The Cloud Seeders

Thomas and his little brother Dustin inhabit a dystopian Orwellian World in which malevolent forces control the weather and water is as scare as it was in Frank Herbert’s Dune. Water cops enforce water conservation and issue fines or worse. Their parents, a scientist and a poet, the secret of whose death Thomas keeps from his brother, left behind the means of climate manipulation and a book of their mother’s poetry one of which prefaces each chapter.

The writing style feels awkward and it takes considerable time to warm to the characters and get involved in the story. As a book for young readers it contains too much profanity and sexual innuendo. The book’s strengths lie in the unfolding relationship between the brothers and to a lesser degree that between Thomas and his enigmatic girlfriend Jerusha as they embark on a treacherous road trip.

Sagebrush

Disingenuous of Amazon to simultaneously have for sale a paid and free edition of the same book especially when you have to scroll down to find the free edition. Since 12-year-old Michael is orphaned and isolated from other human contact for 6 years in hostile Indian Territory during pre-settlement times the story needs-must be told from his point of view at least in the opening chapters. But as others have complained the writing style is highly clinical much as one would expect if one were reading about a modern-day atrocity in the New York Times or Wall Street Journal. The author reports that a 12-year-old boy witnessed the murder of both his parents and their wagon train party, felt 18-year-old lust when he meets his first pretty Indian Girl, and precedes with the revenge killing of the four braves who butchered his parents with little or no emotional involvement in the experience. This detachment from his own life leaves the reader feeling detached as well.

It is difficult to believe that anyone, especially a 12-year-old, could survive 6 years of solitary confinement without irreparable emotional harm. The only literary equivalent would be Ayla in Clan of the Cave Bears. As the book progresses it becomes more a typical Western Oater with certain striking similarities to Carmac McCarthy’s Border Trilogy. The story has an all too typical happily ever after Hollywood ending.

Hamfist Over the Trail

Read this book as light reading after the Mandela autobiography. This is the first in a trilogy periodically offered for free to get one hooked. An airforce procedural it will introduce you to more acronyms than you can keep track of. The ‘Trail’ in question is the Ho Chi Minh Trail between North Viet Nam and the South. Half-way through the book Hamilton Hancock call sign Hamfist is still in training but already charged with disposing of his former room mate’s personal effects. The military presents the usual examples of hurry up and wait, intelligence, superstitions, and foul ups however this is Viet Nam and the bullets and artillery are real and people do die and get injured or worse captured by the enemy. Told matter of factly in the first person the story is fiction.

Just finished book one in a single day. This isn’t a three volume story, it’s a single story split in three part one ending a crisis point in the story to suck the reader into buying volume 2.

Long Walk to Freedom

Went looking for this after encountering the CBC's synthesis of the 50 hours of tapes recorded by Nelson Mandela before writing the book broadcast on Ideas. As in public life so in his own private biography Madiba is self-effacing, candid about his own short-comings, loyal to his supporters over the years. As the story continues we meet many of the people who would be active in the African National Congress in the future and his partners seeking freedom for Africans in South Africa.

At 658 pages in paper binding this is no light read but Mandela's writing style is engaging and serves to carry one along. We see his growth from a rural tribal background to life in a tribal chief's home. His friendship with his adopted brother, their mutual escape from their home to Johannesburg where Mandela begins his struggle to become a lawyer, copes with being an African among whites, and becomes politically aware. Any great man makes it to the top on the backs of others; it is good to see this man remember and acknowledge those who helped him reach that pinnacle.

By page 150 or part 3 we have reached Mandela’s political awakening and the beginnings of his involvement with the African National Congress, the ANC. Mandela expresses his own reluctance to get actively involved in politics and the advice of his legal mentors to stay out of it. His writing style somehow reflects that reluctance as at this point the book becomes clinical and less engaging.

Things pick up as we enter the middle section of the book. His political internship over he swings into gear as an orgnaizer and speaker. The screws of apartheid are tightened on Black South Africans and on those who would oppose it. It would seem the authorities were smart enough to realize that actually killing leaders would create martyrs so they ‘ban’ them restricting their ability to travel and attend meetings. Over 150 ANC members are rounded up and their trial for treason takes years to unfold. Mandela’s first marriage breaks down and he meets Winnie. Interestingly a man who promoted non-violent resistance practiced boxing as a means of blowing off steam and keeping fit.

The print version of this book obviously has dense text, after reading for hours one makes little headway percentage-wise in e-Book format, I note it is printed in two volumes in PB. Mandela goes on the lam to promote the militant wing of the ANC. Even before prison he suffered long periods of separation from his family. It is when he goes abroad in Africa that he learns that it is not enough to have good intentions, the perception of others is equally important. The competing PAC, Pan African Congress, are winning the publicity war because South Africa's Black neighbours are suspicious of the ANC's association with Whites, Coloureds, Indians, and the Communist Party. On the other hand a freedom fighter takes aid from whatever port he can obtain it and some of his neighbours are despots, they just happen to be Black despots. It is interesting to see how he describes these people.

Mandela is finally caught and imprisoned for 27 years or 10,000 days as the song goes. On Robben Island in solitary confinement, under hard labour, and in the company of fellow political prisoners he suffers isolation from the outside world and limited visits with family. Finally he is brought back to the mainland where a damp prison cell leads to tuberculosis. Finally he is released to less confined locations and allowed contact with his family and supporters and begins his negotiations with the White Apartheid Government of South Africa. However calculated or humane this process was when he is finally released the press of his cheering supporters scares even his military prison driver.

With the start of negotiations traditional tribal rivalries come back into play and in particular the Zulu Inkatha Freedom Party it is suspected supported by White Minority Police stage attacks on ANC townships. Mandela finally acknowledges the breakdown of his marriage to Winnie. While struggling to reach a consensus within his own party Mandela faces the divide and conquer tactics of the DeKlerk Government. Oliver Tambo dies of stroke and Chris Hani is murdered.

After all that reading the story seems to come to a rather rapid ending with Mandela’s election as president. After some reminiscence the book ends without covering his period as president. I had been hoping to discover if there was any veracity to the storyline followed in Clint Eastwood’s Invictus.

Historic Saint John Streets

My first surprise was the fact that the authors supplied no maps to locate the streets they were talking about. The book is useless for anyone intent on taking a walking tour because the entries are in alphabetical order meaning that there is no logical order for locating the streets on the ground by neighbourhood. Unless you already have a fairly good working knowledge of the city the book leaves you lost.

The Devil's Star

The Devil's Star

by

Jo Nesbø

A Norwegian Author of a series of Harry Hole books set in Oslo and translated into English.

I can claim no knowledge of real life but fictional detectives seem to tend toward alcoholic, divorced, eccentric loners who do not play well with others and have odd tastes in popular music. Think Ian Rankin's John Rebus. The reason their superiors put up with them is the results they get. Can't comment on the quality of the translation but will note that the author makes frequent jumps to totally new venues and unknown characters leaving the reader hanging and wondering, did I somehow jump into a different text? The reader of hard-copy book would just turn it

over and glance at the cover, not so easy in e-Book format. 

The book picks up after one gets accustomed to Nesbø's writing style and acclimatized to the setting and the characters. At 530 pages it takes a while to get engrossed in the storyline. As murder mysteries go this has the usual plot twists and red herrings. If Mysteries are your schtick you'll probably want to read more in the series and subsequent books should make the reader feel more at home.

