LBC 3 READS this Saturday!!!!!!

LBC 3 READS

20th September 2014 – Stoner – John Williams

We meet at Cafe 164 from 11am – 1pm.

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Stoner

William Stoner is born at the end of the nineteenth century into a dirt-poor Missouri farming family. Sent to the state university to study agronomy, he instead falls in love with English literature and embraces a scholar’s life, so different from the hardscrabble existence he has known.

LBCGiraffe returns!!! A date for your diary

28th October!

Join us at our new venue to discuss Gone Away World – Nick Harkaway

NOW MEETING AT OUR NEW GIRAFFE HOME – CROWD OF FAVOURS

All details here of how to find it!

Address:

Harper Street Leeds

LS2 7EA

Parking: Pay and display areas and multi-storey car parks nearby

Telephone: 0113 246 9405

Website: http://www.crowdoffavours.co.uk

Email: info@crowdoffavours.co.uk

What we’ll be talking about:

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It’s been a while but we have finally found a

spot. So come and join us and discuss Gone Away World – Nick Harkaway and much more and pick one for the next meeting. Hope to see you all there!

The book:

The Jorgmund Pipe is the backbone of the world, and it’s on fire. Gonzo Lubitsch, professional hero and troubleshooter, is hired to put it out, but there’s more to the fire, and the Pipe itself, than meets the eye. The job will take Gonzo and his best friend, our narrator, back to their own beginnings.

Hope to see you all there!!!!

Man Booker challenge 2014: J, by Howard Jacobson

Hello, woodsiegirl here! Once again (for I think the third year in a row?), I am attempting my annual challenge of reading the Booker Prize shortlist before the winner is announced. I have yet to manage reading all six before the announcement deadline, so here’s hoping I manage a better job of it this year!

My first title from the shortlist is J, by Howard Jacobson.

J, by Howard JacobsonSet in the future – a world where the past is a dangerous country, not to be talked about or visited – J is a love story of incomparable strangeness, both tender and terrifying.

Two people fall in love, not yet knowing where they have come from or where they are going. Kevern doesn’t know why his father always drew two fingers across his lips when he said a world starting with a J. It wasn’t then, and isn’t now, the time or place to be asking questions. Ailinn too has grown up in the dark about who she was or where she came from.

On their first date Kevern kisses the bruises under her eyes. He doesn’t ask who hurt her. Brutality has grown commonplace. They aren’t sure if they have fallen in love of their own accord, or whether they’ve been pushed into each other’s arms. But who would have pushed them, and why?

Hanging over the lives of all the characters in this novel is a momentous catastrophe – a past event shrouded in suspicion, denial and apology, now referred to as What Happened, If It Happened.

The only previous book of Howard Jacobson’s that I’d read was The Finkler Question, which won the Booker in 2010. If J wins this time round, it will be several firsts for the prize: at 72, Jacobson would be the oldest ever winner; J would be the book with the shortest title to win the prize, and also the first Booker winner to be set in the future. I was actually a little surprised at this last point, but it’s true – although a couple of speculative/dystopian books have been shortlisted before (Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake and The Handmaid’s Tale, and Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go spring to mind), none has ever won the prize. It’s been suggested that this lack “testifies to the prize’s notorious sniffiness towards SF and fantasy” – something I’d find difficult to argue with.

However, to say that J is set in a dystopian future doesn’t mean it is science fiction. Although it is clearly set in the future (the actual date is unclear, but it appears to be maybe three or four generations ahead of today), this is a very low-tech future. Smartphones and internet access have vanished, thanks to the part they are thought to have played in “What Happened, If It Happened” (once, provocatively, referred to as “twitternacht”). Of course, in this more-or-less totalitarian future, nothing is outright banned – it’s just understood that certain things, like jazz and subversive art and hoarding family memorabilia, just aren’t done.

“Jazz, too, without exactly being proscribed, wasn’t played… People wanted to be sure, when a tune began, exactly where it was going to end. Wit, the same. Its unpredictability unsettled people’s nerves. And jazz was wit expressed musically.”

“So portrait painting is a further recidivism that’s frowned on and discouraged – that’s in as far as one can discourage anything in a free society. In the main, prize-culture does the job for us. When all the gongs go to landscape, why would any aspiring artist waste his energies on the dull and relentless cruelties of the human face?”

In this world, people live in a constant state of apologising for What Happened, If It Happened – something that may or may not have occurred several generations ago – while simultaneously denying any responsibility for it, and also denying that it happened, or could have happened, at all. Talking about the past at all is frowned upon, as is holding onto family mementoes or heirlooms, or trying to look too hard into your own family history. The latter is more or less impossible at any rate, thanks to Project Ishmael – an initiative that came after What Happened, If It Happened, in which everyone was assigned a new (and, coincidentally, Jewish…) name.

The consequence of Operation Ishmael…is that tracing lineage is not only as good as impossible, it is unnecessary. We are all one big happy family now. Zermanskys, Cohens, Rosenthals…We acknowledge a kinship which we all tacitly know to be artificial but which works… [Operation Ishmael] granted a universal amnesty, dispensing once and for all with invidious distinctions between the doers and the done-to.

