An Alternative To Dan Brown

Hands up anyone that’s purchased the latest Dan Brown novel, Inferno.

This kind of thing is a source of some debate amongst my friends and in our office, dividing the literary purists from those that are happy to grab a page turner to throw in the suitcase.

I’ve always been amongst the former but as I get older I’m happier to read books that I would have previously been far more snobbish about, as I think there’s a great value in the escapism offered and, much like cinema, a good book can come from any genre. Whilst it may lack credibility, popularity isn’t necessarily a mark of catering for the masses at the expense of quality.

Nevertheless, as someone looking ahead to a holiday in the coming weeks, I thought I’d suggest a number of books that I’ve recently enjoyed – and a couple that I am hugely looking forward to.

Firstly, I’ve just purchased Peter May‘s third part of his Lewis Trilogy: The Chess Men. The first two parts – The Black House and Lewis Man are both superb, so I have high hopes.

I’ve wanted to get stuck into George Smiley for a while, so I’ve gone back the the beginning and purchased Call for the Dead, the book that introduces the character.

I’ve been blasting through some David Baldacci in the last few weeks, to finish a few that I had lying about. It’s the equivalent of literary popcorn – and some are undoubtedly more engaging than others – but I’ve just finished Simple Genius and First Family. They’re OK if you want something light.

One of the books that I’ve enjoyed the most recently has been Leviathan – a Steampunk book aimed at young adults, based loosely on the facts leading up to the Great War. It’s the start of a trilogy and I have no doubt I’ll be picking up others.

Finally, I can’t recommend highly enough Gideon Defoe’s Pirates series. They seem to have attracted a few celebrity followers (Ardal O’Hanlon) and it’s easy to see why. They’re a little one dimensional by the time you reach book four (of five) but as a lighthearted summer read, they certainly hit the mark.

Oh and yes, I have bought Inferno, despite myself, having watched Angels & Demons again recently. Let’s be honest, at least it’s not 50 Shades of Grey…

New To Hitchiking

I’m new to Douglas Adams. Well sort of – I’ve read a couple of his books previously, out of sequence.

So, I have just set about reading the Hitchhiker’s Guide series from beginning to end. Consequently, it’s now hard not to see his fingerprints over many aspects of modern life, ranging from his prescience regarding technological evolution to anticipating social, cultural and commercial trends.

As Python Terry Jones points out in one of the early Forewords, I’ve come the the conclusion that the point of reading any of Adams’ books is not for the story but for his joy with language and the way he shines a spotlight on a cliché, thought or truism in a way that is at first humorous and flippant but then, on reflection, is loaded with meaning.

Indeed, I’ve never read an author that is so completely disarming.

Strangely, I wouldn’t say that I particularly enjoyed the experience of reading The Hitchiker’s books – the narratives are disjointed and I’ve often found myself wondering if I’ve missed huge sections. But nearing the end of the fifth book in the series, I can see that a linear structure is really not the point. More that the narrative is a loosely constructed and held together vehicle for his various insights.

I guess I often judge a book in terms of whether it’s something I’d recommend if asked. Put it this way, it’s one of those books that I’m glad I have read and suspect that should be read by most people – but it isn’t something that’s necessarily for everyone.

If you can get past the hurdles though, the combination of silliness and frippery with substance and foresight seems in itself to be an allegorical statement about his basic subject matter, i.e. the meaning of life.

Now, can someone please explain why, despite having more than a hundred unread books on my e-reader, I still feel the urge to buy and read Chuck Palahniuk‘s Fight Club?

Next Year, More Of The Same Would Be Just Fine…

2012 has clearly been an epic year to be British. I’m not someone who feels national pride under most circumstances – with the possible exception of rugby matches, and then I’m more confused about my heritage than anything else – but the combination of the jubilee and the phenomenal success of the Olympics has made it a great year to enjoy and remember.

For myself, I have had a huge year, both personally and professionally. I managed to make my new year resolution of gym attendance stick throughout the year – to such an extent that it has, at times, been a real challenge to balance exercise with work and life. At the risk of sounding irritatingly virtuous, despite my usual December lapses and indulgences, this year has been markedly different – with five visits to the gym this week alone, making the run up to Christmas considerably healthier than usual.

Professionally, things have moved on to another level. Whilst I’m always keen to ensure that we harbour no delusions of grandeur, the team now consists of 26 people and we have been working with a huge range of brands and businesses – including several global household names, including Sony and a major financial institution that I can’t name – on a variety of projects that is far more diverse than we may have imagined just a few years ago.

