Lays of Lost Thoughts

This book (available from that link as an online .pdf for free) by my late friend David Brookes is a phenomenal collection of poetry consisting of material written between 2016 and 2025. Before I talk about the book itself I want to talk briefly about David. He was a semi-regular attender of the spoken word night I host; I didn't know him as well as I would have liked but I liked him a lot. Softly spoken & articulate, considerate & generous, wise beyond his years & extremely easy to talk to however small or deep you wanted to go - he was a great guy and a much-valued part of our little community. So it was with great shock and sadness that I heard last month that he had taken his own life. I am publishing this post exactly a month after his memorial service. Heartbreakingly, mere days before he left us, he uploaded all of his work to his website as free .pdfs; alongside this poetry collection is a collection of short stories (which I aim to read very soon) and a monumentally ambitious five-part epic imagineering a lost mythology of the British Isles, complete with gods, monsters, heroes, and the like (which I will read at some point and which I thoroughly regret never having had the chance to talk to him about when he was alive, as it looks utterly fascinating); I urge you to check all of this out as David was a profoundly gifted writer.

   Which brings me to the book. All of the poems herein are free verse, and this collection is a dazzling testament to the power and profundity of that medium; contained within is also a breathtakingly marvellous breadth of expression. The poems range in theme from love & loss to the natural & cosmic to history & memory and more - I really struggled to select ones to mention specifically in this post as I could very easily highlight every poem in the book, but I've tried to limit myself to about 30-40% to leave a bit more wiggle-room for surprise when you go and read it yourself, which you absolutely should. In the opening few poems we get the bleary wanderlust of Where Were We followed by the tentative longing of Spools of Wool and the sheer wistful beauty of Listening to Your Recorded Presentation on Mortuary Practices in Medieval Byzantine Anatolia (which I read at our spoken word night in tribute to him after we'd heard the news). Then we get the simmering heartwrenching jealousy of There is a Burning Cold I Feel and passionate physicality of Yours Are Not the Cold Touches, the tender parasociality of The What That Happened to Brendan Fraser and even tenderer (if possible) silence of We Are Good at Looking at Each Other. After these, the blunt cynic realism of Paterson, and a delicious contrast between the indignant quietness of Look at You and the chaotic lovingness of The Riot of You. Then the demure nostalgia of Mosborough Moor and the detached pain of To the Marble in My Mouth, the familiar care of I Can't Help Her, the grimy determination of Scour, hopeful gratitude of Rievaulx, and remembered adventure of Wild Swimming. Catching up to current events, Invasion is a sensitive expression of solidarity with Ukraine, following which is the ponderous brilliance of Jabberwocky Prayer (one of my favourites). Flea Bomb almost leaves you personally itchy - you definitely feel the residual guilt, while Gold White has a gorgeous blending of love and nature imagery, and then Playlist (a found poem constructed out of collaged song lyrics) displays a deft selective precision. The final section of the book is called Songs of Extinction, each poem dedicated to a species of animal that has gone extinct within living memory - so treated are the desert bandicoot, the gloomy tube-nosed bat, the laughing owl and western black rhinoceros. Tragically, the final poem in this section and indeed the whole book is titled Self-Portrait as Animal (extinct by choice), and functions as something of a poet's farewell letter to a world that has given all it can to make life worth continuing. Serious content warning to readers who get to the end of the book for that one as though it is a beautifully written piece it is also a heartbreakingly honest portrayal of anguish and annihilation.

