Music: Wild & Peaceful, Kool & The Gang

Tantric Funk (18 Jul 2009)

I wrote a piece on this album for Drummer magazine (go buy it, it’s a great read!) some time back, and just now, listening to ‘Heaven At Once’ (track four) I thought “I bet if anyone’s reviewed for Amazon this they haven’t mentioned this little doozy”… I took a quick look, and it appears my suspicions were correct. 

Andy Edwards has already said enough to justify any funk (or jazzy soul) lover flopping out their wallets or prizing open their purses for the better known tracks. I just want to add that ‘Heaven At Once’ is a thing of beauty, and yet another compelling reason to shell out for this masterpiece. Kicking off with a languid and harmonious 16th note groove, a fabulous horn arrangement, with sax and vibes tootling away, a child’s voice then enters into a truly wonderful dialogue with superdude Kool, who ultimately reveals that he and his band, under the cover of being a completely groovy funky soulful outfit (not that he makes that boast), are actually “scientists of sound, mathematically putting it down”… and what are they (re)searching for? “The key to the light”. “What’s the key to the light?” You might well ask, as does the kid rappin’ with Kool… for the answer, go buy this deliciously fabulous peach of an album. 

It saddens me to say this, but, as far as I know, they (and by they I don’t mean Kool & The Gang, I mean anyone) don’t generally make ’em like this any more.

Book Review – The Beats, Sterrit

‘The best ideas of the Beats remain as bracing, spirited, and subversive as in their heyday.’

My title for this review is Sterritt’s closing line, and I’d have to say I concur. In this very brief survey of the Beats, David Sterritt ranges over everything from the roots of Beat culture to its legacy, focussing in particular on the literary movement, via a glance over the novels, poetry and key authors and events. The links to other areas of artistic production, particularly music, painting and film are all of interest, but dealt with so briefly that it is a little frustrating. But, hey, that’s in the nature of this ‘Very Short Introduction’ series. 

Actually, given the very tight constraints of space, Sterritt packs a lot in. Some of it smacks a little of tokenism, as for example with the desire to include African American and female authors. I’m not saying these writers aren’t connected in the valid ways Sterritt puts forward, it’s just that I don’t see them as core Beat figures, and devoting space to them removes room for other material. Then, in addition to these moments of ‘inclusiveness’, there are the inevitable omissions or lacunae. Jazz singer Mark Murphy, and singer-songwriter Tom Waits, at least in his first decade or so (and even after that, albeit in a modified manner), are two great ‘men out of time’ Beats, for my money. Both Murphy and Waits have recorded specifically Beat material, and even, at times, endeavoured to live out a Beat lifestyle. 

It’s also worthy of note, I believe, that Kerouac literally wept over the disinterest of the horn players at his jazz/spoken word sessions, which, frankly (and I love a lot of both Kerouac and jazz) aren’t terrifically successful; Waits, on the other hand, has recorded loads of great recitative poetry with jazz-backing, effectively realising what Kerouac was originally going for, only far more successfully. One example of the latter being the superb ‘Jack & Neal’, on Waits’ superlative foreign Affairs album, which, like several of his earlier albums, is practically the Beat vision realised in musician terms. 

As a lover of many things Beat, it was fun to read this book and be reminded of a former self, and to be inspired to go back to some stuff I’ve read before, and read it again, or to explore some of the stuff I missed out on in my own ‘Beat’ days: I’ve always meant to but never got around to reading John Clellon Holmes novel Go. Must do it! Some of the stuff Sterritt covers, for example the Carr/Kammerrer story (which revolves around sex, obsession and death), was something I only learned about relatively recently, when the excellent Kerouac/Burroughs collaboration – apparently unfinished, acc. to Sterritt; tho’ I don’t recall attention being drawn to this in the book when I read it, and I read the peripheral stuff as well – And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks was published. This interesting chapter in Beat history finally came out only after an injunction put in place by Carr (or his estate) lapsed.

