Sunday, 7 January 2018

Tjitlering

One week ago: So this year I'm not going to travel so much, I'll try and reduce my carbon footprint.

Now: I'm in Denmark.

And what's more I've got a new starting point on my world city alphabet: Abu Dhabi is kicked into second place. And I reckon that this one is going to take some beating, maybe when cities start having numbers in the title 3Mobile Presents Milwaukee.

Anyway, Aalborg - Denmark's fourth city - doesn't seem to be that much on the tourist trail. It's a pleasant enough though, with its old, colourful houses and fancy new harbourfront re-gen. It had a park where a tree played Bob Dylan christmas songs, an art gallery with a Thilo Frank swing through mirrored infinity and a fifteen-meat barbecue buffet. All of the main ones. Get me a roast crocodile and make it snappy.

Monday, 1 January 2018

2017 Reading challenge

Last New Year's Eve (I was going to say New Year's Eve last year, but realised that that would be yesterday, which would make the rest of this post a lot more impressive) Carys gave me a reading challenge, and I bloomin' love a challenge. Here's the result in all its self-indulgent glory.

A book you read at school: Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck.
Now I seem to remember this taking most of a term to get through, this time it barely lasted a commute.

A book from your childhood: Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
I had a pop-up book of this as a kid but had never read the actual novel before. I didn't enjoy it very much.

A book written more than a hundred years ago:
Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
I figured I should read it, but did so under a bit of self-imposed duress but I really enjoyed it. Turns out there's a reason why some of these classic books are classics.

A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
I was riding high on Great Expectations so I busted out a second Dickens, why not hey? Got an embarrassing story about this book, I'll tell you if you ask nicely.

A book written in the last year:
Turtles All the Way Down - John Green
A book that I was pretty excited about reading, it wasn't as good as I hoped it would be. The perils of too high expectations.

A non-fiction book: 
That's the Way it Crumbles - Matthew Engel
I learnt quite a lot from this, although I'm not certain that any of it is useful.

A book by a male author: 
Plot Against America - Philip Roth
My first Philip Roth book.  That's a box tick, right there.

A book by a female author: 
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves - Karen Joy Fowler
What a lovely book. Fairly sure that if I say much more I'll spoil it.

NW - Zadie Smith
Zadie Smith seems to write a novel that I really enjoy and follow it with a novel that I don't. I really enjoyed her third book, On Beauty. This was her fourth.

A book by Someone who is not a writer:
A Book for Her - Bridget Christie
Animal - Sara Pascoe
How Not to be a Boy - Robert Webb
Three books by British comedians. Enjoyed the Bridget Christie book as much as you can enjoy a book about FGM. The Sara Pascoe book is possibly the most important book I've read this year. So when Robert Webb's book was being touted as a manifesto in a similar vein I snapped that up. It's not, it's just self-indulgent ramblings. You should read the other two though.

A book that has been made into a film:
The Lost City of Z - David Grann
I've not seen the film - although it is supposed to be ace. But enjoyed the book a lot - again I learnt a heap of stuff and again it will almost certain;y never be useful.

A book written in the twentieth century: 
Parable of the Talents - Octavia E Butler
Impressively prescient with the whole "Make America Great Again" thing - but I think I've said that before.

The Red Pony - John Steinbeck
I'm quite a fan of Steinbeck, but this was less a novel and more a collection of loosely related short stories. It was also bleak. And just not very enjoyable.

A book set in your home town or region:Want You Gone - Christopher Brookmyre
There aren't that many books set in Essex. I did try to read the Essex Serpent but I just found it boring, and when I was told it wasn't worth the effort I didn't need to be told twice. Anyway this was set in London but they take a day trip to Braintree. That's Essex enough for me. And it was a Christopher Brookmyre so it was ace. 

A book with Someone's name in the title: 
Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha - Roddy Doyle
Roddy Doyle is one of those authors that I feel like I ought to like. I'm not sure that I do.

