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First Monday Book Day: Shape Up, America

So, I didn't get much reading done this month either. And I'm currently back in the Motherland ("Hi, guys! Sure hope I can slip out for a Surly with y'all!"), ensconced with brotherS and sisterinlawS, preparing to deposit The Boy at the Alma Mater. Which means that this post was actually written some time ago.

Just in time to see this cool, new link to the Library of Congress's new exibition, Books That Shaped America.

So rather than talk about a book o' the month, I'm going to play the list game.

The list ranges from 1750 to the present (no shining city upon a hill stuff here people!)
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Books? What books? The Olympics are on!!!!1111one111!!!!

It's been a long, hot summer, curiously bereft of book posts. The Natives are restless.

Ok, ok, ok. My bad, people.

Truth be told, I haven't finished a book in the last two months. Back in June, I started reading a book about the experiences of a first-year med student learning about human anatomy via dissecting cadavers (no, it was not Mary Roach's Stiff, which is said to be a very enjoyable and funny read). I got about three chapters in and realized that I was bored. The author was determined to convince me that this was all such a wondrous, magical, spiritual journey, but I was bored. So I set it aside.

I then ran across Vernor Vinge's The Children of the Sky, his long-awaited sequel to A Fire Upon the Deep and its sort-of-prequel, A Deepness in the Sky, both of which were absolutely awesome. Perhaps best known for his origination of the concept of a technological singularity, Vinge is a smart, sophisticated writer, equally impressive in his handling of complex technological concepts, inventing alien cultures, and writing compelling characters.

This one is engaging, but (life and) the quadrennial festival of bad television coverage of sports has intervened, preventing me from getting this thing done. Children stumbles a bit in the front end, with a somewhat unbelievable naivety affecting several characters, but the world Vinge created in Fire is thoroughly engaging. I am looking forward to re-focusing and finishing this one.

What are you reading, damnit?

First Monday Book Day: Do you really wanna live forever?

I felt the need for some good, old-fashioned, rock-em, sock-em space adventure stories recently. So I reached for a volume with the appropriate cover art (manly man with bulging muscles and movie-star good looks in futuristic, military-style outfit, set amidst post-apocalyptic ruins): L.E. Modesitt Jr.'s omnibus, The Forever Hero, a stapling together of three novels: Dawn for a Distant Earth, The Silent Warrior, and In Endless Twilight.

This one is part post-apocalyptic saga, part superman story, and part tragedy. Yes, the hero in the story is a genetic freak who, as it turns out, is all-but-immortal (I'm not giving away any spoilers here; the "I" word shows up on the back cover blurb). Yes, the hero takes on the Herculean task of mucking out the Augean Stables restoring a devastated Earth to habitability, and of course succeeds. It's not the existential kind of tragedy. OR is it?

I was swept up by the story. Lots of action to be had here. But Modesitt also manages to add some philosophical heft, non-ridiculous historical/political/economic thought, and thoughtful, tragic twists that make this more than just a shoot-em-up. The hero struggles with the burden of myth-making and the complexities of moral choices on a galactic scale. And he struggles to maintain his humanity in the face of a long, long, long existence. I was thoroughly entertained and more than willing to suspend disbelief on many of the more ridiculous parts (like, umm, the fantastical interpretation of how evolution actually works).

What are you reading?

First Monday Book Day: Digging deep and piling high

This month, I succumbed to marketing. I'd seen multiple copies of Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth
around my used book store, trumpeting the new miniseries. Ken Follett seemed like such a familiar name, but I'd never read any of his stuff. So I figured, what the heck?

Well, heck. This sprawling novel plays out like a Behind the Music episode. The good guys get ahead, then SLAM! back to square one they go, over and over and over again. Yet good triumphs over evil in the end.

I was not particularly enamored with the writing in this book. Follett maintains a third-person omniscient perspective throughout, which I found somewhat tedious. "He said," "she thought," etc. It just seemed a bit wooden. The dialogue is a bit too "modern" to really sell the story as a period piece, despite the obvious efforts Follett made to tie the story into real history from the 12th century.

Still, I'm an easy audience. Despite the rather ludicrous Series of Unfortunate Events that befalls the lead characters, and the inevitable triumphs that bring them back from the brink time and again, I found myself fairly engaged. If you enjoy learning a few tidbits about early English history, the Catholic Church, architecture and the building trades, then maybe this novel is right up your alley. It was interesting enough for me to finish in fairly short order, despite its hefty 1,007 page length.

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First Monday Book Day: Pillars of the Community

Ok, so, I finally finished the latest installment of A Song of Fire and Ice

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That pretty much wore me out. But I have started a new epic -- Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth.
Pillars of the Earth

Of course, Follett has no chance of rivaling Martin for scope or spectacle, and I'm not entirely persuaded by the 3rd person omniscient POV so far, but I'm starting to get into the story. Like with a Disney film (uhh, except for John Carter, which I saw on Sunday with The Boy), at least one parent has to die in the opening scenes or already be dead. Oh, wait, John Carter was "dead" in the opening scene. Check that box.

