Saturday, 10 May 2025

Book review: Helliconia Winter

PXL_20250510_191528417Part three of the Helliconia trilogy by Brian Aldiss; now re-read after an interval of decades. I like it; it is well written and has a sweep and grandeur that most other books lack; the characters are real people.

Quick situational precis: the small sun orbits a big sun, leading to a Great Year of ~1.8kyr; we're heading into Great Winter; crops start to fail, the ice advances; the phagors grow bold.

We start with a young man joyfully arising after a long illness; leaving home and going into battle; the (northern) Sibornalese throw back the (tropical) Campanlatians; but then the settlement they've just defended is abandoned as no longer viable; and the returning army is itself destroyed because it may be carrying the Fat Death; and anyway, there are too many mouths to feed. So, I like that: the battle - nicely described - is multiply pointless and one gets a sense of people moving in the grip of inexorable forces.

The animals - hoxneys, yelk - are well imagined, as is the vegetation and the sweep of changes is managed much better than other efforts. The gossies are lovely, and the sinking into the Original Boulder which has become the Original Beholder, is excellent. The phagor equivalent of becoming keratinous, ditto.

The one obvious criticism I have is that the refuge of law-n-order is in their Arctic. It would be more plausible in the tropics. I really don't see surviving five centuries of darkness on fish as believable. Further, the natural thing to do for the northerners would be to invade the tropics.

Trivia: the Great Wheel is a lovely idea but it is hard to see how it could have been buildable.

The sub-plot of my-father-turns-out-to-be-the-oligarch feels unnecessary to me; it detracts attention from the sweep of the story. I'm also doubtful it could work. Also, if the oligarch is anonymous, why does it matter much if he is killed? Just replace him with another and don't tell anyone.

Oh yes and the twin sub-plots of Avernus and Gaia, which are both used to make commentaries on Helliconian and Earth mores, don't work for me; and the Gaian cod-philosophy would be better omitted.

This just makes it into my "top tier", for sweep-of-vision, quality of writing, and general inventiveness.

Saturday, 3 May 2025

Peaks 2025: Stanage and Froggatt

PXL_20250503_135235596 Another bank holiday, another Saturday in the Peaks. D and I drove up, and met E in the cafe, she having trained down from Durham. Per immemorial tradition1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 we started at Stanage; then back for lunch and after to Froggatt. In a certain sense it would have been better the other way round, as the afternoon was sunnier and warmer; but never mind. Since the Peaks are now - happily - becoming quite standard I didn't take too many pix; see here. I only traced Froggatt: GPS. We came up the way we should have gone down, for Sunset Slab. There's a drone video of D on Wright's Route, and the Edge in general. My logbook has our routes.

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Anyway, to Stanage Popular. Opening the back of the car the children naturally ask where their harnesses and helmets are; I realise that like an idiot I have just thrown my "going climbing" stuff in the car, but that dates from Cornwall. So we do have two harnesses (but a long sling suffices for seconding), but only one helmet. D doesn't really care and E only wants a hat so she gets my purple Roku one; this is fair enough, in the Peaks. We went a fraction further left than before. I lead Flake Chimney HVD which was nice, even if I did go in and grovel in the crack. E followed "inside"; D then did the "outside" S variant (by me pulling the rope up and over the chock). Then D top-roped Hybrid E1 5b (HVS in the old guidebook). And then led Wright's Route VS 4c, which involves a harder-than-it-looks-from-the-ground move right at half height. During that, I flew the drone, then seconded it (as did E, with some effort).

PXL_20250503_164904994At lunch, E bought a chalk bag and D thought it finally time for a harness, so for the afternoon we conveniently have three. After lunch, to Froggatt. Just like last time the weather and the light was lovely.

We started off at Tody's Wall area. I lead Silver Crack HS 4c but I think we all found that grade a touch ungenerous if you're not used to jamming your body into cracks; even D was forced to put in some effort and E distinctly more.; but it is a great route. There isn't a lot of gear, and the two bomber chockstones are quite hard to reach and use. There's plenty of time to look out at the steepening of the top wall of Todycade as you slowly thrutch up. Rockfax says "The crack on the right-hand side of the slab is a widening thrash, recommended for those who feel like a punch-up" which seems entirely fair.

Then D top-roped Todycade E1 5a (which is the direct version of Tody's Wall HVS; the top above the hard move has no gear just vague pockets; Tody's Wall instead gets you a crack to use). The "step up" is quite hard; D is straining to reach and he is on tip-toe. The top is steeper than it looks from here. He didn't quite fancy leading it; that was perhaps fair as he isn't that used to placing gear, and the step-up is quite dramatic.

Then we moved over left fifty metres or so to Sunset Slab area, because E wanted a D to do her first lead on; so that was Slab and Crack, which is a nice little protectable Diff, that I seconded. Oh, and then there was the amusing descent under the chockstone.

And so we finished, all feeling well used, at about quarter to seven I think. And drove to Mother's.

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Wednesday, 30 April 2025

Book review: Aquinas, by Copleston

PXL_20250430_161127210 Aquinas is dead famous, and F C Copleston is quite famous too; as a convert to Catholicism and a priest, I think I can trust that he is about as sympathetic to Big Tom as one could possibly be, as so will feel no need to make any further allowances. You will find the text here, should you be feeling brave. Although the book is well enough written I would not recommend reading it, unless you're interested in BigT, and I would recommend that you not be interested.

Because: BigT is fundamentally second-rate; fundamentally just a sterile synthesiser of Aristotle into Catholicism. As Russell puts it:
There is little of the true philosophic spirit in Aquinas. He does not, like the Platonic Socrates, set out to follow wherever the argument may lead. He is not engaged in an inquiry, the result of which it is impossible to know in advance. Before he begins to philosophize, he already knows the truth; it is declared in the Catholic faith. If he can find apparently rational arguments for some parts of the faith, so much the better; if he cannot, he need only fall back on revelation. The finding of arguments for a conclusion given in advance is not philosophy, but special pleading. I cannot, therefore, feel that he deserves to be put on a level with the best philosophers either of Greece or of modern times.
The book covers his metaphysics, and his theology, and their overlap. The metaphysics covers such fundamentally uninteresting things as "the whole is greater than any of its parts". That is uninteresting, when applied to the real world, because it is just the bleedin' obvious1. Unfortunately as well as being the bleedin' obvious in the physical world it has the virtue of being false in the metaphysical world, since the defining property of an infinite set - such as the integers - is that is can be put into one-to-one correspondence with a proper subset - such as the square numbers. Coplestone attempts to evade this by saying that he doesn't want to get into the complications of infinite sets, but this will not do, because excluding infinite sets is to restrict the statement precisely to those things it is true for; it is like saying "all numbers are even (errm, cough, I exlcude odd numbers of course)". So the metaphysics veers between dull and wrong, and if there's any point in it, I missed it3. Maybe the stuff about essence and so on comes in here, and other uninteresting stuff carried over from Aristotle but really best forgotten.

We then get some of the proofs of God. These are all wrong, of course, for reasons ranging from the possibility of an infinite regress, to the problem that none of them generate a Christian God even if they did work.