The book is carefully constructed, giving little hints here and there that gradually, almost painfully slowly, build up to a horrifying picture. Jacobson does a masterful job of dropping just enough clues into this otherwise banal future to create a sense of creeping dread and terror lurking under the surface. The truth of What Happened, If It Happened is never explicitly stated, but by the end you’re in no doubt as to what it was. It ends on a wonderfully bleak note – like the best of dystopic fiction, it seems to offer it’s characters a brighter future, while in fact doing nothing of the sort.

I have to say, starting my shortlist readalong with J feels like setting the bar very high. The writing is stunning, the plot intricate, the characters believable, and the storytelling just the right mix of dark humour, anger, hope and pessimism. I don’t usually like to pick a favourite until I’m a little further into the shortlist, but this is a very strong contender already.

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LBCPuffins Adrian Mole is Harry Potter?

Did JK Rowling base her ideas of Harry on Adrian. I mean they look very similar. Just a thought

All good things…

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It’s hard to believe that Leeds Book Club has been going for over 4 years now.

We started off small, earnest and enthused and it was in Arcadia Bar in Headingley that we found our Mothership.

 

This month will be our last meeting at Arcadia for the time being. As time moves on, people have left the area, the book club focus has shifted more towards the city centre and north west and…well…it’s been 4 years.

Time to let a new lot take over our spot upstairs.

For the moment anyway.

 

Our book choice is The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

We will meet on Sunday the 21st of September at 5:30pm as usual, have our normal book conversation and then, from about 6:30pm

PAAAARRTTTY!

Everyone who has even the most obscure link to LBC is invited. Ideally, we’ll have a massive, messy and amazing send off!!

 

I can’t thank the staff and regulars enough.

Throughout the years they have been consistently welcoming, friendly and interested in our book choices (something an avid reader knows is a rare and precious kindness). Whatever the future brings, Arcadia will always be our first and beloved home and I look forward to one day re-colonising our corner upstairs!

 

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September book clubs!!!! 14th September 2014 -Augustus by John Williams at the White Swan

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14th September 2014 -Augustus by John Williams from 6pm at the White Swan Leeds

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A brilliant and beautifully written novel in the tradition of Robert Graves’I, Claudius, Augustus is a sweeping narrative that brings vividly to life a compelling cast of historical figures through their letters, dispatches, and memoirs. -Goodreads

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September book clubs! LBCPuffins 17th September – The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 13 3/4 – Sue Townsend

Don’t forget the next meeting of LBCPuffins on 17th September at The White Swan Leeds from 6:30pm

The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 13 3/4 – Sue Townsend

Adrian Mole’s first love, Pandora, has left him; a neighbor, Mr. Lucas, appears to be seducing his mother (and what does that mean for his father?); the BBC refuses to publish his poetry; and his dog swallowed the tree off the Christmas cake. “Why” indeed. – Goodreads

 

September book clubs! MEDUSA – 10th September 2014 – The Miniaturist – Jessie Burton

Don’t forget the next meeting at Medusa is on 10th September from 7:30pm discussing

 The Miniaturist – Jessie Burton

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Set in seventeenth century Amsterdam-a city ruled by glittering wealth and oppressive religion-a masterful debut steeped in atmosphere and shimmering with mystery -Goodreads

 

Sharing Stories – A life too short – Ronald Reng

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 A life too short – Ronald Reng

 part of last year’s Mental Health Reading Challenge 2013

*warning potential plot spoilers*

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Winner of the William Hill Sports Book of the Year, the biography of Robert Enke, the international footballer with the world at his feet who took his own life

Here, award-winning writer Ronald Reng pieces together the puzzle of his lost friend’s life. On November 10, 2009, the German national goalkeeper, Robert Enke, stepped in front of a passing train. He was 32 years old. Viewed from the outside, Enke had it all. He was a professional goalkeeper who had played for a string of Europe’s top clubs, including Jose Mourinho’s Benfica and Louis Van Gaal’s Barcelona, and was destined to be his country’s first choice for years to come. But beneath the bright veneer of success lay a darker story. Reng brings into sharp relief the specific demands and fears faced by those who play top-level sport. Heartfelt, but never sentimental, he tells the universal tragedy of a talented man’s struggles against his own demons – Goodreads

‘Speaking at a press conference at Enke’s club, Hannover 96, Teresa Enke, dressed in black, told journalists about her efforts to help her 32-year-old husband beat his depression. “We thought we were capable of managing everything. We thought love would make it possible. But sometimes you just can’t manage it,” she said.’ Read more here

A note from me. Before I get into this review, you’ll have noticed this has taken me a year to get round to reading and reviewing it. At the time I was so eager to do this challenge and decided to pick something completely different to what I would normally read.  I borrowed it from the library and thought crikey, this is a fair size book to get through. It was at that time things started to change for me and the book sat there and stayed there, renew after renew, and then I just gave up. Not sure why. Then I decided about a month ago I would try get all unfinished books out-of-the-way and here we are.