Back to Follett. Yes, poor Tom Builder's wife gets offed within the first 50 pages or so. Which is about where I am. Surely, Follett won't set ol' Tom up as the hero of the story and then G.o.T. him at the end of the next act, right?

I also managed to read a chapter or so of Richard Dawkins' The Blind Watchmaker, his 1986 masterpiece in defense of full-metal jacket, no holds barred evolutionary theory. If you care about the culture war struggles between the "intelligent design" folks and the mainstream of biology education, this book is an indispensable resource for understanding where the hardest of the hardcore evolutionary theorists are coming from. Fair warning: Dawkins is downright disdainful of both I.D. and, more generally, religion (a viewpoint that comes out even more strongly in his 2006 book, The God Delusion). But he also is a literate and nimble defender of the scientific method and of evolutionary biology. Perhaps most pertinently for this audience, Dawkins is responsible for the term meme.

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First Monday Book Day: Dragg’n

Mailing it in this morning. I spent all day yesterday with mrsS and friends in Amador County sampling wines. We had a lovely time celebrating the 30th anniversary of a good friend's illegal entry into the country (he's long been a citizen, and is a teacher at my kids' high school), but it didn't get my taxes FMBD blurb done.

Among the many books I did not read last month were these. But I have been plowing through the assorted beheadings, impalements, assassinations, flayings, etc., of A Dance With Dragons.

This mammoth installment of George R.R.R.R.R. Martin's Song of Ice and Fire series is, well, mammoth. And fascinating. And disconcerting. Much of the first couple hundred pages feel like back-tracking, because they re-tell some story lines from a different perspective, or simply move back in series time to pick up another character's thread that had been left lagging in the previous volume. Still, there are plenty of guts spilled and bones crunched here to satisfy any devoted reader.

I'm only about a third of the way into this one, but I'm anxious to see the return of Arya Underfoot, for Roose Bolton and his bastard to get what's (surely?) coming to 'em, and for somebody to pay the Walders back for the Red Wedding. Let's get on with it, already.

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First Monday Book Day: Beer Me

Sorry for the delay, kids. Life happens sometimes.

Ambitious Brew by Maureen OgleBut the set-back allowed me to see this link on the burgeoning brew scene in Duhloot. Combined with the awesomeness that is the Northern Waters Smokehaus, and Duluth suddenly is a destination city.

Back to the book biz. This month's selection, Ambitious Brew: The Story of American Beer by Maureen Ogle, is after my own heart. I received this book as a holiday gift from my kids, love them.

Ogle entertainingly chronicles the personalities and travails of America's founding beer dynasties -- the Bests, Buschs, Millers, Schlitzs and so forth, through the heady expansion years of the late antebellum and throughout the postbellum period, the culture wars that led to Prohibition, the triumphant return and then consolidation of the industry in the decades after repeal, and finally the giddy resurrection of craft brewing in the late 1970s through today. It was fun to read her descriptions of the origins of the Best family's brewing operation in 1840s Milwaukee, interlaced with a smidge of malting and brewing chemistry.

This is not great history on a par with The Roommate or Robert Caro or Robert K. Massie, despite the occasional pretension. Some of the treatment of the economics, politics and social aspects, particularly early in the book, is rather amateurish. Her treatment of the consolidation in the industry during the 1950s and 1960s is pretty limited. For example, while she devotes a few lines to the adoption of "accelerated batch fermentation" in her depiction of the fall of Schlitz, I think she underplays the importance of technological innovations as well as the growing use of rice and corn adjuncts in place of malted barley as paving stones on the road to beer hell.

The beer market stagnated in the 1950s and 1960s, thanks to watered-down quality, but also several other factors that Ogle identifies -- a demographic lull in prime beer-drinking aged consumers, a tremendous rebound in consumption of hard liquor, and the rise of the diet industry (infamously culminating in the insidious triumph of Light/Lite "beer").

Some of her prose and analysis left me wanting to drink. E.g., "But beer also fell victim to a national palate that, since the 1920s, had gravitated toward the sugary and the bland, both of which can be seen as hallmarks of a modernizing society" (p.227). Ugh. She then goes on to tie those trends to "a more casual attitude toward sex, to name one example" of "modern" attitudes. Double ugh.

Ogle is at her best mining correspondence, press coverage and other contemporary accounts to tell the personal stories of intrigue and competition between the beer baron families, and, later, sketching the lives of modern pioneers, such as Anchor Steam's founder, Fritz Maytag, Sierra Nevada's founder, Ken Grossman, and Boston Brewing Co.'s Jim Koch. This is entertaining reading.

When she stays away from Deep Thoughts, this is a fun book, worthy of the beach or late-night bedtime reading. You'll come away with a much deeper appreciation for the place of the brewing industry in American history, and some great anecdotes.

What are you reading?

First Monday Book Day: Summertime Blues

Happy New Year (celebrated). I'll be heading to the office shortly, to get caught up a bit. I don't have ESPN anyway, so I won't be missing the bowl games (grrr).

