A bit of lighter relief was needed, so I went back to this book, this author who has been a favourite for a long time.
Herovit’s World is shrinking apocalyptically – a paperback writer’s life coming apart over a weekend.
Another difficult book. Not the beautiful, poetic writing, but the subject matter. What it is like to live your life black in the US.
A country and a world where privilege and discrimination is part of the DNA of history: (p83) – “They sent the killer…back to his work, because he was not a killer at all. He was a force of nature, the helpless agent of our worlds physical laws.”
A world where just surviving the day takes its toll: (p90) “This need to be always on guard was an unmeasured expenditure of energy, the slow siphoning of essence.”
The inter-generational effect of one generation over the next: (p92) “And now I measure this fear against the boldness that the masters of the galaxy imparted to their own children…”
The double-think that allows the world to continue despite the injustice that jars against the dream of the country: “p 98) “This is the practised habit of jabbing out one’s eyes and forgetting the work of one’s hands.”
There’s something about this book that spoke to me that I hesitate to write about.
Earth’s ecosystems and civilisations brought to collapse by an event in the solar system. A group of friends/colleagues are halfway prepared, and the story charts their adaptation to the disaster.
It seemed a bit YA to begin with.
A few scenes that seemed a bit like they were plugged in to to create tension or action chasing a particular goal.
Some good atmospheric scenes, especially toward the end.
The doomsday scenarios were very well thought through.
I liked the length of the book – I struggle with sci-fi that seems to feel (or publishers feel) it needs to be 400 hundred pages. This was long enough to build the scene, build the characters, leave you thinking.
Also liked how it kept exposition to a minimum, with respect to the reader, just using hints about what is going to happen next.
Would like to read more of this author.
Printed page doco on how a film doco is made, also part memoir.
The author is clearly passionate about the topics she chooses for her documentaries, and must be extraordinarily brave to chase these stories down in difficult situations and dangerous parts of the world.
Candid view of how this topic – Australia’s treatment of Asylum seekers – had an emotional impact on her and the rest of the film-making crew.
In some instances, such as handling of passports and visa, Australia seems to be operating in the same way as those countries the asylum seekers have been trying to escape.
Great book, but I will be letting it back into the wild in the hope that others read this copy.
Generally I don’t review books I’m not keen on. I usually stop reading, and move to another book.
This one (strangely for a book about time) I seemed to be getting through at such a rate, I felt I might as well continue. There must be something that would pull it all together.
There’s a lot of empty space. Short chapters leaving almost full empty pages. Section Breaks that require a title on recto page and then another blank page on following verso.
On second thoughts, they’re not really long enough to be chapters…numbered fragments maybe.
And the section breaks don’t mean much (not like Mr Wigg where it really made you stop and think).
The characters are thin, stereotypical.
Never really explained is the crime of the main protagonist. Why is it so evil, and who is inflicting the punishment. Him upstairs?
All in all, left me wishing I had not bothered. A few nice ideas stretched to breaking point.
It might have made a nice short story.
An engaging set of essays, mostly on aspects of consciousness. How we perceive time to pass. Memory. Creativity. Feelings of disorder.
Good use of footnotes to keep the flow going, but allowing the reader to delve a little deeper if they wish. Full of good examples.
Clear, fun writing.
It showed Sacks to be full of curiosity, prolific, a man who had an idea of who he wanted to be, and knew what inspired him, from an early age. A man who kept notebooks to record his thoughts. This book even published, on his instruction, after his death. A little bit inspiring.