For me another essential contradiction in the Beat mindset or lifestyle, in addition to the introvert/extrovert one (as alluded to above, in Sterritt’s concluding remark that provides my title), and at the root of some of the sniffy reactions to Beat writing – Truman Capote famously dissed OTR, saying it wasn’t writing, but merely typing – is that between the intellectual and the physical, for want a better expression of duality or polarity. Kerouac himself was very much a tortured incarnation of this potentially troublesome bi-polarity, being both the literary ‘jock’ and Catholic Bhuddist. Neal Cassady certainly embodied the latter, the ‘cowboy crashing’, as Gary Snyder puts it, but, and I think this is crucial, Kerouac also saw an innate intellect in Ginsberg’s ultra-physical ‘cocksman and Adonis of Denver’, describing one of Neal’s epic letters as ‘the greatest piece of writing I ever saw’. And as is clear in On The Road, one of the best known products of Beat writing and culture, Kerouac sensed from very early on that, in Sterritt’s synopsis ‘the Beat ideal is unattainable’. 

Whilst there was a present and future focus of sorts and in parts of the Beat zeitgeist, certainly in Kerouac there was also a backwards looking, elegiac side, and I don’t think Sterritt really addresses this, although he does address much of both what is good and bad about the Beats, their work, and the culture it sprang form, and continues to influence. Returning briefly to the musical links, the role of jazz in the formation of the Beat aesthetic is covered well, but it was disappointing to hear, on the other side of the coin, in discussing Beat culture as a source for new music, only of Burroughs’ connections with punk, Laurie Anderson, and Tom Waits: I love the Spare Ass Annie recordings he made with The Disposable Heroes of Hip-Hoprisy! And rather as Waits succeeded where Kerouac often didn’t, in joining his words with jazz, I think Spare Ass Annie is a more successful presentation and collaboration than is the Waits/Burroughs album. I say this as a massive fan of both of the latter; but even Burroughs himself concedes that some creative experiments come off better than others, admitting that some of his own writing is ‘unreadable’.

When it comes to the Beats and film, Sterritt mentions and quotes from the superb documentary ‘Whatever Happened To Jack Kerouac?’ If Tom Waits first decade of recording is the Beat vision realised musically, then this film is the Beat vision, specifically regarding Kerouac in particular, realised as documentary. Similar but different would be Bruce Weber’s Let’s Get Lost, a dreamy biopic of Chet Baker. What the latter has in common with the former is the powerful evocation of a mood that is also part of the charm of the artist they depict. The Kerouac biopic – essential viewing for all true connoisseurs of Beat culture in my view – also succeeds incredibly well in invoking a time and place, indeed, a whole culture, that Kerouac was eulogising as it disappeared in the rear-view mirror.

I’ve still yet to see Robert Frank’s Pull My Daisy, the only ‘truly’ Beat movie. I suspect Youtube will oblige! Ironically I suspect that, like his celebrated photo-journalist work Americans, which has a foreword by Kerouac, and is mentioned here, it might disappoint. Sterritt also mentions a number of movies made about the Beats, from George Peppard toting a sax in the Hollywood schlock reading of The Subteranneans (in which the female lead is changed from black to white) to Cronenberg’s ‘lumbering’ Naked Lunch. I don’t agree with all his appraisals – I like Heart Beat, and found the 2010 film Howl worthy and interesting but but ultimately unsatisfactory – and tend to feel that given the potential for great Beat movies, the era is ill-served, parody being the norm and serious treatments the exception.

According to Sterritt the Beats themselves yearned to realise ‘Hollywood magic … free of Hollywood commercialism.’ The wait goes on! In the meantime we must look elsewhere! And here one might think of the international legacy of the beats: what could be more Beat than some of Wim Wenders’ movies? Whilst Sterritt briefly addresses the notion of the Beat influence as a global phenomenon (via a William Burroughs quote from ‘Whatever Happened To Jack Kerouac?’) he doesn’t get much further than that. I’d argue that Wenders movies like Kings Of The Road and Paris Texas are Beat film making par excellence, as are some Jim Jarmusch films, such as Stranger than Paradise and Down By Law.

For such a short book I guess I’ve written a rather long review! I guess that just shows that the Beats still mean a lot to me. I hope this well-written and interesting book, for all that it can’t cover very much of what is a large subject, helps inform and enthuse others, because, for all that went wrong, whether it be Kerouac’s tragic descent into alcoholism and apron-string Catholicism, or ‘Bull’ Lee’s fatal shooting of his common-law wife – allegedly during a ‘William Tell routine’ – the best of the art and ideas of the Beats do indeed remain as bracing, spirited, and subversive as in they were their heyday.

