Cell
By Stephen King
Published in: 2006
Synopsis: Graphic artist Clay Riddell was in the heart of Boston on that brilliant autumn afternoon when hell was unleashed before his eyes. Without warning, carnage and chaos reigned. Ordinary people fell victim to the basest, most animalistic destruction.
And the apocalypse began with the ring of a cell phone...
Considering that I thoroughly enjoyed this book I've found it really difficult to write this review. I've been adding and subtracting from it for about a week and a half now, and I've come to the conclusion that if I don't blast this out tonight it probably won't ever see the light of day. So with that in mind I apologise if it's a little unpolished or underdeveloped, but it's better than nothing...right?
Even though I've just spent a year researching and writing about zombies I actually don't read much zombie fiction. Much of the stuff I've read, or glimpsed into, has been appalling. Don't get me wrong, there is some great horror fiction out there involving zombies, but there is also a lot of trash, and it always seems to be the trash that finds its way across my path. Cell isn't really a zombie novel. At first it seems like it may be. Within minutes of the "pulse" (more on that in a moment) people seemed to have lost their minds and developed a thirst for human blood/flesh and a desire to rip limbs from the nearest person. Several characters unaffected by the pulse exclaim that the others are like the zombies they've seen in films, but as time passes it becomes clear that these aren't reanimated corpses hungry for human flesh. They're something different, more complex and not nearly as dangerous. Well, they're dangerous, but not in the same way that zombies are. To make my life a little easier I'm going to continue to refer to them as zombies, but keep in mind they aren't the zombies you see in films.
Before I get into discussion about the zombies I should probably explain what the pulse is, and the central story and characters. The central character is Clay, a graphic novel illustrator visiting Boston to try and sell his graphic novel. As the novel begins he's making his way back to his hotel, hoping the good news on his sale will be the catalyst needed to convince his estranged wife that he's not a failure and that their marriage stands a chance of survival. As he stops for ice-cream things start to fall apart. He notices a man attacking a dog, some loud bangs and screams from further away, and the business woman in front of him, drop her phone and start freaking out. Within seconds hell is unleashed and the world as we know it will never be the same again.
Along with the zombie-like people attacking anyone unfortunate enough to get in their path, there seems to be a rush of people trying to end their lives. People jump from buildings, crash cars and even crash planes into buildings. Clay recognises similarities to the chaos that reigned in the aftermath of 9/11 and assumes that it's a terrorist attack of some kind. He's probably right on the money, but we'll never truly know for sure. What we do know is what the characters learn as the book continues. A pulse of some kind spread across the country (and presumably the world) and affected anyone using a mobile phone for a phone conversation. Without giving away too many of the details which you should learn for yourself as you read, the pulse appears to work almost like a computer virus, completely eliminating regular brain function and reactivating it in a more primitive and incomplete sense. During the first moments of the attack Clay finds himself joined by Tom, a man whose life was saved by his cat when the cat knocked his phone of a table that morning and broke it. As they make their way back to Clay's hotel they save Alice, a 15 year old also visiting Boston, who just saw her mother turned into one of "them".
The three of them form a band of "normies" who strike north to try and make it back to Clay's home town to rescue his wife and 12 year son. So begins the post-apocalyptic road trip that King is so fantastic at writing, and so begins the unravelling of a story that had me captivated from the first page. The band of three make their way through deserted towns, occasionally passing by other survivors, sticking to travelling at night when the zombies are "asleep". The group grows larger when they happen across a school and meet Jordan, a 12 year old computer wizz and Charles Ardai, the acting headmaster of the school. It's here that the story starts to progress from a survival novel into a more action driven novel, and then begins to parallel one of my favourite books, I Am Legend.
I've heard a few people make comparisons between Cell and The Stand, and while there are definite similarities, at the core they are completely different books. The real connections are between Cell and I Am Legend, on the surface very different, but fundamentally the same. The heart of this novel is about the similarities and disparities between the survivors and those affected by the pulse. I don't want to give away any spoilers about the lasting results of the pulse, but like I said earlier, they only appear to be zombies at first. After that they change, and as the majority of people left (it's never established if the pulse affected everyone worldwide or just Americans) the question is raised whether they're the "freaks" and the "monsters" or are the few survivors, the ones who wish harm on the zombie pulse victims? This, essentially, is the driving force in I Am Legend as Robert Neville finds himself the only human being left not infected, and proves to be the most interesting aspect of both the novels.
