Monday, 28 November 2011

Monday Can Be Fun (but usually isn't) # 3



Hi everybody!
It's Monday, how are you? 






Excuses for Monday Morning

  • If it is all the same to you, I won't be coming in to work. The voices told me to clean all the guns today.
  • I set half the clocks in my house ahead an hour and the other half back an hour Saturday, and spent 18 hours in some kind of space-time continuum loop, reliving Sunday (right up until the explosion). I was able to exit the loop only by reversing the polarity of the power source exactly e*log(pi) clocks in the house while simultaneously rapping my dog on the snout with a rolled up Times. Accordingly, I will be in late, or early.
  • My stigmata's acting up.
  • I can't come in to work today because I'll be stalking my previous boss, who fired me for not showing up for work. OK?
  • I have a rare case of 48-hour projectile leprosy, but I know we have that deadline to meet...
  • I am stuck in the blood pressure machine down at the Food Giant.
  • Yes, I seem to have contracted some attention-deficit disorder and, hey, how about them Hoyas, huh? So, I won't be able to, yes, could I help you? No, no, I'll be sticking with Sprint, but thank you for calling.
  • Constipation has made me a walking time bomb.
  • I just found out that I was switched at birth. Legally, I shouldn't come to work knowing my employee records may now contain false information.
  • The psychiatrist said it was an excellent session. He even gave me this jaw restraint so I won't bite things when I am startled.
  • The dog ate my car keys. We're going to hitchhike to the vet. In fact I am not sure whether it was my dog or my cat. I think I must take both of them along. The vet will decide.
  • My mother-in-law has come back as one of the Undead and we must track her to her coffin to drive a stake through her heart and give her eternal peace. One day should suffice.
  • I am converting my calendar from Julian to Gregorian so, technically, it is not Monday.
  • I am extremely sensitive to a rise in the interest rates.
  • I can't come to work today because the EPA has determined that my house is completely surrounded by wetlands and I have to arrange for helicopter transportation.
  • This Monday I prefer to remain an enigma.



Have a lovely week!


pst, pst...what's your fav excuse?

Saturday, 26 November 2011

Review: Life of Pi by Yann Martel

Cover of "Life of Pi"Cover of Life of Pi
Book info:
Form: e-book, mobi format
Genre: philosophical fiction, adventure, survival, contemporary fiction
Target audience: YA and adults as well

Synopsis (from Amazon.com):

The son of an Indian zookeeper, Pi Patel (a shortening from Piscine Molitor, you must read the book to find out why his parents decided to name their baby boy  like that) has an encyclopedic knowledge of animal behavior and a fervent love of stories. He also likes religions – the problem is he wants to practice them all. When Pi is sixteen, his family emigrates from India to North America aboard a Japanese cargo ship, along with their zoo animals bound for their new homes.

The ship sinks. Pi finds himself alone in a lifeboat, his only companions a hyena, an orangutan, a wounded zebra, and Richard Parker, a 450-pound Bengal tiger. Soon the tiger has dispatched all but Pi, whose fear, knowledge, and cunning allow him to coexist with Richard Parker for 227 days while lost at sea. When they finally reach the coast of Mexico, Richard Parker flees to the jungle, never to be seen again. The Japanese authorities who interrogate Pi refuse to believe his story and press him to tell them "the truth." After hours of coercion, Pi tells a second story, a story much less fantastical, much more conventional--but is it more true than the first one?

What I liked:


As it was published in 2001, there are plenty of excellent reviews of this book around, both very positive and very negative; there’s no chance I could outdo any of them, so I will try to be as brief as possible. I will just tell you about my personal impressions and conclusions. Short and honest.

The book was definitely well-written and engaging, a quick read about the power of survival and adventure at sea with a second bottom. I loved those very acute but funny remarks about animals and their relationship with humans. If you are a more mature reader, however, you can’t miss the fact that the whole novel is a bit philosophical as well so it would be a mistake describing it as just another ‘survival adventure story’. Certain chapters, like those concerning a carnivore island and discourses between temporarily blind Pi and equally blind Richard Parker are something more than just a simple account of how a teenager survived a shipwreck totally on his own with one big beast for company.

This book mentions several very serious and very problematic topics in a very skillful way, avoiding complex reasoning or cheap didacticism. First of all, it promises to make you believe in God and then…tries to persuade you the God (or gods) doesn’t exist. A clever twist. After all, Martel's insistence that a well-crafted story is just as good, or even better than harsh reality can be construed as the biggest argument against the veracity of the Bible, the Koran and, in fact, all other sacred texts as well. Pi sums up this postmodern worldview by telling the ship investigators, "The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no?"  I liked that devilish argument for the argument’s sake still I had my doubts whether or not it was another beautiful but not exactly veracious version of events… ;) As you see such a reasoning can be used as a double-edged sword.


