Non-fiction November: New to my TBR #NonfictionNovember #NonFicNov

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I’m a bit sad that Non-Fiction November is nearly over, however my bookshelf will remember it for a while. This week’s theme is New to My TBR, hosted by Rennie at What’s Nonfiction and here’s the challenge:

It’s been a month full of amazing nonfiction books! Which ones have made it onto your TBR? Be sure to link back to the original blogger who posted about that book!

And of COURSE I didn’t note down who had mentioned what while I knew this week was coming and had been carefully adding to my list and creating this post in drafts. Sorry, people – maybe you’ll recognise and claim “your” book! If you see yours, please add a comment and I do apologise!

In my case, because November to the end of January is typically a time when I don’t add to my bookshelf myself (I’m in three not so secret santas, two of them booky ones, then there’s my birthday in January and I have booky real-life friends, and I don’t want to buy something someone else might have bought me) I have added these to my wish list, most of them highlighted in bold to show I really would like them. I’ll pick up some I haven’t unwrapped during the season using any book tokens that might appear …

Thank you to everyone who’s followed this blog or taken part in NF November and posted marvellous things. I’ll definitely be back next year!

Added to my wishlist during Non-Fiction November as a direct result of someone’s blog post:

Tori Bilski – Wild Horses of the Summer Sun

Stephen Bourne – Mother Country: Britain’s Black Community on the Home Front 1939-1945

Mikita Brottman – The Maximum Security Book Club: Reading Literature in a Men’s Prison

Juno Dawson – The Gender Games

Gretel Ehrlich – The Solace of Open Spaces

Lori Gottlieb- Maybe You Should Talk to Someone

Dan Koeppel – To See Every Bird on Earth: A Father, a Son, and a Lifelong Obsession

John Marshall – Wide-Open World

Fatima Farheen Mirza – A Place for Us

Julie Summers – Uninvited Guests: The Secret Lives of Britain’s Country Houses 1939-45

Paul Theroux – On the Plain of Snakes

Laurence Wright – God Save Texas

Book review – Sandi Toksvig – “Between the Stops” #BetweenTheStops #NetGalley

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I originally just “Wished” for this on NetGalley, having seen it on one of their emails listing generally good books that are in the pipeline so was thrilled to receive an email telling me I’d been randomly selected to read it. And – hooray – it’s published by Virago! Thank you to Virago / Little, Brown for choosing me to read it via NetGalley in return for an honest review.

Sandi Toksvig – “Between the Stops: The View of my Life from the Top of the Number 12 Bus”

(14 October 2019)

Toksvig didn’t want to write an ordinary memoir: she doesn’t come across as a showy person at all and she thinks it would be showy to do so. Instead, what she’s done is write this book, and as she says,

This is about some parts of my life, but it is also about travelling through London on the Number 12 bus.

It reminds me a bit of Jo Brand’s “Born Lippy” in that you get facts and other stuff and snippets of memoir in between, but enough to get a good picture of her life. But instead of that much feminist advice, there’s lots of information about the people and places along the bus route. This is a bus I have caught myself from Peckham, although it starts in East Dulwich and continues through Camberwell into central London, but she picks lots of tiny bits of information out and weaves them together, sometimes despairing that she retains all kinds of peculiar information.

In the details of her life that we get there are funny stories but also serious parts about bigotry she’s seen and experienced and the tabloids hounding here, and sometimes wistful, sometimes funny stories about her journalist father. She’s had a very mobile life, which I hadn’t somehow grasped, starting off in Denmark and spending time in the US before being sent to a British boarding school and going on to Cambridge. We learn where she got her accent and how she got her start in telly and the almost accidental career she’s built since.

There’s just enough about her partners and children to explain things, and yes, you get Bake-Off and QI – one great thing about this book, which is over 430 pages in paperback so a good, solid, read, is that she takes us right up to the present day, so there’s no waiting for the sequel to find out what happened in the next half of her career. There is gossip and fun about shows and people, but never gratuitous, and it’s careful and respectful while being read-out-loud funny at times. She does mention people’s (large) size a bit in a way that feels quite uncomfortable, in an otherwise gentle and non-mocking book: it was the only slightly off note in an otherwise excellent and uplifting read.

