Precious Bane
By Mary Webb

I've just re-read Precious Bane, a book I first read back in 2013. It's a very beautiful book. I still haven't tracked down the BBC Radio dramatisation of it that I loved many years ago but the book is hard to beat really.

I don't have much extra to say about the novel except perhaps how it brought to mind Eliot's Adam Bede this time around. Like Eliot's book (which I assume Mary Webb had read), the setting is very rural and farm-based; there is a strong work ethic of the central male character. Both novelists manage to bring the natural world to a colourful and sometimes noisy life, although Webb focuses more on this through Pru Sarn, the "hare-shotten" woman at the heart of it. She has a deep and loving connection to the countryside and the animals in it. I loved the language even though I could not understand the meaning of some of the words used in the Shropshire dialect. Sad, beautiful, moving, tragic and, in the end, uplifting.

War of the Worlds
By H. G. Wells

Wells wrote The War of the Worlds in 1897 and it has become so embedded in our culture that I would expect almost everyone to know the story. How many have read the original though? Most will know it primarily through its film, TV and radio adaptations; a shame because the novel is not only short but a very exciting read.

Some consider Mary Shelley's Frankenstein as the first "science-fiction" novel but to most, Wells' The Time Machine has that honour. At the time, Wells was considered to be writing something called a Scientific Romance but his early books are close to or identical to the modern genre. They really were something new and special.

Under two hundred pages, the book is fast paced and exciting. It introduces many elements and ideas that would go on to have a long life over the course of the Twentieth Century, including technology we can recognise today (even if we are far from its implementation). Technology like : the "black" poison gas the Martians use, the "heat ray" that burns and destroys everything it passes over, a flying machine :

"I believe they've built a flying-machine, and are learning to fly"
I stopped, on hands and knees, for we had come to the bushes.
"Fly!"
"Yes," he said, "fly."
I went on into a little bower, and sat down.
"It is all over for humanity," I said. "If they can do that they will simply go around the world."
He nodded.

What is left for humanity? This book will have shocked and terrorised readers back then as the relentless march of these unstoppable mechanical monsters approaches the capital. Wells does not stint on the horror or shock. I felt the power even today.

And so, from 1897 on into the Twentieth Century, and in a few years the cataclysm for Europe. Europe doesn't need Martians for wholesale destruction with war machines and poison gas. My teenage self would have loved reading this and it would probably instill or fortify a love for books if read at school. A brilliant novel.

The Midwich Cuckoos
By John Wyndham

I remember watching the film Village of the Damned on television when I was quite young and liking it: scary and unsettling. I wish I had read the book it was based on sooner. The film makers did a fairly good job if I recall but the book is better.

Set in a very small English village, Midwich, the whole population has a very mysterious episode where everyone becomes unconscious for a day. A few weeks later, the women discover that they are all pregnant and give birth to "The Children" (the cuckoos of the title). The "Children" (always capitalised in the book) are unusual: precocious, golden eyed and with powerful mind control capabilities. They seem to share a consciousness, the boys separate from the girls. Definitely not human. As they grow and become teens, the full reality and danger of their existence becomes manifest as they protect themselves in a way we cannot fathom or resist.

The villagers take to calling this episode of unconsciousness, the Dayout.

The characters are mostly the sort Wyndham seems to use in his books: middle class and with a common-sense intelligence and capability. The Children are not what they seem but people have a hard time seeing past their appearance. It is a horrifying state of affairs for all, but particularly for the "host mothers", who know the children are not theirs but sometimes have to struggle with their human instincts. Horrifying and unsettling, a situation that is understood clearly by some, particularly an older writer Gordon Zellaby. This might lead to nothing less that the replacement of the human race as masters of the planet.

At heart, a first contact story, it is never actually determined who the Children are or where they come from. This is a book with a great idea and lots of discussion about the ramifications for humanity. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I have the Penguin edition of Selected Essays, Poems and Other Writings of George Eliot. So far unread but I did have a look at the introduction because it is by A. S. Byatt, an author I have a lot of time for. Byatt's novel Possession is one of my favourite books. Back in 2013 when I read it, I had not read any Eliot and was unaware of the debt owed to the writer of Middlemarch.

Byatt's introduction starts by quoting the letter William Hale White sent to the Athenaeum magazine in 1885. White was responding to John Walter Cross's Life of Eliot, who had died in 1880. She married Cross quite late in life and he was 21 years her junior. White was not impressed with Cross's work and his letter is a great summary of what made Eliot great.

