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varied books on music

Nov. 26th, 2025 11:37 am
Ian Leslie, John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs (Celadon Books, 2025)

John Lennon and Paul McCartney, of course. The subtitle was almost enough to put me off this book entirely, but I'm glad I read it. It's actually really insightful, and does not gloss over their conflicts, as the subtitle might imply or some reviews have suggested. The emphasis is not on the love but the musical collaboration. (George, Ringo, and George Martin get an occasional look-in.) There's relatively little on the details of the early period when Lennon & McCartney were writing songs together "eyeball to eyeball," perhaps because little is known of exactly how they did it. But after the Beatles stopped touring constantly, so John & Paul were no longer constantly in each other's company, their partnership mutated into each writing his own songs in dialogue with the other's, and this continued even into the nastiness of their early solo years. (Paul zings "Too Many People" at John, John ripostes with the brutal "How Do You Sleep?", Paul writes "Dear Friend" to make peace.) In these sections, Leslie is at his best. I was particularly taken with his analysis of "Tomorrow Never Knows." Lennon wrote this in response to McCartney's "Yesterday" (yesterday ... tomorrow ... that's only part of it) and "Eleanor Rigby," but the most striking point for me was the mutation of an influence from somebody else. The first line of the song, "Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream," is a direct quote from Timothy Leary's The Psychedelic Experience, which John had been reading, except that he added the word "and." A trivial change? Not at all. As a cited musicologist points out, that turns the line into iambic pentameter, the standard English verse meter. John may not have realized that that's what he was doing, but he'd been reading a lot of poetry, and, Leslie says, "it was part of his verbal muscle memory." There's lots more like this.

Leslie is adamant about two things: first, that whatever the conflicts in the later years of the Beatles, John and Paul were always happy to make music together (and that they continued to collaborate in the creation of even their most distinctive individual songs for the Beatles), and that the stereotypes of John the caustic rebel and Paul the smooth charmer are quite inadequate. Paul had his harsh side. In an interview, John said, "Paul can be very cynical and much more biting than me when he's driven to it ... He can carve people up in no time at all, when he's pushed." As for John, the later part of the book has a lot of psychological analysis, including the repeated statement that what John really wanted in those years was to be loved, and he felt Paul was turning cold and distant; meanwhile Paul had no idea what John was going through emotionally.

The book dribbles to a close with McCartney's comments on Lennon since Lennon's death, and the suggestion that he's been whitewashing some of the conflict between them. It's a very long journey through this book, nearly 400 pages of text, and the opening chapters go into tremendous detail on the events of the Beatles' early, struggling years. You have to be a real fan to want this book, but you'll get a lot out of it if you are.

Nancy Shear, I Knew a Man Who Knew Brahms: A Memoir (Regalo Press, 2025)

What a strange book. At age 14 in 1960, Shear attended a Philadelphia Orchestra concert and fell in love not just with the music, but with the guest conductor, Leopold Stokowski (then 78). Despite her age, she quickly turned her passion into a job as a librarian with the orchestra: duties, mostly copying conductors' notations from the score into the individual musicians' parts. Then she parlayed that into a position doing the same thing for Stokowski personally as he undertook various gigs. How did she manage this? Sheer gumption and dedication, I suppose. This book is mostly a hero-worshipper's gushing love letter to Stokowski's talent: Shear considers him a conductor of unmatched skill and insight, an opinion that will not earn universal agreement. There is a lot about technical musical points, however. How Stokowski would modify scores to fit modern instruments' capacities (a controversial practice); does the orchestra tune up as a whole or by sections? That sort of thing.

But what about ...? Though Stokowski had a reputation for numerous affairs, Shear insists he always acted as a gentleman towards her, though she admits one might not believe this, and she does print some pretty personal letters and she says he frequently touched her in what she insists was a non-sexual way.

The book is almost entirely just about Stokowski. Though Shear says she worked with many great musicians, only two others get more than a momentary glance. The cellist Mstislav Rostropovich, much more physically handsy than Stokowski, and Shear mentions only casually and incidentally that she did have a sexual affair with him. And Eugene Ormandy, Philadelphia's music director, whom she did not like either as a musician or a man. He did try once forcibly to kiss her, which in telling it she brushes off in a manner that was typical of older accounts but seems beyond quaint when so told in a post-#MeToo world.