BOOK REViEW: What Money Can’t Buy, Michael Sandel

Clear and pertinent insights. But, poss’ stating the obvious & preaching to the converted?

Originally published on the Amazon UK website, a number of years back, it seemed to me that this would sit well here, now, along with my recent reviews of a few other more recent books critiquing capitalism.

I like the idea behind this book a lot – what Sandel calls the ‘marketization of everything’ is indeed a cause for concern. And I remember hearing and enjoying his Reith lectures, on BBC Radio 4, back in 2009, on the theme of ‘a new citizenship’, in which, if memory serves, he mentioned some of the ideas discussed in this book.

However, this is a rather thin book in terms of concepts and arguments (I read it in one evening), whilst considered in terms of lists and repetition it is, as several other reviewers have noted, rather fat. When Lyell or Darwin do this, in their books on geology or evolution, one feels the cumulative weight of their evidence was entirely necessary. By comparison, Sandel’s examples seem limited and almost entirely anecdotal. And if, as some reviewers suggest (and I suspect they may be right) this book is preaching to the converted, do we need so many examples?

His opening question, the two principles of ‘coercion’ (relating to fairness and choice in an unequal world) and ‘corruption’ (the corrosive effect that supposedly neutral markets can have in valuing goods), along with the closing statement (actually just a reiteration of the opening questions: ‘Do we want a society where everything is up for sale? Or are there certain moral and civic goods that markets do not honor and money cannot buy?’), supported by a few examples, could’ve made the same case in just a fraction of the space.

An Amazon reviewer calling themselves Sphex has said elsewhere that ‘We all know of public figures who scoff at the idea of progress and make a good living bemoaning the current state of the world’. My guess is (the Sphex quote comes from a review of Stephen Pinker’s Better Angels book) he’s referring to John Gray. Whilst one hopes and imagines that Sandel does at least believe we might be able to do something in the face of ‘market triumphalism’ he offers no ideas whatsoever here: this is really just a long (and, at £20, expensive) litany of woes. Whilst Sandel might not be blowing a dirge on the trumpet of pessimism in quite the same way Gray does, he does appear to be trading in gloom.

Although I’m in more or less complete agreement with him that rampant deregulated capitalism running amok in every walk of life is doing immense amounts of harm, I found the parade of morally repellent practices he adduced as evidence, well… frankly, depressing. And on the evidence given here current trends look resolutely headed towards ever more of life being colonised by commerce. Certainly a debate on these issues is needed. But, as Sandel quite correctly points out, neither debate nor engagement on such issues are in a healthy way.

Sandel is American, which is evident not only in his spelling, but also most of his substantive focus, and I feel this book would have benefitted from casting its net wider. I would like to have given the book more stars, but I don’t think it will change many minds, and amongst its readership the litany of gloom might even prove de-motivational. It didn’t really tell me anything new, other than a few specific details of how awful modern capitalism can be, and how frighteningly amoral or immoral its apologists often are, adding a few gory details to the minutiae of horror that its ever spreading tentacles of doom represent.

As whistle-blowing, or acting the role of the boy who shouts ‘the emperor’s butt naked!’, the points Sandel makes are a necessary element of a debate that needs to be happening. Catch-phrase economists passing off their ‘expertise’ as morally neutral, and the oxymoronic concepts that suggest economics is at one and the same time both scientific and yet also clairvoyant are myths more deserving of deconstruction than, for example, Gray’s pet hate, progress. But as well as the critique, the negative, we need positive suggestions, and there are none to be found here.

BOOK REViEW: Politics English Language, Orwell

Stimulating, thought provoking, but flawed.

Transferred, and very slightly amended, from an old Amazon UK review.

This tiny 20 or so page pamphlet is not really a book.

As well as containing the essay boldly if drably emblazoned on the cover, there’s also a very brief review of Hitler’s Mein Kampf. An odd pairing at first glance, but less so when one considers the subject of the first essay in broader terms. In fact Orwell’s review of Mein Kampf is a succinct example of the clarity and concision advocated in the main foregoing essay.

I’ll not say any more about Orwell’s review of the book that helped launch Hitler on his ill-started career here. So, to the main event. In discussing the relationship of politics to the English language, Orwell begins by using five examples of what he deems to be turgid, pretentious and, in several instances, largely meaningless prose, thereby attacking pretentiousness and politicking. Having given examples, he extracts five principles of poor English usage – his  ‘catalogue of swindles and perversion’ – giving them such names as ‘dying metaphor’, and ‘pretentious diction.’

