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"The scramble for China" must be culled from "the scramble for Africa" but seems less apt since the British, French and American officials were sent to nineteenth century China not to colonise a disparate group of kingdoms and tribal areas, but to infiltrate the coastal regions of a vast area under the centralised if sclerotic control of the Qing dynasty.
This book contains a good deal of social history which seems fairly unremarkable and so of limited interest. For instance, it seems only natural that British workers sent to China should send for familiar products from home. The author's tendency to switch backwards and forwards in time with frequent digressions makes for a confusing read.
I was most interested in the major historical events – the Opium Wars or Taiping Rebellion – for the issues they raised. How could the upstanding Victorians possibly think it was in order to purchase Chinese goods with opium? To what extent did exposure to Christian missionaries trigger rebellion that was so troublesome to the Qing? However, too many very condensed sentences, weighed down with detail, in which it is at times hard to work out who or which settlement is being referred to tried my patience too far, and I have reluctantly set this book aside. The subject matter is potentially fascinating and the author clearly very knowledgeable and unpretentious, but the tortuous written style is hard going.
In "Uprising", the economic advisor George Magnus asks to what extent the "emerging markets" of BRIC – Brazil and Russia, but more importantly India and in particular China will wrest economic power from the United States. He shows how China was inadvertently implicated in the 2008-9 economic crisis, by depositing so much of its foreign exchange earnings from exports into US banks, thus stimulating the "credit mania" of speculation in, for instance, the subprime housing market.
Taking a different perspective from other writers in this field, Magnus warns against extrapolating trends into the future and predicting the dominance of China. He reminds us of how the Soviet leader Khruschev mistakenly warned the West "we will bury you", how the Japanese miracle faded, and the US recovered from the problems of the 1970s-80s against the odds.
Despite the size, dynamism and "world creditor nation status" which make it a global power, China has certain basic problems which it has yet to address. With an ageing population and growing gender imbalance, China is demographically weaker than the US. With most of its development on the coast, China has internal regions which are important for resources and supply lines, but which may prove politically unstable. China also lacks to date the "infrastructure" of financial and legal institutions necessary for sound development, and its centralised culture discourages innovation. Can China handle the growing internal demands for consumer goods? Can it achieve western levels of income per head without massive pollution? What about increased pressure for freedom of expression?
Many of the points covered can be gleaned from regular reading of a broadsheet newspaper, but it is useful to have them summarised in one place. There is a good deal of repetition – perhaps useful to help one absorb key points. Occasionally, I felt I was being given contradictory statistical information, but only the general trends seem to matter, as most of the precise figures supplied will soon be out-of-date.
I am not sure how accessible this book is for someone with no economic knowledge – perhaps a chapter or appendix to explain certain principles -say on trade surpluses and deficits, might have been useful. Also, some of the diagrams are too small and make little sense when two or more line graphs showing different things are both reproduced in the same black print.
Perhaps a separate chapter on each "BRIC" country or (group of) emergent economies with a final summary analysis would have made for a clearer and less repetitious read.
Magnus raises questions which he cannot answer but at least he makes us think about the complexity and importance of the issues. Overall, this is informative and free from "author's ego" and bias – although I did wonder on what basis he describes the US education system as the best in the world. Also, perhaps more attention could have been given to the Chinese investment – tantamount to economic colonialism -in say, Africa which has annoyed Hillary Clinton so much.
On balance, despite the author's confidence in the resilience of the United States, I think we in the UK have cause to worry…..
I read this as an introductory guide prior to a visit to the palace of Vaux-le-Vicomte. The large number of high quality photographs of plans, internal rooms, details of artwork and external elevations and vistas past and present combine to give a good overall impression.