 

Book review – Iris Murdoch – “The Green Knight” #IMReadalong @IrisMurdoch

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Iris Murdoch's The Green Knight

It’s time for us to talk about “The Green Knight” – this was always one of my favourites and happily remains one. I bought my paperback copy on 19 Jan 1995, so presumably not long after it came out, and I presume this was my fourth reading of it. Although I felt a bit of confusion around who exactly was reading the John Cowper Powys novel that’s mentioned, I don’t see any lessening of IM’s powers here and it’s a great read with some memorable characters – and, like “The Philosopher’s Pupil”, some scenes narrated by a dog. I read it in my original Penguin paperback as there’s no fancy new Vintage edition; this proved to be useful as I could bung it in my holiday suitcase without worrying, as it has the rings of multiple cuppas on it!

If you’re doing the readalong or even selected books along with me, or of course some time afterwards, do share how you’re getting on and which have been your favourites so far.

Iris Murdoch – “The Green Knight”

(18 January 1995)

Loosely based around the Arthurian legend of Gawain and the Green Knight (it’s almost a shame when Clement realises this and spells it out), we come in in the middle and go back to the beginning, having learned that Lucas Graffe has unintentionally killed a man, then going back to the scene, witnessed by his brother (by adoption) Clement. When a man returns and claims to have returned from the dead and now to want retribution, Clement and Lucas have to work out what to do. Is there a miracle? Is there a saint? There’s certainly a big fancy party and lots of rather strange goings on. And alI the while, Louise is waiting for her three daughters to find their fates and leave her, while other characters move between various handy flats and think about religion. I think his book revolves around whether people are who they say they are and counters of retribution, injury and fate. There are two brothers and three sisters, related folks and their offspring in one of those courts that exist in IM’s novels, plus a seeker of truth and religion and his self-created guru. So lots of classic Murdochian stuff.

Lots of pairings and oppositions exist, from Aleph and Sefton the intellectuals versus Moy, the arty, fey sister through Lucas the sneering professor and Clement the people-pleasing actor to Louise the good mother (and girl) and Joan the bad mother (and girl). There are innumerable fatherless people, including Bellamy, who loses his spiritual father. Louise and Clement meet originally in an empty theatre and then their pivotal encounter occurs in another one. Clement, Anax and Bellamy all fall asleep in cars. Clement faints in his sleep and then when Mir challenges Lucas. Bellamy loses his faith and so does Father Damien, although Mir regains his Buddhist faith. Of course the plot includes double encounters for the Graffes and Mir.

Water exists in terms of tears, fog, and rain, and also the sea at the cottage everyone thinks Bellamy is going to give up. Stones are mainly concentrated around Moy. She also makes masks, a small theme which crops up in almost every novel. London is a strong character with lots of different routes taken and described in detail so you could map them. Harvey and Joan provide hyacinthine curls and red tresses, and Moy cuts off her plait as she matures into her next stage in life.

Characters are divided into those who open windows and those who don’t, and now I feel the need to check the whole of Murdoch to find out if this was a theme I’d not noticed in the rest of the novels.

We have a man waiting outside houses looking in, in this case Peter Mir and various houses, and he’s seen by people looking out. Bellamy chases Mir through the wet streets, providing that common aspect of the novels. Harvey watches outside Lucas’ door and thinks he sees his mother, echoing a similar scene in most.

There is humour in the book – some savage irony e.g. Harvey damaging himself at the end of his ordeal, not during it, but also some funny moments, as when Clement puts on a pompous voice to give his speech which reminds him of the one people put on to play Polonius. The pub landlord is also amusingly very Australian.

