Wednesday, 21 September 2011

A brief history of alchemy - part one

Photo Credit: Gerik Zayatz, Creative Commons
Toth with the head of an ibis
Everything begins in Africa...

I love alchemy. To my own surprise I found out not so long ago, writing a review of a book with alchemy elements, that I haven't tackled this subject yet. I was thinking about changing that as soon as possible and here you go: this essay starts a series in which I will try to explain my infatuation - why alchemy, mentioned  in scientific or fictional books, makes me always very interested and excited.


Alchemy is a very old art and/or science but its origins are, surprisingly, traceable. I love etymology so please, bear with me. The word “alchemy” itself offers an explanation too good to omit. It found its way to English from the Old French “alquimie” and the Medieval Latin’s “alchimia” but its real source is Arabic and ancient Greek. Both languages renders it respectively as al-kimia (الكيمياء) and chemia (χημία). It might be derived from a version of the Egyptian name of that African country, which was, in turn, based on the Ancient Egyptian word kēme (hieroglyphic Khmi, black earth, so a fertile ground of the Nile plains as opposed to deadly bare desert sands). There is another school of thought, deriving the word from the Greek chumeia meaning “mixture” and clearly referring to the act of mixing drugs so a kind of ancient pharmaceutical industry or the word khumos, meaning 'fluid'. Of course, as it is often with such ancient terms, the etymology problem still remains open. Personally I would incline towards the Egyptian derivation. Let me explain why.

As every student learning ancient history knows, Egyptians used to mummify their deceased in order to ensure them an eternal afterlife. They were very proficient in these techniques and I believe such practices gave rise to chemical knowledge far surpassing our wildest guesses. What's more, there was a great Egyptian adept king, named by the Greeks “Hermes Trismegistus” (so Hermes the Thrice Great) who is supposed to be the very founder of alchemy. We know preciously little about him – he seems to be a Hellenistic Egyptian mix of Hermes the Greek god guiding the souls to the Underworld (called also a psychopompos, conveyor of souls) and Thoth the Egyptian god of record keeping, wisdom and scripture. Toth was one interesiting character by the way - he served as the vizier (prime minister) to Re or Ra, King of the gods, being  Mr. Science, the Answer Man, and divine Secretary-in-Chief of the Egyptian pantheon. A nerd but also a trickster (his other animal symbol was a baboon) and a god of magic (professor Dumbledore from "Harry Potter" would seem like just a local amateur conjurer compared to him).
Hermes leading Euridice back to Hades

Small wonder Hermes Trismegistus was considered a deity of its own. Reputedly he lived about 1900 B.C. and he was highly celebrated in the ancient word for his wisdome and skill in the operation of nature (thus such a grand name). Unfortunately, from the works attributed to him, only a few fragments survived to our time. Everything because of one Roman emperor.

 The third century A.D. seems to have been a period when alchemy was widely practiced, but also during that century, in the year 296, Emperor Diocletian (a very bad guy for early Christians too) sought out and burnt all the Egyptian books on alchemy and the other Hermetic sciences, and in so doing destroyed all evidence of any progress made up to that date. I am not sure why he did it. We do have some pieces and excerpts from the Emerald Tablet , the Asclepian Dialogues and the Divine Pymander. They were preserved in the Latin language by Fianus (?) and translate into other languages in the sixteenth century.

The famous Emerald Tablet (Tabula Smaragdina) of Hermes is the primary document of alchemy. There have been various stories of the origin of the tract, one being that the original emerald slab upon which the precepts were said to be inscribed in Phoenician characters was discovered in the tomb of Hermes by Alexander the Great. I assume the adjective “emerald” concerns the colour, not the material. Most likely the tabled was etched on a sheet of green glass (also a very costly thing at that times) or perhaps a slab of jade or other green semi-precious stone. Real emeralds simply never come that big and ancient people didn't know how to identify them in a fault-proof way. Of course that fact never prevented spreading the "real emerald" legend. In the Berne edition (1545) of the Summa Perfectionis, the Latin version is printed under the heading: "The Emerald Tables of Hermes the Thrice Great Concerning Chymistry, Translator unknown. The words of the secrets of Hermes, which were written on the Tablet of Emerald found between his hands in a dark cave wherein his body was discovered buried."

From that document comes the famous alchemical rule, saying “That which is above is from that which is below, and that which is below is from that which is above, working the miracles of one.” The other rule states that “all things were from one” so “the structure of the microcosm is in accordance with the structure of the macrocosm”. Taking into account our current state of science you must admit these were quite revolutionary, truly modern ideas. I should also mention the fact that there are many versions of this short document: Isaac Newton, Georgio Beato, Sigismund Bacstrom, Madame Blavatsky, Idres Shah, Dennis W. Hauck each of them rendered it a bit differently; if you want to compare these just follow this link.

