3.5 out of 5 stars

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It is evening when a man arrives in Turin on the banks of the Po. The sky is aflame as he finds a table and settles in for dinner. When he is eating his mediocre steak, he is approached by a man with a booming voice who announces that he will be attending the same conference as him. He pauses for a moment, wondering whether to deny it, but he knows he will run into him again soon enough. He says that he also studies the Devil and all of his works too, and will see him there.

This Demonology conference was going to be utterly devoid of joy until he meets Countess Pozzi…

So beings one of the shortest and strangest tales that I have read in a while. This stranger is a researcher of the Extraordinary and he is there to discover the unbelievable. This book is a mere 50 pages long, the same length as I normally give a book before deciding whether or not to continue, so this isn’t going to be a review as such as almost everything would be a spoiler. Rather this a recommendation to read this tautly written story and be amazed just how much can be squeezed into these 50 pages.

4 out of 5 stars

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It has been a very long time since I fished. I dabbled in it as a young lad and then it kind of fizzled out, probably because there were very few of my close friends doing it as well. I had other things that I would rather do, so the small amount of gear that I has was passed on to someone who would get more use out of it.

Malachy Tallack was one of those who started fishing young and for him and his brother it was a hobby that hooked them both and they are both still passionate about it. He grew up in Shetland and whilst there are almost no rivers there, there were countless lochs. They would go in search of the best of them to catch trout. It was while fishing that he discovered a love of the outdoors and a passion for nature.

He hadn’t fished for a while though and when the pandemic began, it made him think about fishing once again, there hadn’t been much good news in the world at that point and he was feeling down. It made him think about fishing, so he ordered a fly kit and began tying flies again with the intention of finding that delight once again.

This is partly a memoir of rivers and lakes fished over his lifetime as well as some insights into why he gets so much pleasure from fishing. He looks at the hobby from a cultural perspective too, asking why so few women fish in the UK compared to the US and Canada and what can be done to bring in ethnic minorities and make it a less white male-dominated hobby. He also gives us his take on why he thinks it isn’t a cruel sport, especially with modern equipment.

I thought this was a good take on the philosophy of fishing. The prose can be lyrical at times and for other parts of the book, where he is expanding on particular aspects of animal welfare, he is clear and concise in his arguments. He is very clear in his stance on the right for humans to fish for pleasure but also acknowledges that we all need to do more for the world to ensure that all animals can live in a clean environment. Worth reading if you want a non-technical book on fishing.

4 out of 5 stars

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Chesil Beach is an amazing geological phenomenon. This 18-mile-long bank of shingle stretches from Portland to the golden cliffs of West Bay and is a unique part of the Dorset coastline. I have visited a couple of times and it is quite something to behold.

The way that the waves form it is quite special too, the waves effectively grade the shingle from large pebbles at Portland to pea-sized stones at West Bay. It is always said that smugglers who knew the beach very well knew exactly where they were by the size of the pebbles underfoot. Not sure if it is true or not, but I think it is a great piece of local folklore.

This special place also bred a strong community in the villages along the fleet. Many of the locals were involved in the seine-net fishing for mackerel along the shore. Spotters on the hill would see the way that the water would be changed as the fish came in and send word to the crews. They would head out into the waves in their boats called Lerrets to catch the shoals.

It was tough, cold work, but the bonds between the crews and the families that supported them were strong. This closed group of fishermen didn’t always see eye to eye, there are a number of tales about fights breaking out as they sought to get the best catches, but they all looked out for each other.

And within living memory, the fish went and this method of fishing that had thrived for hundreds of years has pretty much vanished.

I thought this was a fascinating book about how they fished off Chesil Beach. Sarah Acton has got the balance right with the interview parts of the book and the background of the families that she has researched to fill in the gaps in the story. It is such a shame that this has been lost in living memory. There are still people keeping the boats going, but these men are getting older now, which may be another thing lost too. It is a bit of a niche book, but if you are fascinated by Dorset’s rich history this is a must-read.

