Monday, 1 May 2023

Bibliography, April 2023

BOTM: A. Hochschild, King Leopold's ghost (1999)

R. Adams, The memories of Milo Morai (1986)
J. Aiken, Black hearts in Battersea (1964)
S. Altun, The Sultan of Byzantium (2011)
S. Barnes, A la recherche de cricket perdu (1989)
R. Bassett, Last days of Old Europe (2019)
A. Burgess, The kingdom of the wicked (1985)
N. Gaiman, The Sandman 5: A game of you (1993)
R.N. Lebow, Archduke Franz Ferdinand Lives!: a world without world war I (2014)
T. Pratchett, Soul music (1994)
S. Selvon, The Lonely Londoners (1956)

It gives me no pleasure to report that the Turkish thriller about a secret society based on the last line Byzantine Emperors is terrible; nor that the imagination of a counterfactual world where WW1 does not happen is also extremely poor. They are both books to avoid. By contrast there are three books on here that are excellent. Sam Selvon's novel on the early Caribbean migrants into Britain is both important and a delight to read. It sort of peters out towards the end, but it is well worth immerses yourself in. Of course, my preferred nostalgic past is not the bedsits of the 1950s, but the lost world of late imperial aristocracy, preferably Habsburg. Richard Bassett thinks so too, and his memoir of his Central European career, and his encounters with the flotsam of the Habsburg world as the cold war ended is just marvellous. Yet again, it makes me curse my stupidity in spending time in Zagreb when Trieste was right there, and it it is enthralling, as well as very nicely done. 

However, best of all was the vastly less warm, though vastly awarded, narrative of the horror-show of Belgian colonialism in the Congo. As we all know now, for Belgian, read personal possession of the King of Belgium. It's tight, clear, and very good on the sheer recency of it all. I also very much appreciated the end, where we get both context on other colonial regimes too (a bad reading of it would single out Belgian / Leopoldine methods alone) and on the weak Belgian reckoning with its own history (the infamous Congo museum was a frequent venue for school trips for me). I don't know the story or nineteenth century Africa as well as I should. This is a critical addition to that. And it's told very well.


Friday, 31 March 2023

Bibliography, March 2023

BOTM: N. wa Thiong'o, A grain of wheat (1967)

L. Binet, HhhH (2010)
------ Civilisations (2019)
P. Carey, The fat man in history and other stories (1980)
G. Dangerfield, The strange death of liberal England (1936)
N. Gaiman, The Sandman: The Doll's House (1990)
------ The Sandman: Dream country (1991)
------ The Sandman: Brief lives (1994)
B. Evaristo, The Emperor's Babe (2001)
G. Heyer, An Infamous army (1937)
D. Landy, Playing with Fire (Skulduggery Pleasant #2) (2008)
J. Kenrick, Musical theatre: a history (2008)
R. Mabey, Wild cooking (2008)
S. Tharoor, Inglorious Empire (2017)

For about fifty pages, I thought Dangerfield's classic was going to be my favourite. That section is wickedly well written, sharp and bright. I loved it. The rest is good, and has lots of biting passages, but struggles to contain the narrative that he's writing and lacks tightness. It needed a better chronology, and I think it should have been shorter. It is still a classic.

Several others were excellent. I'm unconvinced by the French vogue for autofiction in general, but I thought Binet's book on Heydrich was very good. And he's right about Littell. I also really liked Evaristo's early work on on Roman London (though it isn't really). It's very good, funny, and poignant too. I have nothing to add to general comment on The Sandman which I obviously read because of the television adaptation, but is none the worse for it. I read about Musical theatre because I love it, and it did its job well too.

However, best of all was Thiong'o. I read it because I wanted to read more African literature (this is Kenyan), but I found it compelling. It does not have a string of memorable quotations, like Dangerfield, but it was compelling, both in structure and plot. The story of the British exit from Kenya is known, though not well known I fear, and this does it well. Where I think it did it excellently, was in the complexity and range of the responses to it. This was his penultimate book in English before he exclusively wrote in Gikuyu afterwards. I can't wait to read them.