Artist's impression of the Emerald Tablet
The goals alchemists are universally famous for were the transmutation of common metals into Gold or Silver and the creation of a “panacea” or remedies that supposedly would cure all diseases and prolong life indefinitely. Some of alchemists also tried to find a universal solvent but often such goals were intertwined. Of course these were not the only uses for the discipline they remain the ones most documented and well-known. Many fiction authors used the quest for the Philosopher’s Stone, a legendary substance that was believed to be an essential ingredient for either or all of those goals, as a linchpin of their stories. They also popularized the picture of an aged, slightly sinister, black-robed wizard, brooding over the crucibles and alembics to discover the formula for the Elixir of Life. However, alchemy has been something far more than an outlet for a few eccentrics who liked to play with occult in their dotage. Men and women who proclaimed themselves alchemists were concerned with things spiritual rather than temporal such as riches and gold. Their writings and the accounts of their lives prove that they were inspired by a vision of perfect human society, freed from disease and the limitations of warring faculties, both mental and physical. To appreciate and understand their visions, it is necessary to trace the history of their philosophy. I will try to give you a rough guide in the next part and I promise to keep it as short as possible. I hope you will enjoy it!

My sources:




Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Mini review: Lana Halliday – a short story by Lulu Sullivan

Why I read it: I was contacted by the author - thank you very much! - and she asked me to read and review her short story; it was provided  free of charge in exchange for an impartial opinion. That fact, of course, didn't influence my review in any way and I wasn't compensated in any form for writing it.  As always the pleasure was mine.


Book info:


Form: e-book, pdf format
Title: Lana Halliday
Author: Lulu Sullivan
Genre: mystery, comedy, 
Target audience: pretty much everyone


Synopsis:

Lana Halliday meets her friend, Ronnie, for tea. He is recovering from a broken heart and, like any good friend, Lana lends her sympathetic ear to him and learns about the whole business in great detail.

Ronnie happened to be engaged to a delicate and elfish but rather mercenary girl called May. You might know her type - a girl every male around feels honour-bound to protect because she seems to be such a dainty, sweet, helpless little doll. Of course usually she is anything but. Clever May broke her engagement with Ronnie as soon as she found out no well-paid job was waiting for him despite having a rich, well-connected uncle. She also kept her engagement ring because it came with a huge, expensive diamond. To add insult to injury, she took the diamond out and had it set in a tiepin; then she gave it to her newest boyfriend, Peter Maddox Peters, a popular writer. Sweet, wasn't it?

Ronnie is being in dire straits now – he bought that diamond by fabricating a cheque with his uncle's signature (one zero more, one zero less, who cares?) and now he must face his anger unless he can reimburse him, which of course is not possible. Ronnie would love to have that diamond back, sell it and return the money but he is hardly a man equal to the task - his poor efforts lead to an incarceration. Our blonde Lana has to intervene, as she would do anything for a good friend wilting in jail…especially as she is enjoying every moment of it!

What I liked:

Lana Halliday was a girl after my own heart – clever, devious, not afraid of getting dirty, always there when her friend needs her the most. I like her fierce loyalty and recourcefulness.

The sense of humour – as always Ms Sullivan made me laugh. I do appreciate it more and more. Thank you!

The cover is nice!

What I didn’t like:

I know it sounds silly but this story was simply too short. I want a big fat book featuring Lana Halliday! Pretty please!


Final verdict:

If you like reading short stories with kick-ass heroines do go for it! If you prefer longer books - there is still Brightwing out there waiting for you!


Monday, 19 September 2011

Musical Monday, 19 of September



Welcome to Musical Monday! 

What great songs never make you bored ? What songs do you eagerly return to? Would you like to share?  Here is my pick for this Monday - Seal and his old hit: 'Crazy'. For all crazy people out there - enjoy!


Seal: Crazy lyrics




In a church,by the face,
He talks about the people going under.

Only child know...

A man decides after seventy years,
That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door.
While those around him criticize and sleep...
And through a fractal on a breaking wall,
I see you my friend, and touch your face again.
Miracles will happen as we trip.

But we're never gonna survive, unless...
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive, unless...
We are a little...

Cray...cray...cray...

...Crazy yellow people walking through my head.
One of them's got a gun, to shoot the other one.
And yet together they were friends at school
Ohh, get it, get it, get it, get it no no!

