Bibliography, November 2014

BOTM: R. Flanagan, The narrow road to the deep north

G. Flynn, Gone Girl
P. Mansel, Constantinople: city of the World's Desire
R. Mortimer, Dear Lupin: letters to a wayward son
J. Norman, Edmund Burke
P.G. Wodehouse, Cocktail time

So, I've done this already, Flanagan's Booker prize winner is deserved. It's also the best book I've read this month, in what is a strong field, with the return of the Earl of Ickenham in a late Wodehouse and the compelling account of Ottoman Constantinople, which was very well done indeed. Anyway, I won't rehearse my reasons for Flanagan, which was almost entirely well and effectively done (there's an annoying and pointless Jane Eyre like coincidence in the plot that I hated, but it was a small detour). The subject is fascinating and I think it's a mark of how well it's done that the Japanese sections work as well as the Australian.

Bibliography, October 2014 (Booker edition)

BOTM: E. Waugh, Men at Arms

J. Ferris, To rise again at a decent hour

K.J. Fowler, We are all completely beside ourselves 

H. Jacobson, J
N. Mukerjee, The lives of others
A. Smith, How to be both
E. Waugh, Helena
E. Waugh, Officers and Gentlemen
E. Waugh, Unconditional Surrender
M Zusak, The Book Thief

&, for completeness but not actually finished till November, R. Flanagan, The narrow road to the deep north 

This has become a bit difficult. I delayed this because - for the first time ever - I've managed to read all the Booker shortlist. Unlike last year, they appear to have been right. So, Flanagan would have been BOTM had it been in the month, but it wasn't. Anyway, It's still difficult to award pick a favourite then because I can't really call out which one of Evelyn Waugh's war trilogy is the best. The last one is the nicest to read because it gets resolved, but I think it's the first one that does what it does best, though that may be because I found the great character of the mad brigadier (Ritchie - Hook) more amenable than the monstrous Ludovic who stalks Officers and Gentlemen. The trilogy, it goes without saying, is magnificent.

For the record, I'd rank the Booker shortlist as follows: 1. Flanagan, 2.Fowler, 3. Mukerjee, 4. Ferris, 5. Smith, 6. Jacobson. If I could have read just the first half of Ferris or the second half of Ali Smith (in my version, the modern story), they'd have done better.

Bibliography, September 2014

BOTM: D. Brown, Bury my heart at wounded knee*

M. Atwood, Oryx and Crake

J. Berger, Ways of seeing

M. Kundera, Immortality

L. Lee, A moment of war

D. du Maurier, My cousin Rachel

H. Murakami, Hard boiled wonderland and the end of the world

R.L. Stevenson, Kidnapped*

I've had to abandon my objection to Margaret Atwood doing Science Fiction, because - aside from the Handmaid's tale, which is a bit clunky - it turns out she does it really well. However, her achievement pales beside the feat of historical re-imagining that Dee Brown manages with his famous, and wonderful, account of the history of the end of the plains Indians. Reading it for the second time, I looked up the reaction, and the criticism. Some of that criticism is probably fair. It is a whitewash, and no attempt is made to analyse and understand the acts of the settlers. But, more than ever, I don't think that matters. What he does is to give a vanished people a history, albeit one without a happy ending. And he does so with a voice that isn't that of the victorious Americans. That's astonishingly hard to do - we are all prisoners of own historiography - and here it's done with style and an emotional punch that still smarts long after I finished reading. Were I to do one of those ten books challenges, it would be there.

Bibliography, August 2014

BOTM: M. Kundera, Life is Elsewhere 

R. Calder, Willie: a life of Somerset Maugham

T. Hunt, 10 cities that made an Empire

D. du Maurier, Jamaica Inn
E.M. Remarque, All quiet on the Western Front
K. Roberts, Pavane 
A. Solzhenitsyn, August 1914 

I had forgotten just how much I like Kundera. I've picked up a few ones I didn't have in charity shops recently (including one I accidentally bought for the second time). Rather nicely, they seem pretty much to have come in chronological order. Anyway, this one was great - light, funny, and touching. I don't think it's his best, but it was good enough this time.

Down with the Manor of Northstead

Douglas Carswell may have given an undeserved victory to Ed Milliband, and he has certainly given a filip to Nigel Farage, for both of which he should ashamed. People seemed to have talked about that a lot. However, he is definitely taking Parliament closer to the tyranny of party, which is much worse, and people haven't really talked about that enough. I don't believe he's doing it cynically - there’s no doubting that he is a man of principles, but so was Lenin. Neither's happen to be mine.

