Tuesday 10 May 2011

February 2011 Books

On the non-fiction front I've read Paul Ashbee's excellent Kent in Prehistoric Times. The bibliography provides further reading to learn about individual archaeological sites in detail. DW Crossley's Sidney Ironworks Accounts, 1541 - 1573 allows the reader to explore one aspect of that Penshurst-based family's activities. Miri Rubin's Mother of God is a brilliant book. It explores the way the cult of the Virgin Mary in the Catholic Church grew, mainly from the  12th century onwards. Expect to be made to think. And then there is A Voyager Out, a biography of the explorer of West Africa, Mary Kingsley, by Katherine Frank. It made me wish I could be transported back in time to have a very long conversation with her. The last real history I read this month was DS Richards' Conflict in the Crimea which covered the whole of this war in military terms, with some diversions into other aspects, such as the fact that only about 10% of deaths were from battle. The rest of the deaths were from illnesses caused by totally ineffective provision of supplies of food, clothing and housing of all sorts. It was refreshing to read an account of the Crimean War without any mention of Florence Nightingale.

 Jason Felch and Ralph Frammolino's Chasing Aphrodite is a devastating description of how the Getty Museum indirectly, but knowingly, participated in the robbing of ancient sites in the Mediterranean for choice artefacts to conserve and display.
 
Chasing Aphrodite
Jason Felch and Ralph Frammolino
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, NY, 2011; xii + 364
ISBN: 978-0-151-01501-6

In his life John Paul Getty junior used his wealth to build up an extraordinary collection of fine art, sculpture and Greek and Roman antiques. These were partly on display in his houses and partly kept in stores. Before his death, however, he invested in a large museum in California which was a replica of a Roman villa on a large scale. When it opened to the public it had very little in the way of a reserve collection backing up what was on display that scholars could study. Jiri Frel, the first curator of antiquities realised that this was a major shortcoming of the museum and set about making it good. He used to buy items from dealers or individuals agreeing a priced and charging the museum rather more for the item. He used the surplus to buy in items to build up a substantial reserve collection of antiquities. What he almost certainly knew – as did other museum curators in America – that most, if not all, of the items he was buying had recently been looted from sites in Italy or Greece and sold through a series of dealers in Europe. The main ones were based either in Switzerland or London. Itwms coming from Italy were all documented as having been found before 1936 and kept by families in one country or another in Europe. Frel got into the habit of forging a lot of the paperwork relating to many of these items. He got his secretary to type up the documents on counterfeit papers. At least 800 objects had little or no documentation as a result. Eventually he was found out and was forced to leave the museum. Shortly after, all the documentation relating to his curatorship was removed from the museum.
            His successor, Marion True, was determined to stop the acquisition of looted items by the museum. She began to insist on proper documentation showing the succession of ownership from removing the item from the soil to its present ownership. Other museums in America adopted a much laxer attitude to the ownership question. A number were only concerned with the previous ten years of ownership, while others were even more relaxed. At the same time the Greek and Italian governments began to become much stricter in allowing people to sell antiquities to overseas collectors and museums. Unfortunately for True, she had accepted a loan from a dealer to help her buy a holiday villa on Cyprus. When the Italian police began to explore all the dealings of one man who had died unexpectedly, there was evidence that she had had contact with him. And that nearly everything he had sold or was preparing to sell was looted. She and the Getty faced minutely detailed examination by the Italian police. They were able to establish that the Getty held a large number of objects that could be shown to have been recently looted. Other museums were being given the same message by the Italian Police. Moist retuned the looted objects more or less straight away. True, however, had been fired by the Getty. Nevertheless the museum continued to fight the Italians but, in the end, had to face the fact that they did hold looted objects some of which were the finest objects in their collections. The net result was that they were able to profit from loan exhibitions of magnificent objects in  Italian museums that were not normally open to public viewing.
            This book is a detailed expose of the collectors, dealers and looters. It details the changing policies of the Getty’s curators, directors and board over time. It shows how corrupt collecting by both individuals and museums was in the four decades after the ending of the Second World War war.


I really enjoyed reading a Christmas present from an Australian friend. It was a collection of short stories by RM Winn called Up a hollow log. Novels include Leslie Thomas's Other Times and Scott Spencer's Endless Love.