A potentially nice bit is that BigT correctly realises that his arguments cannot derive all aspects of Christian doctrine - for example, the Trinity - and he is quite happy to rest those upon Revelation. So far, so good. But (unlike Hobbes) he doesn't think this through: if the Trinity, for example, is known by Revelation - presumably, to whoever wrote it down into the Bible or wherever it first gets written down - then everyone else only knows it by acceptance-of-authority2; and he is quite clear that no aspect of God can be positively known by sense-experience of the world.

He makes a stab at deriving morality, but at least as reported it isn't a very good one, as it amounts to we should strive for the good and avoid evil; unfortunately he doesn't really have a good definition of good. He also seems to think that our ultimate aim is the ultimate good which is God; this passes happily straight by Copleston but won't pass in the real world; happily we real humans don't have to live with such a pre-imposed goal and have the wider spaces of human flourishing available to us.

There's the problem of Evil to deal with too. This is mostly defined away by thinking of Evil as Privation, I suppose mostly Privation-of-God, and so since that makes it a negative thing, God isn't responsible for it, God is only responsible for presences, not absences. This isn't a bad start but alas it fails on, e.g., mass-death-from-earthquakes. Coplestone hasn't the heart to discuss that, but I think BigT would be forced to fall back upon: dying in God's Grace is no evil. Alas, yer common man is not going to take mega-death-is-all-fine, so we don't say that in public; instead, Coplestone just emits what looks to me to be a large amount of squid ink at this point and hopes we all get bored and start skipping,which I did.

Notes


1. With a part understood as a proper part, obvs.

2. You could save this by asserting that God reveals the authority of the Bible to everyone, but that would be kinda awkward  - why didn't I get the message - and I don't think anyone actually tries that.

3. Not to be laid at BigT's door, but browing a "guide to modern metaphysics" in Heffers I found a chapter on McT's drivel about time.

Monday, 28 April 2025

Book review: The Bloody Sun

PXL_20250428_171739397~2 More Darkover tosh, but reasonably entertaining. Towards the end though as the complicated plot extricates itself from the confusion it has created there are so many names of people I don't really care about that I lost the will to remember who was the son, daughter, kin or foster relation of whom. Wiki will tell you stuff; and the Marion Zimmer Bradley article will tell you things you don't want to know.

At one point, struck by the heavily male-centric story and the way the female characters lack any independent agency, I went to check that MZB was actually female - "Marion" can be a male name, though rarely. But no, she really is female, so I don't think we can directly blame the patriacrchy.

So skipping all that, the main item of interest to a disinterested observer is the interaction of the Earth-tech society with the Darkover-psi society. This is weighted about as heavily in favour of Darkover as you could: Earth just maintains a toehold, doesn't attempt to coerce Darkover, is happy to take in Darkover refugees (there's a plaintive bit towards the end where one of the characters notices that whenever people are likely to get killed, their refuge is Earth), and so on. And yet Darkover is still losing: their psi is, for whatever reason, in retreat; and their Towers are failing because of their ridiculous tribal rules. When they discuss why they want to keep their funny little ways instead of being just another boring Earth colony about the best they can come up with is not liking pollution; even I could do better than that. In this book, somewhat implausibly, the hereditary psi-lords justify their lordship by how much they help the populace, which is in awe of them. And yet even that isn't good enough. One of the services they provide is "relay screens" for the transmission of messages, but - well, obviously - that's a pretty poor second to a mobile phone.

Turning to the social side, notice how completely stuck in the mud Our Hero - who thinks he is an Earthman, and who has actually been brought up on Earth - is. Every social situation that differs in any way from middle class America of the '60s brings out in him rage, confusion, and a total inability to cope. Oh, and the other amusing point: he has fallen into the society of telepaths1 but again and again, a hapless victim of the needs of the plot, he comes out of a situation realising - duh - that they've been reading his mind all along.

Notes

1. Oddly, they have no convention of not reading the minds of  non-telepaths without consent, which seems rude to me. Also, despite presumably reading each other's minds, they have perfectly normal conversations, and there's not even a gesture - as Asimov was good enough to put into Second Foundation - to "this is what it would have been, had they been speaking".

Friday, 25 April 2025

Cornwall 2025

PXL_20250418_171257852 Spring rolls round, M is away, D is off visiting E, I have my chance to go on the bank holiday 4C's trip to Cornwall, so I take it. Pix here. GPS: Bosigran; Pordenack; Sennen. My UKC logbook.

Friday: drive down starting at 6 am taking James; we've both got quite a bit of stuff so it is just as well no-one is in the back seats; arrive about 3 and set up tents before the rain sets in again. The campsite (Trevaylor Caravan & Camping Park) is good, lovely grass better than my lawn, the toilet block is good and so are the showers, and there's a conservatory to sit in which even has power sockets.

Rain returns so I abandon any plans to climb today, and anyway James is an outdoor novice so it is better to wait for others. GD and others return perhaps ~5, having done Alison Rib at Bosigran; they've booked dinner in the Trewellard Arms so I do too and drive them there; and a decent fish+chips it is too.

And so back, a brief sit and read, and then to bed. It turns out that the tent doesn't survive continuous rain very well; happily I have a bivvy bag to keep off the drips and my inflatable mat to keep me off the wet floor. I already knew the tent was non-optimal in non-dry conditions but this is a bit much; it needs reproofing, or I need to learn how to pitch it properly - though I think I have -, or we need a new tent.

PXL_20250419_092435609 Saturday: Wx looks good, we'll head to Bosigran because that dries nicely and is safe for everyone. No-one is feeling terribly bold so we're mostly on the VD/S end of things, though I think GD and friends went up the top pitch of Venusberg, having VD'd their way that high as the bottom pitch looked seep-y. James, who I've ended up climbing with, and I do Oread HVD and Alison Rib D, both nice, after teaching him how to tie a figure of eight. Laurence, nearby, watches over him belaying me; happily I'm not feeling worried about either climb. We - or was it I? - then start to get more ambitious with Doorway, S, and multi-pitch. But James isn't happy even on the quite generous ledge that Doorway gives you on the short scrambly pitch 2, so I ab him off. I then briefly - well, actually, perhaps for half an hour - consider joining Elen and Chris on Ledge Climb VD, but eventually decide it is better if I ab off myself. That concludes the climbing for the day. Back at the campsite I and some others cook, since I don't want a pub meal every day; and then join the others in the local The Queen's Arms.

Pic: Elen belaying Chris up In-Between VD; Oread is the arete just to the left; James in the foreground. The harder stuff - Anvil Chorus and so on - is off to the left.

Sunday: after much discussion we mysteriously converge on Pordenack as the place to go; I've never been there. James and I arrive a little late as he lost his helmet at Bosigran and we go and fruitlessly look for it; and then when we walk out to the point I remember I've forgotten to pay for parking so go back to Land's End, fortunately not far; and when I get back various including Nick and Josie are coming back, finding the descent below "the squeeze" unfriendly; and since the sea isn't dead calm or the tide dead low, some of the cliff isn't accessible. Brief discussion and we head for Sennen instead, which is fine by me, I have happy memories of Sennen.

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Pic: slightly distorting pano of the "main bay" at Sennen; you see the ab rope; it is possible to walk in from the right (as seen on this pic) but it is a fair way round. Perhaps I should have done it at some point to get it onto the GPS trace.

