qatsi: (lurcio)
Book Review: Autobiography and Other Writings, by Benjamin Franklin (edited by Ormond Seavey)
Quite a mixed bag here. Franklin wrote his autobiography in (at least) three parts, the first part many years earlier than the rest, and it doesn't cover the small matter of the American Revolution. But it's still interesting as a description of the life and times of a boy from a modest family who became a printer because his father couldn't afford to send him to Harvard. Although there is some tension between the two sides of the Atlantic, he travels to Britain freely and with curiosity. His main concern in terms of war and peace seemed to be the native Americans and (for some reason undisclosed) Canadians.

The other writings included in the volume are variable. Many are written for publication, often anonymously or under assumed names, but others are letters. The piece on the kite experiment is quite short.
qatsi: (baker)
At last, a return to northern Europe, although we decided Hamburg was far enough to justify a flight over Eurostar.

Saturday 14th: It's a prompt start but not an absurdly early one. The traffic is light and we get to the pre-booked parking on time. At Terminal 5 the baggage drop for our flight has not quite opened. The flight is a bit delayed but overall it's nothing to be that bothered about. There's an AI fail when Google tells us that Hamburg public transport operates a contactless TfL-style system; it's not true. But the ticket machines take card payments and the S-Bahn is efficient, if busy. After check-in at the hotel we take a wander around the city centre.
Chilehaus, HamburgSprinkenhof, Hamburg

Chilehaus; Sprinkenhof



Sunday 15th: This is the one day with a poor weather forecast, so a good choice for indoor visits. We begin at the Kunsthalle, which has a newly-opened exhibition on surrealism. The works are interspersed across several floors, together with the permanent collection. Later we visit the Museum für Kunst un Gewerbe.
From the Kunst Cabinet, Museum fur Kunst und Gewerbe, Hamburg

Model Ship at the Museum fur Kunst un Gewerbe



Monday 16th: Many museums are closed, so we choose carefully and go to the Maritime Museum. The collection is spread over nine floors and is indeed vast. So many model ships... but some are more interesting than others; my eye is caught particularly by the Polynesian catamarans. It feels perhaps that they acquired this space and then wondered how to fill it: Sections on sail shapes, ropes, materials, warfare, exploration, uniform, and art. After lunch we take in the St Nikolai Memorial; if the view from the tower is indifferent, the subterranean exhibition on the 1943 bombing raids and firestorm certainly makes an impression. Later we visit the Rickmer Rickmers, a rather odd iron-hulled sailing vessel from the late 19th century, and finally the Alter Elbtunnel, a pedestrian and bike tunnel under the river.
Lego Model of the Queen Mary 2 at the Maritime Museum, Hamburg

Lego model of the Queen Mary 2


Naval Enigma at the Maritime Museum, Hamburg

A 4-rotor Naval Enigma machine


Tiling in the Alter Elbtunnel, Hamburg

Tiling in the Alter Elbtunnel



Tuesday 17th: After battling the Deutsche Bahn app, we set out for Lübeck. The St-Annen Museum is variable, but an extraordinary instrument is to be found within: a Great Bass Shawm, of which there are reckoned to be only five in existence (which justifies the rubbish photo, as it's unlikely I will ever see one again).
A Great Bass Shawm at the St Annen Museum, Lübeck

Great Bass Shawm



By lunchtime, I realise I can no longer deny that I'm feeling under the weather, but we carry on. The Günter Grass Museum isn't that interesting to me, but there's a surprise bonus that, at the rear, it is connected by a short garden to the Willy Brandt Haus, and that's more interesting. Finally we take in the Europäisches Hansemuseum, which is quite labyrinthine.

On return to Lübeck station, we board a train. It does not leave on time. After about 10 minutes, there is an announcement. We don't catch much of it but it's clear that it is not good news and it sounds like the emergency services are attending an incident at Reinfeld. Another half hour or so passes, without much information. Even the Germans are a bit restless by now. I check for other options and find we can catch a FlixBus about an hour later. We decide to book that; then I'm informed that the bus itself is running an hour late. There are a lot of people around and although people are trying to be helpful, no-one seems to have much idea what's going on. Rail replacement buses are mooted but there's no sign of them. We decide to stick with the booked bus and when it does arrive, eventually, we feel a bit calmer about getting back to base, but it's been less than an ideal day.

