Dude, Where’s My Country?

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I snuck a reread of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in between here, so don’t go thinking I’ve come over all serious and such and have vowed to never read fiction again. Actually, come to think of it, the whole of HP, and especially OotP, is scaringly appropriate in relation to current world politics.

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Dude, Where’s My Country? confirmed my opinion on several issues, the least significant of which is that I really don’t think Michael Moore is particularly funny. The only things in Dude that made me laugh were quotes from right-wing nuts and then mostly in a «can you hear yourself at all?» sort of way. Other opinions I had confirmed were more along the lines of «Please, dear God, do not let Bush get ‘elected’ this time around».

Moore talks a lot of sense. Even his idea to get Oprah elected president is not as far fetched as I originally thought. I mean, I’m somewhat sick of Oprah myself, but at least she seems to be interested in making money by helping people and getting them to read books and stuff rather than by blowing them up or polluting their drinking water and so on. And that has to be an improvement. But I suppose it’s getting a little close to the election now?

Anyway. Not the best read ever, but certainly not the worst. And quite definitely not the most worthless of reads. Go buy (then read, obviously). Then go vote – whereever you are (Canada, for example, we could really do without Canada following the example of the US and voting in a Bush-clone) – and follow Moore’s suggestion and persuade other sensible (if lazy) people to come with you to vote. Thank you.

Lies (and the lying liars who tell them)

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I bought Lies (and the lying liars who tell them) – A fair and balanced look at the right mainly on the basis of its title. So I suppose Frankes does one thing right. Actually, it’s a very readable book. As opposed to Michael Moore, whom I failed to laugh much at, Frankes does make me laugh at his «victims» – though mostly in a incredulous, «how-can-anyone-get-away-with-this» (victims’ actions, not Franken’s) kind of way.

Now, this might not be the most useful book ever. It didn’t make me change my world view in any way (except, perhaps, to think «Please do not let Bush fix the election again!» a little more fervently than I did before). Most of the general ideas Franken presents aren’t news to me, however, getting more details is not a bad thing. For example: It’s pretty obvious to the rest of the world that US media does not have the «liberal bias» that the right claims, but it’s nice to get some numbers. The number of negative stories about Bush vs. the number of negative stories about Gore during the 2000 campaign, for example – with a «liberal bias» you’d think there were more of the former, wouldn’t you? Well, happy searching. And if you can have useful details and such presented in such a way that it makes you laugh, then so much the better.

Through Wolf’s Eyes

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Oops, I did it again. That is, I started reading a series before the last one is published… I picked Through Wolf’s Eyes up at Outlands (very dangerous store to walk into by the Oslo Central Station), because it looked somewhat intriguing. And it was. So I got Wolf’s Head, Wolf’s Heart and The Dragon of Despair as well, which I’ve now finished. The next book seems to be due out in hardcover in November. Why do I never learn. Oh well, luckily these aren’t so good that it will be a major heartache to have to wait (all major heartaches being currently reserved for Harry Potter and not much energy left over).

Don’t get me wrong, they’re not bad (if they were I wouldn’t have read three in quick succession, would I?). The main character, Firekeeper, has been raised by wolves and as such thinks of herself as one. I’m sure this is not a particularly original springboard for a fantasy novel, but Lindskold makes it work and I’m not complaining. In fact, one of the things that fascinated me in the first book was the conflict between the behaviour Firekeeper expects (the wolf-like) and the one people tend to display. This, naturally, gets less focus as the series continues and Firekeeper becomes more used to humans, and to a certain extent I suppose that’s why my interest vaned a bit towards the end of the third book. Which does not mean I’m not looking forward to book four. I just think I might actually be able to wait for the paperback…

Tears of the Giraffe – and so on

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During the trip to Scotland I found Tears of the Giraffe, Morality for Beautiful Girls and The Kalahari Typing School for Men on sale. Considering how much I enjoyed The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, I did not hesitate in aquiring them, and they were all finished by the time we came home. Just like No. 1 the three following books simply fly by, despite having a distinctly relaxed and unhurried feel. I don’t know how Alexander McCall Smith does it, if you figure it out, please tell me.

Notes from a Small Island

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It’s not been that long since I last read Notes from a Small Island, but I suddenly got the urge to reread and decided that it would be a good idea to do so when I could look forward to setting foot in Britain within a few weeks. Reading this sort of book at other times will just make me profoundly «homesick».

There’s not much to say that I haven’t said already. I love this book. I want Bill Bryson to go back and spend more time in Scotland. After that he could tackle larger parts of Wales. This would make me very happy indeed. As it is, I will have to be content with quoting:

Suddenly, in the space of a moment, I realised what it was that I loved about Britain – which is to say, all of it. Every last bit of it, good and bad – Marmite, village fêtes, country lanes, people saying ‘mustn’t grumble’ and ‘I’m terribly sorry but’, people apologizing to me when I conk them with a careless elbow, milk in bottles, beans on toast, haymaking in June, stinging nettles, seaside piers, Ordnance Survey maps, crumpets, hot-water bottles as a necessity, drizzly Sundays – every bit of it.

One Small Footprint

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So, One Small Footprint down, Spinning like a Peerie to go, and then I’ll be done with Molly Weir. I’m still finding it strangely compelling – that is, I’m still finding it compelling and still finding it strange that I find it compelling.

If anyone should happen to come across Molly Weir’s cookery book, I’d be very happy to take it off your hands.

Kane, Abel and the Prodigal Daughter

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So, it turned out Linda had Kane and Abel, so I didn’t need the library after all. I haven’t actually read Kane and Abel before, as such, I’ve heard it as audiobook instead. Anyway, it’s a gripping story, quite as gripping the second time around. I followed it by a reread of The Prodigal Daughter, logically enough, as it’s a sequel of sorts (though it can be read separately, I would highly recommend reading Kane and Abel first, as reading them in the «wrong» order will spoil the first for you to some extent – as the main gist of the story is repeated summarily, though from a slightly different point of view).

Mild spoilers follow…
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Travels with a Tangerine – Tim Mackintosh-Smith

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A very different sort of travelogue compared with the ones I normally read, Tim Mackintosh-Smith’s Travels with a Tangerine had me variously fascinated, spellbound and laughing out loud. The focus on a world quite foreign to me and also the temporal confusion resulting from the change, or mostly lack thereof, between Ibn Battutah’s time and ours made this a very refreshing read. As a bonus, the author has a wonderfully dry sense of humour and a gift for understatement. Quite definitely one to recommend.

Used & Rare and Slightly Chipped

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I suddenly got the urge to read some books-about-books, and so I reread Used and Rare and Slightly Chipped by Lawrence and Nancy Goldstone. One reviewer called the first book «A Year in Provence for book-collectors», which is not far off. The Goldstone’s become book collectors (as in people who buy specific editions of books rather than people who own lots of paperbacks) by accident, so to say, and the two books chronicle their initiation into this strange new world. Now, to me, of course, pretty much everything to do with books holds a fascination that will make me suffer through even the driest language. However, with the Goldstones we are spared that predicament, as the prose carries you along in the most admirable manner. If you are a beginner at the book-collecting game yourself you can learn alongside the authors, but even if you’ve been at it for a while you’re likely to learn something new – and at the very least you can have a good chuckle at mishaps and anecdotes.

First Among Equals

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I thought I might as well get on with this Archer reread, and since I’ve only read First Among Equals once before I figured it was due its turn. It’s all good. I want to read Kane and Abel next, but have discovered that I don’t own a copy. I might just check if the library can help me on this one…