And the man who knew Brahms? He makes just a cameo appearance on page 62. Shear gives his name - Raoul Hellmer - but nothing else about him. He's not a famous musician, just some guy who visited backstage for some reason and who, as a boy in Vienna, once delivered a pharmacy order to Brahms. He shakes hands with Shear and that's it. "I (briefly) met a man who (briefly) met Brahms" is more like it.

What I read

After Hours at Dooryard Books was really good - set in 1968 in a used bookstore in Greenwich Village - this was so not a Summer of Love - but lots of Unhistoric Acts - also I really liked that what I feared was going to be one of those three-quarter way through Exposure of Dark Thing/Arising of Unexpected Crisis in Relationship actually didn't go angst angst angst wo wo wo.

Slightly Foxed #88: 'Pure Magic': pretty good selection, though rather irked by the guy fanboying over Room at the Top and all he can say about the sexism side of things is that the protag's behaviour to women 'may be less than admirable but he is not a cad'. O RLY. What do you call putting the local rich guy's daughter in the club and then chucking your older woman mistress, who dies horribly in a car accident?

Robert Rodi, Fag Hag (1992) - of its period perhaps. I think there may be works of his I remember more fondly than this one? Don't really recommend.

Dick Francis, Hot Money (1987): this is one in which I was waiting for the narrator to get, as per usual for a DF protag, nastily done over, probably by one of his siblings or in-laws in this convoluted tale of seething envies within the family of a much-married tycoon. He did get blown up but that was not personal and so did his father. No actually woodsheds but there was a glasshouse and various other nooks and crannies to see something nasty in.

On the go

Back to Lanny Budd - O Shepherd, Speak! (#10) (1949) - Lanny as ever finds himself where it's happening in the final stages of WW2 - have got to the aftermath of the war, and thinking about peace. Quite a way to go.

Up next

No idea.

GWOT IV - Real Stories Of The California Coast Guard



I can't write, talk or even think about most of the things I was shown at the California Naval Militia base in and around Monterey.

I just can't.

It is relatively public knowledge that somewhere between the former Monterey Bay Aquarium (now a naval diver training site, sorry sea life) and oh, say Point Sur Lighthouse, there is a huge underground complex of submarine pens that contains some of our infamous submarines.

I certainly have no idea.

But what I did get to see, and can actually talk about, is the nascent California Coast Guard.

They apparently wanted me. Badly. But I had many reasons for not wanting to be a Coastie.

I'd spent just enough time seasick on a small boat as a preteen that I had no interest in going back. Certainly not on the daily.

A ruined left hand makes holding on to anything - as aboard a small boat in choppy seas - both more difficult and painful.

I firmly believe that a helicopter is a collection of parts made by the lowest bidder forced to violate the laws of God and man until they in mutual loathing fly apart. When my duties compel me to, I can fly aboard one. But given a choice between a chopper ride and a reunion with a certain chair in Room 6-19, I would have to think about it.

Walking, marching and especially jogging on wet beach sand sucks [CENSORED BY CALIFORNIA MILITARY]. OK, that was a joke. This isn't censored, except that everything that sucks about wet beach sand is obscene in the most scatalogical and perverted sense.

I enjoyed the tour. They're a cool agency. I admire them.

But I have no desire to be one of them.

###

McNasty slowly started accumulating basic amenities to go along with the other infrastructure. It wasn't my problem except when I black-penciled a line item for $20,000 CAD for audio visual equipment.

This bought us an audio and projection system for the covered meeting area, TV sets with satellite links for the barracks and mess hall, and a very nice system for the NCO wardroom. (McNasty was too small for an officer's club, and besides we all hated each other anyway.)

For some reason or another, probably operational tempo, I found myself catching a very late lunch or an early dinner in an otherwise empty mess hall when one of the new California TV shows came on.

Bold brassy intro nearly made me spill my bug juice, the military term for weak punch to disguise bad tasting water.

"REAL STORIES of the CALIFORNIA COAST GUARD!"

