Thursday, November 23, 2017

More of wot I have read…


This is the final part of an ongoing series about humans and aliens and the possibilities around their interaction. Over this series, the author has endeavoured to put forward several grand ideas and has postulated how our civilisation may evolve and the dangers we may encounter because of humanities reach into the unknown. The final book goes even further than the others, all the way to Death’s End to explore a possible conclusion (or is it?) to the story he has woven so skilfully.


‘Half a century after the Doomsday Battle, the uneasy balance of Dark Forest Deterrence keeps the Trisolaran invaders at bay.

Earth enjoys unprecedented prosperity due to the infusion of Trisolaran knowledge and, with human science advancing and the Trisolarans adopting Earth culture, it seems that the two civilizations can co-exist peacefully as equals without the terrible threat of mutually assured annihilation. But peace has made humanity complacent.

Cheng Xin, an aerospace engineer from the 21st century, awakens from hibernation in this new age. She brings knowledge of a long-forgotten program dating from the start of the Trisolar Crisis, and her presence may upset the delicate balance between two worlds. Will humanity reach for the stars or die in its cradle?’




This was a book given to me by a friend, which is the first in the Kingkiller Chronicle. As the first book in a planned trilogy, the author spends a lot of time developing the main character, explaining his origins and motivations that will guide his actions in the future. This could be a slow and drawn out process but he is a skilled writer who paints a detailed and intriguing world without giving away all its secrets, leaving you wanting more.


‘My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as "quothe." Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to. The Adem call me Maedre. Which, depending on how it's spoken, can mean The Flame, The Thunder, or The Broken Tree.

"The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple of hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

"The Thunder" I attribute to a strong baritone and a great deal of stage training at an early age.

I've never thought of "The Broken Tree" as very significant. Although in retrospect, I suppose it could be considered at least partially prophetic.

My first mentor called me E'lir because I was clever and I knew it. My first real lover called me Dulator because she liked the sound of it. I have been called Shadicar, Lightfinger, and Six-String. I have been called Kvothe the Bloodless, Kvothe the Arcane, and Kvothe Kingkiller. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them.

But I was brought up as Kvothe. My father once told me it meant "to know."

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

You may have heard of me.


So begins the tale of Kvothe—from his childhood in a troupe of traveling players, to years spent as a near-feral orphan in a crime-riddled city, to his daringly brazen yet successful bid to enter a difficult and dangerous school of magic. In these pages you will come to know Kvothe as a notorious magician, an accomplished thief, a masterful musician, and an infamous assassin. But The Name of the Wind is so much more—for the story it tells reveals the truth behind Kvothe's legend.’

Quality Time…

As part of uncle Terry’s birthday we met in London and visited the Science Museum, and in particular the Clockmakers of London exhibition (displayed in a non-ironic chronological order). Here we saw some very interesting pieces and got to appreciate the impact changing society had on timepieces and vice versa (such as global navigation and Joseph Harrisons marine clocks). We also saw a few of the many other interesting items on display while we were there (Babbage’s Difference Engine, Stephenson’s Rocket and a small part of the Wellcome Collection). We then walked through the Christmassy Covent Garden down to Rules restaurant where we had a most enjoyable luncheon. 

Countryside Crafts…

We supported our friend, Paul’s, new Hedges & Hurdles venture by participating in his two-day hedge-laying training course. A hands-on practical experience where you learn basic tool use and what types of wood to use for what purpose. The course starts with a day of preparation where you coppice raw materials, split wood and get used to the equipment. The second day you tackle the unruly hedge, cutting, shaping and laying the living plants and securing them in place with the stakes and binders made the day before. A very rewarding and informative course run by a champion hedge-layer and enthusiastic woodsman. 

Serious Fun…

A full day of table top gaming with friends where we played mostly space themed games including Pulsar 2849, Alien Artefacts, and Terraforming Mars among others. I didn’t win many but had a great time trying.