Who is our saint? I rather think it is Louise. She is described as leading a life which

even after its great catastrophe, was quiet and calm, a sensible rational life, a decent satisfactory cheerful life, as presaged by her kindly gentle parents and her orderly high-minded school. (p. 3)

and she has a classic IM saint characteristic, there in the books since at least “An Unofficial Rose”:

… her kindness, the way in which … she instinctively made things better, speaking no evil, disarming hostility, turning ill away making peace: her gentleness which made her seem, sometimes, to some people, weak, insipid, dull. ‘She’s not exactly a strong drink!’ someone said. So secretly did she work in her courtesy. (pp. 64-65)

Clement craves her company, “to get a whiff of ordinary good life” and she absorbs his and Harvey’s emotions while not interfering in her daughters’ lives (although she humanly wonders if she should have).

She says Clement wants to suffer for Lucas, but in fact Peter “dies” “for” him and not only once. But I’m not sure Peter is a saint, as he seems to enchant and live in enchantment, and he’s “other” to the characters and their world, like an “alien”. Bellamy is described by Clement as a muddler, which is another saintly attribute, but that doesn’t really go anywhere. Emil exhorts him to “attain your open busy life, helping other people. Why not have innocent happiness as well?” (p. 426) and I feel like Emil echoes N from “The Philosopher’s Pupil” helping others behind the scenes while remaining unencumbered.

Who is the enchanter? Lucas has certainly been created as that by at least Aleph, Sefton and Clement, Harvey, who is “fascinated” by him, and perhaps Peter. It feels in a way that everyone’s been looking for Mir to appear in their lives, but he’s very much a paper tiger or a voice behind a curtain. Is it just that everyone’s seeking something to believe in and control them.

In relationships to other books, of which I found many, as you’d expect near to the end of our project, the girls’ tears might recall the Tears of Blood of Moy’s children in The Sandcastle, who cry at will. Moy’s ducking in the sea recalls the weir scene in “Nuns and Soldiers” and the near-drownings in “The Nice and the Good” et al. The seals at the end which give Moy and Bellamy enlightenment echo Charles Arrowby’s in “The Sea, The Sea”. Moy’s telekenesis links to other novels with supernatural elements – “The Nice and the Good” with the UFOs and “The Philosopher’s Pupil”. The standing stone Moy returns the smaller stone to recalls the stone in “The Message to the Planet” and the lingam stone in “The Good Apprentice”. Anax missing Clement in the park recalls various missed encounters, including in “A Word Child”. The various ordeals gone through by the characters recall again the weir scene in “Nuns and Soldiers”. Tessa’s left-wing writing and women’s refuges reflect various other women who do good on the margins in several other novels. Clement watches Louise sewing and, although he doesn’t say so, we know he likes to. Thus she joins the ranks of Murdochian women observed with a needle and thread. Clement dreams of playing Hamlet, taking us back to “The Black Prince”. The broken telephone, fizzing away, recalls a litany of broken telephones from “The Black Prince” through “The Book and the Brotherhood” and elsewhere. Is the empty, small, steeply raked theatre where they meet Sadie’s theatre from “Under the Net”? I’d love to think so. Going back to this novel, in Clement’s car dream, the darkness is like “lots of knitted steel nets” (p.84). The hospital recalls the one in “The Message to the Planet” and Bellamy is described as a “seeker” which links it, too – maybe this novel is ‘about’ an inmate come out, whereas the previous novel is about being an inmate?

I don’t think my reading of this one has changed that much, although I took note of Louise and her reality a bit more and was less forgiving of the machinations of the younger characters, perhaps. I had forgotten some key outcomes while remembering little details like Moy’s plait.

Please either place your review in the comments, discuss mine or others’, or post a link to your review if you’ve posted it on your own blog, Goodreads, etc. I’d love to know how you’ve got on with this book and if you read it having read others of Murdoch’s novels or this was a reread, I’d love to hear your specific thoughts on those aspects, as well as if it’s your first one!

If you’re catching up or looking at the project as a whole, do take a look at the project page, where I list all the blog posts so far.

Book review – Tayari Jones – “An American Marriage” #amreading

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I was sent this book by my friend Zoe (thank you!) after she’d posted a photo mentioning she was engrossed in it. As she’s a BookCrosser and had registered the book, I took it on a little journey so I could read it and then release it elsewhere. I don’t seem to read many BookCrossing books these days and certainly don’t wild release them in the numbers I used to, so it was nice to be able to do this. As for the book itself – I became engrossed in it, too!