Sunday, 5 March 2023

Bibliography, February 2023

BOTM: W.M. Ormrod, The reign of Edward III (1990)

R. Adams, Horses of the North (1985)
R. Adams, A man called Milo Morai (1986)
H. Carr, The Red Prince: the life of John of Gaunt (2021)
N. Gaiman et al, Sandman, vol 8: World's end (1994)
N. Gaiman et al, Sandman, vol 9: The kindly ones (1996)
W. Golding, The Spire (1964)
N. Jubber, Epic continent (2019)
T. Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters (1988)

I bought this month's BOTM by complete accident. I tried (twice!) to buy Ormrod's biography of Edward III, as part of my ongoing quest to work through the high middle ages in England. But I ordered this by mistake so might as well have read it. And it was outstanding - it's such pleasure to read proper historical analysis with succinct conclusions. The central framing, that segments Edward III's reign into three phases, is clear and very helpful to any understanding. I'm not going to bother with the biography now. I wish I hadn't bothered with that of John of Gaunt, where the author has simple regurgitated her reading  notes. Sigh.

Thursday, 2 February 2023

Bibliography, January 2023

BOTM: P.H. Wilson, The Holy Roman Empire (2016)

P. Ackroyd, Milton in America (1996)
N. Blake (C. Day-Lewis), The beast must die (1938)
J. Bull, The Brexit tapes ( 2023)
J. Clements, The Emperor's Feast (2021)
E. Crispin, The moving toyshop (1946)
H.J. Dyos, Victorian Suburb: Study of the Growth of Camberwell (1961)
M. Green, Historic Clapham (2008)
W.G. Hoskins, Local History in England (1959)
K. Lane, Potosi (2019)
J. Linford, The Missing Ingredient: The Curious Role of Time in Food and Flavour (2018)
A. Piper, A history of Brixton (1996)

I bought Hoskins on a whim in a charity shop in December, but it's sparked a flurry of reading around local history that I've thoroughly enjoyed. I'm definitely going to write the history of the Manor of Stockwell and the Parish of St Andrew's now (i.e., when I retire). I thoroughly enjoyed The Brexit Tapes, even after a delay of a couple of years in turning it into a book. I loved The Emperor's Feast, which is great on the evolution of food in China. I have bought millet in response, sparking less joy in my house. 

My favourite of all was probably the least accessible of all. Every review of Peter Wilson's great tome stresses that this is largely incomprehensible if you don't have a working knowledge of a thousand years of German history. I do have a working knowledge of German history, though with a few gaps, and even I found it required hard work early on. But, having orientated myself through the annexes with my Salians and Luxembourgs, it opened up into a brilliant analysis of a complex, diverse institution that sat at the heard of Europe for a millennium. It was excellent on imperial reform around 1500, and really brought to life the nature of neglected areas like the 'interregnum' of the thirteenth century. It's done thematically and I think that really helps to see the evolution of imperial institutions - and their limits. I will be coming back to it again and again. 

I now feel a real pang of regret that I didn't pursue my first proposed research interest in sixteenth century Austrian Protestantism. Too late now, but it's one of only a handful of books that have ever done that. 

Monday, 23 January 2023

A college sermon (against justification by works)

Preached third Sunday of Epiphany (22nd January) 2023, Balliol chapel, Oxford, Evensong

Ecclesiastes 3.1-11
1 Peter 1.3-12
Psalm 33.1-12

It is a great pleasure to be asked to preach here. I did not go to Balliol while I was at Oxford, but I hold it in great affection. I have lots of good friends at Balliol, through them I met my wife. I’ve visited plenty of times. I have never set foot in this chapel.