A Death on the Wolf

Since I've been reading two much longer and heavier books decided to try something lighter. Was not expecting to encounter another story involving young men coming of age with issues of homosexuality. Nearly 16-year-old Nelson is coming to terms with the fact that his best friend loves him, in the Biblical sense that Jonathan loved David. Nelson, on the other hand, is coping with his first infatuation with the blind girl spending the summer with his Aunt next door. In the Mississippi of 1969 where the word 'nigger' was still thrown around with impunity and hippie was a term of derision Nelson fears for his friend's safety. Nelson is blessed with enlightened parental guardians in a part of the world where this was unusual at the time.

The book captures the daily drudgery of the routine on a working farm without itself seeming boring. Owning your own wheels as a means of getting out and being independent is a priority. You depend on your neighbours in a rural setting of necessity, whether you like them or not. And then there's the issue of being responsible for a younger sibling. Given the details the writer goes into about appearance and clothing I had to check to determine that GM Frazier was a male, not a woman. By coincidence I find myself reading this novel at the same time that I'm watching Michael Burk's The Mudge Boy which in a similarly rural setting reverses the roles. Frazier handles his material in a much less awkward fashion, but then Duncan Mudge's father is anything but understanding.

The historical events worked into the storyline help ground it. If everyone had a dad like Nelson's the world would be a far better place.Throwing in Free Masonry and the Presbyterian Church helps broaden the background. The forty-year later epilogue was a nice touch.

James Herriot: The lfe of A Country Vet

This book by Graham Lord rates 5 stars, all negative, or five road apples--horse turds for the uninitiated. I began this book with anticipation and was sorely disappointed; the book is still-born from the beginning. This was obviously not an authorized biography and the writer would seem to have been no friend of his subject. Although reference is made often to the journals Alf Wight kept from his earliest days it rapidly becomes apparent that the writer had no access to these diaries and other papers. Lacking this access the author consults the public record and Alf's contemporaries pestering them it would seem with repeated interviews. All this would be fine if the research had been synthesized into a readable biography of the subject. Unfortunately what we get is a history reporting the writer's research which comes off as turgid, stodgy, boring reading. The writer begins by poking fun at the inaccuracies promulgated in previous attempts and then proceeds to commit his own. You will note that I've studiously avoided using the word authour in describing this book. If this be an example of the quality of the man's writing style one is left to wander why any publisher wasted the paper on his 18 other books. After plowing through

over a hundred pages of this book I decided that life was too short to waste on such mush.

The Far Horizon

Being the second book in the MacQuarie Series. It bears mentioning that the books are written by a women because in finding his second wife our hero manages to be dumb to the fact that the woman he eventually stumbles over has placed herself under foot since he was 25 and she 13. When he comes back to England a widower he finds Elizabeth working in his Mother's Home and then later squires her around London without managing to take a tumble. In fact it isn't until she threatens to off to China as a missionary that he finally comes to his senses. All this by way of saying that even the greatest of men can miss matters of importance right in front of their noses.

As Military Governor of New Holland Lachlan MacQuarry had dictatorial powers and an army to back it up; communication with England took at least 16 months. The free-men who settled Botany Bay were given free land grants and the free labor of those transported at regular intervals backed up by the lash. The convicts arrived on a one-way ticket with a minimum sentence of seven years after which they had no means of return. Men who gained their freedom could attempt to find work but with boatloads of up to 500 free-labor arriving regularly their labor was not worth much. Girls so transported had little recourse but to enter the prostitution trade as a means of staying alive and with a military garrison at hand madams had no lack of clients. In attempting to break this tyranny the new governor invoked the wrath and opposition of the 'exclusives' who until his arrival had had things pretty much their way.

After several miss-carriages and the death of her first-born Elizabeth gives birth to a son with the aid of a transported doctor. George Jarvis who follows Lachlan to Australia, so-named by the governor himself, continues ably in his unofficial capacity as aide-de-camp. As Lachlan points out he is more useful to him in that capacity than if he joined the army. A strikingly handsome Indian Moslem walking the halls of Government house served to raise more than a few eyebrows and attract the attention of serving girls but lightning finally strikes in a love-at-first-sight scenario.

Above are the bald facts that inform this historical novel but the execution is done in such a way that the reader is given an insider's view of the events and the characters who inhabit government house with all their foibles and with a sense of humour that engages from start to finish. I sat down and read 3/4 of the book in one sitting. Lachlan is pragmatic, just, and caring, brooks no interference, and refuses to entertain fools. He gets things done. With George at one side and his military attache at the other, and a troop of guards at his back he rides out, assesses the situation, seeks advice, and sees things righted. That he uses transported ex-prisoners and even eats with them scandalizes the puffed up elite. He sounds almost a Christ-like figure and to many he probably was.

By Eastern Windows

A 15-year-old Scottish tenant farmer form the Isle of Mull leaves his mentally deficient older brother and widowed mother to join the British Army to support his family. From that humble beginning he would go on to serve with distinction in the West Indies, India, ending up as the governor of New South Wales and father of Australia. Along the way he meets his first wife Jane who dies in South-East Asia; acquires an Indian major-domo Bapoo; his wife's maid Marianne; and a slave boy whom he steals at gunpoint in a slave market where he is being whipped. The boy was adored on sight by Lachlan's wife and given the name George and his wife's maiden name Jarvis. Stationed back in England he brings the boy with him and sends him off to private school. Confronted with his choices for the future an ethnic if not practicing Indian Moslem pulls a copy of the Christian Bible foisted upon him at school and quotes the book of Ruth:

"Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God, my God. 17 Where you die, I will die, And there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If anything but death parts you and me."

in answer to a suggestion he return to India to avoid discrimination.

In the hands of a skilled writer such as this dry historical facts come to life and the characters jump off the page, or tablet as in my case. Book one of this trilogy by Gretta Curran Browne was offered free--I read it in one day; book two--The Far Horizon I bought and began reading last night; book three--Jarvisfield is yet to be published.

Dark Seraphine

Being the first in a trilogy by KaSonndra Leigh.

Seventeen-year-old Callum is a hunky, sexy looking jock with a distant father and a distracted mother. What's the point of academic success or sports prowess if the people you love most can't be bothered to notice or be supportive. Although he can seemingly have any girl he wants and has the long-term companionship of his best friend Kyle, there's an emptiness in his life. So far he sounds very much like your typical teen until you learn that he can see 'Walkers', creatures that only he can see. Turns out these creatures from a parallel universe are divided into two warring camps.

Told from Callum's point of view the storyline is as feckless as person who relates it, at times getting bogged down in teenage angst and lengthy petting scenes. The action only truly picks up in the last few chapters. Better than your average young adult novel the para-normal aspects are handled in a manner that makes them almost believable. You decide whether you want to read volumes 2 & 3.

High,Wide and Lonesome

Had I internet access right now I'd check to see if this was made into a movie. Because I went on the road reading this book took nearly 3 weeks.

Told from the point of view of a nine-year-old who is taken out of school and carted across half a continent to homestead half a section in the Colorado High Country so that his parents could prove a claim and gain title to the land. Drama is provided by range wars betweencattlemen, sheep herders, and homesteaders and the latter's barbed wire fences. The dangers and threats provided by lack of rain, prairie fires, rattlesnakes, poisonous plants, blinding blizzards, illness, and broken bones. The challenges of drought, starvation, biting cold, marauding cattle, debt, privation, solitude....

