Neverwhat? Neverwhy, Neverwhen, Neverhow, Neverwho, Neverwhere

One of my favourite authors, who is close to being favourite author of all time if he keeps being so cool, is releasing one of his already published books on the interwebs for free. For real, gratis. This is all in honour of his blog’s 7th birthday. He has put up an online poll to help decide which book to upload. For free1! So, if you’ve never read Neil Gaiman’s work, and think you’ll enjoy being dazzled by spectacular displays of imagination and excellent execution of writing to tell a story, head on over and vote.

So far, American Gods leads the list. I really enjoyed American Gods. Every time I read it, something new and wonderfully interesting grabs my attention and asks why I didn’t spot it before. That’s not to say the previous reads were difficult or tortuous, just that I’ve probably learned something new in real life and thus finally understand the significance of some detail in the book. Another thing I love about American Gods is that P read it recently and loved it. Couldn’t put it down, in fact. It has been hard work finding books that he is willing to read more than a chapter of. He started this back-arsed, with Anansi Boys2 first and back-tracking to American Gods because he found the concept of Anansi so wonderful and mysterious. It may be too much at present to ask him to write a book review. But just you wait; soon he’ll be all evangelical about the books he’s read and loved.

In addition to American Gods and Anansi Boys, six other books were chosen from Gaiman’s growing back catalogue, all of which I heartily recommend to any- and everyone. Two (Coraline and M is for Magic) would be suitable for children, Stardust for “young adults”, and the two other short story collections for those with slightly shorter attention spans (or anyone who suffers from needing to get to the next part of the story even though it’s past 1 am). The final book, currently ranked second in the poll, is the one I voted for (am I allowed to declare my vote?). Mainly because in the words of Neil Gaiman:

Which book, though…? Ah, that’s up to you.

What I want you to do is think — not about which of the books below is your favourite, but if you were giving one away to a friend who had never read anything of mine, what would it be? Where would you want them to start?

Of all the books in my library, two stand out. They are ever-changing. I keep having to buy the latest version, usually in paperback, as cheaply as I can. Why? Not because I want every single edition of these books. I’m a reader, not a collector, after all. I love these two books and read them again and again because they give me considerable pleasure. But I can’t seem to hang on to them. These are the books that I lend to folk who just want something to read. They aren’t usually avid readers themselves, but for some reason or other, usually involving coach/train/air travel, need a book to amuse them for several hours. So, I lend out one of these two books. And NEVER get them back! Never! Not once!3. One is the fantabulous Good Omens (not up for grabs in the current give-away). The second is the book that started out life as a TV series: Neverwhere, the book I would like you to read.

If you have ever lived in or visited a city, and turned down an alley one day and had that spooky feeling that you were entering some secret underbelly that was nothing like the city street you just turned off, then this is the book for you. If you’ve ever been alone on the platform waiting for the Tube/Metro/subway, and your imagination wanders off into eerie-land, you’ll love this book. If you’ve ever wondered why there are so many stray cats everywhere, you may find the answer here. It would be unfair and inaccurate to say this is Neil Gaiman’s best work, because that belongs to the special work of love that is the Sandman comic/graphic novel series4. But I really think Neverwhere is where someone new to the strange and wonderful workings of Neil Gaiman’s written imagination should start. Full-on weirdness anchored in reality.

Neverwhere is currently 2nd in the poll. If you trust my recommendation, vote for it. I won’t be overly upset if it doesn’t win, because the other 7 are truly marvellous creations too. But I’d be sad that you didn’t get to read Neverwhere for free. Well, you still can if you borrow it off me.


1 There are loads of other amazing works available on his website for free. A few short stories, also found in his own or other anthologies, are there, along with more eclectic things like Crazy Hair and the explanation of the origins of Scary Trousers.

2 A sort-of sequel, but perfectly perfect as a stand-alone.

3 Well, apart from P, of course, who I can tickle until he puts the book back on the shelf.

4 Or American Gods or Stardust or Coraline or Wolves in the Walls or any of his other brilliant works, many of which he probably hasn’t even put to paper yet. I won’t argue with you because I just can’t decide either.