I lead Intermediate Route HVD to Nick; then I think Nick lead Black Slab; and then we added James and I lead Corner Climb. By then the day was aging as were we, and I decided not to push for Demo Route, lovely as it looked. And I was somewhat tired.

I fly my drone a bit; some views of the cliffs; a flight half way to the lighthouse before I lose my nerve.

Ringing the changes again we had dinner at the chippy in Sennen, well I sponged off Elen's excess chips as I'd remembered to bring lunch today. And so back for a pint at the Queen's Arms, but not two as I didn't want to keep getting up in the night again.

Monday: wx again good, somewhat unexpectedly, but Nick is off early, GD etc are for Avon, and I forget the others. So I go for a walk down to the coast then to Cape Cornwall; and James and I leave at 11:30 ish, perhaps not the best time as the traffic is not joyous; we get back to Cambridge sometime around 9 pm.

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Wednesday, 23 April 2025

Climbing posts

I now have a fair number of climbing posts. I find it will be convenient to have a list, so here is one begun. Before we go on, here is my high point: the summit of Mont Blanc with D and E.

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Misc: new rope and slings; new boots; new coat and trousers; new watchlightweight rope / rap cord and tarp.

* 2025: Peaks 2025: Stanage and Froggatt

* 2025: Cornwall 2025

* 2025: Peaks: Stanage

* 2025: Cairngorms: Return to Sneachda

* 2024: France 2024: Orsay, Chamonix, Argeles, Canal du Midi

* 2024: Ecrins 2024

* 2024: Peaks: Stanage and Froggatt

* 2023: France 2023 (walking in the Ecrins)

* 2023: Peaks: Stanage and Birchens

* 2022: Boxing Day at Horseshoe Quarry

* 2022: A trip to Pembroke with the 4C's

* 2022: Switzerland 2022 family holiday walking / climbing

* 2021: Switzerland 2021 solo

* 2021: July 2021: Lake District: Kendal

* 2020: Wales: Caernarfon, and the hills beyond walking

* 2020: Ecrins 2020 with D+E

France 2019: Mt Blanc: Tete Rousse / Gouter

France 2019: Argentiere

France 2019: Couvercle and Pointe Isabella

France 2019: Albert Premier (Aiguille du Tour; Tete Blanche, Petite Fourche)

* 2018: Summer 2018: Dolomites via ferrata

* 2018: A trip to the Lakes with D and E walking

* 2017: Ecrins 2017

* 2016: Ecrins solo

* 2016: Norway family walking

* 2015: The leaves of Chatsworth lie thick on the ground

* 2015: Stubai 2015 with D+J

* 2014: Stubai

* 2014: Stanage with Daniel and Jamie

* 2014: Chatsworth, old man

* 2013: Stanage, Youth

* 2013: Coire an t-Sneachda

* 2012: A short walk in the Stubai

* 2010: Stanage, youth

* 1996: A trip to the Cairngorms, 1996

Wednesday, 16 April 2025

Book review: If This is a Man / The Truce

PXL_20250416_200007507If This Is a Man is a memoir by Jewish Italian writer Primo Levi, first published in 1947. It describes his arrest as a member of the Italian anti-fascist resistance during the Second World War, and his incarceration in the Auschwitz concentration camp (Monowitz) from February 1944 until the camp was liberated on 27 January 1945.

The Truce describes the author's experiences from the liberation of Auschwitz (Monowitz), until he reaches home in Turin, Italy, after a long journey. He describes the situation in different displaced persons camps after the Second World War.

I'll do TT first, because it is easier. Although not entirely free of horror - we begin in Monowitz, lots or people still die as conditions don't instantly improve, PL is still desperately sick - in the end it turns into a weird picaresque adventure, as a combination of uncertain times at the end of the war, and traditional Soviet incompetence or disinterest, sees PL taking a distinctly non-optimal trajectory home. There are vast multi-day train rides to uncertain destinations. There are chancers of dubious morality ripping off the local peasants; there's an entire summer out in the woods where odd subcultures develope. Conditions slowly improve; eventually he gets home.

ITIAM is harder. Primarily it is intended as witness. This is awkward for me; I "know" this stuff already; I have no doubt that the Holocaust happened. Is it "useful" for me to learn the details? Perhaps. PL is of course not a typical concentration camper, since he survived, unlike the vast proportion of the others. Partly this was because he was only picked up late; partly because after a bit he got a cushy job; partly perhaps just luck. I am just a teensy tiny bit suspicious that there are things we aren't told, that might not be entirely to his credit; but only because that is almost inevitable, if you survived.

Various incidents or typical situations are told. Example: the soup for each mess was not stirred, because the soup-dispenser got the dregs which had the good bits, so no-one wanted to be first in line. Example: standing apparently pointlessly on parade. Example: awaiting the coming of less terrible weather as winter became spring. So the story is told not day-by-day but as a series of typical things; wiki provides a chapter list. But this does make you half forget that the terrible things continue. The end, The Story of Ten Days, is diary-like and I think works better for it.

The writing style is not brilliant; wiki goes for "calm sobriety" and continues He ascribed the clarity of his language to the habits acquired during his training as a chemist: "My model was that of the weekly reports, a normal practice in factories: they must be concise, precise and written in a language accessible to all levels of the firm's hierarchy" which is all very well but again, not sparkling prose.

Sunday, 13 April 2025

Book review: Fourth Consort

PXL_20250412_125128984~2 By Edward "Mickey 7" Ashton. I think the number in the title is a mistake, because it invites inevitable comparison with Mickey 7. And there are too many similarities. One of those similarities is a decent story, so that's good. But another is the rather bland (or as I said for M7, "pedestrian") writing style, which is bad. We again have a down-on-his-luck hero with a feisty female companion, with a very similar line in self-deprecating humour to M7.

In fact having started this book I put it down to get through The Left Hand of God, and somewhat reluctantly came back to it. If the book has a moral it is that trying to be a good person is good; this however is also bland, and unsubtly done.

Coming now to the spoilers, I think the whole predator / prey species stuff  is strange; anything capable of developing a civilisation is going to understand that brute physical combat strength is a poor way to settle disputes. In fact this could be an interesting question because I am interested in models of civilisation; but I think the model he presents is too unrealistic to be interesting. We do get the occasional: "you claim to be creatures of honour" - that std.trope - "and yet you keep doing these things that look distinctly sneaky; are you sure you're so different to us?" but he doesn't really explore this, instead he lets the aliens get off with "it may look sneaky to you but it wasn't really".

Friday, 11 April 2025

Book review: the Left Hand of God

PXL_20250411_144055858~2Teenager grows up tough in brutal isolated commmunity1, learning combat skills; with some buddies he runs away, gets treated as oik by disdainful aristos who reevaluate him when he saves them; and so on. You've heard it all before, of course; echoes of Red Sister and a hundred others. And yet I finished it, indeed I got perhaps two thirds of the way through with enthusiasm; as perhaps happens in real life, he didn't deal with good fortune as well as with bad.

Even in the early sections there are hints of problems that become more obvious later: there is a vast Sancturary, training religious warriors for a War Somewhere Else but who is supplying all the food and other material, indeed who is supplying all the people? Why do the nearby rulers not seem at all worried by a vast army being trained on their doorstep?

