Saturday, 12 February 2011

"1421; the year China discovered the world" by Gavin Menzies

In 1421 a huge Ming fleet set out on a voyage of exploration. By the time they returned, the Ming foreign policy had done an about face and forbidden any further voyages. The records of the voyage were systematically destroyed.

Menzies believed that this fleet sailed round India and South Africa, across to the Cape Verde islands and down to Cape Horn. Some travelled through the Magellan straits and then doubled back to the Falkland and then across to Australia. Others went up the Chilean coast and to Mexico and California. Others travelled back north to the Caribbean, some eventually going to North America and circumnavigating Greenland (Menzies claims it was a hot year and the ice had melted).

They left maps of fantastic accuracy that were subsequently copied and taken to Europe. Dom Pedro, the brother of Henry the Navigator, took maps to Portugal where they were subsequently seen by Vasco da Gama, Diaz, and Columbus and his brother (the last then drawing a map which showed a much elongated South Africa suggesting that the voyage to the Spice Islands would be quicker travelling West than via the Portuguese route of round the Cape of Good Hope). These maps show Australia and parts of Antarctica with great accuracy; they show the Magellan straits before he got there (indeed he told his sailors that he had seen a map with the passage on before he got there); they show the Caribbean; they even show all of Greenland (the Vinland map).

Menzies claims that Columbus and Magellan and Cook were not great discoverers because they had already seen maps of where they were going.

He cites a lot of evidence including obelisks with writing on them in a Tamil script (I am not sure why he doesn't draw the obvious conclusion that Tamils put these there rather than that the Chinese did). He claims that the early European explorers discovered plants and animals that are native to China in the Americas. He interprets folklore of light-skinned or yellow-skinned people as recording Chinese visitors. He finds Chinese DNA and diseases in the Americas.

I wholeheartedly accept his evidence as showing that there were great voyages of exploration and trade with Australia and Africa and the Americas long before Columbus, da Gama and Diaz. Merchants will always seek new markets. Where I disagree is that all his evidence necessarily points to this one great fleet on their one great voyage. Why should there not have been trading links down to Australia and across the Pacific for centuries before 1421; why should not other nations such as the Indians and the Arabs not have made wonderful voyages? The maps are clearly records of travel.

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This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

Thursday, 27 January 2011

"A week in December" by Sebastian Faulks

In London, in the week before Christmas 2007:

  • a penniless barrister with a schizophrenic brother falls in love with a female tube driver who plays Parallax (second life);
  • the Moslem son of a lime pickle manufacturer plans a suicide attack; his father is invested with an OBE
  • a bitchy book reviewer waits to see whether he has won a literary prize
  • a foreign footballer plays his first matches for his new London club
  • and a ruthless hedge fund manager plans to profit from the collapse of a bank while his son smokes skunk

These intertwined lives (there are too many links to be dismissed a coincidence) illustrate the moral bankruptcy of a nation. Faulks laments (several times) his thesis that teachers have given up believing in knowledge and culture. His Moslem fundamentalist sees society through the pitiless eyes of youth: he sees the binge drinking, the pathetic fumblings for sex mistaken for love, the shoddy materialism. And yet his failures such as the tube driver and her barrister boyfriend, suggest that frail, little farting humans, with all our sad illusions, are the only really human people. That what we should fear is certainty: the certainty of Hassan and his Prophet and the certainty of the banker. God and Mammon. Are we a tube train, hurtling through the darkness to rest for a few fragile moments in the light and noise of a station? Or are we a cyclist without lights, making pedestrians leap aside. And in the end, what do we have except love?

This was an interesting book. It kept me reading. But it didn't have the magic of the best the Faulks can do.

January 2011; 390 pages

"The book of general ignorance" by John Lloyd

This book , from the QI programme, debunks many accepted 'facts': who said, let them eat cake? when did the last survivor of the Crimean War die? (2004, it was a tortoise); who was born by Immaculate Conception? (Mary); How many sheep were thee on Noah's Ark? (14). It then proceeds to give acres of utterly trivial but wonderfully fascinating information.

My favourite is about 'Here we go gathering nuts in May'. Nuts don't grow in May; it is too early. The song should be 'Here we go gathering Knots of May' referring to the May (hawthorn) tree that blossoms in mid-May but, until the Gregorian calendar change, blossomed on May day. May flowers give off triethylamine which is the same chemical as that first emitted by dead human bodies which is probably why May flowers inside a house are thought to be unlucky. On the other hand triethylamine is also what gives semen its distinctive smell which is probably why the May tree is a fertility symbol (not just the phallic May pole).