Endless Love
Scott Spencer

First published 1979,
Open Road Integrated Media edition, 2010

ISBN: 978-1-4532-0523-5; vi + 345pp

This is a sort of letter from one lover to another, except that they parted some time ago under difficult circumstances: she called the police who incarcerated him.
            The story begins with David, whose parents and all their friends are avid communists. He regards their view of society as more or less normal until, as a teenager, he meets Jade and her family. They have a completely relaxed, attitude to society. More or less: if I let you do your thing, you let me do mine. They were well into drugs and explored them as a family. David became so attached to their ways that he ended up living with them. And in Jade’s bed. To start with they slept in her single bed, but later her mother bought them a double bed. Eventually her father decided that David and Jade’s relationship was getting too intense and they agreed that David would keep away from Jade and the house for thirty days. David struggled with this and, eventually, set fire to a pile of newspapers in the porch of their house. Everyone inside is so drugged up that he has to go inside to rescue them.
            He is committed to a psychiatric hospital where he spends three years. When he is released he goes back to his parents’ house. He is required to make no attempt whatsoever  to contact Jade or her family; to attend the local university; to get a job; to see a psychiatrist twice a week and to visit his parole officer at regular intervals. After a time he manages to move into a flat of his own. But then he decides to find Jade. So he starts to ring all the people he can find with her surname. Finally, he finds her mother and leans that she has divorced Hugh and that the family is spread out all over America. They start to correspond, writing long letters to each other, though Ann doesn’t let slip anything about Jade.
            He breaks parole and goes to New York where he stays in a hotel. Then he knocks on Ann’s door and, after some conversation, they go out together for a meal. He spends the night on her couch, even though she offers him her bed. They spend the next day together as well and seem to enjoy one another’s company. The next day, David sees Jade’s father in the street. He is with his new girlfriend. Hugh starts to cross the road to reach David but gets run over by a taxi and dies.
            He and Ann view the corpse. The children all gather at Ann’s flat for the funeral. Afterwards, in the gathering at the flat, David is forced by one of the children to leave. He meets Jade just arriving in New York. They have a meal and then go to his hotel where they continue talking. They are reacquainting themselves with their old love for one another. Eventually they make love again and again and again during the night. They leave New York and go to live in the house she shares with other university students. While she is at university, he works at various jobs.
Their life is pretty good until Jade finds out that her father died because he didn’t look before crossing the road to confront David. She blames him for this and locks him out of the house. She informs the police that he is being a nuisance. They remove him and find out that he has broken parole. So he goes back to the psychiatric hospital he was in before. He spends some time there during which Jade marries a Frenchman and goes to France and his father dies. He also has sex with two women and fails to form a relationship with a third. Eventually his mother has no more money for the hospital and so he is committed to a State run one. There he is visited by Ann, Jade’s mother, who manages to get him released.
And so he writes this book for Jade telling of their joint lives. It’s a really good read with quite a few unexpected twists. I can thoroughly recommend it.
           

 Finally, there is the fantasy novel by Jules Wellesley called  The Mask of the River King.

The Mask of the River King
Jules Wellesley
Smashwords Edition, 2009. 165pp

This is a fantasy novel and contains all the things I hate about fantasy fiction. There are multitudes of strange characters  - for want of a better word – who are, somehow, able to communicate with one another. Each set of these characters has its own appearance, laws, customs and language. They all seem to be at odds with one another, resulting in quite serious fighting and battles from time to time. Or torture. Or both. Having these elements on just one planet would be bad enough, but the heroes of our story are able to escape one lot of trouble for another by using a ‘nexus’ or ‘vortex’ to reach another planet and time and a new set of characters. And while they travel through the nexus they themselves can change shape and size. It’s like 3-D Lord of the Rings. Or a bit like some of the more sophisticated computer games. Nevertheless, you carry on reading to find out if the four heroes do finally get to the end and triumph. Oh – and did I say that it’s good versus evil. And that our four heroes are the ones on the good side.
            OK. So we start in a world where everyone/thing is in thrall to an evil overlord. Frey is one of his slaves who was found as a baby beside a spring in a cave. He has grown up as one of the slaves. A group of travellers appears who are most unwelcome. They are led by Niran who is patently good. He rides an Umsu which can talk to him. Frey manages to escape with them when they leave. A female character called Rana also escapes this world with them. And basically that’s the core heroes. They encounter all sorts of strange worlds and beings and win out over each one. Sometimes it’s a simple escape, other times they have to fight for it with friends they pick up for the occasion. We learn a little more about each character in each world they visit. It turns out that Niran has magic powers through his ability to manipulate soulstones. This means that he is one of a small group of optifexes. Soulstones are used for a multitude of purposes because they throw energy beams for want of a better word. I suppose they are the equivalent of the old ray guns of primitive science fiction.
            As the group pass through different worlds, thee battles they have to fight in one way or another get fiercer.  Frey and Rana fall in love with one another. Predictable, you might say. But they supply the only love interest in this story. And by the end she is pregnant. Towards the end Frey gets separated from the others and seems to travel in a different world from them. He meets a group of optifexes and is trained and initiated as one of them, having already received considerable training from Niran. The two groups unite and Frey finally meets the ultimately evil one in this strange universe. After a lengthy battle, he wins over the evil one and starts to rule the universe with Rana at his side, even though she has her doubts about his final appearance.
            At the end of the day this is a good adventure story which is well-written. It is also one of those un-put-downable books once you have got into the story.