The book is filled with the characters attracted to this pioneering spirit way of life. Told with a naiveté and sense of humour and discovery only a child could bring to such a situation. Privation and danger are approached not so much as challenges but with a sense of adventure and newness. The land is his teacher and his books the prairie dog town and the ant hills. And every boy deserves a dog as his companion.

The story ends when the family proves up their claim and moves to a town where the boy returns to school and father returns to his trade as the printer of a country newspaper. In those times a newspaperman manually set his own type and printed his own papers.

The Cowboy and the Cossack

Clair Huffaker's book was published in 1973 so it's been around for a while. After just a few chapters I'm ready to say that I believe it deserves a wider audience. I've met long-horn cattle, herding 500 requires a sense of humour, managing that many on ship-board....? Taking them to Russia.... When the harbourmaster in Vladavostok decides to stall their boat's docking privileges the cowboys decide to swim their herd ashore. Persuading cowboys and their rides to jump into that cold sea water is one thing, getting the herd to is quite another. Once ashore drying out and feeding the cattle grain laced with wodka quite another tale. Now factor in a squad of fanatical Cossacks sent to guard the cattle and their not so enthusiastic minders. Throw in a morning spent having a funeral for a horse. Add names unpronounceable on both sides, the cultural and language barriers and you probably get the picture. And this all happens in just the opening chapters, the plot thickens as the story goes on.

One final note. Since I've read an electronic edition I didn't have the opportunity to find and read the dust cover notes until I'd finished. In spite of the way he spells his name the writer is male, moreover, he was a script writer for the likes of John Wayne. Knowing that little detail serves to stir up a lot of Siberian Dust.

The Farthest Shore

Book three of the Earthsea Series. Since book two at least 20 years have passed and Ged is Arch Mage of Roke. No explanation is supplied as to what transpired in the intervening period. A young princeling named Arran comes to Roke to meet with the Arch Mage Ged reporting disturbing developments. In an unprecedented move a non-magical person is invited to meet with Roke's inner circle in secret conclave in the inner sanctum. Even more remarkably the school's head master leaves Roke in his boat Lookfar accompanied only by this youthful non-magical prince against his peer's advice seeking he knows not what, he knows not where. Only knowing that witches are forgetting their spells and magicians are losing their powers. The ancient tongue which holds the real names of things is being lost by those who once spoke it and a malaise is strickening the islands of Earthsea. In an island archipelago journeys by sea are a given but the odyssey these two go on takes them beyond the edge of the known world.

Tehanu

Book Four of Earthsea.

As volume 4 begins Ged is no longer part of the picture. We meet the priestess of Atuan now an old woman who foreswore the practice of magic to be a plain farmer's housewife and raise a family. She saves a gypsy child beaten and left to burn in a fire and the two live a solitary life on the now widowed housewife's farm. Called to minister to the Mage of Gont, Ged's former mentor, she eases his way to the great beyond. When a dragon glides in she discovers an unconscious Ged riding at his neck.

Having spent himself saving the world of Earthsea in Book 3 Ged is faced with continuing to live without the abilities that formerly defined him. The story continues losing none of its appeal as the young prince who 7accompanied Ged into the underworld is crowned King of Earthsea and sets out to restore order in his Kingdom.

The Tombs of Atuan

As this book begins there is no mention of our friend Ged, the wizard. The storyline tends to drag somewhat especially since everyone here is new to us. All the characters in this storyline are female save for the Male Eunuch Slaves that serve them. In the last third of the book Ged finally makes a clandestine appearance and with his departure with the child high priestess in tow the Temple of the Tombs implodes and sinks into oblivion.

Dust

Arthur Slade grew up in rural Saskatchewan and lives and writes in Saskatoon. His novel Dust is one part historical memoir of the Dust Bowl years of the depression and one part fantasy. An albino drives into town and a twelve-year-old's younger brother disappears without a trace on a walk into town with 10¢ in his pocket to buy candy. In short order it's as if the child had never existed as no mention is made of him and the brother is avoided as an uncomfortable reminder. In a household where the Bible and Pilgrims Progress are the only acceptable reading his uncle, his mother's roguish brother slips him Jules Verne Novels and Comic Books hidden under his mattress. No one but his Uncle will listen to a twelve-year-old or give his suspicions of a butterfly raising albino any credence.

The aspects of growing up in the dust bowl years are aptly written, buying the fantasy as a metaphor for sexual abuse is quite another. It does serve to keep the novel "G-rated".

A Wizard of Earthsea

The first in Ursula K. Le Guin's 5-book Earthsea Series made into a TV mini-series of the same name the books are more character driven with less emphasis on adventure, fantasy and magic. Set in an imaginary island archipelago somewhere in the Irish Sea a great deal of sailing goes on in both books and movies. The principle characters are the orphaned goatherd Ged, son of a blacksmith and Vetch, an over-weight wizard in training from a remote island village. Ged is outdone by his own curiosity, pride, and an excitable nature. His friend Vetch is more level-headed and calm though no less lacking in ability. Written long before Harry Potter appeared on the scene these books are no less  

deserving of our attention.

Any Other Night

Any Other Night
By
Anne Pfefffer

This young adult novel is set among 16-year-olds in Malibu a satellite community of Los Angeles noted for residents associated with the movie industry. The contrast in lifestyle with that I experienced growing up could not be more stark. These kids live in mansions with bedrooms bigger than most third-world homes that have ensuite bathrooms. They get sports cars for their sixteenth birthdays. But they also get nannies and housekeepers who raise them in the absence of their pre-occupied parents.

I grew up in a small cape cod style 2-storey with outhouse in rural Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia. We had hand-pumped running water but no telephone until I was 10. We didn't have a gym but we did get to shovel up to 5-ft of snow from our quarter-mile-long driveway in winter and split firewood in summer. If you wanted mail delivery you had to make sure the rural mail driver, a cousin, could get to your box. Travel for me was by bicycle on dirt roads and I regularly made the 1.2 mile trip, a mile of it uphill to visit my grandfather's home. One winter I got storm-stayed there by a blizzard and didn't make it home until my Father came to get me with the horse and sleigh. I bought my first car with my own money when I was thirty, a Datsun B-210.

The lifestyle these poor little rich kids take for granted involves parents who feel an equal sense of entitlement. Their offspring are showered with every possible indulgence but their parent’s time and affection. Raising their own kids is not allowed to interfere with their own pursuit of happiness. Given parents who are rarely home and often divorced and separated their offspring feel a sense of detachment and resentment. This lack of communication leaves both with hurt feelings and a sense of helplessness and ingratitude. Where did I go wrong, what didn’t I give them? Add private schools, peer pressure, teenage angst, growing up, and sex to the mix and you have the recipe for this book.

Told from the point of view of Ryan a rather self-aware 16-year-old with adoring younger identical twin sisters we see this world though his eyes. The central tragedy of his young life is the death of his best friend whose parents couldn’t be bothered to return from Cannes on the occasion of their son’s earlier nearly fatal drug overdose. When he has ‘that’ talk with his father the concern is not about the fact that he’s sexually active but that he’s playing safe. When the inevitable confrontation comes it is the child that raises the parents though to his credit the father makes time to listen. Once more the author doesn’t seem to know how to bring her book to a conclusion leaving us with a typical happily after impression of things to come.