He also puts forward six principles he feels writers ought to follow. Essentially it all boils down to clarity, honesty, concision and simplicity, as basics, with freshness and vividness, should you choose to use metaphor, as the icing on the cake. As some other reviewers of this little publication have observed, Orwell is oversimplifying things drastically to make his points, and even admits he’s guilty of the sins he’s throwing stones at. But this remains a pretty well written case for clarity, honesty and transparency in writing and thinking.

Despite this, and despite some rather unconvincing caveats from Orwell himself, this has the salty tang of Canute against the waves about it. And if he’s right about some things (say for example ‘politics and the debasement of language’) he’s flat wrong about others: both the clichés he refers to on p. 17 (read it to find out they are!) are still alive and well and, whether by the same rules as biology or not, languages and their usages certainly do evolve, an idea he doesn’t seem entirely happy with.

Ultimately I disagree with his reductive and proscriptive stance. Yes language can be and often is political, and yes it can be and often is used to ‘humbug’ us, and ‘give an appearance of solidity to pure wind’ (his objection to lazy off-the-shelf language and its anaesthetic affect on human consciousness is put beautifully, and remains a challenge to us now, perhaps even more so in our info-saturated cyber age). But language is also a rich, evolving, free-flowing mode of human expression, and to seek to control it as Orwell seems to want to do here, is to sit Canute like, before the waves.

Certainly I’ll be thinking about his list of rules, and trying perhaps to employ some of them; clarity and concision – basically the trimming away of verbal fat – being the most obvious and compelling aims. But, unlike Orwell, I won’t be consigning any phrases (except perhaps the new-speak of business culture?) to any kind of literary dustbin.

As others have noted, given the subject, and the slightness of this publication, the typos (particularly egregious is ‘turning’ rendered as ‘turmng’, in a note on p. 7.) are inexcusable!

Stimulating and thought provoking, but something of a flawed oddity, both in itself, and in this tiny, slim format.

BOOK REViEW: Byzantium, Herrin

Judith Herrin’s Byzantium is an engaging read, which is exactly what I want in a popular history book. 

She puts it well in her concluding statement when she summarises all the possible reasons why one might naturally be fascinated by the story of Byzantium – as a bulwark against Islam for nascent Western Europe, as the inheritor of Greek and Roman legacies, as the Eastern half of Christendom, or countless other things ranging from the creation of new alphabets to the use and roles of eunuchs – concluding that it’s not any one of these things, but the combination, what she calls “a rich ecology of traditions and resources”, that make for such a fascinating history.

She does seem to have a bee in her bonnet about the “systematic calumnies” perpetrated against Byzantium by the West, and she pinpoints the root of this as being the sack of Constantinople in 1204 during the Crusades. I was, personally, unaware of this allegedly jaundiced view, but I can quite easily see that she may well be right. Diarmid McCullough, in his History of Christianity makes a similar special plea for the re-evaluation of Eastern Christendom, so she’s certainly not alone in taking this position.

Byzantium is delightfully pleasurable straightforward reading on the whole (although I think a glossary would be a good addition), structured in easily digested bite-sized thematic chapters.

One minor irritation was the way the supernatural side of religion (Christianity in particular, naturally, given the subject of the book) was related as if factual (e.g. p 107, ‘Leo’s defence … intercession of the Virgin’, or p 103 ‘Sometimes the icons … powers.’ This last is immediately followed by a short section couched in two lights, first as if the supernatural were factual (‘Patriarch Sophronius … witnessed’ etc), and then in a more historical/rationalist vein; ‘individuals who believed themselves cured’ etc. I find this double-standard a little odd.

Herrin explicitly states in her intro that she’s deliberately emphasising the role of religious belief (and in particular her feel for the historical weight of Christian belief: ‘an intensely personal view’ founded in work done on her previous book The Formation Of Christendom) in a history where she feels ‘secular scholarship and popular appreciation’ may be in danger of forgetting or overlooking this.

I thoroughly enjoyed the book, yet there is a dissonance when religious experience (and by that I mean the supernatural aspects of religious belief) is couched in exactly the same terms as any other ‘fact’.