Gaming Nirvana…

Essen Spiel is where you can go to lose yourself completely in the world of (analogue) games, be they all things table-top (miniatures, card, dice, or abstract), Role Play Games (pen and paper, and Live Action Role Play) and for all levels (children games, casual players, party games and serious gamers).

As seems to be the general trend these conventions are growing in size and popularity and the games are becoming broader in appeal, attracting a wide variety of people. Essen has its fair share of sun deprived social outcasts but it does also attract a more ‘normal’ and family crowd as the Euro tradition of gaming seems to be wider spread.

Unlike the UK Games Expo and GenCon there is less emphasis on playing at the convention, it being more of a huge series of trade halls. And this means many people gather at hotels after the show day to play into the wee small hours.


We have used a small family hotel called Handelshof some distance away from the convention centre for many years now and have a friendly group of people to play with who have become good friends over time. This year several palls came in from far and wide (New Zealand, Sweden, Belgium and South Africa) and as well as gaming we managed to socialise at dinner and over drinks. One dining highlight was at the Mousetrap restaurant for pig knuckle followed by apple strudel. 

Family Gastronomy…

Uncle Tony gathered many of the family together for a tasting menu dinner at the newly opened Sorrel (by award winning chef Steve Drake) in Dorking. The food was quite sublime, though the exoticness of some of the dishes did not appeal to everyone. Also, as it was newly opened and extremely popular, we felt at times the service struggled to match the quality of the food. Something I am sure they will fix as they get up to speed. 

Autumnal Pleasures…

England in the autumn is a jolly fine place indeed. We have managed to get out and experience a bit of it at RHS Wisley where we witnessed woodland skills being performed and the spectacular colours of the trees. We also enjoyed a good harvest in the garden of fruits and vegetable (potatoes, pumpkin and squashes, raspberries and grapes). Mild temperatures have allowed us to go for few walks in our nearby countryside as well. I final flourish before we head into the long dark winter.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

A Milestone Birthday…

We recently celebrated Barbara’s 80th birthday (Sue’s Mum) with two events; a little party for the younger members of the family who were around; and a sit-down dinner for her children and their partners. She seemed to be happy to be in the middle of all this family hubbub. 

More of wot I have read…

A bit of a catch up on what I have been reading over the last few months.


The Long Cosmos by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter

This is the final book in the Long Earth series and in it we find the combined inhabitants of Long Earth come to realise that there is a more advanced civilisation out in the Long Cosmos that has focused its attention on them. It aims to pull together several of the threads introduced in earlier books, giving more background to several storylines and offering up an interesting conclusion.


‘2070-71. Nearly six decades after Step Day and in the Long Earth the new Next post-human society continues to evolve.

Joshua Valiente, now in his late sixties, wants to make one last, solo journey into the High Meggers. Only it’s an adventure that turns into a disaster. Alone and facing death, his only hope lies with a group of trolls.

As Joshua confronts his mortality, the Long Earth receives a signal from the stars. A signal picked up by radio astronomers but also in more abstract ways, by the trolls and by the Great Traversers. Its impact will be felt by all who inhabit the Long Earths.

The message is simple but its implications are enormous: JOIN US.’




This is part of an ongoing series about humans and aliens and the possibilities around their interaction. It has a different view point being from a Chinese author and this along with the complexity of some of the ‘science’ being proposed, can make it a challenging read, however the characters and overarching story are compelling and thought provoking.


‘Imagine the universe as a forest, patrolled by numberless and nameless predators. In this forest, stealth is survival – any civilisation the reveals its location is prey.

Earth has. Now the predators are coming.

Crossing light years, they will reach Earth in four centuries’ time. But the sophons, their extra-dimensional agents and saboteurs, are already here. Only the individual human mind remains immune to their influence.

This is the motivation for the Wallfacer Project, a last-ditch defence that grants four individuals almost absolute power to design secret strategies, hidden through deceit and misdirection from human and alien alike. Three of the Wallfacers are influential statesmen and scientists, but the fourth is a total unknown.

