Sunday, September 24, 2017

Neal Stephenson, Reamde

I'm still working on Cryptonomicon, which is about 900 pages long. I'm enjoying it quite a bit, though, and it's perhaps the best book I've read all summer.

I mention it since I just saw Reamde while out to Barnes and Noble just now. I hadn't seen it before, but it looks like another great book.

At Amazon, Neal Stephenson, Reamde: A Novel.



Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master's Son

It's a novel of North Korea, and certainly relevant.

At Amazon, Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master's Son: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction).




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At Amazon, Today's Deals.

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BONUS: Jesmyn Ward, ed., The Fire This Time: A New Generation Speaks about Race.

Jennifer Delacruz's Happy Fall Wishes

And she's got a segment last night on Puerto Rico's failing damn. Watch, "Thousands evacuated near failing dam in Puerto Rico."


PREVIOUSLY: "Jennifer Delacruz's Warming Weather Forecast."

Jennifer Delacruz's Warming Weather Forecast

It's beautiful fall weather. Really crisp and clear out today in Irvine.

Here's the lovely Ms. Jennifer, for ABC News 10 San Diego:



Theo's Pic Dump

Always nice viewing.

At Theo's, "Pic Dump..."

President Trump's Righteous Outrage at NFL 'Kneelers'

On Twitter:


Michelle Malkin Blasts NFL 'Kneelers' (VIDEO)

Following-up, "Judge Jeanine Slams Roger Goodell and Millionaire NFL Players Taking a Knew Against Our Country (VIDEO)."

Here's Michelle from the show:



Ana de Armas for Vogue Magazine Spain October 2017

She'll star in "Blade Runner 2049."

And at Vogue Spain, via Egotastic!, "Ana De Armas Sexy for Vogue Magazine Spain October 2017."



Justine Nicolas for Lui Magzine

She's wonderful.

See, "SUBLIME JUSTINE."

Also, "The Liaison Fatale Collection with Model Justine Nicolas."

Alejandra Guilmant for Treats! Magazine

She's amazing.

See, "Mexican Seductress Alejandra Guilmant Topless for Treats! Magazine."

Judge Jeanine Slams Roger Goodell and Millionaire NFL Players Taking a Knew Against Our Country (VIDEO)

This is the big story today.

I'm not watching NFL football. I'll boycott the fuckers. Too many Americans have paid the ultimate price for the right of these idiots to disrespect the flag. It's their right to kneel. And it's my right not to watch.

I'll have more, but tune in for this entire opening statement from Judge Jeanine. Rarely is she more pissed off. I love her. And I love President Trump:



Saturday, September 23, 2017

Far-Left David Remnick Slams President Trump for 'Racial Demagoguery' After NFL Comments

Who cares?

Who seriously even cares what idiot left-wing coastal elites like David Remnick have to say. He's the guy who completely lost it on election night last year, "David Remnick: 'An American Tragedy'," and so his screed tonight is just more fodder for leftist haters.

It's a Memeorandum, linking Remnick at the New Yorker, "The Racial Demagoguery of Trump's Assaults on Colin Kaepernick and Steph Curry."

Actually, it's not "racial demagoguery" --- at all. The truth is far-left athletes are out of touch with the people who support them, and the president's giving the rock-ribbed patriotic masses their voice. Stupid media hacks like Remnick and so many other don't speak for the regular folks who want politics out of sports. No, it's no surprise both attendance and ratings are down for NFL games. When the players hate the fans, expect the fans to say FU.

Also at Twitter, "Trump stokes a bilious disdain for every African-American who dares to protest the injustices of this country."

Yeah, it's a culture war, and the radical left brought it on. Suck it up, Remnick, you disgusting pig.

Nelson DeMille, The Cuban Affair

I've been shying away from espionage thrillers. It's not that I don't like them. I just suppose they're guilty pleasures, and perhaps not as intellectually enriching as the literary fiction I've been reading (to say nothing of the classics). That said, I used to read Robert Ludlum back in the 1980s. Yep, The Bourne Identity, The Holcroft Covenant, The Matarese Circle, and just about all the others. I love that stuff, but I got away from the genre.

Well, I was out browsing books in Costa Mesa during the summer, and a woman asked if I'd read Nelson DeMille. I mentioned it the other day, at my earlier entry, Nelson DeMille, By the Rivers of Babylon. I've been collecting his books in paperback. I still need about four or five and the collection will be complete.

But now here comes his latest in hard-copy.

