Kazuo Ishiguro - When We Were Orphans

Such a sad novel; the final pages in particular are crushing. Ishiguro is a wonderful writer, and his Christopher Banks is, like The Remains of the Day's Stevens, a study in one person's inability to find happiness or love because of an unshakeable external preoccupation (in The Remains of the Day, it was, in essence, duty and doing what was expected of one; in When We Were Orphans, it's the trauma of the loss of Banks' parents in Shanghai and his obsession with solving cases and detective work). There are hints of the fantastic - of the non-realistic - in When We Were Orphans, by contrast to the thoroughly realistic (if exceedingly mannered) world of the earlier novel, and perhaps it's not coincidental that war is a much more direct presence in this one than in the other. The formality of the tone and structure of the novel is misleading, though at the same time integral - just below the surface is a far more subtle intelligence, exploring the ways in which we are who we are with a clarity and elegance that penetrates deep.

Alison Krauss - Now That I've Found You: A Collection

A collection of some of her early work, uniformly good. Alison Krauss has never quite set my world on fire, but she's reliably good; I suspect that I might listen to her more than I realise.

Saint Etienne - Tales From Turnpike House

For all that they proudly wear their varied patchwork of influences (60s pop, 90s disco, general indie), Saint Etienne only ever really sound like themselves, and 2005's Tales From Turnpike House is unmistakably a Saint Etienne record. It's a good one, too, very much from the pop end of their palette, with plenty of nice, wistful melodies.

Twilight: New Moon

Christmas watching with family. Kind of boring, really, and it doesn't help that Twilight has now become a cliche - didn't enjoy it half as much as the first one.

Centurion

A bloody little few reels of cinema, tracking an ill-fated Roman attempt to wipe out a Pictish resistance to their empire-building during the second century AD, with plenty of none-too-subtle references to modern wars.

"We Bumped Our Heads Against the Clouds" (2010 Believer music issue cd)

Compiled by Chuck Lightning, an Atlanta producer type, this mix covers a spectrum of music well beyond my usual shoals - in a nutshell, and quite explicitly, it's black music, soul, funk, rap.

And that is the charge I believe all black artists need to be taking up right now. We need to be complex freedom fighters. There is serious work to be done, real discussion to be had in terms of art, culture, entertainment, technology, and politics in America.

So, somewhat surprisingly, I've ended up getting into the cd. There's lots to like; stand outs are a slow-burning cover of Stevie Wonder's "Cold War" by Janelle Monáe, a mellow pop track, "Chaos" by Spree Wilson, and a polished indie-soul number called "Rewind" by Scar (described by C. Lightning as an underground Atlanta superstar whose upcoming album is full of songs that sound like Phil Collins loitering in a seedy, outer-space trip club, telling the scantily clad girl across from him all about his broken heart), none of whom I'd heard of before, and also an amazing version of an Alice Cooper song called "I Never Cry" by Nina Simone.

Inglourious Basterds

The press makes you think Inglourious Basterds is going to be all about the squad of soldiers, all Jewish, led by Brad Pitt on a mission in Nazi-occupied France to basically nastily kill as many Nazis as they can, but it's really the story of Shosanna (a ravishing Melanie Laurent), survivor of a purge of her family by a villainous Nazi officer known as 'the Jew Hunter' who finds herself managing a Parisian movie theatre with ultimately fatal consequences. It's all very knowing - of course, we expect no less from Tarantino - and there's an underlying design and craft to it (the use of the cinema theme, for example, is integrated into the logic of the film as a whole rather than just being a throwaway piece of meta-referentiality), but I didn't find it completely satisfying. It's entertaining for most of its running time (though too long), and there are individual bits that sparkle (Pitt's fake Italian accent and constipated persona at the premiere is hilarious, and there are some knock-out individual shots), there was just something missing, some essential fire (ahem), soul maybe, I don't know.

30 Rock season 4

Maybe it's just the tyranny of expectation, but season 4 seemed a bit of a dip from the heights of the last couple of seasons. Still, it's never less than great fun to watch, and it certainly has its moments (often involving Kenneth); the greater emphasis on longer story arcs is also noteable. (Also, pleasingly, a couple of days after starting watching the dvds, I bumped into the friend who most reminds me of Liz Lemon on the street, not having seen her for several months before.)

Tilly and the Wall - Tilly and the Wall

There was a period when last.fm kept bringing up Tilly and the Wall, prompted presumably by the twee-ish indie-pop that I was prone to plugging into it. It's bright stuff, good ear candy, but not distinguished by any special quality (a couple of particularly catchy songs - "Pot Kettle Black", "Blood Flower" - notwithstanding).

Joe Haldeman - The Forever War

A taut sci-fi/military novel that doesn't do much wrong, written in the shadow of the Vietnam war and unmistakeably, but never distractingly allegorical in its depiction of the struggles of its soldier protagonists to adjust to the relativistic effects of their campaigns, where time passes vastly quicker on earth than it does for them subjectively, decades passing on earth while they experience only weeks or months in training and battle on alien soil.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt1

The tone's been set for this series - every instalment has to be darker and more adult than the last, the stakes higher, the dangers more profound. And on that front, this, the seventh, delivers. It does feel like half a film, despite its not inconsiderable length, but doesn't seem a cheat in the context of the series as a whole, which has turned out to be quite an achievement.

"Unnerved: The New Zealand Project"

I think it's to do with not just the experience of art, but specifically the experience of art in a gallery or museum - it can create, or maybe crystallise, feelings and emotions in ways that aren't normally accessible. It doesn't come every time, but when it does, it's at once acute and textural, complex, polyphonic. I suppose it has something to do with way in which engagement with art requires openness - openness to the 'larger than oneself' nature of the particular works while at the same time

This time, it really hit me while I was looking at a set of photographs by Gavin Hipkins, 80 in all, about 50 x 30 cm each, arranged consecutively, side-by-side, along three walls, under the collective title of "The homely". The series explicitly explores a theme that's at least strongly implicit in many of the other works in the exhibition - that of the uncanny (here, via its other common translation of 'unhomely') - through simple shots of familiar sites and objects, taken from unfamiliar angles and perspectives, in a way which makes them seem like fleeting glimpses of things we both know and are puzzled by: crosses, coastal scenes, war memorials, museums, corridors, lights (indoors and out), all given neutral 'place/subject' names ("Napier (Monument)", "Auckland (One Tree Hill)", "South Island (Trout)", etc). I started at one end and worked my way along; by about the seventh or eighth, I'd realised I had a lump in my throat and a fluttering in my chest, and I couldn't have said why.

The exhibition generally is heavily tilted towards photography, and explicitly sets itself to explore a particular stream within contemporary New Zealand art, drawing on complex senses of disquiet and disease mingled with reflections on national and cultural identity and appearance. Some which particularly struck me:
* Anne Noble - "Ruby's room". Six large, high-gloss, close-up photos of a child's mouth, distorted in various ways (edges of lips pulled down by a piece of string, tongue stained a vivid blue, a bright green piece of apple between the lips, etc).
* Bill Culbert - "Sunset III". Cibachrome photograph of a metal sculpture at sunset against a blue sky. And also his other gelatin silver b&w ones. As the plaque had it: "Light is treated as an active force in opposition to its ephemeral effects - incandescence, glare, reflection and, importantly, shadow."
* Sriwhana Spong - "Candlestick Park". Six minute video, b&w - screen divided in two, as hand-held camera circles around an outdoor installation (flags, shadows, shrubbery, garden path) clockwise on one side and anti-clockwise on the other. Weirdly compelling.
* Lisa Reihana - various large photos depicting Maori gods and goddesses; in its use of shadow and heavy, velvety darks, reminded me of Bill Henson.
* Yvonne Todd - "January" and "Limpet". Two beautiful young girls, cloaked in a doomed, seedy glamour.

(On at the NGV, but mainly sourced from the Queensland Art Gallery.)

Mongol

Handsomely produced and filled with stunning landscapes, Mongol's version of the early life of Genghis Khan manages the trick of being bloody without seeming gratuitous, in part because of its subject matter and in part because it seems committed to that subject. It didn't really stir me, but it's well done nonetheless.

Florence and the Machine - Lungs

Neat! Florence and the Machine come(s) on like a 21st century Kate Bush, rousing songs like "Dog Days Are Over", "Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)", "Drumming" and "Blinding" providing the sometimes almost tribal-sounding high points amidst a record stuffed full of interesting ideas welded to songs that are always sturdy and often positively exciting.

Best Coast - Crazy For You

iTunes says that this album is "Surf Pop", and that's not a bad start: fuzzy-edged jangle, mostly two to three minute (the longest of the record's 13 songs is 3:02, the shortest 1:43) summertime pop with just the slightest hints of shadows at the edges. Radio single "Boyfriend" is representative - a rollercoastering, summer-hazy ditty which quickly grabs the attention but doesn't have the melodies or depth to really stick with the listener afterwards...two songs stand out, and do stay in the mind: the slower, heavier, JAMC-meets-Breeders-by-way-of-the-Concretes sulk of "Honey", and the catchy "When I'm With You", which boasts easily the best tune on the album.

Terry Pratchett - Small Gods

I'm pretty sure that Small Gods was the first Terry Pratchett book I ever read; I can't remember what led me to pick it up, but at the time (it was either grade 5 or 6) I was in the habit of scouring the 'best sellers' shelf at the Pines library - a habit that also led me to David Eddings and Donald E Westlake at around the same time - and I do remember being intrigued by the cover and by the irreverent blurb. Anyway, I read it, and that was the beginning - I didn't look back. These days, like most of his books, I basically know Small Gods inside out, so reading it doesn't carry any of the charge or fizz of excitement that that first run of reads brought with it, but, like an old friend, its company never palls either.

Gregory Maguire - What-the-Dickens: The Story of a Rogue Tooth Fairy

A bit of a throwaway book from Maguire, a novella probably nominally aimed at children, though with some pretty adult themes - imagines tooth fairies as a species which lives on the margins of human society, living in warring communities and collecting teeth for reasons of their own (which have something to do with finding meaning in their own lives through giving something to humans).