From the Introduction, and quoting White's letter :

As I had the honour of living in the same house, 142, Strand, with George Eliot for about two years, between 1851 and 1854, I may perhaps be allowed to correct an impression which Mr Cross's book may possibly produce on its readers.

To put it very briefly, I think he has made her too 'respectable'. She was really one of the most sceptical, unusual creatures I ever knew, and it was this side of her character which was to me the most attractive. She told me that it was worthwhile to undertake all the labour of learning French if it resulted in nothing more than reading one book - Rousseau's Confessions. That saying was perfectly symbolical of her, and reveals more completely what she was, at any rate in 1851-4, than page after page of attempt on my part of critical analysis. I can see her now, with her hair over her shoulders, the easy chair half sideways to the fire, her feet over the arms, and a proof in her hands, in that dark room at the back of No. 142, and I confess I hardly recognise her in the pages of Mr Cross's - on many accounts - most interesting volumes. I do hope that in some future edition, or in some future work, the salt and spice will be restored to the records of George Eliot's entirely unconventional life. As the matter now stands she has not had full justice done to her, and she has been removed from the class - the great and noble church, if I may so call it - of the Insurgents, to one more genteel, but certainly not so interesting.

Not genteel, but insurgent.

The Celts
By Nora Chadwick

I'm interested in Iron Age and "Dark Age" history, especially British, and this means the Celts in particular. It's frustrating however because of the sparse source material. I read Ian Stewart's The Celts a few weeks ago and this rekindled an interest in reading a bit more; with this in mind, I picked up Nora Chadwick's The Celts second-hand.

Chadwick's book is quite different to Stewart's. His is fairly heavy going, with a lot of information in it and quite densely packed. More importantly, it is a "modern" history: that is, how, and by who, the "Celts" were (re)discovered and researched after the Renaissance. It contains little ancient history. It is a detailed, good overview of this modern history.

In contrast, Chadwick's The Celts was published in 1970 and is much more concise. Although it might be a little out of date in places, it is a well written and useful introduction to the ancient history of the Celts: their origins and movement through Europe, the language and culture, social conditions and religion, and also art and literature. It covers a period from the first millenium BC to medieval times. I enjoyed reading this book much more, even though it could be a little repetitive in places, especially when discussing Celtic Art. Art, literature and myth came last in the book, with a greater concentration on the Irish side, of which more writing has been preserved.

I thought the last chapter about literature was well done. She summarised the stories in a few paragraphs and related them to each other (and those of other nations e.g. Irish and Welsh). On the page, myth and folklore can sometimes be a slightly repetitive read, losing the liveliness of an oral or pictorial recitation, but she managed to describe them in an interesting way. I saw some criticism of this book (Amazon I think) regarding it as "by a scholar for scholars". I would disagree about that: for anyone with an interest and a little experience reading a popular history book, this is still a fine introduction. On that score, it is better than Stewart's book.

I've now picked up John Collis's The Celts. I read it a few years ago but am now flicking through it once again.

The Final Solution
By Michael Chabon

I loved Chabon's Yiddish Policeman's Union and have bought a few of his other books on the back of that. This very slim book is one of them.

First published in The Paris Review, it is a "murder mystery" with an old man (we never learn his name) helping a police detective solve a murder and the kidnap of a parrot. Taking place during the Second World War in the south of England, the parrot is a special companion to a German boy, assumed to be Jewish and in England as part of the Kindertransport. This is not clarified however. Neither is the parrot's habit of speaking long strings of numbers e.g. zwei eins sieben fünf vier sieben drei.

I picked this up to read partly because it was so slight, so not a huge investment in time. Like the last book of his I read, it is well written and has a wry humour throughout. The old man is a particularly irascible and funny character. Much is left unsaid regarding the boy's history, or the "numbers" the Parrot is repeating, as well as the "train song" it sometimes sings. This is not as good as the Yiddish Policeman, it seemed a little "light", perhaps too "lightweight". However, still an enjoyable enough read. I am glad I picked up his Yiddish Policeman's Union novel first because I know how good he can be. He won the Pulitzer Prize for The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay; I am looking forward to reading that.

The Celts
By Ian Stewart

I saw a positive review of this book and I'm interested in iron age history in Britain (including the Celts) so bought it. It was worth reading but not quite what I expected.

