Lawyer, mother, avid reader. Game host extraordinaire! Partner in crime to Obsidian Black Plague! My bookish weaknesses include classics, fantasy, YA, and agreeing to read more books than is even remotely possible.
It seems that Amazon has changed their "also bought" recommendations formatting. I now get a mere 4 books as "customers also bought" recommendations when I look at a book on amazon.
But, I get SEVEN FUCKING PAGES of shitty, self-published "sponsored recommendations," none of which will I ever in one billion years purchase.
This fact, coupled with the utter unreliability of amazon's reviews, makes the amazon book page basically completely useless to me for finding additional books of interest.
I really wanted to like this book. The cover had great promise, and the Istanbul setting seemed like it would be terrific.Sadly, it just really didn't live up to the promise of either.
I spent a lot of time bored. Probably that is what espionage really is - months and years of boredom punctuated by minutes and hours of adrenaline fueled terror. Nonetheless, verisimilitude aside, I was meh on the main character, and the setting of post-war Istanbul didn't come through for me.
There were a few others by Kanon that looked appealing, but with so many other books, and so little reading time, I may just write him off completely.
I actually finished this a few days ago, but haven't yet reviewed it because I somehow managed to schedule the buddy read during my trip to Disneyland. I don't know what I was thinking.
Anyway, I went into this book prepared for a repeat of my Passenger to Frankfurt experience. Imagine my surprise when it was more of an Anne Beddingfield crossed with Emily Trefusis experience. I loved Victoria Jones, even if she did make the preposterous mistake of crossing continents for a man that she'd just met. She amused me greatly, and I loved the part where she broke herself out of captivity after being kidnapped. I'm a great fan of women saving themselves - not so much a fan of men saving women.
The story was even somewhat believable for the first 50%, and had a delightfully campy feel to it. I do feel like Agatha always tries to go too big in her spy thrillers - it's always an attempt to take over the world, instead of just something small, like trying to assassinate a secret agent, or get some government secrets handed off to Russia. She goes so small with her murders - so many of them are just the narrowest of family homicides, where the motive is something of middling value, or a small slight, that her spy thrillers are jarring. I just can't take them seriously, so when they are obviously not meant to be taken seriously, they work for me. As opposed to the ones that are seemingly serious, which just come off as strained and sort of embarrassing.
I've really enjoyed reading the updates of my fellow readers! I agree with Lillelara that Christie may have been drunk while she wrote this. It was also definitely written before she lost her sense of humor and became the "Get Off My Lawn" Christie of her later books. And I loved reading BrokenTune's comparisons with Ian Fleming's James Bond.
Now that I've read this, I am even more excited for the proposed adaptation. It could be great fun! Let it be great fun, please.....
So, rather surprisingly, I have been quite enjoying this - Victoria is one of Agatha's resourceful young women and she has managed to finagle her way to Baghdad. Not sure if it will continue to be enjoyable, but so far so good.
It seems that life changes happen all at once, and this has been a big June for me and my family. My youngest son graduated from high school two weeks ago. My daughter graduated from U of O yesterday, and she and my husband are in Eugene packing up her apartment.
This may be the last time that we live in the same state. She will be home over the summer, for one last summer, and then she is off to Tennessee with her fiance, and will come home not as a resident but as a house guest (of course, you're never really a house guest in your childhood home).
My son is starting at the community college this fall, so I'm not confronted quite so brutally with the reality of adult children. He's going to be with us for a couple of years yet, although he's already talking about getting an apartment.
But, the bottom line is that I've got a lifetimes worth of memories to make with my girl before she heads off to the Great Smokies. I will be watching a lot of Murdoch Mysteries and Poirot, cooking - I need to teach her a few of my signature recipes so she can cook them for herself, since a quick train trip home for the weekend won't be possible - and just generally hanging out. I probably won't be around as much as usual, since I need to pack everything into those last few months with her!
I've been feeling melancholy and nostalgic for days now. I'm just grateful to modern transportation, which means that she will really only be a few hours away by plane. Imagine how parents felt sending their children off to the west, or to the new world, knowing that you might actually never see them again. Heartbreak.
A reminder about the buddy read planned for next week! The drinking and reading commences on 6/24/18!
And, on another note, a new Agatha Christie television adaptation has been announced - They Came To Baghdad! Link to article.
I follow Sarah Kendzior on twitter - @sarahkendzior - and I find her social media feed to be engaging and illuminating in this age of Trump. The View from Flyover Country is a collection of essays that she published back in 2012 - 2014, in which she focuses on several topics that, in hindsight, appear to provide insight into how Trump carried the important, and unexpected, 60K votes in a few counties in Michigan and Wisconsin, which led to his victory.