I’ve managed to keep reading throughout the year, which feels like a point of pride as it’s indicative of still finding some time, here and there, to be able to find a few minutes for myself.

Next year? I struggle to make plans as the one certain factor is that the year will undoubtedly evolve in a way that’s unexpected. However, I am well aware of fortunate it makes me to be able to say that I’d be delighted to end next year the same way that we’ve ended this one, which speaks volumes about 2012.

An Early Start

So, it’s that time of year again and after a brief hiatus in 2011, I’ve thrown down the gauntlet to my colleagues to join me in having a crack at Movember, in aid of Prostate Cancer, obviously.

I have been sporting about ten days or so of beard until this morning and so decided to have a trial run with some alternatives to the handlebar – to see if I can improve on previous attempts. In short, if there was an event called Mocktober, I would have won hands down. It wasn’t what you might call “successful” and consequently I am clean shaven again, as is a must for the official start of Nov 1st.

Consequently, some things have become clear:

  • I don’t suit a moustache on it’s own – supporting facial hair is required (Tom Selleck, Burt Reynolds and Sam Neill are clearly princes amongst men for being able to rock that look unaided).
  • My wife has a thing for Jason Lee and the drummer from the Killers. NB – it has to be said that there’s an uncanny resemblance:

Still, there’s much fun to be had. Apologies for the naked Ron Jeremy picture but I just had to post this article (10 Moustache Styles That Must Be Stopped) and this great vid…

The Cupboards Aren’t Bare

So there I was, congratulating myself for not having spent any money for three or four days – until it occurred to me that although I hadn’t spent any cash money, I had downloaded a TV series to my tablet, rented an HD film to my laptop (which I then played via the TV), downloaded a multimedia children’s book, again for a tablet and, finally, about four or five books and short stories to various devices.

So, in other words, I had actually spent about £40-£50 on digital media in about a 72 hour period, seemingly without noticing.

Similarly, I’ve been battering Spotify for many months now. Having first joined way back when the service first came to the UK in 2009, I started buying the Premium service about a year ago and, for the first time in my life, have consequently entirely stopped buying music as physical media. Effectively the combination of ready availability and increasingly decent wifi coverage makes this an ideal phone app – and easily the one I turn to far more than any other, even Facebook.

Also, despite having hundreds of DVDs and blu-rays, my purchasing habits there seems to have slowed right down too. The aforementioned TV series purchased was a special offer of The Thick of It, which I already owned on DVD aside from series 3. The fact I was a) willing to pay again and b) motivated by having a decent quality digital copy rather than a port from DVD – which is shaky at best, legalities aside – demonstrates a fairly tangible shift.

Thinking about it, this constant change in what is the preferred media is a long term issue, which lends itself to countless re-purchasing of the same content. Although this move to physical media-free content is the latest shift, the trend is hardly something new – I recall owning about three copies of the original Star Wars films, firstly on video, then special edition and finally DVD, before the recent blu-ray versions even came out.

Still, I must confess that although I’m happy to lose the box for music and movies, the same can’t be said for books. I admit I’m starting to read more via the Kindle and Google Play apps on various devices – but whereas I’d be fairly happy to see my CD and DVD shelves empty, provided I had access to the content, I just can’t imagine a world with no books (although it could arguably be somewhat improved by a major reduction in CDs, DVDs and the associated packaging).

If nothing else, I reckon it has to be a good idea to give the eyes a rest, away from a screen for a couple of hours each day.

Flags or No Flags?

I thought it was really interesting to see that the typical ubiquity of St George’s Cross and Union Jack flags, which tends to coincide with major sporting events, has not been a significant part of the last few weeks. It got me thinking about both the nature of national pride – a tricky subject under any circumstances – and what is different between the World Cup, the European Cup and, frankly, any other major sporting event.

I’ve never seen such an outpouring of patriotism amongst my friends than the last few weeks. I was one of about 20 mates that watched Mo Farah cross the finish line of the 5,000 meter final, with every single one of us, ranging from 18 months to about 50, putting Denise Lewis to shame in terms of our ability to bounce around the front room in excitement. Yet flags, whether perched on cars or draped from windows, and the paraphernalia from the Euro and other Football events just weren’t on show, at least in my part of the world.

It’s probably fair to assume that a slightly different average demographic watches each type of sporting events, with many football fans disinterested in athletics and vice versa – but is it really as simple as that? And if so, why?

