Friday, July 26, 2019

july 2019 books...

Wild Fire (Ann Cleeves): Feeling bereft… I’ve now finished the last of the eight-book Shetland series. A powerful, clever plot surrounding an English family who have moved to the island, eager to give their autistic son a better life… rumours, suspicion. What’s not to like? I liked how Cleeves managed to make gentle reference to people and events that had been part of earlier books. Beautifully crafted, hugely believable characters and a wonderful evocation of the islands and island life. I’m going to miss Jimmy Perez bigtime! A fitting end to a wonderful series of books. Will I be able to find a suitable replacement?
Take Nothing With You (Patrick Gale): Moira+I recently went to hear Patrick Gale talk engagingly about his latest book at the Tobacco Factory – duly supported by a rather beautiful cello accompaniment… which was entirely apt given that the novel is about a boy, an only child, leading a strange existence in a houseful of elderly adults, whose life dramatically changes under the spell of his cello teacher. The boy makes new friendships through music… but also learns harsh life lessons of love, survival and resilience. There are elements of the story that are almost autobiographical. Had he not become a writer, Gale might have been a musician (as a promising youngster he was selected to attend courses at the International Cello Centre, a residential school in the Scottish borders). Although, at times, I felt Gale was almost ‘showing-off’ his knowledge of the instrument, the intricate skills required to play the cello and the particular pieces of music that highlighted its beauty, he does tell a very warm and humane story rather impressively. Once again, reading one of Gale’s books provided me with a sense of being in the hands of a very skilled, accomplished writer. Will not, perhaps, emerge as one of my ‘books of the year’, but enjoyable and compelling nevertheless.
The Snack Thief (Andrea Camilleri): I managed to find THREE Inspector Montalbano books in the ‘Last Bookshop’ recently… and perhaps reading one of them a month will help make up for the grieving of having finished the last of Cleeves’s ‘Shetland’ books! As ever, Montalbano’s unique approach to Sicilian crime-fighting, government corruption and gastronomy wins the day for me.  Well as being an entertaining read (frequently, absurdly funny), this has a clever, complex and compelling storyline. Sad to learn of Camilleri’s death, aged 93, only a few days ago.
The Corset (Laura Purcell): Another book to be discussed in of my lovely Storysmith Book Group. It’s difficult to summarise this book – a compelling Victorian gothic crime mystery perhaps? The novel is told from the perspective of two individuals: Ruth Butterham, a 16-year-old seamstress, who stands accused of murdering her abusive mistress and Dorothea Truelove, a wealthy young heiress who combines good works (including visiting Ruth in prison) with the study of phrenology. As something of a crucial complication, Ruth believes she has supernatural powers. It’s a story of privilege and poverty and an evocative portrait of a society that punishes women who dare to contravene social norms (Ruth’s mother suffered appallingly for marrying against her family’s wishes and Dorothea wants to marry a policeman - unbeknownst to her father - rather than to move in fashionable society and ‘marry well’). At times, with all its cruelty and appalling working conditions, it felt a little reading newspaper reports of modern-day ‘slavery’. Apparently, it’s based to some degree on the case of a milliner and her daughter, who were hanged in 1762 for appalling mistreatment of one of their young apprentices. It took me some time to ‘get into the novel’ but, in the end, I found it rather spellbinding, sinister, very cleverly written and really quite gripping… *no spoilers* Was I utterly convinced by the ending? Well, yes and no… but it certainly left me pondering – which is never a bad thing! Can’t wait for the discussion!   
English Cricket (Neville Cardus): I handed over a load of my old cricket books to a very nice bookseller at Gloucestershire’s Cheltenham Cricket Festival last week and, because I rather like reading Neville Cardus waxing lyrical about the ‘old, innocent cricketing days of yesterday’, I took this book away with me. Published in 1945 and my copy had a fountain pen inscription on the inside cover: “Ron from Mary (Ann). 27 May 1947” which felt a little surreal – Ron and Mary being the names of my father and mother! The book outlines the broad history and development of the game, together with background, statistics and stories about some of its more prominent characters. I loved some of the posed/contrived action photographs of individual batsmen, bowlers and fielders. Having read a number Cardus’s books, there was very little that was particularly new, but it acted as a gentle reminder of cricket in different ages – games between ‘Gentlemen’ and ‘Players’; players of the mid-19th century all wearing top hats; a time when all that seemed to matter was “fighting the good fight chivalrously and decisively”!). Predictably romantic, nostalgic and enjoyable.