Agora

I hadn't heard of the 4th century Alexandrian philosopher Hypatia before this film, Amenabar's latest, started getting promoted, but I can see why her name has come down the ages to us - as presented in this film, at least, and portrayed by Rachel Weisz, she's a memorable proto-Enlightenment figure, deeply committed to the ideals of human reason and philosophical understanding to the extent that her death is ultimately brought on at least in part by her beliefs.

Agora is well made, if unusually structured: a slowish beginning followed by an extended, pell-mell action sequence culminating in the burning of the library of Alexandria - and then a kind of pause and then part two, several years later, of equal length to the first part and focusing on the huge changes then sweeping Alexandrian society. It dramatises the city-state in a time of social, political and religious flux, setting Hypatia's intellectual explorations against that backdrop, and foregrounding the effect that the increasingly ascendant (and intolerant) Christian religion has on the development of that thought.

(w/ Kai and Ben K; also Steph for dinner but not movie)

Stories: All-New Tales Edited by Neil Gaiman and Al Sarrantonio

A good collection of stories, some by writers notable for their work in particular genres and others by those associated with more 'general' fiction. The choice of writers gives an indication of the theme, such as it is, of the anthology - the genre types generally being recognisably of their genre but known for working at the margins and incorporating more 'literary' elements (Michael Moorcock, Gene Wolfe, Walter Mosley), and the others a catholic mix of unarguably literary types and bestseller list popular fiction writers (there can't be too many short story collections out there featuring both Joyce Carol Oates and Jodi Picoult). What these stories have in common, as Gaiman suggests in his introduction, is that they're all genuine stories in the sense of being about the imagination and the 'and then what happened?' - many have fantasy and/or horror (or fable/fabulous) elements, but generally situated in the real world.

Terry Pratchett - Carpe Jugulum

So one night last week I was feeling the walls closing in on me a bit, and needed a distraction - and voila.

The New Pornographers @ Hi-Fi Bar, Saturday 13 November

Touring without Bejar but with Neko, and they seemed a band completely comfortable in their own skin, right down to the ultra-casual outfits - ripped through a set of songs drawn from across all of their albums, starting with "Sing Me Spanish Techno" and ending (main set at least) on the high note of "The Bleeding Heart Show". In fact, they showed the happy knack of being able to pick the high points from their back catalogue for their live show; pretty much all of the songs came to life, but "Testament to Youth in Verse" (still my favourite of theirs), about midway through the set, stood out.

Also, support was an outfit from Brisbane, Little Scout. They were pretty sweet, and actually really good - melodic, colourful indie-pop.

(w/ Meribah)

(last time - December '06)

Ashley Crawford - Directory of Australian Art

Actually sets out to be a directory, in the sense of containing listings of practical information about the Australian art world as well as more general historical and encyclopedic material; chapters titled 'A brief overview of Australian art', 'Investment', 'A select dictionary of Australian art and artists', 'Around the galleries' and 'Art people'. I learned quite a bit from reading it - both from the concise, readable overview of the history of 'Australian art' it provides, and from the context it gave me for various individual artists whose work I've come across around the galleries over the years.

Happy Together

There's something about Happy Together that reminds me of Godard's Vivre sa vie - apt, as Wong Kar-Wai and JLG have more than a bit in common. I've intended to watch Happy Together for ages - in fact, I bought the dvd a good couple of years ago, thinking that I could watch it before heading off to Buenos Aires, where most of the film takes place. It's a beautiful setting, and WKW and cinematographer Christopher Doyle use the city and some spectacular natural settings from elsewhere in Argentina to dizzying effect, enhanced by the Piazzolla soundtrack and of course by (and with) the 'narrative' of two unhappy lovers, Tony Leung and Leslie Cheung (a dream pairing if ever there was one), and a third with who has also become becalmed in BA while drifting on his own journey (Chang Chen). It's a film that has an impact at the time, but then really lingers, the intensity and textural quality of the mood it creates sinking further in as the film and its images become part of one's own internal landscape - like things already familiar, but now heightened.

The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers & The Return of the King

Have been rewatching these (long versions) since getting a new tv a few months back, and they're still extremely impressive, not least in the way that they're still exciting after multiple viewings and while knowing exactly what what's going to happen.

Disquiet, Please! More Humor Writing from the New Yorker edited by David Remnick and Henry Finder

The kind of humour that you'd expect given that it's all drawn from the pages of the New Yorker - literary, satirical, self-deflating, urban, strongly Jewish-flavoured (and short)...Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchley, Woody Allen, Garrison Keillor, Steve Martin, George Saunders, David Sedaris, etc, including plenty of newer voices, most of whom I didn't know. Diverting, but only a handful of laugh-out-loud moments (McSweeney's humour, by contrast, regularly has me helpless with laughter) - which maybe comes with the territory, the humour tending much more towards the wry than the broad.

"Mortality"

You have to learn everything, even how to die. - Gertrude Stein

ACCA exhibitions always have a particular flavour, and they're almost always good. "Mortality" is a suggestive title, and the physical layout and 'environment' of the exhibition is suitably dark; that said, while themes of death and passing loom large, the perspective it takes on 'mortality' is broad enough to include all phases of life and some of its key markers, most notably infancy and early childhood, and desire and relationships. There's a strong emphasis on the moving image - video work, mostly - and a mix of other pieces in the series of darkened rooms through which one moves when exploring the exhibition.

Individual works that stood out, for various reasons:
* Bill Viola - "The Passing". Nearly an hour long, so I didn't see all of it, but I did catch the last bit and there was something very monumental and moving about it - drowned in water, it had the heaviness and immensity of, well, mortality.
* David Rosetzky - "Nothing like this". A video work which loops a few short vignettes (sometimes with small variations) with a series of voiceovers delivered in different sequences (and, again, with variations) so that there's no necessary relationship between any particular narration (or the character delivering it) or images, all framed as anecdotes from the uncertain mores of, I guess, modern romance.
* Charles Anderson - "dis/appearance: repatriation". A room installation, "various found and prepared objects, improvised constructions, light, bandaging, honey, and bee's wax" - bunk bed, table with objects, etc, much heavily swathed in white bandages and with lights set from underneath scattered around. Something of a Mary Celeste feel.
* Giulio Paolini - "L'altra figura". Two plaster cast heads on plinths in classical style (meant to invoke/pass as white marble), their gazes cast down at the shattered pieces of a third on the ground below (being the ground of the gallery itself).
* Tony Oursler - "Talking light". A dark room with only a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the centre, flickering on and shedding light when it speaks, loud-whispering menacing phrases at intervals - "look at me ... look at me ... give me colours ... give me colours ...". I wondered if it was Pynchon-inspired (on balance, probably not).

Chloe

Felt like watching something on the big screen last Tuesday (Melb Cup Day), and this had the significant advantage of having been directed by Atom Egoyan, whose The Sweet Hereafter is, I still think, a small, quiet miracle. Chloe's not in the same league, but it sets itself at doing something quite different and mostly succeeds. It's a very adult movie, both in the frankness with which its characters discuss and engage in/with sex, and in the hard-edged ways in which they relate to each other (up to and including the manners in which they reveal their vulnerabilities) - and while none of its moves are exactly surprises (the film deliberately signposts the direction in which it's heading from very early on), it holds the attention.

(w/ Jade)

Stephen Donaldson - The Mirror of Her Dreams & A Man Rides Through

Like Thomas Covenant, the central figure of Donaldson's other fantasy series, Terisa Morgan is plucked from a less than happy existence in a world that is recognisably our own and finds herself a central figure in a struggle between forces that she only partly understands, some of which reside within her own person, while grappling with doubts about her own agency and self which are essentially existential.

This (Mordant's Need) series doesn't have the same depth and complexity of the Covenant books, or the symbolic, archetypal power of those others, but it stands up well to repeated re-reads (last time), and while it's a relatively minor work, Donaldson is one of the greats of the field and The Mirror of Her Dreams and A Man Rides Through unmistakeably have his stamp on them.

Jane Smiley - A Thousand Acres

I'd been saving A Thousand Acres for a while, and it was worth the wait and anticipation. Set in contemporary Iowa - farm country - it deliberately invokes King Lear, but would have stood as a marvellous novel even in its own right. Oddly for a city boy like me, its theme of the relationship between landscape and people resonated, but in fact the whole thing caught at me. There are no tricks or gimmicks to A Thousand Acres - it's a story (about family and other things), populated by characters, in which themes are readily discernible...but it does it so well.

Sharon van Etten - Epic

I listen to a lot of countryish female singer-songwriters, and Sharon van Etten is one of 'em. She's good, and has a pretty strong voice (both literally and, songwriting-wise, figuratively) though it feels like she perhaps hasn't quite come into her own yet - that she may still be a bit raw. One to watch out for.

The Social Network

So I was persuaded to see this despite my instinctive reaction - ie, it's a movie about facebook, so how can it possibly be any good? - because of the Sorkin/Fincher connection, and indeed it sounds like it was written by Sorkin and looks like it was directed by Fincher. Anyway, it's a pretty good film - involving enough while it lasts, and with a story to tell - but not one that's likely to stay with me.

(w/ Steph and Sunny)

Elbow - The Seldom Seen Kid

This is a hell of an album - majestic, finely-wrought, lucid, emotive. At various times they sound like any number of their brit contemporaries, but there's something kind of stately, ornate maybe, about their songs and production which makes them distinctive; it's also noteworthy that every song on The Seldom Seen Kid is strong, built around clear melodies which often go in unexpected directions and decorated with details that become integral to the whole. Best, or at least current favourite, songs: "The Bones of You", "Mirrorball", "Grounds for Divorce".

Four Tet - There Is Love In You

I've never been able to explain to my own satisfaction why I like Four Tet, but the point is that I do. There Is Love In You doesn't break the pattern - I can listen to it over and over, and it catches my attention each time through, but I don't know why. There's just something about it - something that draws me.

Eels - Hombre Lobo

Alternates between anger and depression (not that the two are particularly incompatible, in principle or on this record), muscular, electric guitar-driven rockers sitting alongside pretty Eels-style laments. Not too bad, but doesn't leave much of an impression.