I had a strongly worded but friendly debate with a couple of friends about the nature of patriotism on the night of Mo’s second victory. To be honest, I just don’t get it. Tribal associations – such as getting behind a rugby team, whether it’s local, regional, national or indeed across several countries (such as the Lions) – I understand in a sporting context. But when asked, why do some people say English and some British? Indeed some of my friends said they were from the county of birth and others, the town or city they lived in. Why then the importance and association of the country, which is only one of many potential geographic criteria to choose from?

It’s an interesting subject to me because I’m Welsh (and therefore often the subject of appropriate gags) but my family moved to England almost thirty years ago, so I have been here three times as long as I lived in South Wales. I’m not English, nor do I feel English – but the time that I’m most confused about my feelings on the matter are when England and Wales play rugby. I would usually support England over Wales – although I’m never quite sure why and it’s pretty tough to call.

So, this results in me rejecting the idea of patriotism on a personal level, not least because the border around the area that dictates where one is supposed to feel patriotic about just feels arbitrary and irrelevant with regards to this emotional response.

I don’t pretend to have the answer but the issue of nationalistic pride raises so many questions for me – and I’m just not sure that it makes any sense the deeper one digs in to the concept.

Before Watchmen

I’ve bought and read the first three of the seven mini-series offering prequel arcs to Watchmen. Anyone that’s ever read comics will probably have heard of, if not read Watchmen. Along with a handful of others, this comic is rightfully considered to be one which resulted in the genre being taken more seriously as an art form, despite it’s childish roots.

There’s little point in me extolling the virtues of the original. If you like comics and haven’t read it, then clearly it’s got to be on your required reading list. If, like most people, comics are something that kids (and overgrown kids) read, then I would urge you to take a look. If you still don’t like it, then fair enough – but several sceptics that I know have been converted having read this amazing work.

Alan Moore, author of Watchmen and cited by many (including friend and protégé Neil Gaiman) as being a bona-fide genius has a unique capacity with characterisation. Of the six main characters from the original 12-part series, at least two beg to have more stories written about them and are undoubtedly cult figures. Another two are interesting and would be lead characters in most other contexts. The final two are, for me, not quite so interesting. The new mini-series are attempts to tell the back story of each character, with an additional series based on telling an even earlier story that provides the context for it all.

Comic fans are notoriously geeky and vocal. So, it’s unsurprising that this activity has resulted in nothing short of an outcry from many, who say that the original is of such weight, scope and relative importance that it just should not be touched. However the financial pull and storytelling potential from the characters has proved too much for DC Comics and hence these new series are being published.

Alan Moore, who has famously pulled his name off several projects that he deemed to diminish the source material – including both the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Watchmen films – is of course on the record as saying that the whole thing is a debacle and only being undertaken for financial reasons. Plus it’s worth noting that Watchmen (along with V for Vendetta, The Dark Knight Returns etc) was originally published at a time when rights were all publisher owned – and there was a big shift in the 90s towards creator ownership, either in whole or in part.

He does have a point too in terms of creative integrity. Anyone reading the short story The Courtyard will attest to the fact that Moore can deliver a huge story in a very short space (indeed, a point which Garth Ennis makes in the book’s Foreword, saying “where just about anyone else would strip-mine a concept like this to death, what does he devote to it? Forty-eight pages, no more.”).

In my opinion Watchmen is simply a larger version of this – with the characters, settings and narrative developed to such a point that the backstory, future implications and side events are all left unsaid, to the benefit of the main narrative.

Nevertheless, knowing that I’m probably not going to like what I find, I have purchased the first three issues of the first three mini-series, which have been published consecutively over the last few weeks. Here are my thoughts:

Minutemen – This was always going the be a scene setter. The art is intended to invoke feelings of the golden age of comics. What Moore did brilliantly was to refer to this loosely and in a throwaway context. I’m not sure this one hangs together as a mini-series. So, I was underwhelmed.

Silk Spectre – The first of the non-characters. I would say this is written well but just not a story that needs to be told. There is so much around the character’s relationships in the original, it’s just not necessary to see her earlier. Unsurprisingly, the story focusses on a relationship – a teen crush – and her chaotic relationship with a pushy mother. In any other context, I would not have enjoyed this context. As it is, I’m still pretty sure I didn’t enjoy it, I’m just going to keep an open mind for a little longer.