   This is a difficult post to write, but I think it's probably the most important post I've ever written on this blog for the simple fact that David deliberately bequeathed his work unto the wider world before his departure, and it would be a tragedy if his memory were not kept burning as brightly as possible by sharing and enjoying and being inspired by the brilliance of that work. So please, if you have even the slightest fondness for poetry (and his style is as wide as it is deep - precise yet pliable, erudite yet never indulgently elusive); go download this book and read it at your leisure. And lest it not be said, be kind to one another. You never know the intensity of pain someone might be plastering a stable face over. I've been torturing myself with the thought that had I been just a bit friendlier or more intentional or encouraging I might have tipped the balance and David would still be living and laughing and breathing and writing. But I know from his memorial service that there were many people far closer to him than I who were far better positioned to be that kind of support and it still wasn't ultimately enough to assuage everything that pushed him to where he ended up. That said, we all walk our own roads and bear our own burdens, but company is always nice and is more often than not helpful in the struggle. So share, and listen, and love. Nobody makes the world a better place simply by leaving it.

the Traitor's Hand

This book is the third Caiaphas Cain novel by Sandy Mitchell. It is preceded by a short story titled The Beguiling, in which Cain and a ragtag team of his underlings get embroiled between Nurgle-cult & Slaanesh-cult shenanigans; then in the novel proper we have much more Slaanesh-cult shenanigans with a bit of Khorne thrown in at the end to spice things up.

   That's all you're getting on the plot itself, as this is the final post about this series that I foresee doing on this blog which means it's time for me to crack out a honest can of opinionated bloviation about the characters, themes, successes & failures of this omnibus insofar as I assume it represents the [over ten books] fuller series. My main takeaways are thus:

• Sandy Mitchell is good at being funny. While the Gaunt's Ghosts series does have its moments of levity, and whole comedy novels have been put out by the Black Library, overall the grimdark nature of Warhammer 40,000 as a setting does not lend itself to making you laugh, primarily. But here we are shown a relatively reliable means of doing so.
• Caiaphas Cain narrating in first-person is a nice change from every other Warhammer 40,000 novel I've read; it makes the tension more visceral and the character interactions/situations more immersive.
• Cain being, effectively, a lazy coward who wants nothing more than to be able to keep being respected as a commissar without ever having to do anything difficult or dangerous, is such a good premise. The setting is full of paint-by-numbers heroism; the shambling accidents by which Cain "saves the day" [i.e. survives with a bonus prize] make for extremely unpredictable storytelling, which I really enjoyed.
• Because the novels are in first-person but deal with things like planetary-scale warfare which is obviously better suited to third, Mitchell has made the genius editorial decision to frame each of these books as curated snippets from an autobiographical text file Cain himself was working on; where he misses out on certain pertinent details because he wasn't there or didn't care or both we have an entertaining sporadic slew of intermission chapters and asterisky footnotes filling in the gaps. This adds an excellent dimension of depth & distance to the text as the additions are being made by one Amberley Vail, an Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos, who personally crops up in these stories herself a few times.

   That's it I think. Funny Commissar, exciting action, Jurgen smells. Recommended for those whose interest has been piqued by the Warhammer 40,000 universe but have hithertofore found it Too grimdark to enjoy.

Caves of Ice

This book is the second novel in Sandy Mitchell's Caiaphas Cain series. In it our cowardly hero winds up struggling to survive on a winter planet trapped between an invading horse of orks and an awakening army of necrons. As with the first book in the omnibus there's a short story preceding it, this one called Echoes of the Tomb, in which Cain encounters yet more necrons thanks to the short-sighted lust for archaic tech of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Stand by for post about book three, in which I'll give some fuller reflections on the series as a whole.*

* What I've read of it, that is. I have no plans to read past book three - I'm enjoying them but I've got lots of other stuff to be reading & frankly I'm running out of shelf space.

For the Emperor

This book is the first of three in the first* omnibus collection of Ciaphas Cain stories by Sandy Mitchell - I'm reviewing each novel in the omnibus in a separate post as that only seems fair (and boosts my numbers for blog purposes).  As I do with all series, I'll do brief posts for the first couple and then a longer more reflective post once I've finished this introductory trilogy.

   Alongside the titular novel is a prelude short story called Fight or Flight, in which we are first introduced to Cain (a commissar whose dazzlingly heroic reputation is very much at odds with the reality of his character as a cunning coward who just wants a quiet life with as little mortal danger as possible - however life in the Imperial Guard never seems to quite grant him this - an amusing subversion of the genuinely heroic nature of most other famous commissars from the Warhammer 40,000 universe**) as he is introduced to his new placement with the Valhallan 12th Field Artillery, assigned a smelly aide called Jurgen, and narrowly avoids being consumed by a tyranid incursion.

