Non-fiction

Twenty Chickens for a Saddle – Robyn Scott
Since I finished Beadle the Bard during the flight to Oslo for a course and I hadn’t brought another book (I wasn’t expecting any reading time, actually), I swooped down on the non-fiction shelves at Tanum at OSL, and managed to pick this up and pay for it and still run to catch an earlier flight that my colleague had just realised we were in time for. (Yay for run-on sentences!) I don’t normally pay much attention to the blurbs on the cover of books, but in this case they had me even before I’d read the book’s title. The top of the cover reads: «A wonderful memoir of an exotic childhood. – Alexander McCall Smith». Sold! And he’s right, too. Robyn Scott grew up in Botswana with an, uhm, excentric collection of relatives and the book is full of wonderful detail and hilarious anecdotes, as well as some more serious topics, amongst them perfectly heartbreaking illumination of the emergence of HIV/AIDS in Botswana. One for your mnt tbr, dear reader.

Martha Jane & Me: A girlhood in Wales – Mavis Nicholson
I’ve never seen Mavis Nicholson on tv, as far as I know, and certainly had no idea who she was when I picked up this book second-hand on one of our pilgrimages to Britain. But then, this book does not really demand any prior knowledge of the writer, and though if you were a fan you’d find it an interesting read, I found it interesting enough in its own right. I’m not really a great one for biographies and memoirs as such, I’m not all that interested in how a great man or woman became great. What I am interested in is stories. That they happen to be non-fiction is fine with me, were they all fiction that would be fine, too.

Books read 2008

  • Sahara – Michael Palin
  • The Unbearable Lightness of Scones – Alexander McCall Smith
  • The Tales of Beadle the Bard – J. K. Rowling
  • Freedom’s Landing- Anne McCaffrey
  • Nød – Are Kalvø
  • The Queen of Subtleties -Suzannah Dunn
  • Never Let Me Go – Kazuo Ishiguro
  • The Secret Life of a Slummy Mummy – Fiona Neill
  • Den lille stygge sjokoladeboka – Simen Sætre
  • Ut å stjæle hester – Per Petterson
  • Police at the Funeral – Margery Allingham
  • Portnoy’s Complaint – Philip Roth
  • The Chronicles of Prydain – Lloyd Alexander
  • Sputnik Sweetheart – Haruki Murakami
  • Under the Duvet – Marian Keyes
  • Angels – Marian Keyes
  • The Other Side of the Story – Marian Keyes
  • The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox – Maggie O’Farrell
  • The Tale of Desperaux – Di Colofello
  • Small Wars Permitting – Christina Lamb
  • The Bafut Beagles – Gerald Durrell
  • Fillets of Plaice – Gerald Durrell
  • The Stationary Ark – Gerald Durrell
  • A Zoo in my Luggage – Gerald Durrell
  • Catch me a Colobus – Gerald Durrell
  • The Dunken Forest – Gerald Durrell
  • Himself and Other Animals – David Hughes (biography)
  • The Book of Lost Things – John Connolly
  • Anybody Out There? – Marian Keyes
  • Under the Duvet – Marian Keyes
  • Downsize This – Michael Moore
  • Slam – Nick Hornby
  • American Gods – Neil Gaiman
  • A Ramble Round the Globe – Tommy Dewar
  • The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid – Bill Bryson
  • The Undomestic Godess – Sofie Kinsella
  • Hoggerne – Roy Jacobsen
  • Harlequin Valentine – Neil Gaiman & John Bolton
  • In a Glass Darkly – Sheridan Le Fanu
  • Stiff – Shane Maloney
  • Perdita: The Life of Mary Robinson – Paula Byrne
  • The Tea Rose – Jennifer Donnelly
  • The Black Magician Trilogy – Trudi Cavanagh
  • Renegade’s Magic – Robin Hobb
  • Forest Mage – Robin Hobb
  • Shaman’s Crossing – Robin Hobb

All autumn

I have been slacking. In my reading, yes, but obviously even more so in my blogging. Anyway, here is a – I believe – complete list of what’s been «going down»:

Sahara – Michael Palin
Pretty good. Informative, evocative, serious and occasionally laugh-out-loud-funny. Reminded me that I need to get hold of the follow-up to Travels with a Tangerine.

The Unbearable Lightness of Scones – Alexander McCall Smith
Quite delightful, as always.

Freedom’s Landing – Anne McCaffrey
As mentioned here, I got rather annoyed with McCaffrey for using «specimen» for «species» (twice!) and for including a couple of prejudiced, half-witted so-and-sos in order to introduce some conflict. I realise the second gripe is unfair, a conflictless book would, after all, be pretty boring, and so I put that down to my ongoing disagreement with Fiction in general. I rather enjoyed most of the book, and am looking forward to reading the sequel when Fiction and I are reconciled in the hopefully not too distant future.

Nød – Are Kalvø
In truth I only read about 50 pages, then started skimming and then I read the last few pages. I don’t know if it’s Kalvø or me, but it all seemed pretty pointless and tiresome.

