The latest from Christopher Hitchens at Slate. Nothing new, but acerbic and well-written as always. The Indian intelligence agencies are probably dealing in smug “I told you so”s right now.
In which I excerpt a conversation between Baruk, master alchemist, and Kruppe, petty thief and spymaster, originally recorded in Toll the Hounds, the eighth installment in The Malazan Book of the Fallen. Baruk’s comments are in green.
K: Kruppe asks this: witness two scenes. In one, an angry, bitter man beats another man to death in an alley in the Gadrobi District. In another, a man of vast wealth conspires with equally wealthy compatriots to raise yet again the price grain, making the cost of simple bread so prohibitive that families starve, are led into lives of crime, and die young. Are both acts of violence?
B: In only one of those examples will you find blood on a man’s hands.
K: True, deplorable as such stains are.
B: There are countless constructs whereby the wealthy man might claim innocence. Mitigating circumstances, unexpected costs of production, the law of supply and demand, and so on.
K: Indeed, a plethora of justifications, making the waters so very murky, and who then sees the blood?
B: And yet, destitution results with all its misery, its stresses and anxieties, its foul vapours of the soul. It can be said that the wealthy grain merchant wages subtle war.
Fantasy often gets a bad rap, but I enjoy Steve Erikson’s forays into history, economics, politics and ethics, made all the more enjoyable by his highly literate style.
From the Johnson blog at The Economist.
it once bugged me that in British and American officer ranks, a lieutenant general outranked a major general, while by contrast a major outranks a lieutenant. (Plain “general” outranks both.) Only later did I learn: major general is shortened from sergeant-major-general. So just as ranks proceed upwards as sergeant-major, lieutenant, captain, so do (sergeant-)major-general, lieutenant-general and (captain-)general.
Never thought about it, but it is interesting.
I never realized that the situation on the ground was quite so dire. The international media covers only the money. The social cost remains buried.
- One third of the country’s 165,000 commercial firms shut down; a third can no longer pay wages
- The billions of euros in tranches from the EU actually flow back immediately into the EU – reportedly, 97 percent of it – as annual loan repayment instalments to the banks and as new interest charges
- There have been no textbooks in the public education system for months, since the state owes huge sums of money to the publishers and the publishers have stopped the deliveries
The question that arises is: where did all that money go? Did the powerful and politically well-connected manage to siphon off everything? Or were all Greeks living beyond their means, as goes the primary narrative?
An elegy to Kiyosato, which was a resort town that came into prominence in the heydays of the 1980s. Today, the crowds have gone, the stores have shuttered and everything gently and oh so slowly rusts or rots or crumbles away.
Today, Kiyosato stands as a cautionary tale of the consumerist excess that often accompanies a bubble. Will some consumerist havens in the US and Europe look like this in two decades?
I always knew of David Byrne as the singer in The Talking Heads. I never knew he also wrote so well.
Here, he writes an interesting piece on the color pink. I never knew that
pink was actually considered a color best suited to boys until as late as the 1950s. Blue was the girlie color.
But I do disagree with Diana Vreeland’s assertion that pink is the navy blue of India. By which she means that
just as navy blue in our culture tends to signify conservative respectability, pink exemplifies tradition and balance in India.
It is only in religious contexts in which I remember seeing significant quantities of pink in India and there too, the colour primarily appears on flowers.