Thursday, July 25, 2019

trio de profundis…

A really excellent concert tonight given by Franziska Wientges (piano), Olivia Weissgerber (violin) and Chun Yin Pang (cello) performing works by Clara Schumann (Piano Trio op 17), Dmitri Shostakovich (Five Pieces for Violin, Cello and Piano) and Felix Mendelssohn (Piano Trio op 49). These three young, highly-talented musicians from the renowned Hanover University of Music, Drama and Media in Germany took time off from their studies to perform at Saint Stephen’s Church, Bristol as part of their first UK tour.
Engaging, energetic and compelling.

Thursday, July 18, 2019

amélie, the musical … on stage at the old vic

Moira and I went along to the Old Vic this afternoon to see Mike Fentiman’s stage musical interpretation (written by Craig Lucas, with music by Daniel Messé) of Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s classic 2001 film, starring the wonderful Audrey Tautou.
You probably know the ‘story’: It features a young French girl who helps strangers find love and happiness. Amélie is a waitress in a Parisian café and she sees it as her mission in life to right wrongs and improve the lives of her customers. But she proves rather less successful at bettering her own lot…
It just so happens that the film version is perhaps my all-time favourite film – I’ve watched it LOADS of times and absolutely adore it. So, you can imagine that I had somewhat mixed emotions at the prospect of seeing it performed on the stage… excitement mixed with a fear that it could all go horribly wrong!
How would they be able capture the magic of Paris? Would there be a terrific voice-over narrator similar to the film? Surely they wouldn’t be able to recreate all the scenes (or the wonderful characters)? They CERTAINLY wouldn’t dream of changing the iconic soundtrack, would they? How on earth would they find ANYONE to match Audrey Tautou?
Well, I for one, found it absolutely wonderful.

It’s a fast-moving production – featuring 36 songs which merge into each other rather effortlessly – with a cast of 16 incredibly talented performers who all act (multi-characters), sing and play instruments. Audrey Brisson plays Amélie and Danny Mac plays Nino, her mysterious friend.
The entire production is both inventive and impressive… and the music WAS entirely different to the film score (but utterly convincing and appropriate). Given the complexity of the original film, it was clearly impossible to recreate some of the scenes quite as effectively – and, indeed, some scenes had to be cut out and/or adapted. But the stage design was quite brilliant – with pianos instantly being transformed into shop display stands, photo kiosks into confessional stalls. At times, there’s almost a sense of circus – with Amélie being effortlessly transported from the stage into her upper floor apartment by way of rope. The actors use a puppet to convey the young Amélie – and quite beautifully played it is too. There’s a wonderful scene that features the garden gnome on its return from a tour of the world… and there’s also an audacious Elton John tribute song at the end of Act 1.
Hopefully, you’re getting a sense that I really enjoyed it?

Obviously, the biggest worry for me was the ‘leading lady’. No one would be able to replace Audrey Tautou for me… and YET, Audrey Brisson was something of a revelation. I thought she was absolutely wonderful! Apparently, our daughter Hannah thought I’d probably ‘fall in love’ with Brisson… and I think she was probably right! As well as convincingly looking and dressing like the Amélie in the film, Brisson also has a wonderful singing voice, an impressive athleticism (for nimbly jumping up on to upright pianos and being transported to her upper floor apartment, as you do) and a brilliantly expressive (and beautiful) face.
The audience loved it. I loved it. The sad thing is that its brief tour run at the Old Vic finishes on Saturday (20 July)… and I’m pretty sure that most of the tickets have already been sold. BUT, if you can get yourself a ticket (even if it’s one of those ‘standing tickets’), then I urge you to go.
PS: The ONE thing that spoilt things was the woman sitting immediately in front of me. She spent the ENTIRE performance leaning towards her adult daughter(?) and commenting on EVERYTHING that was happening on stage (or simply observations that had occurred to her in passing). Believe me, I came VERY close to letting her know my feelings!! Aaargh!!

