H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald

Reading this book was a trudge though the stagnant ditches of Cambridge, ditches which for me are rich with memory, but also the stinking and hard to scrub off sludge of paths travelled and untravelled.

As a child in Cambridge my brother and I waded waist deep in the ooze of a backwater of the Cam at Grantchester hunting fish, and one autumn I tempted my brother with the conkers in the ditch beside Parker's Piece and then pushed him in to fetch them.

This was the first book I have read on a Kindle, and as hoped it enabled me to read without glasses and, perhaps more importantly, enabled me to go cold turkey on my raging YouTube Shorts addiction.

She reveals T H White as a sadist and homosexual, though it is claimed to be a bias brought to his life by his biographer as he did have relationships with women and is not known to have consumated his fantasies. One of the memorable, and arguably gratuitous episodes in The Once and Future King is the description of boys beating a donkey trapped in a dance of pain.

I know something of hunting with a pet, as I had a hob ferret at school and a jill when I got my first house, so I can understand the motivation to some extent, however a hawk must be hunted, for its sake rather than for the pot.

She does not mention As the falcon her bells by Phillip Glasier though she seems to have worked at the Falconry Centre he founded. I have my step father's copy of As the falcon her bells and keeping a snowy owl remains a fantasy of mine.

Her nature writing is good, and her evocation of the flint uplands works well.

The book starts to fall apart at the end, no real comments on the anti-depressants she was given, and a gratuious trip to North America remind her that commmunity is important, and the book fizzled out.

I rang my farmer friend and we agreed about the disconnect from experience engendered by reading, his family missing things on car journeys because they were reading. In an extrordinary coup of synchronicity he said after somewhile "I have a goshawk here, in a crate". It had got tangled in the chicken netting and he was going to release it, some miles away.

Treacle Walker by Alan Garner

I am a fan of Alan Garner.

I read Boneland when it was published in 2012. I remember it well thirteen years later, or at least all the elements of Ursula le Guin's review.

In Treacle Walker Garner builds on a theme from the Owl Sevice; the main protagonists are players in a repeating pattern, though perhaps this story promises a progression or even breaking out of the cycle.

Garner goes further than Boneland in his lack of explanation, and linguistic challenge. All of the characters have their own individual dialects, and are only just mutually intelligible.

The dialect portrayed is not known to me so the language of the main protagonist is a hard to grasp as that of the mythic characters.

I find the book memorable, thought provoking, but ultimately annoying; I don 't read to be stirred up but to learn, I am not sure that Alan is trying to teach.

Winston Churchill's Toyshop by Stuart Macrae

At the ACCU conference in 2012 I asked the person from Bletchly Park if they had heard of my grandfather Norman Angier. They passed my enquiry on the fantastic Dr Phil Judkins who, once we sorted out the Angler/Angier transcription problem, sent me a host of details:

He began in the research laboratories of the Gramophone Company (part of EMI), joined the International Broadcasting Corporation in 1938 and then had a very interesting war developing secret weapons for Churchill's private research establishment in Whitchurch; post-war he did indeed join DECCA but as Technical Recording Manager.

Dr Judkins also attached an image from the book Winston Churchill's Toyshop: The Inside Story of Military Intelligence (Research).

Mentions of Dr Norman Douglas Angier CBE

p71

Soon I was able to hire two very nicely furnished offices at 35 Portland Place and then to induce the IBC Chief Engineer, Norman Angier, to tackle some of our experimental work.

p71

Norman Angier gained his OBEin January 1944 for work on switch number 9 'L' delay, a lead based delayed action fuse.

I would recommend the book as it is a window on a bygone age. This bunch of driven, amateur, brilliant oddballs really did contribute significantly to the war effort.

eric by Terry Pratchett

Just when I thought I had read all the Diskworld novels I found an unread one on my shelf.

I must have bought it a long time ago and intended to read it later, it really was unread, the spine unmarked and the pages undogged.

Sadly the cover art is as subtle as a brick:

FAUST
  eric

but I guess many of the intended audience would other wise miss the literary reference.

© 1990 Terry and Lyn Pratchett
This edition 200 Millennium - Gollanz

Mort by Terry Pratchett

Mort was published in 1987, when I was half my age.

When did I read this last? Last century for sure. Nothing of the plot remains in my memory, as ever. Some small sparkles of detail.

