessors but to see what they did not see, say what they did not say. (15)

What has not been revealed?

Things That Suck: Banning Books

There is a long list of things that tick me off, but banning books is way up there towards the top.

The Fahrenheit 451: Banned Books blog has created a Banned Book Challenge that seems worthwhile. Essentially, commit to reading as many (of the books that have been banned) as you are able to between now and June 30, 2007 (however, it started in February). Then, report on your progress here.

The Forbidden Library does a reasonably good job cataloging the books that have been banned for whatever reason, but I don’t know if it is comprehensive. Just perusing the site, though, annoys me since (I’ll say it again) banning books ticks me off.

A Separate Peace On Elm Street

As compelling as it is, this book totally freaked me out. Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro is a “coming of age story” about the “coming of age” of people (clones) who are being raised so that the vital organs can be harvested.

It is complete with teenage angst, romance and girl infighting (not too different from the movie Mean Girls based on Queen Bees and Wannabes by Rosiland Wiseman). However, the backdrop is the life of these clones who “know, but don’t know” that their whole existence is to provide organs to “normals”.

It is probably obvious that a book with this premise would tackle (or at least provoke contemplation about) ideas related to organ donations, cloning, research and even food production (a la the movie Fast Food Nation). It is filled with an endless stream of ethical and moral questions asked in an interesting way. But, that isn’t what got me.

What got me was the metaphor for life. We are born, we become “carers” (part of the story line) and we die (all the while we have a bit of nostalgia for our childhood home and history).

Never Let Me Go brings you along at a fast clip for the most part, but it does get bogged down in a kind of literary self-gratification (the kind that people say “what an excellent way of exposing character”), which gets a little boring:

When I found myself alone, I’d stop and look for a view – out a window, say, or through a doorway into a room – any view so long as there were no people in it. I did this so that I could, for a few seconds at least, create the illusion the place wasn’t crawling with students, but that instead Hailsham was this quiet, tranquil house where I lived with just five or six others. (90)

It is a deep and disturbing plot line, but it has moments of humor:

You could go around implying you’d read all kinds of things, nodding knowingly when someone mentioned, say, War and Peace, and the understanding was that no one would scrutinize your claim too rationally. You have to remember, since we’d been in each other’s company constantly since arriving at the Cottages, it wasn’t possible for any of us to have read War and Peace without the rest noticing. But just like with the sex at Hailsham, there was an unspoken agreement to allow for a mysterious dimension where we went off and did all this reading. (122)

Last, even though the clones know the end of life will come (don’t we all?), the narrator still approaches it in a manner that is void of the context (which, I guess, if it is the only existence you have know, you would do):

And it started to dawn on me, I suppose, that a lot of things I’d always assumed I’d plenty of time to get round to doing, I might now have to act on pretty soon or else let them go forever. (213)

All in all, Never Let Me Go is super chilling, but well worth reading.

Steampunk, Clockpunk, Time Travel Oh My!

I don’t know where to start.

Basically, I read this post on Da Vinci Automata and was completely intrigued by the book Jack Faust by Michael Swanwick, which I bought today. I have found that I am super intrigued by the terms steampunk and clockpunk and read a bit about them.

I am surprised that I have never heard of either term before, because The Anubis Gates by Tim Powers is one of my favorite books of all time. Apparently, the term was invented, in part, to refer to books by Powers.

The Anubis Gates is great for a lot of reasons and it has everything that someone with an affinity for time travel stories would require. It takes the Grandfather Paradox idea to a different place, but doesn’t necessarily answer the question: who created the poetic works of William Ashbliss? I find this funny (though, I think you have to read the book to know why).

But, I ramble.

Time travel is an important part of the book, but the Anubis Gates also interweaves the concept of “body trading”. This is an interesting concept that I’ll have to write more about later since the list of excellent books in this category is long.

Last, any recommendations in either the steampunk or clockpunk genre are more than welcome.

Cooked

I hate to cook and will go to great lengths to avoid it. I hate talking or thinking about food or recipes. But, I truly hate cleaning up after cooking, which makes me hate the whole concept of cooking even more. At times, I think that people who say they like to cook are just saying it for no good reason.

That is how much I really dislike all things cooking related.

That all being the case, I must read Cooked: From the Streets to the Stove, from Cocaine to Foie Gras by Jeff Henderson.

I heard the author on NPR the other day and it sounds like an amazing story.

In the 80s he was a drug dealer in California and ended up in jail. Today, Henderson is the executive chef at the Café Bellagio in Las Vegas. And, let me tell you, based on the interview, it sounds like it was one hard road to make it.

It makes me think of Horatio Alger.

Which, then, reminds me of Dude, Where’s My Country by Michael Moore. In that book there is an entire chapter devoted to the idea that Horatio Alger stories are not possible. The chapter is called “Horatio Alger Must Die”. Henderson’s story definitely contradicts that claim.

Anyway, despite the fact that he clearly must like cooking, I have to read Henderson’s memoir!

Identity

As I wrote here, Milan Kundera is a genius. His books are nearly perfect. Identity is a quick, but brilliant, read and is filled with many interesting quotes. Ultimately, it is a love story, but it is also a view of external events via the interior world.

Some of the quotes are short, and interesting (even out of context):

The pervasive rose fragrance: a metaphor of adventure. (39)
What to attach to, if his inner self should keep as silent as it had before? (68)
You’re living out the destiny I escaped by chance. (85)
Is having two faces such a triumph? (115)
She has the impression of being drawn along by a conspiracy of coincidences…(131)
…our only freedom is choosing between bitterness and pleasure. (146)

And, then, there are dozens of longer quotes that are terrific like:

Their problem is time – how to make time go by, go by on its own, by itself, with no effort from them, without their being required to get through it themselves, like exhausted hikers, and that’s why she talks, because the words she spouts manage inconspicuously to keep time moving along, whereas when her mouth stays closed, time comes to a standstill, emerges from the shadows huge and heavy, and it scares my poor aunt, who, in a panic, rushes to find someone she can tell how her daughter is having trouble with her child who’s got diarrhea… (79)

For sure, there are many more, which, ultimately, if I collected them all, would actually be the entire book reprinted.

But, I do have a favorite:

When he did that, I understood the sole meaning of friendship as it’s practiced today. Friendship is indispensable to man for the proper function of his memory. Remembering our past, carrying it with us always, may be the necessary requirement for maintaining, as they say, the wholeness of the self. To ensure that the self doesn’t shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flower, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friends. (46)

I wonder, has anything more accurate been written?

Next up by Kundera, Slowness (finally going to deliver on the time travel)

Two History Books The Armchair Historian Must Have (And Read)

The first one I bought about twelve years ago at the Kramer Books and Afterwards Cafe in Washington, DC (the store had its 15 minutes of fame about three years later).

Anyway, A History of Knowledge by Charles Van Doren is an exceptional overview of world history through the lens of all that humankind has created, imagined, invented, admired or otherwise loved.

The book becomes especially fascinating when Van Doren details massive intellectual leaps that were considered ludicrous at the time (a variety of religious, scientific and artistic ideas).

It is a history of civilization, but it is easy to read and absorb. Other benefits include improving your trivial pursuit performance and sounding smart (ish) at cocktail parties.

The second book is called Freedom: A History of US by Joy Hakim. It is a companion to a PBS series by the same name (which I never saw). I love this book. If you find yourself completely forgetting your US history, pick this one up and you’ll feel high school flooding back (without the Monday morning test).

If you are an American, it is a reasonably good read most times of the year, but it goes especially well with July 4th (if you are reading anything at all at that time). That stated, while it is driven by pride, it is a balanced perspective.