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Friday, January 07, 2011
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Current Favourite Headline
'Womack exit "not linked to plot"'. Not as good as 'Banana "forced butler to have sex"', but more personal.
Vicente Luis Mora, Alba Cromm (2010)
It's a novel in the form of a special edition of a men's magazine, set in the future, about code-breaking, artificial intelligence, and the hunt for sex offenders. It's great; the final image of the ghost in the machine is a bit Philip K. Dick.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Films I've Seen in 2010
I don't keep a list of the films I watch, so there's less statistical analysis to engage in here. These are just the six films I've seen in 2010 which I liked the best. One of them, Z, I've seen several times before, but have been hunting for a DVD for ages. Lord bless ya, slightly dodgy region-free Korean imports!
Z (1969), by Costa-Gavras.
Dersu Uzala (1975), by Akira Kurosawa.
Toy Story 3 (2010), by Lee Unkrich.
L'Amour par terre (1983), by Jacques Rivette.
Vampyr (1932), by Carl Theodor Dreyer.
Un prophète (2009), by Jacques Audiard.
Z (1969), by Costa-Gavras.
Dersu Uzala (1975), by Akira Kurosawa.
Toy Story 3 (2010), by Lee Unkrich.
L'Amour par terre (1983), by Jacques Rivette.
Vampyr (1932), by Carl Theodor Dreyer.
Un prophète (2009), by Jacques Audiard.
L'Amour par Terre (dir. Jacques Rivette, 1983)
L'Amour par terre (Paul Verlaine, 1869)
Le vent de l’autre nuit a jeté bas l’Amour
Qui, dans le coin le plus mystérieux du parc,
Souriait en bandant malignement son arc,
Et dont l’aspect nous fit tant songer tout un jour!
Le vent de l’autre nuit l’a jeté bas! Le marbre
Au souffle du matin tournoie, épars. C’est triste
De voir le piédestal, où le nom de l’artiste
Se lit péniblement parmi l’ombre d’un arbre.
Oh! c’est triste de voir debout le piédestal
Tout seul! et des pensers mélancoliques vont
Et viennent dans mon rêve où le chagrin profond
Évoque un avenir solitaire et fatal.
Oh! c’est triste!—Et toi-même, est-ce pas? es touchée
D’un si dolent tableau, bien que ton oeil frivole
S’amuse au papillon de pourpre et d’or qui vole
Au-dessus des débris dont l’allée est jonchée.
The Books I Read in 2010
My five favourites (in no order)
Princess Tarakanova by Grigory Danilevsky.
An Evening with Claire by Gaito Gazdanov, which gets a special bonus prize for having a title that contains multiple Eric Rohmer movies.
Every Riven Thing by Christian Wiman.
Inside the Stalin Archives by Jonathan Brent.
Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang.
Percentage Breakdown by Country
British 49.7%
American 15.8%
Russian 14.1%
German 2.8%
French 2.3%
Japanese 2.3%
Czech 1.7%
Indian 1.7%
Irish 1.7%
Spanish 1.7%
Colombian 1.1%
Slovenian 1.1%
Albanian 0.6%
Canadian 0.6%
Icelandic 0.6%
Italian 0.6%
Lithuanian 0.6%
Swedish 0.6%
Trinidadian 0.6%
Which adds up to 100.2%, but you know what I mean.
Percentage Breakdown by Genre
Novel, Literary 31.6%
Novel, Genre 27.1%
Poetry 8.5%
Collections of Short Stories 7.3%
Criticism 6.2%
Memoirs 5.6%
Travel 4.5%
Essay 4.0%
Drama 1.7%
Anthropology 1.2%
Biography 0.6%
Novel, Graphic 0.6%
Books about Design 0.6%
History 0.6%
Which adds up to 100.1%, but again, you know what I mean.
Princess Tarakanova by Grigory Danilevsky.
An Evening with Claire by Gaito Gazdanov, which gets a special bonus prize for having a title that contains multiple Eric Rohmer movies.
Every Riven Thing by Christian Wiman.
Inside the Stalin Archives by Jonathan Brent.
Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang.
Percentage Breakdown by Country
British 49.7%
American 15.8%
Russian 14.1%
German 2.8%
French 2.3%
Japanese 2.3%
Czech 1.7%
Indian 1.7%
Irish 1.7%
Spanish 1.7%
Colombian 1.1%
Slovenian 1.1%
Albanian 0.6%
Canadian 0.6%
Icelandic 0.6%
Italian 0.6%
Lithuanian 0.6%
Swedish 0.6%
Trinidadian 0.6%
Which adds up to 100.2%, but you know what I mean.