It's a dense book and Stewart (an academic at the University of Edinburgh) has done an amazing job researching and describing the "modern" history of the Celts: "modern" history starts with the renewed interest they were shown from the Renaissance onwards, and the history is slowly elucidated through the people doing the (metaphorical) digging. It was back then that some started to consider who the earlier, pre-Roman, peoples of Europe really were and the old "origin" myths began to seem increasingly problematic. Having said that, the biblical fantasy about descent from Noah's grandson Gomer persisted for centuries.

What this history does not do is cover much in the way of archaeology, artifacts or genetics. On occasion we get something dug up or old monument looked at, but the book is mainly a history of the many individual researchers and historians, clubs, societies and (increasingly) academics, and their (often slow) search for the truth. This does complement many of my other books in this field.

There are some people we meet here that deserve some more recognition, including J.C. Prichard, an Anglo-Welsh ethnologist and philologist, who made some crucial advances in the 19th Century identifying where the Celtic languages came from. In particular, the fact that they were descended from the ancient Indo-European family (like German, Latin, Greek and even Sanskrit). Much of the science in the book is the science of Philology, where a language is studied and its branching off from other languages, as well as evolution over time, is investigated. Another man worthy of more note is Johan Kaspar Zeuss, a Bavarian scholar, who toiled to shed light on the origin and history of Europe's languages, eventually producing a major work Grammatica Celtica. He proved the Indo-European origin of the Celtic languages and also the mechanism of their split to the various different forms we know and that exist today (e.g. Old Irish/Irish Gaelic, Breton, Welsh etc.). All of the work he did was on the continent using sources of Old Irish hidden away in monasteries for hundreds of years. Finally, it was seen that, although it was a sibling language to Celtic on the Indo-European tree, German was not itself Celtic. This sort of question has confused matters since Caesar himself.

An interesting book that covers the huge French and (particularly) German contribution, as well as the major (and minor) work done in Wales, Scotland, Ireland and England. In the end, however much has been discovered about the ancient Celts, the core element of their presence, today and in the past, is the language. Although much diminished, they are still living languages. This book was hard work sometimes because it is quite slow and detailed, so it will not be for everyone (although that's not it's aim). It will be a worthwhile read for those that want to know how the history has been worked out over the past few centuries however.

A Science Fiction Omnibus
Edited by Brian Aldiss

Science-fiction grew as a genre via the medium of the short story as the pulps of the 1930's and later exploded in popularity. The longer form of the novel started replacing these as paperbacks became a cheap reading option, especially by the 1950's. All the well known "classic" science-fiction authors like Asimov, Clarke, Vance, van Vogt, Pohl, Dick and others began their career selling short stories. This means there are a fantastic number of these in existence and some are very good indeed. Sometimes the author expands or coalesces one or more short stories into a novel (for instance, Asimov's Foundation series); sometimes the shorter version is the superior version. A novel composed of shorts stitched together is often called a "fix-up" (such as Keith Roberts' Pavane).

I have quite a few SF short story anthologies, many being Nebula or Hugo award winner books of the year. There are some highly rated among them and it was past time I read some. Brian Aldiss has good taste so I decided to pick up an anthology edited by him: A Science Fiction Omnibus, published by Penguin in 2007 (but with a history going back to the early 1960's).

I've previous read two stories from this collection, both memorable: Swarm by Bruce Sterling and Story of Your Life by Ted Chiang.

Swarm is a story of humans discovering that intelligence is not always required for survival, and if it is needed, can be "spun up". The humans here, members of his "shaper" faction, bite off a bit more than they expect when infiltrating and attempting to exploit a huge, insectoid-like alien world. I enjoyed it again.

People might know the Chiang story Story of Your Life from the 2016 film Arrival, directed by Denis Villeneuve (the book has none of the exciting pyrotechnics in the film). It centers on language and the alien-ness of not just the visitors but the way they communicate. It's quite cerebral and hard to understand on occasion but this doesn't detract from the interesting premise and the writing is good.

The A.E. van Vogt story Fulfilment was quite relevant to today's concerns about "AI" and the march towards a conscious and intelligent computer. I haven't read much van Vogt but his clipped and direct style is something I grew to like. This is the tale of a "brain" (i.e. an AI) that is trying to subvert or combat another, similar "brain" it comes across. Humans might get in the way.