See? Wonderful facts. Exactly my sort of book. Brilliant!

Jan 2011; 281 pages

Sunday, 16 January 2011

"The Black Swan" by Nassim Nicholas Taleb

The author of this book got up my nose from the start when in the Prologue he describes the probability estimates of a risk manager as having "no better predictive value for assessing the total risks than astrology". Which is clearly wrong. Maybe the predictions of the risk manager are imperfect but they are almost certainly better than astrology.

Taleb tends to over-argue his case and he is rhetorically rude about people who have a different point of view (which prompts my in-built bullshit detectors to suggest that he hasn't got a case). He describes people who live normal lives as "dull" and says they live in "Mediocristan"; "their minds are closed". Teachers and academics have him spitting dust.  "Only military people deal with randomness with genuine, introspective intellectual honesty."

The insults become far worse and far more frequent towards the end of the book. He really doesn't like statisticians, claiming that their entire disciplines are rubbish and that they are closed minded idiots. Most other academics are similarly rubbished. His ad hominem remarks include their dress sense. When someone gets so angry and so personal I always suspect that their arguments are inadequate.

So as a teacher and academic I tried very hard to keep an open mind but as a human I found it very difficult. What are his arguments?

Firstly, their is the problem of induction. He clearly quite likes David Hume. He describes it thus (borrowing an example from Bertrand Russell; Taleb uses intellectuals when he wants to): if a turkey has been fed every day for a thousand days it will probably assume that it will always be fed when in fact the next day it is to be killed. I would suggest that the problem of induction is not so much that we are not aware that recurring examples do not lead to proof but that it would be ridiculous for the turkey to be surprised at being fed on the 998th and 999th days. So there has to be trust in induction whilst at the same time being sceptical. If you were a turkey and you had to bet what what would happen on day 1000 it would make sense to bet on being fed.

The second problem is that of hindsight; he quotes, amongst other examples, the Anthropic Principle. He also quotes Cicero who gives an example of an irreligious man being told of sailors who had prayed and not drowned, and asking about the sailors who prayed and still drowned. Thus the Earth seems a planet perfectly tailored for the evolution of mankind because had it been any different we would not have evolved and therefore would not be here to admire its tailoring (or we would be somehow different and thus be admiring the tailoring that led to the new different us). Another lovely example is that of gamblers most of whom believe in beginner's luck because of their own personal experiences; because, claims Taleb, the gamblers who lost on their first gambles got disenchanted and never became gamblers.

So I admit that these are fallacies that mean that we can never absolutely trust what is to happen but I still cling to the idea that both these fallacies give a pretty good approximation of what is likely to happen.

In the latter part of the book I think his main point is that Gaussian bell curves do not work in financial markets. The evidence for this is the existence of Black Swan events on a frequency that is significantly greater than the Gaussian predictions. I do not disagree with him. Gaussian bell curves work brilliantly on probability distributions characterised by true randomness, that is where one throw of the die does not affect the next. However, in situations where there is feedback, such as with earthquakes, fashions and money markets, Mandelbrotian fractal power distributions seem to work much better. This is still not perfect, as NNT points out you still base your models on historical data so there is always the possibility of something utterly novel happening in the future which you can't predict, but this is surely the best we can do.

But this is all explained much better in Ubiquity by Mark Buchanan and Critical Mass by Philip Ball. And these authors do not spend page after page rudely rubbishing their opponents with the most angry and arrogant invective. NNT does not seem to realise that Gaussian statistics are utterly valid and really useful in their sphere. He does not seem to realise why his particular context is different. But he does seem to believe that he is indubitably correct, there is no room for self-doubt whatsoever, which in a book about the limits of our ability to know is really rather ironic.

There was one concept that gave me pause for thought. He is talking about scalability, which for him is the idea that sometimes the winner takes all. Thus a best selling author doesn't need to put any extra work in once his book has hit the shops but he reaps the reward; another author will have to keep working on the day job. Scalability applies to authors, move stars, bankers etc. Some scientists work all their lives in hop of a big breakthrough, sustaining endless disappointment with hope that one day they will find a cure for cancer. Dentists, on the other hand, work every day for reasonable reward. NNT clearly thinks the former lifestyle is better (if you strike lucky) and maybe it is what I should have done. Next life perhaps!