I find myself still squeamish and prudish when Pratchett does bad language and sex, I guess I am reading with a view to recommending to my eleven year old; every time so far the answer has been maybe next year.

I enjoyed the read, it is pretty unputdownable, but you can get to bed. None of the characters are especially likeable, but the language is fun.

There was a device, which worked the first time, but when it was used a second time within a few pages it got my backup.

p 194

In fact it really was amazing what could be done with several ounces of heavy metal, some irritated molluscs, a few dead rodents and a lot of thread wound out of insects' bottoms.

all fine but then p 202

conventional food like flightless bird embryos, minced organs in intestine skins, slices of hog flesh and burnt ground grass seeds dipped in animal fats; or, as it is known in the patois, egg, soss and bacon and a fried slice.

Too close for comfort.

Errata

Corgi 1993

80

She slid off her stall (Should be stool).

123

They stared side by side at the trout. The trout stared back. (Should be carp).

Maskerade by Terry Pratchett

Oh dear, is Terry P the only author I actually finish? I am sure I have started a lot of others since Snuff.

Not terribly memorable, so the plot twists were fun to re-visit.

No great insights, character development or plot. It may well be that I do not understand opera.

It left me waiting for a witches novel with Agnes replacing Margat, not least because she has more about her than Magrat.

Snuff by Terry Pratchett

I enjoyed Snuff, but was a little irritated here and there. Of his two uses of the word shit even the second is pretty dubious. I don't know what age group he thinks he is writing for, but it is rare for him to get sex or swearing right. I didn't think I was going to find a typo, but right at the end, page 375, I found away from the smoke and the grime and the terrible spells which I am fairly certain should be smells.

The Last Hero by Terry Pratchett

A delight, from both Pratchett and Kidby. Not a single foot wrong by either of them and not too long.

Pyramids by Terry Pratchett

It has probably been four years since I last read this. I had forgotten most of the story, or at least enough to recognise but rarely anticipate the plot. I enjoyed, and nothing annoyed.

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

Why The hobbit? Especially in the light of further hobbit heros in the Lord of the Rings. If you try to name this book you can see Tolkien's problem: "A hobbit's journey", whilst still maintaining the hook of a neologism in the title does not have the same ring. What would you expect of a book entitled "The Orang Utang" or "The Marsh Arab" or "The Lesser Spotted Howda"? Maybe the title should be compared to "The Liverpudlian" or "The Cockney" which captures both senses: a treatise on the type or the distinguished individual of the type. I don't think either expectation is met by "The Hobbit" and think that this is the start of an off balance feeling that crops up again when Tolkien talks directly to the reader in an over familiar way. "As I am sure you have already guessed" jerks you out of your view-point into being narrated at.

I did not find any type setting errors but there were some oddities of a more semantic type.

Smaug's body fell on the town but then was in deep water.

The escape from the Elfen King's hall in barrels just screams drowned dwarves: there is a suggestion that the barrels might have air holes, but the lids are banged down and the dwarfs are in them for twelve hours or more. Some of the barrels ship water. The dwarves are in a bad way after this but I think it more likely they would have asphyxiated and or drowned.

There is some very clumsy stuff at the very heart of the book, or at least the heart of the work composed of "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings", where Bilbo is riddling with Gollum.




Apparently Tolkien knew Welsh, which is probably why the reading is relatively easy, but oh my the howlers to my ears: its carven, carven, carven all the time with him.

Introduction to Functional Programming using Haskell

The course text for the Oxford University Functional Programming MSc module, the tone of the book is mathematical rather than aimed at the practicing coder. Silly though it may seem the typesetting bothers me. It comes from the maths rather than programming school, so I took a while to determine if I was looking at one or two equals signs, and you have to translate in your head from a maths multiplication sign to star, which is the asterisk that you would actually use in the code. The decision to use greek characters in the text, which cannot be actually typed into a Haskell program, is typical of the complete disregard for anyone who struggles to keep up. The unthinking elitism caused by this lack of empathy is very off-putting. The kindest thing one can say is that it is more readable than Richard Bird's other well known book "Introduction to Functional Programming" written with Philip Wadler. I cannot reproduce in HTML the definition given in the book for multiplication, which should have read

multiply :: Num a => a -> a -> a
multiply x = x * x

By contrast the typesetting and get it done attitude of the Haskell chapter in "Seven languages in seven weeks" is much more readable and conveys the main points of the language. After that I was able to return to "Introduction to Functional Programming using Haskell" with more success. I am beginning to fear that Haskell, in a similar way to XML, may suffer from not having been written by computer people. XML seems to have attracted odds and ends from Psychology, Archeology and Law, Haskell seems to come from mathematicians (and it would not surprise me to find physicists). My starting, received, prejudice is that ML may the the programmer's functional language.