The Hunger Games Trilogy

I've now completed reading the entire trilogy. Book one tells the story of Katniss and Peeta's experience in their initial Hunger Games. Book two has them returning for the 75th annual event. Book three chronicles the revolt of the 13 districts after discovery of the clandestine underground bunkered District 13 and their nuclear weapons. Katniss having been rescued from the arena in book three is exploited as the face and symbol of the rebellion as the Mockingjay. The author reserves a few more surprises for the reader but the ending regrettably seems to just peter out.

The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games

by

Suzanne Collins

Made into a movie starring Liam Hemsworth better known for his sometime association with Miley Cyrus. The other ‘man’ is Josh Hutcherson who has a much larger acting experience and the girl at the centre of it all is played by Jennifer Lawrence. Picked up a copy of the DVD but decided to read the book first so back to it. By the way the individual books are a better buy in E-Book Format than the trilogy as a whole.

To stick with movie terminology for a moment this is  a high-concept novel written for young adults. Bucking the trend toward paranormal romance involving werewolves, vampires, and other magical creatures the people here are real but the reality they inhabit is a distopian society of an imaginary future. Genre bending it plays like a Reality TV Show the action playing out in the present with constant flashbacks to the past. Whether this be intended as a parody in the manner of Orwell’s 1984 is unclear.

The gender neutral names given the teens leaves their sex in doubt for several chapters however it soon becomes apparent that basic survival is nore important than romance here. Despite the hype surrounding Liam Hemsworth his part in the movie is played down even more than the character Gale in the book. As Jennifer Lawrence says in an interview in the supplements disk movie scripts tend to ruin the book. The reality TV Show analogy is apt, the action being to a large degree scripted, in this case totally so.

The book and the movie are so intertwined I’ll do a single blog entry regarding both. Whereas a book tells  you how it happened, a movie shows you; therefore a scene that may take several pages to set up in text passes in seconds on screen. On the other hand before CGI things the imagination can do are damn near impossible sometimes on screen. Holllywood loves young romance so it could not resist playing up the relationship between Peeta and Katniss.

Whether or not Suzanne Collins is aware of it the short story The Lottery by Shirley Jackson published in the June 26, 1948 edition of The New Yorker bears a striking resemblence to this plot line, or should I put it the other way round. The other parallel is The Most Dangerous Game based on a short story by Richard Connell that dates back to 1924 proving that there isn’t very much new under the sun.

Prince William: The Man Who Will Be King

Prince William: The Man Who Will Be King
By
Penny Junor

There is a certain irony to the fact that in reading this book I make myself an accessory to those who would invade the privacy of a man who, barring calamity, I am unlikely to ever see crowned King as his father, first in line, is only one year my elder. I cannot forget the date of his parent's wedding as they did it on my birthday. When that marriage began to fail I distinctly remember the advice attributed to the ghost of Prince Charles progenitor Henry VIII, "Off with her 'ead". His Royal Highness' uneasy relationship with the press was dramatically illustrated in the recent movie, The Queen, which dramatizes the circumstances of his mother's death. Both Charles and Diana were complicit in the publicity war that preceded her death.

The Royal Family have a love-hate relationship with the press. William's grandfather once famously turned a garden hose on a photographer. The Royals seek publicity as a means of communicating with their subjects and welcome coverage of their many civic duties. The Queen's Christmas Message is broadcast to millions. At the same time the tabloid press' obsession with celebrity makes any photo captured by the paparazzi especially if it is compromising worth tens of thousands. As any sports figure will tell you it's unsafe to adjust an athletic support or scratch an itch anywhere that a cell-phone or camera can capture it and the event can be on you-Tube today before the act has attained the desired relief.

Modern technology places our heroes right in our living rooms and the advertising that accompanies sporting events makes possible 8 figure salaries. TV and internet coverage makes these celebrities feel like part of the family and fuel our curiosity about their private lives. Where does a movie star or rock musician's desire for publicity end and the invasion of privacy begin. What limits should be placed on Fleet Street's desire to know. Where does our ownership of the Royal Family as the embodiment of our Nation end and their right to a private life begin. Modern technology has blurred that line and made them accessible as never before.

As is highlighted in this book the present Queen has lived a closeted life and was raised in an age in which a hands off mentality existed. Little is known of her personal preferences and private desires. Her grandson lives a more public life and finds privacy much more difficult to attain. Part of the allure of sovereignty has always been the mystery that has traditionally surrounded it. The degree to which familiarity can breed contempt endangers that allure. In an age when a determined terrorist who is not afraid to die in attaining his goals is almost impossible to stop a sovereign's Personal Protection Officers face a daunting task. It is an age when even the Pope feels obliged to ride in a bullet-proof 'popemobile'.

All this said I am as guilty as any in soaking up the juicy tidbits. I recently read the 60-page spread in MacLean's detailing the life of Canadian Royalty--Justin Trudeau. I was amused to read that the future head of the Church of England had to ask Mummy, what denomination am I? One can understand the reticence both William and Harry have in accepting new friends always wondering if there are ulterior motives. As is related in this tome many of their indiscretions are stories fabricated by associates in need of extra pocket money. Even their own press secretaries are not above using spin to make 'The Firm' look good. The discussion of the relevance of the monarchy in these modern times is the provenance of another discourse.

Interestingly enough I note that this book had come down in price since I bought it at a supposedly bargain price but has since been bumped up to $11.99. Whether you'd want to read it depends on your interest in the Monarchy. It adds little to what has not already been available to a follower of the Royals in the public record. At times in detailing the minutia of his life the book drags dreadfully, becomes tedious.

He has been so absent from the scene I'd forgotten Spencer's Eulogy in which he promised that his family would be active in the princes lives, that absence proves his oration was simply an attempt to embarrass the Royal Family before hundreds of millions.

The Royal Family no longer rule as such and are now considered to be above politics but they have discovered that through Royal Patronage they can have a positive influence upon the charities of their choice. Endeavours they support can be bolstered simply by their lending their names as Royal Patron and fund raising boosted if they make a carefully planned appearance as little as once a year. A Friend has met Prince Phillip several times because of his mentoring of Outward Bound. Princes Harry and William and now William's wife Kate have taken Patronage several steps further by sponsoring forums in which the charities they support meet in round table to share ideas and even participate in joint ventures. Their next step was to form a Foundation whose purpose is to provide seed money to fund the start-up of charities in areas of concern to the princes: disadvantaged youth, veterans, and conservation.

Twould have been a kindness if the series of pictures at the end of the book had been adapted to full page views for the electronic version, as it is they become very small on a tablet. The index forms fully 20% of the book.

Flame of Resistance

Flame of Resistance
by
Tracy Groot

The book begins in the cockpit of a fighter plane as the pilot is being shot down over German occupied Vichy France in 1944. The pilot is rescued and recruited by the French Resistance. The story continues with members of the French Underground and the brothel where intelligence gathering is carried on. The background highlights the privations suffered under the German occupation and the things those who live under it have to do to survive.

If this sounds like dry material blame this writer. The author makes it all sound compelling and leads the reader along as the tension builds in the lead up to an expected Allied Invasion and the operatives stress levels increase with fear of detection and torture.