I also liked how Pi's opinion about his feline companion changed during the journey. It showed that the real strength we can find turning obstacles and weaknesses into advantages, 'taming' them in a way. It certainly isn't anything easy but it is more often than not the best solution. First Richard Parker was the bane of Pi's castaway life, a wild beast which should be fed or else (a very unpleasant else as you can imagine). The boy didn't get rid of it just because he couldn't - the animal was definitely stronger. Then Pi realized that without the tiger he most probably would have had  thougher time and he wouldn't have survived. Finally Richard Parker became as close to him as his lost family although feeding it still cost him a lot of efforts. Touching. What a pity the author decided against a proper good-bye between those two.


Finally the cover I find really nice and fitting.

What I didn’t like:

In my humble opinion the book, although started in such an interesting way, lacked an equally strong ending. Its final message seems to revolve around such a statement: there's no real difference between fantasy and reality, so you might as well choose a version which seems to be more interesting. I don’t agree with such an ambiguous thesis and personally, if I survived over 200 days all alone on Pacific, you would be hardly willing to embellish my version of events so it seems more interesting or spectacular. Taking it to a more metaphorical level – truth is far more important to me than even the most enticing lie because, well, it is the truth. If you don’t believe in the great significance of truth terrible things might happen around you and you won’t even realize.

What’s more, the author suggests that we tend to embrace made-up stories about different gods because they make us comfy, warm, safe and fuzzy, taming the reality and offering an award if we follow the rules and behave. Whether the God from these stories actually exists becomes totally irrelevant. Perhaps he got a point. I wouldn’t like to turn this review into a discourse whether the God (or gods) exists or not, opening a big fat can of worms which really is left tightly closed, preferably at the bottom of the sea; let me just say that the author didn’t manage to persuade me of his version of an ‘atheistic’ gospel because, when I come to think of it, Martel's message simply disintegrates after serious reflection. Let me also say that, coming from a country where atheism used to be a kind of official religion-cum-outlook for quite a long time, preached, spread and drummed home into the heads of stubborn infidels, I don’t find it particularly exciting. Not really.

Overall his basic argument I found rather trite - I think the author stumbled when he offered an alternative explanation for Pi's experiences and then challenged the reader to choose: the "better story, the story with animals" or "the story that will confirm what you already know." Martel compares belief in fiction to belief in God, mixing those two together. Well, I used to read a lot of myths coming from different parts of the world and created by different religions; some of them were really interesting and “pretty” so, according to this author I should now believe in Hermes, Loki, Buddha, Zarathustra, Quetzalcoatl and Osiris to list just few of my favourite deities featuring in these myths. Hmmm…

Final verdict:

You might be surprised that, with the “dislikes” section so full, my final verdict still remains rather positive. An interesting book is not only one we like, treasure and agree with but also a book which makes us stop and think, evaluate and discuss some important truths. I enjoyed reading “Life of Pi” although I might not agree with its message. I would recommend this book to all people who like survival stories, don’t shun philosophy or/and are interested in religious studies.
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Friday, 25 November 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. Here is the picture posted this Monday:



I know I was supposed to write something hot but such a pic simply exclues it. I’d like to take a rain check. In fact I yield, Blodeuedd can be named the queen of the hotness (but I might be back!) In my flash get some action instead.


The tree hunting hut belonging to Lord Dreane was not difficult to find when you knew what to look for. The door was cleverly hidden behind a boulder but fully approachable and without any lock. Lilian expected one cramped room- two at most- the size of an average closet, dark, damp and full of dead leaves. Instead she saw a big tilled corridor with several doors leading to, it seemed, a suite of rooms and a kitchen. The walls were adorned by paintings in vivid colours and several skylights, positioned clevery above, made the whole area well-lit and cheerful. Lilian started looking curiously at the pictures and soon enough she took a particular fancy to one of them. It showed a red-haired woman in royal blue dress standing with a knight at the edge of  a precipice. Below an army was marching in single file; dark small figures with flags and banners. The woman had a big broadsword hanging from her belt. Could it possibly mean she was a warrior? Why did she still wear a dress?

-Who's that woman? Who painted these? - Lilian asked her sullen and silent guide without turning her head, her eyes simply riveted on the graceful, feminine silhouette.

Mark shrugged and scowled at her.

-Dunno, seems to be some elven rubbish left behind or other shit.

Lilian gasped. He never dared swear in her presence before. It was plain rude and it couldn't be tollerated.