Which brings the total tally this year to 45, methinks, and unless I am to fall short of the rather wimpy goal of one-book-a-week (oh, horror) I really need to get in some serious reading time over the holidays. We’ll see.

Baby Einsteins’ Former og farger (Shapes and colours) – a review, with some observations on the concept in general thrown in

Oh, the horrors you have to suffer through as a parent! Not only does the word «worry» take on a whole new meaning (I still check on the lass to see if she’s still breathing. She’s pushing two, now. Quite possibly I’ll still be doing it when she pushes eighteen), you are subjected to the strangest products designed to entertain your child. Unfortunately, mum and dad are still the child’s favourite toy, and so no matter how exciting a product may be you still tend to end up taking part in whatever activity it involves.

When it comes to books, you’d think I wouldn’t mind. Well, I do and don’t. I like reading with the lass, but like all toddlers she prefers to read the same books over and over and over, and though I reread books all the time, I tend to leave a little more than an hour between readings. I therefore attempt to achieve a nice mixture between reading the same books over and over again and discovering new ones. To that end we visited the library a few weeks ago. One of the books we took home was Baby Einsteins’ Former og farger (literally: Shapes and colours). The lass liked the illustrations. So far so good. Mum has some problems with it, though.

Former og farger

First: Shapes AND colours? Ok, so the shapes are very colourful and I can name them when reading, however the only actual mention of colour in the whole book is in relation to triangles when the goat says his horns are triangular and yellow. So colours? Not so much. The English version of the book seems to be called See and Spy Shapes, so that deals with part of the problem (i.e. the Norwegian editors committed a SNAFU). To continue in the gripy vein, though, why «See» AND «Spy»? Aren’t they synonyms in this context? Well, ok, children like repetition, I grant you, so we’ll move quietly on…

Gule horn

Second: Shapes. Another blooper – I assume – from the Norwegian editors. «Square» is translated «firkant». Not wrong, as such, just very imprecise. Firkant means, literally «four sides», i.e. it can refer to any quadrilateral. The correct translation, geometrically, for square, is «kvadrat». Had the squares been the only quadrilaterals in the book I might not have given it a second thought, but rectangles and diamonds are also given a mention. The fact that most Norwegians use firkant to mean square matters to me not one jot, it is still not the correct term.

Third: Shapes. Again. Stars, this time. I do not dispute that that is how we generally represent a star and that that shape is called star, but is it necessary to teach kids that that is what the stars in the night sky look like? Because, duh, they don’t.

Stjerner

Yes, I’m splitting hairs. I wouldn’t mind (much)  if this was any old children’s board book. But by taking the name Einstein the company is asking for it. I don’t particularly want the lass to be the next Einstein, Curie, Fert or Grünberg, but I do try to avoid teaching her things that she will have to unlearn later.

We’ve handed the book back to the library, now, and I don’t think we’ll be buying a copy.

And on the subject of Einsteins, Little Einsteins is shown here at «barne-tv», the children’s hour on the state channel. I have several other gripes when it comes to that show, but they also contain these stupid, well, they can hardly be called mistakes, really, so lets call them unsound premises. The most recent example came just the other day when the gang were helping a pet called «Melody» find its ticket for the pet train. They stumble into Monets garden at some point and Melody ends up out in the lake, walking on the waterlily leaves. The gang need to rescue her, and do so with the help (or not) of the viewers by conducting Melody’s melody making her (him?) jump from leaf to leaf. Fine, you say? Well, yes, except the melody needs to be conducted quickly or slowly depending on how fast the leaves are moving up and down the lake. Anything strike you as odd in that scenario?

Of course it’s not the end of the world, but it’s so unneccesary. Especially in a show that purports to teach the kids things. Fine, so the kids may recognise Monets waterlilies next time they see them (though somehow I doubt it), but couldn’t they try to not in the process teach the kids things that are pure nonsense?

Lions’ sale, doctors office

31 Dream Street – Lisa Jewel
The Tiger in the Smoke – Margery Allingham
Cargo of Eagles – Margery Allingham
The China Governess – Margery Allingham

Very happy about the Allinghams, after getting Police at the Funeral for my Birthday  I’ve been wanting more. The Jewel I thought would make a good candidate for holiday reading, for leaving behind once I’ve done with it. Off to register it at bookcrossing, therefore.

Various jumble sales

The Colour of Magic – Terry Pratchett
Trash Bazooka, en helt blir til – Frank Miguel Wedding/Jon Ewo (illustrert av Frode Øverli)
Ina og Ingolf – Annik Saxegaard (denne har jeg fra før, men jeg kjøper av prinsipp alle Ina-bøker jeg kommer over)

The Queen of Subtleties – Suzannah Dunn

The Queen of Subtleties by Suzannah Dunn was found in a big basket of paperbacks in English in a charity shop in June. It happened to be on the top of a precarious pile on our office chair when I was in need of a new book to start reading, and so it got read.