The sections are entitled:
I. Flyover Country
II. The Post-Employment World
III. Race and Religion
IV. Higher Education
VI. Beyond Flyover Country
When Kendzior talks about "Flyover Country," she is speaking of the swath of the U.S. that is in the center of the country, much of which was firmly Democrat until it wasn't, and which has been in decline for decades. She herself lives in St. Louis, and much of her perspective is taken from her home city and home state, which is desperately poor and racially tense.
She riffs on several themes throughout the book, which really boil down to a meditation in inequality - every theme has as an underlying coda the reality that a small percentage of Americans are in possession of most of the private, and public, good, and that the price to buy into privilege is far too high for the average American to pay.
For example, her discussion about higher education focuses on the stark reality that only about 25% of the "professors" are full-time, tenure track employees with real salaries and benefits that form the reward for their years of education. Approximately 75% of "professors" are piece-work adjuncts who live in poverty, sometimes making as little at 12K a year, living in their cars. Their educations and intelligence are indistinguishable from the professional class, but they are unable to obtain for themselves a "real job" in academia, even after serving as the foot soldier of the University (unpaid graduate student) for years, toiling for their Ph,D. If one is not interested in higher education, this may not inspire sympathy, but she demonstrates the same model is being used by employers in essentially all markets, with the possible exception of the financial sector.
When she talks about employment in highly sought after fields, she makes the point that the barriers to entry in those fields - knowing someone who is already powerful, and the ability to participate in unpaid internships - act to keep out everyone who doesn't already come from a family with status. Young people who want to break into publishing or the media or foreign policy must be able to take unpaid internships in expensive cities in order to meet the right people who control the hiring process. Therefore, it is a self-fulfilling prophesy - the already powerful consolidate power in themselves and their progeny and the rest of the nation goes begging.
The major downfall of the book is that it tends to be repetitive because it is a collection of essays published over a number of years, and so you read the same or similar anecdotes in multiple essays. It is also, to be quite honest, simply depressing as fuck. I am fortunate to be at the tail end of a moderately successful and quite stable career - I am 3 years away from being able to take an early retirement which will enable me to live, if not in luxury, certainly without being reduced to eating cat food and sleeping on sewer grates under newspapers. I was lucky enough to buy a house that has increased substantially in value, and will continue to do so until I can cash out and use the money to sustain myself in more austere circumstances.
I'm not really worried about me, although a total global economic meltdown would no doubt ruin me as it would ruin everyone except for the global elite which seems to invariably emerge from every crisis with an even larger percentage of the resource pot.
But, I am launching kids into adulthood right now. And this shit makes me want to cry and scream and demand to know who the fuck thought it was a good idea to create a new Gilded Age where those ultimate expressions of vacuous grasping mediocrity - the Trumps and their ilk - would end up winning the financial lottery at the expense of my children. It's bullshit.
So, yeah, Sarah Kendzior just depressed the fuck out of me. It's true, most of it, and it's gross and it should be a goddamned crime. But it's the way we live now.
I really had no idea what to expect of this book when I picked it up. I ended up really, really, as in thoroughly and completely, enjoying it. Set in London, it revolves around Slough House, the place where spies go to languish after they've made a mess of something.
To rely upon this book, as well as Our Man in Havana, is to conclude that incompetence in British government is rewarded with exile, diminished responsibilities, and the same salary. True? Possibly.
In Slow Horses, however, things are not entirely as they seem. A book that is positively prescient on the rise of angry white nationalism - published in 2010, Mick Herron saw clearly the rising of the forces that would ultimately lead to Brexit - relies upon conspiracy within conspiracy that must be unraveled by the Slow Horses if they are to avoid being, yet again, blamed for events that are beyond their control.
Great first installment in an engaging series.
Links to the book lists - courtesy of Themis-Athena
The 100 books: The 100 books individually highlighted by the author.
Chapters 1 through 5: (Chapter 1: A New Era Dawns; Chapter 2: The Birth of the Golden Age; Chapter 3: The Great Detectives; Chapter 4: Play Up! Play Up! and Play the Game!; Chapter 5: Miraculous Murders)
Chapters 6 & 7: (Chapter Six: Serpents in Eden; Chapter Seven: Murder at the Manor)
Chapters 8 through 10: (Chapter Eight: Capital Crimes (London mysteries); Chapter Nine: Resorting to Murder (detectives solving crimes while on vacation); Chapter Ten: Making Fun of Murder)
Chapters 11 through 15: (Chapter Eleven: Education, Education, Education; Chapter Twelve: Playing Politics; Chapter Thirteeen: Scientific Enquiries;; Chapter Fourteen: The Long Arm of the Law; Chapter Fifteen: The Justice Game
Chapters 16 through 20: (Chapter 16: Multiplying Murders; Chapter 17: The Psychology of Crime; Chapter 18: Inverted Mysteries; Chapter 19: The Ironists; Chapter 20: Fiction from Fact)
Chapters 21 through 24: (Chapter Twenty-One: Singletons; Chapter Twenty-Two: Across the Atlantic; Chapter Twenty-Three: Cosmopolitan Crimes; ChapterTwenty-Four: The Way Ahead)
It's been a couple of months since I updated my card, although I have checked off a couple more spaces by reading Patricia Highsmith's Strangers on a Train and Marsh's The Nursing Home Murders.
