My favorite books in the first half of 2017

It is mid-July, which means the window to gush about the books one has read for the first half of 2017 is still open. According to goodreads, I have read and finished 21 books so far (11 nonfiction, 10 fiction). I have also read and abandoned 5 others including, regrettably, some of the books I paid for directly through the nose.

Here is a round-up of my top favorite books, in the vague order from most adored.

Nonfiction

  1. The Gene: An Intimate History by Siddhartha Mukherjee– Medical history is one of the new genres I have discovered this year, and Siddhartha is most definitely my most treasured author of the genre, The Gene its mascot. This book blew my mind, made me giggle, made me cry, and gave me a truckload of new knowledge. Reading this book was definitely my best of times this year. I’m currently reading Siddhartha’s other book; The Emperor of all Maladies: A Biography of Cancer, which is just as good, and the one that won the Pulitzer.
  2. Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari– It’s difficult to put into words how much I adored this book. I actually ruined my copy because for months I went everywhere with it, sitting quietly in my backpack, re-reading sections, thinking, making it a quiet companion even while I was reading another book or not reading at all. It has a white cover, which is my least favorite thing about it, but even now in its dustiness, folds and peels, I can’t wait to re-read it sometime this year. Two days ago I bought Harari’s other book and Sapiens’ “sequel”; Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow. I haven’t read it, yet, but whoop, I’m I psyched!
  3. Black Flags: The Rise of ISIS by Joby Warrick– History like a thriller.
  4. Black Box Thinking: The Surprising Truth about Success by Matthew Syed- I don’t highlight or annotate my books, so I prefer to use page markers. I have never used so many markers on a single book as I did this one. So many chunks of wisdom.
  5. Ebola: The Natural and Human History of a Deadly Virus by David Quammen- This book read like a horror story. My only issue with it was that it was too short. I saw David’s other book Spillover: Animal Infections and the Next Human Pandemic at a bookshop recently. It looked at least 600 pages long, and I am so very excited to get it in my next round of book shopping, I can’t keep calm.
  6. Autobiography of a face by Lucy Grealy- This memoir was haunting. For weeks after reading this book, I couldn’t look into a mirror without thinking about it. Man, this life.
  7. Interventions: A Life in War and Peace by Kofi Annan- Candid, raw and everything you hope a book about the UN would talk about.

Fiction

  1. Disgrace by J.M Coetzee– Everytime I see this book on the street or at the bookshop, I get butterflies in my stomach, then start convincing strangers that this is what they want, and not the copy of James Patterson they are holding. This book is it, and definitely my favorite fiction this year [so far].
  2. The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion- This book made me laugh, made me cry, and made me just sit there numbed. I didn’t think about it as a book about mental illness at the time (even when Asperger’s syndrome was all over the book), but it is. For the most part though it’s just good ole comedy, and it’s gorgeous.
  3. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison– So sad and lyrical. So so sad.

I also read some seriously underwhelming books. Namely:

  1. On Palestine by Noam Chomsky+Ilan Pappe– What a dud
  2. The Case for Christmas by Lee Strobel- I bought this on a whim along the streets of Nairobi for KES 100 because sometimes it’s good to read “completely random collections”. Oh boy!
  3. Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro- To be fair this wasn’t as bad as the 2 above, but it was still pretty terrible.

Those are 13 books. The other 8 were pretty average. There was An Abundance of Katherines by John Green which I gave 4 stars because I thought it was absolutely hilarious, but now I realise it wasn’t that memorable. There was also The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, which while I fell in love with the story,  I now realise the writing was downright average, which means it doesn’t deserve this walk of fame.

On the abandoning front, one of the books I was really looking forward to reading was How Europe Underdeveloped Africa by Walter Rodney. But I ended up really really struggling with it, and abandoning it altogether. It is also one of the most expensive books on my shelf which double breaks my heart. I also received The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt as a gift late last year (which I must say seldom happens. I buy all my books which is not something I easily sustain. Gift me books my people!). I have read about 600 pages of it but I can’t seem to have the strength to go on, which mighty sucks.

I have counted, and I have about 40 books in my house that I haven’t read, most of them fiction. I’m semi-ashamed of this number and so here’s to hoping I read a hell lot more in the second half of the year, and buy books a hell lot less.

What have you been reading for the last 6 months? What are some of your favorite books? Let us know in the comments below.

PS: Reviews for these books can be found on the blog, hence this list being restricted to my feelings about the books.

June Reading Wrap Up!