 

cheltenham cricket festival, 2019…

I went to Cheltenham yesterday to watch day 3 (of 4) of Gloucestershire’s game against Leicestershire. It also gave me the opportunity of passing on a whole load of second-hand cricket books… although carrying them all to Temple Meads and then to the ground (amounting in total to a 70 minute walk) was something of a pain – literally!
It’s always fascinating travelling to a cricket match by train… you can spot a ‘supporter’ instantly (invariably male, grey-haired, aged, wearing a floppy hat, frequently wearing ill-fitting shorts, sun-tanned, carrying an old rucksack containing sandwiches, drink and newspaper etc)… and you join a line of them, making their gentle way from the station to the ground at 30 metres intervals. Maps are not required!
But I had a lovely day.
The setting, at Cheltenham College (despite, or because of, all its privileged associations), is quintessentially English and I spent the day simply watching the cricket, watching the people, sketching and consuming the odd glass of beer.
As a bonus, the cricket was pretty good too! Replying to Leicestershire’s 252 all out, Gloucestershire had started the day on 275-6 (having lost their last four wickets for something like 40 runs)… and there seemed every chance of the innings petering out tamely. But, actually, it was the complete opposite. The overnight batsmen, Jack Taylor and Benny Howell, added 157 runs – before Taylor was disappointingly bowled one short of his century. Gloucestershire ended the day declaring 252 runs ahead and going on to take two Leicestershire wickets for 78 runs.
So, a gentle day’s cricket in the sunshine.
During the course of the afternoon (especially in the hour immediately after lunch), I COULD have taken at least half a dozen photographs of aged cricket spectators slumped asleep in their seats, completely dead to the world… but I resisted the temptation! Had they seen Taylor’s dismissal? What about Bamber’s stumping at the end of the innings? Actually, they will invariably invent their own accounts of the day’s play… and that’s just fine!
Not very often that you see a side scoring over 500 runs in an innings in County Cricket these days… but I was there!
Photo: If you look closely, you might be able to spot the ball… the batsman’s advanced down the wicket (with the intention of hitting a six over long-on), missed it… and completely fooled the wicket-keeper, who’s also missed it!

Sunday, July 14, 2019

bristol metropolitan orchestra plays mahler’s symphony no.5…

Last night, Moira and I went to the rather wonderful Clifton Cathedral to hear/see the Bristol Metropolitan Orchestra perform Gustav Mahler’s Symphony no.5 and extracts from Ethyl Smith’s ‘The Wreckers’.
Mahler’s fifth is probably my very favourite piece of classical music (quite possibly because I associate it with one of my favourite films, Visconti’s ‘Death in Venice’ – which I’ve watched SEVERAL times!), so I was particularly looking forward to the evening. As ever on such occasions, there’s always a fear that the performers won’t do the piece justice and that the evening will prove somewhat disappointing.
Well, I needn’t have worried. The Metropolitan Orchestra was superb!
There’s something rather quite intoxicating to hear a large orchestra in ‘full voice’ and this was the second time I’d heard the BMO perform (conductor: Michael Cobb; leader: Anneka Sutcliffe). The programme notes refer to the working backgrounds to several of its players – including anaesthetists, paediatric nurses, engineers and IT developers. My very good friend Ed (a retired teacher) plays the French Horn.
Their next concert will be at St George’s in Bristol on Saturday 16 November (Elgar’s ‘Cello Concerto’ and Stravinsky’s ‘Firebird Suite’).
A really excellent evening in the company of highly-talented performers.
Photo: Bristol Metropolitan Orchestra at Clifton Cathedral last night.
PS: Mention of 'Death in Venice'  (which starred Dirk Bogarde as Gustav von Aschenbach) brought to mind the postcard and comments I received from Bogarde in response to my letter to him in appreciation of his three volume set of biographies... I've just checked and found it tucked into one of his books, dated 8 October 1990. Blimey, that's getting on for 30 years ago!!