Burial - Untrue

Apparently this is a bit of a classic of its kind (at least according to Nenad, who recommended it a while back), but it hasn't really taken with me. Its ghostly, sample-woven electronic mood and sound remind me of the abstract hip-hop of DJ Krush, and like that other, I don't find much to grasp hold of on Untrue - its pleasures are not for me.

Yann Tiersen - Les Retrouvailles

Cinematically dramatic song-pieces, given focus by Tiersen's facility with dynamic and unusual melodies and guest vocals weaving through (most notably a couple from the endlessly fascinating Liz Fraser). Actually something of a grower - one of those that you need to get your ear in for. Liking it.

"Tomorrow, in a year" (Hotel Pro Forma)

Picked this out as the show I most wanted to see at this year's MIAF when the program came out, cause it looked like it might be a real (artistic) experience - advertised as a contemporary opera, organised around Darwin and Origin of Species, music by the Knife, touting comparisons to "Einstein on the Beach" (seeing a good live performance of which remains one of my mostly fondly cherished cultural hopes).

For all that, it looked like inertia was going to get the better of me until I found myself at a loose end on the last night of its (brief) run - last Saturday - and bought a ticket a few hours beforehand ... and I'm glad I went, although my feelings about the show were mixed. I think a lot of that mixedness flows from the relationship between the strength of the show's high concept and the relatively literal, programmatic feel of the execution - that is, the idea of an 'opera' built around the notion of evolution, and both musically and sets-wise structured to reflect humankind's own evolution, both in the strict and in broader senses, where the form is, to a large extent, the content, rather than being structured around any kind of conventional narrative, is striking and impressive, but the actual show/performance doesn't get very far beyond that idea, instead playing it out in fairly predictable, pedestrian ways (if those are fair ways of describing a work that is, in a way, inherently interesting and unusual).

One way of looking at this is to suggest that the component parts often seemed pedestrian because, for all of the graspability of that basic idea, the piece's commitment to rigorously embodying that idea (and working through its implications for contemporary 'opera') requires a degree of repetition, build-up, etc - that certainly goes for the way that the Knife's score 'evolves' over the show's 90 or so minutes from relatively minimal, soundscape stuff to out and out triumphant electro-popness. But I'm not sure that this would excuse the unexciting nature of the actual songs, the uninteresting choreography (case in point: a lot of the dancers' movement could, for example, without too much of a stretch evoke the delicate fluctuations and waverings of the simple forms of life as viewed under a microscope with which we're all familiar - but that in itself doesn't make them interesting) and the lack of a really coherent stage language (lots of imagery, including repeating motifs and stage elements, which themselves develop or, again, 'evolve' in various ways - but, to me, nothing really underpinning it), unless it really demands an entirely different way of looking at the work (in which case it's incumbent on the work itself to do more to open up such a way).

Overall, "Tomorrow, in a year" was well worth it - the fundamental interestingness (audacity is putting it too high, but it's something like that) of what it was, coupled with the elements of genuine spectacle to it and the artistic intelligence that it embodies, as well as the thought that it provoked, saw to that. But it didn't feel totally satisfying or immersive - something just wasn't quite there.

Shawn Colvin - Polaroids: A Greatest Hits Collection

I've always thought fondly (if vaguely) of Shawn Colvin thanks to "Sunny Came Home" having chimed with me when it was all over the radio in high school (in retrospect, it was an early forerunner of the stuff that I'd get so heavily into some eight or nine years later); this collection shows her to be a fine songwriter with a nice singing voice into the bargain - nice.

Steve Earle - The Collection

Pleasantly crunchy collection of Earle's countryish roots-rockers from the first (MCA) part of his career, including the Copperhead Road period.

Lost season 6

It's striking that, as Lost becomes more overtly supranatural, particularly over the course of this sixth (and final) season, it also comes to seem increasingly concrete and literal - I suppose it's that the answers that the show finally provides are, indeed, answers, but answers arising from causes and explanations that are inherently anti-realistic (or, at least, beyond the bounds of the consensus view of reality).

I have mixed feelings about the wrap-up - on the one hand, I'm glad that there is, indeed, an explanation of sorts, and I think that the way the show resolves, including the dual narrative running through this season, is faithful to the overall structure, narrative logic and thematic preoccupations set up in seasons 1 through 5, but on the other hand I could wish that things were less clear-cut, more puzzling, more open-ended (though had that last wish been granted, no doubt it would have been even more unsatisfying).

All up, I'm glad I've gone on the journey offered by Lost. For me, ultimately, it's about the story and the mystery - the metaphysics, such as they are, are a bonus. But all told, it is something out of the ordinary - I'll miss it.

(1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Closer

I liked Closer well enough when I first saw it, but it's since become something close to a touchstone for me, or at the very least a frequent point of reference, in art (egs 1, 2, 3) and in life, as its virtues (most notably the brutal, cutting truth of it - a truth that is no less true for being far from universal) have grown in my mind and, I guess, it has, in some respects, become more real for me.

Sometimes rewatching a film that has undergone this kind of personal reassessment since its first (or more recent) watching leads to disappointment, but if anything Closer was even better than I'd come to remember. I still can't quite put my finger on why I like the film so much, but obviously something about it resonates.

Dark City

Twelve years on, Dark City is still impressive - in its imagery in particular, but also in its ideas and how it executes them. The sci-fi/noir setting is wholly convincing, there are spectacular visuals at every turn, and the few flashes of colour (the goldfish at the start and the Shell Beach interludes) are carefully chosen for thematic and emotional impact; also, it reminded me how stunningly beautiful Jennifer Connelly was back in the day (maybe still, for all I know).

Robert Plant - Band of Joy

Another very solid outing by Plant, somewhat in the same vein as his fantastic collaboration with Alison Krauss of a couple years back, Raising Sand. On Band of Joy, he has a dream pair of collaborators in Buddy Miller on guitar (and production) and the glorious Patty Griffin singing backup, and a great roster of songs to do over (nearly all covers, and mostly obscure ones), and it all works very nicely.

The album starts brightly, with the folksy country-rock of "Angel Dance" (Los Lobos) followed by a Gram and Emmylou-esque Richard Thompson number, "House of Cards" (one of my favourites), the only original Plant-Miller composition on the record (a loose, melodic bluegrass number, "Central Two O Nine") and then a wonderfully ethereal Low cover ("Silver Rider"), which, all murmured lyrics and exhalations and spiralling, layered guitars, sounds like nothing so much as Death in Vegas covering Galaxie 500. The rest of it's as diverse as that opening four-song run, though not as consistently strong, covering country ballads ("The Only Sound That Matters"), psychedelic-edged groovers ("Monkey"), bright good-times tunes ("Harm's Swift Way" - oddly reminiscent of the Arcade Fire's "City With No Children In It") and experimental rave-ups ("Even This Shall Pass Away"). It's all very tasteful, but in a good way - a definite graceful ageing, and a real success.

"Soak + The Hollow Air"

A pair of contemporary Australian pieces, both drawing on a range of influences / musical streams - indeed, it was the panoply of such influences for "Soak", in particular (Eno, Part, Gorecki, ambient, filmic, jazz) which intrigued me. I could see why they were programmed together; I liked "Soak", which genuinely did blend all of the claimed influences, but found "The Hollow Air" (completely with shakuhachi) a bit too abstract to really grasp.

(w/ Ash and Penny @ Melb Recital Centre)

China Miéville - Kraken

Not as thrillingly outré and alien as his New Crobuzon books - indeed, deliberately located in a parallel-universe London, albeit one that is thoroughly warped and infiltrated by the weird - but still tremendously compulsive, immersive reading.

"Red Hot Shorts" session 12

A fun Friday night compilation of NYC-themed shorts and music videos at ACMI, focusing more on the city's gritty side than on the glamour, fashion, romance &c that it often brings to mind; music-wise, iconic figures like Patti Smith and Lou Reed were represented, as well as contemporary figures like Interpol, LCD Soundsystem and Santogold.

(w/ Jade)

Band of Horses - Infinite Arms

... in which Band of Horses get way too mellow and dreamy for their own good. There aren't any really exciting moments on Infinite Arms - the album's not unpleasant at all, but it's all a bit boring.

The Like - Release Me

Pitching their tent about halfway between the tougher, more garage-oriented rock of Fabienne Delsol and the Bristols and the purer girl group pop kicks of the Pipettes, the Like have come up with an enjoyable take on the 60s revivalist thing kicking around at the moment. For me, only three or four of the individual songs really stand out, but the overall sound is great and there are hooks a plenty so it hardly matters.

The Men Who Stare At Goats

Funny in moments but very minor. The only really good thing about it is George Clooney.

Gentlemen Broncos

A film by the director of Napoleon Dynamite - which is relevant, because before I knew that, my main response to Gentlemen Broncos was that it felt like a lesser version of that other. The silliness and scattershot-ness is deliberate, but that doesn't redeem it.

Jeffrey Toobin - The Nine: Inside the Secret World of the Supreme Court

I read some good review of this book when it came out, and for some reason recently developed a strong desire to read it. Anyway, it's a good read, Toobin's journalistic background coming through in the way he brings to life the characters and issues that have shaped the recentish history of the US Supreme Court. The appeal of the book is really twofold - first, the way it gives some insight into the behind the scenes workings of the institution and the way its members are appointed, and second, the way it dramatises some of the key social debates of modern US society through the seminal decisions that shaped the way they continue to play out (abortion, capital punishment, affirmative action, military detention, civil rights generally) and provides a window into broader social/legal trends and developments re conservatism/liberalism.

Thomas Pynchon - Inherent Vice

You can definitely tell that Inherent Vice is a Pynchon novel, but its hippie-era detective-noir-caper genre structure is something of a change of pace for him - not least in being centred around a character, perpetually stoned gumshoe Doc Sportello, who actually feels real. It's interesting seeing so many classic Pynchonian motifs in such an apparently different format - although of course all of his previous novels can themselves be read as sprawling, discontinuous detective anti-narratives. Indeed, in many ways, the plot of Inherent Vice is beside the point (just as with his other novels), even though it ultimately resolves after a series of increasingly unlikely coincidences and twists - tellingly, in that sense, its structure precisely replicates that of the genre in which it situates itself. Fun!