The last story was slightly longer and by an author I haven't read before, John Crowley. This is the "time travel" tale Great Work of Time, and concerns the difficulties keeping the world straight, even with the utmost caution, when attempting to change things to prevent "bad" outcomes. It's a very well written story with a melancholic air about it. The concept of "time travel" is full of possibilities and I doubt will be exhausted soon. I will look to read more Crowley.

I was surprised to find a story by John Steinbeck, author of The Grapes of Wrath. The short tale called The Short Short Story of Mankind is a jokey take on the very rough nature of human existence from the cave onwards, perhaps towards some sort of civilisation. It's very sardonic and we might laugh at the ignorance and dysfunction but also recognise how thin the ice is to a decent life.

I was less impressed with some of the tales, perhaps the Asimov (Nightfall, Jokester), which I thought mediocre. James Tiptree, Jr was an author I've been looking forward to reading but thought And I Awoke and Found Me Here on the Cold Hillside a bit disappointing. However, it is a story where thought is required: that with alien contact, humans could become merely "groupies", obsessed with chasing alien attention. I'll need to read more Tiptree, Jr to decide if I like her writing. Sometimes you need to take some time to consider what is being said: they're not always direct. Like the Tiptree, Jr., the Damon Knight story The Country of the Kind is another story I had some difficulty with; that is, understanding the point. But as James Wallace Harris discusses on his (excellent) Classics of Science Fiction blog, it is a famous and very well respected story that needs a bit of thought in order to work out meaning.

It was a great refresher to read a set of curated short stories for a change, and a wide set of authors. Yes, "entertainment" is great but that does not mean "easy" or trite; sometimes you have to be challenged as well. Science Fiction is often a very good way to do that.

Last year, I wrote about ransomware attacks (for the second time). I think there have been many since then but you do not hear about most of them. It can be absolutely devastating personally when you're the victim of one of these criminal attacks. The costs to an organisation or government are even higher. I think they might even cause a business to fail in some circumtances.

The recent news is that Marks and Spencer, a British retailer, has been hit by a "cyberattack", and it looks like it is ransomware. There's a write-up at Bleeping Computer and a few details are given. It is very hard to know how to protect yourself from this sort of thing, or deal with the aftermath. There are obvious protections but I think the defence is always behind the offence and it's increasingly trite to just push the messages to "patch your systems" or update your "antivirus".

It looks like something has been going on at the Co-op as well. A "hack"? It's a bit suspicious with all news coming out from them just now. The lead at the BBC article linked is :

Staff at the Co-op are being ordered to keep their cameras on during remote work meetings, and verify all attendees, as the company deals with an ongoing cyber attack.

Well ... great. But I recall that, not so long ago, a company was conned into doing a multi-million dollar transfer by criminals faking a voice on a telephone call (The Guardian) :

The British engineering company Arup has confirmed it was the victim of a deepfake fraud after an employee was duped into sending HK$200m (£20m) to criminals by an artificial intelligence-generated video call.

That is a lot of money. I think the "AI" is getting good enough to be on video now perhaps, so I think that all bets are off!

Addendum:

A Scottish man has been extradited from Spain to the USA apparently. Tyler Robert Buchanan is alleged to be a part of the nebulous cybercrime group "Scattered Spider", the people being blamed for the M&S cyberattack. Brian Krebs, who reports about this sort of crime writes about it.

Downward to the Earth
By Robert Silverberg

Robert Silverberg was a very prolific author, much science-fiction but also history, criticism and much else. He had a "golden" period in the late-sixties until the early-seventies, writing some of his most famous novels to a lot of critical acclaim. The first Silverberg I read was one of these, Dying Inside from 1972: a book I thought was extremely good. Downward to the Earth is another from this period, published in 1970, and another great novel I enjoyed immensely.

Using Conrad's Heart of Darkness as a template, Silverberg refashions a new version of the tale: a trip "up river" on a planet that was previously a colonial possession. Like Conrad, the journey is as much a mental one as physical. It is clear that the protagonist, Edmund Gundersen, is seeking some sort of atonement of past sins committed while he was a colonial functionary.

There are two intelligent native species inhabiting the world: the Nildoror and the Sulidoror. The Nildoror are dominant and have an elephant-like appearance but much larger. They are vegetarian, peaceable and intelligent. The Sulidoror are bipedal, fur covered with a snout and long arms with claws. They are more taciturn. The planet has been "relinquished" by the company that ran it and left to its own devices, although a few humans remain and it still receives some tourists. Gundersen travels back to make some sort of peace with the Nildoror and himself. He has done some things he is ashamed of. Other humans have also behaved badly, some much worse.

