Stuart Austin

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Day: Friday, July 9th, 2010

American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

The Guardian has an awesome piece by John Mullan (who I met once and is a lovely man) about one of my real favourite books: American Psycho/ UK link. American Psycho is a psychological thriller and satirical novel by Bret Easton Ellis, published in 1991. The story is told in the first person by fictitious serial killer and Manhattan investment banker (neatly anticipating today’s general hate of Wall Streeters), Patrick Bateman. The graphic violence and sexual content generated much controversy before and since publication. Now, nearly twenty years on, Ellis’s work has recently been described as “one of the key novels of the last century.” A film adaptation starring Christian Bale was released in 2000 to generally favorable reviews – though if you didn’t like the movie you should still read the novel. It is far better.

John Mullan’s piece neatly details the charm of the protagonist:

When one of his many girlfriends weeps at the abortion she is about to have, he points out to himself how poor her taste is. “Besides, this girl’s favourite movie is Pretty in Pink and she thinks Sting is cool. So what is happening to her is, like, not totally undeserved and one shouldn’t feel bad for her.”

and this:

“I’m utterly insane . . . I like to dissect girls,” he informs the impeccably bronzed Paul Owen, as he bores on about “tanning salons or brands of cigars or certain health clubs”. But no, that won’t do it. So he takes him back to his apartment and hacks him to death with an axe.

Read John Mullan’s whole piece and then buy American Psycho/ UK link.

Sprint yourself thin…

I have been trying to lose a few pounds by walking more and eating less. Just monitoring the input and output to have a net fall in calories. Sometimes this involves walking a hell of a long way. It appears this does not work. If your goal is to burn as much fat as possible then also try to incorporate some sprint interval sessions. These are much less catabolic than longer, steady state cardio workouts, and will kick up the growth hormone circulation in your body even further. When doing so, remember to take rest and recovery into consideration so you don’t over train. Make your weight-lifting sessions full-body workouts, hitting all the major muscle groups three times per week, and then add in one to three interval sprint sessions on top of that. JD Johannes seems to recommend the same thing:

Cardio only works for a few weeks until the work load must be increased, then you get to a point that the body produces excess cortisol that burns up muscle, and cardio shrinks muscle size–what kind of cardio can be done? The answer is good old-fashioned sprints. The modern term for sprints is High Intensity Interval Training or HIIT. This type of training can be done on a treadmill, elliptical machine, stepper, stationary bike or outdoors anywhere there is a flat surface for 100 meters. I prefer to run my sprints outdoors in a parking lot down the block. In HIIT you alternate between periods of high intensity and low intensity. A person does not need to go as hard and as fast as they can during the high intensity–they just need to go hard and fast enough to get the heart and lungs working. The low intensity periods can be like a power walk, or a nice medium pace. The time intervals are flexible. Most people do not go past two minutes during a high intensity period. A two-minute period of low intensity is generally the longest most people go before cranking it up again.

I really can’t see myself sprinting without feeling an idiot – or my head coming off due my neck issues…

New Work from Piers Paul Read – The Misogynist

My absolute favorite writer Piers Paul Read – US link/UK link has a new book out shortly and as a result is the focus of The Guardian’s “A Life in Books” Feature. The new book is The Misogynist and is just out in the UK with no mention of a US release date. The interview relates how based on himself the books lead character is:

(Read) says the leading character, Jomier, is based “a bit on myself and a bit on some people I know. We both live the wrong side of Shepherd’s Bush, but the drains don’t back up in my house. He’s a divorced atheist and I’m a married Catholic. But we do share some views on modern life.”

I haven’t read The Misogynist yet – it hasn’t even arrived here yet – so it might be a bit soon to discuss it but from the Amazon desription it sounds like a return to his great form of the seventies and eighties:

Jomier broods. He broods about the present, He broods about the past. He types his gloomy thoughts onto his computer screen – a digital journal. When he has nothing more to say about the present, he returns to the past, copying entries from old notebooks onto his computer. Jomier has reached the age of retirement. His children have grown up. He lives alone in London, embittered and humiliated after his wife, Tilly, had an affair and left him for Max, an uninhibited international banker. Years later he still mourns the death of his marriage, often trying to pinpoint when, and why, it all went wrong. With little now left to fill his time other than formulaic middle-class dinner parties, Jomier seeks refuge in his journals, recalling those years when he had expectations and when he was still loved by his wife. Then Jomier falls for Judith and life starts to improve as, cautiously, they start an affair. But old habits die hard and patterns repeat themselves. It is only when Jomier’s daughter falls ill with a rare blood disorder that Jomier finally begins to reassess his feelings towards those he loves and his ability to forgive. Darkly humorous, ruthlessly satirical and at times surprisingly moving, “The Misogynist” is a perceptive exploration of the ways in which we can unintentionally let past disappointments affect our present, and how difficult it can be to move forward.

