47. The Scotch by John Kenneth Galbraith

Before I read this book, John Kenneth Galbraith was really just a name that I knew was associated with politics in the 50s and 60s.  After having finished this book, I read his wikipedia page and have since learned that he was a towering figure in post-WWII American economics and politics (and during WWII as he is credited with managing price controls and maintaining reasonable inflation during the massive war production boom).  He seemed like a very smart guy who also held on to his values and ideals right to the end of his life.  And most importantly, Canadian!

The Scotch is probably best considered as a minor appendix to his life's work.  It is, though, a very well-written and even fun appendix and especially interesting to me.  I guess I am slowly continuing my studies into the region east of Windsor which is more and more becoming an area I'd love to visit.  I don't think it is all that exciting, but there are lots of long agricultural roads which hide quiet but important chunks of Canadian history.  Oddly, the only other book I have read is The Narrative of Fugitive Slaves, many of which take place not far from the area where Galbraith grew up and yet the only mention of diversity in his book is the English! 

The Scotch is basically Galbraith's ode to his childhood and in particular to the Scottish immigrants who moved to the north shore of Lake Erie near the end of the 19th century and took up farming.  The book is structured in very light and brief chapters, almost like an anthrophological monologue.  He doesn't take himself very seriously and there is no real research.  Most of the knowledge is drawn from his own upbringing.  The descriptions of the land, which he admits is somewhat dull, are still evocative, especially the seasons.  He is an excellent writer, with short, readable sentences that are still often somewhat complex and rich in construction.

He goes through the farming, the social relations, their culture, religion and approaches to education.  The penultimate chapter is particularly funny as he basically rips apart the principal of the high school he went to.  It sounds like the guy thoroughly deserved it as he was ignorant and mean and even worse particularly biased against the country students versus the ones who live in town.

This was a very enjoyable read and gives one an insight into some of the roots of today's Canadian culture, both political and social, with some tiny snippets of actual history, such as the brief period when the United Farmers of Ontario were in power in Ontario.   

 

46. Death is a Lonely Business by Ray Bradbury

This was a total stinker.  I hate to come out swinging like this, but I just went on the internet to see a bunch of people calling this noir and in the style of Hammet, Chandler, etc.  Holy fuck are people really that stupid and uncritical?!  Now to be fair, this book may stand on its own merits (though sure as hell not for me), but it is not in the style of those masters at all.  It's all endless sentences, excessive sentences and that weird 80s style poetry writing.  I guess the story is sort of noir-ish, but it's really hard to tell under the cloying layers of verbiage.   I feel bad being so critical because I have a lot of respect for Bradbury and was a big fan of his work back in high school. Maybe I should go back and read some of his earlier stuff to see if his style was always like this and I just didn't recognize it back then.  I sure hope not.

I guess this is supposed to be sort of autobiographical, about Bradbury's early days before he got The Martian Chronicles published.  The protagonist is a young man living in Venice, struggling to write and missing his love who is traveling in Mexico.  This Los Angeles, though, is one of melancholy, decay and despair (jebus, it's contagious).  He hangs around the sad old people of Hollywood past, watches as the amusement park slides off the pier into the ocean.  Slowly, various characters he meets are being killed off, though it takes forever for us to figure this out as it is page after page of him going to some place or visiting some person with tons of extra metaphors and allusions stretching them out.  I had to put the book down halfway through and almost gave up.  I picked it up a year later and just forced myself to finish it.

He's Ray Bradbury and a great writer so some of the metaphors hit but that's like saying Mr. Creosote had a delicious flavour of desert at a few points during his meal. How can you even tell?  This entire book if written by Hammet would have been maybe 80 pages. I'm glad it's over.

What's weird is everywhere it says this book was published in 1985 but mine says 1999.   

45. All the Sinners Bleed by S.A. Cosby

First of all, if you are into contemporary crime fiction, S.A. Cosby is one of the best right now.  This is the third of his 4 books that I have read and they have all been excellent.  I had some personal issues with the second half of the story that I'll get into later, so it brought it down somewhat from the heights I was holding it in the first half.  But wow there are straight up moments of reading joy here where I was reminded why I love reading and why I love this very masculine genre of tough guys fighting against evil.  The hype is real with Cosby.  It's a bummer that he is one of the few Black writers in the crime genre, but he's there and he is kicking fucking ass.

The story here takes place in semi-fictional (actually purely fictional but I'm guessing much of it is pretty accurate) Charon County, Virginia.  The protagonist is Titus Crown, the first Black sheriff in the county.  Ex-football star who made it out to University and then a solid gig with the FBI who returned to his hometown ostensibly to look after his aging father but really to lick the psychic wounds of a white nationalist terrorist showdown that went bad.  Already the set up is rife for drama, with a history and structure of racism and a suggestion of evil in the soil that is almost supernatural (reminiscent of Stephen King's It here), Crown's job is already tough.  He is holding it down and good at it until a disturbed young man shoots a favourite teacher during school hours and then gets himself killed by Crown's deputies on the way out.