Anyway, Our Heroes run away to the nearby2 Mediaeval city-state-empire. Our Hero's first - no, second; they also "rescue" the Chancellor by unbelievable coincidence - bit of luck is saving The Princess in the catacombs. But this is grotesquely jammed-in: she had no business being there, especially alone, and the book doesn't even attempt to explain the inexplicable; and it all goes downhill from there really; Our Heroes rise implausibly in this culture that despises them, and inevitably Our Hero gets off with3 the Princess but it's OK because they are mutually In Love. Finally the Order invades and defeats the city-state-empire, which throughly deserved defeat by having absolutely no scouts or border defences of any kind to give warning. This enables Our Hero to be captured by the Order, and detached from his Princess, as is presumably required for the tale in volume two, which I find myself unlikely to peruse.

The writing style is bland and the world itself somewhat flat, and careless. For example, at one point Our Hero and his Counsellor go off into the woods to a Retreat; a house. Yet it has no staff, no one to look after it; as though he just couldn't be bothered to write plausibility in; it's like it was in a video game, where the vegetation doesn't grow and the roof never needs mending or the linen cleaning. The great city-state of Memphis has no discernable structure or buildings of any interest. There's no real world, beyond our characters.

Notes


1. Of course, he ends up fundamentally good, and unscarred - mentally, if not physically - by this terrible upbringing, though he may actually turn out to the the anti-Christ in the next book, in case you care. Oddly enough, we-as-a-society don't believe this bad-upbringing-makes-you-resilient stuff; we rather think that it leads to poor character and criminality. Of course we might be wrong but I think I'd have liked the book to take some at least token consideration of this point.

2. Fairly nearby I think; I didn't to-be-honest pay much attention to how many days their travel took but they were on foot.

3. While all in favour of a bit of sex - preferrably somewhat more graphic that discovering that she is incredibly beautiful and has long legs - I'm again disappointed by the sheer... blandness? Carelessness? Lack of attention to detail? The culture is one that prizes their women; allowing them to be alone with an oik is not plausible; servants would have been omnipresent but are waved away; and so on.

Sunday, 6 April 2025

Peaks: Stanage

Gosh, have we really not been since Peaks: Stanage and Froggatt at the end of March 2024? I fear not. This time it is simpler: off at 7, to Stanage in the morning - after a stop at the Outside cafe in Hathersage of course - lunch back in the cafe with a pause for E to buy new "light" walking boots / shoes1, and D to buy new rock shoes. And then pm back to Stanage. We were fairly casual about it all and by no means pushing for as much climbing as possible; we had a long lunch hour and more than an hour's sunlight left when we headed home. One minor note: the Popular End carpark is now on RingGo. Unordered pix are here, but I didn't take many. This is all at or near Leaning Buttress.

Morning

GPS. We warmed up on Chockstone Direct S 4a, which I lead (it's the obvious line 2-3 m to the left of D in this pic). We would have done a VDish thing, had one been conveniently available, but S was a good grade to start as it turned out; E and D followed. Then D leads us up Armchair Buccaneer  HVS 5a, which again was a good choice. D has done very little trad leading, but the route takes friends and he managed to get them in, and with his reach and strength he had more margin on some of the sections I found close to my limits. E however found it a little beyond her limits. I notice that UKC votes it E1 5b.

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Afternoon

GPS. D wanted something harder so top roped an E1 5b, Easter Rib, in his new shoes. E and I did the nice line of April Crack HS 4b and then Right-hand Trinity S 4b which has an awkward bulge at 2/3 height.

Here's D again, on his 5b, at the point where he has strayed a bit too far left off the rib onto a blank section. The woman in pale blue is in April crack; E is seen at the top belaying D. Hargreaves' Original VS 4c goes up the face further left. I slightly regret not trying that... maybe next time.

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And then home; back around 9 after an uneventful drive.

Notes

1. For the low low price of £240, gadzooks.

Saturday, 22 March 2025

Book review: The Lion of Comarre and Against the Fall of Night, and Earthlight

PXL_20250322_095938157 Two rather low-grade Arthur C. Clarks. Both have an unfortunate combination of not-terribly-interesting storylines, combined with his rather clunky writing.

The Lion of Comarre is a sort-of very early prequel to The City and the Stars, and Against the Fall of Night is I think effectively an early draft of TCATS (both, at wiki). I didn't read much of ATFON, to tell you the truth. As to TLOC: we're around the year 2600 or perhaps later, but not far-future; the world is somewhat bland and has ceased to advance scientifically (although weirdly at one point a science-y guy says "oh of course in 50 years we'll have an interstellar drive", as though that kind of thing could possibly be predicted, never mind) and Our Hero goes off to find the Mysterious Lost City of Comarre where his near-genetic-equal genius-engineer forebear was last seen. Finding the MLCOC turns out to be trivially easy; he goes in and discovers that everyone is asleep in machine-produced consensual dreams. Being a total clown he attempts to awaken the sleepers, and discovers to his astonishment that the withered old men prefer the world of dreams where they are young and virile again; who could possibly have guessed? Certainly not Our Hero. After that he leaves, having been saved from the Robot Boss's grasp by the aforementioned Lion, who otherwise takes minimal part in the story. And so Our Hero goes back to the world, clutching his forebear's notebook of last projects, fired by enthusiasm to excel, or something.

Earthlight features a lunar observatory, and Our Hero is now a security agent masquerading as an accountant, sent to discover who is leaking info to the Federation (of outer planets) who are not very happy with Earth hogging all the heavy metals. As you would expect, girls put punch cards into the computers while men do all the story. In the end, Earth is mining nearby (why?) and puts its "fortress" in the same place (why?) and when the Federation decide to attack the Earth outposts on the Moon, they inexplicably choose to attack the strongest point, FFS why? There's a dead exciting space battle which wiki tells me is modelled on ("in homage to") E. E. Doc Smith, who did these things better. Clarke arranges that both sides, effectively, lose; they reflect deeply upon this and decide that being nice in the future is a much better idea and disappear off to the stars hand in hand. There's a desperately-exciting space-rescue towards the end which is carefully arranged to need people to breathe vacuum for a bit; I skipped that as I've read it a zillion times elsewhere, but perhaps it was new then.

Tuesday, 18 March 2025

Book review: the War with Hannibal

PXL_20250317_095259993A classic - look it even says so - a portion of Livy's History of Rome. Not being a scholar I forget the exact details but much of this is sourced to the lost works of Polybius; and the introduction and various footnotes are somewhat sniffy about Livy's qualities; but I'll take it all as read. Much like Thucydides he has at suitable moments inserted speeches from the generals, or the senate, and it seems like that these are "what he felt should have been said at that point" rather than actual verbatim reports.

As well as the actual battle reports he tells us every year about the election of the new consuls, and aediles, and so on; which the Romans faithfully did all throughout the war; and how they got their commands - via decision in the Senate, or by lot, or by agreement - and this all gives the impression of a well-ordered republic that even at times of stress, when the rules needed to be adapted, it was all done according to rules. We don't see this from the Carthaginian side. Oh, and they took their signs-and-portents very seriously.