At Amazon, Nelson DeMille, The Cuban Affair: A Novel.

It looks like a page-turner!

Jennifer Delacruz's Weather Forecast for Saturday

From last night, at ABC 10 San Diego, the lovely Ms. Jennifer:



ICYMI: Ken Follett, A Column of Fire

It's out now.

At Amazon, Ken Follett, A Column of Fire.

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

I think this is the best of all Hemingway books, and I've read most of them.

I read my mom's old hardback copy in 1984. It was so moving, I think it's what convinced me to go back to college. (I'd dropped out for a while. I returned to community college when I was 24. James Jones was also a big influence.)

I haven't seen a copy of this one while out during my used book hunting trips, which is weird. I guess there's not too many old paperback copies in circulation, which seems a shame.

Whatever.

At Amazon, Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls: A Novel.

ICYMI: Lidia Yuknavitch, The Book of Joan

*BUMPED.*

My mom bought me a copy for my birthday.

As always, I've got a couple of other books to wrap up, then I'll start out on this one. I'm looking forward to it. The jacket blurbs are ecstatic.

[I've started it. I'm enjoying it very much, and it's a quick read so far. Definitely worth it for purchase.]

At Amazon, Lidia Yuknavitch, The Book of Joan.



James Jones, The Thin Red Line

A monumental achievement.

He's one of my favorite writers.

At Amazon, James Jones, The Thin Red Line: A Novel.

Democrat Mania for Single Payer

California's leading the push for nationalized, socialized medicine. Bernie Sanders is lending his name to a nationwide effort.

At LAT:


Time's Deep Dive Into the Ever-Shrinking Democrat Party

From Matt Vespa, at Town Hall, "Collapse: Time Magazine's Brutal Deep Dive Into the Ever Shrinking and Regional Democratic Party."

I read the Time piece, a lengthy cover story. It's good.


Demi Rose Jaw-Dropping Bikini Photos

At London's Daily Mail:


Portuguese Model Locas Diego

At Editorials Fashion Trends, "LOCAS DIEGO BY JOSE LUIS CUNHA."

Also, at Elusive, "Locas Diego by Kid Richards: Portuguese Model Captured by Photographer in Lisbon (PHOTOS)."

Sultry Lais Ribeiro Pictorial

At Editorials Fashion Trends, "LAÍS RIBEIRO BY ADAM FRANZINO."

And at Sports Illustrated:


Emily Ratajkowski's Hottest and Most Revealing Moments (VIDEO)

At Sports Illustrated Swimwuit:



BONUS: Emily topless here.

Valerie Plame Apologizes for Tweeting Anti-Semitic Article Blaming Jewish Neocons for America's Wars

I'm not linking directly to the vile Unz Review. You can click through at Memeorandum if you want, "America's Jews Are Driving America's Wars."

No one would have seen this except loads of Jew-hating leftists if it weren't for the idiot Valerie Plame tweeting it. She's apologized now, after taking enormous flak.

At the Daily Caller, "Valerie Plame Wants to Warn You About the Jews."

And at Mediaite, "Ex-CIA Officer Valerie Plame Apologizes for Promoting Article Blaming ‘America’s Jews’ for War."


Friday, September 22, 2017

Novelist Alexandra Fuller Accused of Cultural Appropriation

Of course.

I just shake my damn head sometimes.

Here's her book, Quiet Until the Thaw: A Novel.

It's on my wish list, and then now I see this, accusations of "cultural appropriation," at the New York Times (where else?), "Alexandra Fuller’s Novel of Lakota Culture May Stir the Appropriation Debate":

A white writer, born in Britain, raised in colonial Africa and residing for years in Wyoming, writes a novel about the Oglala Lakota of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. In a prefatory note included with advance copies of the book, she cites a three-month visit she made to Pine Ridge in 2011. “For the first time since coming to the United States in the mid-90s, I neither needed to explain myself nor have this world explained to me,” she says. Being on the reservation felt like an “unexpected homecoming, if home is where your soul can settle in recognition.”

The writer is Alexandra Fuller, and from this jolt of recognition she fashioned “Quiet Until the Thaw,” a novel that dives deep into Lakota culture and history. An author of six books of nonfiction who made her name with a searing memoir of her African childhood, Fuller is here a careful inventor: Many of the events she describes, at least one of her central characters and more than a few snippets of dialogue are rooted in fact. The novel is peppered with Lakota words, not all of them easily translatable, and the story she recounts, of a pair of Oglala boys whose lives on the reservation become fatefully entwined, is an impassioned allegory of the long-suffering Lakota people. More subtly, it’s an awed meditation on the lofty conundrums of time and being, and on the ways oppression seeks to blind us to the fundamental interconnectedness of things. Fuller’s novel is like a delicately calibrated tuning fork, resonating at a cosmic pitch.