I feel we are underplaying the constitutional impact not so much of what he has done, but how he has done it. We have had MPs defecti before - there are a surprising number. They make excellent copy, and they are disastrous for parties. However, most don't resign their seats. In fact the last MP to do so was Bruce Douglas-Mann in 1982. Reflexively people tend to think this is bad, arguing that MP's who switch allegiance should be forced to face their electors again. Apparently this is more 'democratic.' Obviously, I don't really care if it's more democratic. Douglas Carswell does. But where does this end: when Claire Short resigned as a Labour MP, should she have faced the electors? When parties discipline members by withholding the whip, should that trigger an election? Should all the Liberal Democrats fight their seats anew after their volte-face on a manifesto promise?

Of course they shouldn't. We don't elect parties; we elect people. Their electors elected them; next year they get to vote again. Let us roll back party, not entrench it. Switching party shouldn't be privileged. If we believe in having independent-minded people in public life, in the power of Parliament over government, then we need less party, not more. If this becomes the norm, we move ever closer to party lists and the horrors that attend it. 

The electors of Clacton elected Douglas Carswell. Turn down the Manor of Northstead and in the name of God, Stay.

Bibliography, July 2014

BOTM: A. Solomon, Far from the tree

K. Atkinson, Life after life
A. Christie, Passenger from Frankfurt
D. Darke, A house in Damascus
D. du Maurier, The du Mauriers
C. Moran, How to be a woman
V.S. Naipaul, The Masque of Africa
J. Updike, Couples

I'm liking this month's selection. Broad, and good; many were excellent. However, none could compare to Solomon's astonishing, detailed, documentation of the lives of disabled and 'different' children and their families. Obviously, this feels like a dangerous book to read when a baby is on the way, but it's not. It was warm but not fuzzy; emotional without being sentimental; and a worthy tribute to the people it recorded. There is more on it here. It did also make me cry, but that is a function of the coming baby. 

Bibliography, June 2014

BOTM : B. Wilson, Consider the Fork

J. Baker, Longbourn

J. Barnes, Sense of an Ending

A. Christie, Ordeal by Innocence 

A. Cooper, Patrick Leigh Fermor: an adventure

N. Douglas, Old Calabria

P.L. Fermor, ed. A. Cooper and C. Thubron, The Broken Road

It’s all been Patrick Leigh Femor this month – his last book, his biography, his favourite travel book (that was Old Calabria and it hasn’t aged well) - but better than them all was Consider the fork – about the history of food technology. Specifically, about how we have cooked over time and the implements we have invented to do it. What struck me was simply how recent many of the essentials in the kitchen are. And I'm looking at some of my utensils with more gratitude than I imagined I ever would.

Bibliography, May 2014

BOTM: P.L. Fermor, Between the woods and the water*

R.E. Feist, Magician*
P.L. Fermor, A time of gifts*
A. Koestler, The thirteenth tribe
A. Koestler, Darkness at noon
P. Roth, Exit Ghost
B. Unsworth, Stone Virgin

Decent bit of rereading last month, almost by accident. And Koestler - how have I not read Koestler before. Anyway, magnificent though he was, this was inevitable. I'm rereading Paddy Leigh Fermor's first two volumes of his trip to Constantinople in preparation for reading the posthumously edited third. They are as glorious as I recall, and the second one is the better, though I'm not insensible to the charge that that's due to my own sympathies, not purely literary merit.

Against Macedonius

Preached Easter 6 (25th May) 2014, St Michael's, Camden Town

Acts 8:5-8,14-17
1 Peter 3:15-18
John 14:15-21

Today is the feast day of Gregory VII, one of the great medieval popes, provided you think greatness is about power. A pope so bold that he forced the most powerful man in Christendom, the Emperor of the West, to come to him to beg his forgiveness. In the snow. On bare feet. So aggressive that when I was taught about him, my tutor compared him to Stalin. Powerful he may have been, but he was not universally loved. By the end of his life, he was no longer in Rome and when he died, on this day in 1085, he cried ‘I have loved justice and hated iniquity, therefore I die in exile.’ We could say he lacks self knowledge.

And I say this because when I think about Philip (not our Fr Philip, he’s nothing like Stalin), but the Philip in our reading today, I can’t help feeling there is a lot of Gregory in him. From the account we have, Philip goes to Samaria to preach the gospel. He does so with what we might call a lack of subtlety. He performs a raft of miracles, they believe, usually because they have seen them. In a passage missed out of the reading today, he runs into a rival miracle worker, who the author of Acts calls a magician, and he beats him by doing better miracles. This is about power, not truth.