This book has movie script written all over it. Can’t say who would play the very tall handsome blue-eyed, very blonde American Airman of Dutch Ancestry but the part has movie star written all over it.

Muscular Verse

The Root of Lightning
by
Michael Spring

This is muscular verse written by a man who works with his hands and trains others in the martial arts. It is so much easier to see other’s inconsistencies and incongruities. A builder turns concept into the concrete, a fighter attacks from stealth and surprise, a poet bares his soul making himself vulnerable. The lines in this book reveal all three qualities at once. Michael makes you sense the satisfaction a boxer feels when he trains and lands those blows on the heavy bag, the oneness with his own body and strength. The love and pride a father feels in seeing his son grow. The power of nature when a storm strikes. The empathy of a caring soul who sees pain and would ease it. This is verse to be experienced, not dissected. It benefits from being read aloud. Enjoy it as I have.

I’d Like to Apologize to Every Teacher I Ever Had: My Year as a Rookie Teacher at Northeast High

by Tony Danza, yes, that Tony Danza

If the lad suffered from Attention Deficit Disorder maybe that explains that rambling title.

The school is a multi-level colossus that even boasts its own police station. Everyone entering the building passes through metal detectors. The teachers are required to sign in each day with an amazon who acts as the gorgan at the gate. I realize that I last entered a Nova Scotia High School in the 60ies but it’s sad to think that it’s come to this. Really haven’t thought about the possibility that such measures prevail at Halifax’s new High School. I know for a fact that such conditions do not apply to the high school I visited in St. John’s NFLD or to schools in Austin Texas and certainly not to schools in Oakville.

The book is enimently readable though the final afterwords do become somewhat pedantic and preachy.

AWOL on the Appalachian Trail

As one who spent his working life walking 10 miles a day 5 days a week I find it hard to credit the number of blisters, bunions, and other foot problems this hiker talks about having. Now I realize we’re talking about a 42-year-old computer programmer but even so I can’t believe the amount of trouble he describes having with blisters, bunions, and infection. A picture I saw the other day reminds me of the hazards of having narrow hips and legs that chaff between the thighs literally creating friction that wears holes in the pant legs. Not a personal problem. After 70,000 miles of walking a mail route I can count only a few blisters, on my toes, not my heels. Mind you I know well enough to never start walking 10-miles a day with brand new boots. No matter what shoe stores may claim there is no such thing as a shoe that doesn’t require breaking in. One would have thought someone about to embark on a 2000-mile-hike would have started with a set of well-broken in boots he felt comfortable wearing. I can’t believe that someone started out on such a trek without having sorted out his footwear before he started. Walking a treadmill in runners hardly equates with hiking in the woods.

I have had mild cases of shin splints when I got on a route with a great number of steps up to each house. Certain neighbourhoods are notorious for this. It doesn’t take long in bad weather before one stops attempting to climb icy steps. In one neighbourhood ignoramuses compound the problem by tying their dogs up on gated doorsteps. Approaching a strange dog in a confined space is always a hazard. If someone in a car asks for their mail with a dog inside one must always ask them to reach out the window toward you, never the opposite. Believe I got side-tracked there. When there are ice storms Canada Post has had so many fall related injuries that Workman’s Comp threatens to refuse coverage due to the employee recklessly endangering himself.

The one issue I do have and one that continues is the build up of callus on my heels and along the edges of my soles. My soul probably has calluses as well but that’s another matter. Where some people have sweaty feet mine are dry and the build up of dry callus leads to cracking and even bleeding. When I’m on the road I miss the opportunity to soak my feet and scruff off excess skin.

There is a chapter or so devoted to the issue of defecating along the trail. No mention is made of avoiding poison ivy. Hikers carry a plastic trowel and a roll of tissue for the purpose. At least male hikers have the advantage of voiding liquid in an upright position. The writer describes the proces in the rudest of terms. All water consumed must be pumped through a filter or treated with purification tablets.

The Bruce Trail is 500 miles and at some time or other I have hiked most of it. End-to-enders have recorded hiking the entire stretch but most do not set out to do it in one season or as a through hike. The idea of completing a 2000-mile hike from start to finish is rather daunting. When one is backpacking everything one needs every ounce counts. An entire industry surrounds the provision of high tech light weight sleeping bags, tents, cooking utensils, stoves, water bottles and clothing. Food is freeze-dried and reconstituted by adding boiling water. If this sounds expensive you have the right idea. Backpacks even come with built-in solar panels. One of the writer’s fellow travelers had a cat that sat atop his pack and fed on the mice that infested the shelters along the trail. Combine crowded shelters and people eating in a confined area and vermin are bound to follow. Litter is quite another issue.

It may seem counter-intuitive but walking downhill causes more stress to the lower extremities than climbing up, the steeper the incline the more this is so. I am waiting for a chapter on the costs attached to hiking this trail. His pack, tent, tarp, clothing, rain gear, boots, dried food, cooking gear, restaurant food, lodging, car rentals, pay phone bills. I would expect a modern hiker to have a GPS enabled smartphone these days.

In his afterword the author talks about the practicalities of the trip. Aside from lost wages the trip cost him approximately $5000 plus about $1000 worth of gear he purchased in preparation for the trip. His most telling regret is not taking more pictures and allowing for more serendipity. In the end the journey’s the thing, not getting there. ..http://theatguide.com/NewGear.html

Beyond Band of Brothers

Were Richard Winters around to take my advice I’d try to tell him to get himself a better ghost writer--Sebastian Junger, for example. This one makes a lot of grammatical mistakes the editor seems to have been little better at catching and writes like a newspaper reporter. In the second place this present memoir adds little to what has already been published in Ambrose’ Band of Brothers and David Kenyon’s even better Parachute Infantry upon which the former seems largely based. Ironic that Kenyon’s book was unpublishable until Tom Hanks and Company made the mini-series. The present tome was written 60 years too late in reaction to the previously noted publications.

Somehow I managed to miss the fact that the same production team did a similar project on the war in the Pacific. Must check that out.

One thing an 80-something vet does feel free to write about is the number of friendly-fire deaths that occurred even during WW#2. Modern weapons and targeting technology makes hand to hand combat less frequent. Snipers can shoot miles, artillery hundreds, cruise missiles frightening distances, bombs can be dropped from 5 miles up, lasers can target from space. When you consider that NASA mis-programmed to miss Mars by 500,000 miles with a 10-billion dollar rocket the fact that unplanned targets get hit is not surprising.

If Winters wrote this memoir to ‘set the record straight’ then the one thing he does do is show how the writing of a good movie script serves to conflate characters, alter the order of events, and make selective use of the facts. A book tells you what happened, a movie shows you what happened. In the end, of course, as Winters points out the facts of the matter are those seen by the writer from his vantage point and each individual will have a different version of any one engagement.

Ysabel

Ysabel by Guy Gabriel Kay is a reality meets fantasy kind of tale. Reality is 15-year-old Ned from Westmount in Provence with his father  who is on a photo-shoot with three assistants. Intersecting is a two-thousand five hundred year old feud between two men over a woman. When the kid gets in over his head his Aunt and Uncle from England show up and he invokes a child’s prerogative and decides, “I want my Mommy”. Mommy was in Darfur with Doctors Without Borders and he’s glad for a valid excuse to remove her from harm’s way. Throw in a girl Ned’s age. On the fantasy side meet Celtic invaders and Romans, Druidic rituals, and an ancient massacre of 200,000 Celts. Throw in French Cafés, ancient ruins, wild boars, enchanted wolves, and shape-shifting owls. If you can buy into all that then you have at base a story of a young man’s coming of age.

