Thursday, 23 October 2008

Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut

I remember what led me to my first Vonnegut book. I was at Kino (bookstore of choice) and was browsing the 'Recommended Titles' section when I saw Armageddon in Retrospect, Vonnegut's posthumous collection of stories. The picture on the back was an old man, a character who lived his life the way he wanted it to be. Someone who cared about the world, yet didn't give a fuck about many other things. That was my interpretation anyway. Take a look at the picture for yourself, then read his wiki page, and marvel at this whimsical man.

Coming back to the book, Cat's Cradle is going to be tough to summarise. I realised that as I was relating the book to my friend, and my convoluted summary did nothing but elicit a puzzled "huh?" from her. The irony is that Cat's Cradle, like all of Vonnegut's works, is written in his trademark crisp & concise style.

So....I'm going to pass on the synopsis of the book for this one. It would take me at least 400 words to get it right, and even then, you might still end up confused. Here's the wiki link instead.
I enjoyed Cat's Cradle immensely, and I'm floored by his crispier than cuttlefish writing and his fun and capricious plot. Good stuff. 8 out of 10 ninja slashes.

"The Dark Side of the Sun" by Terry Pratchett

Reading "The Dark Side of the Sun" (shortened to "DSS") reminded me of why I sworn off sci-fi in the first place. I have no patience following plotlines that revolve around different species of life form, some whose intelligence is off the charts and some who are rated sub-par.

Add a bumbling hero whose destiny was determined by p-maths (read: probability maths) but actually bucked the trend by not dying on the anointed day as calculated by his dear father, and you have a convoluted mess that's terribly hard to follow (or maybe I just refused to follow because as G likes to point out, after all I am the one who said I liked TH's Snow White & the 7 Dwarves, whose convoluteness is off the charts!), even when the book is actually not thick to begin with.

Still, it was a Terry Pratchett book, so for the parts that I managed to understand, I did find myself chuckling at Isaac, Dom (the hero)'s super-intelligent robot's smart mouth.

I checked out the book thinking that it was one of the DiscWorld series, but finished it just because it was there. For that, it comes as no surprise that my rating for this book is only 2.5 out of 5 stars.

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King, featuring the 7 volumes:

I. The Gunslinger
II. The Drawing of the Three
III. The Waste Lands
IV. Wizard and Glass
V. Wolves of the Calla
VI. Song of Susannah
VII. The Dark Tower

As reading durations go, finishing King's series was a long time coming. I make it about 2 years since I picked up Gunslinger to the day I finished The Dark Tower, being a couple of days ago.

I won't go too much into the plot; excellent synopsis and information about the series are available here and here.

Widely recognised by the majority as King's epic series, what's less known about it is that King started this magnum opus at the age of 19 and finished it 22 years later -- almost the length of the entire writing career!

Personally, I think the entire series is a reflection of how his writing style and capabilities as a skilled writer has evolved. When I first started on (I), the storyline was simple enough, focusing on Roland Deschain and the pursuit of his enemy. Roland's ultimate quest is to see the Dark Tower (what he actually wants to do when he gets there, he doesn't know).

Along the way, "ka", the concept of destiny is introduced, and "ka-tet" - the band of gunslingers that Roland plucks from different points in history and is in a way the apotheosis of all the gunslingers that have died before them in Roland's quest for the Dark Tower - is formed. The "ka-tet" in its current manifestation comprises: Jake, Susannah, Eddie and Oy.

The concept of parallel worlds, and the one true world is also introduced further in the series. King's skill in pulling together the threads of this various worlds, and interweaving real-life instances of history into the account adds verisimilitude to a fantasy world that is gritty and takes no survivors (leastwise the faint-hearted). The many parallel worlds become battlegrounds for these gunslingers to take on the enemies that the Crimson King has sent, in his bid to stop Roland from reaching the Dark Tower and putting a stop to his destruction of the world.

By the time I got to (VII), I couldn't wait to get to the ending to see if Roland eventually fulfils his quest, that was how hooked I was on this series.

Complex, absorbing and totally satisfying, those are the few words I have to describe the book.

Geek rating: 4 out of 5.

Monday, 13 October 2008

"On Photography" by Susan Sontag


At 20, when I was told to read one of the essays in this book as reading material for visual communications class, I never fully understood Sontag's erudite essay on photography and surrealism. Notwithstanding, it left enough of an indelible impression for me to think about it from time to time over the years, mentally categorised as one of the "books I will (remember to) read" in future.