Wednesday 18th: After breakfast I take a Covid test and, unsurprisingly, the result is positive. There are no restrictions, but I feel there is an ethical dimension as well as the obvious selfish practical concerns. At least we brought FFP2 masks, so I'm using that indoors for the rest of the trip. We take a more leisurely pace and go to the Brahms Museum and the Komponenistenquartier, where we learn about Telemann, CPE Bach, the Mendelssohns, Mahler, and Johan Adolf Hasse. "Oh yes, everyone has forgotten about him", says the museum guide. I buy a CD to mark my discovery. In the afternoon it's the ethnographic museum MARKK Museum am Rothenbaum, which seems to feel woke enough to excuse some of its exhibits, but not enough to remove or reset them.
Brahms's Piano at the Brahms Museum, HamburgMahler's Bicycle at the Komponistenquartier Museum, Hamburg

Brahms's Piano; Mahler's Bicycle



Thursday 19th: The worst of the fever is past, and we venture to Bremen. They say UK rail ticketing is Byzantine, but the Germans seem to be our equal; it's as if it was a different train operator. We wander around the town centre, and in the afternoon visit the Kunsthalle. As elsewhere, there are quite a lot of notices about how museums are trying to ensure the provenance of their works, and make any necessary restitutions of wartime-misappropriated works. Unusually, there's an interesting contemporary film running in the museum, of a concrete boat from the Third Reich, now abandoned and decaying on a sandbank. It seems an appropriate metaphor for the far right: ugly, rotten, but difficult to destroy.
The Musicians of Bremen

The Musicians of Bremen



Friday 20th: R is now unwell too. Based on timing, I believe I contracted Covid on my last visit to London (there were an awful lot of coughing people on the train that day); it's possible I have passed it to him, but that seems quite quick after developing symptoms, and there were also people coughing on the plane. Anyhow, we wander around the city centre again in the morning, including a return to the Dammtorpark.
Japanischer Garten, Hamburg

Japanischer Garten



In the afternoon, we take a shorter trip to Lüneberg, which is pretty. The Nazi surrender took place at Lüneberg Heath, a few miles distant, and it's easy to imagine Monty turning up, saying "I say! This is a damned pretty spot. Let's have Jerry surrender here!" It probably wasn't quite as simple as that.
LünebergWine Merchant, Lüneberg

Lüneberg



Saturday 21st:A short morning in the city centre, before it's time to head back to the airport. The return flight is smooth, although the baggage reclaim at Terminal 5 takes more than an hour for reasons unknown.

Free Trade

Jun. 8th, 2025 01:30 pm
qatsi: (urquhart)
Book Review: River of Smoke, by Amitav Ghosh
The second book in the Ibis trilogy begins where Sea of Poppies left off. It's not necessary to have read the earlier book, as Ghosh summarises enough at the beginning of this volume, but overall I think it helps.

Again it has the feel of a nineteenth century novel - a cast of thousands, episodic telling, and barely laid morality elements. The book begins in Mauritius, but for the most part, the action has moved to Canton. Many of the characters from the first book are set aside, at least for the time being. Neel finds a berth and works as a secretary for an Indian opium trader; Paulette finds a passage to Hong Kong with a plant trader. It is 1838, and the western opium merchants are finding difficulty with the Chinese emperor. But as before, while the British complain noisily and belligerently with their own internal logic on "Free Trade" (Benjamin Burnham a passable imitation of Rees-Mogg), it is the Asians - both Indian and Chinese - who suffer more. It's quite an irony reading this in times where China is keen to trade with the rest of the world, and the US leadership is inclined to put up barriers to trade.
qatsi: (lurcio)
Book Review: Tea Time for the Traditionally Built, by Alexander McCall Smith
So, after re-reading the series so far and de-duplicating the second-hand copies I bought by mistake, I returned to the travails of Mma Ramotswe. As usual, the agency's cases are more often puzzles and problem-solving than crimes, but right now seems at least as good a time as any for a bit of light escapism. The ladies are investigating possible match-fixing in one of the local football teams, and they find themselves with little background knowledge to fall back on; meanwhile, one of Mma Makutsi's fellow alumnae from the Botswana Secretarial College (who scored much less than 97%) is up to no good. This is a series that makes most sense from the start, so I imagine the audience has become self-selecting by now.
qatsi: (capaldi)
Book Review: Pompeii, by Mary Beard
Having visited Pompeii in 2022, I think I would have found this book useful; but it's also true to say that I think I got more from this book because I had visited Pompeii, because I can recall at least some of the places Beard writes about.