Percentage Breakdown by Genre
Novel, Literary 31.6%
Novel, Genre 27.1%
Poetry 8.5%
Collections of Short Stories 7.3%
Criticism 6.2%
Memoirs 5.6%
Travel 4.5%
Essay 4.0%
Drama 1.7%
Anthropology 1.2%
Biography 0.6%
Novel, Graphic 0.6%
Books about Design 0.6%
History 0.6%
Which adds up to 100.1%, but again, you know what I mean.
Friday, December 31, 2010
George Outram (1805-1856)
The Annuity
I gaed to spend a week in Fife -
An unco week it proved to be -
For there I met a waesome wife
Lamentin' her viduity.
Her grief brak out sae fierce and fell,
I thought her heart wad burst the shell;
And,--I was sae left to mysel', -
I sell't her an annuity.
The bargain lookit fair eneugh -
She just was turned o' saxty-three -
I couldna guessed she'd prove sae teugh,
By human ingenuity.
But years have come, and years have gane,
And there she's yet as stieve as stane -
The Limmer's growin' young again,
Since she got her annuity.
She's crined' awa' to bane and skin,
But that, it seems, is nought to me;
She's like to live - although she's in
The last stage o' tenuity.
She munches wi' her wizen'd gums,
An' stumps about on legs o' thrums;
But comes, as sure as Christmas comes,
To ca' for her annuity.
I read the tables drawn wi' care
For an insurance company;
Her chance o' life was stated there,
Wi' perfect perspicuity.
But tables here or tables there,
She's lived ten years beyond her share,
An' 's like to live a dozen mair,
To ca' for her annuity.
Last Yule she had a fearfu' host,
I thought a kink might set me free -
I led her out, 'mang snaw and frost,
Wi' constant assiduity.
But deil ma' care - the blast gaed by,
And miss'd the auld anatomy -
It just cost me a tooth, for bye
Discharging her annuity.
If there's a' sough o' cholera,
Or typhus, - wha sae gleg as she?
She buys up baths, an' drugs, an' a',
In siccan superfluity!
She doesna need - she's fever proof -
The pest walked o'er her very roof -
She tauld me sae - an' then her loof
Held out for her annuity.
Ae day she fell, her arm she brak -
A compound fracture as could be -
Nae leech the cure wad undertake,
Whate'er was the gratuity.
It's cured! She handles 't like a flail -
It does as weel in bits as hale -
But I'm a broken man mysel'
Wi' her and her annuity.
Her broozled flesh and broken banes
Are weel as flesh and banes can be.
She beats the taeds that live in stanes,
An' fatten in vacuity!
They die when they're exposed to air -
They canna thole the atmosphere;
But her! - expose her onywhere -
She lives for her annuity.
If mortal means could nick her thread,
Sma' crime it wad appear to me;
Ca't murder, or ca't homicide,
I'd justify 't - an' do it tae.
But how to fell a withered wife
That's carved out o' the tree o' life -
The timmer limmer daurs the knife
To settle her annuity.
I'd try a shot: but whar's the mark? -
Her vital parts are hid frae me;
Her backbane wanders through her sark
In an unkenn'd corkscrewity.
She's palsified - an shakes her head
Sae fast about, ye scarce can see;
It's past the power o' steel or lead
To settle her annuity.
She might be drowned - but go she'll not
Within a mile o' loch or sea;
Or hanged - if cord could grip a throat
O' siccan exiguity.
It's fitter far to hang the rope -
It draws out like a telescope;
'Twad tak a dreadfu' length o' drop
To settle her annuity.
Will puzion do't? - It has been tried;
But, be't in hash or fricassee,
That's just the dish she can't abide,
Whatever kind o' goût it hae.
It's needless to assail her doubts,
She gangs by instinct, like the brutes,
An' only eats an' drinks what suits
Hersel' and her annuity.
The Bible says the age o' man
Threescore and ten, perchance, may be;
She's ninety-four. Let them who can,
Explain the incongruity.
She should hae lived afore the flood -
She's come o' patriarchal blood,
She's some auld Pagan mummified
Alive for her annuity.
She's been embalmed inside and oot -
She's sauted to the last degree -
There's pickle in her very snoot
Sae caper-like an' cruety.