I am delighted to rectify this this today, though less delighted with the circumstances. It’s always cold in Oxford, and it’s freezing today. It is also potentially difficult to be doing the sermon in a week where the bishops of the church have failed, once again, to reach the right answer on same sex relationships. And lastly, it is daunting to be asked to preach on one the most famous passages of the Old Testament, though it is now two generation since the Byrds took it to top of the US chart, so the resonance may have faded. As we are in Oxford, one never knows.

Still, no matter what place it occupies in the popular imagination, the Book of Ecclesiastes occupies a strange place in the Bible. Plenty of people have thought it shouldn’t be in the bible, and this is because throughout, instead of the golden thread of God who chooses, judges and redeems, this one doesn’t. The author of Ecclesiastes is resigned; God is remote.

And there appears to be little ambiguity about this. There are sections of the bible where the metaphor clouds the meaning, and the message is obscure. Not here, not least because the superscript literally tell us: ‘There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.’ The message is not subtle one: everything happens, no-one understands God, and then you die. A few verses later we have that the ‘fate of the songs of man and the fate of the beast is a single fate’.

In fact, all our texts lack ambiguity as well, though the others are more upbeat, at least. But, if we can escape the blinding obviousness of the metaphor, the text is less clear. What is the time for? What does the author of Ecclesiastes think we are doing with our lives?

Because despite the opener, every activity under the sun is not listed: there are twenty-eight of them, in fourteen opposed pairs. One of which doesn’t count because you can’t allocate much time to being born or dying. Fairly essential tasks are not included - no eating, no drinking, no sex at all, no studying, no writing, no entertainment, no travel. Some of these do pop up in other parts of the book.

So actually, Ecclesiastes thinks thirteen types of activity are what fill a life:
  • Two about violence (fighting, healing war)
  • Two are about the getting of things, either the finding or the putting off. This may include another about the gathering of stones.
  • Three are about building or making: planting/uprooting, building, mending.
  • Five are about feelings: Embracing, speaking, mourning, weeping, love
I’d like to talk about the last two.

What binds all the building and the making is that it’s for the future. Even the negatives. You obviously build a house or plant a seed for the future, but you also don’t tear down a house if there’s no tomorrow, you tear down a house because you don’t want someone in it or you want to put something there.

When we have later that God has put eternity in the human heart, this is what he means. And in the epistle. ‘the prophets … trying to find out the time and circumstances [of the] the sufferings of the Messiah …. they were not serving themselves but you’.

The prophets may have been laying the foundations of heavenly salvation, but throughout the Old and Testament, and again here, the earthly future matters.

And how is that earthly future going?

It may not feel like it, but it’s going pretty well. Several centuries of material progress, dramatic increases in global wealth and global health has meant a vast improvement in lifestyles. The gap between the time to be born and to die has expanded in length and in quality.

In my own field, nearly two billion people have gained access to clean water in the last two decades. Ukraine’s day of national unity, which is today, is just over 100 years old. You can’t tell them it’s not important.

But, just as with Ukraine, that earthly future is being denied to too many people because of the lack of sound foundations. Think of the basics. Think of Ecclesiastes.
  • To plant: over 700m people are suffering from hunger, half of the countries in the world have food insecurity
  • To build and create: over 600m live in extreme poverty
  • I would add my own field, the foundational gift of water, essential for physical and our spiritual life. 800m people still do not have access to clean water nearby
And, right now, those foundations look shaky. Because of COVID those numbers have gotten worse; undermining the huge gains made. And the drumbeat of climate change gets ever louder threatening it all.

Where is God?

Our first instinct is to look for a God who judges. Is this a test we are failing? What works should we do to get this right, to secure salvation?

The Psalm is clear about the greatness of the Lord, but Ecclesiastes reminds us of the fundamental chasm between man and God, the gap only bridged by Christ. And the tolls of that bridge are not a tariff of good works.

The world matters not because we’re commanded to care, but because of those last set of activities in Ecclesiastes. Those feelings. They aren’t inner feelings, but social ones. For example, keeping silent is normal alone, it’s only an act when you’re with someone.

