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My Bookshelf

I had this idea the other day . . .

I was looking at the bookshelf beside my bed. It’s rather small; essentially a nightstand. I have books in a couple of other places in the house but my total book count is about 10% of what it was when I was living in Grass Valley. Some of that attrition came through my divorce but most of it was making choices as I downsized through the last dozen years.

So, these books are important to me and I thought I would use a photo of them to talk (write) about why. It may be that details of the photo will be hard to see so I think I may have to list everything with comments. It’s not a big bookshelf but there are 20 or 25 books there nevertheless. This post will either be long or broken in installments. We’ll see . . .

So, here’s the photo:

Starting from the left, first group: Science Fiction:

  • Larry Niven: Protector, All The Myriad Ways, Tales of Known Space, A Hole In Space, The Smoke Ring, A Gift From Earth, World Of Ptaavs, Ringworld. So-called ‘hard SF’, Niven’s books take a couple of leaps from today’s science to get started but they are carefully crafted stories with interesting characters and realistic alien worlds and races.
  • Kurt Vonnegut: Slaughterhouse Five. Needs no explanation
  • Pat Frank: Alas, Babylon. Somewhat dated now (written in 1959), it is the story of a small community in Florida that survives an all out nuclear exchange.
  • John Brunner: Stand On Zanzibar. I was introduced to this book when I was a junior in high school by fellow student Ted Hile. More recently, Ted and I were friends on Facebook until I got tired of his ultra-conservative screeds. I ‘unfriended’ him before I understood that I could ‘hide’ people from my feed. Ted, if you’re reading this, let’s try again. I never look at this book without thinking of you. The book is a dystopian novel about
  • John Varley: Demon. Third book in a trilogy imagining that a moon of Saturn (Titan, title of the first book) is actually a sentient being. The world of Titan is populated with more-or-less humanoid races with an Earth atmosphere so when the human crew of a NASA spacecraft (think 2001) arrives, there are many adventures. I have several other Varley titles on other bookshelves.
  • Joe Haldeman: The Forever War. Haldeman served in the US Army in Vietnam and came away with a cynical view of wars and the militaries who prosecute them. Also, he’s a physicist so his ‘hard’ science is solid.

Second group , , ,  well it’s kind of a hodge-podge after Science Fiction.

  • On High Steel by Mike Cherry. A book about an iron worker in New York in the 1970’s. He’s a union man so there is a lot of insight into East Coast unionism that I find interesting. He narrates several deaths due to a combination of drinking and pre-OSHA safety procedures.
  • The Seven Sisters by Anthony Sampson. Somewhat dated now but a great snapshot of the oil business in the early ‘70s along with some great history of the Middle East.
  • Basic Writings by Chang Tzu, trans Burton Watson. Le Guin (see below) was my entry point to this philosopher. Her book The Lathe of Heaven has chapter quotes from Chang Tzu and they resonated with me in a profound way.
  • The Way of Chang Tzu by Thomas Merton
  • Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu, trans by Ursula K Le Guin
  • The Land and Literature of England by Robert Adams. Kind of a strange conceit but it works. Adams uses the literature of England as a frame to write its history. One of the few books that weren’t mine that I got out of the divorce.

Then there’s the Tolkien. Copies of The Hobbit and the trilogy in editions that came out after the first Fellowship movie. I still have my copies of the paperbacks I bought while still in high school. I went at least ten years reading the trilogy annually. Despite my serious fandom for these books, I never read the other Tolkien books (Silmarilion). I do have an original paperback copy of the Harvard Lampoon’s Bored Of The Rings in storage. I find it hilarious. It takes nothing away from the original.

Herman Wouk’s Winds of War and War and Remembrance. Wouk refers to these books as a ‘romance’. There is a love story but the framework it hangs on is solid World War Two history. I recently saw a documentary on the Battle of Midway and I was able to refer to these books for solid perspective. The protagonist is in a difficult marriage that he ultimately escapes from so I identified with him during my own hard times.

A modern paperback edition of the complete Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne. Drawings by E. H. Shepherd. The hardcover set my father gave me in 1955 I still have carefully stored away Two books of stories and two books of poetry, for those who don’t know. Don’t ever watch the Disney version.