I find I’ve been almost topical, what with the new Boleyn sisters film coming out in theatres over here just at this time. I’m not all that fascinated with the Boleyns as such, but I found this book intriguing mostly because of the other main protagonist, Lucy Cornwallis, the king’s confectioneer. Her story fascinated me, however, in that respect the novel is rather more disappointing than not, since there is less substance than I could have wished. I am asking too much, I suppose, as Dunn herself says nothing is known of Lucy Cornwallis except she is the only woman in an otherwise male-dominated household, and so any further details there might have been about how she ended up in such a position (which is mostly what intrigues me) would be pure speculation on Dunn’s part anyway, and I might as well speculate on my own. Still, quite a charming little book and it certainly left me wanting to read more about this period (just not another Anne Boleyn biography, not just yet, anyway). One of Dunn’s sources, Simon Thurley’s Henry Viii’s Kitchens at Hampton Court, goes straight onto my Mt TBR.

Never Let Me Go – Kazuo Ishiguro

I found Never Let Me Go in a basket full of paperbacks at Fretex in Ullevålsveien and thought «Surely that’s one of the 1001 books? Well, even if not it’s probably worth 10 kroner.» It was. Both.

Having seen the film Remains of the Day with Emma Thompson and Anthony Hopkins, based on Ishiguro’s novel by the same name, I guess I was expecting a similar sort of plot. You know, English realism or whatever one should call it. That is hardly how you’d describe Never Let Me Go, though. It’s another kettle of fish entirely. Very English, yes, and set in an England of sorts, but in a parallell universe (thanks be). It is going to be hard to say much about it, as if you are going to read it – and you really should – you should be allowed to unfold the premises of the setting with no spoilers from me (or anyone else). In fact, go read it now, then come back and read the rest of this post. I will try not to give too much away, but I cannot promise to succeed if I am to say anything at all meaningful.

Beautifully written, Never Let Me Go captured my attention in a way no contemporary novel has done for oh such a long time. Very, very hard to put down.

For me, Ishiguro’s greatest triumph is making Kathy, the narrator, so very loveable and human while also, somehow, subtly «other». Whether nature or nurture is the cause, one can only guess. Very sneaky (Ishiguro’s achievement, that is) in a good way.

As it is, the novel is a chilling argument, one might almost say body of evidence, in the (still) current debate.

Still reading this post? Go read the novel. I will say no more.

The Secret Life of a Slummy Mummy – Fiona Neill

The Secret Life of a Slummy Mummy by Fiona Neill turned out to be rather different from what I expected (though I’d be hard put to pinpoint what I expected, so don’t ask), but very engaging, quite charming in it’s way and a bit of a pageturner, really. Not really laugh-out-loud funny, it has its moments, the style is approprately light without being too fluffy, it’s free from cringe-inducing lingustical fudging and I was even quite happy with the plotline and most importantly: How the story ended. A pretty good read, all in all.

Den lille stygge sjokoladeboka – Simen Sætre

Jeg var litt tvilende til om jeg turte lese denne boka, faktisk. Ignorance is bliss og så videre. Vel, det viste seg at den forsåvidt ikke inneholdt så mye nytt. Jeg følte faktisk at de negative sidene ved sjokoladeproduksjon kunne vært utdypet og illustrert enda bedre. Flere sitater og historier fra kakaoplantasjearbeiderne – både de som er de facto slaver og de som har valgt jobben «frivillig». Fokus på sukkerproduksjon og all utbyttingen og utnyttingen som foregår der kunne kanskje også vært nevnt – det meste av sjokolade som selges i Norge inneholder tross alt en ganske stor andel sukker.

Allikevel, har du ikke lest side opp og side ned om slavearbeid og grunnene til at du bør handle Fair Trade om du kan bør du nok lese denne boka. Har du allerede lest side opp og side ned kan du godt lese boka allikevel, for den er såpass kort at det ikke er allverdens investering av tid, og noe nytt lærer du nok (det gjorde jeg, tross alt). Og den var vel med på å dytte meg over i et standpunkt jeg allikevel var i ferd med å ta, at sjokoladeinnkjøpene heretter bør være Fair Trade i enda større grad de også (kaffe, sukker, ris og bananer er nesten utelukkende det allerede, og vi jobber med andre produkter). Men jeg kommer nok til å kjøpe Freia melkesjokolade også i fremtiden, bare kanskje ikke så ofte. Problemet er nemlig at der Fair Trade kaffen, for eksempel, smaker like bra eller bedre enn alternativene er det ingen annen sjokolade som smaker som Freia melkesjokolade og dermed er det lite poeng i å proppe i seg lassevis med Fair Trade sjokolade i et forsøk på å tilfredstille behovet når det melder seg.

Hvis noen har funnet Fair Trade melkesjokolade som faktisk smaker godt tar jeg gjerne mot tips (når det gjelder mørk sjokolade er vi nemlig også nesten utelukkende på Fair Trade, men jeg sliter med melkesjokoladen).