Tayari Jones – “An American Marriage”

(08 November 2019, BookCrossing)

Celestial and Roy have been married for just over a year and are still adjusting to life as a married couple, whcih is not easy and leaves the marriage somewhat fragile. Then, one awful night, Roy is arrested for a crime he didn’t commit: perhaps indeed the crime of being black in the wrong place at the wrong time.

In urban, urbane Atlanta and rural Louisiana, two very different families try to deal with the fall-out of Roy’s imprisonment, and we read letters between the married couple but also between Roy and Celestial’s father and family lawyer. We also cycle between the viewpoints of Roy, Celestial and her long-term best friend, Andre, the boy next door (still), but has he always been carrying a torch for her?

Then we change pace from trying to conduct a marital argument via the post, when Roy is suddenly released from prison. In the most moving scenes in the book, I think, he returns home before heading off to claim his bride. But will their marriage survive his return and, indeed, should it? As Celestial’s career blossoms, should she sit waiting, should she have sat waiting, or should she be out there forging new connections? And how long can Andre patiently support both of them?

There are some wonderful supporting characters, including a great wise aunt. and we’re forced to confront the reality that everyone, from studious teens in The Hate you Give to middle-class white-collar workers in this novel, is at risk of assumptions and brutality that I, with the privileges of a white skin and a female gender, would almost never be likely to have to face.

This is a book about tradition, about fatherhood, about ambition and about masculinity. It makes people think “What would I do?” even as we are not likely to have to face what the characters face. And it’s also a well-paced, moving, positive and page-turning read. I’d recommend it to anyone.


I’m currently reading Sandi Toksvig’s “Between the Stops” which is a sort of autobiography but based around the bus stops on the No 12 in SE London, so bits of history and social history, too. Very funny and entertaining and also recommended.

Non-fiction November: Non-Fiction favourites #NonfictionNovember #NonFicNov

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It’s a new week in Non-Fiction November and this time the theme is nonfiction Favorites which is hosted by Leann at Shelf Aware. The challenge:

We’ve talked about how you pick nonfiction books in previous years, but this week I’m excited to talk about what makes a book you’ve read one of your favorites. Is the topic pretty much all that matters? Are there particular ways a story can be told or particular writing styles that you love? Do you look for a light, humorous approach or do you prefer a more serious tone? Let us know what qualities make you add a nonfiction book to your list of favorites.

This was a hard one to think about. I have been reading non-fiction forever and I think I’ve been attracted to the same areas forever, too. My reading journals go back to 1997 (my blog only to 2007) and looking at what I read in 1997 (for yes, I am inputting them all into a spreadsheet), the non-fiction included (I’ve done this from the titles, some might have got missed out). I’m going by the fact that I finished these, therefore I enjoyed them. I didn’t love all of them I’m sure but some I’ve read again since – definitely some authors have appeared several times.

Murphy, Dervla Tales from two cities

Miedzian, Miriam             Boys will be boys

Rushkoff, Douglas            Cyberia life in the trenches of hyperspace

Tressider, Joy     Hugh Grant

Knox Johnson, Robin      Sea and ice

Lau, Evelyn         Runaway diary of a street kid

Wurtzel, Elizabeth            Prozac nation

Desai, Anita        Journey to Ithaca

Ackroyd, Peter  Blake

Crisp, Quentin   Resident alien

Lee, Hermione  The secret self

Sheldon, Dyan   On the road reluctantly

Hanff, Helene    84 Charing Cross Road

Bull, Angela        Noel Streatfeild

Davies, Ray         X-ray

Gilliatt, Mary      The decorating book

Bryson, Bill          Mother tongue

Adair, John         Effective leadership

Argyle, Michael The psychology of interpersonal behaviours

Lewis, Norman  A goddess in the stones

Theroux, Paul    The great railway bazaar

Dodwell, Christina            Travels on horseback through east Turkey

Holt , John          How children learn

Sacks, Oliver       The island of the colour blind

Sutherland, John              Can Jane Eyre be happy

Sutherland, John              Was Heathcliff a murderer

Theroux, Paul    The happy isles of Oceania

Various,                The weirdest ever Notes & Queries

So that’s basically popular culture, management and business, travel (lots of travel!), language, literature, child development, biography and memoir and psychology with a big of tech.

