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Zero, and all that

I’m reading Zero: Biography of a Dangerous Idea at the moment. It’s spinning my head a little bit, and I have to admit that I am skipping the serious maths bits. But it is enjoyable, and it is truly bizarre to think about the consequences of zero and infinity in maths, physics, and… everything else…. I should finish it tonight; I’ll write more about it once my brain recovers.

Kit Marlowe

I’ve just finished reading a book I picked up in Cambridge called The Reckoning: The Murder of Christopher Marlowe. I’ve always loved Kit Marlowe and the stories and conspiracies around him; one of the best college plays I ever saw was a take on his Faust, done with 1930s clothes and a very dark theme song (the Garbage song from Romeo and Juliet done only with sax and bass).

Anyway, this is Charles Nicholl’s attempt to find as much as information as he can about the people who were actually present at Marlowe’s death (Frizer, Skeres and Poley), their various connections and dealings iin life, and make some sense of them. He’s also found as much information as he can about Marlowe and his possible/probable spying efforts.

There is a lot of information gathered here. Some of it at least may have been more suited to a book on spies in Elizabethan times, which I still would have read anyway, although I can see the point of including most of it here – good background, shows just what sort of people were involved, and lends weight to Nicholl’s idea that it wasnt just a drunken brawl over the bill that left Marlowe with a dagger in his eye.

I’m not entirely convinced by Nicholl’s final ideas, which is that Marlowe was being set up in order to discredit Walter Raleigh (who was indeed jailed for treason about a decade later – Marlowe was killed in 1593). Marlowe’s connections to Raleigh seemed a bit tenuous, and even more so did the reasons for wanting to bring Raleigh down. Maybe I am too straight-forward a thinker that I can’t get my head around the convolutions that seemed to be involved in Elizabethan politics (and probably are today, in the murkier side of things).

I enjoyed it as a book. It’s easy to read, although I got lost a few times trying to keep up with who was who and how they were connected, although Nicholls does a fair job of keeping the reader up to speed with little reminders about info that has come before, which was most welcome. As I said, not entirely convinced that Raleigh was ultimately the reason for his death, but I am definitely willing to believe that there was some dastardly conspiracy behind it all.

On a related note, the last board you read as go out of the Globe in London is about the whole Shakespeare and authorship issue. Marlowe is, of course, mentioned… and there are leaflets for the Marlowe Society next to the board. I love that.

Bridge to Terabithia

They’re making a movie of it! Amazing. Another of the books that I grabbed from school the other day, which I haven’t read in a long while – I definitely read it in primary school, and I can’t remember if I’ve read it since. Anyway, I’ll have to read it again before I see the movie, I think. From the trailer, it looks very different from what I remember about the book – I thought the imaginary stuff was just that, imaginary – but the movie seems like it will make those things ‘real’.

What I really wonder is how they will deal with the ending. I know some kids’ movies don’t shy away from tragedy, but that far? It will be interesting to see.

Ivanhoe

I am in the middle of Ivanhoe, the TV show. I thought it was much older than it is – it was made in 1997! And there was me thinking there were parts that looked like Monty Python’s Holy Grail! Oops.

I am definitely enjoying it… I got Scott’s book at a second hand book sale ages ago, but haven’t got around to reading it yet. Of course. The romantic entanglements have me very confused about exactly how it will all be resolved in the end. Well, one of them is dead, so I guess that helps… .

Isobelle Carmody

I’ve never read any Carmody except The Gathering, which I didn’t really like. I got Obernewtyn from school, and read it… in a day or so. I called my friend Krick, who has been bugging me to read them since, oh, college. She has also been complaining about the last not having been written, but I forgot that part when I started reading them. Anyway, she has given me the next three, and I am a third of the way through the fourth. I am, obviously, loving it. I had never realised it was post-apocalyptic; if I had, I would have read them long ago.

Then again, since the fifth – and God willing, final – was rumoured to be coming out the end of this year and Penguin now tells me (through Readers Feast) that it will be out in July ’07, there is less time for me to pull my hair out waiting.

