twenty-seven word reviews
science fiction, fantasy and other (counter)culture, occasional gorkys zygotic mynci and frankfurt school references... as featured in 'banana wings', 'focus' (bfsa magazine) &, umm, currently working outwards from there; on bluesky (@ketelby.bsky.social), contactable by email at dsketelby@gmail.com, accept no imitations (pronouns: he/him)
Tuesday, 1 April 2025
kate bush's 'wuthering heights': some context
Monday, 13 January 2025
yesterday in working class history
On 12 January 1989, the punk subculture was identified as the primary problem in a "youth analysis" produced by the East German (DDR) government.In the early 1980s authorities estimated there were around 1,000 punks in the country, and around 10,000 visibly identifiable punk sympathisers, who had developed a national network to exchange information and ideas, and had links with left wing and anarchist punks in West Germany.
For more about this from the Working Class History website (highly recommended as an addition to any conscious social media feed), click here.
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(One of my best ever gigs: seeing Domácí kapela - who had Plastic People of the Universe DNA - in Prague in 1992, with my friend N.)
(There may be a music-as-potential-dissidence trail here leading off into Plato's suspicion of the arts generally in The Republic).
(For "of course I wouldn't have liked to grow up there" with reference to ABBA - no, really - and the brand-new shiny 2020s, click here).
Monday, 6 January 2025
fifty years ago today (a spasm of technophobic and psychotic violence)
During the (in)famous first few moments of this series, we meet Nicky, aged fourteen, doing her homework at the kitchen table. Mum and Dad are also present, she knitting, perhaps something for the baby (we soon find out that she’s expecting), he smoking a pipe and reading the paper. When Nicky complains that she’s finding it hard to concentrate, Dad reassures her that: “You always do well in English.”
So far, so ordinary – though we might momentarily wonder about the ram’s skull on one shelf and an ornamental set of scales on another. What disasters are being foreshadowed, and what exactly is about to be weighed in the balance?
As the scene develops, all three family members fret about the strangely close and oppressive weather – it’s this that’s been hampering Nicky’s concentration and it’s not doing much for the grown-ups either. The television, which has been on, has been playing silent black and white images of small children playing. (This may make us think of John Wyndham's The Midwich Cuckoos and other uncanny depictions of children in genre fiction). Nicky asks for the volume to be turned up. Briefly, before static kills both the picture and sound, we hear fragments of a news bulletin: abnormal weather conditions, the Welsh borders, thunderstorms, and see images of flash flooding.
An unearthly noise then makes itself felt (“Twelve different layers of thrashing, awful sounds,” Paddy Kingsland of the BBC RadiophonicWorkshop later recalled) and Dad, face contorted, starts smashing the television with a candlestick. Sheila and Nicky look momentarily aghast before they too are possessed with an urge to destroy all technological gadgets. We then see street scenes of ordinary middle-class householders smashing bicycles and cars, intercut with stock footage of burning tube trains and exploding bridges. This footage is perhaps crudely put together by modern standards but this brief montage, showing us that this spasm of technophobic and psychotic violence is now nationwide, remains unsettling to watch.
It's 6th January 1975, and we’re now exactly three minutes into The Changes. Britain’s youngsters – because it’s tea-time, and this is children’s programming – have just watched the world end. Soon, the BBC’s telephone switchboard will be jammed with parents calling in to complain..
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To read more, you'll need to get hold of an article I wrote about this landmark television series in the British Science Fiction Association's writers' magazine, Focus (#78, Summer 2024), in a trilogy of articles on 1970s British genre TV that also looks at Nigel Kneale's Beasts in #77, and Terry Nation's Survivors in the current issue, #79.(Trilogy? Arguably, it's a four-parter if we include an earlier piece which reads James Herbert’s landmark 1974 horror novel The Rats in the light of punk rock and other alternative cultures).