The Viceroy of Ouidah

The Viceroy of Ouidah

 

                    by Bruce Chatwin

 

Little seems to have changed in Africa or Brazil in 200 years.

 

Two lines in this 100-page tome stand out:

 

“War is for taking heads, not selling them attached to bodies.”

 

“But Blacks believe the Devil is White.”

 

Chatwin writes his own ‘Heart of Darkness’.

Clay's Way

Clay’s Way by Blair Mastbaum is set in Hawaii. Guide books would have you believe that Hawaiians are a racially tolerant society. These would be written by the same demographers who once termed Oakville the richest community in Canada ignoring majority who live at or below the poverty line. Just last week I was reminded of how much this has become the case when someone panhandled me in the parking lot of an upper class suburban mall. A thing that is common place on the streets of Toronto but unknown until recent years on the streets of Oakville.

 

To Native Hawaiians there can never be forgiveness for the Haoles who invaded their islands and destroyed their culture and way of life deposing their king. Knowing your place is important and enclaves tend to be uni-racial in nature. Attempting to crash a surfing break will make you quickly learn that surfers jealously guard their bits of ocean.

 

As in 1941 today the military is a major presence in the Hawaiian Islands. Their bases are everywhere as must be men in uniform throughout the islands. The dollars and jobs they bring may be welcome but competition for the attention of island females cannot be.

 

Sixteen-year-old Sam is a pain in the ass to his parents and his friends alike. He is not a kid I’d want to meet or have dealings with. He smokes, drinks, tokes and will do whatever drugs he can get his hands on. He skate boards but by his own admittance will never do it well. He does not surf but he dabbles in martial arts and otherwise spends his time hanging with his buddies and beating off. Did I mention he’s gay and he writes Haikus.

 

Much of the book is devoted to his infatuation, nay obsession with nineteen-year-old Clay who embodies the ideals he aspires to. Where Sam’s parents are white Clay’s are Portuguese. Sam possesses an aura, a swagger, a persona Sam would love to emulate. However Sam lacks the body, the years, the self-possession, the machismo, the skills to pull any of it off. Clay is somehow flattered by Sam’s devotion and allows him to play along until the point where Sam becomes a nuisance and an utter embarrassment. There’s being a free spirit and being aware of when to play it cool; Sam never knows when to stop. The end comes with Clay giving Sam a black eye in front of his surfing buddies to recoup his rep.

 

 

Fire

Giving this book the title, “Fire”, is an advertising ploy on the part of its publishers. Only the first two essays of this series, all published first elsewhere, are about Wildfire; the remaining 168 of its 224 pages deal with wide-ranging topics around the world, mainly involving war in all its gory manifestations. The term ‘adrenalin junkie’ seems to have been coined to describe Junger. His book-cover photos reveal an ultra fit wiry frame and a square-jawed face with piercing eyes. Another term once used to describe the author of Source of the Nile, Christopher Ondaatje, would be alpha male. The term fits.

 

Whether the average reader is interested in the science of fire is debatable but it’s sprinkled liberally in these 56 pages. No one could accuse Sebastian Junger of being simply a voyeur though his assignments manage to take him to the world’s least desirable vacation spots. One has to be just a little bit suicidal to jump out of a perfectly good aircraft but to do so into a potentially life-threatening wildfire would seem doubly so. Having read Junger’s War one would come to the conclusion that the man lives for danger. To willingly go to the places he has been and get so close to the action one must either be crazy or value life so little that throwing it away for the sake of a story makes sense. His photographic partner Chris Etherington died reporting on the situation in Libya making Restrepo his final opus.

Alone in the Wilderness

Alone in the Wilderness

                    By Hap Gilliland

 

is set to begin with in Billings, Montana. I’m happy to say that I spent several days in Billings camped beside the Yellowstone River. Flint Red Coyote is a Native American Cheyenne fresh off the Rez attempting to cope with the cultural and social dislocation caused by the move to a big city school. He is fortunate in the friends he picks; Jose, a Mexican-American lad he knew in past years and Tobey a brilliant girl with a mix of Native American and Finnish in her background. His third friend is Roger, a local boy whose grudging respect he wins.

 

The decision to spend three months roughing it alone in the Beartooth Wilderness is occasioned by the rough and tumble of classroom life but challenges Flint in ways he couldn’t originally conceive. Whereas Flint is concerned with learning survival skills that will keep him housed, warmed, and fed in the wilderness his Grandfather Wolf Runner is more concerned with his spiritual and mental preparedness. If  you’ve met the average teen who gets antsy if separated from their i-Pod and texting device you know what I mean. Grown men have been driven mad by solitary confinement, three months alone in the wilderness for a teenager is a life sentence.

 

While Flint collects clothing, a Tipi, dried food, bow and arrows, a sled and builds his stamina by jogging and stair-running Grandfather prescribes prayer and spiritual preparation to teach Flint determination/courage/fortitude, self-confidence. Just before his departure Grandfather sets up a sweat lodge ceremony and recommends that when Flint is ready he should go on a Vision Quest, an “Indian” rite of passage that involves fasting, hallucinatory plants, leading to a dream state in which one is visited by an animal guiding spirit.

 

Flint spends his three months in the wilderness, climbs Montana’s highest peak, finds his totem during a vision quest: a night hawk, survives a blizzard without food, successfully hunts deer with bow and arrow, and after all that ends up rescuing one of his friends who gets turned around coming to bring him home.

Looking For It

Looking For It

                    Michael Thomas Ford

 

This being an author I admire I’m going to examine the mechanics of writing. The fact that he writes gay literary fiction is unimportant, good writing is good writing.

 

How does one introduce the principal characters. Does one jump into the story and introduce them on the fly or take time to describe each in detail. What is important for the reader to know—their physical appearance, their professions, their living arrangements, and in gay lit their sexual preferences, are they out or still closeted. When dialogue is involved do you use he said/she said, “quotation marks”, —dashes, none at all. Whose point of view is the story told from.

 

In the present case a brief chapter is devoted to each main character or character grouping.

 

Mike Monaghan—is bartender at the Engine Room, one of three gay bars in the Cold Falls area.

 

John Ellison is a high school chemistry teacher. Russell Harding is his live-in lover and manages a Department Store.

 

Pete Thayer is a closeted, (to himself), mechanic who likes head without any foreplay, the rougher the better.

 

Simon Bird is a senior who recently lost his life’s partner.

 

Father Thomas Dunn is an Anglican Priest who chose the church over his childhood gay crush. Joseph died of aids but Thomas still cherishes his memory and keeps his picture blaming himself for his friend’s death.

 

Stephen Darby is an accountant who works from his home next door to his parents and his married brother beside them. He engages in online fantasies as bringing someone home is impossible and being out for the night would involve painful explanations.

 

Sometimes it doesn’t pay to look too closely at a text. In Chapter 5 the pot roast is nearly done and pie turned out well but a few pages later the host carries a cake into the dining room.