Hanging out for this and Garth Nix may be the death of me.

Richard Pipes

I’ve just finished his Concise History of the Russian Revolution, preparing for next year. The book as a whole is fascinating, and glaringly showed up my lack of knowledge, but the end in particular is interesting, for its ruminations – and, to some extent, attack – on historians and thinkings about history. He says that historians should not be passionless in dealing with their subject, that we should not always be scientific in our thinking about historical events.

He says a lot of other things, but right now I have to both make a cassata and get busy with my reports, so I am going to leave this half-thought-out and do those… because my brain really isn’t on theoretical things at the moment.

Books up for grabs

We’re having a minor clean-out, and these are the books I’ve decided I can bear to part with!

Fantasy/scifi:
Till we have Faces, by CS Lewis
House Atreides, by Brian Herbert
Ash: A Secret History, by Mary Gentle
The Misplaced Legion, by Harry Turtledove
The Skystone, by Jack Whyte
Run to the Stars, by Michael Scott Rohan
The Galactic Milieu trilogy – Jack the Bodiless, Diamond Mask, and Magnificat – by Julian May
Hal Spacejock, by Simon Haynes
Time Storm, by Gordon R Dickson
The Deep Range, by Arthur C Clarke
The Deepest Sea, by Charles Barnitz
Titan, by Stephen Baxter
Seventh Son, by Orson Scott Card
ThiGMOO, by Eugene Byrne
Eragon, by Christopher Paolini
Labyrinth, by Kate Mosse

“Literature”
Three Jacobean Tragedies
Unnatural Fire, by Fidelis Morgan
Le Morte D’Arthur, by Malory (translated)
Box, by Penelope Todd
The Lost German Slave Girl, by John Bailey
Year of Wonders, by Geraldine Brooks
The Lost King of France, by Deborah Cadbury

Other (mostly action/adventure)
Wings of the Storm, by Susan Sizemore (!)
The Guns of Navarone, by Alistair MacLean
Ice Station, by Matthew Reilly
I, Claudia, by Marilyn Todd
The Little Lady Agency, by Hester Browne
Atlantis Found, by Clive Cussler
Warriors of the Dragon Gold, by Ray Bryant
True Polar Adventures, by Paul Downswell
The Summer of my Greek Taverna, by Tom Stone
Rule No5: No Sex on the Bus, by Brian Thacker

There’s also some old travel mags. Interested in any of them? Let me know! In the comments, or alex@ the url of the site.

Wildwood Dancing

I started this… Monday I think. Read more last night. Took it to school because we had a lesson in the library: read a bit before school, then in the library period, then a little at recess, then a bit at lunch, then a little in my one period off… and then I had to finish it before I came home, because I couldn’t bear to think of it sitting there unfinished.

I haven’t felt like that about a book in a while. It was fantastic. I’ll do a better review of it sometime soon… I’ll be writing a review for both VATE and ASif!

Fagles

I had no idea that Robert Fagles was still alive, let alone that he was working on The Aeneid. Must admit that I prefer the Lattimore translation of The Iliad – I have to get hold of his Odyssey, and I must write about my re-visiting of Troy sometime soon too. Anyway, with a new – and apparently fantastic – translation, maybe it’s time I revisited Aeneid… I didn’t like it at uni, thinking it far inferior to Homer, but maybe it was a bad translation. Plus I was influenced of course by all those contemptuous ideas that he was simply Augustus’ lapdog (the ideas aren’t contemptuous, they express contempt…).

Thud!

Lashed out last night – bought U2 by U2, and Thud! by Pratchett, since it is at last in paperback. Am reading it at the moment instead of Catch 22, which I am meant to be (re-)reading for a kid at school.

I am particularly, and peculiarly, taken with one of the poems at the start of Thud!. I know it’s there for context etc etc… anyway, I’m not going to justify it, I’ll just copy it out:

Him who mountain crush him no
Him who sun him stop no
Him who hammer him break him no
Him who fire him fear him no
Him who raise him head above him heart
Him diamond

I just like it.