I am beyond the halfway point for Detection Bingo - I've checked off 14 squares, and have 11 left to fill!
As promised, I put together a bingo card for The Detective Club, based on the chapter headings in Martin Edward's The Story of Classic Crime in 100 Books.
Each number refers to the relevant chapter in The Story of Classic Crime in 100 Books. The images are either a detail from the cover image of a book mentioned in the chapter, with the exception of #3, and I couldn't resist an image of Hercule Poirot for a chapter called The Great Detectives!
How did I miss this series? Beginning in a small Bulgarian town in 1934, Furst follows Khristo Stoinev for the next 12 years or so, through the Spanish Civil War, Paris, and Bessarabia, an area of what is now Moldova. Along the way, Khristo is a trained spy for the NKVD. He is sent to Spain as part of his spy work, and becomes the subject of one of Stalin's irrational purges, flees and spends the rest of WWII trying to stay alive.
The book begins with a scene in Khristo's hometown, where his brother is beaten to death for laughing at a petty autocrat with delusions of importance, who is being recruited by a German. Close in time, a Russian comes to town to engage in some recruitment for the motherland. This is during the lead up to WWII, when Germany and the USSR are jockeying for importance and supremacy in the Balkans.
Most of the book occurs from the POV of Khristo and his fellow NKVD officers, which makes it significantly different from most WWII spy fiction. My favorite part of the book was the second section, set in 1937 Paris, just prior to the occupation.
Furst has a genius for placing individuals on a huge stage. The book reminded me a bit of Doctor Zhivago in that way - we know from the dates that enormously consequential events are playing out in a global arena, but his narrow focus on the characters and their day-to-day business of survival and spycraft has the effect of humanizing those historical events. He is not interested in the Prime Ministers and Presidents, rather his focus is on the small individuals and how their actions fit into the large story.
His ability to evoke a historical scene is also truly remarkable. He has an eye for the detail that makes history come alive. Night Soldiers is the perfect name for the book, because so much of the action happens during the dark hours, and the pictures in my mind are all black and white and barely lit.
There are a total of 14 books in this series at this point. Each book appears to be a standalone, and I'm pretty sure that Furst is done with Khristo. While nominally categorized as espionage, my sense of the series feels bigger than that, as though perhaps I have discovered a modern version of Zola's Les Rougon-Macquart, focused on a hyper-realistic exploration of what it was like to live and work as a spy during WWII.
So far, the summer of spies has been epically successful, generating, at this point, two separate ongoing reading projects: Graham Greene and the Night Soldiers series. Can't ask for more than that!
I follow Sarah Kendzior on Twitter, and have for a long time. I find her to be insightful and interesting, in spite of the fact that she invariably makes me feel like the world is falling apart at the seams. I've had this book on my radar screen since the election of Donald Trump.
Mistaking wealth for virtue is a cruelty of our time.
Everything she says is true, and this is truest of all.
Graham Greene is one of those authors that I've always meant to read - and following along with BrokenTune's Greene-land Adventures project increased my desire to dip into his books. The Summer of Spies gave me a perfect opportunity to check out one of his "espionage" books.
I wasn't expecting the level of farce contained in this book. It's not really a spy story - it's a story about a reluctant vacuum-salesman-turned-spy who has no intelligence to provide, but who needs to make the money he is getting for his dispatches worth the while of the British Intelligence service. So, he starts making stuff up.
There are some very funny parts of this book - the "missile drawings" that were obviously based on a vacuum cleaner is hysterical. The conversation between Hawthorne and his boss where the boss convinces himself that Wormold is actually some sort of a merchant king is bitingly funny, and also quite a propos of current politics, where, apparently, 49% of America can be convinced that a lying moron with inherited money is actually a brilliant strategist worthy of being President.
When it is in your interest to believe something, this book points out, reality is of little import.
And, as it is in life, when delusion collides with truth, someone is probably going to die. The ending is a brilliant illustration of what happens when human beings are confronted with an inconvenient and embarrassing reality - sometimes maintaining the lie is easier than acknowledging that you've been fooled.
So it goes...
I changed my blog name to The Quilty Reader, because I'm doing such much crafting these days.
My avatar is still Archimedes, the owl, though!
The More You Know...
A few weeks ago, my husband, son and I decided that we would try to work our way through some movie series this summer.