But then the next passage is fascinating. If you’re a researcher into the very early church, you get very excited about this because it gives you a hint about what is going on in Jerusalem; for the rest of us, it’s just surprising. The high command send Peter and John to do more. The Samaritans have accepted Christ, but it isn’t enough. They need to hear about the Spirit. Faith in Christ alone is not Christianity.

And I think we find that very uncomfortable, even now, perhaps especially now. For two thousand years, we have become very used to using Christ as a shorthand for our belief – that's understandable, we are called Christians. But it’s wrong. Our belief is in God: the Trinity, not just one person in it. In a few minutes, we will all recite what that means in the Creed, and the history of that is instructive.

If you’re uncomfortable with this, you’re not alone. If you’ll cast your mind back to the 350s and 360s, you’ll of course recall that it was a hot topic then too. Macedonius, who was bishop of Constantinople, the capital of the Roman Empire, refused to accept that the Holy Spirit was God. That debate rewrote the creed that at Nicaea itself only said, we believe in the Holy Spirit, and became what you have on your service sheet. We are affirming that the Spirit is God, identifying what he does. Of course Christ is essential, but so is the Father, and so is the Spirit.

Why?

Because a belief in God without the Spirit would change how we think of the world. It would be greatly impoverished. To my mind the most important thing that John records in the Gospel today is that the Spirit will ‘be with you for ever.’ A second, gentler Gregory, Gregory of Nazianzus, one of my all time favourite theologians (like most of my all time favourite theologians them, long dead), was an opponent of Macedonius in the fourth century and wrote a long oration on the Holy Spirit opposing him. He talked about history.

There have been … two conspicuous changes of men’s lives, which are also called two Testaments… : the one from idols to the Law [he means Moses], the other from the Law to the Gospel [he means Jesus]. And we are taught in the Gospel of a third.
(Gregory of Nazianzus, On the Holy Spirit, 25)

For Gregory, the trinity hovers over these changes - as time goes on we have a greater understanding of the nature of the God – we call this progressive revelation. In the Old Testament, it is God the Father that is talked about openly, and the Son hinted at. In the gospel, it is obviously about Jesus, but introduces the Spirit. In the current age, what Gregory calls the third testament (Gregory of Nazianzus, On the Holy Spirit, 8), when Spirit is fully visible, we are moving towards the final age, where Gregory says there will be an Earth that ‘cannot be shaken or moved.’ For Gregory, the Spirit animates our history. In the Creed, we will say the Spirit spoke through the prophets; we could easily say he speaks through the church through the ages.

So what does he say?

Today’s gospel is pretty useful, and I should say, it is the very same text that Gregory used 1600 years ago. It calls the Spirit two things – the Spirit of Truth and then the word parakletos which is translated here as advocate, but elsewhere counsellor, comforter or helper. This Spirit is not a lawyer, but a support. He is there to sustain us and to nudge us gradually towards the truth. My wide may disagree, but this is not always a characteristic of lawyers.

But if the Spirit is not God, then we might be at the mercy of lawyers. Were there no Spirit, it would mean God would have had retreated after his victory on the cross. We would be living an echo of what was important; playing out something that as solely a memorial. Perplexingly, God would have been willing to die for us, but not to stay. God would not be present to support us when we, like the recipients of the epistle, are told to do good, to hold fast. But instead, the Spirit is here: we are sustained and comforted by the Spirit throughout history.

For that letter is old, written before 100 AD. Pentecostals and others like to think of the Spirit as something that gives them licence to kick against the tradition of the church as the voice of the Spirit comes to them. What presumption? what arrogance? What do they think the Spirit has been doing for the last 2,000 years? It is they who deny the divinity of the Spirit by their rejection of the past. The gospel says ‘you know him, because he is with you, he is in you.’ That is not a licence to take create doctrine afresh, but an invitation to the revelation of God, built on 2,000 years of his work, changing, yes, as God is progressively revealed, but built on the same teaching.

Our first Gregory, Gregory VII gave us another famous quotation, also with some difficulties. He said ‘The Lord did not say I am custom, but I am truth.’ Through the Holy Spirit, the supporter and sustainer of all of us in this age, we often do not have to choose. For he is with us forever.

Amen.