The way the story portrays technology is also very interesting. It is the tool utilised by the nameless/faceless terrorists (if it was terrorists) to destroy modern society, but just as technology ruled our lives before the pulse it informs our lives afterwards as well. Though the "normies" are forced to live in a world devoid of electricity, mobile phones (lest you wish to be turned), transport and computers, the zombies are markedly similar to the technology that destroyed them. Again, I'm not sure what else I can say without spoiling the revelations of the story, but just as their brains were wiped and rebooted there are other parallels drawn through the story. To help establish these similarities King uses the young character Jordan to bridge the gap between technology and the techno-illiterates that have survived the pulse. This is where my one complaint comes in. Though I really loved the character of Jordan, he's vulnerable and innocent and becomes the son and younger brother of the other survivors in the group, his role as an exposition device was a little too obvious for me. Even if he were a complete computer genius, his ability to understand the technological aspects of the zombies and explain these similarities, as well as how the pulse would have worked, were a little too detailed and unlikely for me. He is the bridge between the two groups, understanding how things work on both sides, but I just don't feel like he thought or talked like a 12 year old when technology comes up. He will be scared and vulnerable and talking in teen slang one minute, and the next it sounds like he should be helming Microsoft or something. Basically, while he was a charming and loveable character, his position as a literary device stuck out like a sore thumb and occasionally distracted from the story.
This is one of those books that can incite hours of discussion about the condition of the zombies, the role of technology and the comparison between it and other books (namely The Stand and I Am Legend). It's an adventurous, compassionate and thought-proving tale of a post-apocalypse brought about by our own dependence, and a father's journey to find his son. A really great read, one of the best King novels I've read this year.
My rating: 5/5
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Film Review: The Exorcist
The Exorcist
Released: 1973
Directed by: William Friedkin
Starring: Ellen Burstyn
Max Von Sydow
Linda Blair
Lee J. Cobb
for synopsis please read my book review.
When I reviewed the book version of The Exorcistthe other week I kept making rather vague references to what I remembered of the film. It seems I perhaps should have re-watched the film before I shared some of those perspectives because it seems like I misremembered much of the film!
Watching the film as a 13 year old what really stood out to me was the girl descending into deeper levels of creepy possessed demon-ness. Her transformation from loveable, happy child into a creature hell-bent on destroying the lives of everyone it comes into contact with was a stark shock for little me, and the images of Regan's head spinning, and the "help me" formed on her stomach haunted me for nights after I first saw the film. Because the poignant transformation had such an impact on the young impressionable me, when I read the book and found an abundance of conflict between psychology and religion and how religion can survive alongside the sciences in the modern world, it felt like a new addition to the story. What I found upon rewatching it though, is that this conflict is indeed present in the film, and like the book actually takes prescendence over much of the exorcism/possession stuff.
Not being particularly religious (read: stone-cold atheist) the conflict isn't something I've come into contact with, but the representation of it on film with the character of Father Karras makes it painfully clear that religion is much harder to sell, shall we say, and also much harder to swallow. Though he seems clear that there is a god, his psychology background makes it impossible to believe that Regan could possibly be possessed. Though it's explained more within the book, he's clearly more confident with saying she's suffering from some undiagnosable mental disorder than a mystical being possessing her body. It's an interesting predicament, because as an atheist/agnostic I really can't see the difference between demons and god, but for Karras there is a definite difference between them and his scientific background doesn't allow him to suspend his disbelief quite that far. It makes for a possession narrative that's much better equipped for modern audiences and modern society, far more accessible and believable.
For anyone who hasn't seen the film (shame on you) the special effects are hardly of the standard that we're used to today, but I still found them realistic enough to have me hugging my legs to my chest. To be honest, I find it much more effective to use the physical special effects, as used in The Exorcist,than the CGI ones favoured today. They don't always pass as more realistic, but they have a tangibility that you simply can't get from CGI, regardless of the studio designing them. This is definitely true in this film. The shaking bed and possessed puppetry does border on laughable from time to time, but you can get a real sense of why this film had people in hysterics when it was released. In fact, I think it's one of the few old films where you're completely excused for still feeling fear during.Night of the Living Dead, though a favourite of mine, is decidedly unscary, even though I recognise where the fear would be for older audiences.