Monday 9 May 2011

January 2011 Books

I think the best non-fiction book I have read in a long time is Hugh Thomas's The Slave Trade. It explores in minute detail (850 pages) the history, development and decline of the Atlantic Slave Trade. If you want to learn about Slavery from the mid-15th century to the end of the 19th century, then this is the book to start with. Sian Rees's The Floating Brothel describes how the first transport ship of women was filled and sent to Australia. It made me want to find out what happened to the women once they arrived in that continent. Will Rees oblige us?After that comes Brenda Madox's George Eliot which kept me entertained and informed. My one regret was this biography was not longer. Gayle Lemmon's The Dressmaker of Khair Khana was interesting but derivative, considering The Bookseller of Kabul was published a couple of years before this one.


The Dressmaker of Khair Khana
Gayle Tzemach Lemmon
Harper Collins, 2011. 170pp
ISBN:  978-0-06-173237-9

This book is an account of life in a suburb of Kabul in Afghanistan during the Taliban era of 1996 – 2001. It was written using extensive interviews with one family gthat felt it essential to break up during this fundamentalist period. The mother and father migrated to northern Afghanistan to live in an area their families came from. One son went to Pakistan and a son-in-law went to Iran. There the sons were able to make livings for themselves. They left behind two younger sons and five daughters and a married daughter. The family home was in Khair Khana, a suburb of Kazbul.
            Much of the first half of the book is taken up with an account of how women were treated or mistreated by the Taliban. This is paralleled almost exactly by a similar, earlier account in Asne Seierstad’s The Bookseller of Kabul (2003). In the earlier book the author actually lived with the family she was studying for a period of about 6 months. She experienced their life problems and offered a very sympathetic account of the women’s lives. She also described how the father ran a bookshop that on the surface only sold religious literature but, dangerously, sold ‘illegal’ books under the counter. The bookseller was very unhappy with his portrait as a domestic tyrant in this book.
            The family described in this book seems not to have been so strictly regulated by the father. His daughters were educated and encouraged to go to university. Indeed. When the Taliban took power, one already had a degree and a job and a second daughter had just completed part of her studies. Then, in 1996, their lives stopped. When outside the house they had to be completely covered and also be accompanied by a male member of the family.
            The father and mother fled to the relative safety of northern Afghanistan and two of the sons fled to other Islamic countries. The daughters were thus left to fend for themselves.
            After a time money, and hence food, became so short that the eldest daughter decided to learn how to sew from her oldest, married, sister. She sold what she made to traders in the local market. As demand for her clothes grew so she taught her sisters how to sew and thus increase output. Then friends got drawn in to the clothes production. Finally, she established a small school where girls were taught essential skills in order to help, what can only be described as a factory producing women’s clothes, meet its targets. The only reason the Taliban didn’t close them down and punish the women was that senior members had bought wedding clothes here for their own daughters.
            When you read The Bookseller of Kabul you feel as though you are a member of the family, sharing their trials and tribulations. The same cannot really be said of this book which seems to be based on interviews rather than an extended period of living with the family. Nevertheless it does provide a useful counterbalance to the usual picture of helpless women under the Taliban. For this alone, it can be recommended.

Lana Citron's A Compendium of Kisses provides the reader with a sort of general classification of kisses and entertainment.

A Compendium of Kisses
Lana Citron
Harlequin, 7 Oct 2010, iv + 219
ISBN: 978-0-373-89242-6