All borders are equal, but some are more equal than others

In my books database I categorise European history geographically into only six countries, and everything east of Austria is 'Russia.'* In part this is a function of my interests (I refuse to have a Poland section with only two books in it; I'd have many more subdivisions if I was a specialist in Bulgaria), but it also reflects a genuine difficulty in the history of Eastern Europe: the geographical units aren't stable, whereas in the west, they are. Here's a map from 1000 where you can see most of the big western countries, but not a lot that's recognisable in the east. And many of the eastern countries are false friends too. Ironically, the centre of 'Russian' civilisation is in Kiev, and Asia Minor doesn't yet have any Turks in it. Even into the nineteenth century, it still looks pretty strange, though at least the Turks have arrived in Turkey. 

Regardless of the big movements, it is certainly the case that, even in Western Europe, detailed borders took a very long time to work out. We just about stabilise the borders of the UK component countries in the sixteenth century (if we ignore 1922); Spain in the seventeenth, France in the eighteenth, and Italy in the nineteenth, though all of the continental countries had border adjustments well into the twentieth century. Germany, of course, was completely redrawn in 1945. Some of those borders have only been bought with a lot of blood, and a lot of time. And it remains messy: ask the German speakers  in eastern Belgium, or the Poles in the Baltic states. Borders are complicated, and there's no simple principle in determining them that will arrive at a perfect answer. I don't think the Anglosphere really understands that. America only really thinks about the frontier; though I'm fascinated by the thought that they took seriously at one point the assumption that the US would include all Mexico, and although they get some credit for Canada, there was plenty of room to go round. Britain, Australia and New Zealand are islands so its relatively simple. Even in Ireland, which we've made such a great job of, the counties are old, so the lines themselves are easier, even if the principles aren't. 

This is important. When we argue about Ukraine, we do so from the perspective of stable, relatively simple borders and national identities. In reality, all the Soviet states had their already pretty fluid ethnic and historical geography wrecked by the communists - Vilnius, until the Russians got their hands on it, was Wilno, one of the great Polish medieval cities (along with Lwow, ironically now in Ukraine) - and only in some cases effectively reconstituted. Certainly Ukraine had no pre-existing independent identity before the 1990s and no recent history outside Russia. When the Russians essentially say that Ukraine isn't a country, they have point. It's certainly not a country with the same stable, deep rooted identity of a Britain or a France. Of course, it's more of a real country than Austria, or Portugal, or any of the other accidents of European history, but that's another matter.

None of this means that territorial integrity isn't important - borders are critical for stability and respecting them is the best means yet to avoid barbarism. Nor do I want to give any credence to anti-American bilge that parts of the left have been spouting. However, in the inevitable deal that will be brokered, we shouldn't look for false equivalences: Ukraine surrendering Crimea is not Alsace-Lorraine again, the Donetsk region is not like Britain losing Kent, or even Gibraltar. Let's not pretend it is. 

By the by, should Ukraine fracture, I've been trying to work out what to call the western bit. I think its Galicia (i.e., the old Austrian Kingdom of Galicia), but I'm not sure that's quite right. Ruthenia doesn't work either. Historically of course it's southern Poland, but I don't think that's an option. I'm really hoping they hold together.

*For the record, the UK, Spain, France, Germany, Italy, Russia. Outside Europe, they only get five categories - the Colonies (including the entire Americas), the Near East, Africa, India and China (NB. includes Japan). Obviously, the classical world and its successor states are catalogued differently.

Bibliography, April 2014

BOTM: D. Hendy, Life on air: a history of Radio 4


M. Bradbury, Eating people is wrong
I. Calvino, Why read the Classics?
A. Christie, The man in the brown suit
C. Emmerson, 1913: The world before the Great War
H. Nicolson, Sweet Waters
J. Pidgeon, Slade in Flame
N. Shute, A town like Alice
P.G. Wodehouse, The adventures of Sally

It could have been A town like Alice which was a) lovely, and b) very well done. However, I was helpless before a well executed history of Radio 4. In part, this has absolutely nothing to do with the writing - I place R4 on very high pedestal, and would probably have read a poor account with pleasure - but it was well done, thorough, and with some lovely lines. I would have said that the story is a good one, but it is essentially about radio scheduling, so it is testament to the writing that even discussions over broadcast frequencies were gripping. So much so that I actually cried during the sections towards the end when the home counties marched on Broadcasting House to preserve Long Wave in the 1990s. Richly documented, and richly rewarding.