This is quite a comprehensive popular survey, covering a bit about the history of excavation, as well as likely looting shortly after the eruption. Beard doesn't shy away from uncertainty - so while she will offer a plausible explanation for something, she will also offer alternatives, with some honesty that we just don't have strong evidence one way or the other for many things. Nonetheless we have much more evidence than from perhaps anywhere else in the Roman world.

From recent BBC documentaries, I was already familiar with the garum manufacturer Aulus Umbricius Scaurus, one of several characters whose properties have been identified (in this case, by the presumption that no-one else would have a mosaic of garum amphora on their floor). From the Cambridge Latin Course, as well as Doctor Who, I was familiar with Lucius Caecilius Iucundus, though Beard presents him as much as an Arthur Daley figure as a banker. But here's a spoiler: his house was identified by all his financial records in the attic - which extend only as far as AD62. Is it just coincidence that this is the year of a major earthquake in Pompeii? Perhaps Caecilius died during that event. Or maybe he archived everything from the before time as a likely write-off.

And then there's the brothel(s). Beard doesn't go on about these as much as you might stereotypically expect. Further, she points out that there's no reason to take the bawdy graffiti seriously - whilst the electoral campaigning messages on the walls are probably genuine, much else could just be the fake news of casting insults. But there's more material on the theatres, the amphitheatre, the baths and the bars and fast food outlets of the time (as well as noting the current on-site cafe is built over some particularly bad bomb damage from World War 2).

Hiroshige

May. 11th, 2025 08:22 pm
qatsi: (sewell)
Yesterday we went to the British Museum's Hiroshige exhibition. Like pre-Raphaelites, I tend to think that Japanese prints are a money-spinner for museums and galleries. This one was reasonably busy but hardly packed. For the most part, the pictures are enchanting landscapes, townscapes, birds and flowers. There's a fair amount of background and technical information included, such as the reuse of woodblocks with different colourations to produce prints from the same master indicating different times of day or season, or simply to cater for changing tastes. I found the depiction of rain particularly interesting, a heavy diagonal overlay that sometimes almost looks as if it has been scratched into the print. One or two prints of actors or courtesans reminded me of the Edo Pop exhibition from last year, and in the section on Hiroshige's legacy there was also a reference to the Yoshida dynasty.


Mount Fuji and Otodome Falls



Cherry Blossoms on a moonless night along the Sumida river



Pheasant and Chrysanthemums



First Shono from Fifty-Three Stages of the Tōkaidō



Portrait of Hiroshige by Kunisada

Proms 2025

Apr. 24th, 2025 08:09 pm
qatsi: (proms)
The long list:


It's a long list, but not much of it feels like "must haves"; probably the Reich and Hermann are priority. Although I like Anna Lapwood, I don't think I'm up for an all-night organ prom. The bunching in the second half of August is odd, and I haven't actually listed anything from the final week of the season, though the Last Night programme itself looks like one of the better ones.

Dystopia

Apr. 23rd, 2025 08:13 pm
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Book Review: Klara and the Sun, by Kazuo Ishiguro
This was a random discovery in a National Trust second-hand bookshop, although I'd already been aware of it and was mildly curious. Klara is an Artificial Friend - we don't get many details, but enough to confirm a human form - and the story begins in a shop where she is for sale. Eventually she encounters teenager Josie, and her mother buys Klara for her.

Josie is home-schooled and sometimes ill, and Klara spends some time caring for her among other activities. Klara meets the neighbours. Josie's parents are separated, but eventually Klara meets Josie's father.

There are many twists in the story, and the ending was, for me, unexpected. Throughout, there is a combination of humanity and dystopia. It's accidental: no-one is seeking to be evil, but everyone is living through the consequences of their and others' actions.

Spoilers )
qatsi: (baker)
Book Review: Longitude, by Dava Sobel
Ironically, this was the first book added to my Goodreads account. I say ironically, because of late I have been doing what I can to avoid payments to Mr Bezos, so I have been acquiring second-hand books in other ways.