The history is very much one of battles, with a few notes about one side or another ravaging the countryside, and sometimes being short of grain. But what one sees is both sides constantly raising fresh troops, although I get a slight impression that the Romans are more raising their own, whereas the Carthaginians are raising Spanish and Gauls and Numidians and so on. So my suspicion is that the Roman state was just bigger, and more productive, and that an economic history would make this much clearer. Somewhat in the way that economics, and the vast USAnian productivity, would tell you that the USA was going to win the Pacific war in WWII without actually having to look at the details. Livy always counts armies by total number of troops, foot and horse separately. Sometimes he notes that some were raw troops, or peasants pressed into service. But usually he just goes by numbers. I'm curious if the commanders thought that way, too. But they must have been aware that veteran well-armed-and-armoured legionnaires would destroy many times their number of peasants.

So the story goes: Hannibal, starting in Spain, with a lust for glory (Livy lavishes praise upon Hannibal's qualities as a general - possibly in part to excuse Roman failures - but calls him cruel, treacherous and faithless as a person), attacks a random Roman city in Spain then crosses the Alps with great hardship into Italy. Note that he doesn't do this as a surprise attack - the Romans are fully aware he has crossed, though not his exact track - but, oddly, as the easiest way to get there. I completely don't understand why he didn't go by ship. Anyway: once there, he decisively defeats several Roman armies and may have been only a short hesitation away from taking Rome itself. But he does hesitate, and after that, even though he wanders around Italy for years - indeed, more than a decade - variously taking and losing cities and battles and ending up for no obvious reason all the way down in Bruttium, he seems to become largely irrelevant. He isn't the only Carth general - there's Mago, and more than one Hasdrubal - but as the title hints, he is the main one, in a way that isn't matched on the Roman side.

I thought that "Hannibal crosses the Alps" was most of the story but no: that is only chapter one. In subsequent chapters - the book is arranged by years, this is convenient as the Roman commanders change with the years - we go back to the war in Spain, which ebbs and flows, with Roman consul-lead armies getting destroyed and re-created, and in the end Scipio Africanus-to-be comes in and kicks the Carthaginians out. As a sub plot there's action in the East too, with Philip being encouraged to cause trouble by the Carths, but all that generally seems to fizzle out. And then in the end, Scipio crosses to Africa - which finally pulls Hannibal out of Italy, since they now need him to save Carthage - and wins. This BTW is the second not the third Punic war, so Carthage is merely captured, not destroyed, and peace is made.

Speaking of peace: a strong lesson from all this - and it's the same from the Peloponesian war - is that the side that is winning never wants to make peace. At various points the Romans are on the ropes, and so at that point the Carths are all gungo-ho; and then later the Carths sue for peace - and actually the Romans give them an armistice, but it breaks down, and the Romans crush them. Although individuals on either side have enough foresight to say "we're doing well now, let's not risk everything, we should agree to peace", the weight of opinion always overrides these sane voices.

In terms of war, the lesson - also hammered home in Ceasar's stuff - is that poor generals can get a lot of people killed. "poor" usually means rash, or careless; but it sometimes means over-cautious.

Life was pretty grim back then, and I suspect most of the soldiering took place under circumstances that we would nowadays consider intolerable, much like Sherman's marches in the US civil war. Livy reports with little comment that, when cities were captured, any Roman deserters captured were crucified. So lots of other stuff we'd consider terrible probably isn't even mentioned.

Saturday, 15 March 2025

Book review: the Clocks

markup_1000030520 Another Christie. Quite good I think, but nonetheless I shall pick at flaws. We're back in the usual Christie-like England: secretarial bureau, rows of houses, detective inspectors and so on. Foreign intrudes (spoilers) in the source of the money to drive the plot - in a burst of invention the money is now Canadian instead of that old staple, the Americans - and in the source of Spying to drive the, ermm, sub-plot as it turns out to be. That's one of the disappoinments: the sub-plot turns out to be entirely disconnected to the real plot.

Anyway, someone is murdered, it isn't clear who he is. By bizarre coincidence "Colin Lamb" (who may be the same as “Adam Goodman” of Cat Among the Pigeons), is in the neighbourhood at the time, looking for spies. He has the usual scrap of paper from a predecessor telling him it's number 61; and the murder occurs at number 19; and somehow he fails to realise what I did instantly, that if you turn the paper over then... however, that's just a red herring, because while Miss Pebmarsh gets done for spying right at the end, that has nothing to do with the plot and is merely an excuse for CL being on scene. So that's deffo a defect.

The real plot I think works, almost entirely. And the manner of it being dreamt up I like. And the second-wife bit is nice.

The thing wrong, though, is the money. This is a significant inheritance from a rich man and yet our builder doesn't choose to move; or stop his business work. Even more mysteriously Miss Martindale continues to run her agency. I don't think that's believable. I think it works in Christie's mind because the inheritance is to her just a plot element; it isn't something you're supposed to try and use.

Minor: when Edna almost talked to the detective, and then once again, saying "well I don't think that could be true" I knew instantly that she would be killed. And lo, she was. Chsitie has used that too often. And there's also the rather improbable actually-being-prepared-to-strangle-someone-in-public, which is dubious. Ditto the third death. Indeed the "first death carefully planned, second and third deaths less so" is a bit of a recurring trope; and something of a poor reflection on Poirot: obviously he could not prevent the first death, but he could if he was quicker stop #2 and #3.

Friday, 28 February 2025

Book review: Elephants Can Remember

Screenshot_20250221-152915 Christie / Poirot again. Not her finest I fear; indeed, as a detective story rather poor; but as a book to read, not bad. Wiki is not kind: According to The Cambridge Guide to Women's Writing in English, this novel is one of the "execrable last novels" in which Christie "loses her grip altogether". I don't think it is quite that bad.

I shall not trouble you with the plot, only the flaws in it. The chief one is that there are identical twin sisters in it; in a mystery novel, this inevitably means that they get swapped, and alas "the mad rejected one pushed the nice one over the cliff" is all to obvious a solution. So much so that it is inconcievable that the police at the time didn't consider it. Did they, for example, take fingerprints or consider dental records to establish identity? This isn't even mentioned, because it can't be, because if it was ever mentioned even the dullest reader would find it obvious.

The bit with the dog was better and more subtle. I pat myself on the back that I got that too. I didn't get the "general decides to kill sister in law out of duty and self out of honour" bit, party because that bit is arbitrary. An alternative, darker, and perhaps non-AC motive would have been after the wife's death he decided to have a fling with his sister in law - frightfully attractive filly and all that - and then felt guilt. The finding the wife, having been pushed off and hit with rocks, and her being not quite dead, but instead of rushing for the doctor they stop to listen to her extended dying words, isn't plausible.

The bits - heavily, painfully, frequently repeated - about the four wigs are odd. They were identical twins; the housekeeper was of poor eyesight; did it also really need a wig or two for the diguise? I feel this bit was poorly thought out; possibly even an element not properly worked in; maybe it seemed good at the start and she couldn't be bothered to re-write it.

I think it implausible that our good general would not have left a suicide note - he would have known full well that suicides normally do, and he is trying to make it appear as such; well, in fact it is. I also think it unlikely he wouldn't have left an envelope with his solicitors, to be delivered to the children when they reach maturity.