If all were there when we first took the pill,
Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe...
Miracles will happen as we speak.

But we're never gonna survive unless...
We get a little crazy.
No we're never gonna survive unless...
We are a little...
Crazy...
No no, never survive, unless we get a little... bit...

Oh, a little bit...
Oh, a little bit...

Oh...
Oh...

Amanda decides to go along after seventeen years...

Oh darlin...
In a sky full of people, only some want to fly,
Isn't that crazy?
In a world full of people, only some want to fly,
Isn't that crazy?
Crazy...
In a heaven of people there's only some want to fly,
Ain't that crazy?
Oh babe... Oh darlin...
In a world full of people there's only some want to fly,
Isn't that crazy?
Isn't that crazy... Isn't that crazy... Isn't that crazy...

Ohh...
But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy..
No we're never gonna to survive unless we are a little... crazy..
But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy..
No we're never gonna to survive unless, we are a little.. crazy..
No no, never survive unless, we get a little bit...

And then you see things
The size
Of which you've never known before

They'll break it

Someday...

Only child know....

Them things
The size
Of which you've never known before

Someday...
Someway...
Someday...
Someway...
Someday...
Someway...
Someday... 





I must admit the lyrics are overall a bit unclear but the chorus message is 100% true, at least in my case...I hummed along to that tune while taking my first flight ever totally on my own. I was a bit scared but I survived. :)

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Mini review: Aftermath (Sirantha Jax 05) by Ann Aguirre

Book form: mobi (Kindle) format ebook
Author: Ann Aguirre
Title: Aftermath
Genre: sci-fi/fantasy/romance/space opera
Target audience: adults

Synopsis 
(if you haven't read the previous parts you might be spoiled, it is a series after all, sorry):

Sirantha Jax went AWOL and managed to rearrange the beacons, making the Grimspace quite unrecognizable to anybody but herself. She saved her whole civilization from the invasion of murderous, flesh-eating Morguts but also over 600 innocent people died, stranded in Grimspace because of her intervention. Now she has to undergo a trial for it - and her life might be at stake.

March and Velith are helping her find a good lawyer but ultimately it's her personal fight to stay sane and to tackle the survivor's guilt which matters the most. March leaves before the trial begins; he has to look for his orphaned nephew. It is evident he and Jax are growning apart almost despite their best efforts to stay close to each other. After Sirantha's release she and Velith Il- Nok travel to Gehenna where they say their good-byes to Adele, a friend of both. We get to know more about Vel's past romance with Adele. After some time of rest Sirantha wants to do something positive to counter-balance all the deaths, caused by her. She has two concrete projects on her mind.

The first one concerns a little Mareq creature called Baby-Z. It was another casualty, killed accidentally by Sirantha, but his DNA sample was preserved. Now it is being cloned in order to return it to its home. The other project concern Loras - a La'hern so a kind of elf who comes from a race which doesn't have a will of his own anymore due to human intervention. Sirantha promised to help him and now is financing the whole research which might lead to finding a cure for all La'hern.

All nice and good but will it be enough?

What I liked:

This one was truly a character-driven adventure. Yes, you got it right and yes, it is possible; at least Ann Aguirre can make it happen. Almost all her characters are fully-fledged and seem completely alive and still they get plenty of action! Easy? Well, not exactly...

We  finally get more information about March, Hit, Adele, Doc and March's nephew, but most of all Vel. Sirantha’s path from an anti-heroine and a boobs-flashing rebel to a self-aware, courageous, mature woman is very impressive. The best thing is she owes a lot of her newfound dedication and maturity to the strong, loyal bounty hunter, Velith, who looks like a big bug in a chitin body but is one of the best aliens I've encountered in sci-fi books - really the more you know about him the more you cherish him. He is wise, supportive, undemanding, able to defend himself, full of good ideas and loyal - could you wish anything more in a prospective partner? So what he isn't exactly human-handsome?


What's more, Ann Aguirre is an amazing story teller - she can keep you occupied all the time. She started with this crazy sci-fi Grimspace world but what she really has given us are unforgettable characters, a fantastic, very original vision and a gripping story. It can appeal to lovers of different genres.

What I didn't like:

Well, the book seemed to me divided artificially into two parts: the trial of Sirantha and her trip to planet Mareeq, to deliver Baby-Z2 to his parents. I wish both parts were longer and more developped; that way Jax's story arc was just too extended. Also sometimes I was a tiny bit annoyed by all these messages and letters.

The cover: cheeesy...definitely worse than the content, believe me.