Anyhow, this is the book that made Sobel famous, and I think she gets the balance about right between science, politics, and personalities. I think it's fair to say not all that much is known about Harrison as a person; Sobel gives only fairly basic personal details, focusing more on his works, and the wider arena of the Longitude problem. With hindsight it seems obvious that he was badly treated due to the influence on the Board of Longitude of various astronomers of the time, who believed their own techniques would inevitably yield the better result. At the time, perhaps it wasn't so clear: the Board had to deal with all manner of cranks and inventions, though most of those were dismissed, whilst Harrison's devices were tested and then the goalposts were moved. The improved accuracy and stability of his timepieces seems astonishing, a real leap forward from an unexpected source.
qatsi: (fat)
Book Review: Floyd Uncorked - A no-nonsense guide to French wine, by Jonathan Pedley with Keith Floyd
This is a TV tie-in book from a Channel 5 series, published in 1998. Plainly the writing is mostly by Jonathan Pedley, but the serious business of French wine is lightened by Floyd, who adds a handful of recipes. It's an informative book, covering wine regions and grapes, and also the growing and producing processes. The format is a bit uneven, with sidebars on topics appearing at random, and although the chapters are structured geographically, there isn't a clear pattern. The recipes are interesting but I'm not sure all of them are practical, particularly in smaller quantities. But it was good fun to read.
qatsi: (penguin)
Book Reviews: Blue Shoes and Happiness, The Good Husband of Zebra Drive, and The Miracle at Speedy Motors, by Alexander McCall Smith
Time for another round of revisiting for Mma Ramotswe. By now, we know what to expect: there may be a couple of puzzles whose detection is described, perhaps a few other cases that will be referred to but not filled out, and some domestic developments. I did notice on the re-read that things have become a bit timey-wimey: there's a suggestion we have moved on a few years, which of course seems inevitable, but the foster children haven't done much growing up, and Mr J L B Matekoni's apprentices are still apprentices - there's almost a subversive humour in everyone wondering if they will ever complete their qualifications. A couple of years ago I bought three books from the No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series at a National Trust second-hand bookshop; when I came home, I found I already had two of them. It's fair to say they are forgettable, but it would be harsh to view that negatively; they just take life at a gentle pace. Original thoughts here, here, and here.
qatsi: (bach)
Yesterday we had a quick post-work dinner at Erebuni (which I'd previously visited in 2017) - this time I had the Armenian dolmas - before heading over to the Barbican for a concert given by Jordi Savall (whom I'd previously seen in 2014) and Hespèrion XXI. The programme was inspired by the travels of Ibn Battuta, and as such ranged from Morocco across the Mediterranean, north and east Africa, the Near and Middle East, the Black Sea, India and China. Loosely following his travel writing, with a narration given by Assaad Bouab, the programme also included references to contemporary historical events such as the outbreak of the Hundred Years War and the coronation of Pope Benedict XII. I'm not a great fan of the amplification used but in a large venue, it is a practical necessity for a band such as this. Savall's recordings always feel eclectic and well-researched, and though the geographic spread of these works meant that some of the concert arrangements featured unlikely combinations of instruments, there was an essential sense of authenticity.
qatsi: (baker)
Book Review: In Search of Berlin, by John Kampfner
Unlike many European cities, Berlin doesn't extend back to ancient times: the first records of a settlement are from the 12th century. Kampfner's journey is mostly chronological, with modern perspectives on historical events. Berlin has a hard time deciding what to memorialise and when. Like many capitals, Berlin is not representative of the wider country. Frederick the Great was a gay icon in 1920s Berlin, but his portrait also hung on the wall of the Führerbunker. As a journalist, Kampfner was able to experience both sides of the divided Berlin in the 1980s. There's no Ostalgie here, but it does seem that there hasn't been enough moving on. Berlin's population is still smaller than before the war, yet it also has a permanent housing crisis. Local government stumbles through one financial crisis after another. Kampfner visits various smaller museums and sites, a mixed bunch, run or maintained precariously by volunteers. Infrastructure projects, such as the Humboldt Forum or Berlin-Brandenburg Airport, take forever and spark controversy. In some ways, it sounds just like places closer to home.
qatsi: (capaldi)
Book Review: The Primacy of Doubt, by Tim Palmer
Poor Michael Fish. He will be forever remembered as the forecaster who dismissed the possibility of a hurricane hitting the UK in 1987. He features prominently in this book, but not alone. Ironically, the Met Office was developing its own ensemble forecasting at the time, and running the data with hindsight through those models, the forecast was unusually chaotic and unpredictable.

Palmer's career has weaved between quantum physics and meteorology, and I suppose it's therefore natural that he finds the connections between those two topics. "Sensitive dependence on initial conditions" - the unpredictability popularly known as the butterfly effect - features large, and is well explained. The solution - at least as far as understanding the potential for error in a forecast - can often be to run an ensemble model, with a range of close but not identical initial conditions, and consciously to throw in a bit of noise, to discover whether the predictions lie on a smooth part of the phase space, with little variation, or in a more chaotic realm.

