Books read February

Seven books read, four Terry Pratchett Discworld novels as part of my ongoing quest to reread them all.

Feet of Clay — Terry Pratchett
The third Discworld city watch novel and the first in which the focus is less on the doings of the Watch itself, and more on the broader politics of Ankh-Morpork.

Holy Disorders — Edmund Crispin
Another dry humouristic detective novel by Crispin

Head Hunters — Steven F. Pond
An excellent look at how the classic Herbie Hancock jazz fusion album was created and the context in which it was recorded.

The Secret State — Peter Hennessy
The evolution of the UK’s nuclear policy over the decades and how this influenced the shape of the secret state.

Hogfather, Jingo, The Last Continent — Terry Pratchett
Three more Discworld novels, including the last Rincewind novl.

Books read January

So we start the sixth year of doing these monthly Wot I Done Read Last Month reports. Back in 2008 I started doing them to at least record something about the books I’d read, as I felt guilty about falling behind with my booklog; something which hasn’t been solved yet. Oh well.

In the meantime, I’ve read five books this month, somewhat below par.

Soul Music, Interesting Times — Terry Pratchett
Two Pratchett novels, of which the latter shows the return of Rincewind and the former stars Susan the first time. Decent but not the best of the Discworld series.

Exit Music — Ian Rankin
The last Rebus novel, as he’s finally retiring. Some loose ends are cleaned up, some aren’t. Even more melancholy and sombre than usual.

The Dark Reign of Gothic Rock — Dave Thompson
A decent chronological history of a sometimes deservedly, much maligned genre, that is smart enough to limit itself to a specific period and grouping of bands, the original English gothic bands like Bauhaus, the Cure and the Cult.

Maskerade — Terry Pratchett
Another Discworld novel, starring the Lancre witches. Doing opera this time.

What I did this weekend

a boot full of Westvleteren beer

So this weekend was spent in the beautiful old town of Gent, with a couple of friends, as we went to pick up a supply of what’s supposedly the best beer in the world: Westvleteren 12. The results you can see above.

For those who are not beer geeks, Westvleteren is a socalled Trappist beer: beer brewed by Trappist monks within the monastry itself to pay for the upkeep of the monastry, with any remaining profit going to charitable works. What makes Westvleteren unique amongst the eight existing Trappist breweries is that it’s only sold at the abbey itself and brewed in limited quantities. To get it, you first need to make an appointment a couple of weeks in advance, then show up by car to pick up your two crates of 24 bottles. You can’t choose the beer they’re selling and you have to wait at least two months before you can buy them again.

All of which has imparted a certain mystique to the beer, as most beer geeks, especially those outside Europe, will have had little to no chance to drink it. Personally I quite like both the 12 and the 8 as I sampled them this weekend, sitting in the restaurant across the monastry, but I’m not sure how much its reputation reflects its own intrinsic qualities and how much it has to do with its rarity.

But getting it was a good excuse for a trip to a beautiful city and spent a couple of days boozing in its bars with friends who appreciate good beer. Not to mention that it also gave me the opportunity to visit an old friend for the first time and admire his beautiful, well kept house and perfect family…

Up



Up was actually the last movie Sandra and I saw together in the cinema, back in 2009, for her birthday. Even then this sequence was moving; more so now. What with the barely past Christmas season, I saw parts of it several times in the past few weeks, as various channels broadcast the movie again. Which may be why I was dreaming about Sandra last night. One of those dreams where you know she’s dead, but you accept that she got better for some reason and just do mundane stuff. It’s one of those dreams that you wake up from both happy and sad.