Errata

23

Look again at

Nation by Terry Pratchett

Nation is a thrilling read, exciting, touching and interesting. Mr Pratchett's humour does poke through in places, which is a shame as it is out of place in this novel. Similarly his alternate world / real science name dropping does not really work for me, but these are minor gripes at a well paced and intricately plotted story.

As ever Mr Pratchett's handling of the big issues of belief, death, love and even duty are deft, easy to agree with and enjoyable.

Errata

In the Corgi edition

P 159

Mau knew how to make a spear

P 241

will do anything to make it stop

P 296

wasps wasp

P 333

roughage (anachronism)

P 389

picked pickled

The Bed of Procrustes

I came across The Bed of Procrustes by Nassim Nicholas Taleb in an English language bookshop in Paris called The Red Wheelbarrow. I bought the book out of annoyance, and have read it in the same vein, as I had recently read the Robert Lancellyn Green version of the tale of Theseus in Tales of the Greek Heroes to my eldest daughter and made the connection between categorisation and Procrustes, indeed had suggested it as the name of a data curation system at work.

How annoying then to encounter my idea explored by another. Initially he takes the idea as it relates to our database society but soon wanders off into adolescent aphorisms, some of which make you laugh, but the majority leave a distate for Mr Taleb himself. This distaste starts from his frequent use of horrible American words: loser, nerd and most revolting sucker (also nonsucker). The book is full of name-calling and disparagement. I think Mr Taleb is a bully who was bullied. One imagines that Mr Taleb's primary audience are financiers after the success of his well known The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable. His popularity may be explained by the masochistic attraction to self-loathing which such people are rightly drawn to.

The book induced some self-loathing in me due to my similarities with Mr Taleb and his style. I too value the aphorism and I too think in shallow categories and I too am envious of those I despise.

It is difficult having read the book, and not having previously actually done more than briefly talk about my take on Procrustes, to be sure if I can return to my own idea. Mr Taleb's take is that Procrustes is to be read as changing the wrong variable: the person not the bed. I wanted to take this in another direction, that categorisation is necessarily a process of information reduction. Eye colour may not have an infinity of varieties but it has many more than any database or language system is able to enumerate.

Quotes

An erudite is someone who displays less than he knows; a journalist or consultant, the opposite.

Engineers can compute but not define, mathematicians can define but not compute, economists can neither define nor compute.

My best definition of a nerd: someone who asks you to explain an aphorism.

I regret buying this book, even from the beautiful bookseller in the Marais.

I shall wear midnight

The third time I have read I Shall Wear Midnight, just long ago for me to have forgotten how the plot works.
The denouement had my eyes watering.
One of Mr P's more scary works I would recommend for the over thirteens.

Errata

In the hardback edition

P 138

SheHe really winked

P 229

that this is a very good deal

P 349

of us of us

Telling the Story of Welsh

Telling the Story of Welsh by Catrin Stevens is an interesting, if deeply partisan, pamphlet on the history of the Welsh language.

Published by Gomer who appear to have a Melati driven website, I bought my copy at the Dolaucothi Gold Mines.

I did notice a new confidence in Mid and West Wales. Wales looks best in sunlight, but towns that I remember as grim seem to be less so.

The number of young families speaking Welsh seemed high, and the RSPB warden, an incomer of twenty years, told me of his children's delight in talking Welsh in front of him, as he can still not understand.

It may be that a nationalist, socialist, elitist, academic and administered intervention has turned things around both for Welsh and Wales.

When I ask myself if this is a good thing I think of how sad I am that the last native speaker of Cornish has died and my sympathy for the Breton struggle with Frankish centralism.

The Welsh have probably got as big a grievance against the English as the Irish, Scottish or even the wider Empire, but respect for their language seems to be going a long way towards soothing ancient hurts.