Thursday, 20 February 2025

Book review: the Grand Titration

PXL_20250219_203241206This is a collection of essays by Joseph Needham about science in China and the West. The nominal question to be answered is "why, given that in ye olde dayes, China was like ZOMG much more tech than the West, how come it didn't invent modern science?". But in practice much more space is given to convincing us that ZOMG those antient chinks were well up there maaan.

Oh dear, am I revealing my prejudices?

There's a pretty scathing review in Science from 1970 which says quite a bit of what I wanted to say, but perhaps more authoritatively.

Before I get into lengthy quotations, let me say a bit about how badly he establishes his core concern, which is (I am paraphrasing, I hope you understand) that "everything" in the West was really invented in China. His method of doing this is to notice that the Chinese had, say, clocks, quite early on; that the West had better clocks later, and then to say or imply or infer that Western clock tech comes from China. But what he never does is prove any transmission; or really make any effort to demonstrate.

There's another issue, which is that in most cases he is talking more about tech than science. Bureaucracy isn't greatly threatened by tech; people making better ink or an improved lock-gate aren't a threat; it's the people wondering about the stars who need to be controlled.

Let's quote some of JN:
So we come to the fundamental question, why did modern science not arise in China? The key probably lies in the four factors: geographical, hydrological, social and economic. All explanations in terms of the dominance of Confucian philosophy, for instance, may be ruled out at the start, for they only invite the further question, why was Chinese civilization such that Confucian philosophy did dominate. Economic historians such as Wu Ta-Khun, Chi Chhao-Ting and Wittfogel, tell us that though Chinese and European feudalism were not unlike, when feudalism decayed in China, it gave place to an economic and social system totally different from anything in Europe: not mercantile, still less industrial, capitalism, but a special form which may be called Asiatic bureaucratism, or bureaucratic feudalism. As we have already seen above, the rise of the merchant class to power, with their slogan of democracy, was the indispensable accompaniment and sine qua non of the rise of modern science in the west. But in China the scholar-gentry and their bureaucratic feudal system always effectively prevented the rise to power or seizure of the State by the merchant class, as happened elsewhere.
So his answer is the China got bureaucracy, Europe got merchantile democracy. Or said another way:
This is the background, then, which alone enables us to say that there was no modern science in China because there was no democracy. Democracy of a sort there was, in so far as (in many dynasties at any rate) it was possible for a boy of whatever origin to become a great scholar (the village neighbours might club together to provide a tutor for him) and so take a high place in the official bureaucracy. Democratic, too, was the absence of hereditary positions of lordship, and democratic was, and still is, the psychological attitude of the commons within whom the four 'classes' (scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants) interchanged with considerable fluidity among one another. It explains the utter lack of the servility so noticeable in other peoples of the eastern hemisphere. But that particular sort of democracy associated with the rise of the merchants to power, that revolutionary democracy associated with the consciousness of technological change, that Christian, individualistic and representative democracy with all its agitating activity, which characterized the New Model Army, the Army of the Marseillaise, the Minute Men, the Floating Republic, the Dorset Martyrs, the Communards, the Sailors of Invergordon and Kronstadt, and the Motor-Cycle Battalions which took the Winter Palace that China never knew until our own day.
(note we can tell from this that democracy is a good thing, because JN feels obliged to pretend that China had it). But note that he is uneasy in his explanation: is it democracy, is it merchants? And why are all of his "applications" military? More on the Chinese system:
There is probably no other culture in the world where the conception of the civil service has become so deeply rooted. I myself had no idea of it when I first went to China, but you can find it everywhere there, even in the folk-lore. Instead of stories about heroes and heroines becoming kings or princesses, as in Europe, in China it is always a matter of taking a high place in the examina-tions and rising in the bureaucracy, or marrying an important official. This was, of course, the only way in which to acquire wealth. There is a famous saying (current till recently) that in order to accumulate wealth you must enter the civil service and rise to high rank (Ta kuan fa tshai). The accumulation of wealth by the bureaucracy was the basis of the phenomenon often described by Western people in China as 'graft', 'squeeze', and so on, and of which so many complained. The attitude of Westerners, however, has been prejudiced by the fact that in Europe religion and moral uprightness had a historical connection with that quantitative book-keeping and capitalism which had no counter-part in China. At no time in Chinese history were the members of the mandarinate paid a proper salary, as we should think natural in the West. There were constant efforts to do so, decrees were always being issued, but in point of fact it was never done, and the reason is probably because the Chinese never had a full money economy.
It really doesn't take much to realise that a society where the highest ambition is to be an arts-side bureaucrat isn't going to get scientific flourishing. And
There cannot be much doubt (as we can now see) that the failure of the rise of the merchant class to power in the State lies at the basis of the inhibition of the rise of modern science in Chinese society. What the exact connection was between early modern science and the merchants is of course a point not yet fully elucidated. Not all the sciences seem to have the same direct con-nection with mercantile activity. For instance, astronomy had been brought to quite a high level in China. It was an orthodox' science there because the regulation of the calendar was a matter of intense interest to the ruling authority. From ancient times the acceptance of the calendar promulgated by the Emperor had been a symbol of submission to him. On account of a great sensitivity to the 'prognosticatory' aspect of natural phenomena, the Chinese had amassed long series of observations on things which had not been studied at all in the West, for example auroras. Records of sun-spots had been kept by the Chinese, who must have observed them through thin slices of jade or some similar translucent material, long before their very existence was suspected in the West. It was the same with eclipses, which were supposed to have a fortunate or antagonistic effect on dynastic events. Then there were the 'unorthodox' sciences, for example alchemy and chemistry, which were always associated with Tao-ism. Neither astronomy nor chemistry could enter the modern phase, however, in the Chinese environment.
You can't trust him on the details, of course. He asserts that "astronomy had been brought to quite a high level in China" but what he means is observations. Their theory was utterly deficient; they weren't even interested enough to ask.

And that's a good place to segue into a congruent but distinct view, which I get from Popper, Conjectures and Refutations: that the Key Insight, which the antient Greeks provided, was criticism. The idea that you created theories of how the world was, but others were allowed to criticise and scutinise, and propose better. You see immeadiately that kind of attitude fits well with merchantile democracy, and very poorly with bureaucracy of any stripe.

In a way, we're back to the similar "why poverty?" question. The answer is "you don't need to explain poverty; it is the natural state". Similarly "why ignorance?". And so "why no science?" gets the same answer: that's the default. You have to be special to get science.

Monday, 17 February 2025

Book review: Murder in Mesopotamia

PXL_20250216_141436558 See wiki. The usual group of suspects is gathered in isolation at a dig in Iraq. I rather liked this, and enjoyed reading it. The denoument is pleasing in that it preserves symmetry: usually inevitably we have to break symmetry as one of a set of carefully balanced candidates is selected.

But it is terribly flawed, I think in ways that we might think of "yes I accept that because it is in a detective book". So Posner is a convicted German spy, but escapes, unlike every other such. He then has the bizarre misfortunte to coincidentally die in a train crash. And then mysteriously becomes sufficiently expert in archaeology, despite a total lack of training, as to become eminent; he (I think this was the idea) acquires the identity of someone else in the crash, and somehow none of the people that ever knew him recognise the change. Meanwhile, his own wife doesn't recognise him.