The atmosphere is fantastic in this film, and the soundtrack further amplifies the overall feeling of the movie. Perhaps the best example of this film's dark and moody atmosphere is the shot used on most DVD covers of the film. Father Merrin standing underneath the streetlight as light shines down on him in the dark from the open window of Regan's bedroom. Stunning. While the rest of the film doesn't quite meet the same high standard of this image, it does reflect the general cinematic style of the film.
All of this adds up to create a phenomenal, and understandably classic, horror film. One that I implore you all watch, and even if you've seen it before, watch it again. No more discussion, just do it. Now.
My rating: 4.5/5
Released: 1973
Directed by: William Friedkin
Starring: Ellen Burstyn
Max Von Sydow
Linda Blair
Lee J. Cobb
for synopsis please read my book review.
When I reviewed the book version of The Exorcistthe other week I kept making rather vague references to what I remembered of the film. It seems I perhaps should have re-watched the film before I shared some of those perspectives because it seems like I misremembered much of the film!
Watching the film as a 13 year old what really stood out to me was the girl descending into deeper levels of creepy possessed demon-ness. Her transformation from loveable, happy child into a creature hell-bent on destroying the lives of everyone it comes into contact with was a stark shock for little me, and the images of Regan's head spinning, and the "help me" formed on her stomach haunted me for nights after I first saw the film. Because the poignant transformation had such an impact on the young impressionable me, when I read the book and found an abundance of conflict between psychology and religion and how religion can survive alongside the sciences in the modern world, it felt like a new addition to the story. What I found upon rewatching it though, is that this conflict is indeed present in the film, and like the book actually takes prescendence over much of the exorcism/possession stuff.
Not being particularly religious (read: stone-cold atheist) the conflict isn't something I've come into contact with, but the representation of it on film with the character of Father Karras makes it painfully clear that religion is much harder to sell, shall we say, and also much harder to swallow. Though he seems clear that there is a god, his psychology background makes it impossible to believe that Regan could possibly be possessed. Though it's explained more within the book, he's clearly more confident with saying she's suffering from some undiagnosable mental disorder than a mystical being possessing her body. It's an interesting predicament, because as an atheist/agnostic I really can't see the difference between demons and god, but for Karras there is a definite difference between them and his scientific background doesn't allow him to suspend his disbelief quite that far. It makes for a possession narrative that's much better equipped for modern audiences and modern society, far more accessible and believable.
For anyone who hasn't seen the film (shame on you) the special effects are hardly of the standard that we're used to today, but I still found them realistic enough to have me hugging my legs to my chest. To be honest, I find it much more effective to use the physical special effects, as used in The Exorcist,than the CGI ones favoured today. They don't always pass as more realistic, but they have a tangibility that you simply can't get from CGI, regardless of the studio designing them. This is definitely true in this film. The shaking bed and possessed puppetry does border on laughable from time to time, but you can get a real sense of why this film had people in hysterics when it was released. In fact, I think it's one of the few old films where you're completely excused for still feeling fear during.Night of the Living Dead, though a favourite of mine, is decidedly unscary, even though I recognise where the fear would be for older audiences.
The atmosphere is fantastic in this film, and the soundtrack further amplifies the overall feeling of the movie. Perhaps the best example of this film's dark and moody atmosphere is the shot used on most DVD covers of the film. Father Merrin standing underneath the streetlight as light shines down on him in the dark from the open window of Regan's bedroom. Stunning. While the rest of the film doesn't quite meet the same high standard of this image, it does reflect the general cinematic style of the film.
All of this adds up to create a phenomenal, and understandably classic, horror film. One that I implore you all watch, and even if you've seen it before, watch it again. No more discussion, just do it. Now.
My rating: 4.5/5
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Top 10 Tuesday: Childhood Faves
Top 10 Tuesday is an original feature/weekly meme created here at The Broke and The Bookish. This feature was created because we're particularly of lists here at The Broke and The Bookish. We'd love to share our lists with other bookish folks and would LOVE to see your top 10 lists!
This week: Top 10 childhood favourites, or, take a look how many series I read as a kid!
1. Harry Potter by J.K Rowling
I'm pretty sure this will be on everyone's list this week, so I doubt I need to expand. I mean...Harry Potter! It's simply the greatest YA ever written!