And indeed I was really struck by how little rational qualification of such ‘data’ there was, and how late it started putting in its rare appearances. So much so that when, roughly a third of the way through the book, on p101, she actually qualified a statement (‘Visions and … were alleged … icons.’), I felt like saying ‘at last!’

Quite what her exact personal position is, in religious terms, is then, potentially, an important and relevant issue to the proper understanding of the book.

MEDiA: A Brief History of Maths, Sautoy [Audiobook]

Another archival post, from several years ago.

I only saw one episode of the TV series Marcus Du Sautoy recently had on TV (must see if I can track it down on iPlayer!), and it was very interesting. So when this came up on Vine I jumped at the chance to get it.

Engaging for his boyish enthusiasm, Du Sautoy has a wonderfully straightforward, unpretentious delivery. This is very much a popular series for the uninitiated layman, although one hopes the boffins will also enjoy hearing their subject getting a popularist boost.

More than being an exposition of the hardcore technicalities of maths itself, this is a story of the people involved, and their contributions to the evolution of a branch of human inquiry that has, as time goes on, proved ever more intriguing, baffling, and yet also practical and enlightening. Du Sautoy makes some extravagant claims for maths, the “queen of the sciences”, quoting or paraphrasing Galileo, and portraying maths as the light that will illuminate us in our understanding of the otherwise dark and obscure maze of the world. Not being a mathematician, I can’t go as far or as confidently as Du Sautoy, but I think it’d be churlish not to agree that, whether you go all the way with him or not, maths is clearly hugely important in human development, and in the evolution of scientific understanding.

Over ten episodes Du Sautoy covers numerous stars of the mathematical firmament, starting with the controversy over ‘the calculus’, and who got there first; Leibniz or Newton? Whilst Newton voted himself (via his position in the Royal Society), official winner of the debate, Du Sautoy is, one feels, more in Leibniz’s corner. The story behind this is fascinating. He then goes on to cover such characters as Euler, amongst whose many achievements was a definitive solution to the ‘seven bridges of Königsberg’ conundrum, which has, so the series tells us, become fundamental to the workings of the internet!

Fourier’s work, as one of Napoleon’s “army of intellectuals”, on his ill-fated (albeit productive: the Rosetta stone was part of the booty) Egyptian campaign, was initially about the study of heat, but ultimately enlightend us about all kinds of waves, including light and sound. Brian Eno is brought in (each episode features a guest expert or two) to explain and demonstrate how Fourier analysis can be used in modern music, which, as a musician, I found very interesting.

I was aware of Gauss from my work as an illustrator (using Gaussian filters in Photoshop, for example), but learning how Gaussian distributions on graphs help statisticians model realistic patterns in apparently muddled data, and how this has become so useful in such areas of applied science as modern medicine, was very interesting. I always like to hear the back-story of great achievements, and Du Sautoy is “pained” that figures like Bolyai, Loachevski and Riemann, on whose shoulders Einstein (apparently not the greatest mathematician himself) and his theory of relativity rest, are not better known. Whether I’ll remember these new and obscure names, I don’t know, but their story is fascinating.

Du Sautoy always get most enthused when the maths is at its most ‘pure’: he loves Cantor and his infinity of infinities. This is an example where the concepts are easy enough for the general layman to understand, and yet touch on ideas that are either mind-blowing, or mind numbing, or possibly both (but in a good way). And then there’s Poincaré, whose errors in a theory submitted to a prestigious maths competition (set up by the then king of Sweden) ultimately gave rise to chaos theory. Here we touch on a subject we love so much in Britain: the weather! The systems work according to rules, but tiny variations in the variables can produce great differences in outcomes.

Some of the characters are tantalisingly, excitingly tragic, adding unexpected romance and pathos to the story of maths, such as the young Évariste Galois, killed aged 20 in a duel, whose insights have subsequently proven useful in physics, apparently working very well for the study of sub-atomic particles. Another touching story is that of Hardy, a pure mathematician who apparently didn’t care too much for the practicality of his maths (a trait of ‘real’ mathematicians Du Sautoy claims is of the utmost importance: practical benefits may come hundreds of years later), and his correspondence and working relationship with a self-taught Indian mathematician, Ramanujan. Both were to driven to despair, indeed, both attempted suicide (unsuccessfully) at different times in their lives, driven half-crazy by the ‘demonic’ primes. The fruits of their struggles? The complex codes that protect our personal data on the internet. Would Hardy have been pleased about this grubby commercial use of his obscure mathematical musings? Du Sautoy thinks not. But, whatever, the story is fascinating.