Friday, July 05, 2019

june-july 2019 books…

Cold Earth (Ann Cleeves): The penultimate book in the series (I’m already feeling a sense of grieving). As usual with Cleeves’s ‘Shetland’ books, I gobbled this one up in less than three days. Another clever, intriguing plot (centred around the discovery of a body after torrential rain had triggered a landslide). Even when the weather is pretty grim, the books reveal a wonderful ‘sense of place’ which I find utterly alluring. Excellent.
The Patience Of The Spider (Andrea Camilleri): I came across two more Montalbano books in ‘The Last Bookshop’ the other day, and here’s the first of them. Yes, I know, escapist stuff to avoid Trump, Brexit etc – but it’s helped a little! Yes, all somewhat predictable: Montalbano’s ongoing cynicism of authority and rule books, Sicily, sunshine, food, beautiful women, crazy characters, lots of humour… but also a pretty clever plot. The formula works for me!  
Optimism Over Despair (Noam Chomsky): I’ve blogged separately about this book so, rather than repeating myself, it’s probably easier to check out my blogpost, if you’re interested. Given my own current sense of desperation and hopelessness about what’s currently going on in our world, I came across the book in our wonderful local bookshop, Storysmith Books, and thought I definitely needed to read it! On the cover of Chomsky’s book were the following words: “We have two choices. We can be pessimistic, give up, and help ensure that the worst will happen. Or we can be optimistic, grasp the opportunities that surely exist, and maybe help make the world a better place”. In the event, although it’s an absolutely fascinating and thought-provoking book, it hardly addressed the matter of “Optimism Over Despair” at all and, ultimately, I was left feeling disappointed (and it relates to interviews conducted from late 2013 to early 2017, so hardly touches on the ‘Trump era’ at all – which, for many of us, has limited our reasons for optimism even further!).
Rounding The Mark (Andrea Camilleri): This is the second of my latest Montalbano books (comments as for the previous one above!). I think part of the attraction for me is that I could readily change places with him and sit on his veranda, drink a glass of wine and stare out across the sea. Amongst other things, the plot revolves around refugees making perilous journeys to Italy on overcrowded boats and, in particular, the trafficking of immigrant children. There was a sobering footnote at the end of the book which referred to depressing statistics on the illegal immigration of minors into Italy shown on a 2002 edition of ‘Panorama’ (ie. sobering for me that such issues had been continuing for such a long time)(the book’s English translation was first published in 2007). But, although some of the story contains such sinister references, it also includes the usual ‘farcical ingenuity’ (in the words of the New York Times critic) that I love.   
Climbing Days (Dan Richards): I freely admit that I’m petrified of heights… but I do love reading books about mountaineering and mountains! This is rather lovely, engaging, affectionate book was inspired by the author’s great-great-aunt Dorothy/Dorothea Pilley Richards (1894-1986), a prominent and pioneering mountaineer of the early 20th century (and coincidentally, a contemporary of fellow mountain-lover Nan Shepherd 1893-1981 – author of ‘The Living Mountain’, that I recently read). By chance, Dan Richards came across her 1935 memoir (also called ‘Climbing Days’) and this, in turn, led him on a journey to discover more about this rather remarkable lady. In some ways, the book has similarities with “Wrestliana” by Toby Litt (I read it earlier this year): Litt’s great-great-great-great grandfather had been a champion Cumberland and he decided to write about the man, his family and his sport. Dan Richards explores (in a gentle, wandering way) some of the places linked to Pilley, including the rather wonderful Pinnacle Club, Snowdonia, (formed in 1921 and the first climbing club founded by women for women alone), people who’d met Dorothy (or their relatives), mountain guides, her family and friends. She was obviously a very determined, independent lady who rebelled against the conventional, limiting, chaperoned roles frequently identified for women of the time. In 1928, she made the celebrated first ascent (with her husband Ivor Richards) of the north/north-west ridge of the Dent Blanche, Switzerland. Although the author never knew her, he re-traces some of Dorothy’s old destinations and routes (from her book and her diaries) – including actually climbing Dent Blanche for himself, via the ‘straightforward route’ – in what turns out to be an intimate pilgrimage of discovery of family history, of new friendships and of the restlessness of the human spirit. Beautifully and entertainingly written. I loved it.