Turning now to the murder, it turns out that a heavy stone had been dropped onto her head. This is a desperately unreliable way of killing someone, so much so that it would be a mad plan. But more, if you've stuck your head out of a window, and someone drops a heavy stone on your head, then there will be a wound underneath, where your neck has hit the windowsill; not to mention blood on the windowsill; but in the book there isn't. As to the second murder, I think it implausible that poor J really necked an entire glass of acid in the middle of the night; sipping it is far more plausible; and once again it is a desperately unreliable way of killing anyone1.

Meanwhile, the obvious possibility that "someone dropped a rope from the roof and let someone up" is completely ignored.

On the trivia scale: we are given a careful plan of the house, and which room everyone is in. Naturally, it must all be neat and tidy, and it is: there are workrooms, living room and such, and everyone has their own bedroom. Including nurse L. Even though she only arrived a week ago, the house mysteriously grew another room for her.

One more thing: we are told that no-one could possibly have got through the barred windows; and so of course we accept this, as part of the fixed stars of the plot. Then she is killed by a pot dropped on her head as it sticks out of the window through the bars, and technically this isn't cheating, as it is possible to do this even if you couldn't climb through. But nonetheless I think it is not reasonable that people would have been certain that no-one could climb through - what about a small man, or boy - if the gap is large enough to permit a head? And remember these were bars, not a grille.

Notes


1. We're also back, somewhat unfairly because obviously it would spoil the book, at the "why not fail gracefully?" problem. Suppose you've killed your wife, who you both love and hate; and on-site is yer Famous Belgian Detective. When faced with the choice of fess up, or go on a killing spree (with the inevitable problem that you're spewing out yet more clues, and increasingly unlikely to escape), slaughtering your best friend... wouldn't you more likely just confess?

Tuesday, 11 February 2025

You! I wanna take you to a towbar!

PXL_20250211_121537049 I wanted to get a towbar, trailering for the purposes of. I ended up going to Towbar Express, or rather they ended up coming to me, since they do it on your driveway. It took about 2-3 hours, and cost about £700, for the 13-pin connector, and a detachable "swan neck" type.

Pic: the detatched towbar itself. Quite heavy. It comes with keys for locking it once in place. The "green" indicator is "locked in place" I think; it twists, to insert or remove.

Not easily seen from that pic: the plastic cover under the bumper needs a hole cut for the towbar to peek out of. Here is the bloke cutting said hole, having taken off the plastic to work on it. Distant view. Here's a pic with the bar removed, note plastic dirt-protector in the socket.

All this went without problem, and towing to Norwich was fine. Trivia: the car complained a couple of times that "ACC" was unavailable... I think this was it struggling a bit on cruise control up some of the hills.

Note that I ended up with a six foot length of metal that used to be where the towbar is. I'm keeping it for a year or two, then will probably throw it away, since I don't ever expect to remove the towbar fitting. If you knew you didn't want it, you'd probably have to pre-warn them to take it away, I don't suppose they want it either.

Book review: Funeral in Berlin

PXL_20250211_112359528 Funeral in Berlin is perhaps the classic of the early Deightons. Wiki says: Funeral in Berlin is a 1964 spy novel by Len Deighton set between Saturday 5 October and Sunday 10 November 1963. It was the third of Deighton's novels about an unnamed British agent. It was preceded by The IPCRESS File (1962) and Horse Under Water (1963), and followed by Billion-Dollar Brain (1966).

My pic is of my copy; I don't think I'm responsible for the ink blot. Note that there are no submachine guns in the book.

The plot concerns a nominal attempt to arrrange the defection of a soviet scientist; but actually to recover valuables in a Swiss account owned by Broum; but who is Broum? The plot consists of Our Hero exploring the situation and gradually unravelling a genuinely interesting story.

Sometimes there's an impression of individually written scenes not totally fitting together. For example the Hendaye bit: it is all very nice, but it isn't clear how he, Vulkan or Steele got there from Berlin; or indeed why Vulkan went there instead of directly to Spain. But mostly the joins are not too obvious, and certainly on first reading it flows by; all rather confusing, but becomes clear at the end.

The interviews with death camp survivors works I think; and the whole evocation of that not-long-post WWII period also works. The world-weary spy going along with the naive young bunnies also works; the relationship with Stok is perhaps just a little too chummy, but can be excused; and Stok is a good character; indeed the book is full of them.

Thursday, 6 February 2025

Book review: Cat Among the Pigeons

PXL_20250125_170851772 Cat Among the Pigeons is a Christie. Wiki will tell you about it. It is, meh, OK I guess; fun enough to read but nothing more.

The story background - revolution in an unspecified middle eastern kingdom, and some missing jewels - is all a bit hackneyed but at least it isn't rich Americans. The setting of a country girl's school is nice although it does feel like a very small school.

Once the fundamental premise is accepted, British Intelligence does a rather poor job: three teachers are slaughtered, and a four badly wounded possibly fatally at the end, despite their having a man on the scene at all times.

I didn't guess the answer, at least in part because I wasn't trying very hard. But AS's succession of short jobs, and a conveniently sick mother, was arousing even my suspicions.

What was never explained was the implausible coincidence of someone just happening to be in the hotel room next door out in Ramat. I think something is needed there; it would have to be something around AS spying on Bob or the like... meh, I'm not sure. Quite what AS was supposed to be doing out there is never specified. Also, as a supposedly pro international hit woman, I'm a bit suspicious about single-shot-to-kill; wouldn't std.practice be a couple more shots: it is surely hard to be certain, especially in the dark.

The "Miss Blanche was killed when she attempted to blackmail the killer" red herring is a bit dodgy too: Miss B is extorting loadsamoney, and yet a hired killer isn't obviously rich - if you were, why would you stay in the job - but is obviously dangerous.

At the end, AS shoots Chaddy and as she lies possibly mortally wounded - but happily silent - on the floor Poirot goes into a long spiel explaining the situation. Once that important matter is over Chaddy can be attended to. We also learn that Chaddy killed Miss V by hitting her with a sandbag, an astonishing feat for an old woman which no-one remarks on. One thinks of the oh-so-many other novels when characters manage to merely knock out others with a sandbag, and yet here death occurs on the first blow. What's more, there's a convenient golf club nearby, the supposed murder weapon, and yet a complete absence of any pathologist's report into blood, or matted hair, on the golf club; or anything about the indentation in the head. So what this really is, is a badly done red herring.

The abduction of Shaista is a better red herring; I had S tagged as the killer, and still think it would have been better if she had been.

Saturday, 25 January 2025

Christmas 2024

Christmas 2024 was the now standard pattern: to Ma for a few days; home; to Mfd+J to New Years Eve.

It was the usual pleasant time; I won't analyse it in any detail, just pull out some pix. The full set is here.

The children around the tree. Mother's tree in the front garden.

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Christmas day meal was as ever. The bringing of the pudding. Mother in state. The Rulez. My morning half in just under 2 hours, alone this time.

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Boxing Day to RNLT for lunch then a walk around the mystical Five Standing Stones of MuW. Photo by M (proof she came). It was all too much for some.