There is a lot of self-discovery as you would expect and a need to come to terms with the past, especially the treatment of the alien "people" on Belzagor, as the planet is now known. This is the crux in fact: the elephant-like Nildoror are treated like animals (beasts of burden) but they are, in fact, individual, intelligent "people". Perhaps Africans were often treated in the same way: the sin of racial colonialism. The world of Belzagor is beautifully built by Silverberg, in all its humid, sticky or foggy glory. The aliens of both main kinds are also brought to life well and we empathise with these strange, quiet alien beings. Whether or not redemption is achieved, the journey itself is a rewarding one. This is a quiet book worth reading.

Hubris
by Ray Perman

I've just finished reading Ray Perman's history of the Bank of Scotland, and in particular, its collapse in 2008. A 300 year old bank, with a reputation for probity and banking acumen, was destroyed in just a few years. It's a very sorry tale and is still relevant to us today. A good book.

I've not forgotten the 2008 financial crisis and how worrying things were. For a time, it seemed possible that the whole financial system would break. I also realised how far the Great Depression would have affected people long after things got back to "normal" (and long after the Second World War). Troubling times, and since our own banking crisis we've been flailing around in the aftermath.

In Hubris, Perman concentrates on the UK and the banking crisis here. The "Bank" (as it was known north of the border) was an extremely successful and trusted institution, founded in 1695. It was looked up to and very successful because it was conservative and boring. After all, who wants excitement in a bank?

As has been stated before, bank managers were considered boring and staid perhaps, but also the standard for honesty and decency. Think Captain Mainwaring in Dad's Army. Things are very different today, both the staff, management and the branch itself. Many problems have compounded over the years but a fundamental one might be the so called "animal spirits" so beloved of some economists, leading to a dangerous concentration on growth and profit at the expense of sound money. When globalisation comes knocking (post Big Bang in the UK), you are in "competition" with financial corporations worldwide and the pressure is on to "grow" and "perform". Banking became much more complicated and risks were poorly understood. When does "too big to fail" become "to big to exist"? I hope we learned some lessons but memories fade and human nature being what it is. We couldn't afford it befor. Even less now.

The Yiddish Policeman's Union
By Michael Chabon

Man makes plans and God laughs.

This was a marvelous read and a book I found very hard to put down. Not only beautifully written but very witty, with a great dead-pan humour throughout. I actually found myself laughing aloud occasionally in fact.

I don't read police "procedurals" generally, although the recent Maigret read probably counts. Chabon's novel is decidedly different however. A murder mystery set among the diaspora Jews of Sitka, Alaska, in a world where Israel was snuffed out soon after its formation. So it is actually an alternate history novel and some subtle differences to our world are hinted at occasionally. The USA offered the Jews their new chilly far north home but the catch is that it is a temporary arrangement and that "reversion" to the US is about to take place after a fifty year run. Once again, the Jews have homelessness to look forward to.

With a hard-boiled, slovenly but dogged and capable detective protagonist, an ex-wife also in the police force and a half native Tlingit partner, the book shares many features common to the genre. However, suffused with Yiddish and Eastern European Jewishness, it is a very refreshing take on the hard-bitten crime story. I've learned a few Yiddish words here and, luckily, there was a Yiddish glossary in the back of my paperback edition. I now have a few other Chabon novels on my shelf to read sometime and this book is also one for a future re-read as well.

Dovecot Studios in Edinburgh have a great exhibition on at the moment called The Scottish Colourists: Radical Perspectives. It covers a bit more than just the Colourists, including other artists working around the same time, such as: Sargent, Whistler, Melville (a great watercolour on display) and some of the Bloomsbury Artists, such as Duncan Grant.

Above: Leslie Hunter, Peonies in a Chinese Vase, 1925,oil on board (from Dovecot web site)

Perhaps it is a little easy to forget Dovecot Studios sometimes, unless you keep an eye on weaving and tapestry arts, but it is a bit more than a tapestry studio. It does a lot of art, craft, design and education as well and has a really good exhibition space. There were a lot more paintings being shown than I expected, which was a very pleasant surprise.

