Forgot to mention that the other day bibliothec
and I were having dinner at McMenamin's Barley Mill on Hawthorne, where someone had parked an elderly FJ-40 Land Cruiser outside in complete strip-down mode. Windshield folder, doors and roof removed, the works. This thing looked like it lived somewhere in the Nevada desert. It was towing a WWII/Korea surplus US Army trailer to boot. The driver finally wandered out of the restaurant, and he was the love child of Fidel Castro and Billy Gibbons.
That observation led to the_child
wanting to know who Fidel Castro was. Which embarked the three of us on a reasonably lengthy discussion of revolutionary politics, colonialism and post-colonialism, and the history of ancient China and Pharaonic Egypt. Coz you know, you're never too young to learn the True History of our times.
In other news, just finished reading The Air Loom
by Mike Jay. [ amazon.com
] It's creative nonfiction, about James Tilly Matthews
, who is Patient Zero for the modern affliction of machine control. Matthews is the great-granddaddy of everyone with a CIA mind control implant or an alien anal probe, in other words. Jay spends a lot of time on the politics of French revolution, the history and evolution of mental health care in early modern Europe, and even on architecure. I thought it sagged a little in the second half, but the book is a veritable mine of wonderful citations, concepts and story ideas.
Next up, an ARC of The Demon in the City
by our own lovely and talented mevennen
. I very much enjoyed her Snake Agent
], and am looking forward to this book.
Off to work now. Play nice, do good, don't leave home without your ration of Spam.