   The novel itself picks up a few years later, as Cain is newly placed as commissar to the amalgamated mixed-gender regiment of the Valhallan 597th and sent to the remote backwater world Gravalax where Imperial citizens have been trading, heretically, with the Tau Empire. War over such an insignificant planet is not deemed worthwhile by the Guard so this mission is, at first at least, primarily diplomatic; wanting the humans to stop, or at minimum reduce, their problematic relations with the alien races, in such a way as to avoid violence (all of which is very much fine by Cain) - a goal set straight from the Inquisition itself. However events conspire as to raise the stakes, and Cain finds himself at the heart of a shambolic mess of risk-whichever-way-you-turn, only for things to get less confusing but even worse safety-wise when a genestealer cult is discovered who have manipulating developments from underground (quite literally - the second half of this novel largely takes place in a tunnel complex). The resolution is more of matter of muddled luck than anything authentically courageous or clever, which I suspect is par for the course in this particular commissar's career. I look forward to the next instalment.

* At time of writing there are ten Ciaphas Cain novels and many short stories out, and while I have no doubt I would enjoy reading them they're very low down my priority list given how much else I have to read - within the same universe I'm going back to my focus on the Horus Heresy.

** Looking specifically at you, Ibram Gaunt. And I suppose Yarrick.

the Roots of Civilisation

This book by Abdullah Öcalan is an incredibly ambitious* attempt to sketch a holistic picture of the history of civilisation originating from, driven by, and leading to future questions/plausibilities for the Middle East specifically.

    Obviously a holistic history of civilisation is going to cover a lot of ground & I won't pretend that I'm going to be able to summarise satisfactorily every general thrust of argument & evidence in the book - but this blog is what it is, so I suppose I should at least give a rough outline of the contents. We start in what is typically considered the birthplace of civilisation - Mesopotamia: a new innovation in human relations, hierarchy, emerged & thus supercharged the development of complex societies out of prehistory. Gender norms calcified into patriarchy, class systems cemented themselves as cities became centres of activity, slavery boomed, & religious ideology developed to justify all of this as a new natural. These norms spread - in part organically, in part violently - across the ancient Mediterranean as other hubs of society matured. As states gradually shifted away from slave-owning to feudal systems, monotheisms like Christianity & Islam helped to ideologically & economically support & promote the status quo. These monotheisms had the side-effect of promulgating individualistic & humanistic modes of thinking & being, such that eventually feudalism gave way to capitalism: societies demanded a new relationship to the powers over them - and achieved a great deal thus, with democratic nations emerging as a new normal. However, capitalism being rooted in perpetual expansion & extraction, this trajectory could not be considered perfect in the long-term, ultimately being doomed to crisis & collapse. Öcalan argues that the concept of a democratic nation is poised to fill the void & provide the next step in humanity's civilisational journey. Finally, he takes up the implications of the history he's just walked us through to consider the ideological & socio-political challenges facing us in the 21st century - people must agitate & organise toward a democratic civilisation if we want whatever follows capitalism to be true progress rather than a deterioration: he obliterates the possible objection that "this is all simply theory" by applying these ideas to current situations facing the Kurds, Anatolia, Iran & Palestine (and makes a pretty solid case for his democratic ideology being a workable solution, imho).

   Without committing several years of research into ancient&since history, I admit it's impossible for me to properly assess how accurate the pictures presented in this book are. However the general shape of civilisational development as shown here rings true in its overlaps with what I do know, and I don't know how much access to resources Öcalan was given throughout the writing process** (as Imrali, the Turkish island where he's imprisoned, isn't renowned for its library facilities) but if this book is even half-true it represents a momentous achievement of synthesised interdisciplinary reflection. Postcolonial history done to the highest degree. Absolutely recommended reading for anyone interested in world history, especially from a non-Western angle.