4 out of 5 stars

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For the past quarter of a century, Adam Thorpe has lived in an old house in the Cévennes, a range of mountains just north of Montpellier in southern France. He moved to France in 1990 and it was there he wrote Ulverton, a book about 300 years of history of a village in England.

Even though he is English, he was born in Paris and lived all over the place before settling in this region of France and his writing is a more thoughtful and considered approach to life abroad. He takes a long-term view of the place he has chosen to live. He celebrates the good parts of life there, and being a full resident feels that he has earned the right to critique it too.

I haven’t read Ulverton yet, but have read On Silbury Hill a few years ago. Like that book, it is a careful blend of memoir, history, and observation of the people that he has chosen to live with. He chose to move to France knowing that on an author’s salary, he would never be able to afford anywhere in the UK. The plan of buying a plot of land and a rambling farmhouse was scaled back to a house in a village.

The village they chose is very old, most of the buildings still there were erected in the medieval period and the landscape around still has the terraces visible that were used for growing crops in times past. It is a place that comes alive in the spring as orchids, wild garlic and numerous other wildflowers turn the grey slopes a psychedelic riot of colour.

The house they live in has layers of history that are visible in the architecture and tiny details that he learns about from his neighbours about how it was used. The region suffered a lot from poverty people went barefoot to save wearing out their shoes and stripped the hillsides of all timber for fuel.

The house they have bought reveals many things as they change and adapt it to their modern needs, they find long shallow grooves in the back stonework and a neighbour shows him demonstrate how knives were sharpened as they headed out for a day’s work. In a more sinister note, they find a witchcraft poppet. This is for the owner to cast spells over someone else. He returns it to where it was found and covers it again.

The families that live in the village have been there for millennia too. Thorpe learns much about the complexity of relationships even in this tiny village. There is a chapter on the rivalries between the two families and the long-running dispute they have had. He learns to tread carefully when asking about the history of the place.

I really liked this. It is not the story of someone fortunate enough to be able to afford a second home in a nice part of France, rather it is the observations of someone who is completely committed to the place they have chosen to live. His gentle and sensitive prose is a gentle meander around this village and like his other non-fiction book, is a blend of memories, history and current events, jostling for your attention. If there was one flaw, and this is only a minor one, it felt a little disjointed at times. It was reading the acknowledgements though that I found that this is a collection of articles that he wrote for the TLS, re-edited and bought together for this book. I personally would have preferred to have known that as I read each chapter.

4 out of 5 stars

A copy of this was provided free of charge from the publisher in return for an honest review.

The future is not what it used to be – Laura Riding and Robert Graves

Anyone who tries and takes a guess into what is going to happen is making a guess. Some of those guesses may be educated or based on long experience of a particular thing but it is still a guess. One of the methods that we have turned to, to understand what might happen in mathematical modelling. And whilst they can be a useful tool, some of them are not much more useful than a foam screwdriver.

These models that have been created are full of hidden dangers. The people who have created them either consciously or unconsciously inflict them with their own biases. Some of them do not accurately take into account all the information and others make dangerous assumptions about the way things actually happen in the real world.

I thought this was a very interesting book. Thompson puts the case well that we need to use these mathematical models but also be very aware that they have finite limits and are not the answer to all of our problems. The maxim rubbish in = rubbish out is very true, especially in some of these models.

Even though it is a complicated subject, though some of that is smoke and mirrors by the people that want to Thompson makes it accessible and interesting and she made me very aware of the limits that models have. I thought it was a very interesting chapter on financial models that seem to increase rather than decrease the risk. The chapter on climate modelling is well worth reading. I think that the call for a CERN-type system that is run by scientists from all over the globe makes a lot of sense. I can recommend this.

4 out of 5 stars

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At election time we are bombarded with polls. Who’s in the lead, what is the swing, and what do various people think about a swathe of subjects that you may or may not be interested in? They dominate the political news and journalists pour over the implications of a 0.3% difference from the last poll taken only a few days ago.