Most houses have at least one reference book in it – a dictionary – even if it is just a minute pocket one that obsolete secretaries and typists used to carry in their handbags or baskets to quietly check their boss’s spelling.  It went with the job. But there are so many different types of dictionaries. I, for one, have straight English dictionaries ranging from a wonderful late 19th century two-volume one that defines a velocipede but not a bicycle, right the way up to the 1979 Compact Oxford English Dictionary that has to be read with a magnifying glass (provided). And more recent dictionaries that include larger or smaller sections devoted to a Thesaurus.
However, dictionaries cover a multitude of subjects: Quotations, Music, Opera, History, Art and Artists, Literature, Archaeology, Biography (as in the Dictionary of National Biography) and more technical subjects such as those used by crossword solvers or Scrabble players. Poets, of course, have recourse to several Rhyming Dictionaries. My bias towards the humanities shows clearly here. I am sure there are scientific dictionaries, but I have never had cause to try and find any of them.
The point is that whatever our interests we all need a reference work at some point or other in our lives. Some people will never turn a reference page once they have left school. Others will be forever buried in the never-ending possibilities that these books offer.
I think A Compendium of Kisses should be classified as a work of reference. In its 219 pages it provides a seemingly endless collection of quotations about, and commentaries on, kissing.  It is divided into four sections: The Anatomy of a Kiss; The Nature and Geography of a Kiss; The History of Kissing; and Cultural Kisses. These cover every aspect of kissing that you could imagine and many that you never thought were possible. This book is fascinating to dip into and wander in the pages from time to time, a true reference book. Fortunately, it is not as long as Martin Von Kemp’s Opus Historicum de Osculis (roughly translated as a History of Kissing). It was published in Frankfurt in 1680 and consisted of over 1,000 pages of excerpts to form an encyclopaedic work on the subject. This is an entertaining and informative book.


On the fiction front, I've had a pretty good month. I started with Scarlett Thomas's Dead Clever and followed it up with Philippa Gregory's historical fiction The Red Queen. And then, Sebastian Faulks's Engleby. I'm afraid to say that, even though I normally enjoy reading his work, Gabrial Garcia Marquez's Leaf Storm failed to catch me. However, Robert Robinson's Naked Frame, a brilliant murder-mystery made up for that.


Naked Frame
Robert Burton Robinson
2010. 125pp

The first in a series of Rebecca Ranghorn novels.

This is a clever murder-mystery filled with murdered bodies. It’s very definitely goodies versus baddies,  greedy versus magnanimous, poor versus rich. At the centre of the plot is a greedy second wife who is much younger than her wealthy businessman husband who has his finger in many profitable pies. The story starts with Rebecca Ranghorn, a private investigator, who is surprised by a man who is shot with her own revolver while talking to her in her office (It’s complicated!). 
            She flees and spends the rest of the novel with her friend Gaby, a clothes designer, keeping a very low profile while solving this and a further sequence of murders, each of which leaves clues pointing to her and Gaby as the culprits. Their first escape is from Gaby’s shop which is set on fire by people they believe are chasing them for the first killing.
            In the course of their adventures we are introduced to a prostitute, a man who is a mechanical whizz but will only repair and rebuild classic American cars and a female scientist researching an advanced TENS machine.
            As part of the search for the truth Rebecca decided to work as a waitress in a restaurant because several clues point to thee people running it. The waitresses serve food and drink wearing very high heels and a thong and nothing else. Customers are allowed to look but not touch except when putting tips into the front of the thong.
            As you would expect, however, everything turns out right in the end and the guilty party is revealed through the restaurant owner’s extensive use of CCTV in every property and business he owns. But it’s not the person you expect from everything that has gone before!
            This is a clever, well-written and eminently readable novel. The only pity is that it is so short.
           


I've read two superb poetry collections this month. Elaine Feinstein's Daylight and Sandy Pool's Exploding into Night.


Exploding into Night
Sandy Pool
First Poets series: 6
Series editor: Elana Wolff
Guernica Editions Inc, Canada.  2009, vi + 49 pp
ISBN: 978-1-55071-307-7

Sometimes a collection of poems stands head and shoulders above the rest. This is one of them. While the 48 prose poems are usually short, they hold your attention from first word to the last. You feel the need to read the collection again as soon as you have finished the last word, imply because of its virtuosity.
            It tells the tale of a love story, a marriage, set beside a lake, a power plant and a settlement of sorts. It is not until the 24th poem that you learn that the ‘I’ of the sequence is a woman with ‘a blighted ovum’ and thus that the ’you’ must be a male. Up to that point the poems lead you to understand that the couple not only enjoy making love but are married. But from about then onwards the reader is led to the questions the woman has about her husband. Dirty fingernails suggest he has been with other women. She imagines him loving other women. In the end they separate – perhaps only into separate rooms in the house. Other people still believe them to be happy. But:

            ‘The marriage didn’t end. It simply dissolved
            As soap in water. I left you sadly ….’
           
She can’t pretend she never loved him because every time she sees him she ‘falls to pieces’. She yearns for him.
            But then between poems 34 and 41 we learn that he murdered her, kept her body for three days and then threw her into the lake.

            ‘In the meantime, I had become beautiful. I
            Had grown scales and a black, liquid eye. You
            Couldn’t see past it, or didn’t want to …’

He has nightmares about carcases. And then he catches a fish with a hook through the lip – and it is her.
            This is a collection of poems that grows with every reading. You will never regret buying it.
           

Keep reading. What do you think of this lot?