An excellent series from the good ol’ Beeb, proving that the license fee is still worth paying. I just wish there was more of this sort of thing on TV and radio. Well worth shelling out for.

BOOK REViEW: Ballad of Britain, Will Hodgkinson

NB: This is an archival review, first written 10 or more years ago, as part of the Amazon Vine programme. Sadly Amazon booted me off the program and deleted all my (thousands of) reviews!* Some of them I had back ups of. So I’m putting those up here, slowly but shirley!

* No explanation given, either!

There’s a lot here of real interest: some obscure artists, old and new, get some much merited exposure, and some seemingly divergent strands of musical interest are drawn together into an interesting if somewhat patchwork narrative.

Like the author’s barnet (see the cover of Song Man), this is a messy affair, and at times I really wanted him to go deeper into whatever it was he was relating, but he would always be off on the next leg of his journey.

Given the scope of the project, and the bewildering range of ground and style he covers, this isn’t surprising. In fact knitting it all together at all is quite an achievement. He does a good job of accessing all kinds of disparate (and on the whole ‘outsider’) voices, and navigates tricky territory – the minefields of opinion – with skill, relating the views of those he meets whilst ultimately keeping his own counsel, mixing candour and balance laudably.

The use of the road trips themselves to bind the book together is quite clever, though at times it did intrude on the ostensible subject: music and the ongoing evolution of musical culture in Britain. By way of illustration I can insert myself into this review as he does into his book:

Despite having had several bangers myself (including a knackered old Astra), and even leaving caps off crucial parts of the engine by mistake (the oil tank in my case), leading to the decease of a beloved jalopy).

Also, being a mildly technophobic musician – because of these shared experiences perhaps I should be more sympathetic? – I found the threads relating to his car and Zoom digital recorder occasionally irritating. Perhaps this is ’cause I’m used to books on music that are more conventionally academic? Focussing solely on the subject, without the author becoming a noticeable part of the fabric of the book.

Having said this, it was a fascinating read, and he is working in territory that sorely needs more light shining on it. When he occasionally muses on the wider cultural setting: the implications of our current state, both socially and musically, and in terms of how these might relate, and where we’re heading, it’s quite interesting: music is, or can be, or perhaps ought to be, something related to the fabric of our daily lives, as opposed to no more than product that we consume.

Perhaps as time progresses we will see, as he says, “that what we need in life is right there in front of us” and, perhaps, as the old markets and models collapse, a new climate of organic micro-scenes will become more normal, and we’ll all be able to enjoy a more egalitarian and participatory musical experience?

But there’s a note of the melancholy that he sees in his subject in the book itself: he admits (as do I) that the music of the sixties and seventies holds a particular fascination for him, and there’s a constant sense that he has to go digging out all this obscure stuff because the mainstream so ill serves us.

At the end of the book I have to confess I felt a little deflated: he covers loads of really interesting stuff (I love The Wicker Man references, and the history of early folk song collectors is fascinating), and succeeds in avoiding any glib over-arching conclusions or pronouncements. But he kind of leaves the reader hanging mid-air, with all kinds of loose threads flapping about in the windy rainy autumnal collective consciousness that he sees as the melancholy and cyclic heart of British music.

MEDiA: A History of the World in 100 Objects, Neil Macgregor/British Museum (Audiobook)

Vision on the radio.

Yet more archival action. This was originally written not that long after the series first aired, on BBC R4, after receiving the audiobook version, via the Amazon Vine programme. This blog post is a slightly revised version of my Amazon UK review of the latter.

Quite justifiably described on the packaging as a landmark series, this is factual programming at it’s very best, up there with such monumental achievements as Carl Sagan’s Cosmos, Kenneth Clarke’s Civilisation, and David Attenborough’s prodigious and prolific Life series

British Museum director Neil MacGregor proves to be an eloquent, charming, and compelling guide, taking the listener on a fascinating, amazingly wide-ranging, and hugely absorbing travelogue through time and space, history and culture, in which the role of the listener’s imagination is, intriguingly, very important.