Assorted management books

* Ken Blanchard and Spencer Johnson - The One Minute Manager
* Loren B Belker - The First-Time Manager
* Stephen P Robbins - Managing People

Lent to me by PG - I actually found them quite interesting, though more for the concepts and ways of thinking about managing people that they suggested than the particular prescriptions they contained.

Sleepy Hollow

Burton plays it quite straight here, creating a dark, impeccably moody, almost painterly genre piece. In Depp's Ichabod Crane and Ricci's Katrina it has two archetypal Burton protagonists, and they're surrounded by a host of suitable supporting actors, not to mention a wonderful, gothically wracked landscape; the story gallops forward, and if there are no real surprises, well, it's still an enjoyable and sometimes strikingly spectacular ride.

(w/ M @ ACMI - last time I saw it was when it came out, in '99)

Please Give

One of those films that gets it exactly right - a pitch perfect dramatisation of NYC-style upper middle class manners and mores, complete with guilt, neurosis, aspiration and well-meaning misunderstanding of others. Clear eyed and so sometimes cutting, but ultimately kind to its characters in all their imperfections - and funny, too.

(w/ Steph and Sunny)

Valkyrie

Not that there was anything wrong with Valkyrie exactly, but it was kind of boring (I must admit, knowing the ending - ie, Hitler doesn't die - probably didn't help).

Talk To Her

Talk To Her is a difficult film to pin down - for all of the simplicity of its set-up, the film's many flourishes (the melodramatic twists, the structural sleights of hand, the film and various other performances within the film) and its subtle, allusive quality keep it from easy graspability...whatever else it may be, though, it's a very fine film, quietly powerful in a way that reminds me of The Sweet Hereafter.

Dead Like Me: Life After Death

Disappointing - has nothing of the charm that animated the tv series. Suffers from Rube's absence and from the substitution of a different actress to play Daisy, but more than anything it's a comprehensive failure to find the right tone which cripples this made-for-dvd feature - the characters are unlikeable (even with the significant stock of goodwill built up by the show to draw upon), the plot risible, the deaths perfunctory, the whimsy forced.

Made in U.S.A.

A cleverly ingenuous cinematic pleasure, just on the right side of being too cute. Loses a bit on a second viewing, but not much. (First time)

(w/ Penny)

Tift Merritt - Tambourine

I've listened to the one before (Bramble Rose) and the one after (Another Country), and with the benefit of that context, Tambourine sounds like Merritt's Memphis record; not coincidentally, it's also a notch above her others, both of which are extremely solid modern country albums. Tambourine invokes Dusty Springfield (see esp. "Good Hearted Man") as well as brilliant contemporaries like Patty Griffin and Lucinda Williams, and makes clear that, when at the top of her game, Merritt has the songwriting chops and vocal abilities to be far from disgraced by the comparisons. By turns swinging, rocking, and tenderly folky, and shot through with a distinct gospel flavour, Tambourine deservedly sounds celebratory. for it's immensely enjoyable and likeable.

Arcade Fire - "The Suburbs"

The Arcade Fire are kind of a totemic outfit for me. It started with Funeral, which didn't immediately hit me, but over time sank in, deep. That was in '05, as I was falling into country music in a big way, and I remember thinking that it might just be the last rock album that I'd ever love - a thought that probably, on some level, also owed a bit to the record's summatory, (end-)of-an-era sound. Then came Neon Bible, and while I didn't take it quite as much to heart, it had a grandeur and scale, coupled with a sense of intimacy and a distinctly human core, which equalled Funeral - and, if anything, these days I'm more likely to find snatches of that second album running through my mind.

So the appearance of "The Suburbs" in record stores a few weeks ago was a welcome sight - and even more welcome was the discovery that, while their sound has evolved, they've still got whatever it is that set them apart from the beginning. The tides and oceanic surges of their earlier records are still here, but in a more subtle, smoother form, and the album's intricacies sit easily with the melodic thrills it offers up, song after song. The Suburbs is thoroughly of the now, but it also takes many of its cues from the 80s - the Arcade Fire have always had something of the anthemic flavour of early to mid period U2, but they've before never sounded as much like them, and there's a strong New Order flavour to several tracks, and even, a couple of times, synth washes that could have come direct from classic Cure or Joy Division.

There are plenty of highlights, but so far two songs have most demanded the replay button for me: "Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)", coming on like a lost Tom Tom Club track, all spritely (spelling/meaning intended) anomie, and probably the sweetest pop song they've ever recorded; and the jangly, building-to-high-drama of "Suburban War"...I also especially like the "Ready to Start"-"Modern Man"-"Rococo" run near the start (that last in particular perilously close to ridiculous, yet instead rather brilliant). End to end, it's another great album from them - I know I'll get a lot more out of it, and it has me looking forward to the next.

Robyn - Body Talk Pt. 1

However you dice it, Robyn was a gem...the fizz and snap of tracks like "Konichiwa Bitches" and "Who's That Girl", the chilly post-millennial electro-pop waves of "With Every Heartbeat", the pared-back genius of "Be Mine!" - it all added up to something somewhat out of the ordinary, and an album that stood up to repeat listens remarkably well.

Coming after that, Body Talk Pt. 1 is a confounding record. It plays more like a longish ep than an album, leading off with four cuts of polished commercial dance-touched pop before a second half comprised of three songs in wildly disparate styles (none particularly successful, and one, "Dancehall Queen", actively annoying) and then the 2 minute, lullaby-like "Jag Vet Dejlig Rosa", which does work, though by the time it appears, it feels completely out of context.

The main problem with the record is that the personality of Robyn herself, which came through so clearly on her self-titled lp, is largely buried - while the first half of Body Talk Pt. 1 is perfectly listenable ("Cry When You Get Older" in particular is catchy), there's nothing on it that demands attention or that feels especially fresh, a few tantalising hints of the pop thrills of which she's capable notwithstanding, and the second half is just a hodge-podge. Alas!

Mates of State - Bring It Back

One thing about MoS - for all of their undeniable twee-ness, their melodies, singing and arrangements are a model of clarity...songs like "Fraud in the '80s", "For the Actor" and "Running Out" stand out because they're cleverly written songs with strong melodic backbones and some interesting twists, delivered brightly and winningly, and not because of any particular studio gloss or gimmickry. Bring It Back is an enjoyable set from an always charming outfit - keeping it simple, and doing it well.

Summer Wars (MIFF)

Shy maths whiz boy accompanies popular female classmate to large family gathering at ancestral manse where he discovers that she is passing him off as her fiance and becomes entangled in the machinations of a rogue AI in a virtual world called 'OZ' that is intimately connected with external society - very anime (which it in fact is).

(w/ M)

Symbol (MIFF)

One of the more purely enjoyable films I've seen for a while. Hard to do justice to it by way of a summary, but at its centre is a man who wakes up to find himself in a large, white, apparently featureless room but, on closer inspection, discovers that there are hundreds (perhaps thousands) of little protrusions from the walls and floor - turns out they're little cherubs' penises - which, when pressed, produce some more or less repeatable effect (various objects shoot out from concealed hatches in the wall; water starts pouring from above directly onto his head, wherever he moves to; a mysterious, African appearing figure materialises and sprints across the room to disappear through the opposite wall).

It's played for laughs, often of the slapstick, the absurd and the more purely metaphysical all at the same time, and it is frequently laugh out loud funny; intercut are scenes from another story, involving a conspicuously mediocre Mexican wrestler ('Escargot Man'), the connection to which is made apparent near the end. Inventive, deadpan, unashamedly low-brow at points, ultimately gesturing at a vague sense of the profound, it's a peculiar (and perhaps peculiarly Japanese) kind of divine comedy.

(w/ M; Wei and AM also there; likewise Adam P, and a pair of his/M's friends, C & P)

"let it die"

There was a time when mix cds were really important to me - when they felt like a way of expressing things that couldn't otherwise be externalised. For better or for worse, the intensity of that feeling has since much receded, but I've been reminded of it, a little, by listening to "let it die", which was handed to me the other day with the words "it's a break-up mix cd, but still a mix cd" - or something to that effect. It doesn't hurt that the mix begins with Cyann & Ben's glittering merry-go-round lullaby "I can't pretend anymore", an old mix cd favourite of my own, but mostly it's the sense that the mix really does reflect a feeling, a state of mind - not a particularly happy or positive one, of course, but one that has found expression in a form that still, after all, makes sense to me.

Sin City

Still excellent. I'm not surprised they never got around to making another instalment - so vividly and effectively does this one mark out the stylistic terrain that it occupies that it seems the last word on that count...anything further, one feels, would be redundant - an arid exercise in repeating something that has already definitively been done.

Daybreakers

I'd got the impression that this one might be an unusually stylish, intelligent vampire flick, and while that's probably a fair call, it's also undeniable that the film's genre heart is very close to the surface. It goes like this: most of the world's population has been turned into vampires by a mysterious outbreak, but apart from a newfound thirst for blood (preferably human), things go on much as before...until the human blood supply begins to run low, it becomes apparent that a vampire deprived of blood undergoes a degeneration to a rather more atavistic and terrifying state, and a small group of surviving humans stumbles upon a cure for the vampirism. Neat concept, but it doesn't do all that much with it, being content instead to make the predictable moves en route to its bloody climax, with the result that it feels like an opportunity missed.

Enter the Void (MIFF)

Not a film that I would've picked out for myself, but Jon suggested it, and I was willing to take a risk. Anyway, first things first: I can't say I enjoyed Enter the Void at all. Its quasi-mysticism didn't sit well with me (afterwards, Adam W told me that it was a very faithful representation of the ideas of the Tibetan Book of the Dead, which features in the film's 'plot'), and the closing stages suffered badly from an overly literal depiction of the abstract/metaphysical/spiritual notions with which it was by then turning out to be principally concerned (from that perspective - and several others - the low point was unquestionably the 'vagina eye' close-up of the penis going in and out, in and out...which was the point at which large parts of the audience started laughing and more or less didn't stop for the rest of the film); at 154 almost relentlessly disorienting, largely non-linear, frequently ugly, sometimes outright hideous, and occasionally jump-in-your-seat shocking minutes long, it was also a pretty gruelling viewing experience.

