Saturday, 10 April 2021

Stillicide by Cynan Jones

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With the same sparse style, dark yet jewel like, familiar from previous works Cynan leaves much space for the reader to do some imaginative work.


This time the setting is a dystopian near future, in which water has become a commodity of scarcity around which live has to revolve, but it is a story of human encounter. Ordinary human misery transcends the context in which it is placed.


Each chapter is an episode that could stand alone, product of its origin on the radio, and you have to fit them together unclear about the chronological relationship – in particular between the opening and closing chapters. Amidst the shadows are you putting two and two together and getting five? You can not be a passive reader, you have to read closely, and in a certain way you have to make the story for yourself.

Hidden Iceland (The Darkness, The Island, and The Mist) by Ragnar Jónasson

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This is the first of the Trilogy although it main story is chronologically the most recent – however even within this book there is a layering of past and present – things hinted at, revealed and then corrected as more unfolds. There is a multi-generational character to the pain that is core to the narrative.


It is a thriller, and fairly light reading, I rattled through the 300+ pages in a couple of evenings – midway through I was rather uninspired - the lonely cop taken off the case on the eve of retirement was perhaps one cliché too many piled on - but then something shifted and drew me onto the conclusion – so rather than giving up I have now got the other 2 books from the library. 

 

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Once again the narrative is driven by the revelation of secrets long held, piling the layers like an onion skin, but I didn’t find the same intensity of connection as in the first book – in part because the shadows in Hulda’s own past referred to here had been explained before. 

 

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During the first third of the book tension builds, to some extent, but it seems to slip away, and as the explanation of the events unfolds I found myself reading with no real interest or engagement in the characters.

Hulda’s narrative felt particularly lacklustre in this outing – we knew from the earlier books exactly what happened to her at Christmas 1987, and how that moment of tragedy shaped the rest of her life, there was nothing new said about it.

Also the chronology is bound by only a few months, and this narrowing compared with the Darkness is part of why this feels a much more limited and unambitious offering. 

On p271 of my library copy a previous reader had circled the word "mist" - while snow storms and winter darkness feature heavily, this is the only time "The Mist" of the title appears - I am not sure if that is a consequence of translation?




Who will I be when I die? By Christine Bryden

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Dementia and Alzheimer’s cast a particular spectre of fear – the stripping away of personhood somehow more difficult to face that those conditions that we perceive as purely a physical aliment.


Christine sharing of her own experience is therefore powerful, and the challenge of drawing out that this is not simply a fact of life associated with ageing is important.


Some of the ways in which social life becomes restricted – that in order to manage energy she had to refuse “invitations to noisy restaurants, and big groups of people, sticking to smaller places, quieter nights, and just a few friends” - points to a need for some deeper thought around how we create dementia friendly settings.


It is good that Christine also shares the role of her faith in her response to her condition, even if some of the ways she framed that were not ones that spoke to me personally.

Authority and Delinquency by Alex Comfort

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First published in 1950, I was reading the lightly revised 1970 edition, and yet in many placed Comfort seemed to be speak very much of the contemporary era not an age 70 years past.


Comfort see “the persuasive, who replaces impact by the power of ‘selling himself’, is a conspicuous feature of democratic political life.” and Trump would seem to be a clear example of this dynamic at work.


He notes that “… governments seem to control the expert advice they receive, and ensure that it coincides with predetermined policy, far more by selecting advisers known to be like-minded than by attempting to bribe or coerce...” does this ring bells of requests for alternative facts? It always reminds us that “being guided by the science” is never as straightforward a process as we are encouraged to think.


On the potential for reform of society, and government, “the temptation is to hang on a little longer… implementation is something to be put off until ‘after the final victory’ or ‘after the end of the emergency’. Cultures which gravitate into a chronic emergency can postpone them indefinitely. The time for revolution is never ripe.” And so the “war on terror” was useful to some, as it was open ended, and therefore not only essentially unwinnable but also endlessly ready to be deployed as a justification to defer attention away from any particular domestic ills.


He also reflects on the move towards nuclear capability “…for while no sane tyrant will look with favour on a plan to end human history, the modern politician may do so – he needs a threat of this calibre to satisfy his own sense of importance and to enable him to compete with Superman and space fiction, but at the same time the tin soldiers and the imaginary bombs from which he derives such profound satisfaction in fantasy are being translated into real weapons by a minority of technicians who are uninterested in, or fail to recognize, the instability of the finger on the trigger.”


It can all feel a bit depressing, but maybe to end with a more hopeful quote “The dangers to humanity are, as always, grave; but at no time has man [sic] been better placed to deal with them. The true defence is not to turn back to anything but to turn forward – not less knowledge and freedom but more.”

New Year’s Eve by Annie Muir

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The pamphlet is published by Broken Sleep Books, inevitably a slim volume of poems but Muir provides a good range of ideas and images with a fresh authenticity.

Dreaming of Home by Michael Mitton

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Somehow I found this to be less than the sum of its parts.


There are two tracks within the book, alternating chapters between them.


One is an imaginative reflection on a Pharisee (Reuben) being challenged as he listens to Jesus tell the parable of the prodigal Son, and ending in a family reunion of his own. It was fairly predictable but not a bad way of giving a different way to open up the message of the parable.


The other uses the metaphor of “Home” as a way of exploring mission, and how the sense of belonging that we might associate with “Home” is something we should offer people within Church.


Maybe it was reading this towards the end of the third COVID lockdown in England with the significant moving of goal posts on our relationship with “Home”, as we have worked from Home, churched from Home, and generally everything-ed from Home that it was just the wrong moment to deploy the metaphor, I am perhaps a little tired of being at Home right now?

The Forward Book of Poetry 2012

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I put tabs on the following poems


At Stafford Services by Wendy Cope

At the Garnenia’s Entrance by Fawzi Karim

‘… Lay The Down’ by Tim Liardet

High-speed Bird by Les Murray

Looking Back by Anna Woodford