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Saw a good post on the Guardian website about “lucky dip” reading – buying a book you know absolutely nothing about. It makes the valid point that people who shop online are less likely to stumble on new books than they would if they were browsing a bookshop. That’s certainly been my experience – I’ve never just randomly browsed on Amazon in the way I would in a bookshop. I just log on, buy what I want and log off again. Perhaps that will change, though, as online bookshops improve their designs and use better technology to approximate the real-life bookshop experience.

A separate question, though – is “lucky dip” reading a good thing? I actually used to do quite a lot of it when I was younger. I never really read newspaper reviews, and in those days there were no book blogs or social networking sites like Goodreads or Librarything. I don’t really remember getting recommendations from friends very much either. So I more or less just walked into bookshops and chose books based on the cover or the blurb. I read randomly.

I suppose I discovered some good books that way, although my memory’s so awful that none spring to mind. But I know I also wasted a lot of time on mediocre books or ones that just weren’t really my area of interest.

These days I put much more effort into deciding which books I want to read. I have long lists of books to be read, based on reviews or recommendations, and I work my way through them. I do have the occasional surprise – in Barbados recently I finished all the books I’d taken with me, so picked up a few that my in-laws had lying around in their living room, and enjoyed all of them – Commonwealth Short Stories, West Indian Folk Tales and Global Shift. And in bookshops I sometimes just buy something based on whim, especially in second-hand bookshops (I love rummaging through those bargain bins outside full of faded yellowing books at £1 or 50p each!).

But in general, I am more organised now, and I like it. I rarely read a book that I thought was a waste of time. And I do come across a wide range of titles in my time spent on the internet reading other people’s reviews and recommendations. So I’m not convinced of the merits of lucky dip reading – although I am definitely convinced of the superiority of a good independent bookshop over the online shopping experience.

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Titles are important. This book was an excellent survey of emerging philosophies and practices, but it did not convince me that a “global shift” is really taking place, or that, as the subtitle promises, a “new worldview is transforming humanity”. I still enjoyed reading the book, and found some very interesting ideas in it. I just found that the title, while attention-grabbing, oversold the contents and set up unrealistic expectations.

The book is published by an imprint of the Institute of Noetic Sciences, which defines itself as follows:

The word “noetic” comes from the ancient Greek nous, for which there is no exact equivalent in English. It refers to “inner knowing,” a kind of intuitive consciousness—direct and immediate access to knowledge beyond what is available to our normal senses and the power of reason.

The book claims that a shift is taking place in various disciplines towards this kind of intuitive consciousness and a new approach to life. Some of the key points in this shift are:

• Development of a respectful and cooperative relationship with nature
• Increased sense of connection and communion for all peoples
• Greater compassion for all beings
• Decline of consumerism
• Valuing of intuitive knowledge
• A natural ethics based in compassion
• Emergence of a global consciousness

The book then describes some conceptual shifts that are necessary to support these changing attitudes:

• Nature is conscious and exhibits attributes of consciousness at all levels from atoms to galaxies
• Reality is larger than the observable physical universe, and contains multiple nonphysical dimensions
• Knowledge based on intuition is just as valid and necessary as empirical knowledge based on the senses
• All of us are joined as one; nothing is independent of any other thing
• Feminine values of interdependency, cooperation and respect for the earth are a central part of the worldview
• The basis for ethics is not found in socially constructed rules relative to each culture but in the natural order of the universe

These conceptual shifts in turn lead to value shifts:

• Increased reverence and respect for the earth and all forms of life on it
• Increased compassion rather than prejudice toward people whose race/nationality/religion/ethnic group/economic status differs from our own
• Greater priority given to personal and spiritual growth than to materialistic values of acquisition and consumption
• Embracing nonlinear, intuitive ways of knowing the world
• Honouring unconditional love and forgiveness as the highest values in all of our relations with others

Finally, these value shifts lead to new actions:

• Simplify your life
• Learn communication skills that promote compassion and understanding
• Transition your diet from processed to whole organic foods
• Take time out from stress to relax every day
• Exercise regularly to discharge tension
• Visualise and deeply affirm a goal
• Reframe your attitude toward negative experiences
• Help the earth and disadvantaged people

