King Crow by Michael Stewart

There's a lot going on in Paul's world, and there's even more going on in his head. Paul's home life is distinctly suboptimal: he's bullied, his mother neglects him and her unsettled lifestyle sees him continually moving from house to house and school to school on the manky fringes of Manchester. As a result, he's retreated into ornithology and fantasy and we're treated to some fine nature writing and some fantastic riffs about the inherent stupidity of penguins, why giant pandas really don't deserve to be saved and the contribution vultures make to their eco-system. The direct staccato voice and no-nonsense language visible in that plot summary remain throughout.

Combined with Paul's frequently nonsensical world view they provide continual amusement and just the right level of bemusment. Paul may be troubled, and he may take us to some dark places, but King Crow remains a light, beguiling read."That doesn't really matter. Then we ran away, then we stole a car and knocked Andy down.

All I need to add for myself is that the narrator is called Paul Cooper and he's quite strange – but then you've probably guessed that.  Or at least it does for that first two-thirds of the book, until Paul offloads a very big surprise. I'm wary of saying more about this revelation, because to do so would be to spoil it. Suffice to say, it is a big one. It completely wrong-footed me. It made me go back to the beginning and entirely changed my view of what had been happening. Perhaps I'd been reading naively, but that shouldn't draw away any praise of Michael Stewart's skill. It was an unsettling and impressive moment.

The car really smashed into him and there was blood everywhere. I wouldn't say he was alright. I'd say he was dead. That would explain Dave's look. Then we had a car chase. I tried to shoot Dave. Then we walked into Kendal. Then we nicked a clown, went to a squat party, took lots of drugs and I ended up here and had sex for the first time ever with Becky, who is lovely."Later on, he gives an even more succinct version: "Apart from killing a man and one or two little hiccups, this has been a really successful trip."
The trouble is that, after dropping us over this steep edge, Stewart never quite manages to get back to the same heights. I still enjoyed the final third of the book. Paul remains amiable and intriguing and there's still plenty of the madcap action that makes the early pages so enjoyable. But the narrative disintegrates along with Paul's increasingly damaged psyche. It's looser and flatter and never quite as compelling. To go back to that original metaphor, it becomes Open Season rather than The Decline Of British Sea Power. Still good. Still wonderfully strange. But not a masterpiece.

a page-turner of tomalin

Tomalin's book, a page-turner, seems to me to be an effective reproof to those who, like Michael Holroyd, believe literary biography to be in its death throes. But what does she think? Are publishers going to dispense with fat lives? "No! I think people are always saying things are over. Fiction has been regularly over since the 19th century. You can't entirely talk about books in groups like that. Some work and some don't. Clearly, we have got a public with a shorter attention span, but there is also this great interest in history. I'm devoted to Michael. He's adorable. But I rather think he's enjoying being Cassandra about this." On the other hand, so far as her own career goes, she would like to work on slightly more manageable subjects in the future (Dickens follows Hardy, who followed her award-winning Samuel Pepys). "I have grandchildren and step-grandchildren and I would like to spend time with them. I'm 78 and Michael [Frayn, the novelist and playwright, and her husband] is 78, too, and he also needs a bit of attention." She sighs. "People say I should write a memoir, but I don't think I can." Why not? She is quiet for a moment and then she says: "Because I don't have enough sense of myself. I know it sounds pathetic, but I don't know who I am. One of the things I have done since I started writing biography is live through them. Those lives are still with me. It's as Katherine Mansfield said, 'One life is not enough.'"

Is there anything left to disclose about Dickens? Perhaps not. His biggest secret – the existence of a carefully closeted mistress, a one-time actress called Ellen Ternan (Nelly), with whom he may have had a child (the baby probably died) – was, after all, revealed to its fullest extent in Tomalin's groundbreaking 1990 book, The Invisible Woman. Unless more diaries or letters unaccountably turn up, a new life is a matter of emphasis, mostly. Nevertheless, her skill is such that you read her Dickens with a mounting sense of amazement (and sometimes horror), the small things taking a hold of you as much as the large. It is wonderful. Two weeks after I finished it, I still cannot get out of my mind the fact that, once it was over, Dickens's feckless parents never again referred to the year they forced him to spend working in a blacking factory (he was just 12 years old), as if it had never happened.

Nor can I stop thinking about the way Dickens signalled to his long-suffering wife, Catherine, that their marriage was effectively over (he simply got a workman in and divided their bedroom in two). Next time I see a photograph of Dickens – it won't be long; next year is the bicentenary of his birth – I will remember Eleanor Picken, who met him in Broadstairs when she was 19. Thrilled to know the famous writer, Eleanor sunned herself "in his smiles", but she thought, too, that his eyes were sometimes like "danger-lamps".

Like Dickens, Tomalin is fiercely energetic, and mordantly funny, but today she also has the slightly frail aspect of one who, having completed a vast undertaking (Dickens's life is so incredibly voluminous: his letters alone run to 12 volumes, each one some 800 pages long), now awaits the verdict of the various partisans who patrol this sacred ground. Her eye wanders to the window. "You feel exhausted, low, terrified. When I was young and books were published, no one made any sort of fuss. Now... you feel people are going to jump on you. You can't help it." It would be the same with any book, but in the case of Dickens, who induces such intense (and intensely odd) passions in his devotees, you can multiply this by five.