The Cat That Walked by Himself

A selection of the Just So Stories. Pretty much know them by heart.

Thoughts on Beagling - Peter Wood - Country Life 1938

Another from Noël's bookshelf, I suspect that this was his as a boy.

Noël was keen on beagling, I never went with him but he did walk two litters of puppies at home. They were affectionate, eager little dogs. There is still a picture of a retriever puppy looming over the gang. A galleon in a sea of little boats, as they all ploughed through the snow.

Reading a seventy year old book it is the means of production as much as the content that are of interest. Typeset by typesetters, I only found one error. In the penultimate chapter we have "A fast pack is such country" which should be "A fast pack in such country". I can normally spot a few more than this in even the most rigorously proof-read modern books.

Who was this book aimed at? I am guessing that Peter Wood was himself a Master of Beagles, and that many of his fellow Masters would have bought a copy, but the majority must have been members of the Field. Certainly the number of people who took heed of the kennel design principles must really have been very small.

Whilst more interesting than reading a modern copy of Country Life I do not feel I got much from this dated book.

Ring of Bright Water by Gavin Maxwell

The copy of Ring of Bright Water that I am reading was given to my step father by, I assume, a patient, in 1961. It was first published in 1960. The book has been on my bookshelf since childhood, but I am not sure I read it as a child, I think I only saw it as a film. I certainly remember the death of Midj at the hands, or spade, of a road mender, which is treated in more depth in the book. In the book we are treated to the full cover-up of what can only be described as Midj's murder.

Connections

I started to re-read this book having read Seal Morning and wondered if Gavin Maxwell had read it. I began to suspect he had as he almost ticked off tinkers and second site. On page 40 he mentions his doubts as to Rowena's authenticity with regard to puffballs: Sometimes I wonder whether their adulators have ever tasted them; Miss Rowena Farre ate them in Seal Morning, if one may put it that way, and found them delicious.
Frankly you can dip blotting paper into a rich egg batter and fry it and it will taste excellent.

Prolix

We have all moved on, a long way, since 1960. I can't help feeling that Mr Maxwell and his editors are getting all sort of combobulated about poo this year here is one who leaves close to the house Homeric droppings of dimensions that would make an Alsatian wolfhound appear almost constipated, I think we get the point, just. Similarly a red deer hind, whose fawn Gavin has disturbed stamped and barked unavailingly.

Class

What stands out from this time, as different from our own, is the effort that the author, a member of the aristocracy, puts into justifying his privilege. He knows himself to be privileged and makes effort both in his life, by starting a shark fishery to provide work for the less privileged, and in his writing style, by using complex sentence construction and educated allusions, to justify his privilege by birth. I am not convinced that members of the upper classes feel the same pressure today.

How to ride a dragon's Storm by Cressida Cowell

Ellie and I have read this together, mostly me out load, and I have had to back fill where she has read it to herself without me.
This one is actually the signed copy that we queued for at the Oxford Literary Festival last year.
Enjoyable, with good pacey bits, and internally consistent, I still trip over some of the names, though Big Boobied Bertha is fun, and typical of Cressida Cowell's thigh-slapping principal boy style, in which she rather overdoes the cartoon adult men, weedy male hero and plucky girl companion and/or love interest.
Probably I am not sufficiently well read to get the references which are flying over my head but it feels in places a bit derivative even if I can never pin down from what.
All of that carping to one side this is a jolly good read and I suggest you go out and buy yourself a copy.

Gödel's Proof by Nagel and Newman

Towards the end of our honeymoon in Cuba, in August 2000, I bought El Teorema de Godel, the translation by Adolfo Martin, from La Moderna Poesia in Habana. The idea was to learn Spanish by using Gödel's Proof as my Rosetta stone. Eleven years later I have at least bought and read the English copy. Maybe I will finish the job in another eleven years.

I would recommend Gödel's Proof to anyone with an interest in, or fear of, higher maths. I certainly wish I had read this a long time ago. It outlines the elements of Mathematics required to understand the proof, but it is the clear exposition of Gödel Numbering which I particularly enjoyed.

Errata

Such a shame that the precise use of English of the authors is let down by the type setting.

P84 We can gain gain some
P107 footnote 37 employ a a fixed
P116 S₂ and from two