I have been thinking about making a post, but every time I am halfway to the blog page I just end up clicking on the next episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians. That’s right, I have inevitably been sucked into lower-caste forms of entertainment. It’s delicious because it’s so vacuous and it’s so vacuous because it’s so vain, you know, the works. I have never watched anything in such far remove from my personality and lifestyle. Relatable is overrated, I have come to learn. On the downside though, I can literally feel the dystrophy in my brain cells (I’m on the episode where Kim is crying about her US $ 5,000 earrings getting lost, surely you feel me).

Moving on…

I read 5 books in June (3 non-fictions and 2 fictions), and I apologise for not reviewing any of them sooner. It was all due to the aforementioned Kardashian concerns. But let’s now get into the brief of the reviews, shall we?

1. Interventions: A Life in War and Peace by Kofi Annan

This is a deeply personal memoir by Kofi Annan, the Ghanaian UN Secretary General between 1997 and 2006. As a political memoir, I expected Kofi to largely catalogue his accomplishments and be on his way. That would have been an incomplete story, but I would not really have held it against him. Not for long. I was, however, pleasantly surprised by his candour. It was raw and poignant, which made it beautiful. He held a mirror for us to look into what the UN really has been, your rich friend who hardly ever comes through for you when you really need them, but one that’s kinda useful for your optics so you keep them around. He goes into great lengths to discuss the UN’s failures in Somalia in the early 90s and how that led to the international community’s scepticism of UN’s trustworthiness when it came to the Rwandan genocide of 1994 and as a result all parties doing absolutely nothing to salvage the situation. He talks about the conflict in Sudan, Sierra Leone, and even the post-election violence in Kenya in 2008. Outside of Africa, he gives us a glimpse into Indonesia and East Timor’s achieving of autonomy, which was the UN’s first peacekeeping success story. But it’s not all about war, there is a bit of peace as he reflects on the success of the MDGs and his Nobel Peace prize. That’s pretty much it though, because he then delves headfirst into the Israel/Palestine decades’ old conflict, and his involvement and lack thereof till the end of the book.

It’s genuinely difficult to read this book without prior knowledge of the various contexts Annan bases his experiences. It felt a little like something was missing, and indeed it was, when Israel Vs Palestine is told from a 1997-2006 “review period”, when there’s so much more to it. And I suppose that’s the nature of a memoir, it’s going to be bound by the time the subject witnessed. That, and the fact that Annan could get just a little bit dry at times which didn’t help things move along. Otherwise I found it deeply illuminating and profoundly honest. That Annan is so comfortable in being such an imperfect Sec Gen was probably what made him a great Sec Gen, and I think that in itself is stunningly beautiful.

Rating: 4/5 stars

2. The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga

This book gave me a lot of thoughts and feelings, and for the most part that was annoying because I didn’t think it was especially good. In fact, the more time lapses since I read it, the more I think it is especially *not* good.

The book is a letter from a certain Balram to the Chinese Premier, who is set to tour India imminently. Balram tells his story, of being born to a poor family by the River Ganges (google it, especially in relation to cremation of the dead. It is a piece of work). Balram soon finds a job as a chauffeur to a rich family, and the rest of the story is basically him ranting about how the poor can’t get squat when the rich has it all. Now, I’m all for this kind of lamentations because I detest capitalism and social schisms and/or hierarchies. This screed though, it felt a little like Aravind was manipulating a story to fit a social justice framework and elicit certain feelings. That made me not trust him or his characters, and worse than that, it made me not relate or sympathise with Balram at all. I did see the worst happen to him, but as long as Aravind used it as a lens into how terrible India is and how everything sucks, I felt used.

The book had brilliant comic moments and such lyrical quotes though;

“There’s a sign in the National Zoo in New Delhi, near the cage with the white tiger, which says: Imagine yourself in a cage. When I saw that sign, I thought, I can do that-I can do that with no trouble at all”

“Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love-or do we love them behind a facade of loathing?”

“Servants have to keep other servants from becoming innovators, experimenters or entrepreneurs”

“The life of a poor man is written on his body, with a sharp pen”

Rating: 3/5 stars

3. On Palestine by Noam Chomsky and Ilan Pappe

I have wanted to read a detailed account of the Israel/Palestine conflict and hopefully complement the articles and Youtube videos I have seen, so when I saw this book in an obscure bookshop in Lusaka I lurched with such excitement thinking it would be the bridge between my ignorance and expertise of all of Middle East conflict.

Makosa.