Lou Ji, an ambitious Chinese astronomer, is baffled by his new status. All he knows is that he’s the one Wallfacer the aliens want dead.’




Sue picked this book up for me when we visited Hemingway’s house in Key West. I found it a difficult read; partly I think for the ‘voice’ used to tell the reader when Spanish was being spoken; secondly, I think the slow pace of the book is a side effect of the period it was written in (we now prefer faster paced action stories in our rapid pace information age) - also I think I found the characters unsympathetic (our ideas of morality and what is acceptable also changed over time). I am not sure it stands the test of time as an enjoyable read, but has merit for the subject and for a glimpse into another time.


‘High in the pine forests of the Spanish Sierra, a guerrilla band prepares to blow up a vital bridge. Robert Jordan, a young American volunteer, has been sent to handle the dynamiting. There, in the mountains, he finds the dangers and the intense comradeship of war. And there he discovers Maria, a young woman who has escaped from Franco’s rebels.’



The Whispering Swarm by Michael Moorcock

Well this was an odd book! I am not sure if I got the joke. Was this really an autobiographical story or some sort of vehicle to explain the author’s influences? I found it a little self-indulgent and I lacked empathy with the ‘mail character’. Being unfamiliar with his other works I do not know if it is a typical Moorcock book or not. I am not sure I am tempted to find out.


‘London is just recovering from the Blitz and years of austerity. For a young man named Michael Moorcock, the future is rife with possibilities. From his time as the youngest editor in Fleet Street to the first inklings of his future career as a writer, as he picks his way through the hidden backstreets and private worlds most Londoners don’t know about, he believes hi is safe.

Until he meets a strange Carmelite monk, goes through a locked gate, and discovers a different London hidden in plain sight. A city filled with fantastical people and unbelievable stories. A society full of dangers, magic and love. A place which calls to him with a whisper only he can hear!’




This was an interesting concept but it was too strung out and esoteric for a full novel and would have been better as a short story.


‘What does love feel like beyond death?

Jane’s husband Jim has just died – or not quite. For Jim, a mild-mannered chaplin at the hospital where Jane works as a surgeon, has left his body to Polaris, a shadowy cryonics organisation that promises to do away with mortality forever. Stranded in the realm of the Living, reeling from the loss of her husband, Jane sets out to confront Polaris and to discover just where, exactly, his body is now. Meanwhile, awake in a strange new world, an afterlife of sorts, his body gone but his consciousness intact, Jim learns that the cost of eternal life is higher than he could ever have imagined.’



Son of the Morning by Mark Alder

I enjoyed the idea of this a lot even if it is not overly original. The span of the story was rather grand but it was helped with interesting characters and finely crafted nods to historical references. I enjoyed this book very much.


‘Edward the Third stands in the burned ruin of a church. Another French raid on the south coast of England. The king is beset on all sides and terribly in debt. He needs a victory against the French to rescue his Kingship. But this is a war he cannot win.

By his divine right as king, Philip of Valois can summon seven angels to fight for him. A French army that marches beneath his banner never loses.

Edward should be able to call his own angles, but they have not spoken since his father was king. Is God truly on the side of the French?

But a banker makes Edward an offer. The help of a young boy. A Luciferist who carries one of the keys to Hell. For a price, Edward could open the gates to Hell and take an unholy war to France.’
  


The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

This was a book that inspired my reading at an early age and revisiting it I think I noticed more of the cleverly crafted ideas than I would have as a boy. I would recommend this to any young person first starting to explore books, words, numbers and the often-absurd English language.


‘When Milo receives a mysterious and intriguing package through the post, all his previous feelings of boredom are banished. Having nothing better to do, he points his pedal car towards the strange land beyond the Tollbooth, and quicker than a flash he’s entered the Kingdom of Wisdom, where everything is unexpected.’




This was another book bought for me by Sue, and as a short story it is a much more accessible and enjoyable read than Fore Whom the Bell Tolls. I would recommend it for its excellent use of language to conjure up a scene and to evoke an emotional response.