At the end of the book, there’s some advice on how to take each of these actions on a practical level. For example, you could simplify your life by downsizing your living space, letting go of clutter, doing what you want for a living, reducing your commute, reducing exposure to TV and computer screens, living closer to nature, not always answering the phone, delegating chores and learning to say no. Improve your diet by shifting to organic, whole foods and more vegetables. Have protein as 25-30% of the total calories, fat as 25-30% and carbohydrate as 40-50%. Chew each bite 10 to 20 times before swallowing, to get maximum nutrition. Relax by spending an hour a day doing nothing, not even reading or watching TV – just experiencing silence.

I think that if the shift really were occurring globally, it would be a fantastic thing. I agreed with a lot of what I read in the book, and the changes it describes are very positive. But when I read the news, I just don’t see these values becoming dominant. I see the reverse – consumerism becoming more rampant, nature being ravaged, compassion being stamped out by ignorant tabloid headlines, people living disconnected from each other, from nature and from their own selves.

Am I cynical? Or unaware of this great shift taking place? All I know is that the book described a lot of things I agreed with and I wish they were more widely practised. The only real evidence presented for a real global shift is a few survey results and statistics on things like people practising yoga or meditation. But these numbers are surely dwarved by the millions of people hurtling headlong into consumerism and material accumulation. I thought the motivations given for making the shift were very telling:

• Life crisis
• Burnout with material values
• Peak experiences (heightened awareness at important times, e.g. the birth of a child)
• Peer influence
• Education (books, magazines, internet)

The only people suffering burnout with material values are those in privileged positions in rich countries, i.e. a very small minority of the world’s population. These are the same people who have the most access to books, magazines and the internet, and for whom peer influence encourages them to do things like eating organic food. The majority of the world’s population is desperate for more wealth. For every rich Westerner quitting his corporate job and doing yoga and meditation, there must be a thousand people in developing countries leaving their traditional way of life behind, moving to cities and trying to make enough money to be able to afford a bit of consumerism. The shift described in the book seems to result from a sickness with material excess, something that I, as a privileged person in a rich country, can fully identify with. But this is not the reality for most people in the world. They are not at the far end of capitalism, wondering what next after all this accumulation of wealth. They are at the beginning, having been shut out for centuries by the inequities of imperialism and its descendants. Try telling someone living on a dollar a day to give greater priority to personal and spiritual growth than to acquisition and consumption.

All of these criticisms could have been avoided if the title hadn’t made such a broad claim. The book is describing real changes that are taking place among certain groups of people in certain countries. There are some great local environmental initiatives, transition towns, local currencies, cooperatives, etc etc etc. But to call it a global shift is taking it too far, and invites criticisms that detract from the important ideas the book presents.

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Don’t sit down in the middle of the woods. If you’re lost in the plot or blocked, retrace your steps to where you went wrong. Then take the other road. And/or change the person. Change the tense. Change the opening page.

- Margaret Atwood

The Guardian, Feb 2010

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“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”

- Zen Proverb

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In the final part of this series of posts, I’m reviewing stories by Mavis Gallant, V.S. Naipaul, Ngugi wa Thiong’o, Hal Porter and Chinua Achebe.

Mavis Gallant (Canada) – Orphans’ Progress

According to the introduction, Gallant’s work mostly deals with broken families, and this is no exception: two girls are taken into care because their mother is irresponsible. They go to live with relatives, and then at a school run by nuns, until finally they have forgotten where they came from. At the time it seemed normal – it was the only life they knew, and they didn’t feel neglected. But at the end, passing her old home, “Mildred glanced up, and then back at her book. She had no reason to believe she had seen the place, or would ever again.” This story felt as if it could, and perhaps should, have been a novel. There was a lot happening, and I think it was too much for a short story. It relied on caring about the characters, and this would have been easier over a longer form like the novel.