That said, I'd stop short of calling it gratuitous - while it certainly pushes the bounds of good taste very hard, and certain scenes/montages went on for way too long, I did feel that it was a serious artistic project on Noé's part, and not mere provocation - the film seems committed to pushing the viewer for a purpose, namely to experience, in all its intensity, the life of its central protagonist (including the traumatic events that have shaped his identity, to which his consciousness, being the vehicle through which the film is presented, recurs over and over) and the willed journey towards reincarnation that he undertakes following his seedy, untimely death in a Tokyo toilet.

So, all up, I don't regret having seen this film, even though sitting through it was a real endurance test, and even though I don't think there's any particular profundity to it - it was certainly an experience, it did provoke me, and I do respect its artistic integrity, however ultimately flawed the film is.

(in the end, Jon couldn't make it, so went with Adam, David + Justine; also, trang + 1)

Daria seasons 1 & 2

Daria has a special place in my heart. It looms very large in my memories of my adolescent years, and there's no other tv show to which I have anywhere near the same sentimental connection; it doesn't require any great self-understanding to grasp why my teenage self was so drawn to the sarcastic outsider-dom of Daria and her angular, arty friend Jane, nor why it feels as if the show helped considerably in getting me through that turbulent period. I know I'm not the only one who feels that way, and the show would have been a natural candidate for a dvd release, but licensing problems prevented that, and so for years I felt - again, this isn't overstating it - a kind of void, created by its unavailability.

Anyway, a while ago, I mentioned much of the above to Julian F, who nodded sympathetically, and then, the next time I saw him, presented me with a burned dvd containing seasons 1 and 2, which he'd downloaded in the meantime. So I've been watching it in fits and bursts since then, and finding, rather to my surprise, that I've seen all of the episodes before (ie, back in high school) - surprising because I don't remember watching Daria particularly faithfully or systematically back then, as great a significance as it's since assumed. And I still enjoy it very much, though in a different way, of course - overlaid by the intervening years and by the fact that I no longer feel like my life could be saved by a piece of popular culture (nor that I need saving, at least not in that way).

* * *

I read somewhere that, more recently, there's finally been a dvd release, incidentally, but I think the deal was that they could only manage it by excising all of the musical snippets that are such an important part of the show (particularly given the quintessential 90s-ness of the songs and artists represented) and replacing them with other stuff; that being so, it seemed a better bet to stick with the downloaded, original versions, occasional blurriness and pixelation notwithstanding.

Folk Rock and Faithfull / Marianne Faithfull - Easy Come Easy Go

In principle, I like Marianne Faithfull, both in her winsome 60s incarnation and upon her subsequent, gravel-voiced re-emergence. In fact, though, I tend to find her music - from all points in her long, if sporadic, recording career - more or less uninteresting; I suppose that while she's unquestionably an icon, that hasn't come about particularly because of her musical talent. Indeed, the liner notes for Folk Rock and Faithfull, a collection of songs recorded in the vein of her early, wistful, folky girl-pop between '64 and '69, obliquely make a similar point, remarking that "[Faithfull's] influence on mid-sixties Brit Girl pop was rather out of proportion with her tally of hits - just four Top Tenners".

The compilation itself brings out both the strengths and the weaknesses of the style: the mood and sound are evocative - both of their particular era and of a more intangible state of mind, the latter explaining why the style has been so persistent, recurring as a strong influence on a range of genres at intervals since the sixties - but individual songs and performers don't tend to stand out, probably in large part because the form itself doesn't lend itself to innovation.

As to Easy Come Easy Go, this is Faithfull's most recent album and I wanted to like it (particularly given that it was a gift from Kim), but there's just not much to it - Faithfull growls her way through a double cd of covers (including of Neko Case's "Hold On, Hold On"), but doesn't add anything to the originals other than the simple act of doing them over in her own, rather montonous latter-day style.

K J Parker - The Company

The Company is an unusual kind of novel - a hard-edged work of military fantasy in which the battles are all in the past but the ex-combatants are unable to leave the war behind them, and which gradually reveals itself to be something of a parable on the very nature of war.

David Sedaris - Santaland Diaries

Six David Sedaris Christmas pieces; I like the two which are apparently based on real experiences (accounts of working as a Macy's Christmas elf and, as a teenager, meeting a co-worker of his sister's who also happens to be a ho - he doesn't fail to bring out the seasonal pun - respectively) much more than the others, whose satire is biting but, with the exception of the misguidedly critical theatre reviews of elementary and middle school Christmas productions ("Front Row Centre with Thaddeus Bristol"), too mean-spirited for my liking.

Inception

Had Inception been any less good than it was - ie, very good - it would have been a crushing disappointment - writer/director Christopher Nolan has a huge number of runs on the board, and so far as my personal reckoning goes, it must have one of the best ensemble casts ever assembled: in Ellen Page and Joseph Gordon-Levitt the crucial figures in two of the films that I've most taken to heart in the last few years (Juno and (500) Days of Summer), Page in particular being a favourite (but then who doesn't love Ellen Page?); in Cillian Murphy the most enthrallingly odd, more-or-less mainstream character actor in the business; in Marion Cotillard one of the most talented, not to mention most sheerly hot, Movie Stars going around; and in Leonard DiCaprio, an actor whose considerable abilities are forever at risk of being obscured by his looks and stardom but who nonetheless never seems to put a foot wrong.

Really, Inception is the complete package. Its stars all positively exude charisma (speaking of which, apart from those mentioned above, Michael Caine and Ken Watanabe are no slouches in that department either, nor the other key players), breathing life into their characters and navigating the film's many action sequences with equal aplomb; said action is frenetic and genuinely exciting - the equal of that in Nolan's Batmans - and things move along at a ferocious pace.

And of course there's the plot. Like Memento and The Prestige before it, Inception is ingeniously conceived and intricately plotted, but in a way that always plays fair with the audience - Nolan tells us what he's going to do, and then goes ahead and does it. The mechanics of the extraction and dream architecture processes are clearly laid out for us, as is the design for the central heist, and while the history of Cobb's relationship with Mal is revealed in stages, there's no suggestion that the way it's told to us is inaccurate (until a final scene which adds a layer that was always implicit)...the trick, such as it is, is in the construction. Even though all the pieces are there in plain sight (and Nolan handles his narrative elements with impressive economy - there's no place for MacGuffins here), it isn't until afterwards that it becomes obvious just how neatly everything fits together. Would that all blockbusters were this intelligent, this thrilling, this good.

Justin Cronin - The Passage

I'd seen a few references to The Passage over the last few months, and intriguing ones at that, with the result that its publication in Australia felt like something of an event. I burned through its 766 pages in a few days; basically, it's The Stand with vampires (plus a Watership Down interlude), and as immersive as that description makes it sound. Cronin moves things along quickly, creating mood and atmosphere effectively while also throwing in plenty of action, so that the book is as frequently unnerving as it is exciting, and sometimes genuinely moving; also, for better or for worse, it ends with the suggestion of a sequel. There's not much to fault about it, for what it is - a real good bit of genre fiction.

"Dead Man's Cell Phone" (MTC)

Pleasant but kind of forgettable; Lisa McCune fairly charming though also fairly stagey (to be fair, it could have been intentional - but one of the problems with the play as a whole is that its arch, contemporary-whimsical-quasi-magic-realist stagey-ness doesn't take it anywhere in particular while undermining any real audience investment in its characters).

[part of an MTC subscription with Steph & co] 

David Mitchell - Ghostwritten

Feels like something of a dry run for Cloud Atlas - less fully developed than that later effort, but sharing elements of its structure and method of developing its thematic concerns and, crucially, its storytelling flair. Mitchell whips from milieu to milieu, inhabiting (the choice of words is deliberate) character upon character, including some very non-traditional subjects (two of them outright non-corporeal). Motifs recur; ideas are recapitulated and spun from an array of different perspectives. An impressive feat, and all the more so for a first novel.

Constantine

It's not that I particularly love this movie, yet this was the third time that I've seen it; still, I enjoyed it on this pass too, for there's a lot to like, most notably a cracking pace, a willingness to be literal in its depiction of hell and its denizens, and vivid performances from its principals (including Keanu wreathed in dark clothes, cigarette smoke and a bad attitude, a young Shia LaBeouf adding a lighter touch, Peter Stormare's memorable cameo as a poncingly menacing Lucifer, and of course turns from Rachel Weisz and Tilda Swinton, two of the most attractive women in Hollywood today).

Kingdom of Heaven

Ridley Scott, Orlando Bloom, 12th century Crusade setting, modern attitudes towards religious tolerance, etc - not bad, not great.

"Boston Marriage" (MTC)

Mamet's version of a drawing-room comedy, "Boston Marriage" is on the light side but clever, and entertaining enough, buoyed by good performances from Pamela Rabe, Margaret Mills and Sara Gleeson (the last particularly enjoyable as the perky maid Catherine), a sharp edge (though more cutting would have been better) and a pleasing vulgarity in moments. A slyly happy ending, too!

[part of an MTC subscription with Steph & co] 

The Secret in Their Eyes

A tough-minded crime/thriller/drama/thwarted-romance piece set in Buenos Aires with things to say about passion, responsibility, opportunity and living with the past - pretty watchable, if (deliberately) on the heavy side.

M J Hyland - This Is How

Like Hyland's previous novels, Carry Me Down and How The Light Gets In, This Is How is a quiet, disquieting excursion into a mind that is, if not outright damaged, then at least subtly but devastatingly unsuited to the society of others; again like those other books, the first person present tense voice is increasingly claustrophobic and uncomfortable for the reader.

The first part, in which the sense of unease builds to Patrick's fatal act, is stronger than the second, in the prison, which suffers from a sense of over-familiarity despite Hyland's taut, incisive style; overall, though, another very strong novel.