This book is written in dialogue form, with one guy asking the questions, and the two gentlemen and professors of history responding to them. Sold like that, it sounds ok. No one tells you how tedious it is to read responses by two people not only agreeing on virtually everything, but parroting the same ideas from end to end. The main ideas of this book are twofold 1) that the US is to blame for most of the pain Israel continues to inflict on Palestine and 2) that there are important parallels to be drawn between Apartheid in South Africa, and Zionism (or certain brands of Zionism) in Israel. They sound like decent and agreeable premises to me, and the problem is not that I disagree with anything said per se. But how this becomes an entire book with nothing new added to it is a thing of [opposite of beauty]. By the time I was half done with this book I was so tired I didn’t have the mitochondrial capacity to go on. So I jumped pages a little, before I called it a day. It’s just July, but I feel fairly certain this will be my worst book of the year. Rather than reading another book like that I’d prefer to terminate my semi-successful reading entreprise at this point.

What a remarkable way to waste time.

Rating: 2/5 Stars

3. Paper Towns by John Green

I love John Green. Being a geeky guy means his books are super readable to me, and I get to interact with him through his Youtube content and podcasts. He is witty and works so hard to sprinkle all these trivia your way while interacting with his content. With Paper Towns I expected no less.

I should have.

The book is a treasure hunt, but the boring kind, and for a girl who has wittingly disappeared to punish her parents and the universe I guess (a search party for a dumb brat. Not my thing). Her “love interest” and the person doing most of the searching is a guy in her class, but one who hasn’t had much of a conversation with her, except for the day before her disappearance and not in a very romantic way. And even then, he places her on an impossible pedestal, almost as if she’s not human. Her on the other hand, predictably, condescends upon him every step of the way. There has never been a couple more difficult to root for in the history of YA fiction.

I tried to put myself in the spirit and shoes of a teenager, but even then I couldn’t give a remote crap about what either the girl or guy was going through. It sounded so implausible and corny to me I just couldn’t bring myself to relate at all. At the end they did find each other, but I didn’t cry, which is to say a lot because I am the biggest crier I know. I have cried in Keeping up with the Kardashians 😦

In the usual JG style though the book was hilarious, but I have read better John Green Books. In fact, I have now read all 4 John Green books and this ranks last for me.

Rating: 3/5 stars

5.Black Flags: The Rise of ISIS by Joby Warrick

This was the book to end all books. If these books were men I’d introduce this book to my parents, wed and sire kids with it all on the same day. This book is the definition of magnificence.

I feel weird telling people how much I enjoyed reading this book. I mean, I did, but it’s a book about ISIS; A jihadist organisation so cruel even Al Qaeda has in the past repeatedly sought to distance itself from it.

It is an incredibly long story, and Warrick helpfully segments it into three parts (“books”). (i) He tells a story of Al-Zarqawi, the Jordanian largely believed to have been the founder of the wave of extremism that ISIS inherited, and a mentor to the would-be leaders of ISIS. (ii) The story of the America’s invasion of Iraq in 2003. This part of the story was particularly interesting to me as I had just read Kofi Annan’s version of it not too long before. Like Annan [and almost everyone ever], Warrick goes into the detail of how ill informed the attack was, and how vulnerable it left civilian Iraqis and created the sectarian divides between Sunnis and Shiites to be exploited by Al-Zarqawi and his gang. (iii) The story of the Arab Uprisings, and especially Syria’s, and how the chaos that resulted between Bashar al Assad’s government and the rebels created the right temperatures for ISIS, especially in the North, in Raqqa and Aleppo.

When I finished this book I felt quite sad, and I am quite likely going to re-read it in the next few weeks. I just haven’t read a book like that since maybe The Gene or Sapiens, except this is not about the human genome or evolution, it’s about man fighting man, which to me is arguably a more urgent point of interest.

Rating: 5/5 stars

I am currently reading another Siddhartha Mukherjee because for some reason Medical Biology/Science is one of the genres I have really fallen in love with this year. Soon I’ll do a short list of my favorite books for the first half of 2017, but I’m sure one can tell which ones they are going to be from the reviews.

[Book Review] The Gene by Siddhartha Mukherjee

The Gene: An Intimate History

One of the greatest joys of being a young reader is how many books I am still yet to discover, and how many great works are still yet to interact with my consciousness. That’s right, I’m immensely ignorant and it thrills me. It just thrills me.

I discovered Siddhartha for the first time at Text Book Centre during a window shopping exercise, because that’s a thing dorks do; just going to bookshops and looking at books and then going home to think some more about the beautiful covers and opening lines the great goddess Athena keeps showering upon us. Over the next few weeks I got obsessed with the book, and when a friend took me to Bookstop for yet another ‘sightseeing’ sojourn, it was time to acquire this beauty.