V.S. Naipaul (Trinidad) – Man-man

Everyone used to think Man-man was crazy, but now the narrator is not so sure. Man-man did eccentric things, and was clever too – he got his dog to leave droppings on people’s clothes and then came by later and was given the clothes, and took them away and sold them. When the dog got run over, he became a prophet, claiming to have seen God, and built up a following. Finally he said he would be crucified, and tied himself to a cross and asked people to stone him. They hesitated, and he encouraged them more, and then finally they did start stoning him, and he started cursing and demanding to be let down again. A humorous story, but also with lots to say about the conflict between human aspirations and reality.

Ngugi wa Thiong’o (Kenya) – A Meeting in the Dark

I’m referring to Ngugi by the name he now uses, although in this book the story is credited to James Ngugi. It’s about a preacher’s son who is about to go off to university, and is facing a conflict between the new and old, African and European. He’s got his girlfriend pregnant and doesn’t know what to do – she’s been circumcised, which is frowned upon by the British authorities and the Church, so he can’t marry her without offending his preacher father and destroying his own chances for career advancement. I liked the setup, but the ending felt too extreme and sudden – it was clear the character was trapped, but killing his girlfriend felt too dramatic and unrealistic. It was a very short story so it probably just needed to be established more. I liked the issues the story dealt with, though – just the ending was a letdown.

Hal Porter (Australia) – Francis Silver

This one is about the destruction of the romantic ideals of youth. The character’s mother always used to tell him stories about her courtship with Francis Silver before she married his father. It was a familiar part of his childhood, always referred to jokingly by both his mother and father. When his mother dies, he takes her store of postcards from Francis and returns them to him. But Francis can’t remember her – the romance is destroyed, and his mother’s fond memories made to seem ridiculous. He’d even planned to give Francis a lock of his mother’s hair that she’d wanted to give him but never did. But he doesn’t give it to him, and instead burns it. Meanwhile he “had made up an outline of lies to satisfy and comfort my father, for whom I felt the truth, as I saw it, to be of the wrong shape.” I love that line, and the subtle sadness of the story and what it says about the importance we place on memories that are often completely wrong.

Chinua Achebe (Nigeria) – The Sacrificial Egg

This is a very short short story, with quite a powerful ending. Like Ngugi’s story, it deals with the conflict of new and old. Julius is a clerk, and has had a Christian education which he thinks “placed him above such superstitious stuff” as the traditional beliefs of his people. But one night he is out late and hears the night spirit and starts running, and steps on an egg at a crossroads. He realises it is a sacrificial egg, put out by someone trying to get rid of misfortune, and that by stepping on it he has taken the misfortune onto himself. He still struggles to convince himself that he doesn’t believe in all that “superstitious stuff”, but it remains a fact that after he stepped on the egg, a smallpox epidemic hit the town and killed the woman he was going to marry, the woman he was visiting that night.

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Continuing the series, here are my notes on the short stories by Randolph Stow, Janet Frame, Andrew Salkey and Ezekiel Mphahlele.

Randolph Stow (Australia) – Magic

This is based on the ’sulumwoya’ myth of the Trobriand Islands, where incest between a brother and a sister is the supreme sexual taboo. The introduction says he took the myth and added psychological realism and more description of the setting. But I couldn’t see much evidence of either – it felt like a traditional myth. The lust was heavily foreshadowed from the first scene where the girl drinks coconut water and the brother watches as two trickles “flowed down her body, over the brown breasts, to the waistband of her skirt.” I didn’t find the story particularly surprising or new.

Janet Frame (New Zealand) – Two Sheep and Boy’s Will

Two Sheep is a fable, based on two sheep travelling to the slaughter house. The first sheep knows its fate and the other doesn’t. The first one keeps saying how beautiful everything is, and the second one complains all the time about the heat, the dust, etc. The first one is in denial when he gets to the slaughter house, seeing it as a “pleasant little house” ready for a “seaside holiday”. But then he can deny it no longer, and slumps exhausted in a corner, where he is left for dead by the farmer and escapes.  Then he falls in with another flock, and starts complaining about the heat and dust, and the sheep next to him says how beautiful everything is.