 

This book involves more gay sex than any of the others I’ve read and it shows up early on in the story. Ford is among a group of gay authors who write literary fiction. This is not bad writing to stimulate someone’s sexual fantasies. However I believe it time he moved beyond writing boy meets girl, or in this case boy meets boy, novels and found themes involving mature lasting relationships. Surely there is more to life than the struggle to come out to oneself and the world. The gay community needs literary role models that involve more than one-night-stands leading to happily ever after scenarios. Life is not a fairy tale—pun not intended.

back Roads

back roads by Tawni O’Dell

Eighteen-year-old Harley got a crash course in adult responsibilities. His best friend went off to university without saying goodbye bringing him to the conclusion that their friendship had been based on propinquity and convenience. His Mother goes to jail for shooting his abusive Father and overnight he becomes a Legal Adult with three dependants--all girls, a social worker, and a state-provided therapist. Working two dead-end jobs is one thing but being the object of constant attention because your dirty laundry is being aired on the National News at 11 is quite another. Dealing with a pubescent female is any parent’s nightmare but how does a teenage ‘father’ cope? What can he say when his 12-year-old sister announces she thinks she just got her first period?

Where most teens wouldn’t think twice about replacing the toilet paper Harley has to figure out where Mum stored the supplies. Where is the cupcake pan to bake for his little sister’s school? Where are the spare lightbulbs stored? As role model Harley had a father who expressed all emotions with violence, even happiness occasioned backslapping and arm punching, an excuse to get drunk and destructive. If as his Mother’s eldest and only son he had an Oedipal complex Harley now can’t bear the thought of visiting her in prison though he has to drive his sisters there and wait. Opening the door to his parent’s room is akin to visiting his Father’s grave. Out of necessity he does drive his Father’s truck and wear his Father’s camo jacket. It is quite another matter to deal with the loss of Satellite TV which like so many other things in their reduced circumstance they can no longer afford. Since they aren’t on welfare they lack medical coverage.

Women are a mystery to most men, Harley has four to deal with three of whom are his responsibility. What should a father do when he discovers his 16-year-old daughter making out on the living room couch at 2:30 AM in the morning? Harley incinerates the couch, given his choices the least destructive means of dealing with his anger. Harley is not immediately a likeable character--it takes some time to warm up to him, but a young man deprived of his youth by circumstance deserves our sympathy, our pity would be rightly thrown back in our faces.

There are three parties to any family history of child abuse: the abusing parent, the abused child or children, and the parent and/or other adults in their lives that were aware of the situation and took no measures to put a stop to it. Add America’s gun culture and the potential for violence is obvious and it Harley who reaps the whirlwind. The horror of the trauma that completes this story will haunt my dreams for some time to come--this is not a book for young people or anyone with a delicate constitution.

The Wildfire Season

Andrew Pyper’s Wildfire Season interweaves 5 distinct storylines. There is the college-aged Miles whose job as a forest fire fighter blows up in his face killing a younger co-worker and scarring him physically and emotionally so that he runs away from his girlfriend of some years without even leaving a note behind. Six years later Miles is fire boss in a remote Yukon community and his girlfriend shows up with the daughter he wasn’t aware existed. His neighbour Margot is out hunting a grizzly as guide to a 70-year-old millionaire executive who wants to bag a ‘Boone and Crockett Grizzly’. There is the story of the Mother Grizzly and her two yearling cubs. And finally the wildfire--was it set by a firestarter? Miles and his four-man crew are sent out to extinguish that fire but it explodes overnight from a 5 acre smoker to a 500 acre firestorm that has already claimed at least one life and threatens an entire town.

The opening chapters seem awkward but once the stories gain momentum the reader is carried along like the fire that erupts at its core. A book with so many changes in point of view and timelines, real and imagined, demands a lot of its reader. There is no time to stop and daydream when a fire is racing toward you like the ‘Kid’ in this story. Whether it’s a grizzly that is tracking you or a firestorm there is no motive or emotion involved, just a force of nature. The overarching story here is that of the central character, the fire but Miles is the genuine hero. After leading the surviving members of the hunting party to safety through the middle of the fire and learning that his girlfriend and daughter are trapped in its path he charges back through the middle of that fire and leads them back out against all odds--the firestorm, a maniac with a rifle, and a marauding grizzly. To climb a mountain range and walk twenty miles through fire may seem foolhardy, to do so twice more super-human.

Kit's Law

Newfoundland has produced a parcel of young writers. The move from storyteller to written page seemingly a short distance. Alas most of them seem to need to leave home to embark on their trade. Nostalgia it seems is best engaged in from a distance. Donna Morrisey cunningly evokes the claustrophobia of outport life where outside males are brought in to keep bloodlines clean. There are few secrets in a small closed community, the sense of being under constant scrutiny can become oppressive. And it’s the secrets kept from one that can serve to cause the greatest heartache.

“It ain’t fair.
“No it isn’t. And the fault is ours for expecting it to be so.

“No! I’m done listenin’. I’ve been listenin’ to others all m life. And fightin’! Fightin’ to hold onto what’s mine. And thankin’ everybody for lettin’ me do so. Well, I’m tired of smilin’ for your blessin’s, all the time smilin’, feelin’ grateful but never proud. I want to live my own life, as I see fit.”

Charity may be good for the soul of the giver but exacts a burden upon the needy. Outport life is primal and complicated in its simplicity.

The Naming of the Dead

Murder mysteries are not normally a genre I embrace and I’m not normally a follower of the best-seller list but I’ve always been willing to read anything that’s well-written. The Scottish writer Ian Rankin’s Inspector Rebus Series broke onto the literary scene three decades ago and has since stretched to nearly 20 volumes and a few spin-offs. Not only well-written and unabashedly set in the Edinburgh section of Scotland but also redolent of local colour, locations, language, and most particularly its smoky back-room bars; its protagonist, John Rebus, is a heavy-smoking, alcoholic detective so obsessed with his work he has no life outside it. His lifestyle and diet would lead one to believe that most Scots do not live long enough to burden society with supporting their retirement years. In his memoir Rebus’s Scotland, Rankin admits that in the flesh he would probably not get along well with his fictional creation, a sentiment I would share. Working with him would be trying and being his boss, a nightmare. John Hannah portrayed him in a TV Movie version of some of the books and I found him so insufferable I couldn’t watch.

 

Stuck in Oakville I have beguiled my time with my library which I’ve found to contain all the volumes I have yet to read and the one named above is the pen-ultimate opus. Regrettably I have read these books as they became available this side of the pond which is unfortunate because although each book is self-contained, the principal characters age with the story in chronological order. The trade-paperback version I am reading has been given the first-class treatment accorded only best-selling authors: pages of glowing reviews up front, chapter headings given the full-page treatment with slip sheets following, page breaks after each chapter, a large eminently readable font, and heavy quality vellum.

 

Last summer Toronto was held hostage by the circus that is a G-8/G-20 summit and the present novel sees Edinburgh gripped by a similar fate. I said at the time that a remote Arctic Lodge or island seemed a better venue and note that one wag in the novel suggested using a decommissioned oil platform out in the middle of the North Sea. Rebus’ diet tends to fatty takeaway, Chinese, and Indian Curry washed down with copious pints of IPA and Scotch Whisky. His choice in pop music figures strongly throughout the series. Six foot two, over-weight, and bristling at incoming laws against public smoking; a loner who has never been part of any team; the man antagonises his superiors but gets results in spite of or because of his unorthodox methods.

