Once more around the sun

Completed another year on this planet and the best present I could get today would be if Holland was forever excluded from any attempts to host either the Worldcup or the Olympic Games. For some reason best known to themselves the national football association and the lobbying circus surrounding that august organisation have decided we all would love to have the Worldcup come to the Netherlands in 2018 or 2022, a prospect that fills me with about as much horror as the periodic threats of a new Olympic bid for Amsterdam do. Holland is too small for these events, even if we co-host with Belgium. Getting ready for a worldcup means upgrading a lot of stadiums to capacities they will never ever use again, saddling the responsible clubs (or more like, their respective city councils) with an expensive white elephant. Economically most of the big money would be earned by FIFA and drained away abroad (untaxed of course), the big sponsors would demand exclusivity and local firms would notice little or nothing of the games. The big carrot hold in front of us is tourism, but we’ve got those coming out of our ears anyway and it’s a well known fact that big sporting events like this chase away as many tourists as they lure, as South Africa saw this year and Beijing did in 2008. Hosting a Worldcup or Olympic Games would cost a lot of money for dubious gains and what’s worse, the costs would be borne by society as a whole, through public investment while the gains would be limited to a few big businesses. A perfect microcosm of contemporary capitalism perhaps, but not in my backyard.

On a more personal level, being thirtysix today feels no different from being thirtyfive and 364 days yesterday and what with all the stuff we’ve had to deal with this year I’m not feeling particularly birthday like. Not depressed either, just not finding it that important — much more important was that S. could finally come outside for five minutes today for her first fag in weeks, having caught a case of chicken pox on top of everything else and having had to stay in quarantaine until today. The doctors are now optimistic about the possibility of quickly scheduling her hopefully last operation, which would “clean up” some of the issues the kidney transplant left behind, help lower risks of infection and yank up her resistance a bit without endangering the donor kidney. She may actually be free of the hospital this year — a far better present than physical gift, but don’t let that stop you…

Metal Monday: crossing the T

From feast to famine… Too many bands starting with an “S” to feature them all, but when it comes to “T” it’s another cup of it altogether. Two possibilites, Testament and Therapy?, though undoubtly fine bands both I’ve never really gotten into, even if they’re probably the best known metal bands of the lot. There’s also Thin Lizzy, though I’m not sure I would classify that as hard rock, let alone heavy metal, as the BNR Metal pages have done. Still it gives me an excuse to feature one of my favourite sing along to the stereo turned up to eleven songs:



Moving on to a slightly more embarassing band to like: NWOBHM influenced hair band Twisted Sister:



Brainiac begs to differ — You can stop rock ‘n roll — with a caravan!



After that particular brand of naffness, let’s go for something a bit darker. We all thought we were oh so edgy for liking Type O Negative, not just for its anti-Christianity and slight aura of e-ville but also because they supposedly broke the ultimate taboo of using nazi symbols….



Christian Woman:



And in remembrance of lead singer Peter Steele, who died this april — Everything Dies:



The Battle of Kursk – David M. Glantz & Jonathan M. House

The Battle of Kursk


The Battle of Kursk
David M. Glantz & Jonathan M. House
472 pages including index and notes
published in 1999

Kursk is a name most people probably only know from that Russian submarine that sank some years ago. Much fewer people know what that submarine was named after: one of the bloodiest and most important battles of World War II. The Battle of Kursk was fought in 1943, the largest tank battle of the war and was the last battle in which the Germans had the strategic initiative. After Kursk it was the Russians who held the upper hand and the Germans who had to defend. What’s more it was the first battle in which the Russian forces managed to stop the German blitzkrieg
It’s also a battle loved by war nerds, as it got the German panzer army at its peak taking on endless waves of Russian T-34s and Su-76s on the endless steppes and is so much more interesting than the infantry slog of Stalingrad…

However much of what we used to know about Kursk has come from German sources, as Soviet archives have only come available since the end of the USSR. So it has always been about the heroic deeds of the panzer commanders against the endless Slavic hordes so to speak. The emphasis has largely been on the Germans plans for the battle, on what went wrong for them and especially in the memoirs of those particpated, how it was not their fault that the battle was lost but Hitler’s. The Battle of Kursk is one of the first books on the battle to make full use of Soviet archives as well as German ones, giving a much more complete picture of the battle.

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Dust in the Wind



Caught this on one of the five thousand or so interchangable music channels our cable company thinks we need. So rare to find a Dutch language song that’s actually interesting and good enough to show the world. Most Dutch artists either go for local succes or pastiche rock.

Gr’unn!

cover of Gromnibus

A can’t miss bargain to be had at De Slegte in Amsterdam right now: copies of Gr’omnibus, a treasure trove of sequential art from Groningen, the Athens of the North; an invaluable treasure now yours for only two euro fifty! Why you should bother? Because you get to sample some 40 odd (some very odd) Dutch (as well as the occasional furreign) cartoon talents, culled from the pages of one of the most consistent of Dutch underground comix zines, G’runn.

Most foreigners might be forgiven for believing there’s not much more to the Netherlands than Amsterdam, Den Haag and perhaps some pittoresque village like (ugh) Volendam, with Zeeland thrown in for free for our German friends who tend to encamp on the beaches there each summer in a more benign re-enactment of the Maydays of 1940, but there are other interesting cities in the rest of the Netherlands as well, even up North. Groningen (Gr’unn in the local dialect) is one of them, a university town big enough not to be overwhelmed by it with a decent local art scene and nightlife, a city in which over the years a thriving alt-comix scene has been established.

In 1996 a few of them started Gr’unn, which since then has published a lot of up and coming cartoonists. People like Barbara Stok, Mark Hendriks, Amoebe, the Lamelos collective, Marcel Ruijters, Reinder Dijkhuis, Berend Vonk, all had strips in Gr’unn. And as such it helped establish, together with Zone 5300 and more amateur zines like Impuls or Iris, the first generation of cartoonists neither interested in going the traditional comics route of magazines or newspapers, nor in consciously rebelling against this, but who just went their own way.

Any anthology of a comix zine celebrating its ten years anniversary will always be uneven and of course Gr’omnibus is this as well. Some of the cartoonists are better or more interesting than others, while there’s a huge mix of styles and subjects represented as well. But there is common ground as well. Autobiographical or fantasy, stick figures or obsessive crosshatching, what most of the stories and artists present have in common is a prediliction for the light ironic and the cynical, short gag stories but with a twist of bitterness and not too much emotional investment. It’s a style of writing I quite like, though it can be a bit wearing in large doses. No real masterpieces here, but still more gems than dross and no real bad stories either.

So if you’re in Amsterdam and you want a cheap way to sample a huge chunk of the contemporary Dutch comix scene, go get Gr’omnibus from de Slegte. It’s in the middle of Kalverstraat so even tourists should be able to find it.