Boy’s Will is a very different story, about a boy, Peter, with a high IQ, who is suffering under the weight of his mother’s and aunt’s expectations. He got interested in storms and began recording them:

“He’ll be a meteorologist”, his mother said, almost destroying his new passion with the weight of her tomorrow.

The pressure makes him rageful, but he finally finds pleasure in the simple act of making a kite and flying it, then patiently repairing it when the wind tears it. I liked both stories in different ways, and was impressed by the wide range of styles used by the same author.

Andrew Salkey (Panama/Jamaica) – Anancy

Salkey uses the traditional Ashanti story of the spider Anancy, but gives it a new form, exploring the fate of the African in the New World (according to the introduction!). Anancy goes on a voyage of self-discovery to the spirit world (symbolising Africa). He fights the ghosts and defeats them, but is finally defeated by his own spirit. Again according to the introduction, it shows the duality of West Indian identity, the West Indian’s inability to defeat the African presence, and they are finally reconciled. To be honest I didn’t get all of that from my first reading, but I can sort of see it now.

Ezekiel Mphahlele (South Africa) – The Living and the Dead

A racist white man, Stoffel Visser, is forced for the first time to see his servant, Jackson, as a human being, when Jackson goes missing. Stoffel speaks to Jackson’s wife, and sees a letter from Jackson’s father with pictures of his family. Finally Jackson turns up, and it turns out he was beaten up and imprisoned for responding to a white man who called him a monkey. Stoffel is forced to confront himself and his views, but quickly becomes angry, and takes refuge in action and duty as an avoidance strategy – “He did not want to think and feel. He wanted to do something.” He concentrates on dispatching a report. “He was a white man, and he must be responsible. To be white and to be responsible were the same thing.” I liked the way the story was constructed, with the initial mystery over Jackson’s disappearance, then the suggestion that Stoffel will have a great epiphany, then the more realistic outcome of restoring normality and avoiding hard questions.

Tomorrow, the final installment of this short story collection: Mavis Gallant, V.S. Naipaul, Ngugi wa Thiong’o, Hal Porter and Chinua Achebe.

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This is a continuation from yesterday’s post, which was becoming too long! Today, I’m reviewing stories by Mordecai Richler, Lee Kok Liang, Wilson Harris, Frank Sargeson and Amos Tutuola.

Mordecai Richler (Canada) – The Summer my Grandmother was Supposed to Die

The story is a narrated by a child, and starts with his grandmother being diagnosed with gangrene and a doctor saying “She won’t last a month.” Gradually she lasts longer and longer, and there are some good observations about how the family is prepared to help for weeks or months, but as it turns into years it’s very different. It was closely observed and witty sometimes, but overall it felt like quite a familiar satire of a Jewish family, and the ending was very flat.

Lee Kok Liang (Malaysia) – When the Saints Go Marching

This was really slow-moving at first, with pages of description of a man driving home, feeling a slight throb at his temples, unlocking the gates, driving up the path, turning off the engine, looking at the back of his hand, etc., etc. I found it quite dull, but it gets better as it goes into why the character feels guilty and tortured on the anniversary of independence, and tells how he kissed his sister-in-law on the day independence was proclaimed, driving her to suicide and his wife to mental illness. He is tortured by his own actions as he looks after his wife and never gets the sons he built the large house for. The disastrous consequences of that one moment felt extreme to me, but perhaps in that time and place it really would have happened like that.

Wilson Harris (Guyana) – Kanaima

The story is infused with death throughout. A group of Indians are travelling from their home village which had been destroyed, but everywhere they go they see death before them in the form of Kanaima, the spirit of death and evil. In the village of Tumatumari they can’t escape it either – they’re warned, but are too tired and have to stop. Kanaima comes that night, bringing death but in an unexpected way. Yet after all that ominous build-up, the story ends on a strangely ambiguous note, as the person who apparently plunged into a waterfall is clinging to a vine. “Kanaima alone knew whether she would reach the cliff top.” It’s a great evocation of a nightmarish world of death and the struggle for survival, and I liked that after the apparent inevitability of death there was unexpected hope.