There are some good ideas in this book though none are original. Nevertheless, in essence he is right. But he does not have the monopoly on truth and the people he is so rude about are also developing truths in different contexts. I prefer an author who presents his ideas more concisely; in the Black Swan the ideas are padded out with an awful lot of rudeness.

Jan 2011; 300 pages

Sunday, 9 January 2011

"The Ghost" by Robert Harris

A writer is hired to ghost the memoirs of ex-Prime Minister Adam Lang following the mysterious death of the original writer, Lang's long time ADC. He flies out to a wintry Martha's Vineyard and into a household, beleaguered by political accusations, isolated, and turning in on itself.

For the first half of the book nothing really happens. There is a sense of mystery but the interest is mostly held as the writer explains the craft of the ghost. This first part is superbly crafted and beautifully described, but a bit slow. Suddenly it changes gear. It becomes faster and more exciting, although considerably more shallow. There is the obligatory one night stand. There are the nagging doubts: would an ex-British Foreign Secretary, now ambassador at the UN, really have the contacts necessary to hire an ex-NYPD cop as a covert operative?

Nevertheless, the book in its entirety is a well crafted political thriller with a little more about it than most.

January 2011; 310 pages

Saturday, 8 January 2011

"Faustus" by Leo Ruickbie

In this readable yet authoritative text Ruickbie tries to reconstruct the life of Faustus (who isn't actually called Faustus) from the seven or so contemporary references that actually seem reasonably straightforward and therefore genuine. Most of them say little more than 'I saw Faustus' and not one mentions the pact with the devil. Mephistopheles himself is a new demon first mentioned in the Faust legend and the derivation of the name

As well as eking out the story (and from time to time mentioned the legend) Ruickbie details the sometimes fascinating background of a Holy Roman Empire trapped between the powers of France and the Ottomans, eternally feuding with itself about both who is going to be the next Emperor, whether the Emperor or the Pope should be top dog, and the nascent stirrings of Lutherism, Protestantism and the Reformation.

Quite heavy going but sometimes a fantastic read.

January 2011; 226 pages

Sunday, 2 January 2011

"Monsters of Men" by Patrick Ness

This is the third volume in the 'Chaos Walking' trilogy (which started with The Knife of Never Letting Go)  and starts immediately after the second one (The Ask and the Answer) ends.

New World is now at war. The native Spackle who communicate telepathically such that each can link their mind with every other Spackle are attacking the armies of New Prentisstown led by the Mayor and Todd. Viola and Mistress Coyle, leader of the rebellious Answer, are holed up on a hill on which the scoutship from the waiting settlers sits.

The Mayor is teaching Todd to control his Noise. This means that Todd no longer broadcasts his thoughts telepathically to the world, a fact that Viola (his girlfriend who, as a female, does not broadcast Noise) distrusts and dislikes. It also means that Todd can hide from all the awful things he is seeing and doing in the war; it deadens his feeling. It also means that a telepathic bond is growing between Todd and the Mayor; each can start to use thought to control the other and other people. This makes Todd feel powerful. At the same time he is growing closer to the Mayor.

And the Return, the only Spackle who escaped from the slave Spackle concentration camp where Todd was a guard, talks to the Spackle boss, the Sky and vows revenge on Todd.

In the middle of all this Todd, Viola and Bradley from the scout ship are trying to negotiate peace with the Spackle while the Mayor and Mistress Coyle try to take credit for victory, manoeuvring to be the one to rule.

Loads of subplots. But I think it became too complicated and too drawn out. I knew how the story ought to end and I wanted it to end considerably sooner than it did. The actual end was a bit Harry Potterish, using thoughts instead of wands. In his bid to explore every last loose end I think Patrick Ness may have added too many layers. The first book was so tight and left so many questions unanswered. I do not see why the third book could not have been the same.

January 2011; 603 pages



This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God


Friday, 31 December 2010

"The Ask and the Answer" by Patrick Ness

Book 2 of the 'Chaos Walking' trilogy

And, as is often the way with sequels eagerly awaited, this was a disappointment.