‘Set in the Gulf Stream off the coast of Havana, Hemingway’s magnificent fable is the story of an old man, a young boy and a giant fish. In a perfectly crafted story, which won for Hemingway the Nobel Prize for Literature, is a unique and timeless vision of the beauty and grief of a man’s challenge to the elements in which he lives’.




Perhaps a little too clever for itself. There are some interesting ideas and a very political message that the author is trying to get a cross, but it drags at times and feels quite self-indulgent at others.


‘Damilola Karpov is a pilot. Living in Byzantion, he makes his living as a drone pilot – capable of being a cameraman who records the events unfolding in Urkaine or, with weapons aboard his drone, of making a newsworthy event happen for his employers: CINEWS, INC.

His recordings are known as S.N.U.F.F.: Special Newsreel/Universal Feature Film – an esoteric sacrament in Movism, the post-antichristian religion of Byzantion and Urkaine.’




Another interesting idea though it feels a little forced and reads a bit like a screen play rather than a novel, but nevertheless it is a fun and entertaining read.


‘Fifteen years from now, a new virus sweeps the globe. Most of those afflicted experience nothing worse than a fever and headaches. A few suffer acute meningitis, creating the largest medical crisis in history. And 1 percent find themselves ‘locked in’ – fully awake and aware, but unable to move or respond to stimulus.

It may not seem like a lot. But in the US alone that’s 1.7 million people ‘locked in’… including the President’s wife and daughter.

Spurred on by grief and the sheer magnitude of the suffering. America undertakes a massive scientific initiative. Nothing can fully restore the locked in, but two new technologies emerge to help. One is a virtual-reality environment, ‘The Agora’, where the locked in can interact with other humans. The second is the discovery that a few rare individuals have minds that are receptive to being controlled by others, allowing the locked in to occasionally use their bodies as if they were their own.

This skill is quickly regulated, licensed, bonded, and controlled. Nothing can go wrong. Certainly, nobody would be tempted to misuse it, for murder, for political power, or worse.’




I enjoyed this story, though the setup is vague and contrived, the main story line is involving and engaging even if the conclusion is a trifle unsatisfying.



‘Brendan Doyle, a specialist in the work of the early-nineteenth-century poet William Ashbless, reluctantly accepts an invitation from a millionaire to act as a guide to time-travelling tourists. But, while attending a lecture given by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in 1810, he becomes marooned in Regency London, where dark and dangerous forces know about the gates in time. Caught up in the intrigues between rival bands of beggars, pursued by Egyptian sorcerers, befriended by Coleridge, Doyle somehow survives. And learns more about the mysterious Ashbless than he could ever have imagined possible.’

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Open House…

There is an Open House scheme that has been running since 1992 that is billed as London’s largest annual festival if architecture and design with access to over 800 buildings across the weekend. Some places have limited access (such as Number 10 Downing Street and New Scotland Yard), but others are just on a first come basis.

We limited our selection to just a few each day starting on Saturday with a visit to Burlington House where we managed to get in to see the Linnean Society (where Darwin gave a talk about his theory of evolution), the royal Academy of Art, and the Chemistry and Geology Societies.

After that we went to see the Salter’sHall (one of the Livery Companies) that we had interest in as my uncle was part of the company responsible for its design in 1976.

Then we saw the old Huguenot house where the Society for the Protection of Ancient Buildings resides and to the Village Underground (several redundant Tube carriages relocated to the top of a building and reused as office space).

We spent the evening near Spittlefields Market with a few drinks in a nearby pub and a tasty Indian meal at the small and intimate Gunpowder restaurant.

Sunday saw us venture out towards Blackfriars where were blown away by the Apothecaries Hall (the oldest of the Livery Companies Halls surviving after it was rebuilt after the Great Fire). It was also very interesting to talk to some of the Freemen including the current Master and the Senior Warden.

After that we went to Lincoln Inn Fields where we visited the Garden Courts Chambers based in the first building (and only surviving of that period) to be built around the fields. It also boasted on of only three Soanes elliptical staircases left in the country.