Frank Sargeson (New Zealand) – A Man and His Wife

The language here is plain and unadorned – Sargeson was reacting against “the formal language of the English novelists”. It’s a bit reminiscent of dirty realism, although it was written earlier. The story is of a man during the slump when times were hard. His roommate has split from his wife and is really close to his dog, but then the dog gets run over and he gets a bird, and again he spends all his time with it and lavishes affection on it. He leaves the cage open so the bird can get exercise, and one day he leaves the window open too, saying the bird loves him too much to fly away. It flies away. He goes back to his wife.

I’ve still got the wife, he said. Yes, I said. The wife never let me down, he said. No, I said. It was all I could think of to say.

There’s a real lack of human relationships in the story, and the relationships with the dog and the bird are clearly substitutes. Even the narrator and his roommate don’t communicate really. Very spare and bleak, with some dark humour.

Amos Tutuola (Nigeria) – The Complete Gentleman

Tutuola bases his stories in Yoruba myths and legends, and this story had that feeling, although there were some modern details like petrol drums and bombers. The narrator is following a quest, to find the daughter of the head of the town. He discovers that she went off with someone who looked like a complete gentleman, with the finest clothes and so on. But as the gentleman left the town, he returned the clothes he’d rented from people along the way, and then returning body parts, until eventually all that was left was a skull. It’s a real morality tale, with the morals spelled out in sub-headings for those who missed them, e.g. “Do Not Follow Unknown Man’s Beauty”. I liked the bizarreness of the story, though, and it was well told.

More to follow tomorrow: Randolph Stow, Janet Frame, Andrew Salkey and Ezekiel Mphahlele.

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There are some excellent stories in here, from big names like V.S. Naipaul, Patrick White,  George Lamming, Chinua Achebe and Ngugi Wa Thiong’o (although this book is so old he is credited as James Ngugi, his birth name which he rejected as a sign of colonial influence). Also some good ones from writers I didn’t know, like R.K. Narayan from India and Amos Tutuola from Nigeria.

The editors, Anna Rutherford and Donald Hannah, have also provided for each of the 18 stories a couple of pages of introduction giving background about the author and a context for the story, often linking it to others in the collection and to the rest of the author’s work, which I really liked. I made notes on each of the stories – a lot of detail, I know, but pick and choose the ones you’re interested in. I just wanted to remember the stories, because I don’t own a copy of the book. I’ve split them over several posts, so this is part 1 – R.K. Narayan, Patrick White, George Lamming and Peter Cowan.

R.K. Narayan (India) – A Horse and Two Goats

This story draws a lot of humour from the conflict of incompatible cultures, as an American tourist tries to buy a statue of a horse from an old man in a small Indian village. There is complete misunderstanding throughout, as they have no common language. The old man thinks the tourist is a police officer because of his khaki clothes, and the tourist assumes the old man owns the statue when in fact he’s just watching his goats. The tourist’s conversation is all about money, ownership and practicalities, while the old man’s replies are about tradition and spirituality. There’s also a contrast of wealth – the old man’s lifelong dream is to sell his goats to raise 20 rupees with which to start a small shop selling nuts and sweets; the tourist easily pulls out 120 rupees from his wallet to buy the statue. The horse means different things to each of them – for the old man it will become an avatar to redeem the good people at the end of the world; to the tourist it’s a commodity to be bought. And to the young people in the village, they are “hardly aware of its existence.” Really enjoyed this one.

Patrick White (Australia) – Down at the Dump

According to the introduction, White wanted to explore the narrowness of Australian suburbia, but not to be completely critical – he wanted also to show the “extraordinary behind the ordinary, the mystery and the poetry which alone could make bearable the lives of such people”. The snooty Hogbens look down on their neighbours the Whalleys, who scour dumps for goods to use or sell. The central action is the funeral of Mrs Hogben’s sister Daise, who was shameful in the eyes of society but was actually practising Christ’s message of love, especially for the downtrodden – she took in a man she met at the showground who was down on his luck, and was ridiculed for spending time with a “scabby deadbeat” and “a Roman Catholic for extra value”. The Hogbens’ daughter Meg meets Lum Whalley at the dump, which is next to the cemetery, and they kiss. She wants to explore and discover life as her aunt Daise did, not be content with the narrow, judgmental world of her parents, which is mercilessly evoked through little details like having to clean her shoes every five minutes even though they immediately get dusty again, or to put plastic over the pixies in the garden to protect them from the rain – it’s all about surface appearances, whereas Daise and Meg are looking for something deeper and more true, even if socially unacceptable.