I found the opening sections on the background history the most interesting part. The work was commissioned by Foucquet, the ambitious bourgeios financier who bought his way to high office as Louis X1V's Superintendent of Finance, embellished the palace to entertain the king in grand style in 1661, only to be charged with corruption and imprisoned soon afterwards. It seems that jealous rivals such as Colbert traded on the King's unease over the possible threat posed by such a wealthy and able subject not to mention the rumours of Foucquet's interest in his mistress Louise de la Vallière. So, Foucquet may have been no more corrupt than other holders of high office – clearly not much has changed….!
Details of the recent restoration of the palace are also informative.
The inadequacy of the US health insurance system; the complex, shifting emotions within a relationship in which the wife is struck by possibly terminal cancer; the dynamics of a family in which one child has a degenerative disease: these themes could combine to make a moving and opinion-changing masterpiece, but call for a subtlety and lightness of touch to make so much pain bearable. For the first half of the book I felt oppressed by the opposite, that is, the tsunami of words, the detailed, by turns pettifogging or unsavoury descriptions, lengthy digressions and rambling rants, always three or more examples where one would do. There are also some very original or telling comments, although they are at risk of getting lost in all the verbiage.
The story begins with Shep Knacker packing a bag to present his wife with an ultimatum: the time has come for him to travel to the idyllic African island where he has decided to settle, and he plans to take off whether she accompanies him or not. This could serve to reveal a good deal about our "hero" but instead becomes a pretty negative description of his wife. I would much rather have discovered what Glynis is like through situations and dialogues than be told what to think. Admittedly, some descriptions are very striking:
"..in art school, Glynis had not chosen her medium by accident. She naturally identified with any material that so fiercely refused to do what you wanted it to, whose form was resistant to change and responded only to violent manhandling. Metal was obstreperous. Were it ever mistreated, its dents and scratches caught the light like grudges." It's the last sentence that stands out for me.
Then the story moves on to Shep's "best friend" Jackson, whose exaggerated diatribes I admit to finding amusing and telling. It took me a while to realise that his sparky but odd daughter is in fact disabled with an obscure physical condition that blights not only her life, but that of the entire family. I felt very discouraged at this stage. Was so much suffering really necessary?
Also, in the midst of the wealth of unpleasant detail about bodily malfunctions, the opportunity is missed to enact, rather than report second-hand , some dramatic scenes, such as the point at which Glynis tells Shep she has cancer, and his initial reactions as his chance to escape evaporates, or to explore his feelings towards a woman he is prepared to leave until he hears of her need for his health insurance. This would not only have made the story more emotionally engaging, but also shown a clearer progression of the character's thoughts. Yet Shriver is capable of being very incisive, as when she closes a chapter with Shep's admission to himself that he only has enough money to realise his dreams if Glynis "dies soon".
As it is, the links between stages in both dialogue and scenes are at times clunky and contrived, and major new developments may seem to occur too abruptly, such as the degree to which Jackson has "reached his limit", when you might have expected Shep to be in this state.
Another limitation is that none of the characters seems to be afflicted by the sense of anguish based on deep love, or the fear of loss of a companion. This may be acceptable for Shep because he is ultra practical and pragmatic, but makes for a less moving story, in which you care too little for in many ways unlikeable people.
Perhaps I became inured to all this suffering, but the book improved for me as I persevered, and the last hundred pages or so seem the best: well-paced, plot strands coming together well, an ending which was remarkably positive, and avoided sentimentality, mawkishness or the cop out of not knowing how to finish the dilemma one has created. However, even here there is a superficiality in the personal relationships, a kind of "cold heart" and skimming round the depths of real grief.
I acknowledge Lionel Shriver's undoubted talent, but wish she had made the book shorter, checked her narrative for overkill (no pun intended), and toned down some of the cynical wisecracking humour, perhaps the product of an attempt to write like an American male.
I was hooked from the outset by this well-plotted, moving tale of the relationship between a middle-class Bombay widow Sera and her faithful servant Bhima. The common factor in these two women's lives is their unhappy marriages leading to disappointed hopes. Despite her education, Sera has endured the tyranny of a spiteful mother-in-law and abuse at the hands of a controlling, often violent husband, but now finds happiness in the company of her pregnant daughter and charming son-in-law. Bhima's life was destroyed when her once adoring husband left her, yet she too finds a reason for living in her grand-daughter Maya whose college education Sera has generously supported. The problem is that Maya's bright future is now in ruins since she has somehow fallen pregnant.