I love Read’s gloomier stuff and I can see why he snagged such a good publisher for this work (Bloomsbury).

The Guardian article reveals much I didn’t know about Read – and I am quite the fanboy:

  • He once shared a flat with Tom Stoppard
  • He was a a shy, plump, spotty youth
  • His account of Andes plane crash survivors resorting to cannibalism, Alive – US link/UK link (1974), went on to become a hit movie and sell five million copies
  • He feels embarrassment at the thought of his grandchildren reading the sex scenes in his books

and many many others.

There is a great quote from Read about the great success of Alive – US link/UK link:

It was wonderful to be so popular but it probably damaged my career as a literary author. I was a fashionable young novelist, but the fact that I wrote different sorts of books didn’t help. For instance Alive appealed to young men who liked true adventure stories, but my next book, Polonaise, was a novel about a sexually perverted Polish intellectual. Each book seemed to lose the market gained by the previous one. But at least Alive allowed me to live a comfortable life and raise four children.”

I have never read Alive – US link/UK link – it is the only one of his I’ve missed – and I have read the others multiple times each. I think I’ll I buy it today.

The interview is fascinating and the The Misogynist sounds great.

100 Suns by Michael Light

As I have wittered on before I find nuclear explosions quite beautiful. And 100 Suns – US link/ UK link is the best book to see them. The book is text-free, and has 100 large photographs which – many in dramatic full color, mainly crimson and black by land, clouded skies by sea – are the hundred metaphorical suns promised by the title. Rather more than half of them disclose the proverbial mushroom cloud, luminous or vapor-borne. Each one is a prompt, distant shot of an American nuclear weapon explosion, made during the years from 1945 to 1962, until the Limited Test Ban Treaty quelled both public witness and most fallout through burial underground. The meticulous compiler–photographer Michael Light ordered his portraits here for visual effect. Since 1945, with the first test and the two calamitous attacks on Japanese cities, the explosive energy ranged from Little Feller I, a test of a midget atomic rocket suited for one-man launch, up to H-bomb Mike, shown in five striking views from 1952. Mike, the first large American thermonuclear device, raised the ante as measured in tons of TNT, from a 10-ton truckload to a fanciful TNT-laden boxcar train 2,000 miles long, rattling past at full speed during two nights and one day. Numbers do not convey everything. The image that most compels a viewer is one from 1946 itself, the first postwar year. The U.S. Navy felt the need for a demonstration of the new atomic threat against warships (no H-bombs as yet). The Bikini Atoll test was duly prepared in the summer of 1946. One fast daylight snapshot from the air shows something near human scale. Against the huge foamy tower of seawater thrown upward, a few tiny black splinters are dwarfed. The furious waters reached and ruined them. Are they kayaks? They were in fact among the largest battleships ever sent to sea, Japan’s naval pride, anchored empty as targets. H-bomb tests are observed from 50 miles off; their images here are mostly colorful and complex layers of cloud formations out to the horizon. A few plates show witnesses, some of them troops set closer to the fireball than we would so casually plan today.

The book makes a fantastic companion piece to A Nuclear Family Vacation: Travels in the World of Atomic Weaponry – US link/UK link by Nathan Hodge and Sharon Weinberger which I have nearly finished.

My marriage is (NOT) over

It appears that my marriage is over. Marta has just told me that she is leaving. What has brought this on? I phoned her a couple of days ago from a cellphone that does not send its number. Apparently that crime is enough to initiate divorce…

I would like to say that it was good while it lasted but it was not. We married too soon and we are far too different.

It is very sad for Stanley, as I guess I won’t be allowed to see him.

UPDATE:

This was all a big confusion on my part. I am sorry Marta for being such an idiot.