* Especially since it was written entirely from a solitary prison cell. This is the first and most scholarly such book, since being followed by a second about the PKK informed by Öcalan's personal experience & a third proposing a path forward between Turkey & the Kurds. This first volume provides historical context for the theoretical & practical concerns for the contemporary Kurdish movement as attested in his other writings.

** I mean, he must've had some access, because there's 12 pages of endnotes & a smallish but significant bibliography, and though I believe him to be a pretty smart dude I doubt he had all those precise references squirrelled away in mere memory.

Against Method

This book by Paul Feyerabend is one of the most important and certainly the most radical books of philosophy of science to come out of the twentieth century. It forms almost a perfect sequel to Thomas Kuhn's book in the same field - only, where Kuhn gave us an objective "what happens and how" of revolutions in scientific fields, Feyerabend here gives us a more subjective "what could maybe happen, and how to do it". To use a comparative metaphor, Kuhn wrote of scientific revolution like Marx wrote of its socio-economic equivalent, while Feyerabend writes of it like Che Guevara, chock full of grassroots incitement to properly-informed action and ample tactical advice (using Galileo's career as prime example).

   I won't go into depth with a summary of what he talks about in this book as it spans a huge arena of the history of science, its present and future capacities, and the dynamics at play in determining what we may consider progress in all of this. To give a very brief summary of the main point of the text though, I will say that Feyerabend sees the only sustainably trustworthy epistemological approach to science as that of anarchism. That is to say, when approaching theory, fact, experiment, and so on, the only reasonable guideline to guarantee that progress can intuit itself into the field's grasp on its object is: "anything goes." I like this a lot. It's a healthy reminder that even the most open-minded empiricists can, and do, get bogged down in the accumulation of the best thinking of all the open-minded empiricists who came before them, and thus often cease being effective open-minded empiricists. Epistemological anarchism is an approach that rightly inspires terror in the hearts of academics who have devoted their careers to the minutiae of issues under particular paradigms; however as an approach deigning to liberate and guarantee the continual advancement of any kind of knowledge, it's very difficult to argue with given how unpredictable are the paradigm shifts in any given field of study.

   If you're interested in the philosophy of science I'm going to assume that you've already read this, but if you're merely a scientist who has given relatively little thought to the epistemological conditions of your work, I'd highly recommend this if you want a revolutionary energising shock.

the Lord of the Rings: book two

This book by J.R.R. Tolkien is one I've read for this blog in the last few years, hence the link going back to that post - I'm re-experiencing the series in audio form read a chapter a week by the delightful Tolkien Trash, which I'm still very much enjoying. Check out her channel for some of the best Tolkien-related content YouTube has to offer.

the Structure of Scientific Revolutions

This book by Thomas Kuhn is probably the most significant work in the philosophy of science to come out of the twentieth century. In it, Kuhn skips around the history of scientific endeavour to sketch a theory of how progress in these fields happens. Science of a particular era subsists in what he calls a paradigm, a collectively-agreed-upon web of assumptions, problems and techniques that define the scope and limits of the field at that time. It is only when a particular paradigm begins to encounter anomalies that it is unequipped to explain, and thus enters a period of crisis, that hitherto unthought-of methods and speculations emerge, and thus a scientific revolution (think Copernicus overturning the Ptolemaic astronomical system, or Einstein going so far beyond Newton that the previously accepted physics became a redundant rump) takes place - the paradigm shifts, and new modes of understanding become possible, new questions become salient, and new experiments become required to continue advancing the frontiers of knowledge. I was pleasantly surprised by how readable this book was - I'm interested in science but don't read much of it as I find myself either feeling alienated by the abundance of jargon or patronized by the author's obvious overcompensations in avoiding jargon, but Kuhn avoids both extremes and explores this whole nest of topics in an accessible and enlightening way. Absolutely highly recommended reading for anyone interested in the history and philosophy of science.