Mad, bad and dangerous to know

I've delayed this because I was rounded on social media for even briefly celebrating the return of the Stansgate viscountcy three weeks ago. Hopefully the dust has settled. Tony Benn is still dead; there is still a Viscount Stansgate again (it's his eldest son). And, hopefully, all those people who didn't really like Tony Benn now feel a bit silly for lauding him to the heights.

Because everyone (and I mean everyone, with the noble exceptions of Matthew Paris) fell over themselves to praise him. And I don't really know why. Now, I'm sure Tony Benn was personally lovely. His diaries make him out to be so, though he did write them himself. And he was certainly a fine example of the the benefits of a good education (Westminster. A fact he tried, despite his legendary 'integrity', to have removed from Who's Who) and a constant desire to document and make sense of the world. 

But he was wrong, about everything, and - for his party - wrong in a disastrous way.

I find it curious that the left lined up to bang on about how wonderful he was, when the only people who should celebrate his political career are the right. Benn was a, if not the, key facilitator of Thatcher's dominance. He was one of the major figures on the Labour left - a candidate for the deputy leadership (he lost), a potential leader - and he dragged the party leftwards into appalling places. His own politics by then were actively crazy: he wanted to nationalise everything (this was when the Government owned Pickford's), leave the EU, and forcibly reunite Ireland. They sound mad now; they sounded pretty mad then. And as a result, the party split, the vote collapsed, Thatcher got three terms, and in desperation, Labour jettisoned some decent elements alongside all the mad. If you were feeling uncharitable, you might make a direct link from Benn to New Labour. He would have hated that. 

And I don't think he ever realised it either. He had more self-awareness than most: in his later years, when called to explain the affection with which he was held, he used to say that he was 'harmless now'. That was definitely true, but he was also irrelevant, and I don't think he appreciated that. His facile quip in 2001 that he was 'leaving parliament in order to spend more time on politics' is revealing. He didn't spend more time on politics - he went on lecture tours. His audiences loved it; I suspect he did too. It did nothing, though I imagine it made everyone involved feel warm inside.

On one level, the obits were right. He will be missed; he was erudite, charming and he had conviction - all probably only possible because he lost. But without him, the Labour party would have been in better shape in the 1980s and I venture the country would be in better shape now. That's not a legacy to be proud of.

Bibliography, March 2014

BOTM: N. MacGregor, A History of the world in 100 objects (2010)

N. Bouvier, The Japanese chronicles (1989)
E. Christiansen, The Northern crusades (2E 1997)*
A. Patchett, Bel Canto (2001)
J. Wyndham, The Kraken wakes (1963)

I am surprised. I hadn't the BOTM expected it to work work as a narrative. I picked up 100 Objects because I found myself about at King's Cross about to go to Buckinghamshire without a book. Obviously I'd heard it at the time, or part of it, but always assumed it would work as reference, not a continuous read. I was wrong. Despite the breadth and the concept, it reads extraordinarily well. Of course, given its construct, it's not actually a very good on the detail of this history - you have to fill in the blanks yourself. But it is fresh, very well written, fascinating and illuminating. I'm slightly annoyed I didn't read it earlier.

The audio series is available, but I would still recommend reading the book. 

Bibliography, February 2014

BOTM: L. Hughes - Hallet, The Pike

A. Christie, Death in the clouds
A. Christie, The Hollow
W. Dalrymple, Return of a King

Unlike the Booker, the Samuel Johnson prize seems to have been awarded right. Excellent though Dalrymple's is, The Pike is astounding. Wonderful subject, wonderful period, wonderfully told. Importantly, looked at sympathetically, though without sentiment. It's a marvel.

The hammer of justice

Pete Seeger would have been a terrible hammer-wielder. Though an admirer, almost to the end, of Stalin (I'll come back to that), he was no dominator of men. When he spoke of the hammer of justice in his famous , and prosaically named, 'Hammer song' for at least part of the song, it's being used to hammer out a warning, rather than to fight. The only possible instance of him wielding weapons outside a military service is when he tried to take an axe to Bob Dylan's electric cables at Newport (allegedly).