That she wrests such sweep from a couple of hundred odd pages is itself a bit awe-inspiring. Like Rick Overlooking Horse, one of the two Oglala boys, who speaks only when necessary — by the time he turns 10, “he had uttered, all told, about enough words to fill a pamphlet from the Rezurrection Ministry outfit based out of Dallas, Tex.” — Fuller is terse. She doesn’t narrate so much as poetically distill, into chapters seldom more than a page and a half long, the beauty, violence, poverty, humiliation and resilience that have marked Lakota existence for several hundred years. In one, a young tribal activist travels to Palestine, where she dines on camel with Yasir Arafat and speaks at an event honoring leaders of indigenous groups. “They can rewrite history, and erase our stories. But what my mind hasn’t been allowed to know, my body has always known,” the activist tells her audience. “I am an undeniable, inconvenient body of knowledge. Read me.” She proceeds to stand before the crowd in silence for 15 minutes.

The punch Fuller’s book packs is visceral, but it wears its righteousness with tact, its tone more consolation than jeremiad. At its heart is a bifurcation. Orphaned at birth, Rick Overlooking Horse and another parentless boy, You Choose Watson, are raised in a tar-paper lean-to by Rick Overlooking Horse’s grandmother, Mina, the local midwife. Although not prone to chattiness herself, Mina is disposed, especially when high on Wahupta, to recount to her young charges tribal myths and battle tales, and to instill in them an appreciation for key Lakota precepts regarding the “eternal nature of everything.” “They say you’ve been here from the very start, and you’ll be here to the very end,” she tells her stupefied grandson. “Like that breath you just took. In the beginning, a dinosaur breathed that breath. Then a tree. Then an ant. Then you, now me.”

Mina’s teachings suggest a vision of politics as enlightened forbearance — since what goes around comes around — and Rick Overlooking Horse, assisted by some Wahupta experimentation of his own, comes to embrace this view. He gets sent to Vietnam, where he survives the casual racism of his fellow G.I.s, along with a friendly-fire napalm bomb that solders his dog tag to his chest and vaporizes the rest of his squad. He returns to the reservation resolved “never to lay so much as the tip of a single finger on the diseased currency of the White Man,” and installs himself in a tepee on a patch of empty land.

You Choose, meanwhile, channels his rage into violence. He feigns diabetes to escape the draft, and wanders north, dabbling in odd jobs and drug dealing before returning to the reservation and getting himself elected chairman of his increasingly restive tribe. Here, the disparity between the two men comes into sharp relief. Rick Overlooking Horse, acquiring a reputation for spiritual wisdom, is sought out by addicts, wounded veterans and the lovesick, while You Choose becomes a figure of terror. Like Richard (Dick) Wilson, the notorious chairman of the Oglala Lakota from 1972 to 1976, whom he closely resembles, You Choose plunders tribal funds, sidelines opponents and surrounds himself with a private militia, the Guardians of the Oglala Nation (GOONs). There are bloody clashes over purity (like Wilson, You Choose is of mixed blood) and over colonization (tribe members whose lifestyles are regarded as too white are referred to as “Colonized Indian Asses,” or C.I.A.). The murder rate surpasses that of New York and Detroit.

The conflict culminates in the novel as it did in life, with the 1973 siege at Wounded Knee, where Rick Overlooking Horse and hundreds of other protesters demand You Choose’s removal as tribal chairman and the resumption of treaty negotiations with the federal government. United States marshals descend, thousands of rounds are fired, and both Rick Overlooking Horse and You Choose end up doing jail time...
Keep reading (FWIW).

Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel

I'm reading all kinds of good stuff, but I still come across the most amazing, fascinating things sometimes.

At Amazon, Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel: A Novel.

It was an icy morning in January 1945 when the patrol came for seventeen-year-old Leo Auberg to deport him to a camp in the Soviet Union. Leo would spend the next five years in a coke processing plant, shoveling coal, lugging bricks, mixing mortar, and battling the relentless calculus of hunger that governed the labor colony: one shovel load of coal is worth one gram of bread.