2. Roald Dahl
I really couldn't pick just one. As a kid I used to read all his books continuously, but the ones on constant rotation were The Twits, James and the Giant Peach, George's Marvelous Medicine, The Witches and The Magic Finger (which was this fantastic 1970s edition handed down by my mum). They were such charming books that bewitched my mind and set my imagination racing.
3. The Hobbit by J.R. R Tolkien
I didn't pick up LOTR until the first film came out because my mum scared me with her description of Gollum (he'd terrified her as a child) but I absolutely adored The Hobbit as a kid. It was my first foray into fantasy and classic literature and I think it made a great introductory text!
4.The Baby-Sitter's Club by Ann. M. Martin
I'm pretty sure I read every single one of these when I was a kid. I always wished I could be as fashionable as Stacy, as creative as Claudia, as free spirited as Damn and as sweet as Mary-Anne. I never really liked Kirsty, she was too brash and abrasive for my tastes, but I did always want to start a business of Baby-Sitters with a group of best friends like them.
5. Goosebumps by R.L. Stine
This was the other mass-produced series that I loved. I actually joined a Goosebumps club which sent out three books, a pack of stickers and some other related toy once a month. I only stopped reading these creepy tales when I found R.L Stine's Fear Street and Christopher Pike's books, which were a little better suited for my 13 year old desire for horror.
6. The Chrestomanci Series by Diana Wynne Jones
An absolutely amazing fantasy series that involves parallel world, men with multiple lives, dream walks, magic, dragons, mermaids etc etc. I received The Lives of Christopher Chant for a birthday present and immediately fell in love with the book's creativity and fun and rushed out to read all the rest in the series and convince all my friend's to read them immediately.
7. The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys by Chris Fuhrman
One of my all time favourite books, this novel deals with a gang of 13 year olds' last hurrah before they're all shipped off to different high schools. It's set during the 1970s and deals with some pretty tricky and risqué issues like death, sex and incest. The earnestness of the novel absolutely captured my heart as a 12 year old and now, 12 years later I still read it at least once a year and laugh and cry at the same places.
8. His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman
Unlike the other books on this list, I didn't read this series until my first or second year of high school. A friend recommended it and then, by coincidence, I received the first book for my birthday shortly afterwards. While I'm sure much of the religious allegory passed over my head, I absolutely loved the story and the complexity that abounded the narrative. Plus, how awesome would it be to have a daemon that can turn into any animal it wants (for awhile anyway)?!
9. Enid Blyton
As a wee little one my mum used to read to me from a collection of Blyton books she had which included things like The Wishing Chair Again, The Magic Faraway Tree, The Famous Five and The Enchanted Forest. I especially loved The Magic Faraway Tree, I always loved Moonface and the idea of the top of the tree being a new world each time they visit. They also seemed to always be eating the most amazing food, treacle tarts and cream pies. I used to think this was what life was like for everyone in England, I was most envious.
10. Fairy-tales
This isn't any one book in particular, but fairy-tales in general. I had a couple of beautiful books of fairy-tales (which I've had mum store away for the day I have kids of my own) which told the traditional versions of the Disney fairytales and some others which were never turned into Disney movies, but were equally amazing. I also had a book (I wish I could remember it's name) which told a traditional fairy/pixie/elf tale from a variety of countries. Thanks to that book I was introduced to the magical creatures of Ireland, Norway, England, Denmark, Russia and many, many other countries. I think, perhaps more than any other book/series on this list, this early introduction to fantasy and creativity was a huge influence for not only my reading preferences, but my outlook of life and general attitude.
This week: Top 10 childhood favourites, or, take a look how many series I read as a kid!
1. Harry Potter by J.K Rowling
I'm pretty sure this will be on everyone's list this week, so I doubt I need to expand. I mean...Harry Potter! It's simply the greatest YA ever written!
2. Roald Dahl
I really couldn't pick just one. As a kid I used to read all his books continuously, but the ones on constant rotation were The Twits, James and the Giant Peach, George's Marvelous Medicine, The Witches and The Magic Finger (which was this fantastic 1970s edition handed down by my mum). They were such charming books that bewitched my mind and set my imagination racing.