Tuesday, July 02, 2019

optimism over despair…

"We have two choices. We can be pessimistic, give up, and help ensure that the worst will happen. Or we can be optimistic, grasp the opportunities that surely exist, and maybe help make the world a better place”.
The above words were on the cover of Noam Chomsky’s book “Optimism Over Despair”. Given my own current sense of desperation and hopelessness about what’s currently going on in our world, I (obviously) thought: This book is for me!

I’ve previously read various articles by Chomsky (born in 1928) and had also watched bits from a couple of his lectures on YouTube, but this was my first book of his. He is a hugely impressive man. The book was published in 2017 and represents his interviews with CJ Polychroniou from late 2013 to early 2017 (originally published in ‘Truthout’)(so barely touches Trump’s time as president).
Chomsky has been described as “America’s moral conscience” (even if, according to the book’s introduction, “he remains unknown to the majority of Americans”).
It’s an absolutely fascinating, thought-provoking book… BUT, in the end, I felt that I’d been hood-winked. I think I would probably have a good case under the Trades Description Act, 1968.
The book consists of 196 dense pages of text – essentially focussing on the USA. They provide insights into the consequences of capitalist globalisation. They analyse the state of the planet. They tell us how we got here. They explain the motivations of those on the world stage… BUT they do NOT inform us why we should feel optimistic rather than desperate. Indeed, the quote at the top of the page is the ONLY reference to ‘optimism over despair’ in the entire book… and it comes at the very end of the book (ie. the final paragraph of P196!) in response to the question: “Are you overall optimistic about the future of humanity, given the kind of creatures we are?”… and, in fact, the quote is not complete – because Chomsky added five more words at the end of it: “Not much of a choice”! In fact, this concluding chapter was written in February 2016 – nine months before Trump’s election – so who knows if he still thinks there’s a case for optimism today?
Did the book make me feel better informed about the ways of the world, unfettered corporate expansion, the effects of unmitigated climate change, illegal wars? Yes, of course I did.
Did the book make me feel less desperate and more optimistic? Absolutely not (indeed quite the reverse – and it was published before Trump had settled into his new ‘role’ and before the ramifications of Brexit here in the UK had begun to unfold).