This book for me was not an easy read. Not because of the subject being depression but it seemed to just be boring topics at certain points and part of me felt where was the drama going to be, but of course there was none. It was more about life, a personal journey. Not just one person’s but several all entwined.

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‘But beyond the headlines, deep down, there was real pain, a profound paralysis. Robert’s death reminded both of us how little we understand about the illness that is depression.’

‘Depression, even today is a taboo subject, along with other illnesses it’s not fully understood. Nobody understands what’s going on in other people’s heads, not truly. We can explain how we’re feeling but never truly understand it. The best way we react is to tell the person to ‘Keep smiling’ ‘We’ll get through it’ ‘things aren’t as bad as it seems’ or the best one ‘there are people much worth off then you so get over it’

This book explores Robert’s life at so many levels. From childhood to parenthood to the pressure an international goalkeeper has. How even as a normal man he still had to ‘put up a front’ as they say. What annoys me the most was the fact as a goalkeeper, as someone to look up to as a football fan, He could not tell anyone outside his family what he was going through because he would have been seen as a failure. To me, as I read them words I got so angry I didn’t want to read the book anymore.

As a society, we’re rubbish when it actually comes down to dealing with mental issues. It’s because its invisible. There’s no physical item to mend, it’s trying to precondition a person’s way of thinking, feeling. To tell someone to ‘get over it’ could be the worst thing. From this story it just made me realise how much as individuals we shut out the world how we don’t want people to see us as week when everything seems to be going our way. To say Robert was unlucky at getting depression, to me seemed like the wrong thing to say. We’re human, not robots.

I don’t dare go home, because then I’ll have to face Terri and I won’t be able to pull myself together’

The book also focuses on in  great detail on the world of German soccer, particularly the unique burdens born by anyone playing goalie. At the end of the day winning of losing comes down to one single person….the goalie. And that’s got to be one of the toughest jobs in the world. Football to me, has been something I played as a kid in the fields across from where we lived. A bit of fun, it also was one of the most annoying sports my Dad watched which I never understood because he got so upset at the tv and started shouting even though no one could hear him and if they lost put him in  a bad mood. So initially it lead me to hate the sport and when I moved out I had to check the football score to see if it was safe to ring home.

Football is meant to be a team sport but a lost rest of the goalie. As you go through his book you can see the enormous amount of pressure Robert was put under, what any goalie is put under at any point in their career. What I liked most was how he tried helping a young goalkeeper after analyzing his match, and how he feared upsetting other goalkeepers if he took their spot on the bench or field especially when it came to the international level.

But through his life and career Robert had plenty of support and not everyone gets that. Although he went into himself and there was only signs showing that he was struggling, sometimes it just didn’t seem to help him.  But again this is real life and not a fiction book. Like his wife Teresa and his best friend, they gave everything they could.  But in the end his illness was to strong and Robert was lost to depression.

This book is worth a read especially as it give you insight not into just one person’s struggle but several, the person with depression and the people around him who feel helpless and just want their loved one to be ok. It also gave fantastic insight into the illness itself referring to a articular subject ‘the black dog’.

 Through book club and the various challenges that have been set I have read several books on depression and didn’t realise how many fiction books let alone non-fiction are actually based on it. With this being a non-fiction book it also gave insight into other people suffering from depression. Another famous person being Winston Churchill.

‘Depression wasn’t a weakness of character but an illness, moreover an indiscriminate illness that afflicted people without regard to their status, success or strength, and regardless of whether these people had all these qualities and possessions we think are necessary for a happy life. One of the most steadfast politicians of the modern era, Winston Churchill, suffered from depression just as much as any unknown secretary.’

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“Black Dog” was Churchill’s name for his depression, and as is true with all metaphors, it speaks volumes. The nickname implies both familiarity and an attempt at mastery, because while that dog may sink his fangs into one’s person every now and then, he’s still, after all, only a dog, and he can be cajoled sometimes and locked up other times.”

“I think this man might be useful to me – if my black dog returns. He seems quite away from me now – it is such a relief. All the colours come back into the picture.” – Winston Churchill

A good article here about Winston Churchill read more

Oh and if you haven’t already, you need to read this book – I had a black dog 

There’s a quote towards the end of the book that I would like to share. Once again its realising we never fully know or understand each other and why they can’t just ‘get on with things’. It was what was printed int he paper after his death:

‘Afterwards lots of newspapers mistakenly used the German word Freitod-literally, ‘free death’. The death of a depressive is never a free decision. The illness narrows perception to the extent that the sufferer no longer knows what is means to die. He thinks it just means getting rid of the illness.’

And this is what broke my heart and I started crying.  Like I said before it was a tough read, more because of the amount of information in it than the subject. We make life so complicated when we don’t need to, we think we’re all the same because we have 10 toes, two legs etc yet forget the one important element…. We’re all wired differently, we may have the same genes in most cases but how we process thoughts, how we learn things, how we seen things, is a completely different aspect of being a human being and we must not forget that. Yes some people are better than others and sometimes we should not show off or be jealous we should just see how we can improve our selves and support others in what they do. After all we’re only human.

Music to match the book

‘ And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am’

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