3. The Hobbit by J.R. R Tolkien
I didn't pick up LOTR until the first film came out because my mum scared me with her description of Gollum (he'd terrified her as a child) but I absolutely adored The Hobbit as a kid. It was my first foray into fantasy and classic literature and I think it made a great introductory text!
4.The Baby-Sitter's Club by Ann. M. Martin
I'm pretty sure I read every single one of these when I was a kid. I always wished I could be as fashionable as Stacy, as creative as Claudia, as free spirited as Damn and as sweet as Mary-Anne. I never really liked Kirsty, she was too brash and abrasive for my tastes, but I did always want to start a business of Baby-Sitters with a group of best friends like them.
5. Goosebumps by R.L. Stine
This was the other mass-produced series that I loved. I actually joined a Goosebumps club which sent out three books, a pack of stickers and some other related toy once a month. I only stopped reading these creepy tales when I found R.L Stine's Fear Street and Christopher Pike's books, which were a little better suited for my 13 year old desire for horror.
6. The Chrestomanci Series by Diana Wynne Jones
An absolutely amazing fantasy series that involves parallel world, men with multiple lives, dream walks, magic, dragons, mermaids etc etc. I received The Lives of Christopher Chant for a birthday present and immediately fell in love with the book's creativity and fun and rushed out to read all the rest in the series and convince all my friend's to read them immediately.
7. The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys by Chris Fuhrman
One of my all time favourite books, this novel deals with a gang of 13 year olds' last hurrah before they're all shipped off to different high schools. It's set during the 1970s and deals with some pretty tricky and risqué issues like death, sex and incest. The earnestness of the novel absolutely captured my heart as a 12 year old and now, 12 years later I still read it at least once a year and laugh and cry at the same places.
8. His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman
Unlike the other books on this list, I didn't read this series until my first or second year of high school. A friend recommended it and then, by coincidence, I received the first book for my birthday shortly afterwards. While I'm sure much of the religious allegory passed over my head, I absolutely loved the story and the complexity that abounded the narrative. Plus, how awesome would it be to have a daemon that can turn into any animal it wants (for awhile anyway)?!
9. Enid Blyton
As a wee little one my mum used to read to me from a collection of Blyton books she had which included things like The Wishing Chair Again, The Magic Faraway Tree, The Famous Five and The Enchanted Forest. I especially loved The Magic Faraway Tree, I always loved Moonface and the idea of the top of the tree being a new world each time they visit. They also seemed to always be eating the most amazing food, treacle tarts and cream pies. I used to think this was what life was like for everyone in England, I was most envious.
10. Fairy-tales
This isn't any one book in particular, but fairy-tales in general. I had a couple of beautiful books of fairy-tales (which I've had mum store away for the day I have kids of my own) which told the traditional versions of the Disney fairytales and some others which were never turned into Disney movies, but were equally amazing. I also had a book (I wish I could remember it's name) which told a traditional fairy/pixie/elf tale from a variety of countries. Thanks to that book I was introduced to the magical creatures of Ireland, Norway, England, Denmark, Russia and many, many other countries. I think, perhaps more than any other book/series on this list, this early introduction to fantasy and creativity was a huge influence for not only my reading preferences, but my outlook of life and general attitude.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Monday Links
*OK, I'm really, really impressed with this tool for readers and writers. It's called a literature map and when you type in the name of an author you love it'll load a huge amount of authors who are similar in style, or who are often enjoyed by people who like your author too. There is a little more complexity to how it positions them on the map, but you can read all about that here.
*Can you spare a little bit of time? Here's an article that provides you with a brief history of time travel literature. An interesting read, to be sure.
*Anne Rice tales about the vampires and werewolves in series like True Blood and Twilight. I've never read Anne Rice (though I've seen a few of the film adaptations) but this article made me think perhaps I should give her a go.
*Tom wrote an opinion piece on our horror blog about the impact Twilight is having on traditional horror fans. I may be biased, but I do think it's a great article and worth a few minutes of your time.
*Sydney Writer's Centre are marvellous at creating little how-to guides or e-courses to help out authors. Follow them on twitter to hear about their courses, tips and hints.
*Can you spare a little bit of time? Here's an article that provides you with a brief history of time travel literature. An interesting read, to be sure.
*Anne Rice tales about the vampires and werewolves in series like True Blood and Twilight. I've never read Anne Rice (though I've seen a few of the film adaptations) but this article made me think perhaps I should give her a go.