 

Rankin’s style is to have the reader follow the clues along with his detectives. The reader is given no insights that are not available to the people in his storyline. As in real life not every plot is given a satisfying ending and often the reader is left at the end of the tale wondering what just happened to him. Rarely are plotlines tied up in neat bundles for us. Not all crimes are solved. People commit crime and those who would enforce the law are as fallible and those they hunt. Crime sells media and its dissemination makes the public uneasy; police services exist to give people a sense of security, or so writes Rankin. As Scott Turow would have it justice is what can be proven in a court of law. The investigation of crime it would seem is no less arbitrary. When it comes to law, government, and those in power and authority the lines between morality, right and wrong, and justice seem to become blurred. As Rebus approaches retirement his level of cynicism and sarcasm grow, however ever a bull in the china cabinet he is not to be deterred once a mystery strikes his fancy and will worry it like a dog its bone even when saner minds would back down.

 

Success comes with its costs. When Sir Arthur Conan Doyle tired of coming up with new challenges for Sherlock Holmes he finally attempted the ruse of having him killed off to discourage his public. In Exit Music Rankin has Rebus retire. All the same having DS Clarke bring young street cop Todd Goodyear into the fold adds new zest to the mix, he’s even given a tasty back story; leaving the door open for a new round of adventures should the author so wish. Never trust a mystery writer until the last twist on the last page, so much for my insights.

Breaking Clean

Judy Blunt’s Breaking Clean begins with the neighbour boy squatting over a bottle of whiskey with her Father on the front porch while they negotiate for her hand in marriage. With land and cattle at his disposal he is accounted a good catch despite being 12 years her senior. Her side of the bargain would be to birth and rear his sons, keep house, tend the home garden, and attend to his needs. The fact that she might have had other aspirations like a college education did not enter the negotiations. When the marriage started falling apart 12 years later the husband when asked how often he’d told his wife he loved her stated on the day he married her, he never took it back. Clearly the two had differing expectations. It is instructive that all three of her children chose to remain with their Mother.

What follows is an all-too-familiar story of her Montana Prairie Homesteading childhood. Large families in cramped shacks with outdoor plumbing, one-room schools, howling winter blizzards, spring prairie grass fires, mud in spring and fall, summer droughts, hoppers and the privations of mind, body, and spirit. Told from the perspective of a woman capable of breaking a horse, riding the range, and slinging bales of hay with the best of them she balks at the inequity of being consigned to the sole preserve of women’s work.

A world where women’s names occupied equal status on ranch deeds but all important decisions were made by husbands. The lesson is learned early when younger brothers get to do men’s work and older sisters women’s. Biology plays girls an ugly trick and this one spends an entire year attempting to conceal her budding breasts even attempting to lance them like the cow’s cankers she helped her father treat.

Once the book leaves the ranch and descends into feminist manifesto it loses some of its appeal. Barely into her teens the author learns that no matter what her contribution to the family farm it will be her brothers who get to take it over, daughters have no rights. When, at 18, she marries a man nearly twice her age she discovers that although the farm and ranch house have been turned over to her husband, her father-in-law still expects to manage the day-to-day operation of the family business. Her contribution is the management of the home, the house garden, the children, and the preparation of daily meals for her family, the hired hands who live in the bunkhouse, and even her father-in-law. She is expected to keep her nose out of the running of the farm--the hired hands do not take orders from her, and she cannot write cheques on the family business account. Worse, her mother-in-law arrives daily to rearrange the dishes and pots and pans in her cupboards and oversees her grocery bills with disdain.

Dealing with a critically ill child and managing a home when roads can be impassable for months at a time due to mud and snow drifts further isolates a woman beyond the reality of living 50 miles from the nearest small town and 30 from the nearest community, almost as far from the nearest neighbour. If you had any notions of the romantic nature of homesteading on the prairies this book will take the micky out of them.

The Land of the Painted Caves

Being Jean Auel’s sixth in the Children of Earth Series it finds our heroine heavily involved in her training as a medicine women and preoccupied with raising her infant child. Who knew that prehistoric society was so matriarchal or at least egalitarian. We repeated read stanzas from the Great Earth Mother Creation Myth. Seems it was a woman who gave birth to the world and created a mate for herself that appears to be the sun. When she got around to creating people it was a woman who was first created and a man came later to provide her with a mate. As much as the Biblical account of creation shows a chauvinistic bias that has served to put women in their place this account acknowledges women’s role as nurturers and caregivers seeing a female as the agent of creation.

A large part of the novel is taken up with visits to caves and descriptions of the cave paintings in them. The action jumps 4 years in the second section of the book. Ayla is still supported by her six-foot-six-inch blonde companion with the brilliant blue eyes and charismatic appearance. She gets her call as a medicine women and the remainder of the book is taken up with her initiation into the fold at a summer meeting. Somehow this opus lacks the appeal of some of the earlier novels, certain sections seeming to drag on and on.

Breaking Clean

Judy Blunt’s Breaking Clean begins with the neighbour boy squatting over a bottle of whisky with her Father on the front porch while they negotiate for her hand in marriage. With land and cattle at his disposal he is accounted a good catch despite being 12 years her senior. Her side of the bargain would be to birth and rear his sons, keep house, tend the home garden, and attend to his needs. The fact that she might have had other aspirations like a college education did not enter the negotiations. When the marriage started falling apart 12 years later the husband when asked how often he’d told his wife he loved her stated on the day he married her, he never took it back. Clearly the two had differing expectations.

What follows is an all-too-familiar story of her Montana Prairie Homesteading childhood. Large families in cramped shacks with outdoor plumbing, one-room schools, howling winter blizzards, spring prairie grass fires, mud in spring and fall, summer droughts, hoppers and the privations of mind, body, and spirit. Told from the perspective of a woman capable of breaking a horse, riding the range, and slinging bales of hay with the best of them she balks at the inequity of being consigned to the sole preserve of women’s work.

A world where women’s names occupied equal status on ranch deeds but all important decisions were made by husbands. The lesson is learned early when younger brothers get to do men’s work and older sisters women’s. Biology plays girls an ugly trick and this one spends an entire year attempting to conceal her budding breasts even attempting to lance them like the cow’s cankers she helped her father treat.

Once the book leaves the ranch and descends into feminist manifesto it loses some of its appeal. Barely into her teens the author learns that no matter what her contribution to the family farm it will be her brothers who get to take it over, daughters have no rights. When, at 18, she marries a man nearly twice her age she discovers that although the farm and ranch house have been turned over to her husband, her father-in-law still expects to manage the day-to-day operation of the family business. Her contribution is the management of the home, the house garden, the children, and the preparation of daily meals for her family, the hired hands who live in the bunkhouse, and even her father-in-law. She is expected to keep her nose out of the running of the farm--the hired hands do not take orders from her, and she cannot write cheques on the family business account. Worse, her mother-in-law arrives daily to rearrange the dishes and pots and pans in her cupboards and oversees her grocery bills with disdain.

Dealing with a critically ill child and managing a home when roads can be impassable for months at a time due to mud and snow drifts further isolates a woman beyond the reality of living 50 miles from the nearest small town and 30 from the nearest community, almost as far from the nearest neighbour. If you had any notions of the romantic nature of homesteading on the prairies this book will take the micky out of them.