The kid was Black (and son to one of Crown's close friends and old high school football buddy) and the teacher loved by generations of townsfolk.  At first the shooting of the kid is lauded by many of the white townsfolk while the Black and white progressive contingency, led by a young, hip preacher, consider it another unjustified murder of a Black man.  Crown is of course in the crosshairs.  Of course as I'm sure you suspected, the teacher was perhaps not as good as we thought and we are off and running into an intricate investigation both into the teacher himself and his behaviours and the dark heart of Charon county.  This part was an absolute joy to read.  Cosby is skilled at both the police stuff but also the human stuff and the complex racial element (though not ethically complex at all; which is the stance we all should be taking) makes for a rich mix of reading pleasure.  There are a couple moments where we get a bit too blatant moralizing and some telling and not showing right at the beginning, but they are quickly swept away by the much deeper and more human telling in the rest of the book.  Crown is awesome, he has issues but he doesn't fuck around and he is a total badass when challenged.  Just a great hero for our time.

[SPOILERS BELOW; though not a huge one nor in detail.] 

 

 

As I mentioned above, while the rest of the book was great (I basically read it in 36 hours), the ending lost a bit of steam for me.  Ultimately, there is a serial killer and that as a concept for crime books is just not interesting to me.  It's been played out, the idea of the elite killer who is totally nuts but also a bit of a mastermind and it is only his arrogance that allows the cop to find him.  There are only so many ways we can show their inventive deaths.  Cosby does manage to add a racial element, which does give depth and make it fit with the overall theme of a country and county still fighting the evils of the Confederacy, but it wasn't enough to keep me as riveted in the first half.

As I was reading this, I was thinking this has to be a TV series or movie and it already is in production with some good names behind it.  I will definitely watch this and I'm hoping Cosby will be getting the big bucks he deserves.

44. The Warden by Anthony Trollope

Trollope was deep on the bench until a convo on a gaming discord convinced me to read The Warden.  It's one of his shortest books (possibly his shortest) and is the first book of the Chronicles of Barsetshire (of which I've regrettably already read the second and best known, Barchester Towers).  I say regrettably because now I wish I had started with The Warden and read it in order.  Turns out the major characters in the second one are introduced and feature heavily in this first one.

The Warden is about Mr. Harding, a gentle old man who is the preceptor and warden, meaning he is responsible for church services and for administering a small "hospital" which had been set up generations before by a medieval wool merchant for retired bachelor wool pickers to have a place to live and die in relative comfort.  They are known as bedesmen and their duty is to pray but basically they are poor working-class older guys with nobody to take care of them.  Mr. Harding receives a lovely cottage and garden and £800 a year for his work.  He is a super nice old guy and does both his duties at the church and the hospital diligently and with heart.  

However, this is the time of reform against the excess control and power of the Church of England and specifically corruption around these kinds of appointments.  They are big news items in the 1840s and 50s when Trollope was writing.  Mr. Harding's daughter is in love with a Mr. Bold, a nice, well-to-do young doctor with too much time on his hands and an idealistic bent.  He learns that in the original will for the hospital, it was ambiguous how much the warden should keep of the money and how much should be given to the poor bedesmen.  He quite likes Mr. Harding as well (and definitely doesn't want to harm his future father-in-law), but in his youth and fervour starts a lawsuit to expose the supposed exploitation of the legacy.  Meanwhile, Mr. Harding's other older daughter is married to the archdeacon, Dr. Grantly, a traditionalist and strong defender of the church. This sets these two men in conflict, with Mr. Harding in the middle.  It becomes a minor cause celebre, amplified across London by powerful and manipulative editorials in The Jupiter (proxy for the London Times).

At first, I found Trollope's writing a bit less refined and the plot setup to be somewhat simplistic (relatively speaking) and I wasn't super caught up in the story.  It's more polemical than his other books, so he spends a chunk of time parodying Carlyle (a popular essayist at the time), dissing Dickens and really going after the people behind The Times.  These were quite interesting and not unentertaining but were a bit strong and took away from the story for me.  However, as the book continues, Mr. Harding's character both deepens for the reader and solidifies for himself in his outstanding resistance to all the pressures around him. He becomes incredibly lovable and sympathetic.  The hallmark with Trollope is he never forces drama on to the reader and it is on full display here, but you really don't know what the outcome will be and find it difficult to see how it won't be either a brutal tragedy or a sentimental victory.  So you are turning the pages quicker and quicker by the second half.  It's very moving and complex by the end.

This was the Penguin edition I guess for undergrads and had annoying end notes.  Some of them were helpful but many were just distracting and depressing in how badly educated in general young people are (like I don't need a footnote to tell me who William Pitt was or what triste means).  However, the essay at the beginning by Robin Gilmour (which I read at the end) is excellent and provided excellent context on the controversies around church reform and the role of the newspaper, particularly the Times, in this period.  It's really instructive, because much of what Trollope is lamenting is still very much with us today in an even more aggressive and accelerated form with social media and the internet.  The voices of people with strong theoretical opinions on issues are amplified with powerful effects that then impact real lives where the situation is much more complex than these ideologues can understand.  As always, plus ca change...