What is it that makes us so similar that we are able to identify each other as members of the same species, and yet so different as to have circa 7 Billion variants of us dithering around on planet earth [as far as we know]. This, essentially, is the question Siddhartha Mukherjee sets to answer in this tome. As the story weaves along, this question breeds interesting subsidies; what is the essence of our genetic makeup? What are genes? How do they work? What controls our whims and quirks? What determines sexual orientation? How are family traits perpetuated? Why are twins so similar to each other but not replicas of each other? Is Cancer heritable? Nature or Nurture? What are the Eugenics-esque moral and ethical questions of our day? And so on and so forth.

The book begins with one of the most heart-breaking/braking stories I have ever heard, of Mukherjee’s family struggle with mental illness post the Great Indian Partition of 1947 and ostensibly Siddhartha’s motivation to write the book. Schizophrenia, then polar disorder. I thought this prologue made Mukherjee instantly relatable, the vulnerability making the book that much less abstract, which I thought is essential for a topic so unlikely.

Upon finishing this prologue though, one realises that the book is a work of deliberately and extremely didactic nonfiction, but unlike a lot of books that aim to teach, it also works extremely hard at being a moving storybook. It is both a work of history and a work of art, literally and figuratively.

The first story is an introduction to the life and work of Gregor Mendel, a young Monk in Czech Republic (you may have heard of his peas in Biology classes), and we follow him through the 19th Century, before realising that his work that should have changed the world, ended up being buried in relative obscurity until way after his death in the early 20th century. We are then transported to England (where it would appear almost all major milestones in the field  of Genetics were made, so much so the word ‘Cambridge’ appears 108 times throughout the book), where we meet the familiar work of Charles Darwin and his immense struggle reconciling natural selection to evolution.

It is amazing to me how Siddhartha links these stories, because no sooner do we learn about Darwin’s work, than we are introduced to his cousin Galton, who became the father of Eugenics. If you are not familiar to the ‘Science’ of Eugenics, it is the theory that there are certain human traits worth promoting, and some worth suppressing. It is essentially artificial selection, with the belief that this process should eventually result in an improved race of humans. Both positive eugenics [promotion of superior traits] and negative eugenics [repression of inferior traits] are about cleansing of the ‘other’. Originally, the theory was pro-promoting traits such as intelligence and physical fitness. But because the cleansing of the entire human race wasn’t fast enough [coupled with the racism of the day], it spiralled into promotion of sterilisation of persons with ‘undesirable traits’, before culminating into the mass extermination of these ‘others’ in Nazi Germany in 1930s and 40s.  Mukherjee highlights the particular case of Carrie Buck, who was sterilized in 1927 while being committed to a Colony for the Epileptics and Feebleminded in Virginia, the same colony her mother had ended up a few years earlier.

The case of Carrie Buck was possibly the toughest bit of the book for me to read, but if it is any consolation, the book has plenty of other mind-blowing segments, but in the utmost wonderful way. For instance, we take it for granted the knowledge that the structure of the gene is a double helix, but this discovery took years to come to, and Mukherjee tells the story of Watson and Crick, and their discovery/construction of this model in the 1950s that completely changed how Science imagined the Gene and the arrangement of the ACGT bases alongside it. There are also segments about the patenting of the Recombinant DNA technology that subsequently and controversially gave us the mass production of insulin et al. The Human Genome Project, the struggles and prospects of Stem Cell research, the future of Gene Therapy, the Asilomar Conference of 1978 where Scientists proved to the world that they had the capacity and discipline for self-censorship to preserve a moral and ethical position. There is so much goodness in Science!

There are two themes of the book that made the utmost impact on me. The first is our mass cultural delusion of what is normal and what is “other”. For instance, we live in societies that ‘other’ persons with disability, gay persons, persons with certain [genetic] illnesses and often make their lives difficult to live. Mukherjee emphasises severally that what is interpreted as normal is simply a statistical advantage. We then use this advantage to create structures that promote persons who are like us, and this only creates inequalities for members of our species who are just as naturally occurring as we are. (Consider this, there was no concept of dyslexia until we invented reading, and then all of a sudden people with dyslexia were suddenly disadvantaged). The word unnatural is a misnomer when used to describe things that occur in nature. No such thing. He reminds us that it is because we have so much variety that we evolve.

The second idea was the inextricability of politics and Science. As long as there are capitalistic/political motivations in the world, there will always be Pseudo-science to support said motivations. For instance, Eugenics in Nazi Germany rested on the work of a Josef Mengele, who was a PHD graduate, and a professor of Race Biology (which is not even a real thing). In the year 2000, Bill Clinton was going crazy when it became apparent that a private entity [and not the government] would likely be launching the results of the The Human Genome Project. In 2001, George W. Bush withdrew funding from embryonic stem cell research. As long as Science exists under political and capitalistic structures, there will be political influences on Science, and it’s upon us to be critical of what is sold as Science by the powers that be.