I say this not to belittle him: he was tough, and exceptionally stubborn. Among the many obituaries, I discovered in one that he is the only member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame to be convicted of contempt of Congress. He spent much of his prime years under the shadow of prosecution and indeed spent time in prison for it. This was no accident of course - he was a communist; and a proud one; a Stalinist long after most follow travelers had fallen away. We should be grateful that, by his lights, his activity was almost entirely unsuccessful. The image repeated in his obituaries is that he was 'America's tuning fork.' It's a hopeless metaphor: if America is using Pete Seeger as a tuning fork, then it's tone deaf. It's also woefully shortselling his potency - Seeger wasn't a tuner, he was a prophet - an Old Testament prophet. Like those men who came from the wild places (some having gone into them from rather more comfortable billets in the city, as Seeger did) and excoriated the people for failing to act justly. They placed themselves outside order, in opposition to authority, and preached righteousness. You wouldn't have put them in charge of government either: I love the writings of the prophet Amos, but I'm reading him for what he says about the poor, not the administration. 

And that's how I think we should think about Seeger. Of course he was wrong about the remedy, but the sniping from the right misses the point. His songs and speeches weren't exam answers, but pricks of conscience. Just as we would be fools to import his doctrine into the exchequer, we'd be even more foolish to explain away his ideals or his criticism. They represent a bright vision of America and of humanity, and he sang proper protest songs for the right reasons. Along the way he helped inspire an extraordinary flowering of popular song. We won't see his like again.

Bibliography, January 2014

BOTM: J. Crace, Harvest (2013)

E. Catton, The Luminaries (2013)
S. Delany, Babel 17 (1966)*
Levitt, S.D., and Dubner, S.J.,  Superfreakonomics (2009)
R. MacFarlane, The old ways (2012)
N . Mitford, The Sun King (1966)*
G. Orwell, Essays (ed. 1984)

I've added date of publication to the book lists. I've been meaning to do so for ages, but now I look at it, it may not last - consider it a bit of an experiment. In short, a great month: Orwell, Mitford and Catton all excellent. Indeed, I can see why the Booker jury gave Catton the prize. They were however wrong (and biased towards its structural conceit); it should have gone to Jim Crace's swansong. Harvest isn't perfect: the plot is a bit weak, and the isolation slightly inconsistent. However, the work overall is a masterpiece of evocation and pitch perfect in its description of the village in question as well as the rhythms of country life. Given most people find the era before the war a bit of a stretch, this reaching back - to a period before modernity had even begun to be thought of - is timely as well as outstanding.

Bibliography, 2013

For handy reference, here were my books of the month:

January - D. Athill, Instead of a letter
February - M. Atwood, The Blind Assassin
March - G. Orwell, Burmese Days
April - J. Crace, The Devil's Larder
May - M. Gellhorn, The Weather in Africa
June - R. Young, Electric Eden
July - G. Orwell, Coming up for air
August - J. McPherson, Battle Cry of Freedom
September - A. Patchett, Run
October - A. Munro, Runaway
November - A. Sisman, Hugh Trevor - Roper
December - W. Dalrymple, Nine Lives

First, the numbers. Only a very slight improvement on last year's volumes. 90 books overall, against 85 in 2012. Both well down on the long term average (125), though I think we know who to blame for that. Next, the ratios: seven fiction BOTMs, and only one history. That's broadly reflective of the overall numbers, exactly two thirds of the reading was fiction and I only read five history books this year. That's obscene; and it's changing from now.

Despite all these novels, there was no real contest over fiction book of the year. Atwood's Booker prize winner was outstanding. Certainly the best I've ever read of hers. Suspenseful, clever, and enchanting. It makes me want to go back to some of her works I've rejected in the past. Even the ones about Women.

Non-fiction was harder, but came down to two: McPherson and Sisman. They were both monumental works, though of varying subjects. Even here though, while part of me would love to say the biography of don was better than the one of a war, it is impossible. Battle Cry of Freedom was magisterial. Though long, it rattled by, brilliantly anatomising the Civil War and especially the long term causes. I'd recommend it for reading to anyone save for two things. Firstly, anyone who is interested has probably read it, I'm not the first to point to its brilliance. Secondly, it may make Marxist determinists of young historians reading it. Consider how good it must be to trump that caveat.

Bibliography, December 2013

BOTM: W. Dalrymple, Nine lives

S. Brook, Liquid Gold: dessert wines of the world
M. Kundera, The farewell party*
Montesquieu, Persian Letters*
W.S. Maugham, Liza of Lambeth

I almost gave this to Kundera (who is overdue a reread. I bought and reread this without remembering I'd read it before; and indeed own it), but Dalrymple's was consistently excellent, and engrossing. Basically, I can't really be bothered to read up on India properly, so I'm grateful for him and a selected handful of others for being effective and entertaining guides. He has never disappointed me. In other news, Maugham's celebrated debut is rubbish.