-What did you say, you oaf ? When we return I will make you wash your mouth with a lot of soap, then you'll learn how to answer a lady when she condescends to ask you a question.

- You are not a lady anymore.

-What?

Painting completely forgotten, she gaped at him for a long stunning moment which felt like eternity. He was just smirking, happy with her reaction. Finally she recovered sufficiently to ask:

- Explain yourself, Mark. How come I've stopped being a lady to you all of a sudden?

-You consort with freaking vampires, that's why. I saw ya two strolling in the park. Talking, holding hands, kissing maybe. Soon enough he will drink your blood and drag you to his lair and do...other things as well.  You are not a lady, you are a vampire slut to me, that's what you are.

Anger always made her more clear-headed and now Lilian was very angry. She knew instantly how to react. First she slapped his smirking face time and again, then she clenched her hand into a tight fist and slugged him hard straight into the stomach. He certainly didn't expect a punch. He spluttered, doubled over and kneeled on the floor, fighting for every breath. Lilian gave him her best condescending look and hissed:

-That was for the cussing in my presence and for your general lack of manners. Next time you think of calling me that appaling name think also about this: if I earned it just for strolling with Henri and talking what name you deserve after spending the entire night in the arms of that Lara? You pathetic, spineless, whinnying slug!

She kicked him in the ribs to drive her point home, then turned from him, her back ramrod straight, her head held high like that of a real princess, and entered the first room on her right; she could hear her father's voice coming from the inside. She could be a warrior woman as well and it seemed it was time to look for her broadsword.

That's how I imagine Lilian ;)

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Review: Prince of Thorns (The Broken Empire 01) by Mark Lawrence

Book info:
Format: e-book, mobi
Genre: dark fantasy
Target audience: adults


Summary (mostly from Amazon.com):

A young prince like no other but hardly a Prince Charming. When he was nine, he watched his mother and brother brutally killed before him. One year later he ran off his father’s castle, freeing some men condemned to death and joining their band. By the time he was thirteen, he was the leader of that band, a group of bloodthirsty thugs calling each other “brother”. By fifteen, he intends to be king and by twenty – emperor...or better.

Before it happens, it's time for Prince Honorous Jorg Ancrath to return to the castle he turned his back on, to take what's rightfully his. Since the day he was hung on the thorns of a briar patch and forced to watch Count Renar's men rape his mother and slaughter his young brother, Jorg has been driven to vent his rage. Life and death are no more than a game to him- and it seems he has nothing left to lose.

But treachery awaits him in his father's castle. Treachery and dark magic. No matter how fierce, can the will of one young man conquer enemies with power beyond his imagining?

What I liked:

The book is told from Jorg’s point of view (the first person narration) and I consider it a huge asset, although normally I prefer the third person variety. We get to know this unusual prince’s inner turmoil and find out that many scars on his psyche seem to reflect only too well what he’s been through and what’s happening around him. He is simply haunted with darkness and speaks with the voice of a man twice his age, peppered with a wry sort of humour. Jorg might be one psychotic teenager but, as his story unravels, you understand why and you find the maniacal killer’s personality is just one of many masks he’s wearing. He doesn’t beat about the bush what sort of person he became since leaving his father’s castle and his honesty is sometimes chilling to the bone but we are shown glimpses of his softer side as well. He says:

"Before the thorns taught me their sharp lessons and bled weakness from me I had but one brother, and I loved him well. But those days are gone and what is left of them lies in my mother's tomb. Now I have many brothers, quick with knife and sword, and as evil as you please. We ride this broken empire and loot its corpse. They say these are violent times, the end of days when the dead roam and monsters haunt the night. All that's true enough, but there's something worse out there, in the dark. Much worse."

And one more, much darker quote:

“For the longest time I studied revenge to the exclusion of all else. I built my first torture chamber in the dark vaults of imagination. Lying on bloody sheets in the Healing Hall I discovered doors within my mind that I’d not found before, doors that even a child of nine knows should not be opened. Doors that never close again. I threw them wide.”

A sweetie, isn’t he? Warped but also relatable, taking everything into account.

The narration is solid, fast-flowing, logical and incredibly dynamic with some flashback chapters now and then. I usually don’t like flashbacks but, as the author kept them germane to the main narration and, as they are still told from Prince Jorg’s POV, they didn’t distract me too much, helping to understand the main storyline better.