Final verdict:

If you don't have anything terribly against this mix of genres do read this series, it is worth it! I just hope the final part will be as good as the frist five!

Aguirre says that Jax is going to get her HEA (happily ever after) in the last book (Endgame) that's going to be published next year - that seems clearly to indicate some sort of resolution with March. I'm very interested to see how this one works out and how other mysteries will be solved like the real identity of Edun or the fate of Jael (no, I don't think he died in prison, b*****d).

Saturday, 17 September 2011

Silent Saturday

Friday, 16 September 2011

Friday Flash Fiction

Amy C at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie atTink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you publish your Fiction Flash  on Friday - 350 words, give or take. Below you can find the picture posted last Monday:


I decided to continue the previous story of a stubborn girl called Lilian who was as curious as a cat and got immersed in a dangerous book a bit too deep for her own good...the first part can be found here and the second is right below - enjoy!

Mark went to his quarters as he was told but with a heavy heart. There was no point waiting behind closed door for a stupid girl who clearly didn't want either his help or his advice, no point whatsoever...wine made it a bit easier too but still he was feeling deeply uneasy about the whole affair. In the morning he heard on the grapevine really bad news: Lilian was nowhere to be found. She didn't sleep in her bed, she didn't attend breakfast, nobody has seen her since yesterday. At noon the search turned into a frenzy. Mark finally plucked up the courage, went to the secret library and started shouting Lilian's name and pounding on the door with his fists. Nobody answered and no sound could be heard apart from the frantic beat of his heart. Without picking the lock again he knew something had gone terribly wrong and he had just one option left - inform Lord Dreane, Lilian's father, the owner of that weird and dangerous place.

Mark got the address of Lord Dreane's friend from the butler. He had to reveal a part of his story in the process but, taking into account the panic concerning the fate of Lilian, everything went relatively quickly. Nobody would dare ask too many question and delay the rescue of little Miss. The butler agreed curtly that Lord Dreane was their only and best chance. A young, fast mare was given to Mark in order to get to his lordship as soon as possible. The mare did a wondrous job - she covered the distance like a wind and in less than three hours Mark was knocking at the door of Mr. Sweeney's estate, enquiring about his master.

The door was answered not by a servant but by a fine lady; seeing her Mark was left speechless. She was rather tall and curvaceous, she wore her long hair loose and her dress was, as far as he could judge such things, expensive if not downright showy - very low cut at the front, dark red or black, it was difficult to say in the twilight of the hall. Mark had a distinct feeling that the lady exposed rather too much of her breasts so he kept his eyes demurely on the floor, just sneaking a peek now and then. Not that the view wasn't pleasant, because it undoubtedly was, but he had other worries right now on his mind and he didn't want to get distracted.

" Excuse me my ladyship for this intrusion but I am looking for..."

"What's your name?"

Her voice was husky and low but very melodious in a rather dreamy way. A voice to sing you a lullaby or to tell you a story before your sleep...in short a bedroom voice. Mark made an effort to focus again on his current predicament.

"My name is Mark, my lady, and I was sent with the message for Lord Dreane concerning..."

"How old are you?"

There was something wrong but he couldn't put a finger on it - that damned dreamy voice was distracting him very efficiently, making him want to close his eyes, to float off, to...he clenched his fists so tightly that he punctured flesh with his own nails, drawing blood. Pain helped to return to reality, though.

"I am twenty-four my lady and I wonder whether you could alert Lord Dreane to the fact that..."

"Twenty-four. What a nice age to be. Give me your hand, Mark, and worry naught, Lord Dreane will hear your message soon. I will take you to him in a moment."

Before he knew how to react she was holding his hand and, as soon as they touched, he stopped worrying or in fact thinking about anything at all. All he could see was this beautiful lady, smiling at him, carressing his hand intimately with her thumb. How could he missed the fact that she was so enticingly scrumptious? All he wanted to do was to gaze longingly at her full, milky-white breasts, exposed just for him, listen to her voice...

" Oh dear, look my lad, you injured yourself", she breathed and then raised his hand, as if she wanted to kiss it, and started licking the bloody crescent marks his nails had left. Mark closed his eyes and gasped with pleasure although licking turned quickly into sucking and biting, making his injuries even larger and more bloody. He didn't mind. He came closer to her splendid bosom not even remembering how he moved his feet. The scent of her made him dizzy - she smelled of vanilla and chocolate, mead and roses, a warm autumn evening and heather, a campfire under stars and sweet summer wine...She let his hand drop.

"Let me kiss you a welcome, Mark," she whispered in his ear.