David Foster Wallace - Infinite Jest

I'd been looking forward to reading Infinite Jest for a while, and the recent India trip seemed a perfect opportunity to finally get stuck in. Perhaps the most striking thing about the novel (after the obvious fact of its massive length) is its generosity - in its abundance of ideas and connections (and words), in its willingness to reiterate and return to connections and linkages in case they were missed when first mentioned, in the many brands of humour that are sprinkled throughout, in the breadth of its thematic coverage, and in the way that it treats its characters and respects their essential humanity in a way that DeLillo and Pynchon, two obvious points of reference for DFW, often don't.

Some of the book's funniest passages involve two characters ostensibly having a conversation but in fact barely if at all engaging with each other, so that what instead emerges is effectively two fragmented, almost surreally juxtaposed monologues; as with many, or indeed perhaps all, of the book's comic devices, it also serves a deeper purpose, dramatising the failures of connection and communication that litter Wallace's post-contemporary America. A satire, a serious-minded examination of modern cultures of addiction, entertainment and (over-)achievement, a remarkably disciplined sprawl, paradoxically highly readable while deliberately self-disruptive, itself a consummate entertainment with innumerable stings in the tail, Infinite Jest is really something.

The Book of Eli

Fairly standard post-apocalyptic-action-film-with-Christian-imagery-overtones.

Michael Collins

Plenty watchable; nice to see Alan Rickman in a role involving no hamming whatsoever (and he does it well, too).

Shutter Island

Painted by Scorsese in bold, confident strokes, Shutter Island doesn't quite satisfy despite a bunch of good actors, a suitably shadowy cinematographic palette, and a convincing period setting - the trimmings are all there, but the plot is too familiar, as is the way it unfolds.

McCabe & Mrs Miller

An unusual but quietly pleasing film, wryly deconstructing the western before it was fashionable to do so, and in the end leaving a real feeling of both humanity and sadness as well as telling a story about America and how it was made. Warren Beatty and Julie Christie inhabit their characters, evolving (or perhaps revealing themselbes) organically before our eyes; indeed, the whole film feels very organic, soundtrack (entirely Leonard Cohen), camera-work, dialogue and all. I think that it'll stay with me.

The New Pornographers - Together

Comparisons are generally invidious, but they're oh so tempting, and when a band is following up a four album opening streak in which every record has been at least extremely good and two (Electric Version and Twin Cinema) are candidates for greatness, then expectation alone forces the comparison to what has come before, and so:

Quality-wise, Together is probably about on a par with the relative dip that was Challengers - it certainly doesn't get anywhere near the heights of the Electric Version/Twin Cinema one-two. There's more ornamentation and more jangle, less in the way of surging, full-tilt, sugar-rush highs (which are, after all the best thing about past New Pornographers albums). The best songs here come at the start - namely "Crash Years" and sort-of title track "Your Hands (Together)" (the stomping "A Bite Out Of My Bed", near the end, is also neat), but even they don't have the glorious abandon of past record highlights, and there are just too many indistinct, undistinguished tracks on Together that don't really go anywhere...so, good, but, at least judged against the very high standards they've set for themselves, this is a bit of a disappointment.

Robin Hood

Exciting enough, and well made (as you'd expect with Ridley Scott at the helm), this Robin Hood works pretty well as a 'historical' adventure. But it's a touch disappointing nonetheless, for it lacks a certain depth, grit and sense of significance, all of which it clearly aspires to - something about it feels just a bit by-the-numbers (a bit of Braveheart here, a bit of Gladiator there, a touch of The Lord of the Rings elsewhere...), and though the story arc is clear, there isn't the overwhelming sense of being immersed and swept along that I look for in this kind of film.

"The Ugly One" (MTC)

A barbed little satire, "The Ugly One" reminded me in some slightly ineffable way of Amelie Nothomb's short novel Fear and Trembling, in its brevity and apparent slightness coupled with a cutting edge, piercing focus of vision and intimations of larger concerns, all imbued with an allegorical flavour (it also reminded me of Yasmina Reza's "Art" and "God of Carnage"); also, it embodies a certain kind of postmodernism in which the modernist antecedents of that later -ism are clearly apparent.

Moreover, the Sumner proves an excellent space in service of a crafty staging which makes good use of lighting and a small handful of props (most notably a large supply of green apples, often being significantly peeled in line with the plot, which revolves around the surgical makeover of a remarkably ugly man's face and all that follows), and the talents of Alison Bell, Kim Gyngell, Patrick Brammall and Luke Ryan, form well matched to content in a way that allows the play to emerge naturally.

"The Ugly One" is the work of a young, contemporary German writer, Marius von Mayenburg; the Malthouse's staging of his (quite different) "Eldorado" a few years back left a great impression on me. Definitely one to watch and explore further.

(w/ Steph)

Rivka Galchen - Atmospheric Disturbances

One and a quarter readings into Rivka Galchen's cerebral, accomplished first novel (it's one of those that demands a reasonably immediate re-read), I'm still unsure about how naturalistically (or perhaps 'realistically' is a better way of putting in - ie, in line with what the book's psychiatrist narrator calls the 'consensus view of reality') it should be read. On balance, despite the hints of outright anti-realism, at least in the representational/mimetic sense (the implausible happenings it apparently chronicles, the deliberate echoes of Borges and The Crying of Lot 49), I think it can more readily be read as a particularly intriguing 'unreliable narrator' text, the unlikely convictions (the book's starting point and central story driver is the narrator's belief that his wife has been replaced by an impostor who looks and acts almost exactly like his wife), perceptions and experiences of the narrator, including his weird emotional responses (or lack thereof) and diminished affect, symptomatic of some psychological disturbance of his own. But it's hard to tell - perhaps not only are both valid readings, but in some slippery (undecidable?) sense need to be engaged in at the same time to really get anywhere near the bottom of Atmospheric Disturbances.

Also occupying me a bit: to what extent is it a story about love, and to what extent a love story? (Answer, I think: to a very large extent, both. Either way, it made me sad - I felt sorry for the characters, but especially Rema.)

Anyway, file on the same shelf as, I reckon, Special Topics in Calamity Physics, and it's not a world away from what I was trying to get at a while ago in relation to Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name, either.

(Incidentally, while carrying Atmospheric Disturbances around and reading it in a range of more or less public places over the last few weeks, I've noticed an inordinate number of people looking at its cover, sometimes surreptitiously and sometimes quite openly - there must be something about it that catches the eye, though that thought didn't prevent me once or twice slipping into brief daydream reveries about the possibility that the looker was, say, the author's sister or somesuch other concerned party...)

Terry Pratchett - Feet of Clay

A comfort re-read. Not a highlight of Pratchett's considerable oeuvre, but as enjoyable as always.

Zadie Smith - Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays

Pretty much since I read White Teeth, Zadie has been a touchstone for me. In January '06, I wrote this (in re: On Beauty):

...while I like her heaps, I also tend to be particularly critical of our Zadie. There are probably a few reasons for this: first, there's a sense in which I feel as if I've grown up with her, and as if I've watched her grow up as a writer (a continuing process on both ends, natch); second, and relatedly, she's a contemporary writer, writing about contemporary times; and third, and relatedly again, the milieus [pl?] about which she writes aren't all that far removed from my own (all things being relative)...

All of that is still pretty much true, but the balance is tipping, and more and more she's coming to seem one of the most cogent, engaging voices of her (and my) generation - she actually has about seven years on me, but near enough - and this collection has done a lot to cement that sense for me. Arranged in five sections along roughly thematic lines - 'reading' (books), 'being' (writing/society/identity), 'seeing' (movies), 'feeling' (family, etc) and 'remembering' (an extended appreciation of / testament to David Foster Wallace) - but with her key preoccupations bleeding across those divisions, it highlights what a good writer she has become, capable of writing clearly and insightfully in a vein at once personal and critical/analytical...maybe the next novel, whenever it arrives, really will be the great one of which she's always seemed at least potentially capable.

"Carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees": The National - High Violet

When, on my first couple of listens to High Violet, it felt a bit monochrome, featureless - monotonous even - I was unfazed, because, you see, the thing with National albums is that they're growers. Alligator and Boxer are both remarkable records, both flat-out great, and, it turns out, High Violet deserves to be spoken of in the same breath as those predecessors - it has the same hypnotic quality, the same surging musicality, the same silvery velvet deepness.

The songs on High Violet are basically bulletproof, carefully constructed and lit from within, and decorated with subtle details. Like Boxer, it feels as if it's made up of a series of suites, the scene-setting, exploratory, increasingly definite building blocks of "Terrible Love", "Sorrow" and "Anyone's Ghost" leading into the "Little Faith" - "Afraid of Everyone" - "Bloodbuzz Ohio" run which, for me, forms the solid centre of the album; then the gathering of thoughts (and, to be honest, weakest cut) that is "Lemonworld" before the closing run, "Runaway", "Conversation 16" and "England" repeatedly building and subsiding and building again until finally flowing over on melancholically triumphant finale "Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks". There's a natural flow to it - a sustainedly brooding mood, shot through with well-timed crescendos and rushes of energy. I listen to it over and over; it continues to startle me; sometimes I think, all albums should be this good.

"Waiting for Godot" (Theatre Royal Haymarket) @ Comedy Theatre

Not amazing, but predictably good, what with Ian McKellen and Roger Rees (aka Lord John Marbury from The West Wing) as Estragon and Vladimir; the actors playing Pozzo and Lucky also v.g. This production elects for a lighter, more comic slant than I'd imagined while reading the play; setting the action on a ruined stage is a nice touch, and apt.

(w/ Sunny, Kim, Ruth, Hayley and Meribah - front row)

OP8 - Slush

I tend to romanticise origins - well, I tend to romanticise everything - but I'm reasonably sure that the first time I came across OP8, years ago, it was through seeing the music video for "Sand" late one night on rage, dazed and exhausted and generally in the state when everything seems to come through blurry and in waves; I half-suspect romanticisation (or perhaps 'idealisation' would be more accurate) because those would, in retrospect, have been close to the ideal circumstances in which to be introduced to this unusual, rather quixotic collective's music.