In The Hunger Angel, Nobel laureate Herta Müller calls upon her unique combination of poetic intensity and dispassionate precision to conjure the distorted world of the labor camp in all its physical and moral absurdity. She has given Leo the language to express the inexpressible, as hunger sharpens his senses into an acuity that is both hallucinatory and profound. In scene after disorienting scene, the most ordinary objects accrue tender poignancy as they acquire new purpose―a gramophone box serves as a suitcase, a handkerchief becomes a talisman, an enormous piece of casing pipe functions as a lovers' trysting place. The heart is reduced to a pump, the breath mechanized to the rhythm of a swinging shovel, and coal, sand, and snow have a will of their own. Hunger becomes an insatiable angel who haunts the camp, but also a bare-knuckled sparring partner, delivering blows that keep Leo feeling the rawest connection to life.

Müller has distilled Leo's struggle into words of breathtaking intensity that take us on a journey far beyond the Gulag and into the depths of one man's soul.

Rams Beat 49ers 41-39, Kindling Excitement in Los Angeles (VIDEO)

Could this be a breakout season for the Rams?

Hey, they're a lot better than last year.

At LAT, "Jared Goff, Todd Gurley lead Rams to a wild 41-39 victory over the 49ers."



Danielle Gersh's Fall Weather Forecast

It's the first day of fall season.

Here's the lovely Ms. Danielle's forecast from last night, for KCAL 9 Los Angeles:



Mexico Earthquake: Scenes of Desolation and Hope (VIDEO)

At LAT, "In Mexico, scenes of desolation and hope as the death toll reaches 274":

Scenes of desolation and rejoicing unspooled Thursday at the sites of buildings crumbled by Mexico’s deadly earthquake, which killed at least 274 people and galvanized heroic efforts to reach those trapped.

But a parallel drama transpired as the government announced that there were no missing children in the ruins of a collapsed school — after the country was transfixed for a night and a day by reports of a 12-year-old girl feebly signaling to rescuers from under the rubble.

Outrage ensued over what many Mexicans believed was a deliberate deception.

On Thursday afternoon, the Mexican navy reported that there was no sign that any child was missing and alive in the rubble of the Enrique Rebsamen school on Mexico City’s south side, where at least 19 children and six adults had died. One more adult might still be trapped in the rubble, navy Undersecretary Angel Enrique Sarmiento said at a news conference.

“All of the children are unfortunately dead,” he said, “or safe at home.”

Mexico’s larger tragedy continued to unfold as rescuers in three states, battling grinding fatigue and mountains of rubble, raced against time, keenly aware of ever-dwindling odds of finding people alive beneath the debris after Tuesday’s magnitude 7.1 temblor.

The overall confirmed fatality count was expected to climb as more bodies were recovered. Rescuers at sites across the sprawling metropolis of Mexico City used search dogs and calls to the cellphones of those trapped to try to pinpoint the location of anyone who had survived two nights under the remains of damaged buildings.

The harrowing rescue effort at the Enrique Rebsamen school had become a social media sensation when news outlets began reporting intensively about the search for a trapped girl thought to be named “Frida Sofia.”

By Thursday afternoon, authorities said that at least one boy or girl was believed to be alive in the wrecked building but that they were not sure of the child’s name. Then the navy’s announcement dashed any remaining hopes for small survivors.

The confusing Frida Sofia saga took another strange turn Thursday night, when a grim-faced Sarmiento went on live television and sought to explain earlier statements by the navy about the girl. He ended up confusing matters even further.

Earlier Thursday, Sarmiento had insisted that the navy never had any knowledge of a girl who was supposedly trapped in the rubble.

In his evening news conference, however, Sarmiento contradicted the earlier statement, conceding that the navy had distributed reports of a girl surviving inside the school “based on technical reports and the testimony of civilian rescue workers and of this institution.” He offered no explanation for the conflicting accounts, but apologized.

“I offer an apology to Mexicans for the information given this afternoon in which I said that the navy did not have any details about a supposed minor survivor in this tragedy,” Sarmiento, dressed in military fatigues, told reporters at an outdoor news conference.

Sarmiento repeated his earlier assertion that it was possible that someone remained alive in the rubble. But Thursday evening he did not rule out the possibility that it was a child. Mexicans and others following the matter were left perplexed.

“Nonetheless,” Sarmiento added, “the Mexican people should know that as long as the minimum possibility exists that there is someone alive, we will keep on looking with the same determination.”

Both he and a colleague, Maj. Jose Luis Vergara, denied any effort to mislead the public...
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