Books read February

Still not up to speed, due to external factors like work and S.’s stay in hospital. Lots of science fiction read this month.

Altered Carbon — Richard Morgan
Morgan’s first novel, a Chandleresque science fiction thriller.

Good Omens — Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman
The Apocalypse was never so funny. Reread for the umpteenth time and still funny.

Tiger Force — Michael Sallah & Mitch Weiss
Proof that US joualists could still do investigative reporting, this is the book version of a series of articles the authors had originally written for the Toledo Blade about the specialised recon unit Tiger Force went on a rampage through Vietnam.

The Quiet War — Paul J. McAuley
McAuley’s first proper science fiction novel in years, as good or better than any of his classic works.

Black Man — Richard Morgan
Another Morgan s.f. detective novel set in a future which though only written in 2006 already feels outdated.

The other Log of Phileas Fogg — Philip José Farmer
The real story behind Jule Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days.

Nice Hat

Me in a Nice Hat

Thought y’all might like a picture of me with the Christmas gift I like the most: the shiny new Nice Hat S. gave me. Wearing it while walking through town makes me feel badass — until I trip over my own shoelaces. Again.

With the weather turning from snow to rain and back in the last two months it’s also been very handy in the not getting me wet area. No need for one of those big fuckoff umbrellas two miles in diameter that block every other fucker’s view, not to mention poke their eyes out…

Soup Kitchen

Is one of those quirky hipster Amsterdam restaurants, barely half a stop out of Centraal Station, just follow the five or one, specialising in, well, soup. Nice soup, judging from the way S, is slurping it down at the moment. But really, why should I bring soup halfway through town to her when the hospital is supposed to provide food for her, tailored to her exact requirements?

Because it’s crap. Bad enough the visitors restaurant believes reheating microwave precooked meals is the only way to cook and can be sold at prices more expensive than if you had the same meal properly cooked in a proper restaurant. But infinitely worse the food for the patients, as I’ve now experienced both first and secondhand. Three meals a day: breakfast at eight, supper at twelve and dinner at five, with the one hot meal of the day for some stupid reason in the middle of the day, perpetuating an obsolete Dutch custom long since abandoned by anybody sensible.

Supposedly you’re able to chose what you want for any of the meals, but a) the choices are limited and b) you’re lucky to get what you ordered one time out of five. With breakfast and dinner, the choice is between various kinds of dry sliced breads, your choice of cheese (sweaty anyway you slice it) and/or cold mystery meats (dry again) and/or those little cups of hotel jam/hagelslag/butter, perhaps with some form of soup (if you like the one on offer) or snack (usually deepfried, often egg based). With supper, it’s a choice of boiled or mashed potato or variants on it, with some kind of meat (veal is a favourite, or the Dutch equivalent of chicken kiev), gravy and one of three or four kinds of vegetables. Some form of dessert is also on offer. Theoretically there are also vegetarian and restricted diet versions of the menu on offer as well, but we haven’t seen those yet.

And if there’s anything S. needs it’s a restricted diet. She can’t eat eggs, artificial butter, cheese, deep fried stuff, too much fat or protein, certain vegetables and certainly no grapefruit (apparantly a deadly fruit for kidney transplant patients) and yet she keeps getting offered these fat laden, protein rich deep fried foods she can’t eat. it’s as if there’s a fundamental disconnect between the medical care and the food services, with no thought given to integrate the patient’s dietary restrictions into their meal plans.

Which I suspect is a consequence of the hospital having outsourced the food supply. I’m not even sure it’s made on the premises, but whereever it’s made, by the time it gets to you all the hot food is stone cold and the cold food is all lukewarm or melted, if you’re lucky enough to get ice cream (too fat). It all resembles the worst kind of school dinner service, before Jamie Oliver gets to it, lowest common denominator food purely chosen for cost rather than health reasons.

Worse, the portions are too small.

Shit day

Yesterday was not good. Big things KI can deal with, like S. back in the hospital with a raging infection and a lot of pain and the prospect of staying there the whole of February, perhaps longer. You focus on the practical and don’t try to think about it too much in the small hours of the night, though that was a bit difficult last Thursday when they rang about the emergency operation. It’s the little things that fuck me up, like finding out I lost a work entry card on the train, coming back home to find a fuse on an external drive had shorted the electrics and other minor aggrievations like that. Things that can drive me into a cold rage at the best of times, but especially now.

So fuck it.









Books read January

My brain was still mostly mush for much of the month, due to the infection of my operation scar. I’d hoped for a nice recovery with lots of book reading, but even daytime television was a bit of a stretch… Few books read in other words, and even fewer was it not for rereading a slew of Pratchetts.

Jingo, The Fifth Elephant, Guards, Guards! and Men at Arms — Terry Pratchett.
I started rereading Jingo for its antiwar message, which at the time seemed over the top but which events have proved right, then wanted to read more of the City Guards subseries. A comfort read.

Mesopotamia: the Invention of the City — Gwendolyn Leick
A very interesting history of some of the oldest cities in the world, ten chapters depicting ten cities, in chronological order from Eridu to Babylon. The oldest were as far away in time from the Roman Empire at its height as it is from us.

The Trojans and their Neighbours — Trevor Bryce
A slim book looking like it should be used in some dull IT course, rather than as a history book. Never judge a book by its cover though, this is a great account of the ancient city we’ve named Troy, what we know of its true history, its association with Homer’s stories and the evidence for this link. It also examines the city’s history beyond the Trojan War.

Transition — Iain Banks
A proper science fiction novel under Bank’s lit-fic pseudonym.

History of the First World War — B. H. Liddel Hart
Originally written in 1929 and extended in 1934, this is the seventies reissue of this classic work of military history. Liddel Hart has his axes to grind and his history is written to showcase the lessons he wants the reader to learn from the war. Interesting but difficult to read and certainly not to be used as the history of WWI.