"What a great idea" , he murmured dreamily, feeling her pressed into his body, her lips already caressing one side of his neck. He embraced her with his arms, keeping her head as she positioned it, feeling a rush of hot excitement as she nuzzled him and then broke his skin with her teeth. He was so pleased, so happy that he never noticed when he drowned into soft, velvety darkness and saw no more.

What do you think? I do admit it is the hottest scene I've written so far! This pic had a bad influence on me...what's more I enjoyed writing it! Bad, bad cat!

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Mini review: The Cambridge List by Robert Clear

Why I read it: I was contacted by Melissa (Books and Things) - thank you very much! - and she asked me to read and review this novel; it was provided by the author free of charge in exchange for an impartial opinion. That fact, of course, didn't influence my review in any way and I wasn't compensated in any form for doing so.  As always the pleasure was mine.


Book form: e-book, epub
Title: The Cambridge List
Author: Robert Clear
Genre: dark comedy, thriller
Target audience: adults.



Synopsis:

James Connor, a young English teacher in one of many Cambridge language schools for foreigners, is being seriously depressed. Not only his job is tedious to the extreme and not exactly well-paid but he also can’t find anything better. He desperately wants a change. Flanoxiride, a new anti-depressant developed by one of his flatmates, a PhD biotech student, still not tested on humans due to lack of funds, seems to be his chance to turn over a new leaf. He has nothing to lose, doesn’t he?

Soon enough he is able to hear a beautiful tune in his head, sung by a woman. He knows that probably something is not entirely right with him but the tune is so enticing he doesn’t want to interfere – it’s better to hear that than his students’ poor English, right? The woman sang about existence itself – of stars and galaxies, atomic and subatomic life. Who wouldn’t want to listen to it? After a while James has a whole Greek pantheon in his head – Hera, Athena, the Muse (like in Homer’s Iliad), all of them. They have a plan concerning James – they want him to kill five people who defy Greek deities the most and whose names are on an appropriate list. James will be the human agent or  “wessel” of Olympians’ wrath. Call it a promotion.

Very conveniently, the first victim, Harriet Mason, happens to be James’s previous academic mentor, a monstrously fat woman and a lecturer in Ancient Greek who hates men (or so people think). That way we find out more about James’s classic studies at Midsummer College and the hidden plot which prevented him from obtaining a hard-earned degree and starting a very promising scholar career at the Faculty. Small wonder gods themselves had to intervene. ;) As the story unravels it seems that the Cambridge University’s Classics Study Division hides more unpleasant secrets than any decent mafia…or Greek tragedies. Small wonder- after all, believe it or not, classics is the study of death and sex…

Will James carry out that grim task? Will a young reporter, Wendy, help him? Will gods be appeased?

What I liked:

The premise was perhaps not the most original one (Greek gods have been featuring a lot in different nowadays) but it certainly was presented in a refreshing way. Hera, Aphrodithe and the Muse (a.k.a Muesli, the teenage single mother of four) were fun to read and had a lot of character.

All other deities were presented in a very human manner – they quarrel and fight, they swear and plot, all in poor James’s brain. If you think it is a bit too homey you should read the Greek myths themselves in which gods were exactly like these presented here: true, they used another language but, by and large, they remained a mirror reflection of their worshippers, not above stealing, raping, murdering and killing, even women and children. It’s obvious Mr. Clear understands Greek mythology rather well.

What I didn’t like:

Two-dimensional characters. If James was supposed to grow up and shoulder any responsibility as an assassin or a sociopath he didn’t let it be seen (sly dog).

Sometimes the sense of humour, which was supposed to be dark, became too close to those lavatory jokes, dealing with any secretions a human body can excrete. Not my kind of fun (but undoubtedly appealing to some dumb teenage boys), I prefer something a tad more intelligently dark. Giving you a hint I do not recommend eating anything, even the best dark Lindt chocolate with cherry filling and a dash of chili, while reading some parts of this book – your gag reflex might still surprise you rather nastily. When I come to think about it you might actually think twice before visiting the lovely and ancient town of Cambridge, England. I am not sure the reputation the author gave that place in his novel was fair but it was certainly horrible. And a bit funny too.

Finally there was a lot of swearing in this one - too much in my view. If it was supposed to make the atmosphere even more hilarious (imagine Hera saying to Dionysos something like: “I could f*****g well wring you clean”) it failed. It made the dialogues between gods merely ludicrous.

Final verdict:

A book with good scenes and ideas but also one that failed to impress me. Not my type of humour, not my kind of fun. Pity, because I do like mythological variations and thrillers.