Painting Fakes

I read American Psycho  so you don't have to.  It's a harrowing read and I don't recommend it unless you have a strong stomach. Bret Easton Ellis's 1991 novel is narrated by Pat Bateman, a young man who does something or other on Wall Street.  He seems to have an unlimited amount of money which he spends on designer clothes, gym and health club memberships, high end sound gear and eye-wateringly expensive dinners at exclusive restaurants.  Much of the novel consists of Bateman's descriptions of his dinners and socialising with various companions (you couldn't really call them friends) in which he describes in great detail what they are wearing, the appearance and sexual desirability of the women, the food they order and their absurd, inconsequential conversations.  This is not the harrowing bit. Amidst all the tedium of his day-to-day life Bateman also describes, in the same matter-of-fact tone, a series of gruesome murders which he commits.  The violence i...

"Who is Edward Bellamy?", I hear you ask.  I would have asked the same until a few weeks ago, when I saw his book, Looking Backward: 2000-1887,  in one of our suburb's little street libraries .  I was intrigued and brought it home, and I thought I would share it with you before I put it back. Bellamy was born in Massachusetts in 1850 and came from a well-off family, going to university and eventually qualifying as a barrister.  He soon quit the law, convinced it was just there to uphold the plutocracy.  He could have been a classic 1960's 'angry young man', but born out of time.  From early in his life he was appalled at the slums just a short walk from his own well-off neighbourhood, and after quitting the law he worked as a writer and journalist, criticising child labour and labour laws that allowed prices to rise but wages to stagnate.  He was appalled by poverty and suffering, and was convinced there must be a better way. Looking Backward was the c...

In the home group I'm part of we're currently reading and discussing Palmer J Palmer's Let Your Life Speak, a connected series of essays on the subject of vocation.  Palmer's central idea is that discovering our vocation is not a matter of receiving a message from God, nor about becoming somebody or something, but about recovering our true selves.  He says that we are born as unique, intact selves, but that as we grow the forces of our families, our schools, our churches and our societies lead us to lose sight of our true selves and take on identities which we perceive that others value.  Discovering our true vocation is the process of digging through those adopted selves to rediscover and own the true self we are born to be.   Reading and discussing this book led me back, once again, to my favourite Ursula LeGuin novel, City of Illusions.  This book has featured in this blog before, but like all favourite books it continues to speak, and there is more...

I just read Bill McKibben's Oil and Honey , his memoir of the early days of 350.org, published in 2013.  Of course I already knew who McKibben is - he is the key founder of 350.org and a long-time writer and activist on climate change - and I'd read a few short articles he's written, but this is my first long-form encounter with him, almost a decade after the event.  I may be slow but I get there in the end. McKibben has been writing about climate change for decades.  In 1989 he published The End of Nature , one of the first books to explain climate change to a broad audience.  He kept writing in the years that followed, expecting that sooner or later the penny would drop and governments and corporations would act rationally and reduce their emissions.  Around 2006 he realised this wasn't going to happen without a fight and he teamed up with a few of his students at Middlebury College, Vermont to form 350.org and launch a rolling series of global actions. Oil an...

 I can't remember where I heard about Flatland.  I suspect in more than one place.   Edwin Abbott Abbott was famous in his own time as the principal of a prestigious London school and a writer of school textbooks.  It's fascinating that almost a century after his death, the only reason he is remembered is for a a little book he published in 1884 which the editors of the British Dictionary of National Biography  didn't even feel was worth noting in their entry on him. Flatland: A Romance in Many Dimensions  is, at one level, an extended set of mathematical jokes.  They begin on the title page, where we learn that the tale is narrated by A. Square, a play on Abbott's own name (in mathematical notation his initials could be rendered EA 2 ).  I would not be surprised if many of the geometrical illustrations in the book began their lives as jokes to liven up dull geometry lessons for his pupils. The first part of the story describes the land of Fl...

 I've been reading a couple of books about trees.  It's made me think, are trees just chemical factories, or are they intelligent? The Overstory  by Richard Powers was nominated for the Man Booker Prize in 2018.  It has human characters, because otherwise no-one would read it, but it is quite clearly a novel about trees.  Powers has one of his characters sum up what seems to be his ambition for the book, as Ray and Dorothy Brinkman read their way through The Hundred Greatest  Novels of All Time. The books diverge and radiate, as fluid as finches on isolated islands.  But they share a core so obvious it passes for given.  Every one imagines that fear and anger, violence and desire, rage laced with the surprise capacity to forgive - character  - is all that matters in the end.  It's a child's creed, of course, just one small step up from the belief that the Creator of the Universe would care to dole out sentences like a judge in a federal ...