The New Year is a traditional time to look backward and look forward. Today's selection, Joan Vinge's 1991 Hugo nominee, The Summer Queen does both of those things.

The book is the long-awaited sequel to Vinge's 1981 Hugo winner, The Snow Queen, based on a Hans Christian Andersen story. I read the original perhaps five years ago -- it was a masterpiece, but I've forgotten too much. This volume (I'm half-way through) is complex, confusing, and tantalizing. Moon Dawntreader, the hidden clone of the Winter Queen and heroine of the first volume, is the Summer Queen, presiding over an effort to drag her techno-phobic people toward modernity during the long "summer," during which her planet's wormhole gate to a wider human civilization is inaccessible. Her planet holds both a Spice-like life-extending substance and the secret to a civilization-wide information technology mediated through "sibyls" -- human computer interfaces. Meanwhile, outside, other characters are in a race to rediscover a long-lost technology for faster-than-light travel.

The characters and (most of the) relationships are interesting and compelling, and the action sequences well drawn. I'm hooked on this space opera. But you'll want to read The Snow Queen first.

New Year's is a time for lists, so here, here and here are links to NPR's top sci fi picks, of the year and for evah (thanks, Sean, for that third link).

I don't yet know where The Summer Queen will rank on my top whatever list, but it will be in the mix. What are you reading?

First Monday Book Day: Wheel Keeps on Turnin’

The paperback edition of Towers of Midnight finally came out a month or so ago, so I pounced at last. Yes, I am a cheap @ss. I waited a whole year just so that I wouldn't have to pay those exorbitant hardback prices.

Unfortunately, the year-long wait meant that I'd lost track of many of the threads in the gigantic Pattern that is the Wheel of Time saga. Fortunately, Brandon Sanderson's work in this, his second installment of his concluding volume (hah!) was engaging and remarkably fast-paced, considering its 1,218 pages.

I've been frustrated at times through the long, long series by Robert Jordan's rather ridiculous characterizations of Perrin, Mat and Rand. Thankfully, some of that ridiculousness is at last being sloughed off in this work, whether as part of Jordan's plan or due to Sanderson's stewardship. Whatever. I'm ready for this thing to end, and I was glad that this volume actually seemed to push the plot forward -- at almost breakneck speed compared to its predecessor, The Gathering Storm.

This book was a much easier read than the other book I finished (at last!) this month -- Dan Simmons' Drood (featured last month in this space). Of course, that's an unfair comparison. Simmons' book was meticulously researched, incredibly literate, and, well, convoluted as hell, whereas, Jordan's whole series is about as complex as a grilled cheese sandwich. Still, I'm a sucker for this sort of swords-and-scorcery swashbuckling. It was a fun and quick read, whereas Simmons' book was a challenge that nearly overwhelmed me (even as I very much appreciated his artistry).

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First Monday Book Day: Straight Flush on the River

If ever there was a book that deserved to be the signature book of the WGOM, this baby would have to be it, because it is full of half-baked cr@p. Rose George's
The Big Necessity The Big Necessity: The Unmentionable World of Human Waste and Why It Matters is, without a doubt, the best book I've ever read about poop.
But seriously, this is both an entertaining and important book. George moves deftly from the sewers of London to the slums of India; from high-tech bidets in Japan to "helicopter toilets" in Africa; from biogas digesters in rural China to the biosolids industry in the U.S.

Sh!t is big. An estimated forty percent of the world's population regularly or exclusively defecates in the open, without access to toilet or latrine. "One santitation expert," she writes, "has estimated that people who live in areas with inadequate sanitation ingest 10 grams of fecal matter every day."

"Diarrhea -- nearly 90 percent of which is caused by fecally contaminated food or water -- kills a child every 15 seconds. ... Diarrhea, says ... UNICEF, is the largest hurdle a small child in a developing country has to overcome. ... Public health professionals talk about water-related diseases, but that is a euphemism for the truth. These are shit-related diseases."

The ultimate in bathroom reading, this book is not all gloom-and-doom. George is an accomplished reporter and story-teller. This book weaves together sketches of fascinating entrepreneurial characters fighting for social change and sanitation improvements, up-close-and-personal tours of sewer systems in London and New York, and accessible discussions of the problems of sewage sludge disposal in the U.S. I particularly enjoyed a section on the development of a new, more realistic "test medium" for toilets' flushing capabilities in the early 2000s. The secret ingredient -- miso paste.

I didn't expect [the inventor] to reveal the recipe of his giji obtusu ["fake body waste"], and in fact he's contractually forbidden from doing so. When he found the right brand, he asked to buy 250 kilograms from the importer. "His eyes lit up and he said, `How many restaurants do you own?' I said none and that actually he'd think it was funny but I wanted to use it to test toilets. He didn't think it was funny and suddenly he didn't want to sell it to me anymore."

Already, the book has had an impact on my family (both the Mrs. and The Girl read it before I did). I'm sure you'll be pleased to learn about the aerosol effects associated with flushing a toilet. We close the lid now....

What are you reading?