Titanicus

This book is a Warhammer 40,000 novel by Dan Abnett - yes, I know, another one. He's my fave, what can I say. Only this one doesn't revolve around the plucky Imperial Guard or morally-questionable Inquisitors; this one is about the Titan Legions themselves. The god-machines - walking cathedrals of destruction.* I'd been aware of this novel when it came out seventeen years ago, but simply wasn't that excited about it - I mean, Titans are so ridiculously big and overpowered that how can you have any serious stakes in a story about them? Turns out I was wrong. The way you have serious stakes in a story about Titans is by A) making the enemy have even more Titans than the good guys and B) throwing in a healthy spattering of ground-level ordinary troopers and even a civilian or two so you can skip between perspectives and view the ridiculously big overpowered explosions from behind void shields 150 metres in the air or from a terrifying Normal Person's-Eye View - and Dan does both of these brilliantly. There are at least five or six separate plot threads going off within this book, and while only overlapping intermittently, they all wind up contributing somewhat to the overall resolution, and all get wrapped up largely satisfactorily. While for me this is nowhere near the re-read value of Gaunt's Ghosts, it was still a thumping good read; and it's always fun to see the Adeptus Mechanicus up close, they're so weird as a faction that I find them disturbing and fascinating and hilarious and tragic all at once, and Dan captures new angles of them in exciting and surprisingly relatable ways.

* The simplest way to explain them to non-40k initiates is to ask "have you seen Pacific Rim? well yeh, basically that, but moreso, and fighting entire armies instead of the odd kaiju."

the Booktime Book of Fantastic First Poems

This book, edited by June Crebbin and illustrated by Emily Bolam and Nick Sharratt, is a collection of poetry aimed at getting children to read and enjoy it. I read it having seen it lying out at my parents' house after my niece and nephew had been to visit, and rather enjoyed it. All the poems, which are split between the two categories of "animals" and "nonsense", are understandably very short; and the book features inclusions from many well-regarded children's poets - John Agard, Eleanor Farjeon, Michael Rosen, Ted Hughes and Rose Fyleman all get at least one thrown in, although a fair few of the poems included here are anonymous. Overall a decent little book to introduce children probably aged 3ish to 7ish to poetry.

Point Me at the Stars

This book is the second collection by Noel Williams; like his first collection I was given a copy of this by my friend Ian (whose own book you should also check out). This is a much shorter collection, but the themes are far more consistent - these are poems about distance and closeness, isolation and ambition. Heron-dream speaks of that which is tantalisingly out of reach and Appreciating physics applies this same feeling to belief; the later poem Reality check brings to mind knowable comforts in the midst of desperation; and the final in the collection Nocturne with lake and astronomer seems to be considering the loneliness of perception. A concise and powerful little book of poetry - would recommend.

Out of Breath

This book is Noel Williams's debut poetry collection. I was given a copy by my friend Ian, whose wife was a friend of Williams before his recent death. This is a diverse and powerful collection, and I really enjoyed reading it. The opening poem, Snow on the edge, is positively pregnant with expectation; leading into the quietness of On the verge of the M40 and the stillness-yet-adventurousness of The island, the morose fatalism of Daphne, the summery atmosphere of Sunburn and the paranoia of Safe house, the wistfulness of Refraction, the defeated undefeatabilitiness of Heartbeat, the impressive quasi-haiku sequence that is A rose of broken stone, then a pair of sequences that take on a sombre anti-war tone in Till Death and Kim Phuc, and finally the indefatigable hope of the closing title poem. The sheer breadth of emotionality in these poems is startling, yet they all have a similar human warmth to them that breathes through the deft control of their language. A collection well worth reading.