The first book, 'The Knife of Never Letting Go', dealt with hero Todd and heroine Viola as they raced across New World away from the chasing army of Mayor Prentiss and towards the town of New Haven. As they ran they tried to understand why they had to run and the reader was encouraged onwards with the dribble of information leaking from sparse clues (it was a brilliant move that Todd, carrying a map and a book, could not read and was too ashamed of this fact to let Viola read for him). A wonderful twist was the fact that hero and heroine both succumb to temptation, both are flawed. And of course one never but never knows whom to trust.

Book 2 begins exactly at the cliff hanger where Book 1 finished. Todd is is prison, later being made to work at a Spackle farm, being corrupted by the everyday presence of evil around him. Viola works as a healer. But Viola's friends become freedom fighter, terrorists, bombers, as a resistance movement grows against the army into which Todd is being inducted. Throughout, President Prentiss manipulates Todd and Viola, tricking them into betrayals of themselves and one another.

Perhaps I was unhappy that Todd has sunk so low. Perhaps I have become bored by the minimalist prose, otherwise so fresh and exciting. But I think the reason why this was a good read rather than a great read is that it has become more predictable. I know a lot more of what is going on in New World so this is now a fight between Good and Evil (and, yes, it is still true that I am not always certain who is good and who is evil) and thus less interesting.

Still a good read though and I have already started book 3, 'Monsters of Men'.

Chaos Walking is now a film: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_Walking_(film)


This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God




Monday, 27 December 2010

"The Knife of Never Letting Go" by Patrick Ness

"Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking." (Chapter 4)

"A knife ain't just a thing, is it? It's a choice, it's something you do." (Chapter 8)

"Too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun just becomes Noise." (Chapter 36)

Wow! What a book. Read at a gallop.

Prentisstown is a settlement in a New World, a world in which all men can hear each other's thoughts and all women can hear the thoughts of every man (but female thoughts are hidden). A world where all these thoughts have turned into a never-ending Noise. A world in which animals can talk (though the stupider ones have most limited vocabularies; the sheep just say 'Sheep').

Todd Hewitt, the last boy in Prentisstown is told to run from the town a month before he becomes a man. He runs with the first girl he has ever met, because all the females in Prentisstown are dead, killed by a germ from the Spackles. They flee mad preacher Aaron, Mayor Prentiss and his army and his sadistic son Davy.

This 'children's' book is all about loss. Todd has already lost mother and father, Ben and Cillian who bring him up soon disappear, and it seems that everyone Todd meets will die. He loses his innocence too.

It moves at an incredible pace (as Todd and Viola run towards the town of New Haven, where there is Hope). You can never relax because if you do you will be caught by Aaron, or Davy, or the army of Mayor Prentiss. Everyone is suspect and your Noise always give you away. The prose is sparse, and tight, and key words are repeated with surprise, and Todd is a brilliant hero because he is a boy who feels things but has certain handicaps (he can't read so the map he has is almost useless; although Viola can read he is ashamed to let her and by the time he does she hasn't the time to read much so all the dreadful, secrets of the New World are let out little by little).

A wonderful book which ends on a complete cliff hanger so I just have to read the next one NOW...

December 2010; 479 pages

Thee trilogy continues with:

There is now a feature film based on the trilogy called Chaos Walking


This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God


Saturday, 25 December 2010

"A Simples Life" by Aleksandr Orlov

This is the autobiography of the Meerkat entrepreneur who brought to the world the Compare the Meerkat website, as typed by his faithful sidekick (and oft-kicked) Sergei. We learn how the Orlov family left the Sahara and sailed to Russia, of how they fought Mongis Khan and his Mongoose hordes from Mongolia, how they survived pogroms and poverty, and how they finally triumphed in the Meerkat Comparison business.

Very witty with one or two laugh out loud lines. Lots of pictures. Simples.

December 2010; 123 pages

Friday, 24 December 2010

"The Survivor" by Thomas Keneally

This strange book is about an ageing Australian academic, Alec Ramsey, who is neurotically obsessed with his role in a tragic Antarctic expedition whose leader, Leeming, died. Since Leeming's body may be about to be discovered we explore the basis for the neurosis: did Ramsey and his other companion, a doctor called Lloyd, eat Leeming or abandon him before he was dead?