There is only so much I can write on this book, even after going way above our usual word limit (I apologise). I can’t possibly review it all. I learnt about the case of Jesse Gelsinger which made me cry like a baby (check it out), that until the 70s, insulin used to be produced from ground up dogs’ and cows’ liver, that dry vs wet ear wax is genetically determined and that there are so many women scientists in history, we have just not learnt enough. On and on.

This book is large, uber detailed and delights in occasionally being Super Science-y. However, it is incredibly enjoyable and readable [even for us who are not sufficiently nerdy]. It is impossible to state with accuracy how much I want to read it again.

Highly highly recommended.

Rating: 5/5 stars

 

Announcing a new category!

A few months ago I semi ranted to a semi-friend that I wished I had a proper creative outlet for all the seemingly “useless” info I gather through books. I posited that since some/a lot of the details in books do not constitute the main subject matter, one often ends up forgetting them with time, and I’m one keen on optimising the outcome of my reading routine. At the time of this conversation I was reading a book about Ebola by David Quammen, and my friend kind of bored from the whole convo suggested that my best outcome would be to apply for a job at Amref. Cue…Ohmigaahd! Just. Stop. Whining!

But I kept thinking about this, before it hit me that I was looking for what I already had; an accessible, laid back, fun way to learn in depth about some of the issues shallowly laid around in books as excrement of the main subject. Namely, this blog. For instance, I am currently reading The Gene by Siddhartha Mukherjee, and some of the anecdotes revolve around the politicisation of science,shocking medieval treatment methods, Eugenics, the greatest events that changed the course of science etc. Now, since the core of the book is the history of the gene, Siddhartha understandably doesn’t launch into a research log of medieval medicine for instance, except to the extent that it aids his points about Genetics. That’s where I come in.

The idea is to have an opinion/research/article piece about an issue/object/concept that features in a book, but not prominently enough to be explained by the book. In the Gene, I would not write an article about the history of the Gene for example as a) I’ll already have covered this in the review of the book and b) This would be mere regurgitation without much benefit to readers who already have or intend to read the book. Since I like writing,  this will ensure a constant flow of ideas to execute.

The pieces will run concurrently with the usual Book reviews, but as stand alone posts and will cover every book I read [and some that I have read], including fiction and (Auto) Biographies. From time to time they will take a “How Things Work” approach, interrogative approach, an approach solely in the Kenyan context etc. I will also mention the book that inspired the topic and my basis for deciding to delve into it.

You will notice that even though I post a review on average once every two weeks, I don’t have strict preset timelines. I shall post a review and accompanying post once I’m done reading a book. Hopefully this will be twice a month [4 posts], hopefully it’ll be more frequent. Lastly, posts in this series will have 500-1500 words, as opposed to the 500-600 words we write in reviews.

See you on the other side!

 

 

[Opinion] Books by Bigots

Specimen I

Like most preteens in the 90s, I read and was entranced by Dr. Ben Carson’s books in primary school. And like clockwork, I remember for a fleeting moment after reading Think Big and Gifted Hands thinking to myself…well,well, I think I would make a damn decent neurosurgeon.

I suppose the book accomplished its intended purpose, which I presume was to inspire generations towards excellence; For a while we could all agree that Ben Carson and/or neuroscience was the hero the world needed. And a black hero? ah, awe-gasms!

Perhaps with a tinge of unwelcome nostalgia, I have recently found myself thinking that had I known what I now know about Dr. Ben Carson’s personal ideals and stupidity, I would probably not have read any of his books. A lot of people feel the same way, while some feel that he was writing merely as a medical practitioner, and since there’s no reason to believe that he misrepresented the facts in that regard, the books are just as read-worthy as they were those many years back. I, too, was one of those objective people a couple of months ago, but I have since discovered a delicious pettiness.

Specimen II

A few months back, a beloved Kenyan writer without a modicum of evidence publicly claimed that a woman who alleged sexual harassment had been lying about the incident. The outlines of the facts were that the perpetrator of the sexual harassment was a semi-famous individual and writer, and homeboy came to his defence based on the typical “that guy would never do that”.  His books had been sitting on my TBR for a while, and after the tweetstorm I promptly wrote him off.

Specimen III

Recently, I accidentally came upon the information that Peter Thiel, Paypal’s co-founder was one of the most vocal supporters and campaigners of Trump. Peter is the author of Zero to One, a book I have not read but have purchased [for a lot of money] and been meaning to read. It is a book about success in Start Up businesses, and I would therefore imagine it has few to no political views, much less on the Trump administration and Peter’s involvement thereof. Be as it may, however, I now find it very difficult to read the book and I’m looking to purge it as soon as possible.