Granola thumbprints

It’s been a wasted weekend. Work and sleeping off the effects of a cold have fettered my precious free time. That and 285 posts on the RSS reader. Must streamline. First to go will be the Scotsman feed; too much repetition. I’d already thrown out the right-of-centre blogs a few months ago, but was sucked into reading their recent froths about the COE’s archbishop’s radio interview. Bad idea; even worse, I read some of the comments.

And to top it all, we are out of biscuits/cookies in the house. This is never a good state at the weekend. What exactly am I supposed to have with my tea if not a biscuit? And I was craving jammy dodgers. So it made sense to bake thumbprint cookies, which are just cookies in which you stick your thumb and fill the resulting indentation with jam. No recipe this time; it just wasn’t good enough. Note to self: putting granola in baking only makes it all taste like health food1.

Jammy Thumbprints

Oh, they weren’t awful per se. Just chunky when what I wanted were slightly crisper biscuits, not chewy cookies.


1 Might as well eat one of these.

Pesky pre-primary pussyfooting

Any semi-regular reader (that’s you, you and you over there who reads the food posts) can guess on which arm of the political spectrum I lie. (Or quadrant, if left and right are too simple for you.) So you must have been rather pleased that I haven’t been inundating these pages1 with posts about the current drive to select the US presidential candidates who will be duking it out in the final contest this November. It’s not that I’m not interested. It’s just that, as a foreigner, I can’t vote. But I can tell you who I would have voted for last Tuesday if I could have. Or would have wanted to vote for if s|he existed.

Quite simply, I would have voted for someone who is/was opposed to invading Iraq, has plans for getting Iraq back to civility, is pro-Social Security, can keep an open mind on stem cell research, supports choice in schools, leans towards fair trade, is pro-labour (the workers, not the UK party), is pro-choice, pro-gay partnership/marriage, anti-death penalty, will bring in gun-control legislation, will act on environmental concerns, fix the crazy US health care system, and isn’t a complete nutjob.

According to one of the very many presidential selection tools out there2, such a candidate DOES NOT EXIST. Hmm, funny that. If this were the UK, quite a few possibilities would have flagged up on all issues except that most important qualifier of not being a nutjob. But, of the US contenders, Dennis Kuchinich came up tops, followed closely by Barack Obama, then Hillary Clinton and John Edwards. No need to even ask where any of the Republican candidates came in. If akatsukira ran the world, those guys would be given a small island in the middle of nowhere3 and told to just get on with it.

So, now you know. Wish you hadn’t started reading, eh?



1 Quite unlike the blog diarrhoea I subjected you to in 2005 then.

2 Ones that compare policy and not hair styles.

3 Kiribati, anyone?

Brill Breakfast Burrito

Nae baking the last two weekends. Hair cuts, new guitar and work have eaten up all my free time. But I’d like to take a moment to sing the praises of my favourite LaLaLand breakfast food: the breakfast burrito. Viewers of my photoblog on Flickr may remember the first burrito I had in LA, ship-sinker that it was. I have not exactly been enamoured of huge floppy burritos that can feed an entire football team since. But one particular burrito has warmed the cockles of my cold anti-burrito soul: the Ketchy’s II breakfast burrito.

Our favourite breakfast burrito

It is a fried breakfast lover’s dream come true: a perfectly fried omelette, rolled up with fresh lettuce, tomatoes, and streaky bacon in an easy-to-hold wheat tortilla origami creation. Breakfast-to-go. Or, in our case, linger after our bi-monthly haircut1.

Ketchy’s II2
Sawtelle3
11270 La Grange Ave (just behind the shabu shabu restau Mizu)
Los Angeles CA 90025
+1 310 481 0799


1 Tip for those who wish to sit and eat: the tables outside don’t usually get much sun. But if you’re there sometime between 11am and noon, there are two little tables under the trees that get nice and warm. There. It’s taken me 2 1/2 years, but I’ve finally picked up a few insider tips and tricks. And share them with you.