To sample both the 'initial montage' mentioned in the excerpt above and also Paddy Kingsland's/ the BBC Radiophonic Workshop music, watch the British Film Institute's DVD trailer (that'd be one way to watch, the other is to purchase on Amazon Prime, scroll down for links to both).
It was watching this trailer on repeat (once something gets under the skin..) which told me that I had to get hold of the series - and, of the three series I've written about, it's 'The Changes' that'd be the one I'd take to the proverbial desert island and also the article which I feel is the strongest.
I'm grateful to Dev Agarwal, Focus editor, that I was able to 'run a little long' with this one, compared to the initial wordcount guideline - this allowed me to note that the series re-unites a number of actors with significant prior reputations in Indian and Pakistani cinema who had also worked together on Insaaf [1971], an intriguing Urdu-language film, half-drama, half-extended infomercial, made by the UK Government’s Central Office for Information in order to promote employment rights under the 1968 Race Relations Act and given a limited cinematic release in British towns with significant South Asian populations. It also allowed me to reference two mid-1970s polemics by, respectively, E.P. Thompson and Michael Moorcock which deserve to be better known and more widely read..
One line of exposition I'd have developed given even another few hundred words on 'The Changes' would've been about how this series would be an important reference point for anyone wishing to talk about the life, career and almost wholly positive societal influence - in respect of creating children's television which respects, educates and entertains young minds and (as an integral part of that necessarily transformative project) in respect of the politics of representation, broadly conceived - of producer and executive Anna Home. Here's to you, Anna..!===
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Thursday, 14 November 2024
histories
These have included:
Aftermath: Life in the Fallout of the Third Reich 1945-55, by Harald Jähner (cultural journalist, former edtior of the Berliner Zeitung) about how those Germans who had survived (including surviving or having had varying levels of complicity in the Holocaust) lived through the decade 'after'.
The Berlin Wall: 13 August 1961- 9 November 1989, by Frederick Taylor, historian, which details how citizens of the two Germanies and, in particular, East and West Berlin adjusted themselves to that most concrete of 'facts on the ground', together with the four-cornered geopolitical wrangling (the US, USSR, East and West Germany) that the Wall both occasioned and expressed.
(and currently - this next is as vast as its subject, so I can use it to kill insects and even small mammals if I don't finish, or even if I do)
The House of Government: A Saga of the Russian Revolution by Yuri Slezkine, a sociological, literary and group biographical account of those who inhabited a housing complex - then the largest residential building in Eurpoe - completed by the Soviet Union in the early 1930s to house the elite and those favoured by the regime. This includes a 40 or 50 page excursus on the nature, definitions and history since the Axial Age - a concept that this book is bringing into focus for me - of 'religion', 'cult' etc, as the author discusses how best to classify Marxism generally and Bolshevism in particular.
The last-named would’ve been worth the price of admission just for this re-reading of Judaeo-Christian scripture through a Dostoyevskian lens:
“The End was pre-determined; the Israelites kept making wrong choices; and the Lord kept blaming them for his continued unwillingness or inability to fulfill his promise. The world’s first heavenly autocrat was also, by virtue of his chronic theodicy problem, the world’s first Underground Man (or Adolescent). Constantly snubbed by his spiritual inferiors, he bragged about his great accomplishments, promised even greater accomplishments, nursed his many grudges, feigned humility, relished his ability to cause pain and thwart expectations, and fantasised obsessively about a spectacular public humiliation of the strong, the arrogant and the well-connected.”
As a believing Christian and a clergy spouse (my flower arranging is rubbish, my tea and coffee rota skills are so-so, my baking is 'on point'), I naturally think that there's A Bit More To It Than That - a helpful and pertinent challenge to be asked to articulate what, though.
(Plenty, perhaps more of which later - though there's also "of that which we cannot speak" etc).
Thinking about long, immersive histories, it may be time to try reading Gibbon again ("one must not say that one is reading Gibbon, always that one is re-reading him" - High Table folklore), though I can't imagine why anyone might be tempted to read a painstaking chronicle of the at first slow and then horribly sudden fall of a great Empire around now [heavy sarcasm].