For the Hypothetical Aliens

This book* is a poetry pamphlet by Ian Badcoe, a friend of mine from the spoken word events I host. As the title suggests, this collection straddles the hazy line between science fact and science fiction, as such being intended as a statement of human identity to any alien races we may whenever encounter out in the cold, wide galaxy. I really enjoyed this little book - from the loneliness of the opening poem A note on broken hearts to the following considerations about the Drake equation, then the concise empathic statement of Personal space probe and the hyper-optimistic magic of She knows whereof she speaks, a litany of pop-cultural examples of how humanity comments on itself via imagined alternative races, and finally ending with a banging mic-drop moment in The shapes of things to come. Badcoe's poetic style is dry and precise, lending itself perfectly to the material's themes; I hope that should we ever encounter aliens for real, someone will have the wherewithal to lend them a copy of this early in the communication process so that they have a bit more context for where we're coming from and what they may meaningfully expect of us.

* Unfortunately it's not available from anywhere online, so if you want a copy I recommend getting in touch with Ian himself and asking if he has any copies left to sell. I'm sure he'll oblige if so.

Logic

This book by Wilfrid Hodges is an introduction to the field of elementary logic. I bought a copy of this way back in 2012 after my interview at Oxford university, having found out that this was the standard textbook for first year logic in the philosophy strand of PPE that I had applied for - then I didn't get in, so I never got round to reading it.* Until now. Formal logic straddles that bizarre border between philosophical and mathematical kinds of thinking, but despite maths being far from my best subject I found Hodges's distillation of the core principles, methods, and tools at play to be well-paced, accessible, and engaging.

   We start off with the very basics - sentences as expressions of beliefs, how we determine whether one of these is true or not, ambiguities and borderline cases entailed herein, how these simple constituents of thought can be built up into more complex forms, and how one can test these for logical consistency and validity. Moving onto the next level up, we are introduced to logical analysis and its truth-functors, the process of converting sentences into tableaux, and the formal language of propositional calculus. Then we work through designators, identity, relations, and quantifiers, all the while relating all of this back to everything we've learnt so far. The penultimate section puts it all together in predicate logic, before finally ending on a section that considers the problems that logicians are still wrestling with (as despite having been an established field of philosophy/mathematics since at least Aristotle, most of the major advancements have been made only in the last three or four centuries and there are still areas displaying niggling room for improvements to be made) and where these may, or may not logically be able to, go in the future.

   Aside from being an extremely user-friendly introductory text, never assuming you to be familiar with a term or concept or technique not already covered by Hodges himself, this book really cements itself as of academic value by its inclusion in every section of several exercises relating to what you've just read. I tried to do most** of these throughout my reading, and was pleasantly surprised to note that I got on the whole (unsurprisingly with the margins slipping the closer to the end of the book I got) about 60-65% of my answers (all the correct answers are included in a very lengthy appendix) correct - which in university terms is a 2:1 so I'm pretty chuffed about that.

   Formal logic is not a field that being good at means you're going to be right all the time. That's not what logic is or does. Formal logic is a field that being good at does, however, mean that you're going to be secure in the validity and consistency of your own truth claims in the context of their premises as your beliefs. Logic is not an answer - not does it supply these; it is a tool for working out whether any given answer is commensurate with the questions being asked. Halfway through a complex debate it's hardly reasonable to hold up a finger to request a pause in the discourse while you break down every sentence uttered thus far in the established context into a predicate tableaux to make sure that both sides are debating logically. But the more familiar you get with the linguistic and Obvious elements at play in logical analysis the easier it will be for you to spot and avoid invalid or inconsistent sets of claims. Truth is Obvious when it is so, but why then does argumentation exist? Let beliefs be what they subjectively will be, and let logic never supersede itself to determine those but only govern its own realm - that is, of thinking well. And this book will help you get better at that.

* I went on to study philosophy and economics for my undergraduate in Sheffield, then a Masters in politics - so I got to do PPE after all, screw you Oxford... that said, I still wish I'd read this sooner after acquiring this, as it may well have helped me boost my grades anyway.

** Anything that could be answered by pencil scribbling in the margins of the book itself I devoted my full effort to - but a fair few of the exercises demanded a reader to construct truth tables or sentence tableaux or what have you, which are not the kind of things you can fit in the margins of an A5 textbook, and though I did attempt some of these properly, I didn't always have both scrap paper to hand AND the mental wherewithal to bother, so in these cases I simply read the correct answer in the appendix and then re-read the exercise and worked through it in my head until I was confident I understood why the answer was what it was.

