BookBlog

A record of my thoughts on the books I've read.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Brick Lane by Monica Ali

An oblique introduction to Bangladesh, through the eyes of Nazneen, wife of an ineffectual Bangladeshi immigrant to London. An arranged marriage, which neither flourishes nor founders, through Nazneen's submission to fate. Submission to fate however, cannot save the life of her first-born son, nor prevent her from having an affair with an activist delivery-boy.

As constant backdrop to her life is her sister's fate in Bangladesh: elopment, battery, divorce, labour, prostitution, servitude.

[Nazneen] said, 'But you can't skate in a sari.'
Razia was already lacing her boots. 'This is England,' she said. 'You can do whatever you like.'

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Prof: The life of Frederick Lindemann by Adrian Fort

Frederick Lindemann was an eminent scientist from the middle of the 20th century. A very intelligent man, he made a number of discoveries, and resurrected physics at Oxford. In addition to these, he had a talent for explaining complex things with clarity. This talent made him useful to a friend, and this because this friend was Winston Churchill, he soon became a central figure in the English-language history of WWII.

Lindemann became Churchill's scientific advisor during Churchill's time as First Lord of the Admiralty, and followed him into cabinet as Paymaster-General, being head of Department S, responsible for exploring statistics.

This book makes an effort to show that Lindemann was not solely responsible for the carpet-bombing of Germany, and that his failure to believe in Hitler's V weapons was not serious.

A very capable man, who became world-famous through his friendship with Churchill.

It would be really amusing (if it were not so tragic) to see how arts men, whose knowledge of the rudiments of technology is not even up to the standard of '1066 and all that' have the impudence to look down upon people who know far more about the arts subjects than the arts men do technology. They seem to consider it quite natural and normal not to know how soda is made or how electricity is produced provided they have once learnt something — which they have usually forgotten — about the mistresses of Charless II or the divaginations of Alcibiades