Friday, 23 August 2024
space merchants (recent & current reading)
(With the family background, the connections, the money, the house in Hampstead etc, it’d be possible to rubbish Paul Foot as ‘a champagne socialist’ – as according to one tired right-wing set of tropes any socialist must either be POOR and therefore marginal, motivated by the politics of envy etc or RICH and therefore a hypocrite, a champagne socialist etc. Don’t fall for it – and if you’re a socialist *and/or* a price-conscious consumer, sign up to Verso’s mailing list for the regular 80%-off ebook sales!).
Alec Nevala-Lee’s ‘Astounding’, a literary history of the American magazine of that name (and particularly of its hugely influential editor across three decades or so from the 1930s through to the very early 1970s), later rebranded as ‘Analog’, which effectively defined so-called ‘Golden Age’ science fiction. L Ron Hubbard and Dianetics, later Scientology, features largely in this book – two things which I feel I learned from reading this were, first, just how unpleasant a human being Hubbard was (and how malign a movement Scientology was, right from the get-go) and, second, just how deeply implicated and involved much of early 1950s science fiction culture, some of its leading lights certainly, in this nascent movement. Indeed, Scientology could be seen – as this book implicity does – as a sort of mirror-image (or Jungian shadow) of some of 1950s America’s best hopes.
Frederik Pohl & C.M. Kornbluth’s ‘The Space Merchants’ (1952) is a fortuitous library find, having just finished the above (that distinctive Gollancz yellow does tend to draw the eye). Asimov and Heinlein I feel I know… but this, with its ecologically wrecked planet Earth, its Consies (think the International Workers of the World, aka the Wobblies, crossed with Extinction Rebellion), and its politics and space colonisation efforts driven almost entirely by over-mighty advertising agencies, somewhat gives the lie to any one-dimensional view of science fiction’s Golden Age as Truman-era American boosterism, fictionalised. (Perhaps Alfred Bester already did that). I mean, one imagines Adam ‘HyperNormalisation’ Curtis buying a ticket for this train…
I’m also midway through ‘Paradise Lost’, again (about once a decade, particularly at times of personal challenge or change) and also Doris Lessing’s ‘The Golden Notebook’ – which I’ve begun a couple of times before and which has previously defeated me. I think I begin to grasp what this book is, does, and is ‘for’ now (her famous early 1970s ten-years-later preface is good on, among other things, how and why certain books only land with us at specific phases of our lives and also on how this book in particular has interacted with its readership, then and since).
Tuesday, 23 July 2024
burnham beach amusements
Though the Long Poem Magazine - that most Ronseal* of UK literary magazines - didn't want this homage to Matthew Arnold's 'Dover Beach' threaded with uncomprehended references to Marxian economics and the state of the nation under Theresa May (remember her?), you do.
Disclaimer: poems are fictions and, while Sarah, Meg and I did indeed housesit for friends in Burnham-on-Sea, neither of them resemble in any sense the small-time gangster & all-round bad 'un that 'Geoff' appears to be. (IRL 'Geoff' was the name of their French bulldog - great fun, much missed).
*if you're British and over 35, you'll know
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Burnham Beach Amusements
Cash-starved companies pay scrip instead;
Poets short on inspiration pay out others’ words,
Signage, half-remembered jokes off Twitter,
Others’ poems too, though only if conveniently out of copyright;
T.S. Eliot did it, he was in publishing;
If anyone would’ve known about copyright…
You know what? Call it sampling. Think The Prodigy, The Orb,
Other Dad dance-bands of the inter-war era
The sea was calm that night,
The tide was full, the moon lay fair
Upon the straits; over at Hinkley, the light
Gleamed and was gone, you get me?