Faced with the vastness of divine power, an unknowable, unreachable, uninfluenceable God, where all is ‘mere breath’, Ecclesiastes points to people, to the crown of God’s creation. Now, this is no blandly pious ‘God is Love’ message, he’s not saying you can’t hate them, just that a full life engages with them in all their complexity, their diversity , and their messiness. It requires us to engage with the world as it is. And it allows for change. Some might say – I would say – that this week’s position from the college of bishops isn’t changing enough. That it’s not engaging with the world as it is.

But the point is that we must do this, not because these works to be done for a test, but because this is life to be lived to its fullness, this is what we have the time for. Ecclesiastes isn’t telling you how; it’s certainly not telling you when, it’s just telling us that creation, not heaven alone is our mission. Nothing can be left to God alone, when we can act ourselves.

Keep your eyes fixed on the heavens, sure, but lay those foundations, plant those seeds. There is a time for everything. Let us act in the world. Eternity is coming, God has placed it in our hearts, but not yet.

Sunday, 1 January 2023

Bibliography, 2022

Within touching distance of my target of ten books a month, I finished on 118, with three in progress. Next year, next year... 

Curiously, it was exactly 50% fiction, though with non-fiction more weighted to cultural than historical reading, with a lot of memoir this year. BOTMs were almost the same, with five non-fiction (all from the first five months of the year) and seven fiction (from the remainder of the year). This did not in any way reflect the actual reading volumes.

The fiction is straightforward this year. I read Old Filth on Anna's recommendation and I am so glad I did. The sequels are nowhere near as good, but this is an exceptional, and exceptionally precisely written, book. It deserves to be much more well known than it is. 

Usually, non-fiction is harder to call, and there are several non-fiction works that deserve talking about, including ones that weren't books of the month. However, they are all easily overtopped by The Power Broker. It's reputation preceeds it, and it can't really be better known amongst its target audience, but the consensus is correct. 

Jan: P. Short, Mitterand: a study in ambiguity (2013)
Feb: F. Dunlop, Sharks fin soup and sichuan pepper (2009)
Mar: B. Lenon, Much promise: successful schools in England (2017)
Apr: R. Caro, The power broker (1974)
May: S. Ritchie, Science Fictions: the epidemic of fraud, bias, negligence and hype (2020)
Jun: J. Lahiri, The namesake (2003)
Jul: C. Isherwood, A single man (1964)
Aug: J. Gardam, Old Filth (2004)
Sep: D. Simmons, Hyperion (1989)
Oct: M. Renault, Fire from Heaven (1969)
Nov: K. Miller, Augustown (2016)
Dec: C. Brenchley, Dust up at the crater school (2021)

Bibliography, December 2022

BOTM: C. Brenchley, Dust up at the crater school (2021)

S. Barry, The Secret Scripture (2008)
A. Beam, The rise, fall and curious afterlife of the great books (2008)
A. Coglan, Carols from Kings (2016)
A. Kavan, Ice (1967)
V. Moller, The map of knowledge (2019)
W. Morris, The glittering plain (1890)
A. Proctor, The whole picture: the colonial story of the art in our museums (2020)
M. Reisner, Cadillac Desert (2003)
B. Unsworth, Losing Nelson (1999)

It's been a pretty disappointing reading month. Most of these were mediocre, and a number were plain bad. The only two that I would wholeheartedly recommend were the Reisner on water and the second of the marvellous chalet-school-on-Mars series that I loved so much last Christmas that I saved this one for this Christmas. It was, like it's predecessor, my favourite of the month. It was not as good. Some of the plotting needed more work, but still hugely enjoyable. Cadillac Desert could, perhaps should have, beaten it, but it was a little too long, and too unwieldly in the middle. It was, however, fascinating, and very well told in most of the parts. I would be uneasy as an inhabitant of the American West right now.