This story is certainly very bleak at times, but made endurable by the author's close observation of Bombay society – embracing both the wealthy and slum dwellers – her keen sense of humour and what sounded to me like authentic dialogue: the quirky turns of phrase, often flowery speech and peppering of Indian terms add colour to the writing.
The story is developed through lengthy flashbacks, so that dramatic incidents are implied to arouse your curiosity, with the details gradually revealed. The climax is predictable but the ending is not. At first, I was disappointed by it, but decided on reflection that the author chooses a subtle, clever note on which to close, leaving it to the reader to consider what happens next.
I was interested by the parallels between the way middle-class Indians treat their servants, and the behaviour of white Americans towards their black servants in the South until recently, as portrayed in the bestselller, "The Help" – for instance, requiring maids to drink out of their own separate cups, and not letting them sit at the same table, whilst expecting them to bring up one's children as their own, and also helping them out in a paternalistic way in moments of deep personal trouble.
All the main characters are well-developed as complex people with strengths and flaws. The character of Bhima is particularly interesting. Her illiteracy exposes her to exploitation – apart from limiting her employment prospects – and saps her confidence. Yet her natural intelligence gives her a perceptiveness and ability to analyse others, in a very pragmatic way, which eludes some of her so-called superiors. Despite endless hardship, she maintains a dignity and pride which at times cost her dear, but you have to admire her unbreakable spirit. In contrast, Sera lets her own spirit be broken in order to hang on to material things and respectability, so ultimately perhaps loses more of what really matters than her outwardly povertystricken and downtrodden maid.
I agree that this book is most likely to appeal to women, and may in fact repel some men initially prepared to give it a chance, since the male sex is portrayed in a pretty negative light, as either weak or selfish and vindictive.
This novel covers the same territory as Arvind's "The White Tiger" but in a less wisecracking and cynical, more subtle and introspective fashion, both worth reading in their different ways.
Reading the fifth of the Harry Hole series to be translated into English, I was as usual torn between an irresistible compulsion to get to the end, and irritation with myself, since I knew the grand finale would be preposterous, and I should be spending my time on something more challenging, not to mention less at times gratuitously nasty. Perhaps the ludicrous nature of some episodes, or the touches of humour or pathos serve to offset the scenes that leave a dirty taste in the mouth.
However, if you are going to read this genre, Nesbo is one of the best as regards pacy, twisting, nail-biting plots. Also, “The Snowman” is an improvement on the earlier books in the series, in that the characters are more developed, with more space devoted to their inner thoughts – we have Rakel trying to convince herself that she has “moved on” from her relationship with Harry, or the bumptious young policeman Skarre making clumsy chauvinistic passes at an attractive new work colleague, then pretending she wasn’t worth it when he has been rejected.
The quality of the writing and the structure seem to be better. Some odd similes, like the snowflakes which “invaded like an armada from outer space” are acceptable for their exuberant style, although the question remains as to what extent jarring – even incomprehensible – phrases are due to the translator lacking a writer’s flair. There is also less of the confusing flitting back and forth in time.
I still like the distinctive Nordic touch – the inescapable, persistent snow, the pragmatic sexual frankness, the melancholy introversion of many of the characters.
The plot based on a deranged serial killer is perhaps less interesting and original than those based on social or political issues, like “The Redbreast”, although the storyline is handled better.
Whatever you think of the plot, the details as ever stack up neatly at the end. Even though I am getting better at seeing how Nesbo’s mind works, there are still moments of real tension when it seems impossible for a character to survive. Although the drama seem almost strip cartoonish at times, you know that, although Harry will live to appear in another book, he may only pull through at a price, and those close to him may not.