On telly, Boris Jumpstart gobbing off about Brexit again,
Personified bumptious disappointment and bad faith
It was the heatwave summer, summer of flies;
Battered by work, SATS, interior decorating, we’d repaired to Burnham
To celebrate Meg’s eleventh birthday there,
That, and England losing to Croatia, better than Iceland though, yeah?
Imagine – house-sitting an eight-bedroom beachfront property
With only wife, daughter, smartphone, guitar,
Apricot wheats, New Scientist and
Dover Thrift edition of Matthew Arnold for company
Bit like being a Palestinian desert hermit, only not.
Garage In Constant Use, Thank You says Geoff’s garage;
‘Why are you saying thank you? It’s not me doing it,’
I always used to think; My Motor’s Mucking Fagic
And I Hate People that Take Drugs – Like Customs and Police
Say the stickers on Geoff’s other car;
Those are the bumper stickers of a younger man
But I’d like to see you try telling Geoff that.
I don’t know how he made his money, we don’t ask;
He has a firm handshake and a lazy eye;
We’re always careful to leave the place very, very tidy;
Good old Geoff.
Come to the window, love; sweet is the night air
I’ve written one about you, sweetheart
It’s also about the falling-away of Western civilisation;
Listen though; you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back and fling
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin and cease and then again begin
With tremulous cadence Jon Snow, bringing
Regulatory alignment in.
Some afternoons Burnham-on-Sea brings
Into my mind the turbid ebb and flow of human misery
Maybe sitting in that free air-conditioned seating area
For patrons eating lukewarm fish and chips did it;
Won’t be going there again, ‘Somerset Life’ or no.
Mind you, the amusements are where it’s at, yeah?
And I mean, it makes you think, I mean, I mean –
And as I fed £1.50 in tuppences from a margarine tub
Decorated with one-armed bandit symbols into the pacman twopenny drop machine
In Novichok Amusements or whatever it was called,
I thought about what Kim Stanley Robinson (Mars trilogy guy)
Calls Gotterdammerung capitalism – a spiralling turbo-charged tragedy
Of the commons in which Capital discards even the pretence
Of securing its own continuation, racing instead to liquidate
Societal, material, financial assets
Still, one thing many of us have asked ourselves
Eighteen months into the Trump administration
Is why volatility indicators such as VIX have been holding steady
With market sentiment positively sanguine at times
That would seem a reason to be cheerful
But maybe there’s a Pascal’s wager here;
Like, the markets can bet on or presage or bring about
A range of possible outcomes, but one thing
They can’t bet on is the end of the market system itself,
Whether through some civilisation-ending cataclysm
Or transition to a saner post-market social arrangement
Then, despite the occasional clatter into a receptive metal tray
Of bits of my own money returning to me like,
Oh, I dunno, pebbles being washed up on the beach or something,
The £1.50 I’ve allowed myself expires;
Gamble Aware; When The Fun Stops, Stop.
Geoff says I overthink things; says, you’ve a head for figures,
Should do what I done: got FOREX trading software on my tablet,
FOREX Foreign Exchange, yeah? I punted a spare ten grand,
Doubled my stake inside of a fortnight, nearly,
You should try; Geoff, I say, I don’t have a spare ten grand;
Five then, he says; tell you what,
I shorted the pound the night of that referendum,
It was the right outcome, will of the people and that,
Plus I made an absolute packet; mind you,
Funny thing was I felt sad during that weekend, I don’t know why
Life’s a Russian novel sometimes, yeah? Good old Geoff.
You know at Angie and Mike’s wedding, sweetheart?
Geoff had had a few; me and him were talking out by the marquee.
All of a sudden he says to me, he says,
“You know what, Mark lad? I used to believe in things.”
Then he got very quiet, wouldn’t say what he meant.
Later he got even more drunk, tried to get off with whatshername
And you know when you watch the news?