Our final Open House visit was to the Freemason’s Hall – a grand and imposing edifice with an imposing sense of importance that was only slightly disturbed by the presence of a fashion exhibition and wildly clad fashionistas and blaring music (quite an amusing contrast).


The culmination of our weekend was a visit to Rules, the oldest restaurant in London and one where you don’t need to be upper class to enter as it is rustic posh and comfortable (though we did see Patricia Hodge on a nearby table). They specialise in good British food, wholesome and hearty and the establishment has only had three owners on the more than 200 years it has been open.  

A Boys Gathering…

Some of my oldest friends from work past and present assembled for a get together at a caravan owned by one of them. We had a BBQ and a few liquid refreshments enjoying each other’s company setting the world to rights. The next day we strolled down to the nearby Cooden beach and some of us went and visited Alfriston village where the Clergy House (the first National Trust property) can be found. 

Wings & Wheels…

Sue and I went to the Wings & Wheels at Dunsfold Aerodrome (home to Top Gear). It was a glorious sunny day and we watch some fascinating air displays (Apache attack complete with pyrotechnics, Typhoon Eurofighter’s ear-splitting flypast, the Red Arrows, a lazy rumbling B17 run, a couple of Vampire jets, and a mock dog fight between a Spitfire and an ME109), there were static displays of cars and several runs up and down the airstrip by others, the military displays both current and historic with tank rides over the fields, and a couple of large planes on display including one modified 747 based at Dunsfold that is used for films. 

Geek Nirvana…

This year I went to the GenCon 50 in Indianapolis with a couple of pals (Kevin and Martin). We flew in and out of Chicago via Iceland and drove to/from Indianapolis (it was a long first day). GenCon is spread across several venues in downtown Indianapolis – the Convention Centre, the Lucas Oil indoor football stadium and in several nearby hotels. It also had a wide range of interests covered with a large trade hall, venues for table top miniature and card/board game events and competitions, many rooms set aside for role-play-games, parades for Cosplay, and talks, demos and films and music. We had booked in to a few RGP events and Kevin was running a couple more, so Martin and I did a thorough sweep of the trade hall. Again, the days were long (but fun) and included some time playing purchases back at the hotel.


On our return leg, we stopped a night in Chicago and had a wonder into town visiting Navy Pier, Grant Park – Buckingham Fountain, the Agora and Cloud Gate (chrome jelly bean) sculptures, and listened to some classical music at the Jay Pritzker Pavilion. The next day we had hoped to visit the nearby football stadium but it was packed with people assembling to watch the partial eclipse, so we gave that a miss and travelled to a nearby park and watched it there before getting an ice-cream by the lake and heading to the airport for our flight back.

Bright Lights…

We sat outside for a while and watched the Perseid meteor shower. We did not see as many as we liked but that was undoubtedly due to us being in the village and exposed to a certain amount of light pollution.

Pub Lunch…

We had a lovely lunch with mum at the Skimmington Castle near Reigate. There is a wonderful example of the Ring the Bull game in the pub too. 

Family Day…

We recently had a family day (Mum and cousins and families) out at Polesden Lacey, where during the summer they have a jazz band playing on the weekend and visitors can gather and relax on their lawn.  

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

More Garden Madness…

Day out with mum at the eclectic and inspiring garden at Great Dixter and then on for stroll around and dinner at Rye

On Your Bike…

The Prudential Ride London cycle race runs through the village several times on its way from/to London, and therefore the roads are shut for the day. So, we took advantage of the ‘lock in’ and viewed it from the local pubs a drink in hand as we marvelled and the energy and fitness of the riders. 

Soul Music...

We saw the energetic Mica Paris perform at the Hideaway in a vibrant and entertaining evening of chat and song as she took us through her history in the industry.

Mum’s Birthday Outing…

For Mum’s birthday, we took a trip into London and visited the interesting and informative Chelsea Physic Garden, the inspiring Design Museum (where we had a lovely lunch in the restaurant), and the serene Kyoto Gardens