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  • The Toronto Sun Sucks.

    The Toronto Sun is a rag of a newspaper, hardly worth the effort to wipe one’s ass.

    I’ve known this for a long time (as have most Canadians), but it seems that the paper has to constantly remind us lest we forget.

    As part of the Sun News Network (Canada’s Fox News), the Sun revels in making unsubstantiated claims, spouting anti-choice and anti-liberal rhetoric and generally printing the craziest shit they can legally get away with.

    Earlier today, I was reading the news through Google as I often do. However, this morning, some of the Sun’s garbage-fumed headlines drifted to the front page and assault the nostrils of anyone seeking to read Canadian news.

    Here’s the title of one little bomb:

    “Berkeley riots ‘sadly ironic’ at home of free speech”

    It was evident, to anyone even mildly aware of their political slant, to see where this was going. Free speech (hate speech) is something to be protected (violently) from the bad people (“lefties”) out to get it.

    Yada yada yada.

    The subtitle is the true golden shit covered nugget that really seals the deal:

    “First Amendment choked by smoke bombs, pepper spray”

    How poetic. The First Amendment anthropomorphized and savaged. Might as well pin an eagle on it and show up to work with your stars and stripes button up.

    Needless to say, I decided to read further – even knowing that it would pump up their read count by one. I did it because I knew I was in for a treat. A shitty, unpleasant treat.

    I won’t dignify the article with more than a few lines of discussion, but in a nutshell the author is calls out a bunch of legal protestors a bunch of violent yahoos, shits on the reasons why they are protesting, and then upholds a neo-Nazi as the emblem of a good citizen.

    Let’s examine some tidbits:

    “The lightning rod was Milo Yiannopoulos, a polarizing 33-year-old”

    Polarizing is a polite way of putting it since he follows up with pointing out his views had been “labelled by his many critics as racist, misogynist, anti-Muslim and white supremacist.”

    Gee, what a controversial figure. There really are two sides to him. One that is a racist neo-Nazi and the other as… um…

    Well, after calling the protesters hypocrites for not enjoying the company of racists, our author goes on to state:

    “While it is difficult to agree with an arguably fascist-minded provocateur like Yiannopoulos, he is not wrong.”

    So basically, the author agrees with a fascist-minded provocateur.

    When commenting on how a protester at the even held a sign reading “Hate Speech is Not Free Speech” our Toronto Sun author proudly goes on to state that:

    “This, of course, is not true – at least not as long as speeches judged by some to be hate speeches do not directly promote or incite criminal actions.”

    Somehow he managed to shit on not just the people who have rightly pointed that “free speech” does not include “hate speech” under its protection, he shot the middle finger in their direction by suggesting that people who call out hate speech are the minority opinion on the matter.

    On the bright side, at least the Sun News Network TV channel was mercifully short-lived.

  • Books I read in 2016

    In 2016, I only read 31 books.

    Sadly, for a second year in a row, I missed my mark of reading 40+ books.

    Of that 32, many were for research and study. For the rest, well I gotta be honest, I went for a lot of novellas to pad in the numbers when I noticed I was dipping behind.

    In light of having just read four books this past week, it looks particularly bad. Maybe I was trying to overcompensate.

    Oh well, here’s the list:

    Crichton – Jurassic Park
    Crichton – Rising Sun
    Crichton – Lost World
    Benchley – Jaws
    Wolf – Envisioning Power
    Manciejko – The Mixed Multitude
    Hoover – Does God make the Man?
    Guy – Becket: Warrior, Rebel, Martyr
    Martin – Feast for Crows
    Martin – Unsound Variations
    Martin – A song for Lya
    Martin – Game of Thrones
    Hess – Magister Ludi
    Orsi – History and Presence
    Mankell – Return of the Dancing Master
    Bishop – Beneath the Shattered Moons
    Brunner – Give Warning to the World
    Brunner – The Super Barbarians
    Brunner – The Squares of the City
    Heinlein – All you Zombies
    Druon – The Strangled Queen
    Druon – The Poisoned Crown
    Dubuc – Frere Andre
    Masterton – Tengu
    Patanaik – Jaya
    Mercer – Alexander the Great
    Campbell – Who Goes There?
    Plate – Key Terms in Material religion
    McGrath – Christianity’s Dangerous Idea
    Mitchell – Cloning Terror
    Craig – The Fall of Japan
    Hill – The Fireman

    Some observations:
    I rediscovered how easy it is to burn through a Michael Cricton novel on the bus / metro. More than once.

    Joe Hill’s prose is roughly as addictive as the early work of his father (Steven King).

    Amazon lets publishers charge WAY too much for some Kindle releases ($14.99 for an Ebook vs $4.99 for a Paperback… really Harper-Collins?)

    Some confessions:
    I reread a number of Martin’s crack-addictions that pass for novels, which I always seem to end up doing in the downtime between seasons of the show and the eventual (hopeful) release of his books.

    John Brunner’s pulpy-science-fiction novels never disappoint. Fast-paced, imaginative and resolutely tacky yet awesome.

    Some highs and lows (mostly lows):
    Tengu was undeniably the trashiest book I read all year – but not without some enjoyment.

    The premise: A possibly psychic, bed-ridden Japanese evil mastermind creates and army of demonic supersoldiers to invade the USA in retribution for Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Yup.

    Crichton’s Rising Sun really comes in a distant second thanks to that one.

    Magister Ludi was, in spite of all its ambitions, probably the most disappointing read of the year.

    Yes, I know it won a Nobel Prize for literature, and it was masterfully written as a prose piece. I honestly can’t shame it for being beautifully told.

    BUT in terms of story — of weaving together a meaningful narrative and characters — well…

    I suppose there’s only so much time I want to spend with listless characters who bloviate for pages on end. This is not how humans speak to one another.

    Perhaps at the time it was released, the premise and setup would have come across as more innovative and meaningful. However, it’s not my first time at the speculative lit-fic rodeo.

    Within the first forty pages of a somewhat meandering setup I realized there was only one trajectory the novel could follow and one way it could end.

    And then I spent the next couple hundred pages following that exact trajectory to that exact ending.

    Anyways, enough shitting on the classics. Time for highlights.

    Apart from the consistently excellent Henning Mankell mysteries, returning to Druon’s Cursed Kings series was a delight.

    I’ve always been a buff for history and well-written non-fiction, and these generally fact-based historical fictions are addictive and engaging even if we know where they are leading us. Down the gutter for France.

  • I read four books this week.

    I read four books in a week.
     
    I suppose there’s a first for everything.
     
    In a way, I wonder if I could have done more. I was slowed down thanks to my regular part-time work, lecturing and course preparation, and the publication slate for the JRC, and all that jazz. Could I have gone through another 4 with those 40 hours reclaimed?
     
    I’m not so sure. Being pressed for time — that is, knowing you don’t have enough time — can really do wonders for keeping you focused.
     
    Part of me suspects I would have read less if I had more time, and spend the difference putzing about.
     
    Anyways, before I go off sounding like some speed-reading hero, the devil is in the details.
     
    The longest book was 210 pages, and the briefest 80 — making the whole ordeal roughly as long as a decent length Steven King book; albeit, decidedly more difficult to read (non-fiction, academic publications inevitably require more concentration).
     
    Still, it’s a bit of a wonder that preparing for a composite exam can do so much to your free time — especially in light of a deadline.
     
    Read 20 books in three months and then write an exam? Still daunting, but at least I’m off to a promising start.