Crystal Balls – They do not work

Politicians of every hue claim not to be interested or swayed by them, but they are lying. They are equally captivated by them. Their political career can be dashed on the rocks should the polls move against them. But why are people so taken by these snapshots of opinion, how do they work and can we trust their results?

It is difficult to make predictions, especially about the future.

This is a fascinating book about everything that you could possibly want to know about polling. And quite a lot of stuff that you really didn’t think that you needed to know. Pack traces their origins right back to the 19th century and brings us through the successes and disasters of polling.

I liked this. The level is pitched about right for those (i.e. me) that know very little about how polling techniques can be both good and bad, which polls you might want to keep an eye on and which are frankly a waste of time and the most importantly how the companies that arrange them can skew the results either deliberately or accidentally.

3.5 out of 5 stars

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I have a bucket but have never bothered with a bucket list. If I were to have one though, seeing orcas would be fairly high up on it. I had always thought of them as exotic creatures. To find them you would have to locate them on the pacific coast of America or head to the very stormy southern ocean. Turns out we have a pod of Orca just off the coast of West Scotland.

Dr. Natalie Saunders first came across them when she joined the crew of the HV Silurian in the hope of spotting these magnificent creatures for the purposes of study. There are about 50,000 of these animals left in the oceans and they are under threat continually from man. There are more than one species of orca and each region has a particular speciality in behaviour and diet.

The west coast pod is tiny compared to some of the other pods around the world. There are only 8 individuals left now and from what scientists can gather, they don’t seem to be producing any calves. But for how much longer is one of the things that we do not know. It is most likely they will go extinct in the area in the coming years.

The book is split into two sections, the first covers detail on each of the individual orca that makes up this pod, including some that are known to have died or have not been seen for a long time. The second section is Saunders’s account and diary of her 2014 trip where she first came across them

If you want to know a bit more about the orca then this is a good place to start. It is informative and well written and full of fascinating details. I did have a few minor issues with it though. Firstly, I didn’t think it went into as much depth as I would have liked, I know some of that is because studying these is not easy and that anything learnt is a reminder that we know so little. Secondly, I felt there could have been more on what we could do with regard to helping them, consumer and political pressure can change things after all. That said, I still liked this book, and if you are intrigued about these creatures then this is a good place to start.

4.5 out of 5 stars

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Screens dominate our lives these days. A tiny beep and we are picking up these tiny miracles of modern technology and seeing why it needs our attention this time. This draw of the bright LED lights is steadily diminishing our attention span and ability to pay attention to the things that surround us.

Dawn moves at about 1000 miles an hour across the land at the equator and slows the closer you get to the poles. Knowing when the light would fade and when it would return the following day was hugely important to people. I have a thing for sunsets. If the sky looks good then I head out to a favourite spot to watch the sun disappear over the horizon. I find it a magical time.

There is something about the twilight that allows the past to slip into view more clearly, the way that this day has slipped over the horizon with its tail still visible.

James Roberts will head out to his garden in the summer at 4 am to watch the stars fade as the sun begins to rise. As the light increases, the birds begin to wake, singing to celebrate the dawn, rooks launching into the air to survive another day. He needs those few minutes in the morning or evening each day for his own internal daily reset.

The book is full of his keen observations of the world around him, whether he is searching for curlews at dusk, walking across a field as the building storm turns the sky to hammered lead. He sits in the boughs of an old yew watching the sun melt the frost away or seeing a raven and a peregrine spar. Aside from these observations, are his thoughts on his family and the challenges that he has to deal with recently and he thoughts on the bleak outlook for the wildlife of his local patch.

Stories twist and turn like memories. They sometimes shift places or bubble out of nowhere.

This is two books deftly blended into one, Firstly it is a look back at his past as he recounts how he discovered the abundance of wildlife on one of his first trips abroad and the pain he feels in not being able to see that same abundance in his home country of Wales. The second half is his reflections on his life at the time he was writing this and as his wife goes through cancer treatment. He is open and vulnerable about his feelings all the way through that I felt that I was reading his very personal diaries. Roberts has such a way with words and this is such a beautifully written book.