As ever, this is a good read for a long journey or airport-stranded, stuck in hospital situation in which you want to lose yourself without too much effort.
⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars
The Snowman: A Harry Hole thriller (Oslo Sequence 5)
This fourth novel in the Harry Hole series to be translated into English continues the pattern one has learned to expect from Nesbo – imaginative, slightly zany, an enthusiastic outpouring of words which on balance wins you over, so that you are prepared to overlook the shortcomings of the writing style.
The formula includes a carefully constructed, convoluted plot in which, despite the numerous twists, all the details tie up, although some remain highly implausible. Add to this moments of high tension and suspense, increased by the ruthless willingness to sacrifice any character, bar the teflon Harry himself. Then there is the continual shifting back and forth in time, and between characters, which can be confusing and call for sustained concentration – in one early chapter there are no less than three separate "he's" travelling across cities to make visits for reasons that are as yet unclear.
Vivid evocations of the intense cold of the Norwegian winter combine with appealing little descriptions of say, the senior Salvation Army official fishing through a hole in ice so thin that he wears skis to spread his weight. An insight into a world of drug addiction and corruption may come as a surprise from beneath the smooth surface of what I have long assumed to be one of the most orderly and civilised nations in the world.
Focus on topical themes is in this case on the Salvation Army dedicated to helping down-and-outs in Oslo, and Croatian immigrants trying to make a life in the aftermath of the vicious war with the Serbs.
Last but not least is a sense of ambivalence over the quality of the writing: quite literary in a dark Scandinavian way at times; original, as in the description of the cliffs with a "comb-over" of grass, yet too often the flow is impeded by clunky or cheesy passages which make you wince.
Overall, "The Redeemer" may be better than its three predecessors, in that the plot is more ingenious and convincing, turning as it does on the murder of a young salvation army officer at the hands of a Croatian hitman. Also, there seems to be more character development and shading between simplistic "black and white wrong and right." For instance, the hitman is portrayed as a complex and in some ways even sympathetic personality as one discovers the events which have shaped him, and can feel for him as he suffers increasing hardship in his efforts to escape capture in Oslo in order to complete his mission, as his plans suffer a series of setbacks.
However, the sheer size of the cast leaves little space for more than sketchily drawn stereotypes or cardboard characters in many cases – it is at times like a crime soap in which certain characters take a back-seat for a while. I did not find the behaviour of the real villain (whose identity I cannot reveal) very convincing.
Like many page-turners, the ending may disappoint you a little, but I liked the touch of ambiguity and scope for "moral debate" in the final pages which raise this thriller slightly above the "get the villain against the odds" norm.
In this fast-moving interweaving of two intriguing plots ( Harry Hole's task of tracking down a serial bank robber who has killed a cashier, and finding the killer of his former lover) nothing may be quite what it seems. I like the Norwegian setting – how could I not have known that "Oslo" means "the plain below the ridge"? The often very short scenes, flitting between characters and back and forth in time, with occasional blurring of dreams and reality, make the book very film-like, and in the process slick rather than moving.
So why did I find my attention wandering, so that I missed clues and had to search back for passages in order to understand what is going on? I think it is because of the tendency for fragmented, even staccato, scenes in which important points are often made very briefly, even implied. Presumably, to aid the suspense, you know that Harry has discovered something important and is taking action, but you don't yet know what and why. I also feel that many of the characters are stored in watertight boxes and brought out for brief mention e.g Harry's current lover Rachel with son Oleg, or his previous work partner, the murdered Ellen. Concerns about these could be more of a continual preoccupation in Harry's mind, so that you, the reader, also begin to relate to them and care about them more.
My main reservations are as follows. I often found many of the more important characters somewhat unconvincing e.g. the gypsy crime boss Raskol and his "niece" Anna. The dialogues of a very diverse range of people often seem too similar, probably the way Nesbo would speak himself. Some of the plot twists are just too implausible for me, not least the ingenious denouement which I clearly cannot give away.