Lot's wife was fresh compared to her -
They've kyanized the useless knir,
She canna decompose - nae mair
Than her accursed annuity.
The water-drop wears out the rock,
As this eternal jaud wears me;
I could withstand the single shock,
But not the continuity.
It's pay me here, an' pay me there,
An' pay me, pay me, evermair -
I'll gang demented wi' despair -
I'm charged for her annuity.
I gaed to spend a week in Fife -
An unco week it proved to be -
For there I met a waesome wife
Lamentin' her viduity.
Her grief brak out sae fierce and fell,
I thought her heart wad burst the shell;
And,--I was sae left to mysel', -
I sell't her an annuity.
The bargain lookit fair eneugh -
She just was turned o' saxty-three -
I couldna guessed she'd prove sae teugh,
By human ingenuity.
But years have come, and years have gane,
And there she's yet as stieve as stane -
The Limmer's growin' young again,
Since she got her annuity.
She's crined' awa' to bane and skin,
But that, it seems, is nought to me;
She's like to live - although she's in
The last stage o' tenuity.
She munches wi' her wizen'd gums,
An' stumps about on legs o' thrums;
But comes, as sure as Christmas comes,
To ca' for her annuity.
I read the tables drawn wi' care
For an insurance company;
Her chance o' life was stated there,
Wi' perfect perspicuity.
But tables here or tables there,
She's lived ten years beyond her share,
An' 's like to live a dozen mair,
To ca' for her annuity.
Last Yule she had a fearfu' host,
I thought a kink might set me free -
I led her out, 'mang snaw and frost,
Wi' constant assiduity.
But deil ma' care - the blast gaed by,
And miss'd the auld anatomy -
It just cost me a tooth, for bye
Discharging her annuity.
If there's a' sough o' cholera,
Or typhus, - wha sae gleg as she?
She buys up baths, an' drugs, an' a',
In siccan superfluity!
She doesna need - she's fever proof -
The pest walked o'er her very roof -
She tauld me sae - an' then her loof
Held out for her annuity.
Ae day she fell, her arm she brak -
A compound fracture as could be -
Nae leech the cure wad undertake,
Whate'er was the gratuity.
It's cured! She handles 't like a flail -
It does as weel in bits as hale -
But I'm a broken man mysel'
Wi' her and her annuity.
Her broozled flesh and broken banes
Are weel as flesh and banes can be.
She beats the taeds that live in stanes,
An' fatten in vacuity!
They die when they're exposed to air -
They canna thole the atmosphere;
But her! - expose her onywhere -
She lives for her annuity.
If mortal means could nick her thread,
Sma' crime it wad appear to me;
Ca't murder, or ca't homicide,
I'd justify 't - an' do it tae.
But how to fell a withered wife
That's carved out o' the tree o' life -
The timmer limmer daurs the knife
To settle her annuity.
I'd try a shot: but whar's the mark? -
Her vital parts are hid frae me;
Her backbane wanders through her sark
In an unkenn'd corkscrewity.
She's palsified - an shakes her head
Sae fast about, ye scarce can see;
It's past the power o' steel or lead
To settle her annuity.
She might be drowned - but go she'll not
Within a mile o' loch or sea;
Or hanged - if cord could grip a throat
O' siccan exiguity.
It's fitter far to hang the rope -
It draws out like a telescope;
'Twad tak a dreadfu' length o' drop
To settle her annuity.
Will puzion do't? - It has been tried;
But, be't in hash or fricassee,
That's just the dish she can't abide,
Whatever kind o' goût it hae.
It's needless to assail her doubts,
She gangs by instinct, like the brutes,
An' only eats an' drinks what suits
Hersel' and her annuity.
The Bible says the age o' man
Threescore and ten, perchance, may be;
She's ninety-four. Let them who can,
Explain the incongruity.
She should hae lived afore the flood -
She's come o' patriarchal blood,
She's some auld Pagan mummified
Alive for her annuity.
She's been embalmed inside and oot -
She's sauted to the last degree -
There's pickle in her very snoot
Sae caper-like an' cruety.
Lot's wife was fresh compared to her -
They've kyanized the useless knir,
She canna decompose - nae mair
Than her accursed annuity.
The water-drop wears out the rock,
As this eternal jaud wears me;
I could withstand the single shock,
But not the continuity.
It's pay me here, an' pay me there,
An' pay me, pay me, evermair -
I'll gang demented wi' despair -
I'm charged for her annuity.
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