Well,
it’s 19th July and England’s COVID restrictions have
been removed. COVID cases, hospitalisations and deaths are all on the
rise…
So Johnson has arbitrarily gone ahead with unlocking the country. Not
even 36 million people, out of 66 million in the country, are fully
vaccinated. The clubs opened at 00:01 last night, and a flood of
18-25-year-olds- many of whom would be still waiting for their first
or second dose of a vaccine- pumped through their doors. However-
newsflash- this lax law has, at the time of writing, been reversed,
and proof of vaccination is mandatory.
This
is a necessity. Yes, all the vulnerable groups are vaccinated. But
the vaccines are only 93% effective, so out of a thousand people, if
you introduce someone who is COVID positive, a handful of vaccinated
people will still contract the virus. Some will still get sick. This
is the science. The science- virology, if we’re being specific-
that Johnson and his cronies have repeatedly ignored, which has led
to 128 thousand deaths.
Either
way, back in May I said I would update with the books I’ve read.
They were:
Adjustment
Day
Chuck Palahniuk predicts (kinda)
the 6th January attacks on Capitol
Hill
with his 2018 novel, Adjustment Day. The US edges towards a huge war,
and the country’s college-age kids look likely to be sent off to
die. This backfires on lawmakers when the youth retaliate. They’ve
been updating a website, a new, darker form of Social Media, allowing
people to vote on who gets killed- a kind of reverse popularity test,
reminiscent of the trending topics on Black Mirror’s Hated in the Nation
(in which a swarm of mechanised bees attacked whomever trended with a
certain hashtag).
The
teens strike a pre-emptive blow, murdering thousands of political
figures and dumping their bodies in vast pits.
The
attack- known as Adjustment Day- marks a new, confusing era that
Palahniuk himself hasn’t properly thought out. Half way into the
book the idea seems exhausted, but the kids- now living in a
dystopian Lord-of-the-Flies scenario- start to turn on each other as
the States of America become disunited and society becomes segregated
into ethnicity and sexual orientation (which knowingly contradicts
itself: people normally fit more than one demographic).
NATO
is notably- and inexplicably- absent as the new, disunited states
fall into disrepair and key characters off each other for breaking
rules they help to create (I wonder if Dominic Cummings
has read any Palahniuk?), culminating in a weirdly abrupt ending.
Entertaining, but confusing.
The
Invention of Sound
Movie
sound recordist Mitzi Ives has a secret. She’s a go-to girl for
movie producers everywhere who need horror sounds. What no-one knows,
though, is that those screams are the sounds of real, innocent
victims, an obsession she inherited from her murderous father.
Meanwhile, Foster Gates, private detective, is searching for his lost
daughter. He’s about to stumble headlong into Mitzi’s dark world.
Chuck
Palahniuk’s latest book is a short, fast-paced, twisty yarn,
leading us through the world of horror movies and the sound industry-
shady enough, without one of their key recordists (a weirdly
analogue-recording one) being a serial killer.
After
a few books perhaps hitting bum notes (Adjustment Day being one of
them), The Invention of Sound is likely to strike a chord with his
fans.
Tell-All
Chuck Palahniuk’s 11th
Novel, released in 2010, was the missing piece in my Palahniuk
bookshelf. Tell-all, seemingly set in the roaring forties in
Hollywood, follows Hazie Coogan, Personal Assistant to Katherine
‘Miss Kathie’ Kenton, a bulimic, man-eating Elizabeth Taylor-type
movie star. As PA, Coogan’s main role seems to be to bat off the
advances of various would-be suitors. She’s basically a golden-age
cock-block. When charmer Webster Carlton shows up with a weirdly
prophetic tell-all memoir, Coogan has to save Kenton from heartbreak-
and death.
This, Palahniuk’s shortest novel, is
also his most confusing. There are a lot of 40s-era movie references
that even I don’t know, and I was a big-time movie nut in my teens.