Cut to a patrol cutter rooster-tailing through the water, a zodiac on a moon-bright night with divers falling backwards over the sides, a skiff with blatant California Bear starless flag delivering a boarding inspection party to a much larger freighter, a running rescue swimmer with a state-issued flotation device and two lovely flotation devices issued to her upon her birth, a tactical team distinguished only by orange patches on their gear and inflatable life preservers making a dynamic entry through a ship's hatch with distraction devices ...

It had a plot. It had characters. It seemed to draw much inspiration from the pre-War TV show Baywatch except that the camera lingered not only on female chests but with equal shamelessness on every part of the human body.

It was laden with glorious message.

Join us! Help us defend California!

I finished my food before I finished the episode.

Then I thanked my lucky fortunes that I had escaped that fate.

It made McNasty with its constant sewer smell, grim reminders and small memorials that it had been a Homeland killing site, the ever-present dust and grime, and the knowledge that the Border and its many horrors awaited within reaction-range distance ... tolerable. Even preferable.

Because despite the wooden but enthusiastic acting and the propaganda plot lines, I could see that the California Coast Guard was a hard knock service.

They kept re-using the one zodiac, the one skiff, and a lot of beach. The cutter and helicopter scenes were canned and frequently rotated.

The end credits proudly boasted that "these are NOT actors, these are YOUR Coast Guard!" which made their worn uniforms even more disturbing.

The California Naval Militia had first draw on small craft boaters. Then State Parks, then other agencies including our own California scout-soldiers (rivers and lakes exist and North America has a lot of them) so CACG got the leftovers.

Even I could see obvious errors in small boat handling, on the camera work for the show.

Made me wonder how well they would run an intercept.

###

TSSCI NOFORN CA NAVAL MILITIA
OFFICE OF NAVAL PLANNING
MOIST SECRET
COMPARTMENT NOSE STRIPE

The television show 'Real Stories of the California Coast Guard' is having the desired effect in causing foreign observers to underestimate both our coast watcher programs and naval prowess.

The decision to divert actors upon completion of basic training to the show filming unit is working out well for emphasizing their seeming clumsiness and lack of boat handling skills.

Censors continue to ensure that the focus is on bodies and morale rather than actual capabilities.

In particular, helicopter operations outside of meticulously censored brief clips are never shown and the coastal observer program is never mentioned.

The brilliance of the costuming department in rotating cast off and worn uniform items from regional quartermasters to the show filming unit is appreciated.

ENDIT


The core rules plus essentials for the 2013 Fifth Edition of Shadowrun, the cyberpunk-fantasy tabletop roleplaying game from Catalyst Game Labs.

Bundle of Holding: SR5 Essentials (from 2019)



Eighteen setting sourcebooks for Shadowrun 5th Edition.

Bundle of Holding: SR5 Universe Mega

Well, crap

Nov. 26th, 2025 11:11 am
It was just pointed out to me that SF artist Stephen Fabian died age 95 back in May.

7thgarden, volume 1 by Mitsu Izumi

Nov. 26th, 2025 08:53 am


If you can't trust a scantily-clad demon to aid you in your war with heaven, who can you trust?

7thgarden, volume 1 by Mitsu Izumi

Reading Wednesday

Nov. 26th, 2025 06:53 am
Just finished: To Leave a Warrior Behind: The Life and Stories of Charles R. Saunders, the Man Who Rewrote Fantasy by Jon Tattrie. This was so good. Saunders was a fascinating person both on and off the page, but also the biography is really well written and a page-turner. I don't have a lot to add beyond that you'll like it if you're at all interested in genre fiction, Black social movements, and/or the history of Black communities in Halifax. Or just interesting people in general.

 
The Emotional Craft of Fiction: How to Write the Story Beneath the Surface by Donald Maass. And now I am going to go on a rant for a bit.

This was one of two craft books that another author recommended to me (the other being The Magic Words by Cheryl B. Klein, which actually was quite good). Maass is a well-known literary agent who runs a well-known literary agency so I think it's important to read what he has to say. However this...not good. Bad even. My initial impression was "eh, there's some good advice in here" and gradually shifted to "maybe this is why not enough books by BIPOC and/or queer authors getting traditionally published???" 

