I’m so behind on these. Argh.
Anyway, let me open by saying that if you come from an Alan Partridgeless existence, then may I recommend you remedying that asap.
I’m so behind on these. Argh.
Anyway, let me open by saying that if you come from an Alan Partridgeless existence, then may I recommend you remedying that asap.
This is the first novel-length German book I’ve read from beginning to end (Der Kleine Prinz being very short) without interrupting it with English reading. I’m pretty proud of myself. And one day maybe I’ll read a German book that isn’t in translation! Translation is great, but I feel like I’m doing German literature a disservice by snubbing its authors…
This was a spontaneous read. Spuggy found it in a clearance bin as a preizreduziertes Mängelexemplar (when an unsold book is superficially damaged in order to sell it more cheaply) and decided that it was deliciously trashy-looking enough for my tastes. He was, as always, dead right.
So, the book I just finished is the second half of a story that was published as one book in Finnish (this seems to happen quite regularly in German translations – you see it in translated fantasy series a lot. Maybe it’s just a wordy language?) so of course my next aim in life is to find the first one. And that isn’t all the backstory I’m missing, either. It’s the novelisation of a Finnish TV series. Which I now need to see, desperately. If only to make sure I’ve understood the mentalness of this story correctly.
Because I read it all in one go, I’m not going to do a “favourite words per chapter” thing this time, but try to discuss it more like I would any other book. In addition to a spoiler warning, there is of course an”I might have misunderstood things” warning in force as well.
In any group of geography nerds, one of the biggest peeves will be “Europe’s not a continent”. From this perspective, Europe is just a peninsula of Asia, and the listing of Europe in the seven traditional continents (Africa, Antarctica, Asia, Australia/Oceania, Europe, North America, South America) is just a result of Eurocentric bias.
This isn’t an unreasonable view – “continent” doesn’t really have a set definition, but a common one is “large area of land surrounded by water”. By this definition, Australia and Antarctica definitely fit and North and South America nearly do, as does Africa. Asia and Europe are then the weirdos, since they share a long, indefinite land border somewhere in the Urals. So you redefine this as one big continent, Eurasia, and then everything just about works.
But there’s another problem. By population, the continents are uneven. There are about 1.2 billion Africans, 750 million Europeans, 600 million North Americans, 400 million South Americans and 40 million Oceanians. That adds up to just about 3 billion people. The other 4.2 billion people on this planet all live in Asia. More people live in Asia than live in all the other continents combined. Adding Europe to the mix gives Eurasia a total population of 5 billion, or around 70% of the world’s population. What’s the point of dividing the world into continents if you’re going to have one continent with almost everyone?
In fact, what’s the point of dividing the world into continents at all?
I wanted to let this one sit a while, because I have some pretty intense feelings about it.
That, and I’m lazy.
Spoilers for both book and film of the same name.
A whole book this time, and not just chapters! Der Kleine Prinz is both short enough and simply written enough that I managed it without too much heartache.
My general German skills update: I’m improving in some ways and stalling in others. I can almost contribute to iai conversations (depending on what they’re about). I’ve stopped freaking out so much about not being able to express things, and will try (in friendly situations…). My writing is abysmal. My listening is not horrendous. My speaking (on a good day) can get away with a lot. My reading is trundling along, but I should read more. I’ve come up to the point where I basically just have to sit and learn grammar points. It’s the first plateau and the easiest one to overcome, but urghhhh articles are stupid and cases are stupid and why is everything.
Dove also wrote her thoughts on this one, and hers are better, but here’s mine.
A short story, loosely inspired by Tabby’s Star. Fun fact: when Messier was first categorising galaxies, he actually hated them. He was a comet hunter, and galaxies really annoyed him because they looked like comets (at least with the small telescopes they had the time) but weren’t. His list of galaxies and nebulae was originally compiled to warn other astronomers away from mistaking them for comets. It was only much later that people realised what galaxies were, or that they were actually located a long way outside the Milky Way. Anyway, story time.