Fast forward to this year so far and the non-fiction has looked like this:

Tirzah Garwood Long Live Great Bardfield

Chrissie Wellington         A Life Without Limits

Bella Mackie       Jog On

Ian Thorpe          This is Me

Malala Yousafzai              I Am Malala

Ziauddin Yousafzai           Let Her Fly

Alys Fowler         Hidden Nature

Simon Parkes     Live at the Brixton Academy

Lisa Tamati          Running Hot

Elizabeth Emens               The Art of Life Admin

Sara Marcus       Girls to the Front: The True Story of the Riot Grrrl Revolution

Nancy Campbell                The Library of Ice

Mary Mackie      Cobwebs and Cream Teas

Caroline Criado Perez     Invisible Women

Simon Armitage Gig

Mark Boyle         The Way Home

David Coles         Chromatopia

Jeremy Mynott Birds in the Ancient World

Gretl Ehrlich        This Cold Heaven

Paul Newman    Lost Gods of Albion

Michael J Benton             The Dinosaurs Rediscovered

Lynne Murphy   The Prodigal Tongue

Vassos Alexander            Don’t Stop me Now

Steve Haywood Narrowboat Dreams

Stephen Rutt     The Seafarers

Harriet Harman A Woman’s Work

Verily Anderson                Spam Tomorrow

Shaun Bythell     Confessions of a Bookseller

Lara Prior-Palmer             Rough Magic

Robert Phillips   Futurekind

Louise Palfreyman           Once Upon a Time in Birmingham: Women Who Dared to Dream

Jason Fox             Battle Scars

Cy Adler               Walking the Hudson

Martin Gayford The Pursuit of Art

Susan Lacke        Running Outside the Comfort Zone

Richard Grant    Dispatches from Pluto

Gavin Knight       The Swordfish and the Star

Amrou Al-Kadhi Unicorn

Jo Brand               Born Lippy

Ros Ball and James Millar              The Gender Agenda

Clara Parkes       Knitlandia

Garth Cartwright              Going for a Song

David Leboff      No Need to Ask

Clair Wills             Lovers and Strangers

Simon Napier-Bell            Ta ra ra Boom de ay

So that’s a larger percentage of my reads, but again, (a bit less) travel, popular culture esp music, more sociology, biography and memoir, sport is a new one, more nature (and much more to come), transport, feminism, language and a bit of tech (or going tech-free). I don’t think I’ve changed much in these 22 years.

A book is good in my eyes if it makes me think and teaches me something new or how it is or was to live in a particular way/time/place. Probably popular science rather than pure science, but teaching me more about the world, sometimes springing from something I know, sometimes not.

I’ve enjoyed comparing Past Me with Present Me and seeing that what I’ve enjoyed has been pretty much the same! Have your non-fiction tastes changed over the years?

Lots of lovely non-fiction on there to come!

Sedate lady running 11-17 Nov 2019 #amrunning #running

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So this week I got more balance in terms of not thinking it was a good idea to do cardio 4 days in a row, but I didn’t manage to do any yoga. I will get there. And my steps weren’t very even, although I did walk more on the days I didn’t run (and one low-step day had a spin class) and I did reach my 70,000 total by the end of the week. So positive really. Oh, and I got horribly lost in the DARK one day.

Monday – Went to the Monday spin class to try that out. A  bit better for timing, in that it starts at 6.30 not 6.45 although it tailed off more gently as the teacher was doing  her next class at 7.30. It was a great one, though – Maria again, the older woman, and we got a good full body workout – plus I understood some of the moves a bit better.

3,340 steps however about 1,000 of them showed up during spin and I have checked a spin class equals about 9,000 steps.