I have a number of criticisms, the first being that the book could have been half the length if he'd just cut the lengthy vague personal opinions and autobiographic rambles. It's not concise. He'll take a metaphor and stretch it across several pages while admitting it's not a great metaphor. Why? Was he getting paid by the word? Unclear. 

The second is that a lot of the advice amounts to "write better," with no real suggestions for that. Like, he quotes part of a Churchill speech to talk about inspiring leaders, and one of the exercises is "give your character an inspiring speech." How. Tell me how. Or at least analyze the Churchill speech to talk about what's working in it. 

The problem with talking about emotion in writing is that this is built often through a prolonged time with the characters, so if you quote excerpts from books no one has read (there are a few classics in there, but a lot of the examples are from books I'd never read, like Christian fiction), you need context. This is something Klein does very well in her book—she talks about the well-known ones that we'd all have encountered, like the awful wizard books and The Fault In Our Stars and the Hunger Games, but her most detailed analysis is a book she edited called Marcelo In the Real World. Assuming no one has read it (I'd never heard of it), she not only analyzes lengthy passages, but sets up the entire context of the story so we can see why those passages work. Whereas Maass quotes a paragraph and assumes we'll get the emotion, whereas my reaction is, "who are these people and why should I care?"

But most of all, it's very shallow for a book about, well, feelings. He warns away from sending your characters to overly dark places or making them overly dark people, and the autobiographical sketches suggest an upper-middle class, cishet, white, cozy life. Readers want to feel connected and inspired by your characters, so they should be positive and inspirational.

I'm sorry what.

I was hoping, in a book like this, to get a sense of how to better twist the knife. His breakdown of The Fault Of Our Stars amounts to "we feel sad because of how these kids lived, not how they die." Really? Is that all you take from it, emotionally speaking?

One passage really stands out to me, and that's an incident where he describes trying to pay for tickets for a game that his young son really wants to see, only he's lost his wallet on the subway. His wife is with him but doesn't have her wallet. He is faced with a moment of panic at the prospect of disappointing his son.

Okay, that's pretty good! I like the idea of investing relatively low-stakes moments with emotion. Only...he goes on to talk about something else, and then adds "by the way my wife had her wallet after all so she paid and I regained my cool and we all saw the game." Which, I'm sure is what happened, but why tell the story if that's the ending?

If I were writing it, off the top of my head, why not have the parents argue, the wife codependent on her husband, the husband irresponsible to leave his wallet on the subway. It could get public, ugly, and explosive. And then the child starts crying, more upset at the prospect of his parents fighting than missing the game. In an upbeat story, they realize that their son is the most important thing and stop fighting in order to comfort him. Or in a more adult story, they make up, coldly, but the resentment continues to fester, and the absent wallets become a metaphor for patriarchal control. Anything other than "oh it all turned out to be fine."

So yeah this book didn't do it for me.

Currently reading: The Bewitching by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. The library gods sent me a chaser after that last one. It's about two generations of women; Minerva, in 1998, lives on a rather beautiful and extremely haunted campus, researching a forgotten author who was a contemporary of Lovecraft. In 1908, her great-grandmother, Alba, lives on a farm and years for the elegant, sophisticated life that her uncle leads in the city. I've just hit the point where Minerva runs into the wealthy son of a university donor who knew the author and has been invited to brunch with the family, and Alba's uncle has come to live with them (and maybe convince her brother to sell the family farm). Anyway, it's SMG, obviously I'm into it.
 
/spirited papal high kick
/sparkly papal leotard flash
/and papal jazz hands for the finale.


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Nov. 26th, 2025 09:38 am
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みんなに見守られながらお水を飲むまるさん。 9月2日の、大きな動物病院に精密検査を受けに行く朝。 はなみりも、応援していたのかな? Maru drinks water while Hana&Miri watch […]

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Nov. 25th, 2025 11:13 am
- My endoscopy and colonoscopy came back all clear, yay! 

- I expected to sleep after coming home from the procedures. AHAHAHAHAHAHA no my body didn't want to cooperate. And I certainly didn't sleep during the hours of drinking the prep solution. I ended up being awake, with the exception of the procedures, for something like 36 hours. 0/10, do not recommend.