Some I think were B-rate movie stars, some fictional names. Similarly
confusing is the plot- it isn’t always clear what’s actually
happening and what’s just being retold from the pages of Carlton’s
memoirs (which Carlton keeps rewriting). Short, dense and vague. A
low point in Palahniuk’s bibliography, but don’t let that put you
off his work.
Consider
This: Moments in my Writing Life After Which Everything was Different
Last year, Chuck Palahniuk finally
gave in and, after his peers and fans repeatedly asked him to,
created a guide to writing. Consider This is part autobiography, part
advice book. Drawing on nearly 60 years of experience, the Fight Club
author put together his life learnings from years in the publishing
industry, and his life before this.
Way back in 2013 I met Palahniuk at
the signing for Doomed.
I asked him about the relevance of a Journalism degree (one of which
the author has from way back). He responded with a series of
cautionary tales that he’d heard from other people- in workplaces,
at dinners, etc. He couldn’t have retold these stories, he
explained, without that journalism training. Many of these fables-
the blood-soaked veterinary graduation, the mid-meal cancer
diagnosis, and more- they’re retold in this book. At the time, my
sketchy Teeline abilities- not as refine as they are now- couldn’t
quite get all the details down, but I managed pretty well, it seems.
Embedded in and around the stories are
golden nuggets of writing advice, the dos and don’ts of
storytelling, and of being in a position to get the inspiration for
those stories: the observation, the mind-tricks. If you’re going to
take advice from any living writer, make it Palahniuk. A fascinating
read.
I am now, 21 years after first reading
Fight Club, up to date with Palahniuk’s books for the first time.
The pandemic was good for something…
The
New Encyclopedia of Modern Bodybuilding
If Arnold Schwarzenegger hadn’t
written this, who would have done? Who better than the Austrian who
came to The States aged 21 and won Mr Olympia 7 times?
A thorough, detailed guide to
everything bodybuilding-related, The New Encyclopedia of Modern
Bodybuilding is the most informative book on the subject I’ve ever
come across. It’s a heavy, impressive-looking book, although the
excess of white space makes it look more generous than it is. Every
element of bodybuilding is covered: from choosing a gym through to
keeping your head in a bodybuilding contest, and the journey in
between.
I had a few issues with the book. I’d
have put the section on nutrition right at the start. What you put in
your stomach ultimately affects every other aspect of bodybuilding,
and is arguably the most important. It’s also the first part of the
process of improving health, something every bodybuilder aims to do.
I would also have added a short section on getting proper sleep,
without which no fitness regimen will have the desired effect.
Nitpicking aside, whether you want to
compete professionally or mix in some weight training to help with a
sport, or just improve general fitness, this book will advise you on
how to do it.
To wrap up… I finished this
last book today. I can see there being another lockdown reading
project when the rules are reversed again, when it transpires that
the majority of COVID spreaders were unvaccinated, and they’ve
passed it on to vaccinated people, a small handful of whom will still
get sick (although not as many in previous waves) and batshit
anti-vaxxers will spout off as if this is their proof that ‘vaccines
don’t work,’ although, as mentioned, scientists have said from
the start that the vaccines wouldn’t be foolproof. Depressingly
predictable.
What about the gym? Under a month ago I mentioned I was aiming to get down to 80kg. The gym has been
open throughout this portion of the pandemic, and I’ve tapped away
at personal bests. Bicep chinups- hands together, palms facing face-
went from 10 to 12. Quad extension went from 70kg to 80kg, the
machine’s top weight. I’ve started recording extra-wide chin-ups,
using outward protruding handles so that my palms face each other,
about a metre’s width apart. This isolates I think the latissimus
dorsi – the lats -
just below the armpit, and makes for a particularly hard chin-up.
I went from 3 to 9. Aside from that, I’ve made steady progress on
things like running and dips, encroaching PBs but not quite beating
them. Also, I was at 87.54kg, around the same weight I was at last month. Oh well.
Will there be a part 11? Will Johnson
reverse and lock us down again? I genuinely don’t know. It wouldn’t
surprise me. Why they haven’t just waited until the rollout is
complete is beyond me. Whatever. Point is, I read some great books.