But on the other hand this is a story about a close-knit academic community: Kable who wants Ramsey's job and his nymphomaniac wife, the drunken 'poet', and seducer Saunders, the Professor of Physics who has just refused a doctorate to hysterical 'young' Leeming, nephew of the great explorer. These people and assorted other members of the cast bitch and philosophise with all the stagey dialogue of a drawing room comedy. Their manoeuvrings and hissy fits pad out this relatively short and simple 'did he do it' thriller into a slightly pointless tragedy of manners.

Don't bother.

December 2010; 282 pages.



This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

"Cutting for Stone" by Abraham Verghese

Abraham Verghese was born and brought up by Indian parents in Ethiopia; he qualified as a doctor and became a professor of medicine. This book recounts the saga of identical twins, born of an English surgeon who flees the scene of their birth and a nun who dies as they are born, conjoined but separated at birth, who grow up two Indian step-parents in Missing (a mispronunciation of Mission) Hospital in Addis Ababa. They both become doctors. Shiva is the 'evil' twin who shags everything in sight including his brother (the narrator) Marion's girlfriend. Forced to flee Ethiopia shortly afterwards because of (mistaken) involvement in Tigrean separatist plot, Marion becomes a doctor in the US and belatedly has sex.

This should have been a riveting read. It was very interesting about Ethiopia under Haile Selassie and later the mad Mengistu. It showed the author's intimate understanding of surgery. There was a lot of action and there were sections in which I was engrossed. And then I stopped reading and never started again for ages. Twice. Which suggests it wasn't a massively exciting read.

December 2010; 541 pages

Friday, 27 August 2010

"Death in Venice" by Thomas Mann

This delightful novelette ('Der Tod in Venedig') records how an elderly novelist on holiday in plague-stricken Venice falls in  love with a beautiful Polish boy.

The story is full of signs and portents. On the boat to Venice the hero, von Aschenbach, meets a group of young men of whom one is elderly bewigged, dressed and cosmeticised to look young, the result being a travesty. This is what Aschenbach will become by the end of his homosexual paedophilic obsession. He is also rowed to his hotel by an unlicensed gondolier in a black coffin-like gondola; this boatman reminds us of Charon the ferryman of the Styx. There are also many references to classical myth:

  • Helios the sun god (who is also Apollo)
  • Narcissus the beautiful youth who fell in love with his reflection
  • Hyacinth the beautiful boy-lover of Apollo who was killed by the west wind
  • Ganymede, the beautiful boy who was carried by an eagle to Olympus and made to serve Zeus as cup-bearer
  • Of course Apollo himself was a beautiful youth
In some ways the book contrasts the Apollo who is the god of intellect, moderation, reason, light and music with Dionysus the god of ecstasy, passion and drunkenness. Aschenbach starts as a man whose writing is severely intellectual and ends as a creature wholly enslaved to passion. But to see it as a battle between two gods is perhaps naive. Music and poetry are strict and intellectual art forms and people often see this as Apollo-like; however they also have their passionate sides and Apollo is also the god of the the ecstatic prophecies of Delphi. He is clearly linked to passionate love of both men and women. I think that Mann was playing with the duality of Apollo within Aschenbach. In another contradiction Apollo, who is father of Aesculapius the god of medicine and who is himself associated with healing is also the god who shot deadly plague arrows into the Greek camp at Troy.

Finally Mann plays with the concepts of Beauty as discussed between the old ugly Socrates and the beautiful youth Phaedrus in the Phaedrus by Plato. In this book Socrates contrasts 'being in your right mind' with the madness that comes with following an erotic desire for beauty. This is clearly the situation for Aschenbach. When a soul, says Socrates, looks upon a beautiful boy it experiences the utmost joy; when separated from the boy, it feels intense pain and longing. This is the allegory of the chariot; we are pulled by passionate horses, we need to rein them in.


When Aschenbach discovers that there is cholera in Venice he decides not to tell the boy's family in case they leave. This is clearly a moral lapse for which he will be punished. (It is also one of the few points at which the film differs from the novella.)


The boy Tadzio becomes aware of Aschenbach's obsessive interest and starts to play up to it, smiling at the old man and making eye contact. At the end of the book, after his family have decided to flee Venice, Tadzio walks into the sea and beckons to Aschenbach.


A wondrous story crammed with many, many layers of meaning in 71 short pages.


It was also a brilliant film starring Dirk Bogarde as the writer.

August 2010; 71 pages

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This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God