Now, years later, having read the entire book, I must confess that I still do not entirely grasp Sontag's panoramic and thought-provoking discourse on photography. Though, for the things that I do understand, I must say that Sontag's views put forth in this volume carry a remarkable lucidity on the topic, making me "see" photography in many different lights.

"On Photography" (henceforth shortened to "OP") is not a book teaching you how to take better pictures, improve your technical knowledge of what goes into your camera etc. For that, numerous volumes abound today in the market, and they have the advantage of currency over OP to boot.

Written in 1977, OP offered a different view of photography in the modern world that to a large extent still holds true today. Below are some that I remember (& understand).

Photography as an art

In one of OP's essays, Sontag discussed photography's claims as an art form vis-à-vis painting, how whether the word "art" should be applied to a product -- the "photograph". Painting, as the yardstick for this comparison, is most definitely reckoned "art", because each artist interprets the surroundings and renders them on canvas in a vision that is entirely his. Hence the question: a photograph, can it be considered art, if 2 different cameras apply the same setting in the same light condition, with identical range, shutter speed (etc) to capture the same landscape will give you almost-identical pictures? Sontag argues that it is art, because the choice of the object (when one presses the shutter) is in fact an interpretation, even if the interpretation is rendered into image form by virtue of a mechanical device, the camera.

Photography's uses: as a ritualistic activity, as an emotional shield

The advent of the camera and its subsequent accessibility gave rise to many observations about modern society. One pertained to the ritualistic act of taking photos. For the American family, photo taking became a regular "to-do" at family gatherings, weddings to mark the occasion, the resultant photographs occupying an important place in the recounting of family history with the passage of time. This may sound obvious, but then once has to reckon with the fact that before the ubiquity of cameras, each adult probably only has one or two images of himself in his lifetime!

Sontag also mentioned that for more regimented (???) societies such as Japan (if I remember correctly), the camera became an obsession during travel, a way of mechanically clicking at the world without having to juggle or manage one's reactions of the new sights/culture/people. The mantra literally becomes: take picture. Click. Move on to next object.

Inherent in photography's commoditisation is also the phenomenon of desensitisation/ trivialisation. Photography allowed one to view, at a distance, the unusual and the suffering. The full gamut of emotions is mediated, bringing to mind, McLuhan's famous dictum "The medium is the message". The reaction to images is therefore vicarious, lived second hand, and therefore muted.

Photography as representation of truth; photography in context

Does a photograph speak true? Always? Many would think so, but stop and think, Sontag cautions. Remember the same photo that accompany news articles in the different newspapers, how different captions give a completely different take to the story?

Therein lies photography's paradox. While it can be used as a representation of truth -- think x-rays, photographic evidence at a crime scene -- it also dissembles, because a photograph can never capture the whole essence of the scene's ongoings at the exact moment the shutter was pressed. That unrecallable moment passed into history the instant the image was captured on film (or memory card as we are more accustomed these days).

Further, precisely because the act of photography focuses on an object, photographing it necessarily takes it out of context, thereby providing the occasion to ascribe whole new worlds of meaning to the photograph. The same photograph in a museum and in your photo album mean different things to you.

Paraphasing that famous phrase of Clinton, "it's the context, stupid".

If I have set down any of the above wrongly, pls correct me. I read the essays on public transport and must confess that it is not exactly the best place to read such heavy material!

For the breathtaking insights it gave me, I rate OP 4.5 out of 5 stars!

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

Real World by Natsuo Kirino

If you frequent bookstores, the distinct covers of Natsuo Kirino's books would surely have caught your eye by now. Out, Grotesque and her latest Real World each have an opera-white face on the cover. The faces are a little creepy, all of them seem to possess a piercing stare that would make me feel like putting the book in a place where it would stop looking at me!

Creepy covers aside, I'm a fan of Kirino. She reveals the colder and darker side of Japan in her stories, quite different from the high-tech kawaii impression we have from the media.

In Real World, Worm, a teenage boy given the unfortunate nickname due to his demeanour, murders his mother and runs away. Toshi, who lives next door, and her three friends all get involved somehow, drawn to Worm for different reasons. The story is told from the individual perspectives of the four girls and Worm. In each chapter, you learn of their frustrations with society, and how they try to cope or shut themselves off from the pressures of the world around them.

The magic of Real World was how it drew me in as well - I could empathise with the characters, however distanced or unfamiliar I was to their troubles. There were also times I wanted them to grow up and stop feeling like the world should revolve around them, a projection of how I feel about the youth in Singapore today.
Oh well, till the next creepy faced book then. I give Real World 7 out of 10 ninja darts.