Recently Read, Prose (4/29/13)

books

I’m way behind on keeping track on the books I’ve been reading so far this year, but here’re the ones I remember from the last few weeks. Of particular note are Where’d You Go, Bernadette and Life Itself, both of which I finished this weekend; one a wonderful mystery novel by Maria Semple, the other the late Roger Ebert’s memoir, both were filled with such kindness and humanism that it was both overwhelming and utterly charming, renewing my faith in human nature in a way that I didn’t realize I needed.

(Of the other books, both The Story of The Streets and The End of Men were disappointing in their own ways, and the Star Trek novels were entirely enjoyable in the fun Cold War analog way that they’ve created in recent books. Marvel Comics The Untold Story was an accidental re-read, and Moranthology felt weirdly random and made me think about e-book collections of my writing, again. One day. One… day…)

What A Tangled Web We

webFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

Web development? Workers set up a dust screen on a demolition site in Xi’an, Shaanxi province, where construction sites are required to take measures controlling dust in order to improve air quality. Photograph: Reuters

I love that this looks like something from a Spider-Man story.

Caught by the Fuzz

bearFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

In this rather surreal image a Greenpeace activist convincingly dressed as a polar bear sits in a police car outside Norwegian oil and gas group Statoil’s office in Moscow, after he was detained during a protest against Statoil’s planned drilling in the Arctic. Photograph: Yuri Kadobnov/AFP/Getty Images

I can only hope that some passers-by saw this and were completely convinced that there was a Polar Bear in a police car.

In the Middle of Our Street

£1 houses for sale in StokeFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

A derelict house in the Cobridge area of Stoke-On-Trent, Staffordshire that is being sold by the council for £1, sits next to an occupied house that appears to be well looked after. The derelict homes are being sold by Stoke City Council for the nominal sum and the cost of refurbishing them will initially be met by the council, though the owner will have to pay back that cost over a period of time. Photograph: Rui Vieira/PA

First off, that’s an insane concept (The selling a house for a pound thing). Secondly, that pic is weirdly unsettling to me; it’s as if the house on the left is corrupted or demonic, somehow. It’s an evil house.

Machine Machine I Washed It For You

bionicFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

Patrick Kane from Livingston, Scotland has been fitted with the new Touch Bionics prosthetic hand. The new i-limb ultra revolution has a powered thumb rotation along with multiple grip patterns, which enables users to perform daily activities more easily than with previous prosthesis. Photograph: Jeff J Mitchell/Getty Images

Ladies and gentleman, that guy has a bionic hand. We are living in science fiction.

Dyin’ To See You/I Knock On Your Door

New Zealand Drought BreaksFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

A resident looks down a flooded road in Mount Maunganui, Tauranga, New Zealand. However, New Zealand’s farmers are relieved that a deluge has ended the country’s most widespread drought in 30 years. Photograph: George Novak/AP

A topsy-turvy – but amazingly productive – day, but I admit it; I straight up was so caught up in work that I forgot about doing this until right now, at the end of the day. What can I say? I was flooded. Yes! It’s a visual pun!

Keeps Ticking Over

APTOPIX Police Converge MassFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

Police officers walk near a crime scene in Watertown after a tense night of police activity that left a university officer dead on campus just days after the Boston Marathon bombings. Photograph: Matt Rourke/AP

I spent an hour or so last night, just scanning Twitter trying to get news updates on what was happening in Boston, at MIT, at Watertown. It was terrifying, even at a distance; the idea that all of this was happening in the same week and might be disconnected from each other felt like something terrible was happening, something impossible to understand.

And Deceit Can’t Save You So

burnFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

An effigy of Margaret Thatcher in a ‘coffin’ is burnt together with a sofa and wood as people gather to celebrate the death of Margaret Thatcher in Goldthorpe, northen England. Photograph: Andrew Yates/AFP/Getty Images

We all watch them/We all watch them/We all watch them burn, etc.

I’m still not sure about the whole “celebration” of Thatcher’s death, to be honest. It seems too ghoulish, too gleeful, to me. Maybe I’m just not meant for these times.