George Lamming (Barbados) – A Wedding in Spring

Again the comedy here is from a clash of cultures, although there’s also a serious undertone and a sadness to it, as the characters are Barbadians in England, displaced from their familiar culture and trying to mimic English customs. The lack of a cultural anchor or authority is clear – Beresford and his sister Flo argue over the marriage of Beresford to an Englishwoman, and constantly try to guess what their mother would do or want them to do. They seem adrift and far from the certainties of home. There’s some slapstick comedy, for example Beresford’s friend Knickerbocker ripping his trousers, but there’s also the sadness of living in an alien culture, trying to do the right thing but not knowing how or having the money. The friendships with the people from “back home” are strong, despite the arguments, but English people, even the bride, are virtually absent – although the wedding is central to the story, the bride is only mentioned once in passing.

Peter Cowan (Australia) – The Tractor

This is similar to White’s story in its criticism of Australian suburbia, but Cowan has no interest in finding mystery or poetry – suburbia in this story is a definitively negative thing, seeming to have a life of its own, swallowing up the land for no reason other than to give developers a tax break. It’s a relentless invasion – a hermit puts up a fight, and a developer’s wife helps him, but it feels hopeless. The wife, Ann, tries to argue against her husband, but he just says “You can’t stop progress.” She calls it “The unanswerable answer” and says “So we must all conform”. I liked the feeling evoked in this story, and how the land and suburbia seemed like characters of their own, beyond the human characters who were all pretty powerless in the end.

That’s it for now – more to follow tomorrow, with notes on Mordecai Richler, Lee Kok Liang, Wilson Harris, Frank Sargeson and Amos Tutuola.

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I liked the premise of this book. It’s set in 1983 against the backdrop of the Grenadian revolution, and is basically a love story, with a lot of complications due to the family backgrounds of Ramona and Fabian and also the turbulent political events. I like this combination of personal and political, and the plot moved nicely along, allowing the discussion of political events and racial prejudice.

What I thought didn’t work so well was that a lot of the major plot points relied on large coincidences. Ramona and Fabian get together based on a chance encounter on a street corner, and then it just so happens that Fabian’s mother had jilted Ramona’s father years ago, and so we get to hear their story too. Later in the book, when Ramona has been kidnapped, Fabian’s estranged great-grandfather (who is looking for a way to win back Fabian’s approval) just happens to be in the same hospital ward as her kidnapper and to overhear him mumbling to himself about Ramona’s precise location.

Of course coincidences do happen in real life. And perhaps in a small island like Grenada things like this are more likely than in the large countries I’ve always lived in. But still, coincidences in fiction often ring false for me. Perhaps it’s because I write fiction myself, and I know how hard it can be to arrange the plot so that particular characters have a plausible reason to meet and interact as you want them to. It can take weeks or months of thinking and rewriting to get it to happen. Having them characters just happen to turn up in the same room feels like a bit of a cheat.

Perhaps it was also that the book was quite short, just 115 pages, and so the events happened very fast. Perhaps there’s nothing wrong with coincidences in themselves – they just needed more time to be set them up and established in the reader’s mind. Overall this was certainly a good read, and gave an interesting insight into a fascinating moment in history. It felt as if with an additional hundred pages to flesh out the characters and make the fast-moving plot more believable, it could have been a really excellent book, but as it stands it was, for me, enjoyable but not spectacular.

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“We all need some time to ourselves – just a few minutes a day to get reacquainted with the one who’s been there since the beginning.”

- seen in Starbuck’s, Muswell Hill

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