Above: Arthur Melville, Orange Market, Puerto de Los Pasajes, watercolour on paper, 1892

I was surprised and happy to see a painting by Kees Van Dongen :

Above: Kees Van Dongen, A Vase of Flowers, oil on canvas, 1920

Above: S J Peploe, Still Life with Bottle, oil on canvas, 1912

The building used to be public baths, built in 1885 and the first of the kind in Edinburgh. It's beautiful inside and the tapestry studio is where the original swimming pool sat :

Below: The viewing gallery, looking down on the tapestry artists.

I'll re-visit the exhibition before it finishes on 26 June 2025. It is well worth another look.

Many art works are not on display in galleries and museums because there is just not enough display space and the collections are large. However, it is still frustrating to see how many are out of sight.

One work I came across is an example: The Green Bottle by the Scottish Colourist Francis Campbell Boileau Cadell. I saw this for the first time recently and liked it a lot, but had never seen it before. Looking it up, I discovered where it was and was disappointed to see that it was "In Storage". A shame because it's a great painting. At least it is in the National Gallery of Scotland, so I might get a chance to see it in person sometime.

This one joins many other works out of sight, including works by other Scottish artists like S.J. Peploe and Leslie Hunter.

Speaking of Edward Gorey, I came across two things about him a day or so after posting about the "tribute" exhibition in Leith.

One was a link on Hacker News about a Comics Journal article by Cynthia Rose about how she had some correspondence with him many years ago. A lovely little story, short and sweet. It shows off more workings of his eccentric mind.

Over time, we discussed a range of topics: the Moors murders, the benefits provided by a ha-ha, Gustave Doré's views about the London slums, Lillian Gish in The Wind, Japanese ghost behaviour in the Edo era, spirit photography, London's cheap bookstores, Rudolf Nureyev's feet, illicit dissections and why green wallpaper had killed Victorians.

I'd never heard of a "ha-ha" until I came across it in Ian McEwen's book Atonement. It is : "a ditch with a wall on its inner side below ground level, forming a boundary to a park or garden without interrupting the view".

The other Gorey reference was seeing that he had done the covers for two books by the writer of "strange" stories, Robert Aickman. I've read some Aickman (and will read some more) and his subtle and odd (sometimes unsettling) stories seem to be a good combination with the artist.

On the right is Gorey's cover for Aickman's collection Cold Hand in Mine. His art also graces Aickman's Painted Devils collection. I have Cold Hand in Mine and it is on my "to be read" list. Unfortunately it is not the one with the Gorey cover.

I found the image of the cover on the blog feuilleton by artist and designer John Coulthart. Some of his artistic interests closely match mine.

Take Back Plenty
By Colin Greenland

I have been trying to curate "good" books to read, so have been picking up "classics" (of whatever genre), as well as recommendations (whether BookTube, personal or otherwise). So far with a lot of success, but it can be hit or miss of course. I heard good things about Colin Greenland's Take Back Plenty (BookTube I think) so picked it up as my next read. Unfortunately, it was a bit of a miss for me.

Greenland is an academic and, according to the Science Fiction Encyclopedia, did a PhD at Oxford in science-fiction (yes, I am surprised). Originally, he seemed to have some association with British New Wave science-fiction in the 1970's but this may have been tenuous with respect to his written work. This is his fourth novel, first published in 1990.

Take Back Plenty is not a bad book per se, just written in a jokey and "knowing" way I didn't always appreciate. I almost put it aside a couple of times actually, but carried on and finished it.

It's a "space opera", so expect spaceships, aliens, technology and planetary adventure; a story that could almost be described as a "romp" in times gone by. Although I'm not a fan of humorous books, I did find one or two moments in the book funny. But overall, the novel was a bit of everything, all over the place and too much going on. The central character, Tabitha Jute, had a lot of potential, but was a bit of a standard issue wise-cracking cargo ship captain, swept along by a never-ending sequence of events strung together. She seemed a bit feckless in some ways. I never felt much excitement or suspense and the "world-building" seemed a little confusing to me as well.

The novel won a few awards and also spawned a couple of followups but I will probably not bother with them.

Edward Gorey was an American artist/illustrator famed for his quirky, gothic and somewhat macabre drawings. In his centenary year (he was born in 1925, died in 2000), the Customs House in Leith was the venue for a small exhibition of works by artists paying him tribute.

Above: A view of The Shore in Leith from the Customs House. A blue sky in February.

Right: From the Pious Infant by Edward Gorey.