Look, nearly everything under the sun is subjective, and authors even those writing about highly objective topics [science for instance], have been shown to derive a lot of influence from their personal worldviews. (Consider a field like Eugenics, whose history predates modern Genetics, the science the field claimed to defend). That worldview then at some point interacts with the readers. It may or may not influence them, but the intended effect is that it’ll create a ripple, that will create another ripple that may create some change [of whichever kind] down the road. If that worldview is marred with bigotry, however implicit or undetectable, I am unable to get behind it. I will happily read a book written by/about a christian astrologist who doesn’t believe in the solar system but believes in aliens, but I will not read a book by a self-identified bigot, even when said bigot is the founder of some of the most successful businesses in the world.

That is not to say I only want to read books by shiny moral absolutists. I want to read books by people who have effed up, (I mean, Biographies of Silicon Valley CEOs who are intrinsic arseholes and can’t help but fuck up is one of my favorite genres). On my TBR is a book about Hitler, but I can’t bring myself to read a book *by an active living hate lord.

So maybe the bigger issue is this; books cost me. They cost me money and time [both acquisition time and time to read and interact with the writer]. These are resources I highly value, resources I would be transferring to a guy who continuously seek to diminish the spaces I and others inhabit. I’m not okay with that.

[Book Recommendations] Nerdy and Sad Books

I am at that point again where my reading rate has well overtaken my posting rate. I have four reviews in draft, and I foresee myself spiralling out of control faster than Jubilee’s nominations. So in my attempt to clean up shop [which I suspect will become a necessary ritual], I came up with a list of book recommendations, which cleverly incorporates the books I am yet to review.

I am a bit of an everything kind of girl, except self help books (although I have been considering reading Christian/Religious fiction because I think I’d have such a great time el oh elling at it all). I do find myself leaning heavily towards heavy metal nonfictions though, and especially recently. For fiction I am all over the place, but I like a book that can make me laugh or cry hard (there are not a lot of those). Today’s recommendations are batched up in two categories, “nerdy” books and sad books. Quotation marks around nerdy because I don’t think they are particularly deeply nerdy, I am just grammatically insolvent at the moment [which I suppose wouldn’t happen with a real nerd].

And without further ado, let’s get into it.

1. The Biography of Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson

There is a plethora of Steve Jobs Biographies out there, and since I haven’t read them all, I won’t go as far as to say this is the best one or the most accurate. It is, however, by far the most popular and on which the movie, released posthumously and starring the incredibly handsome and talented Michael Fassbender, was based. Biographies of titans have tendencies to sanitise and saint-ise their subjects, and it is remarkable how unbiased Isaacson tried to be on this account. While you read you meet the genius Steve that gave the world the mac and the iphone, but you also meet the inconsiderate, self-obsessed douchebag who drove his employees to the wall. None of these versions invalidate the other, they are just complete as they are. I read the book a couple of years back and watched the movie last year. I hope to read it again this year, and I highly recommend it.

2. The Biography of Elon Musk by Ashlee Vance

Elon Musk is one of my favorite people in the world. He is the founder of SpaceX and Paypal, CEO of Tesla Motors and Chairman of SolarCity. He is, by most metrics a true genius. Most importantly [to me at least], he is the man with the vision to take mankind to Mars. For a long time I didn’t know he had a Biography because I live beneath an actual rock but once I did I devoured it in only a couple of days. By the end, I had a completely different understanding of the man. He *is a genius, he *is extremely focused and driven, but he is also a good ol’ arsehole. Just like Steve Jobs. From an African reader’s standpoint, it almost appears as if the Silicon Valley tech genius genetically predisposes one to the uncontrolled oozing of bullshit [Uber’s Travis Kalanick anyone?]. Although I remember a typo with pain, this Biography is splendidly written and an important piece of work. It provides good background of Elon and circumstances that may have contributed to what we now call his genius, good insights on the problems SpaceX had to deal with building their rockets from scratch, how SpaceX had to prove itself over and over as a worthy NASA competitor, politics at Tesla Motors and the OCD that makes Elon both great and a douche. This is one of the books I aim to re-read by the end of this year because it was just so good and insightful.

3. Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari

This book has been on many recommendation lists over the last year, and not by accident. It is one of the most mindblowing nonfiction non-biographies I have ever read. And just as it sounds, it is a history of Sapiens through the couple hundred thousand years we have been in existence. From our foraging days, through discovery of fire, the cognitive revolution [which gave rise to writing and language], the agricultural revolution, imperialism, the Scientific Revolution, the rise of capitalism etc and how that has evolved and affected or been affected by gender, race, religion and other social strata. At the end of the book, Yuval propounds on the future of mankind, as largely driven by Science and Technology. How long till Sapiens can rid itself of mortality, how long till the widespread of cyborgs? It is clever groundwork for his sequel Homo Deus [which I cannot wait to read] and a poignant close to the book. I only finished this book a few weeks ago, and I just have so much respect for what it accomplished and what it was trying to. You may not be interested in reading Biographies of vastly douche-ic tech titans, which is okay, but you really should want to read this book. While its size might seem intimidating, it is accessible to every type of reader and even makes a few attempts at humor.

4. Black Box Thinking by Matthew Syed

If you have ever read any book by Malcolm Gladwell, this book is exactly like that. The objective of the book is to demonstrate how poorly human beings deal with failure and the prospects of failure, and how we can harness failure to become better at failing. Perhaps to its own detriment, this sounds very self-helpy. Even the title is self help-y, which made me a little nervous. Once I dug in though, there was no looking back. Matthew begins with an in depth analysis of the aviation industry, and the industry-wide culture that has made flying one of the safest modes of transport today. He then juxtaposes that against the healthcare industry, a high-stakes industry plagued with repeated errors as there is often no system devised to incorporate medical mistakes into practical lessons. The stigmatisation of failure in healthcare, and indeed in many industries stands in the way of people owning up to their mistakes. It puts their reputation and livelihoods at stake. It is scary to think that there are probably many people who have died of the same types of medical negligence and errors. According to this book, it is why fields like psychotherapy and astrology have grown so slowly, while experimental physics has been growing leaps and bounds. The feedback loop in the latter, which is starkly missing from the former, ensures there is always data to improve with and upon.

Syed then goes on into other areas, such as cognitive dissonance, creativity and high achievement. The book is full of useful anecdotes, spanning from Drew Houston and the founding of Dropbox, David Beckham as the most hated person in the world in 1998 after his red card during the FIFA world cup,  and even David Cameron and George Bush exhibiting shocking levels of cognitive dissonance in 2003 before and after alleging Saddam was harbouring weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. I can’t get into the details of all these, and I’m hoping the tasters will make you pick up the book. I can confirm this is a worthy investment.

5. The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion

This is the book I read most recently, and therefore one I remember very clearly. Don Tillman is a geneticist who may or may not have Asperger’s syndrome. If he does have Asperger’s, he’s definitely unaware of it. What he is aware of is that his struggles with social situations are of epic proportions. He wants to find a wife, but as a socially awkward scientist will not suffer through a myriad of dates looking for the perfect woman; one who does not smoke, drink, preferably rides a bicycle to work, exercises, does not wear make up etc. With help from his friend Gene who has interesting use for the data anyway, they embark on the Wife Project, which aims to Scientifically sieve through all incompatible women and deliver Don his perfect companion. Until he meets Rosie, who is the precise opposite of what Don is looking for. She smokes, drinks, exhibits symptoms of acute tardiness and is emotionally unstable. She is a perfect coital companion alright, but is she really a viable candidate for the Wife Project? What happens next is why you need to read the book. This book is cute, a feel good and beyond hilarious [I did cry at some point though because Don was breaking my heart]. If you are looking for that book to get you into a reading mode and into a good mood, look no further.

The second category is the gut wrenching, heart pounding exhausting amount of sadness. I wanted to recommend 5 books for this, but my word count is already three times my typical posts. So I shall recommend just 1.

6. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

The reason I haven’t reviewed this book is because I do not know what to say. It is rare that I read a book and immediately I finish I want to restart. Not because I liked it that much, that happens often, but because I have a feeling I didn’t quite get everything.

The Bluest Eye is a classic African American literature. Told in three different voices, it’s the quintessential story about impoverished black families reeling from slavery in an overwhelming midst of whiteness. Claudia is a friend to Pecola, who is introduced to Claudia’s family as a result of her father’s violence towards his own family. They both go through untold misery, and especially Pecola who is sexually assaulted, resulting into a pregnancy unwanted by everyone [This is not a spoiler, it is introduced on page one of the book, then revisited later on in detail]. Above all, Pecola wants blue eyes. Blue eyes mean beauty, blue eyes mean acceptance and most importantly blue eyes mean whiteness. And whiteness is access-to love, to basic needs, to public resources, to acceptance.