- The Madwoman in the Attic, during her usual meandering around the internet, found this fabric. She told me how many yards I needed for the high collar dress, and I gleefully bought some. Glow in the dark bats!

Oddments

Nov. 25th, 2025 05:56 pm

We perceive that there does not appear to be any gender-confusion, or relationships with military helmets, connected with this particular tortoise, or maybe no-one noticed: Gramma the Galápagos tortoise, oldest resident of San Diego Zoo, dies at about 141. Not quite old enough to have met that there Charles Darwin, then.

***

Reversal of Fates: Access Through Photographs can be a Counterbalance

Ongoing digitization and cataloging work not only serves the interests of scholars and manuscript communities—it also creates crucial, publicly-accessible provenance records that provide an increasingly robust bulwark against manuscript theft and trafficking.

Sing it.

***

Thousands of rare American recordings — some 100 years old — go online for all to enjoy:

“A lot of that music from that era, the record companies did not keep backups. They were all destroyed, almost all. And it’s all up to the record collectors. They’re the ones who kind of saved the music from that era,”
....
Superior to a random recording uploaded to YouTube with no accompanying information, the database includes things like where the song was recorded and when, as well as lists of musicians and composers who worked on the songs.

***

I think I may have mentioned at some time the phenomenon of the 'monkey walk': Before Tinder, there was the Monkey Parade… . Though some recent works read for review incline me to think that one reason for the decline not mentioned in that piece was the rise of the coffee-bar - indoors in the warm with a juke-box, and the site of massive 50s moral panic around The Young.

***

Statue to 'remarkable' woman who escaped slavery:

A statue to a "remarkable and brave" woman who fled slavery and torture in the US has been unveiled in the fishing town in northern England where she found freedom.
Mary Ann Macham spent weeks hiding in woods in Virginia before stowing away on a ship, eventually arriving in North Shields in the early 1830s.
She was taken in by a Quaker family, married a local man and remained in the town until she died aged 91.

Aristoi by Walter Jon Williams

Nov. 25th, 2025 09:03 am


A utopia (of sorts) is endangered by a discontented, powerful, malcontent.

Aristoi by Walter Jon Williams

more posthumous Le Guin

Nov. 25th, 2025 01:47 am
Ursula K. Le Guin, A Larger Reality, edited by Conner Bouchard-Roberts (Winter Texts, 2025), 339 p.

"A Larger Reality" is the title of an exhibit on UKL's life and work going on right now at the Oregon Contemporary Museum in Portland. Since I can't get there, I ordered this book, advertised as "the companion volume for the show," hoping that it would be the usual museum catalog of the exhibit.

It isn't. It's an anthology of UKL's writings, all previously published, with some interspersed essays by others, most of them also previously published though unseen by me. There are also some illustrations by UKL, possibly not previously published.

The contents include several stories - "The Day Before the Revolution" and "On the High Marsh" among them - some essays including "Science Fiction and Mrs. Brown," and three tranches of poetry from different spans of years. The essays by others include Harold Bloom's introduction to the Library of America edition of UKL's collected poetry, in which Bloom calls Yeats her major influence and quotes, in their entirety, some poems also included in the poetry sections of this book, so why didn't the editor make a different selection?

David Naimon also contributes a more impressionistic, less academic essay on Le Guin's poetry, and adrienne maree brown, who apparently spells it that way, includes in her essay a UKL letter to an unnamed local paper expressing her distress at the felling of a tree near her house - unmentioned in the commentary, this clearly is what's also commemorated in "The Aching Air," which I consider UKL's finest poem but which is not in this book.

Nisi Shawl writes about the story "Solitude," which story is also included, and the most interesting and useful essay is Mary Anne Mohanraj's on UKL rethinking her own work and publicly modifying her views when they've changed.

A list of UKL's other works includes six other "Winter Texts Collections," so this is evidently not this small press's first venture into repackaging Le Guin. It's a nice memento, and a convenient way to dip into some of her less-acclaimed work, but it's not what I was hoping for and not even an inadequate substitute for visiting the exhibit.
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