Rosemary's Baby - Ira Levin
There was a spoiler for the final twist of the book on the front cover - how is that allowed?

A book with a number in the title:
36 Arguments for the Existence of God - Rebecca Goldstein
This is the cleverest book that I read this year. By which I mean it made me feel stupid. Barely a page went by where I din't have to look up the meaning of a word. It didn't endear me to the book...

A book with a character with your first name:
Stepford Wives - Ira Levin
Given I have a fairly standard first name, it's surprising how few characters there are with my first name - if only I'd been called Pressia or Katniss.

A recommendation:
The Lie Tree - Francis Hardinge
This has made me just want to devour Francis Hardinge's back catalogue.

The Rest of Us Just Live Here - Patrick Ness
Out-John-Green-ing John Green. Really liked this book - I really should read more of his stuff.

Down too a Sunless Sea - David Graham
A fun, apocalyptic, action book but I really didn't like the main protagonist, so it took a bit of time getting into it.

Fiend - Jon Stenson
And talking of fun apocalypses: Zombies versus meth addicts. Nice.

A book with more than 500 pages:
The Bone Clocks - David Mitchell
I drank the first three David Mitchell books right up, then sort of lost interest - not really sure why, because this was a riot.

Twilight Robbery - Francis Hardinge
My start on the Francis Hardinge back catalogue was a bit of a misstep. Not that I didn't enjoy this book, I just probably shouldn't have started with the second in a series.

A book that you read in one day:
Outliers - Malcolm Gladwell
A couple of hundred pages of stating the obvious it may be, but enjoyable enough that I smashed it in a day.

A banned book:
Ulysses - James Joyce

A book with a one word title: Shiver - Maggie Stiefvater
I just don't think werewolf fiction is for me.

A non-English book: Core of the Sun - Johana Sinisalo
Handmaid's Tale with added spice. Give it a read.

A book to improve yourself: Gut - Giulia Enders
What a peculiar treat of a book.

A Memoir:
Walden - Henry David Thoreau
So whiney.

Oranges are not the Only Fruit - Jeanette Winterson
One of those books that I thought I should read, rather than wanted to read. It was flimsier than I expected.

A book by someone younger than you: The Last One - Alexandra Oliva
Slightly flawed but I did like this a lot.

A book set somewhere that you visit this year: Kim - Rudyard Kipling
Does this get bonus points as I bought it in Shimla where a chunk of the novel is set?

A self-published book: ZA - Molly Looby
This probably should have been one of the more challenging ones, but I accidentally bought a self-published book off the back of a Waterstone's recommendation.

Award-winning book:
The Bombs that Brought us Together - Brian Conaghan
I read this right at the start of the year and don't really remember anything about it. Something about chairs and apples.

All the Light We Cannot See - Anthony Doerr
The Underground Railroad - Colson Whitehead
Two of the big books from the last couple of years. People have said enough about them that I don't need to. Both get a big fat thumbs up from me, they're not exactly feelgood fun, mind.


So that was that, 39 books and some of them biggies, not too bad a haul for a year. OH, hang on a minute in the spirit of making people read more-different books and because I'm that kind of idiot, I added another ten categories of my own (taking it to 51 for the year, tantalisingly close to the book a week mark - can I count Ulysses as two?):

A novella: The Last Day of Christmas - Christopher Brookmyre
Not sure how I missed this when it came out. I stumbled on it when i was trying to find the release date of Want You Gone.  Fortuitous that I did, seeing as it was the prequel to Want You Gone.

A graphic novel: Paper Girls - Brian K
Vaughan
Technically this is a compendium of comics rather than a graphic novel. I still don't get graphic novels: I just don't know how to read them. I think I treat them as a novel rather than a work of art. It's not that I didn't enjoy Paper Girls, it's just that when you compare it to a novel it seemed a bit disposable. Kind of like comparing an episode of a sketch show with a film.