It would be foolhardy of me to try to summarise Chomsky’s views on the incredibly wide-ranging number of issues covered in the book, but I’ll leave you with just a few extracts (apologies for their great length, but they include some interesting stuff in my view!):
·         “It is well established that electoral campaigns are designed so as to marginalise issues and focus on personalities, rhetorical style, body language and the like. And there are good reasons. Party managers read polls and are well aware that on a host of major issues, both parties are well to the right of the population – not surprisingly; they are, after all, business parties”.
·         “A recent IMF study attributes the profits of the big banks almost entirely to the implicit government insurance policy (‘too big to fail’), not just the widely publicised bailouts but access to cheap credit, favourable ratings because of state guarantee, and much else”.
·         “But the big banks, which were responsible for the latest crisis, are bigger and richer than ever. Corporate profits are breaking records, wealth beyond the dreams of avarice is accumulating among those who count, and labour is severely weakened by union busting and ‘growing worker insecurity’, to borrow the term Alan Greenspan used in explaining the grand success of the economy he managed, when he was still ‘Sir Alan’ – perhaps the greatest economist since Adam Smith, before the collapse of the structure he had administered, along with its intellectual foundations. So what is there to complain about?”.
·         “JP Morgan Chase has just been fined $13billion (half of it tax-deductible) for what should be regarded as criminal behaviour in fraudulent mortgage schemes, from which the usual victims suffer under hopeless burdens of debt… The inspector-general of the US government bailout programme, Neil Barofsky, pointed out that it was officially a legislative bargain: the banks that were the culprits were to be bailed out, and their victims, people losing their homes, were to be given some limited protection and support. As he explains, only the first part of the bargain was seriously honoured, and the plan became a ‘giveaway to Wall Street executives’ – to the surprise of no one who understands ‘really existing capitalism’. The list goes on”.
·         “Democrats have to face the fact that for forty years they have pretty much abandoned whatever commitment they had to working people”.
·         (Reference to Goldman Sachs ‘surging stock price’ following Trump’s election and…): “Other big gainers are energy corporations, health insurers, and construction firms, all expecting huge profits from the administration’s announced plans. These include Paul Ryan-style fiscal programme of tax cuts for the rich and corporations, increased military spending, turning the health system over even more to insurance companies with predictable consequences, taxpayer largesse for a privatised form of credit-based infrastructure development, and other ‘normal Republican’ gifts to wealth and privilege at taxpayer expense. Rather plausibly, economist Larry Summers describes the fiscal programme as ‘the most misguided set of tax changes in US history which will massively favour the top 1% of income earners, threaten an explosive rise in federal debt, complicate the tax code and do little if anything to spur growth’. But great news for those who matter”.
·         “Prestigious and influential positions in Congress used to be granted to on the basis of seniority and perceived achievement. Now they are basically bought, which drives congressional representatives even deeper into the pockets of the rich. And the Supreme Court decisions have accelerated the process”.
·         “On November 8 (2016), the most powerful country in world history, which will set its stamp on what comes next, had an election. The outcome placed total control of the government – executive, Congress, the Supreme Court – in the hands of the Republican Party, which has become the most dangerous organisation in world history… The party is dedicated to racing as rapidly as possible to destruction of organised human life… The winning candidate, now president-elect, calls for rapid increase in use of fossil fuels, including coal; dismantling of regulations; rejection of help to developing countries that are seeking to move to sustainable energy; and, in general, racing to the cliff as fast as possible”.
·         “One of the difficulties in raising public concern over the very severe threats of global warming is that 40% of the US population does not see why it is a problem, since Christ is returning in a few decades”.
·         “It is an astonishing fact about the current era that in the most powerful country in world history, with a high level of education and privilege, one of the two political parties virtually denies the well-established facts about anthropogenic climate change. In the primary debates for the 2016 election, every single Republican candidate was a climate change denier, with one exception, John Kasich – the ‘rational moderate’ – who said it may be happening but we shouldn’t do anything about it”.
·         “Concentration of wealth leads naturally to concentration of power, which in turn translates to legislation favouring interests of the rich and powerful and thereby increasing even further the concentration of power and wealth… It’s a vicious cycle in constant progress. The state is there to provide security and support to the interests of the privileged and powerful sectors of society, while the rest of the population is left to experience the brutal reality of capitalism. Socialism for the rich, capitalism for the poor”.
·         “Trump supporters include much of the white working-class. One can understand their anger and frustration, and why Trump’s rhetoric might appeal to them. But they are betting on the wrong horse. His policy proposals – to the limited extent that they are coherent – not only do not seriously address their legitimate concerns but would be quite harmful to them. And not just to them”.
·         “Since oppression and repression exist, they are reflections of human nature. The same is true of sympathy, solidarity, kindness, and concern for others – and for some great figures, like Adam Smith, these were essential properties of humans. The task for social policy is to design the ways we live and the institutional and cultural structure of our lives so as to favour the benign and to suppress the harsh and destructive aspects of our fundamental nature”.
·         “There are two grim shadows that loom over everything that we consider: environmental catastrophe and nuclear war, the latter threat much under-estimated, in my view”.
Much food for thought… and very little of it feeling suitable for consumption.