William Jefferson Clinton

Ora Bill Clinton, a dieci anni dalla fine di quella sua esperienza politica, in piena recessione economica mondiale ha deciso di far sentire la propria voce attraverso un libro. Il volume, che si intitolerà Back to Work e che sarà pubblicato nel mese di novembre, contiene la ricetta segreta di Bill Clinton per far fronte a questa tempesta economica senza paragoni nella storia. William Jefferson Clinton, detto Bill, è stato presidente degli Stati Uniti d’America per otto anni, due intere legislature, tra il 1993 e il 2001. Un periodo che coincise esattamente con l’ultimo periodo di crescita economica degli States, una crescita dovuta essenzialmente all’esplosione della cosiddetta new economy, trascinata dallo sbarco nel mercato delle nuove tecnologie informatiche.
　　

　　
Le prime indiscrezioni che sono trapelate danno per certa la presenza di due fondamentali ingredienti nella magica ricetta di Bill: «increasing bank lending and corporate investment», vale a dire aumentare l’attività creditizia delle banche, quindi il debito delle famiglie, e far crescere gli investimenti delle aziende. Ricetta rivoluzionaria? Non me ne intendo molto di economia, ma non direi.
　　
In ogni caso, ammesso e non concesso che qualche editore italiano voglia tradurlo, non sembrano esserci le condizioni per preoccuparsi: il libro uscirà in America a novembre, vale a dire che in Italia non potrà arrivare prima della metà del 2012. A quel punto l’economia come la intende Clinton potrebbe già essere un amaro ricordo.

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In this gripping account of the quest for the energy that our world needs, Daniel Yergin continues the riveting story begun in his Pulitzer Prize-winning book, The Prize. A master storyteller as well as a leading energy expert, Yergin shows us how energy is an engine of global political and economic change. It is a story that spans the energies on which our civilization has been built and the new energies that are competing to replace them. From the jammed streets of Beijing to the shores of the Caspian Sea, from the conflicts in the Mideast to Capitol Hill and Silicon Valley, Yergin takes us into the decisions that are shaping our future.

The Quest presents an extraordinary range of characters and dramatic stories that illustrate the principles that will shape a robust and flexible energy security system for the decades to come. Energy is humbling in its scope, but our future requires that we deeply understand this global quest that is truly reshaping our world.The drama of oil-the struggle for access, the battle for control, the insecurity of supply, the consequences of use, its impact on the global economy, and the geopolitics that dominate it-continues to profoundly affect our world.. Yergin tells the inside stories of the oil market and the surge in oil prices, the race to control the resources of the former Soviet empire, and the massive mergers that transformed the landscape of world oil. He tackles the toughest questions: Will we run out of oil? Are China and the United States destined to come into conflict over oil? How will a turbulent Middle East affect the future of oil supply?
Yergin also reveals the surprising and sometimes tumultuous history of nuclear and coal, electricity, and the "shale gale" of natural gas, and how each fits into the larger marketplace. He brings climate change into unique perspective by offering an unprecedented history of how the field of climate study went from the concern of a handful of nineteenth- century scientists preoccupied with a new Ice Age into one of the most significant issues of our times.

He leads us through the rebirth of renewable energies and explores the distinctive stories of wind, solar, and biofuels. He offers a perspective on the return of the electric car, which some are betting will be necessary for a growing global economy.

Le Quattro Cose Ultime

Quando, però, fanno la loro inaspettata comparsa vagoni di treno e luoghi come Memphis, lago di Constanz, Fatima e riferimenti a Gesù, Impero Romano e dollari, ecco che un piacevole disorientamento spinge il lettore a chiedersi se non possa trattarsi di un’ucronia in singolare chiave fantasy (e il pensiero, solo per un attimo, corre al mondo creato da Jacqueline Carey per le sue serie su Kushiel, compresa la religione peri-cristiana fondata dal beato Elua, che può richiamare, pur nella sua diversità, quella del Redentore Impiccato di Hoffman).

Le quattro cose ultime, di Paul Hoffman, è l’atteso seguito de La mano sinistra di Dio e il secondo volume della nota trilogia fantasy per adolescenti (/adulti) The Left Hand of God.La mano sinistra di Dio (di cui vi invito senz’altro a leggere qui) è un romanzo assai particolare. Pur essendo introduttivo e non perfetto ha in sè tanti e tali spunti interessanti che, soprattutto dopo aver letto l’ultima rivelatrice parte, si viene irrimediabilmente spinti verso il seguito. La trilogia è ambientata in un mondo che non è facile inquadrare: all’inizio si è sicuri di trovarsi in presenza di un tipo di realtà affine al fantasy “classico”.

Ci sono alcuni momenti in cui, addirittura, La mano sinistra di Dio fa pensare anche a un romanzo che, pur essendo per lo più travestito da fantasy medievaleggiante (con tocchi rinascimentali) a sfondo religioso (l’accostamento all’atmosfera de Il nome della rosa, fatto da alcuni critici, non è così peregrino), ha qualcosa che richiama mondi post-apocalittici con elementi distopici.E’ quindi con particolare curiosità che mi accingo a leggere Le quattro cose ultime, a breve in uscita. E non solo perchè mi aspetto grandi (e terribili) cose dal protagonista Thomas Cale - data la potente rivelazione finale - o perchè vorrei capire chi sono veramente gli Antagonisti, i nemici della Vera Fede contro cui migliaia di ragazzi addestrati sadisticamente dai Redentori al Santuario combattono da tanto tempo, ma anche perchè desidero finalmente capire qual è il tipo di mondo che Paul Hoffman ha costruito. E che spero - terminata la talvolta incerta parte introduttiva rappresentata dal primo romanzo - possa cominciare a rivelarsi in tutta la sua pienezza proprio in questo volume (anche se il culmine, nei vari ambiti, verrà, ovviamente, raggiunto nell’ultimo).