A trilogy of novels: Leviathan, Goliath, Behemoth - Scott Westerfeld
Swash bucklers that I'm far too old for.

A book that's been made into a long-form TV show: American Gods - Neil Gaiman
I read this on a tablet and made full use of the look-up tool.  So many references to obscure gods, I could have really done with a theology A-level. Or paying attention in RE lessons at school - although I'm not certain that they taught us about Slavic gods - fairly sure I'd have remembered a Czernobog.

A book with a non-human narrator: Contagion - Teri Terry
Wasn't sure about this at first. Took a fairly big suspension of disbelief to accept that it was from the point of view of a ghost, but by the end I really enjoyed it. And then Tery Terry first-in-a-series cliffhangered me. What a bounder?

A book from a genre you've never read before: Herland - Charlotte Perkins Gilman
I have never read a utopian novel before; turns out utopian novels just aren't as interesting as dystopian because everyone's hanging out having quite a nice time, thank you very much.

A book with more than one author: Swarm - Scott Westerfeld / Margo Lanagan / Deb Biancotti
Not sure about this co-writing malarkey, but I enjoyed Zeroes and I enjoyed this. Presumably three authors means that they get churned out quicker - bring on the third in the trilogy.

A travel book: Notes from a Small Island - Bill Bryson
Always dangerous to read books about travelling as it makes my feet all itchy. Fortunately travelling to the Midlands is a whole heap easier than, erm, BIOT.

A book you judged by its cover: The Hate U Give: Angie Thomas
This was in the YA section and it really shouldn't be, just because the protagoonist is sixteen doesn't make it YA any more than Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha is a kids' book. Everyone should read this book.

A book that fits into at least five categories: The Belle Sauvage - Philip Pullman
An award-winning, male-written 500+ page recommendation from the last year. An a book that has had so much press lately that i just don't need to write about it. 

Saturday, 30 December 2017

Hashtag Still Smug

At the half way point of the year I thought this was going to be my bloggiest year on this blog but since moving back from India I seem to have slowed down a bit. Almost like going to Aldi on a Monday night just isn't something I want to write about.

Anyway 2017. That's over. The world hasn't ended - although international politics has largely looked like a particularly tasteless joke - and there hasn't been the ridiculous level of celebrity deaths that 2016 saw. So that's a good thing.

So what were my highlights? In a year where I could have joined the Century Club, when I spent more time out of the UK than in it, it only seems right to start with the travels. 

Fave country? It doesn't have the glamour of Sri Lanka or the exclusivity of Bhutan but Kyrgyzstan eases this one. It gave me exactly what I needed - a clean, green dose of sanity in the mixed-metaphor swamp of craziness that was India.

Fave new city? Well it also begins with a K - a good year for the Ks at the Pete awards. So was it the spiritual, mysticism of Kandi? The topsy-turvy, colonial hotchpotch of Kolkata? The tropical weirdness of dolphins-before-breakfast Kochi? Nah. Kingston-upon-Hull. (And linked to this my fave music of the year was Chiedu Oraka, keeping it local. Keeping it N.H.E. 0148 tooooooo.)
Fave traveller cliche? Trying to compare the Musee d'Orsay with Sigiruya is just daft, so they can share the best sight award. Did I mention I swam with manta rays? And saw Everest?

What else? Watched a fair few box sets in Pig City - the silliest was GLOW. Saw a fair few films on the large amount of flights - Hacksaw Ridge and Hidden Figures are the only two that stick out. Didn't see all that much theatre but Ferryman was the best thing I saw, although I enjoyed Labour of Love a lot and I think that last week's supercheesey crowdpleaser of A Christmas Carol may just be symbolic of the new normal...

Anyway 2017. Another rubbish year for humanity. Another pretty good year for me. Hashtag still smug.