Tuesday – I ran to my friend Ali’s house to collect some cheese she’d bought for me (I eat Eatlean low-fat cheddar and usually order for a few of us direct from the manufacturer, however I was out of sync with the others, so I asked Ali to get me one block in her online supermarket order). This should have been a simple four-mile run over there plus something on the way back, however, I got to one decision point and just chose plain WRONG. Twice. In the dark.

So I was running from the bottom of the picture, went left instead of straight on, went back on myself, turned myself right around and went right, till I was set on my way back the way I’d come again, straight ahead and rejoined the correct road. Sigh.

I asked a man in a bus company jacket the way (and might have announced “my cousin’s a bus driver, too” and the kind Portuguese man set me right. Worst of all, I had turned tracking on Google Maps on so Matthew could keep an eye on where I was, and I was worrying  he’d be panicking (he wasn’t looking at it, it turns out). I did finally get to Ali’s and she took this pic of me, a bit weird in her sitting room in all my gear (I’m loving my chest light, by the way).

Runner in sitting room

Liz by Ali

I decided to run back THE WAY I KNEW and get the bus, however the bus was going to be 16 minutes so I ran along the bus route for a bit so as not to get cold. I ended up doing 6.7 miles, which was further than I thought I’d get! I did have to race to keep up with the bus schedule towards the end.

6.7 miles, 12:14 mins per mile. 15,466 steps

Wednesday – I didn’t get to yoga. I was waiting in for a delivery of fancy French soaps (well, not fancy, very low number of ingredients and including Savon de Marseille and Savon d’Alep – great for both my problem skin and all the scrapes and chafes of running). I did walk some amount of miles, probably because I went to a gig locally in the evening and walked up there to meet my friend Sarah for a curry first.

Ollie, Liz and Sarah

Ollie, Liz and Sarah at The Men They Couldn’t Hang. Fun fact: I met both of them on the first day of university in 1989 and Ollie is a big runner, too, which neither of us would have predicted at the time.

4,413 steps

Thursday – I met Jenny for an early one and although I was a bit sleep-deprived due to the gig, we  had a nice run out on our usual route. I took a photo of this road name because I’d been talking about it with Sarah the night before – we had a friend who had a house here when we were students in the second year. This also shows a very typical red and blue brick wall and a lovely fine old Edwardian house.

5.4 miles, 12:55 mins per mile. 12,999 steps

Friday – No yoga as I just had too much work. I walked to Lidl the long way around to buy oats (they sell them packaged in a paper bag) and felt good I’d even got this many steps in plus 8+ hours of work and some housework!

5,756 steps

Saturday – My main long run was today although I’ve split it over two days because I was supposed to be officiating at a cross-country event today but it was cancelled due to flooding. I’d arranged to do 7-8 miles and then meet Jenny tomorrow for some more, so that’s what I stuck with. I met Trudie, Mary Ellen and Ruth at the end of my road and we did the 5.5 mile canal route I’d done with Claire the other week, picking up Caroline on the way. You wouldn’t think that building was on a main arterial road out of England’s second city, would you?

Strafford Canal at Alcester Road

Stratford Canal looking back to Alcester Road

Here are the other Ladies, doing … something

Four sedate ladies

Trudie, Ruth, Mary Ellen and Caroline

Trudie has thankfully got over her fall from last week (she says thank you for the kind thoughts) and we didn’t have to climb through so much of the fallen tree this time (see photo of it with Claire last week)!

Fallen tree

Just past the fallen tree. Photo by Caroline (with permission)

Most of us finished back on my road but I ran with Caroline back to her house then wiggled my way around the side streets to make my run up to 8 miles. We had a trip up the high street and then walked the mile there and back to a friend’s house in the afternoon, all upping my step count nicely!

8 miles, 13:00 mins per mile. 26,822 steps

Sunday – It turned out when we met that Jenny and I both almost messaged the other to cancel, but we met early and ran/walked, with the run to and from our meeting and parting spots I ran longer than I’d been expected for a good for me weekly total. Accountability in action. It was nice to be out without the traffic and the park was pretty, although I somehow couldn’t get myself motivated to fish my phone out of the back pocket of my hi-viz tabard.

