Triffids Beard 2 - The Bearded Triffid
Triffids Beard 2 - The Bearded Triffid
Triffids Beard 2 - The Bearded Triffid
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Terence Green's Shadow of Ashland is a most magnificent and moving book (if it doesn't make you<br />
weep, you have no soul; you're a robot). Leo Nolan's mother is dying. She is convinced that she has<br />
been visited on her deathbed by her brother Jack who disappeared more than fifty years before. He left<br />
home, looking for work. It was the time of the depression and the whole of North America, it sometimes<br />
seemed, was looking for work. Jack moved to Detroit and was never heard from again. Jack has not<br />
really visited his sister, of course. She dies and Leo is left with a mystery. What really did happen to<br />
Jack? He starts to gather the family history.<br />
And then his quest gains a new momentum as letters start to arrive from Jack in Detroit. Letters dated<br />
1934 and addressed to his sister (Leo's mother), letters arriving fifty years late.<br />
<strong>The</strong> atmosphere and the feeling of this book are pure Jack Finney. His haunting classic Time and Again<br />
is evoked on almost every page. And yet Shadow of Ashland is no petty homage, no pale imitation of<br />
that precursor. It is a strongly moving, marvellously inventive and thoroughly magical book that happens<br />
to share a theme and a purpose with the earlier work. Both Finney and Green complement each other<br />
perfectly.<br />
When I arrived home with Milo, Ginger took one look at the strange purple monster into which he had<br />
metamorphosed and fled in utter panic. Milo looked hurt at this treatment but what else would you<br />
expect a sister to do? He sat glumly for a while and then got up and tottered weakly sideways like a<br />
crab, taking large exaggerated steps, obviously trying to step out of the enveloping sleeve. When that<br />
failed to work, he cowered by the wall, leaning against it for protection as he walked and refusing point<br />
blank to come into the middle of the room at all. <strong>The</strong>n he decided to give up on walking completely. His<br />
back legs became completely paralysed and he "walked" by digging his front claws in to the carpet and<br />
pulling his whole body forwards. <strong>The</strong> Paralysing Purple Pullover (PPP for short) had claimed another<br />
victim.<br />
<strong>The</strong> stories in Joe Haldeman's anthology Vietnam and other Alien Worlds are not new and if you<br />
have other Haldeman collections you will recognise them all. But the book also contains some journalism<br />
-- articles about his Vietnam experiences, and they make harrowing reading. Included also are some<br />
story poems which appear again in None So Blind. In addition this latter collection includes (yet one<br />
more time!) <strong>The</strong> Hemingway Hoax which I have now read far too many times in far too many<br />
incarnations. <strong>The</strong> remaining new(ish) stories are uniformly good (after all, this is Joe Haldeman we are<br />
talking about) but they form only a small part of the total page count and make me wonder whether the<br />
money was really justified. <strong>The</strong>re is so much familiar material in both these anthologies that I can't in all<br />
honesty urge you to go out and buy them.<br />
<strong>The</strong> late Nevil Shute was not only a brilliant novelist, he was also a skilled aeronautical engineer and a<br />
large part of Slide Rule, his autobiography, is concerned with that aspect of his life. He makes small<br />
mention of his literary career. A major reason for concentrating on the engineering is that Shute was<br />
one of the chief designers of the R100, the last of the great airships. <strong>The</strong> British Government (for<br />
convoluted political and ideological reasons) commissioned two airships. <strong>The</strong> R100 on which Shute<br />
worked was designed and built by private enterprise. <strong>The</strong> R101 was designed and built by the<br />
Government. When the R101 crashed and burned up on her maiden voyage to India, with enormous<br />
loss of life it effectively marked the end of the commercial airship and the R100 was scrapped shortly<br />
afterwards. All the evidence suggests that the design of the R101 was flawed from the start. But the<br />
R100 suffered by comparison. Shute was very bitter about this (with reason, I think). Slide Rule is his<br />
justification of his vision.<br />
After two days of Milo's increasingly piteous behaviour I couldn't stand it any more . <strong>The</strong> PPP had to go. I<br />
cut it off and Milo was instantly cured of his paralysis. Another miracle! However his joy was short lived<br />
as the PPP was immediately replaced with a rather natty brown sleeve from an old cardigan of Sally's.<br />
This came only half way down his back, thus preventing paralysis of the rear legs, and presumably<br />
smelling of something rather more friendly than the vet. Ginger condescended to come back into the<br />
house and remain in the same room. Milo wore his sleeve for the next two weeks (though it became<br />
steadily more disreputable) and then it was time to go back to the vet for a check up...