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On the Saturday we went home we were going to Parkrun but it was closed-for-mud. So we did our own. Finish order: D, Toby <gap>, me, Lara <gap>, Rob, Miranda. Nina went over the fields with the dogs.

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Our faithful cat was waiting at home to greet us.

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DE and I walked to Ely and the cathedral on a cold frosty but lovely day that was so cold people were skating. E and I didn't find time for the Backs because she is a busy little thing, but I did scull.

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For New Year's Eve to Mfd+J. And in the end, Mfd+J finished the puzzle. Indeed, the Ely walk was after NYD, but I think the puzzle makes a nicer last pic.

Jigsaw

Thursday, 23 January 2025

New rope

PXL_20250121_173718464 Our ropes are rather old. We were climbing on them in '93, so more than three decades. They still look fine, and I'm still trusting my life to them1, but perhaps it is time to start thinking of renewing our infrastructure. So, I bought an Edelrid Skimmer Eco Dry 7.1mm x 50m in Icemint for £127.50 from Rock+Run.

I bought it online unseen and unfelt, because AFAIK no Cambridge shop stocks ropes or indeed any other climbing gear any more.

I chose it mostly on weight: it is a 7.1 mm half rope and weighs 36 g/m; according to Edelrid it is The thinnest and lightest half rope on the market. I would have preferred a colour more distinct from the deeper patterned blue I already have, but the only other option was black, which I thought would be hard to see.

As you can just about see from this, it is marked as a half rope.

Disappointingly, they aren't nearly as slinky as the existing blue, which I think was a Calanques (see this review which considers them outstanding for handling, so maybe they are exceptional).

New slings


We managed to leave my favourite long sling (the red-and-gold one) somewhere in the Ecrins, I think. And so I bought some more.

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These are Mammut Contact Slings Dyneema 8 mm, 120 mm, £12 each. I realisied as I bought them that I didn't actually know how long a long sling is, having always bought them on sight before.

Notes


1. They have had very few falls, because I'm fairly cowardly. And of course they've had a rather long gap in use while the infants were infants. I think there is little genuine info on how long ropes really last - see e.g. this thread - but the answers appear to be "inspect for damage" and they're fine from that viewpoint.

Refs


Wednesday, 22 January 2025

Book review: Horse Under Water

PXL_20250119_155455507 Horse Under Water (1963) is the second of several Len Deighton spy novels featuring an unnamed British intelligence officer. It was preceded by The IPCRESS File and followed by Funeral in Berlin, says wiki.

For some reason most likely related to the order in which I read things when young, it isn't on my "classic" list up with IPCRESS, Spy Story and Funeral in Berlin. But actually it is just as good. It has much the same mix of plot twists, real-seeming spywork, interesting locations, snappy dialogue, and somewhat irritating "the sky was like a lemon in a martini" sort of descriptions, though sometimes it works - "Cats sat around with their hands in their pockets and stared insolently back into the headlight beams".

The interesting location here is a fishing village in Portugal during the Salazar dictatorship; probably even more exotic in those days before common travel and limited information.

As to the plot, I think it works. The buoy is implausibly clever, though; they just didn't have that tech in those days, let alone the ability for it to continue to work for a decade; indeed radio underwater essentially doesn't work.

And the constant revision of what the thing was in the boat that was of interest works well.

The canister that they recovered though: that was empty, as-in not-full-of-water: would it really have stayed that way for a decade? Indeed buoyancy would have jammed it against the ceiling, making it easy to find, but perhaps quite hard to move; indeed, would it have collapsed under pressure? I think that's ignored.

Saturday, 18 January 2025

Book review: the Unforsaken Hiero

PXL_20250118_132337663Per Hiero Desteen was alone, weaponless and without food or water, facing the unknown perils of the desert in this grim world, five thousand years after the holocaust known as The Death says Goodreads, and yes The Unforsaken Hiero is one of those sort of books. The area is the US / Canadian border, the Great Lakes, whatever. Millenia have passed, animals and people have evolved in convenient ways, people live in the conventional mediaeval state and so on. I don't know what is in volume one, but in volume two Our Hero and his associates triumph over the terrible evil of the Unclean.

Trivia: Our Hero's miraculous mind powers become inconvenient fairly early on, because with them he is too powerful and plots just wouldn't work, so it is arranged for them to be conveniently removed, whilst quite implausibly leaving him alive.

Trivia: this was apparently to be the middle volume of a trilogy, which probably explains the rather thin end of the my-wife's-kingdom plotline, which all rather happens offscreen. But I do object to the trope of nearly-everyone-except-the-heroine-gets-slaughtered; too many authors think like maniacal despots and think nothing of killing off spear carriers.

There's nothing too engaging about the writing quality, so by the end I was skipping bits because it was convenient to finish it.

Wednesday, 15 January 2025

Book review: Shogun

FB_IMG_1735892879617 We watched Shōgun (2024 TV series) and I bought M the book for Christmas; this post is about the book. She didn't get very far - it is 1k+ pages. Wiki says Shōgun is a 1975 historical novel by author James Clavell that chronicles the end of Japan’s Azuchi-Momoyama period (1568-1600) and the dawn of the Edo period (1603-1868). Loosely based on actual events and figures, Shōgun narrates how European interests and internal conflicts within Japan brought about the Shogunate restoration and that seems true enough. That page also has a historical accuracy section which though brief is incisive; my feeling is that an awful lot more is wrong; mostly I think that the whole thing represents a naive gosh-this-is-Japanese-culture kind of attitude; the emphasis on honour and so I think is overdone.

Although Blackstone is the key figure in the book - pretty well everything is shown from his viewpoint - his actual role in events is quite small. He saves Toranaga a couple of times, but so might any close retainer; he represents a fleet-in-not-quite-being threat to the Portugese "Black Ship" but not any actual threat; and so on. His main function is to mindlessly object to every tiny cultural difference he is presented with.

In the 2024 TV series Toronaga is generally presented as cunningly working out his plan (although mostly by being blank faced and staring off into the distance) which eventually does work out. In the book it is much clearer that he is winging it: repeatedly delaying on the off chance that something will turn up. This is in some ways less inspiring, but then again it makes his desire to avoid wasting vast number of lives clearer.

Overall, the book is too long. It really doesn't have 1k+ pages of things to say. But it is mostly well enough written though with occasional tells; for example, putting a mute as the lookout is kinda wacky.

Wiki thinks that the book is telling us that the samurai way is superior to the West. But the samurai acceptance of death is propped up by the Shinto belief in rebirth after 40 days. Without that, you can't have the culture. He mostly handles the rigidly caste-based culture by hiding the lower classes from us; they seldom do anything other than bow head-to-the-ground when their superiors go by. And in the end their system fell part in the face of superior Yankee tech.

Thursday, 9 January 2025

New thin RonHill coat

PXL_20250104_143706767 Following the wild excitement of a new coat, I also bought - on a whim, I was in John Lewis, and Rob had Strava'ed about his running coat - this thing (link to labels).

It is an "Rh-005218 Mens Core Bk".

And also some thin black silky running gloves.

It is black, with no reflective patches, so I'm not sure I ever plan to run in it. But it was nice and slinky.