Autumnal trees and an empty road

5.4 miles, 14:11 mins per mile. 14,078 Steps (as of 18:00)

Weekly total 25.5 miles. Total this year 918.3 (I need 916.66 at the end of this month to be on track for my 1,000 miles in a year total; I am still 16 miles down on last year). Total weekly steps 82,874 though could have been more evenly spread through the week.

weekly-run-down-final-300x300The Weekly Run Down is run by two wonderful running women and joined by lots of other inspirational women. Kim’s weekly wrap is here and Deborah’s is here.

 

Book review – Simon Napier-Bell – “Ta-ra-ra-BOOM-de-ay” plus some recent incomings

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I don’t seem to have read much this week, maybe because I went out one night and I’ve had quite a lot of work on, although I’ve written a post for Non-fiction November at least (I’m so enjoying taking part in this themed reading and blogging series!). I have read a bit more yesterday and today though and finished this one. And the last books I read were for NetGalley and I like to keep those ones free of random book acquisition chat, so see below for some incomings e-book and tree-book …

Simon Napier-Bell – “Ta-ra-ra-BOOM-de-ay”

(22 May 2018)

Almost the last of my May 2018 massive book haul from Foyles, which did include three books on music I’m having to spread out a bit. This one is subtitled “The (Dodgy) Business of Popular Music” and it’s a history of the business side of music – so publishing, record labels, promoters and managers – although it was a bit dispiriting to read that greed and payola have basically always run both the business and the choice of the songs we hear and notice. As a quote from music sociologist Dr Isaac Goldberg from the 1930s has it-

Everything we ever sing or whistle is the end result of a huge plot involving thousands of dollars and thousands of organised agents … the efforts of organised pluggery. (p. 288)

Everything has always been made as easy as possible, from simple sheet music onwards through to the non-threatening pabulum of the modern hit machine.

It’s good on the sociology behind new trends and fads, which the business kept up with until file-sharing, always edging in – for example the Tube being constructed meant people could come in from the suburbs to see shows and then buy the music, and the rise of colour TV ownership coincided with the launch of MTV. The changes in radio formats were interesting, with DJs coming in fairly late and amazing amounts of bribery going on. I did get lost in the machinations of the record labels but it’s all laid out for us.

The book was published in 2014 so streaming had not been going on long and it doesn’t cover this new development. I also noticed a few inaccuracies or oddities (Deadmau5 being spelled incorrectly; something weird about digital rights management on CDs letting viruses get into people’s computers and a claim that New Order’s “World in Motion” included the phrase “E for England” – I didn’t recall this and found it was only in the draft lyrics) which meant that I was slightly more wary of all the other assertions than I might otherwise have been. But an interesting read all told.


I had some nice book post in the last week or so. I needed to replace my lost (how?) original copy of Iris Murdoch’s “The Flight from the Enchanter” and some detective work in the IM group on Facebook found the date of the edition with the cover I had. Hooray! And my friend Zoe sent me Tayari Jones’ “An American Marriage” which she and a few other friends have read and recommended. It’s the one about a black couple where the husband suddenly gets sent to prison for a crime he didn’t commit and looks really good and important.

Then I feel duty-bound to record three new wins on NetGalley. “Miss Iceland is by Audur Ava Olafsdottir, whose “Butterflies in November” I enjoyed, and takes a trip to 1960s Iceland and a life of writing and expectations. Kiley Reid’s “Such a Fun Age” is a novel of modern issues, where an online influencer’s black babysitter is confronted for having charge of her two (white) children and the mum tries to make things right when she can’t really. “Tiny Habits” by B.J. Fogg is about how we can make small changes in our lives for the positive. So quite a range there!

Oops – edited to add I also received a lovely email from the folks at the Furrowed Middlebrow imprint of Dean Street Press with three excellent looking books which will be out in January. They chose to send me D. E. Stevenson’s “Vittoria Cottage”, first in her Dering Trilogy and I bet I find myself collecting the lot, Miss Read’s “Fresh from the Country” which is a standalone story about a new schoolteacher, and Doris Langley Moore’s “Not at Home” which is a just post-WWII story about renting part of one’s home to a relative stranger …

Have you read any of these?

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