Artemis Fowl

This book is a novel for younger readers by Eoin Colfer - the first in a very long-running series that I have no intention of reading the rest of, as I have too much else to read. That said it is a very fun book. Without wanting to spoil the story, a potted summary would be: twelve-year-old Artemis Fowl, our eponymous criminal mastermind, may have bitten off more than even he can chew after he successfully kidnaps a fairy. If I'd been aware of this series when I was within its target audience range (of probably sevenish to fourteenish) I would have absolutely devoured it - as an adult reader it still has a lot going for it, Colfer is a witty and deftly skilled writer, the characters are well-sketched and interesting, the worldbuilding is colourful and original, and the plot ticks along at a very consistently exciting pace. Highly recommended for children who like a bit more of a wry, punchy tone to their fantasy.

And Another Thing...

This book by Eoin Colfer is the sixth instalment of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series by Douglas Adams - who was rumoured to be working on a sixth instalment when he died, so it never got finished, so a couple of decades after the fact they roped in Mr Colfer - and honestly, he's done a far better job at it than I expected. Adams's imagination and comedic style are utterly inimitable, but Colfer makes a damn good effort and the result is a book that is very clearly not written by Douglas but still feels like a worthwhile addition to the trilogy-in-five-parts's story*.

   All** our favourite characters are back - Arthur Dent, Ford Prefect, Trillian, Zaphod Beeblebrox - plus Random***, who was more of a plot device in her previous appearances, takes on a much heftier role; and Thor and Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged, both of whom had been bit-part jokey characters in the main series, become significant players in their own right. If you remember how the fifth one ended it should be no surprise that this one opens with a convoluted deus ex machina that conveniently (or should I say "improbably") saves everyone from another meaninglessly impersonal death, and romps aplenty ensue. I won't give away any more of the plot than that because I've already covered the first five books in such granular detail and I want the contents of this one to be a surprise if you're curious enough about how well Eoin wears Douglas's shoes**** to read it even as a hardcore fan of the original series.

   I wanted to be able to say I hated this book and that it was a betrayal of the series and its author's memory, but that simply isn't the case. This is emulation at if not its zenith then fairly high up its mountainside; and even if it's been so long since you've read the original trilogy-in-five-parts that you'd struggle to relate part six to it in any coherent way, this is a rollickingly fun read.

* Six parts now, I guess. Follow that link if you want to read a 5000ish word essay about my reflections on the core thematic ruminations implicit in the original five. I'm very proud of that post.

** Except Marvin of course, he died in an earlier book. Quit whining.

*** Arthur and Trillian's daughter in case you need a reminder.

**** A solid 8.3 out of ten. He does go a bit overboard with the Guide Notes interjections, which often feel like more of an "I had an idea that's slightly Douglas Adamsish so I have to include it" than a fully-legitimate "this is something the Guide would talk about that illuminates the current plot points unfolding, or is at the very least extremely funny". I think in terms of nailing the core essence of the main characters I'd give Colfer a much more solid 9.7 but in terms of capturing the whimsy and wit of Adams in his prime it's a somewhat shabbier 6.2 - though that said the plot of this book is actually completely comprehensible, both in terms of what it builds on from the first five and the new elements introduced by Eoin, which is, it pains me to say, more than can always be said of Douglas's own contributions to the series, which were superb obviously but did admittedly occasionally sacrifice story congruence for "mere" absurdist humour.

the Lord of the Rings: book one

This book (which I've read before recently, hence that link simply going to my earlier post about it) I've been re-experiencing in audio form, thanks to YouTuber Tolkien Trash, who is committed to the admirable & entertaining work of reading out the whole trilogy a chapter a week on live-stream. You can check out her back-catalogue here if you want to listen along with me and her other followers. She has a soothing yet stimulating voice for reading & the occasional asides to the chat (or just because she's laughing about something in the text) add a funny level of intimate performativity to the streams.