Of course, Nesbo has sold so many millions that he does not need to bother to edit more carefully to improve the depth and flow of the novel. Also, some stilted or even unclear sentences made me wonder how much the book has suffered in translation.
I agree that it would be helpful to make the sequence of stories clearer. The first three available in English are: The Redbreast, Nemesis, The Devil's Star. I believe the next three which I have yet to read are: The Redeemer, The Snowman and The Leopard.
I could not avoid comparing Mankell's "A Troubled Man" with the bestsellers of the Nordic writers Larsson and Nesbo. Like Larsson, Mankell is deeply concerned about the state of Swedish society, corruption in politics and the security services, and the country's awkward position, supposedly neutral between the "bad guys" in Russia and "good guys" in America, although this crude division oversimplifies the truth. Although Mankell "writes better" than the other two as regards developing characters – I particularly like the complex relationship and dialogues between Wallander and his daughter Linda – this last in the Wallander series is definitely not a page turner. It lacks the tight plotting and moments of tension and high drama you find in Nesbo's Harry Hole novels.
The investigation begins with the disappearance of Håkan von Enke, the retired submarine commander who just happens to be the father of Linda's partner Hans – whose involvement in banking just when Iceland is going bust seems a missed opportunity for development as a subplot. The simple storyline proceeds so slowly, with much of the past drama being revealed to Wallander in long rambling conversations, that I found it hard to continue. The frequent digressions into gloomy even bleak introspection and more bitter than sweet nostalgia began to wear me down. I grew impatient with Wallander's preoccupation with ageing and death – he's only 59, for Heaven's sake! I admit that losing one's mind, which Wallander clearly fears, can strike people far younger than this.
I wondered whether Mankell was investing Wallander with his own sense of mortality, but he's only in his sixties, and seems very active. Perhaps Mankell has grown attached to Wallander and wanted a last novel that would "take stock" of his life, and pursue a realistic approach in denying a happy old age to a man who has sacrificed too much of himself (as regards personal relationships and hobbies) to catching criminals, and has inevitably been damaged by the horrific sights he has been forced to witness.
Fortunately, the plot picks up at the end with quite a rapid denouement, but I was unconvinced by the way that Wallander's constantly reiterated sense that he is "missing something" suddenly resolves into a neat set of accurate deductions.
Filled with admiration for Mankell's support of just causes (including his stance on Palestine), his practical financial aid to those in need and evident wisdom in judging the state of the world, I would like to give him 5 stars. Although I might just give 4 for the quality of the writing, the plot seems a little too thin and lame and would have gained from a little more of the author's time. So, if I give this 4 stars it is as a psychological study rather than a successful detective thriller. Of course, this makes it "out of kilter" with the rest of the series…..
This is good for improving your "streetwise French" and provides an insight into the pressures on the children of Algerian immigrants growing up in French cities such as Lyons. There must be more than a touch of autobiography in Azouz Begag's portrayal of Beni, by turns cocky or insecure and self-deprecating. We see him facing prejudice at school, from the police, his would-be friend's mother and in his attempts to forge a western-style social life.
There are some moving moments: Beni persecutes his downtrodden sister, but feels sorry when he upsets her, yet cannot hug her since that kind of physical contact simply does not occur in his culture. He half-despises his father, a manual worker on construction sites, desperate for his son to succeed, trying to exert his authority by force if need be, but dependent on Beni to write letters for him. Yet despite his urges to be a normal teenager, Beni cannot break free from his father's values. When he is denied entry to a porn film (on grounds of age) he consoles himself with the knowledge that at least he can go home and look his father in the eye without lying.
Beni tries to survive by playing the comic, and fantasising about becoming a comedian or, in the meantime, realising a romance with a blonde class mate.
The story is really a set of anecdotes which you may find entertaining, along with Beni's tendency to misunderstand French words, despite his tactless habit of correcting people's grammar. It may appeal mostly as a novel for teenagers, but to be honest I found it quite tedious after a while.
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