Slush isn't all like "Sand", which is to say that it isn't all dusty, evocative campfire duets, but it does, across all of the diverse terrain that it covers, share with that opening track a certain sense of reaching the listener as if crackling with distance, through some old transistor radio, Howe Gelb and Joey Burns' experimental americana sketches and Lisa Germano's warm, fractured almost-pop tunes alike; it's an unusual record, slow-burning and low-key, but scattered with subtle pleasures.

"Richard III" (MTC)

You know you're seeing Shakespeare done well when the play itself really comes through and envelopes you - when the greatness of the source material is most clearly legible - and that's certainly true of this very strong "Richard III". Turns out that I knew the play pretty well, though I can't remember the last time I read it (years ago, at any rate), and this production does it justice, Ewen Leslie's vivid turn as the titular villain and the handsome sets particularly striking. One issue - and frequent stumbling block - with staging Shakespeare is the extent and manner to which the play is contemporised, but here it works well, with a consistent thread running through costumes, sets and the more intangible aspects of style, the play's bloody action located in a non-specific but more or less contemporary setting, dressed in images of militarism and political power and thereby dramatising the murderous impulses that underlie their exercise and expression, which in a sense is what the play itself is all about.

[part of an MTC subscription with Steph & co] 

Near Dark

Why did I like this film? Two words: Vampire Western. Throw in a bit of southern gothic, a melodramatic romance and some serious Mood (equal parts the blue filter cinematography and noctural settings and a synth-heavy Tangerine Dream soundtrack that's by turns brooding and energised), and it's pretty much a perfect Friday night film. (Though I could take or leave the heavy lashings of blood, I suppose they come with the territory.) It was made in 1987, directed by Kathryn Bigelow; films that could plausibly have been influenced by it would include, I reckon, From Dusk Till Dawn and Twilight.

(w/ M)

Regina Spektor @ the Palais, Saturday 1 May

A good show, Spektor v. polished (though still real-seeming); highlight probably "Samson", first song into the encore, performer, stage and the ornate surrounds of the Palais luminous in the scattered lights.

(w/ trang)

Samuel Beckett - Waiting for Godot

My copy of this book is secondhand (like most of my books); the careful cursive inscription on its half title page indicates that it was formerly owned by Leonie Scudds (Form Six). Apart from those details, there are two handwritten annotations, one on that front page, the other about halfway through, both piquant:

The characters talk for a while + get no where

making us wait + see what he is leading up to. How many conversations are significant? yes. same here.

I've never read Beckett before, though I've seen a couple of excellent productions of his plays in the last couple of years or so (Endgame and Happy Days), and got a lot out of Godot despite the vast amount of cultural detritus that has accumulated around the idea of it. The play is oblique in its meanings, but strikingly direct in other ways; reading it, one is left with an overwhelming sense of entropy, repetition, absence, failures of meaning and understanding, an uncaring universe. It's remarkable in its artistry, in the way that it lays out and revisits its themes over and over (with repetition itself one of those very themes) without ever seeming overdetermined, in its understanding of the specific and the universal and how they necessarily relate to each other, in its sustained worldview and in the balance between the tragic and the comic that it achieves throughout.

The Boat That Rocked

Utterly uninteresting nostalgia trip alas. Top cast, bright set and costumes, decent premise, an underlying message with which I have a fair bit of sympathy (though it's not given anything but the shallowest treatment) - but completely average in the execution, oh well.

Nellie McKay - Normal As Blueberry Pie

Oh, there are few things that make me as happy as Nellie McKay does! Her latest is a set of songs made famous by Doris Day (kicking off with "The Very Thought Of You"), and sees her playing it straighter and more restrained than her previous stuff - her takes on these songs seem sincere rather than ironic, and there's no genre-hopping whatsoever - but it's still delightful.

Kick-Ass

By the sounds of it, there's been a bit of moral panic / general wowser-ish controversy about this film, but for me, the main point is that Kick-Ass is hella entertaining. The action scenes are kinetic and exciting (and completely over the top), the characters kind of thin but vividly drawn, the story economical and pacy, the mood surprisingly deep and at times dark; it plays like a comic book, not least in its knowingness...much fun.

Doves - Some Cities

Say what you like about Doves, they know how to chime. I suspect that for me, they'll forever be an outfit under the shadow of their first, great album, Lost Souls, which happened to come out at the ideal time for me to get right into it; still, Some Cities has its moments...but I haven't taken it to heart.

Tift Merritt - Another Country

Several coatings glossier than Bramble Rose, Another Country is also several steps further down the 'pop' path - which isn't necessarily a bad thing, particularly when, as sometimes happens with this record, this involves echoes of Dusty Springfield along the way...

The Walkmen - A Hundred Miles Off

As usual with the Walkmen, a couple of killer songs (most notably album bookends "Louisiana" and "Another One Goes By") and a handful of other good ones, and the balance fairly indistinct. (Also, I never noticed before how much the singer sounds like Bob Dylan sometimes.) I like their sense of drama, and at their best they can be genuinely exciting, but somehow these guys have never really taken with me.

Laura Veirs - July Flame

July Flame is pretty good - probably the best thing that Veirs has done in a while (it's certainly caught my ear more than Saltbreakers or Year of Meteors). Though I haven't really been into her more recent stuff, I have a soft spot for Veirs that's about a mile wide, and if I've mostly had this one on as background music, I've been enjoying it nonetheless.

Enemy at the Gates

A war movie, and a reasonably involving one. Something's missing, though - as well mounted as the film is, it didn't really make me care.

The Hudsucker Proxy

A film that always pleases me, the Coen brothers drawing on all sorts of cinematic influences to produce an off the wall yet surprisingly cogent (on its own terms) melange, Robbins and Newman and JJL each making the screen their own every time they appear.

(last time)

Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter - Oh, My Girl

Heard a couple of songs by this outfit on last.fm a while back, and the name stuck in my head; the album's about what I'd expected, melancholy contemporary country, reminiscent at various times of Mazzy Star, Beth Orton and Kathleen Edwards. Pretty sweet, but lacking the extra ingredient that distinguishes the best artists in this territory.

Adventureland

In its low-key way, Adventureland feels heartfelt, something reflected in the relatively realistic (for the most part) way its characters are rendered; also in its favour, it plays the nostalgia card effectively on not one or even two but rather three levels (it's set in 1987 (one), but the soundtrack draws on both late 80s alternative and its 60s and 70s forerunners (two), and it's about a time of life which, playing the averages, will be in the past for most of its viewers, me included (three)). In the end, there's not much to this film, but it's pretty okay.

Mulholland Drive

It's been a while since I saw a David Lynch film; I'd forgotten what a beguiling experience it could be. I saw Mulholland Drive when it was first out in cinemas, and that first time, it felt exactly the way it was supposed to - like a shadowy, spirallingly dream-like descent into the unconscious, disorienting and oddly familiar in equal measures (ie, 'Unheimlich'). This time, knowing in advance how the pieces would fit together in terms of the film's structuring conceit, I was most struck by its formal perfection - the craft with which it sets up and then detonates the late-act identity/reality blur and shift while swathing the whole thing in that unmistakeable Lynch/Badalamenti mood.

Sugababes - Overloaded: The Singles Collection

Glossy, enjoyable girl-band pop with replay value that's only surprising if you've never had "Overload" or "Push The Button" stuck in your head.

The Be Good Tanyas - Blue Horse

Nicely put together bluegrass-tinted modern country with the bonus of Jolie Holland's appearance on a few tracks.

School of Seven Bells - Alpinisms

Like many things, I suppose, School of Seven Bells are at their best when at their most ecstatic - most notably, on the strategically-tracklisted (at tracks 2 and 3) "Face to Face on High Places" and "Half Asleep", a pair of gauzey, zoomy, ascendant dream-pop cuts somewhat surprisingly woven through with, respectively, an Eastern-sounding rhythm line (underpinned by thumping, tribal drums) and an IDM-at-its-most-friendly cum Delerium-esque dancefloor haze. There are a lot of ideas on this record, sometimes overwhelming the musical content of the songs, which can seem a bit thin despite (or perhaps because of) how much is going on sonically throughout (the abovementioned threads are various enough, but only scratch the surface); perhaps that's why the most straight-ahead songs on Alpinisms are its best.

Sally Seltmann - Heart That's Pounding

There's a lot to like about Heart That's Pounding - Seltmann's knack for sweet tunes and interesting arrangements, a song ("Dream About Changing") whose main, and totally catchy, hook is the refrain "I'm a little bit shy" (and repeat), an overall coherency which makes the differentiation as between individual songs all the more impressive...I could wish that it had more of the delicately nocturnal, music-box air of her New Buffalo recordings, but this is a very nice record on its own terms, more rousing and outward-looking than anything she's done before.

Goldfrapp - Head First

Heavily 80s-tinged electro-pop with an eye for big choruses - Head First represents a direction that, now they've gone in it, isn't hugely surprising given Goldfrapp's previous output, as full of interesting shifts and wends as that back catalogue has been. Unfortunately, it's the first real interruption to their brilliant run - Felt Mountain, Black Cherry, Supernature, Seventh Tree (with a bit of an asterisk for that last, which isn't as unimpeachable as the other three, but is still really damn good) - for Head First feels oddly lacklustre, as if some essential spark is missing...it's pleasant enough, but nothing special.

Margot at the Wedding

Not everyone likes Nicole Kidman, but I reckon she's a good actor, verging on great on her day (also, I like her hauteur); Jennifer Jason Leigh, of course, is consistently dependable and usually brilliant. Margot at the Wedding is really about the interplay between the sisters those two play, Margot and Pauline (their names an odd, and almost certainly unintentional, echo of the Neko Case song "Margaret vs Pauline") - and, to the extent that the distinction's meaningful, more about their interactions rather than their relationship. I like the kind of spiky, cutting, distancingly cool dialogue (the description could apply equally to the film as a while) with which the characters lacerate each other; I'm not sure why. Anyway, I went along with this film easily, but probably wouldn't watch it again; it was something like Rachel Getting Married crossed with Closer, but more oblique and without the punch of either.