It is definitely not one of those high fantasy novels where good characters are beautiful, chivalrous and noble (preferably with blond hair, many interesting trinkets and nice clothes on) and bad characters are mendacious, ugly, flesh-eating monsters. Don't expect much romance and love either - there is a hint or two, but no more. It is an advantage - romance doesn't fit this story at all. Overall the book is a gritty, momentarily very dark read. Small wonder – the author, not unlike George R.R. Martin (the author of ASOIAF series), clearly modelled some parts of it on the Hundred Years’ War – a series of battles waged from 1337 to 1453 by the House of Valois and the House of Plantagenet (also known as the House of Anjou) for the French throne, which had become vacant upon the extinction of the senior Capetian line of French kings. These were truly horrible times – only in France that conflict, along with deadly epidemics, famine and marauding mercenary armies, which often turned to banditry, reduced the population by about one-half.

Accordingly, something is rotten in the state of  Ancrath, a small kingdom surrounded by many other petty realms with their own petty rulers and tyrants. Without any real central government the land, apart from the main cities, is basically fair game for villains of different sorts. Small wonder our young hero is as cold as a steel dagger and he thinks nothing of plundering, burning, raping, beheading and torturing mostly innocent people as long as it furthers his aims. In fact he can be easily called an anti-hero – you might pity him but you can’t condone the bloodthirsty violence he decided to employ just to settle his score with Count Renar and the world at large. He craves vengeance not justice because he no longer believes in the latter.

The world building I found very original although a bit puzzling too. Magic is one part of it but not in usual way – don’t expect mighty wizards hurling balls of fire at each other. Also if you think that the book is set in a kind of Medieval Ages alternate reality, you will be forced to rethink that assumption from time to time. Prince Jorg tells us that he was taught Latin and Greek and has read Plato, Socrates and Euclid but he also quotes Shakespeare and Nietzsche... he fights with a sword and a crossbow but he has been taught Japanese martial arts as well. The world around him is supposed to reflect the material culture of the 14th century but at the Red Castle we are shown some surprisingly advanced AI technology along with a device which might be an equivalent of an atomic bomb...

What I didn’t like:

Almost no major issues but there was one thing which made me seriously wonder – how can a boy of just 12-13 lead a group of very adult and very nasty bandits? How can a sheltered child of ten, even after a very distressing and ground-shattering experience, turn into a cold-blooded psychopath and a charismatic leader during just a year or two? I would have less doubts if Prince Honorous Jorg Ancrath wasn’t castle-born and bred; it would also help if he was a tad older. I must admit the way it was presented, the whole premise sounded a bit preposterous. Seeing the raising wave of crime perpetrated by children I am perhaps wrong and/or overly optimistic, though.

Final verdict:

I recommend it to every dark fantasy fan. It was a truly spectacular book and I loved it very much but if you don’t feel comfortable with violence and killing in every chapter you might find it too gritty for your taste. Still it is definitely worth reading. I only hope the second installment will be as good as this one or even better – I am looking forward to the solutions of some mysteries left intact so far (Jorg's daddy is a shifty customer and those dream-witches!).

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Tuesday Teaser, 22 of November


Teaser Tuesday is hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading.

Here are the rules: Grab your current read. Open to a random (or not so random) page. 
Share the title & author, too, so that other Teaser Tuesday participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

This week my teaser comes from a book I am reading right now: Life of Pi by Yann Martel





The Robertson family survived thirty-eight days at sea. Captain Bligh of the celebrated mutinous Bounty and his fellow castaways survived forty-seven days. Steven Callahan survived seventy-six. Owen Chase, whose account of the sinking of the whaling ship Essex by a whale inspired Herman Melville, survived eighty-three days at sea with two mates, interrupted by a one-week stay on an inhospitable island. The Bailey family survived 118 days. I have heard of a Korean merchant sailor named Poon, I believe, who survived the Pacific for 173 days in the 1950s. I survived 227 days. That's how long my trial lasted, over seven months.

Monday, 21 November 2011

Musical Monday, 21 November

Welcome to Musical Monday! 

Lately I can't get enough of Adele. This is the result: "Rolling in the Deep"  haunts me day and night. Perhaps it will stop if I feature it here? Who knows... ;-)



Lyrics:

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare

See how I'll leave, with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared

The scars of your love remind you of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling


We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat

Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
But you played it with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all, it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Rolling in the deep

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
You had my heart and soul
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
And you played it to the beat

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
Could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Rolling in the deep

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
You had my heart and soul in your hand
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
But you played it, you played it, you played it to the beat.

I must admit I need some help here and I would like to pick your brains. Please, tell me, how you understand the chorus (marked in red) especially such idioms as 'rolling in the deep' and 'played it to the beat' (the heart) ? It is a challenge for a non-English speaker, those pesky idioms, and I am not sure I got them right. I found many translation versions of these and somehow I hasn't been persuaded by them as they tended to be, in my humble opinion, too literal.
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Saturday, 19 November 2011