Palmer stretches out into other areas more or less connected to the above, such as climate change, the Covid pandemic, and economics. In the first two areas, scientists find this approach useful: it indicates the degree of uncertainty in predictions, as well as showing plausible worst cases. There's an amount of separation here between science and policy: "Following the science" is a bit rubbish, as well as mendacious, because the science only offers projections on likely outcomes if a particular path is followed. On economics he finds tougher ground: although some theorists have found the ensemble approach useful, it is not in vogue and hard to get such research published. The implication is of faddishness or denial in some academic circles. It's certainly true that Mandelbrot considered himself an irritant to the economic establishment.

The fundamental problem with models in various areas is that of agency, so that the predictions or projections of a particular model influence behaviour, providing feedback into the model - it's exactly this non-linearity that gives rise to chaos. Chaos, in the sense that our mathematical frameworks aren't very good at handling this. The three-body problem is an early example - chaotic and ultimately unpredictable motion, yet somehow nature does its sums and finds a path. In the third section of the book, which Palmer marks as "more speculative", he investigates quantum uncertainty and free will. There are some interesting ideas about chaotic attractors and fractals, which earlier parts of the book have explained well. The Cantor set somehow fills a space, yet it is empty (insofar as picking a random point in that space almost certainly does not lie in the set). Synthesising these ideas as an explanation of quantum uncertainty, giving rise to probabilistic observations, is clever, as is the idea of quantum noise as a source of inspiration and free will. We are in the same zone as Hofstadter's strange loops. Some of the most speculative ideas in the final chapter seem off, but credit for trying.

Bleak

Feb. 16th, 2025 08:56 pm
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Book Review: Air Bridge, by Hammond Innes
I had already added this to my to-read list when I found a copy in a National Trust second-hand bookshop. My interest was in the idea of a story set in the Berlin Airlift. Whilst that event is, in some ways, central to the plot, it was also a side-show. There were some good sections to the story, which give rise to questions about morality and ambition, amongst others, but they are stitched together in a way that hasn't dated well. None of the characters seem particularly sympathetic. The idea of stealing a plane from Germany, and flying it back to Britain undetected, seems fanciful to say the least. Bill Saeton has an engine design he believes will revolutionise flying, but it's unclear how much, if any of it, is his own work; he's run out of funding but he's prepared to do everything and blackmail or sacrifice anyone to get it into operation. It's the old story that the ends justify the means, and it's not hard to imagine a similar plot for our times involving tech bros.
qatsi: (sewell)
Yesterday we headed off to Dulwich Picture Gallery for the Tirzah Garwood exhibition. As usual, there's quite a lot packed into a relatively small space. As well as works by Garwood, there were a few by her more famous husband Eric Ravilious, and portraits of both by other artists. I think I perhaps found Ravilious more consistently to my taste, but Garwood offers more variety. The works on display included woodcuts, pencil drawings, oil paintings, marbled papers, and collages, often of children's toys or houses and shops - including one with a Meccano mechanism apparently intended to circulate ducks on a stream. The subject matter varied from drawings of her children to almost surrealist renditions with curious relative sizing and perspectives, almost reminiscent of Alice in Wonderland or James and the Giant Peach.


The Vicarage, by Eric Ravilious



Portraits of Eric Ravilious and Tirzah Garwood, by Phyllis Dodd



Etna, by Tirzah Garwood



Brick House Kitchen, by Tirzah Garwood



A Crane Fly and Spider, by Tirzah Garwood



Erskine returning at dawn, by Tirzah Garwood

qatsi: (bach)
Browsing the Barbican's concert listings, I'd spotted Walton's First Symphony in their "Half Six Fix" series, but on closer inspection, there was a full concert in the same week with that work as the second half with some interesting other works, and I decided I'd give the full concert a try. I noticed the hall was hardly packed; despite this, I was sandwiched between people who were forever fidgeting with their phones, which did make me question why they'd spent money on coming to the concert.

The London Symphony Orchestra were conducted by Sir Antoni Pappano, and after a brief introduction, the concert began with George Walker's Sinfonia No. 5, "Visions". I was curious after hearing his Lyric for Strings a few years ago. This piece was a response to yet another mass shooting in the US, and it carried a lot of emotion. I wouldn't rush to hear it again, but at the same time it wouldn't deter me from seeking out his other works.

A last minute change due to illness gave Carolin Widmann the opportunity as the soloist in Bernstein's Serenade (after Plato's "Symposium"). I'm not a huge Bernstein fan; West Side Story is justifiably popular, but I can't think of any other works that really caught my attention. Similarly with this one, I was mostly indifferent, although I did enjoy the fourth movement ("Agathon").