Optical Illusions

A pleasant mix of social drama and social comedy, and of the deadpan and the whimsical; has its moments, though the pacing is perhaps a bit uneven.

(@ La Mirada film festival, w/ Meribah, Ruth and a couple of Meribah's friends)

Ian C Esslemont - Night of Knives

More confined in scope than any of Erikson's Malazan books (or, for that matter, Esslemont's own Return of the Crimson Guard), but still enjoyable.

"Elizabeth" (Malthouse)

Pleasingly profane and frequently grotesque, Dario Fo's "Elizabeth" comes to life in a typically Kantor staging, where what matters is as much the style and theatricality of the play as its reimagining of the private and interior late life of the virgin queen. Though it's never less than diverting, overall I felt the play was a mite shallow, its irreverences, anachronisms and throwaway lines and devices (fourth wall-breaking and otherwise) often coming off as a free-floating postmodernism-lite lacking any genuine artistic purpose; that said, there were moments in its second half which felt like real theatre, which is another way of saying that they felt real, which in the end, and coupled with with a fantastic set and strong performances (Julie Forsyth in the lead role, so that pretty much goes without saying) left me feeling that this was well worthwhile.

(w/ Wei)

The Last of the Mohicans

This really is very good - a stirring historical adventure in which all of the elements work, from the vivid action sequences which punctuate it to the sweeping love story that runs through its middle, set against a spectacular natural backdrop and relayed with just enough historical context to satisfy without slowing the pace of events down. I think it's the combination of the fluency of the story-telling and characterisation, strong performances from the lead actors, and evocative score that gives the film's most dramatic moments (of which there are many) their force; given what it is, it's hard to imagine how the film could have been any better.

(Also, I'm pretty sure that my first watching of the film, way back when (mid-teens), was one of the first times that an actor registered with me as being particularly attractive - namely, Madeleine Stowe's fetching turn as Cora...M scoffed at this, but I was quite pleased by this evidence that my 'type' has remained so consistent after all this time.)

(Last time - which, incidentally, wasn't the aforementioned first watching...)

Johnny Cash - At Folsom Prison & At San Quentin

Surprising to realise that I've never listened to these all the way through before - anyway, both are just grand, full of familiar and familiar-sounding songs, completely inimitable...there's just something about Johnny Cash.

The Moffs - The Collection

Two cds of epic, mostly guitar-based progressive/psychedelic rock tunes from this 80s Australian outfit; "Another Day in the Sun" still great, the rest of it less memorable but then I haven't really properly absorbed it.

"Stereogum Presents... OKX: A Tribute to OK Computer"

I downloaded this a while ago, having come across it while trying to find out more about My Brightest Diamond after hearing their "Feeling Good" on the Dark Was the Night record, but only got round to listening to it this evening, inspired by the previous extemporanea entry. It's a freely downloadable compilation put together by Stereogum as a 10th anniversary tribute to OK Computer, made up of the entire tracklist in original running order, each song covered by a different artist, plus (in the zip file I got) a b-side, "Polyethylene (Parts 1 & 2)", and makes for an interesting listening experience, these very familiar songs in their equally familiar sequence, each easily recognisable but markedly different from their original forms.

I've only listened to it once, but my sense is that none of the covers manage to escape the long shadow of the original tracks (Vampire Weekend's take on "Exit Music (For A Film)" ends up sounding more like the original Radiohead version than like anything done by Vampire Weekend) - they tend to be fairly muted, sombre interpretations built on low-key vocals and a mixture of programmed and more organic instrumentation and tones. That said, there are no abominations here, and a few of the takes are quite interesting: an outfit called Mobius Band (thumbs up to the name) do a perked-up "Subterranean Homesick Alien", the Cold War Kids are a natural fit for "Electioneering", Marissa Nadler (feat. Black Hole Infinity) brings her hauntedly pretty style to "No Surprises", and My Brightest Diamond turn in a suitably dramatic take on "Lucky" which, for the most part, hews closely to the original but is thereby striking in its departures.

100 favourite albums: # 3-1: Loveless - My Bloody Valentine; OK Computer - Radiohead; Bachelor No 2 - Aimee Mann

A while ago, I started writing about my favourite albums, but that project ran out of steam for a number of reason, not least among them being that, in the time that it took me to get through all the mini-writeups, I changed my mind about two or three of them in ways that made the existing list annoyingly incomplete (case in point: as of right now, what would most likely have been number two on that list isn't even my favourite album by that artist, let alone my second favourite amongst all comers); being a purist, I naturally took that as my cue to stop altogether. In the interests of finishing what I started, though, here, briefly, are what would have been the top 3:

# 3: Loveless - My Bloody Valentine

... an album that for me stands alone as the finest exercise in sheer, bloody-minded brilliance ever committed to record. With its impeccably-produced, layered, hallucinogenic swathes of sound, blissed-out melodies and dreamily mumbled vocals, Loveless not only defined shoegazer and dream-pop, but also established a new standard for all guitar music which came after it. This really is the one, listened to loud or soft (but preferably loud), happy or sad, by day or by night, in company or, of course, alone. It is sheerest genius ... - 5/8/03



# 2: OK Computer - Radiohead

... the single album that most captured the spirit of the pre-millennial Zeitgeist – self-aware, cynical, almost resigned, and yet spine-chillingly grandiose and oh-so-faintly hopeful (ifeelmyluckcouldchange); spacey, melodic, progressive, and undeniably great, it struck a chord with depressed, tired_nhappy indie kids everywhere and remains popular guitar music’s closest approach to perfection yet ... - 5/8/03



# 1: Bachelor No 2, or The Last Remains of the Dodo - Aimee Mann

Wreathed in the forms and moves of classic singer-songwriter pop but with a distinctly modern voice, this album speaks directly to me, engaging my intellect, emotions and imagination all at once. It's simply the sharpest, clearest, truest record I've ever heard.



Anyway, that means that the full list (subject to the above qualifications) would have gone like this:

1. Bachelor No 2, or The Last Remains of the Dodo - Aimee Mann
2. OK Computer - Radiohead
3. Loveless - My Bloody Valentine
4. The Velvet Underground & Nico - The Velvet Underground & Nico
5. New Adventures In Hi-Fi - R.E.M.
6. Homogenic - Bjork
7. Moon Pix - Cat Power
8. Summerteeth - Wilco
9. In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel
10. If You're Feeling Sinister - Belle and Sebastian
11. Blacklisted - Neko Case
12. Low - David Bowie
13. Isn't Anything - My Bloody Valentine
14. The Bends - Radiohead
15. Closer - Joy Division
16. Boxer - The National
17. Blue Bell Knoll - Cocteau Twins
18. Treasure - Cocteau Twins
19. On The Beach - Neil Young
20. The Boy With The Arab Strap - Belle and Sebastian
21. Reading, Writing & Arithmetic - The Sundays
22. Kid A - Radiohead
23. Tigermilk - Belle and Sebastian
24. Psychocandy - The Jesus and Mary Chain
25. On Fire - Galaxie 500
26. Unknown Pleasures - Joy Division
27. Doolittle - Pixies
28. Car Wheels On A Gravel Road - Lucinda Williams
29. Post - Bjork
30. Marquee Moon - Television
31. Funeral - Arcade Fire
32. Essence - Lucinda Williams
33. The Execution Of All Things - Rilo Kiley
34. Hail To The Thief - Radiohead
35. So Tonight That I Might See - Mazzy Star
36. Radio City - Big Star
37. Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk - Jeff Buckley
38. The Real Ramona - Throwing Muses
39. Reckoning - R.E.M.
40. GP - Gram Parsons
41. Pearl - Janis Joplin
42. The Queen Is Dead - The Smiths
43. Turn On The Bright Lights - Interpol
44. Deserter's Songs - Mercury Rev
45. Time (The Revelator) - Gillian Welch
46. 69 Love Songs - The Magnetic Fields
47. Humming By The Flowered Vine - Laura Cantrell
48. Endtroducing...... - DJ Shadow
49. A Ghost Is Born - Wilco
50. Fox Confessor Brings The Flood - Neko Case
51. The Forgotten Arm - Aimee Mann [*]
52. Born Sandy Devotional - The Triffids
53. So Tough - Saint Etienne
54. f#a#∞ - Godspeed You Black Emperor!
55. Murmur - R.E.M.
56. Not The Tremblin' Kind - Laura Cantrell
57. Children Running Through - Patty Griffin
58. to venus and back - Tori Amos [studio disc only]
59. Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea - PJ Harvey
60. After The Gold Rush - Neil Young
61. Soul Journey - Gillian Welch
62. Five Leaves Left - Nick Drake
63. The Soft Bulletin - The Flaming Lips
64. Troubled By The Fire - Laura Veirs
65. King - Belly
66. Star - Belly
67. The Meadowlands - The Wrens
68. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga - Spoon
69. I'm With Stupid - Aimee Mann
70. Daydream Nation - Sonic Youth
71. Third - Portishead
72. You Are Free - Cat Power
73. Amnesiac - Radiohead
74. Pretty Little Head - Nellie McKay [*]
75. Automatic For The People - R.E.M.
76. The New Romance - Pretty Girls Make Graves
77. Good Humor - Saint Etienne [*] [**]
78. Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie
79. Heaven Or Las Vegas - Cocteau Twins
80. Kill The Moonlight - Spoon
81. Transformer - Lou Reed
82. Miss America - Mary Margaret O'Hara
83. Central Reservation - Beth Orton
84. She Hangs Brightly - Mazzy Star
85. Dummy - Portishead
86. Being There - Wilco
87. The Holy Bible - Manic Street Preachers
88. Remain In Light - Talking Heads
89. Vespertine - Bjork
90. Our Time In Eden - 10,000 Maniacs
91. #1 Record - Big Star
92. Tiger Bay - Saint Etienne
93. Everything Must Go - Manic Street Preachers
94. Disintegration - The Cure
95. The Last Beautiful Day - New Buffalo
96. In Rainbows - Radiohead
97. Alligator - The National
98. Mezzanine - Massive Attack
99. Pod - The Breeders
100. Make Me Hard - Tujiko Noriko