Hidden behind Winnie-the-Pooh is:

  • A Band Of Misfits signed by the author, Andrew Baggarly. About the 2010 SF Giants championship baseball team.
  • The Control Of Nature by John McPhee. Three essays originally published in The New Yorker. At one time, I had a bunch of stuff by McPhee, many concerned with natural things. Control of Nature examines three situations where humans attempt to control natural processes with varying degrees of success. The US Army Corps of Engineers trying to keep the Mississippi River in its course through New Orleans. The people of Iceland trying save a town threatened by a lava flow. Los Angeles dealing with the rocks and debris coming down out of the San Gabriel Mountains. Great stories and still relevant.
  • Bill Graham Presents, My Life Inside Rock and Out by Bill and Robert Greenfield. An oral history. Bill was one of my heroes when I dabbled in promotion in high school. He was running the Fillmore at that time. Years later, I worked for BGP many times and got to know some of the people in the book.
  • Things a Boy Can Do With Electrochemistry by Alfred Morgan. Copyright 1940 with Dad’s name on the inside front cover.

James Gleick again

I’ve been trying to read James Gleick’s latest book Time Travel: A History. I say trying because I’ve had great difficulty in recent months focusing on books. (I’ve had great difficulty focusing on almost everything since the lockdown, but that’s another story. Pandemic brain.)

I take a book from the library and then don’t read it. Sometimes I read a few pages and put it down and never come back to it. I’ve done better with Gleick for some reason but I still haven’t finished it and I am afraid the library is going to repossess it soon.

One problem is that Gleick, like Stephenson, is such a deep thinker that he requires good concentration to extract value from the book.

Stephenson’s novels it’s a lot easier because there is a plot. Gleick is a science writer. One reason I liked his book Chaos so much was that it had a narrative. Time Travel, perhaps deliberately, does not.

Gleick shows that time is a concept that humans both understand and do not understand. Even the measurement of time, which we in Western civilization like to think is straightforward, is dependent on consciousness, which leads to memory, which for me today leads to Zach. Nowadays, I think of Zach as being in the past but his memory is with me in the present. In a way he is as alive in my memory as he ever was before when I was not in his presence.

The future we tend to take on faith. After Zach was killed I remember telling people in grief sessions that I had to rewrite my future without him. There was a hole where I had expected him to be. So the future we expect is not assured. This is hardly profound but Gleick presents it engagingly.

I haven’t finished the book yet but I think there is some humor in reviewing a book about time before finishing it. Gleick even comments on how books are time machines themselves in that the reader can go back and forth through the pages if s/he desires.

Of course, the memory of Zach is not the same as having Zach alive in our now world. I can experience Zach by reading his journals and getting wisdom from them, but experiencing his living presence would generate different wisdom. So, I am sad to not be able to experience Zach’s different wisdom in my now. I take comfort in doing my little part in transmitting his now static wisdom into the future.

The Information

I’ve posted about James Gleick before. His book Chaos was fascinating to me. I ended up reading it several times before I felt I understood it all.

I just finished another of his books, titled The Information. I had seen it before but don’t remember reading it. Honestly, I’m sure I would remember reading such a book. I don’t think I’m capable of writing a real review. It’s been out for a while so it’s unlikely I could add anything useful.

I just wanted to say that I made it through the book. I felt that I understood each word as I read it, but that Gleick was giving his readers the opportunity for a deeper understanding than I was getting. I hope I can go back in a year or so and revisit his themes.

And a technical note. I’ve always loved a real book. You can look at it and make some judgements about it before you even pick it up. In the last few years, I’ve developed the habit of going to the library and just browsing the stacks in some subject area. Now that the libraries are closed, I’ve learned more about e-readers. My local library recommended one called Libby. It works well, syncing across my phone and tablet as I go back and forth. After a year or so of not reading much at all, I’ve gotten going again.

Day 43.

dystopias

When I went to put The Sheep Look Up back in the bookshelf, I saw a couple of other books there that might qualify as dystopias.

I need to say that I’ve been reading science fiction since I was about 12 years old. That’s more than 50 years, kids! I used to have a large collection but gave away many in my last couple of moves. In my opinion, the ones I have left are the best of the best. Certain authors are well represented: Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, Larry Niven, Frank Herbert, Joe Haldeman from the 1950’s through 1970’s. Others have only one.