Comedian – The first of the really engaging characters. The story is interesting – and written by one of the best authors working in comics today, Brian Azzarello of 100 Bullets and Joker – but again, I’m really not too sure it’s adding much so far. It was easily the best of the three though.

So, next up, another third tier character and then the final three, all of which are interesting. Rorschach, the psycho, is easily the fan favourite and it’s got a great writer/artist pairing so that will be interesting.

One thing is certain, whilst it’s no Dave Gibbons, DC has done a fine job of evoking the original with the cover art. Despite strongly suspecting that I won’t like what I see, I’m finding it hard to say no to those covers…

Four Thousand Pages and Six Months Later…

…I’ve finally finished book seven of Stephen King’s amazing sequence of books, the Dark Tower.

Recommended, very strongly, by a friend who couldn’t believe that I hadn’t read them, this is easily the longest story I’ve ever read. Honestly, it’s a little too self aware and pompous in parts (with King introducing himself as a pivotal character for example) and some of the vocabulary that the author has devised for this story grating at times – but there are long passages that are truly engaging and brilliant. And, although I’ve yet to read the just-published interlude, that sits between books four and five, as with the best books, the pleasure at having finished is inevitably followed by a sense of loss.

Roland, The Rose & The Dark Tower

To be honest, given the size of the thing, that has really surprised me – I found book six and the early passage of book seven heavy going, possibly just because I had fatigue with the series. But as the Gunslinger character draws towards the end of his journey to the center of all things, the last book markedly improves. The text remains dense but, possibly spurred on by the end being in sight, the final 700 page book (that could have taken six months to read alone in other circumstances) whipped past pretty quickly in the end.

I wont spoil the plot for anyone that has either yet to read it or yet to finish but suffice to say that the build up of suspense did suggest itself as the point of the series, rather than it being the conclusion.

I think the most impressive element of the achievement is not that these books manage to unify characters, places and actions from many of Stephen King’s many other works – but that he wrote the seven books over a 34 year span, beginning when he was a teenager. Hence, in preludes, afterwords and other articles, he really refers to the characters and storyline as entities that he’s lived with for a huge proportion of his life – and as though they genuinely exist outside of the author’s imagination and writing.

With apparently 40m copies sold across 30 countries, quite a bit has been written about these books – from Stephen King considering rewriting them all, possibly removing himself (suggesting his unease at this device), to the ongoing saga of filming the unfilmable and the interconnectivity of many references in these and other King books. There’s also a Discordia game based on the official Dark Tower site.

The best news for me is that I can now turn to the comics – written by Peter David and drawn by Jae Lee – which I have held off doing to avoid plot elements of the novels until now.

Ben Howard & Surfers Against Sewage

I saw this yesterday and had to share it.

Surfers Against Sewage (SAS) is a great organisation; an “environmental campaign group with a mission to rid the UK coastline of Sewage”.

In doing some research about the Bestival line up later this year, I found this video of Ben Howard’s “The Wolves” overlaid against some amazing footage of surfers riding UK barrels, as a promo for SAS. Admittedly it’s a lot less showy than the big American/Indonesian/Pacific Island breaks that are typically associated with barrel riding – but, for the UK, these are some great waves. I love the track too, which complements it perfectly.

I must have watched this video about six times already since stumbling across it…

UPDATE – Just seen this too: Garrett McNamara has just been recognised as having ridden the biggest wave ever seen on film (78ft), last November, in Nazare, Portugal, from a tow-in. On first watching, my heart was in my mouth when the whitewater hits him.

Photek

I’ve been a huge fan of Photek (Rupert Parkes) since his first Form & Function EPs back in the early to mid 90s – nearly 20 years ago. He creates thoughtful, electronic music which you can listen to again and again – not least late at night, in the dark, with a pair of decent headphones.

I just stumbled across his new DJ Kicks album this weekend – even though it’s off piste in comparison to all of his previous work that I’m more familiar with – from tracks on the first 6 EPs such as Water Margin or the later Hidden Camera and Modus Operandi - and indicative of his move into the world of DubStep, it’s striking for a long time fan to see how he’s blended his approach to intricate D&B into this new genre.

The album is well worth checking out – his exclusive tracks Levitation and Fountainhead are two of several high points for me. Full tracklisting here (along with an article explaining some of the reasons for his change in direction) and there’s a great interview with him, featuring a top story about how he managed to chance his way through every DJ’s worst nightmare…

NB – you can buy it on Amazon UK, iTunes or directly from DJ Kicks publisher K7. Or you can listen on Spotify.

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