Sunday - July 16, 2006
Done with Freakonomics, on to Collapse.
I have become a squirrel of time, twitchy paws
clutching books in the minutes between meetings, hoarding paragraphs for the
winter.
Many would classify Freakonomics in the same brilliant pop soft science as The Tipping Point. I like its questions. I am uncomfortable with the answers. When I was a child, my faith in books was absolute. If it had passed through a printing press, it was true. Now I am almost content with questions. I do not need to have the answers circumscribed and turgid with unassailability.
Jared Diamond, though, is a tower ringed with a moat and defended by a flight of dragons (who in their spare time drink tea and compose letters). Guns, Germs and Steel provides the most sweetly reasonable (and practically unassailable) explanation why - to stretch the argument a bit - the too old-ugly-white-guy and too young-somewhat pretty-Filipina pairing is a heckuva lot more common than the old-ugly-Filipino and young-somewhat pretty-white-girl version. Why did waves of colonization move from West to East?
Collapse, my new Diamond book, is hard to read. It makes me twitchy. More concretely, I now turn off the water whilst I brush my teeth, because of Easter Island, the Anasazi, and bits of Montana. If we can choose to fail or succeed as a society, I for one will not want to be the freak who used too much water to clean her teeth, not to mention her fountain pens, and did her share in the collapse of civilization.
In the reading queue are:
The House of Storms by Ian McLeod, set in the same eerie-beautiful industrial-magical Victorian England as The Light Ages.
Living Next Door to the God of Love by Justina Robson, whom the Guardian says is "One of the very best of the new British SF writers." Those are mighty big shoes, ma'am.
Good reading, everyone.
Many would classify Freakonomics in the same brilliant pop soft science as The Tipping Point. I like its questions. I am uncomfortable with the answers. When I was a child, my faith in books was absolute. If it had passed through a printing press, it was true. Now I am almost content with questions. I do not need to have the answers circumscribed and turgid with unassailability.
Jared Diamond, though, is a tower ringed with a moat and defended by a flight of dragons (who in their spare time drink tea and compose letters). Guns, Germs and Steel provides the most sweetly reasonable (and practically unassailable) explanation why - to stretch the argument a bit - the too old-ugly-white-guy and too young-somewhat pretty-Filipina pairing is a heckuva lot more common than the old-ugly-Filipino and young-somewhat pretty-white-girl version. Why did waves of colonization move from West to East?
Collapse, my new Diamond book, is hard to read. It makes me twitchy. More concretely, I now turn off the water whilst I brush my teeth, because of Easter Island, the Anasazi, and bits of Montana. If we can choose to fail or succeed as a society, I for one will not want to be the freak who used too much water to clean her teeth, not to mention her fountain pens, and did her share in the collapse of civilization.
In the reading queue are:
The House of Storms by Ian McLeod, set in the same eerie-beautiful industrial-magical Victorian England as The Light Ages.
Living Next Door to the God of Love by Justina Robson, whom the Guardian says is "One of the very best of the new British SF writers." Those are mighty big shoes, ma'am.
Good reading, everyone.