Alas, Babylon is the only book by Pat Frank in my collection. Actually, I can’t remember even reading anything else by him. It’s not really dystopian. It’s the story of a small community in Florida after a nuclear exchange. Just looking at the book spine today triggered a thought that that was similar to the Brunner stories.

The other one that seemed similar in my mind was the Larry Niven novel about a comet hitting the earth, Lucifer’s Hammer. That’s not really a dystopia either.

John Varley’s Titan trilogy would qualify as dystopian even though the bulk of the action takes place away from earth. In it, the madness of humans destroying their home planet drives the story.

Since the basic technique of science fiction is to imagine a future world and build a story around it, it shouldn’t be surprising that most are rather dark.

Younger authors that I like a lot have written about dystopias. Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson and the early William Gibson novels, beginning with Neuromancer, are clearly dystopian.

The more I write that word, the less I like it. Maybe I’ll do a list of the SF novels in my library – not that many, less than 50 – and do a quick description/review. Some are hopeful . . .

The Sheep Look Up

The Sheep Look Up is a title of a John Brunner novel from the early 1970’s. In my mind it always went along with his earlier novel Stand On Zanzibar in its dystopian view of the world. I read them when they came out and still have my original (paperback) copies. After the events of the last couple of weeks, I dug out my copy of The Sheep Look Up.

It’s pretty strident. Brunner’s anger shows through on every page. Reading it again made me think about what we all thought about pollution in those days and what we did about it.

Stand On Zanzibar had a relatively upbeat ending, though, whereas The Sheep Look Up does not. Air, sea and land are poisoned so thoroughly worldwide that human survival is in question.

The last chapter is simply a quote from the John Milton poem Lycidas:

The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,
But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread.

writing

Writing is mysterious and beautiful. Good writing is hard. From somewhere I remember a quote from a 18th Century writer of a letter. At the end of a 20+ page letter to a friend he apologized for going on so long. He said he didn’t have time to write a brief letter.

Or something like that. The point is that it takes a lot of time to arrange the chaotic ideas running through one’s head into organized sentences that someone else has a chance of understanding. In this blog, I try to think before writing, thus most of my entries are relatively brief. 20 page letters will not be read by 21st Century readers. Now in the forums sometimes I see ‘tl;dr’. Too long, didn’t read.

I found one previous reference in this blog to the American writer James Gleick. His book Chaos has been a long time favorite of mine. At Mom and Dad’s the other day, I spotted another Gleick book: Genius, The Life and Science of Richard Feynman, and filched it. I had read it before, some years ago, but I thought it was worth another reading.

This morning I opened it and almost immediately I was struck by the quality of the writing. In the Prologue, Gleick tells of a meeting in 1948 of the world’s best physicists:

In the annals of science it was the last time but one that these men would meet in such circumstances, without ceremony or publicity. They were indulging a fantasy, that their work could remain a small, personal, academic exercise, invisible to most of the public, as it had been a decade before, when a modest building in Copenhagen served as the hub of their science. They were not yet conscious of how effectively they had persuaded the public and the military to make physics a mission of high technology and expense.  . . . Next year most of these men would meet once more . . . but by then the modern era of physics had begun in earnest, science conducted on a scale the world had not seen, and never again would its chiefs come together privately, just to work.

chaos

I finished my library books, so this morning I needed a book to read while I ate my cereal. My eye fell on Chaos, by James Gleick. My copy is from those heady days in the late ’80s in San Francisco when I was buying science books often. It’s one of the few that have survived to stay with me and I’m glad it has.

I remember reading it several times and feeling that each time I understood a little further into the book. It’s not technical, in fact it’s written with a high sense of drama. Today, with fractals and Mandelbrot sets seemingly old hat, it’s fun to go back and feel some of the excitement that accompanied the discoveries of non-linear systems, or chaos.

Gleick’s writing is beautiful. Here’s one quote from the Prologue that struck me today: ‘ . . .  chaos is a science of process rather than state, of becoming rather than being.’

Every once in a while, I go looking for a book that updates the state of chaos science but there aren’t any. You can find dozens of theoretically non-technical books that try to explain string theory or quantum mechanics but nothing on chaos. Hmmm . . .

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