Fortunately, the performance of Walton's Symphony No. 1 had energy in all the right places. It struck me in particular that the dry acoustic of the hall quickly silenced the orchestral sound whenever the players stopped. Although my response to the other pieces might have been one of indifference, I felt the experiment had been worthwhile, and this final piece reassured me that the concert was worth going to see.
qatsi: (baker)
Book Review: Sapiens, by Yuval Noah Harari
This has been a popular book for several years, and I received a copy at Christmas. The first few chapters reminded me a bit of The Ascent of Man, with a little (probably improved) of The Selfish Gene thrown in for good measure. Epic in scope, the author shows us that, since the beginning of our species, we have been destructive; although he notes it as depressing, it is in some ways reassuring, that it is not a particularly new trait. What is new is that we're at least somewhat aware of, and concerned about, the extent of our own destructive powers.

So we begin with other Homo species, some of whom went extinct long before us, and others with which we coexisted for a while. It may be of some disappointment, particularly to those intent on a paleo diet, to discover that our ancestors were much more gatherers than hunters. The cognitive revolution allowed us to imagine things, and since then, almost everything has been to a greater or lesser extent imaginary. We thought the agricultural revolution would make us happier, but it tied us to the land and made even more work for ourselves.

It's not all ultra-nostalgia. Although the book does imply why we so often hark for a simpler era, it also highlights what may loosely be called progress. Lifting the lid on various religions is quite interesting. Later sections deal with commerce and the scientific revolution. There are some choppy waters on fact-checking: I had to look up St Brigid, and I have doubts she would come top in a vox pop to name an Irish saint. The author seems to reckon hydroelectric power is a source all of its own, independent of the sun. (But how did the water get there? From the weather, driven by the sun. It's the same energy source, with a rather longer process, for fossil fuels. The only ultimately non-solar energy source on the planet is from naturally occurring radioisotopes.) On the whole, though, the writing is thought-provoking and entertaining enough.

Written in 2011 with the English language translation dating from 2014, the book is weakest on its optimistic futurology. The sense of progress in the book is inevitable; it hasn't feel that way for some time now. The author focused on the potentials of genetics and cybernetics, but missed out on AI. The difficulty with the future is that it's hard to predict.
qatsi: (penguin)
Book Review: The Bullet That Missed, by Richard Osman
Continuing The Thursday Murder Club series, this time the gang are investigating tax fraud and the murder of an investigative journalist who had been on the case. But they get caught up in a money laundering operation, via the consequences of their previous actions. These books are best read in sequence.

As usual, the humour is clever, wry, and comes thick-and-fast. Of course, Bogdan will be available with the right tools for the job. Of course, Stephen will snap out of his Alzheimer's to make some lucid and very pertinent observation. Nevertheless, there's a lot of now how will they get out of that? and some multi-layered conclusions.

I'm anticipating the film adaptation of the first book, which I believe will air in cinemas this year, as well as on Netflix. In my head, Elizabeth is played by Celia Imrie and Joyce by Thelma Barlow, but that is the continuation of Dinnerladies by other means, and as the latter is now 95, well, I suppose we have moved on a generation, and perhaps it's for the best that Celia Imrie has been cast as Joyce.
qatsi: (penguin)
Book Review: The Noh Mask Murder, by Akimitsu Takagi
A surprise Christmas present, this comes from the same publisher as The Honjin Murders and others, but it's a different author, translator, and detective. Nonetheless, the writing shares some elements of style and there are commonalities in the period (just post-war Japan) and the self-referential framing to Western "Golden Age" crime fiction (this time perhaps more Agatha Christie than Arthur Conan Doyle).

The storytelling mostly takes the form of a journal, written by Koich Yanagi, a chemist staying and working in the Chizui family mansion, whose friend, Akimitsu Takagi, happens to be staying locally and is called upon as a private detective by the present head of the family in fear of his life. The Noh Mask of the title is a family heirloom, but supposedly cursed.

As the bodies pile up, Takagi, Yanagi, prosecutor Hiroyuki Ishikari, and the local police proceed with their investigations, among a family overflowing with motives and issues. Although there are strong suggestions as to the identity of the killer, there's no clear evidence, and the novel uses the persona of Ishikari to probe this quandarous stalemate. The conclusions require some suspension of belief, but it's a neat and cumulatively original ending, and overall it's quite a page-turner.

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