Saturday, 23 December 2017

God Bless Us, Everyone

A tale of three plays:

Let's start with The Merry Wives of Windsor. It was a big ol' daft Shakespeare farce. Pretty silly, pretty fun. Nice idea making it a sixties juke box musical but ultimately that was... Who am I kidding? It was a terrible idea making it a sixties juke box musical. There isn't very much intersection on the rocknroll-Shakespeare Venn diagram, especially not if you throw a suburban am-dram circle into the graph.

I also saw Glengarry Glen Ross. When you see one of the big, shiny London shows with a big, shiny Hollywood star in the centre it does make you realise how spoilt you are. It also emphasises how bad the idea of staging an amateur, rocknroll shakespeare in a provincial market town is.

And then there's a Christmas Carol. Yeah, you know the story. No, it's not even a real play. But gee whizz was it feelgood. Snow, satsumas, sprouts, clapping, turkeys on ziplines - all the festive main ones. It even got my sleighbells jingling, and they don't jingle easy. I feel like it's limbered me right up for Christmas. Bring it.

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Brum, They Told Me

Had to check up on the Second City last weekend. Don't worry, it's still there (which is a tenuous description for the train service - although "still there" might be apt for the train we were due to get) and it's got its Christmas on. The Birmingham Christmas markets are insane. Peoples and Christmases everywhere.

I'm finding it a bit weird that bands I like are doing twentieth anniversary sets as standard nowadays. It means that you have a crowd of tired looking 40-somethings punctuated by grinning idiots thinking they can hit the high notes of Lava. I was one of those. Silversun were ace. Sleeper were ace. And that's me sucked into a Britpop sinkhole.

Oh and as I'm feeling strangely festive and it's the season of goodwill, let's celebrate people trying to do something nice. Go and visit Counter Culture it's above Dark Side comics under Chelmsford Viaduct. Go and get your geek on. You know you want to.

Sunday, 19 November 2017

The Hills Are Alive

Whilst I don't wholly subscribe to Eldad's ascetic ruling for counting the countries visited I do feel a bit bad counting a country when I've only been to one place, especially those bigger countries, and by bigger I don't mean size or population, I mean cultural influence.

My only experience of Austria was best part of fifteen years ago when I went to Vienna as part of an Eastern Europe trip. I spent the whole of the trip being a bit appalled at how expensive it was and spent more money in two days there than in the other two weeks. But fifteen years later and away from the grand buildings of the capital that would all be different, right?

Jeepers creepers Salzburg was expensive. It's not even the Euro exchange rate. I had the same breakfast I had last week in a swanky Parisien patisserie and it cost more than double. How comes people talk about Paris and London being expensive when these Alpine cities... Shiver.

Anyway. Salzburg is really pretty with all its cliffy views. But you knew that, right? You've seen Sound of Music. What you probably didn't know is that as soon as you leave the designated tourist zone and the year-round Christmas markets it becomes a ghost town. Absolutely silent.

All the guide things I'd read had said to make sure you see the Glockenspiel in the main square doing its thing at 6pm. I would humbly suggest not bothering. It isn't the clock in the town square in Prague. It's not even the clock in the Salar Jung Museum.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Paris When It Drizzles

I finally got to use the title. I had enough drizzly Paris to justify it. We managed some full on rain as well, but for the most part it was a not too unpleasant level of drizzly.

And finally got to the Musee d'Orsay. Crikey there's a lot of famous paintings in there. Is it because I know more paintings now than when I first went to the National or the Louvre or MoMA or is it that it just contains more famous paintings? So many famouses. And the building's not too shabby either with its Sacre-Coeur-view clocks.

Went up the Tour Montparnasse. Turns out that's a thing. And a thing with shorter queues than most of the other things. Champagne on the roof would be a thing but the drizzle had a bit of an edge to it by then so made the rooftop less romantic and more ridiculous.

Snails. Steak tartare. Red wine. Baguette. Camembert. Paris, consider your box ticked for a bit.