The art of drawing, illustration and printmaking is such a neglected field that it was great to have a show like this. I think most cities could really do with a dedicated gallery for the graphic arts, Edinburgh included.

Thanks to Paper Galaxy (Linda Hughes) and everyone else involved for taking the time to curate and put this together.

The exhibition was called Phantasmagorey.

The The Gashlycrumb Tinies is a great example of Gorey's work and black humour: an "ABCD" book of weird and wonderful situations ... and untimely deaths. The "tinies" come to unforunate ends.

Below: From the The Gashlycrumb Tinies (1963). This illustration is taken from the Gorey page at Lambiek.

Almost all the art at Phantasmagorey was by artists paying Gorey tribute, including a few I know such as Kate Charlesworth (who lives in Leith apparently), Tom Gauld and Steven Appleby. As you would expect, many pieces were quirky or macabre as well.

Right: The Prim Reaper by Morten Morland

Right: The Match by Ray Baker. A great "Pen on Paper" construction.

Below: I didn't catch the creator of this. Gorey loved making up strange animals.

Song of Kali
By Dan Simmons

This was not a very comfortable book to read at times. I enjoyed it, if that term is appropriate, and looked forward to sitting down and reading but it is not for the faint of heart. In fact, it was a little stomach churning in a few places! Labelled part of a "Fantasy Masterworks" series (Gollancz), it could be classified as "horror" perhaps, if one wanted to classify at all. In addition, it is unclear if there is any actual "supernatural" element here. A feeling of dread pervades the narrative.

This is a dark, bleak and unsettling story about an American writer who travels to Calcutta with his wife and baby daughter, with the aim of getting hold of a manuscript from a poet long thought to have been dead. The poet, M. Das, disappeared years previously but seems to have re-surfaced with a new work of a quite different nature. The American wants to collect the new work for publication in the USA and also meet Das but he is elusive. On finally reading this manuscript, it may not be something the world should see.

The city is a major character in Simmons' tale and can be a grim backdrop. This is not an India the Ministry of Tourism will like (although the book is set decades ago now).

Left: A depiction of Kali from wikipedia.

As Wikipedia says, she is the "embodiment of the grim worldly realities of blood, death and destruction". She is also the Goddess of cremation grounds. In Simmons' novel, she is all of these things.

There are many horrific elements to this novel but it is well written and fast paced. You continue to read but know things are probably not going to end well, at least for some. I loved a re-read of the Hyperion books last year and I am glad to have a few more of his novels on my shelf waiting for a read (or indeed a re-read).

My Friend Maigret
By George Simenon

I found three Maigret books in a Free Library near me. I've heard very good things about Simenon and his detective so I picked them up and have now read one. My first Simenon went very well.

My Friend Maigret is a short and incisive crime mystery set on a French island off the Riviera. A small cast of characters are in focus after a murder, with Maigret accompanied by Mr Pyke, an observer of his methods from Scotland Yard. There is humour with the wry interaction of Maigret and his quite taciturn colleague, who he seems to slightly resent but also admire, and also great local colour. This all takes place in the Fifties, and shows its age in some ways of course (telegrams, for instance). However, it is extremely readable and I found the prose sharp and quite witty. Human behaviour, and the types you might find in a place like this, are timeless though, and crime will always be familiar. Very well done novel and I look forward to the next one.

Helix Wars
By Eric Brown

Helix Wars is Eric Brown's followup to his Helix novel, a book I liked a lot. Whilst I would not rate this as quite as highly, it is a very worthy sequel.

Taking place about two hundred years after the first, the human colony has made its home on the Helix and been assigned a "peacekeeper" role by the Helix Builders. When one of the alien races on the Helix decides to wage a war of conquest on another, a human inter-world pilot is shot down and dropped into the midst of the terror and ravages of the war.

What we end up with is a great action and adventure story, with a chase, a rescue attempt, an alien partner, high technology and a brutal foe. Like the first book, Brown is good on the interaction and relationship between people, here alien people. We empathise with the alien point of view completely, and the morality of killing is explored as the characters debate and argue about what sort tactics to use and how justified killing is. It is an excellent science-fiction thriller: easy to read and pacy like the first book.

I will say that I don't particularly like the cover of the paperback I have though. It makes the book look like a video game, or some sort of "role-playing" fiction! Getting past that though, a straightforward action book I enjoyed reading a lot. Now to find the next Brown book to pick up: they are not all in print anymore I think.