2 There’s a bit of history behind the Ketchy name. I think it used to be a taco stand, which was unfortunately smashed by a truck. At any rate, it’s now a hole-in-the-wall, and the fry-cook (ala Spongebob) is a super omelette fryer. I live for my haircuts now…

3 Not only do we not leave the Westside much, we don’t even venture much further east than just west of the 405. Sad.

Short walks in the Big Bear Valley

We’re not crazy climbers or munro baggers like quite a lot of people we know, but we enjoy walking. The longer the better, so long as there is chocolate in the bag. And while there are many possible hikes around LA, the ones we prefer were shut due to the wildfires last autumn, and have stayed closed because of potential mudslides. Also, while it may occasionally snow (or, more accurately, hail) in Malibu, it’s unlikely to stay on the ground. So, for some winter walking, we had to head to the mountains. The San Bernadino Mountains. More specifically, Big Bear Valley.

Getting out of LA is one of these things you have to do after you’ve had a serious breakfast, for you never know how long you’re going to be stuck in traffic. Especially when on a holiday weekend. Getting out of the lab is even harder when your boss has forgotten that you’re taking a long weekend and arranges for lab meeting on the morning you’ve planned to leave. Kicking him in the heid doesn’t seem to be an acceptable practice here, but I was sorely tempted. But, we got lucky and no one else seemed to have Martin Luther King day off, and the 10 was remarkably clear:

Choices, choices
The 10. Jam-free.

We stayed in a lovely cabin about 20 min downhill of Big Bear Lake. I quite like the all-mod-cons cabins of California. Some will pff and scorn the decadence of hot running water and warm, raised beds of our choices, preferring to huddle together in 2-man tents with all-season sleeping bags that smell like you forgot to air them since your last camping trip, which you probably did. I laugh. And get out my mug of hot chocolate and let my walked-out legs relax in a warm bubbly bath. The major selling point of the Cienaga Creek cabins was access to dog-friendly trails on the property. Second-highest on the list of amenities that swung favour its way was the in-room jacuzzi. The most awesome1 thing about the cabins we have stayed in to date has been the hot tub. There really is nothing better than having a good long soak after a day of running about in the woods2. And the third selling point for me: a swing. All cabins should have a swing. If not, at least a hammock.

Having a nice cabin to retire to at the end of the day allowed us the luxury of getting dirty, muddy, slushy on the trails. And so we did. The cabins were surrounded by acres of forest, some of which hooked up with the Pacific Crest Trail. If you’ve ever read Bill Bryson’s Appalachian adventures or any account of hiking American long-ass trails, you’ll understand when I tell you I was on the constant lookout for bears. But in the end, tigers were all we came across3. Around Big Bear Lake were littered a dozen or more Forestry-managed trails. Walking paradise…

And they're off
Butt view

shiva, eat your heart out three-headed monster shadow ballet
shiva monster pas de deux

i heard something
Chase?

There they pose again
Top of the Cougar Crest Trail

Negotiating
Negotiation

Snowchild
Snowchild

P and D
Alpine Pedal Path (pedals not included)

Tundra
Lakeside tundra

Flare
Flaring up

Many more photos here. But no answers to life, the universe or anything.



1 If I may be permitted Californisms on this weblog.

2 I shall save photos of semi-naked people swanning about in hot tubs for a naturist site instead. I’ve already had to scour my eyes out this week.

3 Dog anecdote. First night. It’s dark, it’s 5 deg under, we both have frozen butts and she’s refusing to “go to toilet”. We’re headed back in when we hear the most ferocious roar. It’s blood-curdling. Evil in its intent. It means: “Prey. This is all the warning you will get. I’m coming for you.” It repeats several times. The dog pisses herself. Literally.4.

4 I find out later that there are lions, tigers and bears half a mile from our cabin.