This is the short of it. There are other back stories therein, of Pecola’s father and his upbringing, her mother’s and hers, life at school, other inhabitants of Claudia’s household and their paedophilia ways, prostitutes who live upstairs from Pecola and are just funny and delightful, and race, and race…and race. It is one of the saddest books I have ever read. But not in a I-am-clutching-at-my-pillow-laying-on-a-pool-of-tears sad. Definitely not The Fault in our Stars or Me Before You or When Breath Becomes Air sad (all amazing books by the way. Read them). Just structural injustices sad. Sad almost in a desensitizing way. The type of sadness you have to extract from shock and disgust and anger.

I am in awe of Toni, just like everyone else. I have only this book by her, but she really is that legend. Her writing is unbelievably poetic and poised, complex and well timed. However, and I feel like this is controversial, because Toni is so skilled I felt like she’s not easily accessible-which is a reason to read her slowly. The way she weaves a story, positioning it just right to ensure you feel disgust for injustice and not merely sympathy for the victim, the way she unloads symbolism, the way she can launch a journey of descriptiveness for an entire page. That way, to me, felt somewhat inaccessible, and at the end, it felt like a book to be read twice to be fully comprehended. First time for context, second time for contextualising. I read the book extremely fast to finish it in time for The Read Club’s discussion, and that didn’t help.

But then again, maybe this is just a book above my reading level. Lol.

I shall be reading it again before the end of the year, much slower second time around, and I do highly recommend it.

PS:

  1. Since the above is a reviews mashup, I did go above the word limit.
  2. I am currently reading How Europe Underdeveloped Africa by Walter Rodney, you can read it with me if you wish.
  3.  I am looking for The Emperor of all Maladies by Siddhartha Mukherjee, hard copy. I have not been able to find it in Nairobi, if you have a copy I’d be happy to purchase or borrow.

 

 

[Book Review] A Child Called ‘It’ by Dave Pelzer

A twitter debate on Stockholm Syndrome first introduced me to this book. Stockholm syndrome is delicious fodder for twitteratis, and especially those who wish to deride people in toxic [romantic] relationships, or the [Kenyan] electorate herd that keeps voting the same unworthy politicians into public office. As far as popular usage goes, those two scenarios pretty much covers everything, you have to respect the scope of our collective imagination.

According to Wikipedia, Stockholm syndrome is a condition where strong emotional ties develop between two persons where one person intermittently harasses, beats, threatens, abuses, or intimidates the other.

One of the responses I received on my position that Stockholm Syndrome is hokum cited A Child Called ‘It’ [as below], and you know me-I follow through. A few weeks later I bought the book.

A Child Called ‘It’ is as depressing as it sounds. It is a chronicling of a true story of the child abuse David received from his mother growing up. And to call it child abuse is massive understatement. For over 7 years, Dave’s mother singled him out from his 4 siblings, and beat him up, secluded him from family gatherings and meals, leaving him to eat out of the trashcan if he was so lucky. He would then have to clean after his siblings in an empty stomach, only to retire on a cold basement floor, again only if he was lucky. When he wasn’t so lucky, his mother would force him to immerse himself in a tub full of cold water for hours, until he was weak and crinkly.

Over time the ‘punishments’ escalated to chemical burns, stabbing, being thrown out in the cold during the winter season etc. Naturally, this taunting spilled over to his life at school, where kids made fun of him for his smelly clothes, beat him up and refused to play with him.

This routine went on from an age of 5 years old, to his rescue by Social Services at the age of 12.

Everything about this book is beyond belief, and so upon finishing it my first reaction was to nose around on the internet looking for the story.

Full disclosure: There are a lot of claims that Dave may have been very loose with the facts and blown the reality to the fantastic. There are also claims that he may have bought a truckload of copies of his own book to move it up the bestsellers list. As I write this, I am very aware he could be a massive piece of trash for these reasons, but I wish to stay open minded and give the homeboy benefit of doubt. Abusers are so powerful because people often and without sufficient evidence disbelieve victims. That being said, fact or fiction, this was hands down the most disturbing thing I have ever subjected my senses to. I kept pausing my reading because I felt nauseated, and I am black.

But I want to be very real in this review; This book for all the sadness and horror is extremely poorly written and poorly edited, and right off the bat one can tell Dave is not a writer. Some people may argue that was because it was a book narrated from a child’s perspective, but I have read books narrated by children-Allah is not Obliged, Born on a Tuesday etc, and it’s possible to have a child narrator narrate a book well, even with the limited writing styles and devices available to child characters. However, being a story based on a lived experience I was tolerant, and I really put effort into finishing it, something I otherwise wouldn’t have done.

Rating: 3/5 stars

PS: I also finished Sapiens: A Brief History of Mankind by Yuval Noah Harari some two weeks ago [even before Ebola]. It’s a complex book to review, and I’ll post the review as soon as I have been able to edit it.