Thanks to the odd but inspired choice of covering the ostensibly visual world of objects through the language-based medium of the radio, the listeners mind is allowed, as with any good storyteller scenario, to create imaginative pictures of everything; from imagining how MacGregor might himself look, to picturing, in the mind’s eye, the varied and exotic objects themselves, their original locations, the journeys that brought them to the British Museum, and, of course, the peoples and cultures from whence they come. In pursuing this visionary approach via radio, the series succeeds in capturing the imagination, and through imagination, cultivating fascination. A clever and remarkably seductive ploy.

I think it’s better that, rather than trying to convey the effect of each episode by discussing particular objects, I try and instead convey the general approach: basically each object becomes a prism, through which MacGregor (with help from experts and other pundits) unlocks a veritable rainbow of associations, which range from the continual unfolding of new insights about the objects themselves (these things, at first sight static and immutable, become conduits for the ever changing plasticity of our minds, and in turn for what’s perceived in itself: amazing!), and our understanding of the cultures they come from, to how this feeds into history, and the evolution of culture, affecting us here and now.

The scope is thus truly grand, and MacGregor’s excitement (all the best inspirational educators seem possessed of this almost child-like glee: think of the aforementioned Sagan, Clarke, and Attenborough), as he guides us eloquently on this epic journey, is both palpable and contagious. Thanks to this series, the relatively frequent trips my wife and I make to our local museums have increased, both in terms of frequency, and in terms of quality, as I now pay more attention to a wider range of objects, more aware of the rich bounty of insight they potentially represent.

A rich smorgasbord of talking heads add their own views and insights, reminding us of the fact of continually evolving webs of human interconnectedness, which forms a kind of sub-plot of the series. I must confess that sometimes canvassing the ‘great and the good’ in this manner irritates me, but it’s well done here, and the people and quotes chosen are generally both full of insight, enlightening, and add colour and variety to the series.

MacGregor.

Not only does the series entertain and educate brilliantly, but it also stimulates reflection. Episodes covering such topics as sexuality and smoking throw up contentious and challenging views, views that continue to change through time. And rather than supplying glib answers, MacGregor and the series instead leave room for the listener to think for themselves, which is excellent. That this series will spark many and varied chains of thought in the listener is, I think, pretty much a certainty, and it’s part of what makes it so good.

And that’s just a small part of the great the beauty of the series: from a broken potsherd or a gilded galleon, to meditations on what it is, and what it once was, to be human, all this and much more are spun out from the individual objects, more often than not things of great beauty in themselves. And, as noted above, MacGregor’s style of delivery is an important part of this, the series as a whole striking a wonderful balance between serious mindedness and accessibility.

The series is also very well put together, structurally: three tranches of programmes aired over a year, in batches of approximately 30 or so at a time. Each programme being approximately 15 mins long. The combined total air time is just over a solid days worth of material, at 24/25 hours! And, as each episode is relatively short, each can be comfortably digested on it’s own, or you can enjoy several delicious courses at a sitting. Listening to the CDs I recall the excitement with which I would await each new episode as they aired (and the frustration of waiting between each tranche!).

I also have the podcasts and a good old-fashioned hardback print version of the series, in book form. It’s so good that having it in all these formats seems, to me, very worthwhile. The book has the obvious added advantage over the other formats of bigger more sumptuous illustrations of the objects. There is a small booklet, however, accompanying the audiobook release. So images of all the objects can be viewed, grouped in sets of five (corresponding to the weekly transmissions), with, over each set, a small précis of that weeks themes and objects, but they – the images – are rather small.

Nothing short of stunning, this series is a complete and very exciting triumph, and this audiobook is a good format to own it in.

PS – The wiki entry on the whole project is well worth reading.

BOOK REViEW: Children of Hurin, Tolkien

Another of my occasional archival posts.

The basic premise of this story is that one can’t cheat fate. I’m not going to synopsise the story. Let other folk do that! (Plenty have.)

Whatever our current views of such an ancient idea as fate might be – the Final Destination movie series is one contemporary take on it – there’s no doubt that in Tolkien’s world it tends, more often than not, to be unpleasant. In this instance Tolkien really goes for the darkest of pagan vibes, with a selection of themes that might be equally at home in the harshest of Nordic, or even Greek tragedies.