We started with Harry Potter, and watched all eight of the movies. This took a couple of weeks. Both my son and I had seen them all more than once, but my husband hadn't seen the last two, and hadn't watched any of them for several years. It was hugely fun, so we decided to move on to a new series.
We settled on Star Wars next, and decided to go in chronological order, not release order. My recollection was that the first three movies were pretty bad. I wasn't wrong. Ultimately, I ended up thinking that Phantom Menace - believe it or not - was the best of the three. Attack of the Clones was completely, indefensibly terrible. We're at the mid-point of Revenge of the Sith, which is also simply awful. We've been hate-watching them, at this point, which is entertaining in its own way. We are going to struggle through the end of Revenge of the Sith, which may represent the nadir of the series, and then move on to Rogue One, and at least Nick and I plan to go see Solo this weekend.
I liked Rogue One, and I've actually heard pretty good things about Solo, so I'm looking forward to that one. I've enjoyed all of the remaining movies, so starting with the shitty trilogy was probably a good decision.
We haven't decided where to go from here, but have a several possibilities:
Mission Impossible (5 movies, one in the pipeline)
Bourne (5 movies)
Back to the Future (3 movies)
Men in Black (3 movies)
Marvel Cinematic Universe(we've already watch through Phase II of the MCU)
DC Extended Universe
Pirates of the Caribbean (5 movies)
Indiana Jones (4 movies)
What I am missing? Any suggestions? The movies have to appeal to me, my husband and my 18 year old son, which is why James Bond isn't on the list - I don't think he would be interested in the Roger Moore/Sean Connery Bond movies, although we might do a truncated watch of the Pierce Brosnan/Daniel Craig Bond movies, which I think he might enjoy.
P.S.: Anyone who suggests Twilight will be mocked. Mercilessly. ;)
Middle Earth (6 movies) (no idea how I missed this one)
Jurassic Park (5 movies)
Star Trek (reboot only, 3 movies)
Terminator (5 movies)
Godfather (3 movies)
Narnia (3 movies)
Mad Max (4 movies)
Just a quick review of this one before I head out to work! The MC of this one is Ian Ferrier, who is visiting a friend in Malaga, goes to see some flamenco and become embroiled in danger after his friend, who is working for the CIA, is murdered by some spies.
This is classic MacInnes - well-rendered, exotic location, in this case Spain, a strong, attractive, every day man who has to step up to serve his country heroically, a beautiful woman who is working on the side of good, and a very slender romance subplot between the two.
I'm not entirely sure why I like her books so much. This one had less regressive gender stereotyping than many of her earlier books, although it is still present. In addition, her books are quite slow-paced, especially compared to modern espionage fiction. Nonetheless, I always enjoy dipping into my kindle collection of Helen MacInnes spy fiction, and I am delighted that Titan Books picked her up to re-release on kindle.
As you can see, I ended up really enjoying this book. The first 30% or so dragged a bit, because Matthews had to do quite a bit of backstory in order to set up the second two thirds. The book starts out with the two main characters going through their training - Dominika in Russia, doing intelligence training and then going to the sparrow school, and Nate joining the CIA and going through the training. Once they meet in Helsinki things really pick up.
The time frame of the book is intended to be contemporary - Vladmir Putin is a character and he took power in approximately 1999. There were aspects of it, though, that felt very Cold War to me. In addition, the book makes the claim that Dominika was the first woman to attend Russia's spy school as a prospective agent (as opposed to as a "honeypot" who is intended to compromise men through sex). This piece of sexism gave the book a vintage feel that I wasn't ever able to wholly shake.
There were a few style quirks that I didn't like. Matthews put the pseudonyms of the spies (MARBLE, DIVA) in all caps throughout the entire book, which was distracting and unnecessary. The recipes at the close of each chapter were also distracting at the beginning, and although I began to see their value more towards the end of the book, they did nothing to advance the story and could've been left out.
In addition, Matthews gives his female spy, Dominika, synesthesia manifesting in her ability to see emotions as a colored aura. This purportedly makes her able to discern when people are telling the truth vs. lies, and the "good" people have auras with pretty colors, while the "bad" people have auras that are ugly colors like baby puke yellow. I feel like the book would've been stronger without this fanciful aspect because it was pretty dumb, honestly.
They actual "spy" part - or as the book calls it "tradecraft" - was convincing and many of the details were fun to read. Matthews is former CIA, and his descriptions were authentic. Some of the reviewers mentioned the explicit sex in the book - I didn't really find it all that explicit, although there was a lot of violence, and some sexual violence. The sexual violence was far less prevalent in Red Sparrow than in the Millennium trilogy (Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, etc) by Stieg Larssen.
The book does end in a bit of a cliff-hanger, with Dominika disappearing into Russia. There was enough of an ending that I'm not going to go directly to book 2, although I want to read the entire series. I am also looking forward to the movie.