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humour with which this farrago of nonsense is narrated) are eminently satisfying.<br />
For many years I avoided novels by Nancy Kress for the silliest of reasons. <strong>The</strong> first work of hers that I<br />
was aware of was called Beggars in Spain and the juxtaposition of the words in the title with the name<br />
of the author set up odd resonances in my mind.<br />
You see when I was a child in England, a radio journalist called Nancy Spain was a popular and influential<br />
figure. She died under tragic circumstances in a plane crash and I still remember the almost palpable<br />
sense of shock that swept the country. Seeing the word Spain followed immediately by Nancy just<br />
made me feel sad and a little eerie. So I avoided the book and the writer.<br />
But the work received so many awards and had such popular acclaim that it obviously wasn't going to<br />
go away so I gritted my spiritual teeth and ignored my fey feelings and read it. And guess what? It was<br />
just as good as everyone said it was.<br />
<strong>The</strong> novel was quickly followed by a sequel (Beggars and Choosers) and now by a third volume which<br />
is called Beggars Ride on the front cover and Beggers Ride on the spine and that mis-spelling is<br />
unfortunately the only interesting thing about the book. I suspect the series has simply gone on too long<br />
and now the plot and the politics of her "sleepless" society have become so complicated and<br />
recomplicated that I simply can't follow it any more. <strong>The</strong> book bogs down in detail.<br />
Nancy Kress alienated me again with the title of Oaths and Miracles. This time the euphony was too<br />
close to Hons and Rebels; the snobbish semi-autobiographical ravings of one of the Mitford sisters (I<br />
can't be bothered to go and look up which particular one it was). It is a book which I loathe and detest<br />
with a deep primeval hatred.<br />
But once again I was being foolish. When I read it, Oaths and Miracles proved be a taut and exciting<br />
thriller; one of the best I've read in ages. Robert Cavanaugh is an FBI agent with a quirky sense of<br />
humour and a penchant for drawing slightly sick cartoons. Ben Kosinksi is a prominent biochemist who<br />
is murdered shortly after a job interview with a biotech company in New Jersey. Other deaths and a<br />
vague hint of mafia involvement lead Cavanaugh to a paramilitary splinter group, a religious commune<br />
and the deadly secret that ties these disparate threads together. This secret, in retrospect, turns the<br />
book into science fiction for it is a pure speculative Mcguffin. But don't let that worry you; go along for<br />
the ride. <strong>The</strong> tension will have you on the edge of your seat, and the dénouement (when it comes) will<br />
take your breath away.<br />
<strong>The</strong> problem of cleaning people is almost as intractable as the problem of cleaning things. We shower in<br />
the morning in order to stop our smelly bits giving offence (and also to wake ourselves up). One of the<br />
smelliest of the human smelly bits is the feet; and yet I have never found any satisfactory way of<br />
washing my feet when I take a shower. In the type of shower that pours into a bath, one can always sit<br />
down. However this is cold and hard on the bottom and the extra distance that the water falls on to the<br />
recumbent carcass in the bath imparts a peculiar body-penetrating force to it which makes the whole<br />
operation decidedly unpleasant.<br />
In the type of shower which is little more than a tiny cabinet, it is possible to wash one foot by dint of<br />
some undignified balancing and hopping on the other foot. However the washed foot then becomes<br />
soapy and very slippery and attempting to balance on it in order to wash the first becomes fraught with<br />
bone-fracturing peril.<br />
Perhaps you are only supposed to wash one foot a day? However this too is difficult. I don't know about<br />
you, but I can't remember anything in the morning, let alone which foot I washed yesterday. Suppose I<br />
get it wrong and wash the same foot twice in succession? It doesn't bear thinking about. Imagine, one<br />
foot might go unwashed for a whole year! Thank goodness for tightly laced shoes to keep the smell in.<br />
I remember reading William Gibson's Neuromancer when it first came out and I was completely blown<br />
away by it. I re-read it years later, when the hype had died down, and found it to be appallingly bad<br />
(Raymond Chandler with computers) and appallingly ignorant (you could engrave all of Gibson's<br />
knowledge about computers onto the head of a pin and still leave room for a portrait of Isaac Asimov).