Apparently Tolkien worked on a sequel to LOTR, but abandoned it, because it was, according to his son Christopher, “too dark”. In much the same way, the story told in Children Of Hurin shared a similar fate, never reaching completion in J. R. R.’s own lifetime. Elements of the story first appeared in The Silmarillion, itself the first of Christopher’s works as literary executor, after his father’s death.

I first read it, many, many, many years ago, as a young teenager, in that incomplete state, and under the title ‘Narn I Hîn Húrin’ in a volume entitled Unfinished Tales. It was captivating then, and perhaps even more tantalising due to its incompleteness, like a partial fossilised skeleton might be to an archaeologist, biologist or palaeontologist.

So it was exciting to learn that Christopher Tolkien had revisited his fathers archives and put together a complete version of this bleakly compelling, highly enchanting tale. I have long hoped he might be able to do likewise for the story of Tuor, and the fall of Gondolin (I believe he may have?).

Tolkien inspires such devotion and admiration amongst a part of his readership, to which I belong, I guess, that many of his readers enjoy learning about the evolution, the archaeology if you will, of his work, and Christopher’s subsequent part in this. How Christopher managed to finish this particular unfinished tale is included in this volume, and was in itself fascinating.

But, ultimately it’s the story, and Tolkien’s gift for creating a believable world that contains such unbelievable elements as magic, elves and dragons, that lies at the heart of the success of this book. I’m not a fan of fantasy literature as a whole. Most of it seems to me so poorly conceived and written it puts me off rather than draws me in. Tolkien’s obsessively scholarly depth and detail mark his work out as a rare exception in the genre.

I absolutely adore this story. And that’s what’s getting five stars in this review. I’m a little less keen on the recent Alan Lee illustrated editions, to be honest. I have no beef with Lee, per se. It’s just that, aside from Tolkien’s own artworks, I prefer to let his words and my imagination give rise to how I see his creations. Having someone else’s visualisations kind of gets in the way a bit, for me.

And that’s why ultimately I feel all the Peter Jackson stuff, and how it’s popularised Tolkien’s oeuvre, has been (for me) a difficult or troubling issue. More on this, perhaps, in some other Tolkien related posts?

But, for a work of dark powerful fantasy, with the power of ancient myth, The Children of Hurin is great.

BOOK REViEW: The Malay Archipelago, A. R. Wallace

More archival shenanigans!

Alfred Russell Wallace’s Malay Archipelago is a wonderful Victorian-era adventure, combining travel to far-flung exotic locations with myriad fascinating themes, from the roots of science in collecting specimens in the field, to C19th commerce, imperialism, and even anthropology and philosophy. This is not the author’s equivalent to On The Origins (he wrote no such work), but rather his counterpart, of sorts, to Darwin’s Voyage of the Beagle.

Because of this I certainly wouldn’t go as far as the writer of the back cover blurb on this Periplus edition – who asserts that Alfred Russell Wallace “deserves equal billing with Charles Darwin for his independently drawn but parallel conclusions on the theory of evolution” – because, like Wallace himself, I feel Darwin’s stupendous amount of research work quite justifies his precedence. Nevertheless this is certainly as exciting a read as Darwin’s Voyage of the Beagle, and certainly Wallace deserves to be – and is clearly gradually becoming – much better known.

Wallace.

It was via David Attenborough’s enthusiasm for Wallace and this book – an illustration in which ignited a passion for Birds of Paradise in the young Attenborough, begetting a lifelong obsession, resulting in numerous trips, films and books – along with my continued avid reading of Darwin related material, which lead me to eventually request this book as a birthday present (thanks mum!). I have the very handsome – and often hard to find (it seems to go out of print regularly!) – Periplus edition.

Essentially this is a write up of Wallace’s travels in the Malay Archipelago, where he was collecting wildlife specimens for private collectors, back home in Great Britain. As well as being a tireless collector and ardent observer of both the wildlife specimens – mainly bugs and birds – and the natural history observations that go with them, Wallace was a very eloquent thoughtful man. As a result you get a mixture of natural history, adventure, anthropology, and so on. The indefatigable energy and industry, and the omnivorous enthusiasm and inquisitiveness of men like Wallace and Darwin, so alike and yet also so different, continues to fascinate and inspire.

This is by turns exciting, amusing and enlightening, illuminating wonderfully how the worlds of commerce, adventure, and science met, in the exotic islands of the Malay archipelgo and the person of a self-made polymath adventurer.