Have Mercy

The latest from James S. A. Corey

Yes, I’m enjoying The Mercy of Gods, the new science fiction novel from James S. A. Corey, aka the two authors (Daniel Abraham and Ty Franck) behind the great series The Expanse. More than ever, their authorial ear is attuned to the micro-interactions of the workplace (here, at least initially, scientific research labs and their governing bodies), more broadly of human communication, and now — since the looming alien threat seems to be slightly more evidently conscious than in The Expanse — between species. I’m only 25% of the way in, so there is much more to explore. And there are sequels to come, of course.

The Prone Gunman

Jazz + noir, together again

I wasn’t expecting an Anthony Braxton reference when I started reading The Prone Gunman (née: La Position du tireur couché, 1981) by French crime novelist Jean-Patrick Manchette (1942-1995). The person going on about jazz here isn’t the titular gunman. It’s an annoying character who’s married to the gunman’s ex. The novel is old enough that maybe in the early 1980s the “noir protagonist listens to jazz” trope wasn’t yet as tired as it has become — or perhaps this scene was already pushing back at the trope.

Scratch Pad: Kjartansson, Guitar, Ministry

From the past week

I do this manually at the end of each week: collating most of the recent little comments I’ve made on social media, which I think of as my public scratch pad. I also find knowing I will revisit my posts to be a positive and mellowing influence on my social media activity. I mostly hang out on Mastodon (at post.lurk.org/@disquiet), and I’m also trying out a few others. And I generally take weekends off social media.

As with last week, I had a fairly limited amount of social media posting apparently:

▰ I love how you can walk around SFMOMA and hear people humming bits of the song from Ragnar Kjartansson’s The Visitors installation. It’s a freeform extension of the exhibit. I’m gonna miss The Visitors when it ends its two-year-plus run in January

▰ It can feel like there are two types of guitar classes: (1) This song is new to me, and I can’t get the melody in my head; (2) I’ve been singing this song to myself for decades, but apparently I’ve been singing it wrong the whole time.

▰ I walk into the barbershop and the barber, just back from lunch, turns on some music. The song? Almost too perfect: the Zombies’ “Goin’ out of My Head.” More like “growin’” but still.

▰ I’m deep into reading too many books at the same time, but I did manage this week to finish one, Kaliane Bradley’s The Ministry of Time.