Seeing sinister-clown types spaffing on about sovereignty
Puts you in mind of what Marx said,
‘The Eighteenth Brumaire’ I think it was,
About the backward-glancing, fancy-dress aspect of historical praxis
Because this ‘will of the people’ stuff is a distraction-conjurement
Away from new-tech and new-media’s ability to
Manipulate huge data sets and also to
Use narrowcasting, bots etc to prime in a calibrated behaviourist sense
An almost infinitesimally segmented demos –
A sort of always-and-everywhere focus group –
Nah, me neither, I was only joking!
You know what, though, I really, really love you,
Love it that you smoke roll-ups, believe in Jesus,
Won about ninety tickets on the horse-racing machines
Which helped our daughter towards the sparkly emoji stress ball
She so coveted from the Novichok Amusements’ gift shop,
That you binge watch ‘Say Yes to the Dress’
And once, aged 22, played Simon & Garfunkel songs
On an acoustic guitar to the lifers at Parkhurst;
You should finish that comedy script about the Secure Training Centre
Pitch it to BBC3 or something
But in the meantime hold me,
And when you’ve left off, I’ll hold you
Maybe we can hold each other in a reciprocal customs arrangement
Please do not feed UKIP, they are pests. Sedgemoor District Council
Say signs leading down unto the beach; if they don’t, they should.
Trump mis-speaking flattery to Putin; Jumpstart’s bad Latinisms;
Steve Bandwidth wading in, telling us which prisoners we should release;
Who the hell does he think he is? No, don’t answer that.
[This stanza about Piers Morgan has been removed
Because it did not meet our community standards.]
While during this too-hot presaging heatwave, ignorant armies clash on Newsnight,
A naturalist writes: to my shame I’ve not been minding my language
And the President of the United States tweets:
I am fighting for a level playing field for our farmers – and will win
And I am in Brussels, but always thinking about our farmers
And I am watching what is going on in Europe
And Twitter is getting rid of fake accounts at a record pace.
Will
that include the Failing New York Times?
Please note that patrons who lean against
Or rock the machines will be asked to leave
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together please for Matthew Arnold,
Thank you to the highminded nineteenth century guy who foresaw it all
On honeymoon beside these Northern seas. I’m only sorry
That us later poets pay out scrip instead of cash – he saw that too.
Sunday, 31 March 2024
listen
Have you been listening to anything good lately..?
My current favourite 'spoken word' listens are This Jungian Life (content-rich, yet also has a warmth to it, perhaps something to do with vocal timbre - so the psychotherapeutic equivalent of watching 'All Creatures Great and Small' with grandparents at some imagined cosy teatime during the late postwar consensus), Our Opinions are Correct (SFF/H genre stuff from Annalee Newitz and Charlie Jane Anders, almost at 150 episodes now, all of them good) & Classroom Psychology with Dr Cora Sergeant (about how gender variance shows up in education and across society: I like the gracious yet pointed approach of taking public figures' transphobic or just ignorant public statements as 'the questions they were so clearly intended to be').
Other podcast listens: Pluto Press (Radicals in Conversation) / The Verso Podcast / Zer0 Books & Repeater Media / Houston We Have A Podcast (NASA) / The Good Robot / The Angry Clean Energy Guy
Also, audio books: Ulysses this autumn, The Brothers Karamazov this spring. Jim Norton and Marcella Riordan are excellent interpreters of the former. As for the lattter, Dostoyevsky is very
good at abnormal psychology, addiction and intense situations and the
narrator, Luke Thompson, is also great at ‘doing the voices’ and particularly at drawing out the weird, subterranean hilarity that gleams
through the text at moments. He gives a particularly good turn when portraying the drunken
voluptuary Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov at his varying levels of inebriation and
shame and the self-conscious, priggish ‘1840s liberal’ Pyotr Alexandrovich
Musov whom he baits relentlessly during their encounter in the monastic cell of
the Elder Zosima. Fyodor’s manservant Grigory and his possible illegitimate son
Smerdyakov have Yorkshire accents, which kind of works...