Bizarre factoid of the day: the Civil War ended 143 years ago, but apparently the last Civil War widow is still alive. (The previously believed “last” widow died only four years ago. Craziness!)
What Do You Care What Other People Think? by Richard P. Feynman
What Do You Care What Other People Think? by Richard Feynman: This was the first Feynman book I’ve ever read, a fact which is a touch embarrassing given that I have a degree in Physics. It was also probably not the best book to start with, since it is possibly the last book he ever wrote (it was published posthumously). All the same, I thoroughly enjoyed it and now want to pick up everything else he’s written. The first part is a variety of stories from his life about his childhood, his first wife, etc. The second and longer part is about the investigation of the Challenger explosion. Having been too young at the time to understand more than that a horrible tragedy had occurred, the descriptions of Feynman’s attempts to get to the bottom of things are riveting. He’s funny, brilliant, and a touch egocentric, and it all makes for a delightful read. Highly recommended.
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From the Corner of His Eye by Dean Koontz
From the Corner of His Eye by Dean Koontz: First and foremost, this was a refreshing change from your Standard Koontz Novel (that is, one long chase scene as the main character desperately tries to figure out what’s going on). The story revolves around three groups of people: Agnes, her amazing son Barty, and her two eccentric brothers; Celestina and the charming child Angel; and the psychotic Junior and his pursuer, Detective Vinadium. The connection between all the characters is not clear at first, but everything does get tied up in the end. Some of the pseudoscience was a touch painful, and the last couple chapters felt really rushed and more than a little bit contrived, but all in all I liked it. The characters were delightful. It’s these sorts of books that keep me coming back to Koontz time after time. I just wish he was a bit more consistent in quality.
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The Invisible Heart by Russell Roberts
The Invisible Heart: An Economic Romance by Russell Roberts: I’ve said before that the highest praise I can give any book is that it made me think. This is one such book. It is ostensibly the story of a romance that blossoms between two high school teachers, but really it’s one big lesson in economics. Sure, some of the conversations feel a bit forced in order to get the point across, but even so I found myself unable to put it down. It challenged my beliefs and made me ruminate on issues I’d never considered. I can’t say I agree with all of the points made by the characters – on either side of the argument – but it definitely brought up some sticklers that will leave me pondering for quite some time.
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Get Your Tongue Out of My Mouth, I’m Kissing You Good-bye! by Cynthia Heimel
Get Your Tongue Out of My Mouth, I’m Kissing You Good-bye! by Cynthia Heimel: This collection of columns is at once funny, exasperating, and disheartening. I found it difficult to read large amounts in a single sitting; the rage against society expressed in some of the essays was simply exhausting. I also am not nearly as enamoured of the Baby Boomers as the author, nor do I believe that any one political party is the cause of or answer to all of my problems. But there is more than enough humor and wisdom in these pages to quiet my complaints. I’m not sure I’ll go out of my way to seek out any more books by Heimel, but I enjoyed this one.
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and we’re back
Oh hey look, I have a blog. Maybe I should, y’know, post or something.
Bizarre factoid of the day: the Civil War ended 143 years ago, but apparently the last Civil War widow died only four years ago.
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A Calculated Risk by Katherine Neville
A Calculated Risk by Katherine Neville: This is my third Neville book (of three, as far as I can tell) and I think it’s probably my second favorite (with The Eight being the clear winner). All of these books have followed strong, intelligent women dealing with high-risk situations. There is also another plot, which takes place hundreds of years earlier, that somehow relates to the modern storyline. In this case, we have Verity Banks, a vice president of Bank of the World (Neville worked for Bank of America; perhaps there is a parallel here?), continually fighting with her chauvenistic management who dismiss her suggestions unless they can somehow claim them as their own. Fed up, she decides to demonstrate how faulty their computer security is by temporarily stealing money herself. Enter Zolan Tor, Banks’s brilliant former mentor, who decides that he wants to play too, and can do it better. So they make a bet. The historical side story is about the Rothschild family some 200 years ago, who apparently have a lot to do with why banking is the way it is. I couldn’t quiet follow it, and I don’t think it added anything to the story. The modern thread, on the other hand, was a real page-turner. I just couldn’t put it down. Banks and Tor had a wonderful chemistry, and the other characters were a blast. My favorite was Lelia, the French Russian dame who spoke no language well and thus several broken languages at once. I would certainly recommend this one if you’re looking for a fun thriller, but if you only read one Neville book, I’d still have to steer you towards The Eight.
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Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke: For centuries, the study of English magic has been entirely theoretical. Spells have not actually worked in three hundred years or more. Enter Mr. Norrell and later his apprentice Jonathan Strange, who work toward the return of practical English magic at the turn of the 19th century, with somewhat unexpected consequences. I loved this book, but I will be the first to admit it’s not for everyone. You’ve got to be in it for the long haul. And I do mean long: almost 800 pages (though there are a fair number of poorly drawn illustrations thrown in for no discernable reason other than to add heft). It’s also not the sort of story where you can grasp the gist of the plot from the first couple chapters. Rather, you have to simply enjoy what you are presently reading and trust the basic arc of the story will become clear in time. It does, but there are a lot of seemingly spurious asides that don’t appear to have much to do with anything for quite a long time. It’s written more like a history, complete with footnotes, with the author writing with the voice of a contemporary of most of the events described. I found this angle charming and quite convincing, to the point where I almost forgot that people like Martin Pale and John Uskglass never really existed. I will definitely be on the look-out for Clarke’s future novels.
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band grabbag
I was perusing my local 99 Cents Only store and picked up a couple of promising-looking albums. Okay, so I was judging entirely on cover art, but sometimes you can find some real gems that way. Radio and recommendations from friends only get you so far. I figure at worst they’ll be painfully mediocre. The first is “Dear Valued Customer” by Snog, which is more or less an anti-consumerist rant set to semi-interesting techno-industrial music. I was surprised to discover that one of their albums is called “Third Mall from the Sun,” which I knew as a song by Block. No idea if they have anything to do with each other. The second album is “Surrender, You Freak!” by Sister Psychic. It’s somewhat generic rock; with a few more listens I think it could really grow on me.