*Tom wrote an opinion piece on our horror blog about the impact Twilight is having on traditional horror fans. I may be biased, but I do think it's a great article and worth a few minutes of your time.
*Sydney Writer's Centre are marvellous at creating little how-to guides or e-courses to help out authors. Follow them on twitter to hear about their courses, tips and hints.
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Saturday, December 3, 2011
Review: Pyongyang by Guy Delisle
Pyongyang: A journey in North Korea (graphic novel)
by Guy Delisle
Published: 2002
Synopsis:Famously referred to as one of the "Axis of Evil" countries, North Korea remains one of the most secretive and mysterious nations in the world today. In early 2001 cartoonist Guy Delisle became one of the few Westerners to be allowed access to the fortresslike country. While living in the nation's capital for two months on a work visa for a French film animation company, Delisle observed what he was allowed to see of the culture and lives of the few North Koreans he encountered; his findings form the basis of this remarkable graphic novel. Pyongyang is an informative, personal, and accessible look at a dangerous and enigmatic country.
Whenever I read a news article, journal piece or book about life somewhere like North Korea, all my complaints about Australia fade away. I end up feeling ashamed for my "first world problems," and thanking my lucky stars that I live in a country where I can rail against authority, and challenge the government and question what the media tries to shove down my throat. It really is true that you never realise how lucky you have it until you see how the "other half" live. This graphic novel once again made me cringe at my pathetic concerns, but it did so in a unique and interesting way.
The graphic novel covers the two months that cartoonist Guy Delisle spent working in North Korea. We're all aware that N.K. isn't exactly a happy-go-lucky country that showers it's inhabitants with sugar and rainbows. While this graphic novel doesn't shy from revealing the extent of the propaganda machine and extreme nanny-state, it approaches it from a personal perspective and therefore we see the aspects that specifically effected his stay in N.K. Probably most present in the novel is the extreme boredom that he suffers as a result of there being literally nothing to do there that doesn't involve being followed by a guide and a translator and paying respect to the "great" leaders. Almost everything is off limits to foreigners, even, as he remarks towards the end of the book, the photocopying room on level 2. But that doesn't even come close to the restrictions placed upon the actual inhabitants of N.K, at least the foreigners are given extensive food rations and a casino for their enjoyment.
The tone of the book is rather dry and sarcastic and more reactionary and sardonic than I expected. Because this is his personal diary of sorts, what we experience is his growing frustration and exasperation of being stuck in this country when there is a whole world going on nearby that he can't touch. Much of the interaction with actual Koreans further demonstrates these emotions, because even as he arcs up and tries to rebel against their strict rules, or throws them harsh questions about "believing all the bullshit being pushed down their throats," they react in a surprised or naively cheerful manner that further exasperates him. It is much more of a personal account of a foreigners experience in N.K rather than a descriptive tale of life within the walled country, so readers should be aware that is what they're going to be reading. But personally I think this was a more successful way of telling the story because it's what we (or at least I) can relate to, life in a world completely different to my own, that I'm unlikely to be able to come completely to grips with. That being said, it does make some very pointed remarks on the way N.K is ruled and provides some insight into the methods used to brainwash the Koreans from a very early age.
The art is very simplistic. Black and white with little extraneous detail. Simple though it may be, I find it perfectly matched not only to dark point of view of Guy, but to the country and the propaganda efforts of the government as well. In many ways the methods used upon the Koreans are very simplistic in design, they're told that everything in N.K is the fault of the Americans (and anyone pro-America) and that their leaders are responsible for the little success there is in N.K. The fact that they can have a handful of rice a day is thanks to the "honourable leader" fighting back against the Americans who don't want a unified Korea and try to hurt N.Koreans at every turn. It's a uncomplicated method that seems extremely effective, at least regarding anyone Guy met upon his "travels".
It's a quick and unchallenging read, but a really interesting peek into a world we rarely glimpse. If you're wanting a more in-depth guide to life and politics in North Korea then this really isn't your book. But if you're interested in seeing how life exists there, especially regarding interaction between foreigners and Koreans, and you're more interested in a personal account then I think perhaps this is the book for you. Guy Delisle isn't a biographer or journalist or researcher, he's a cartoonist who spent two months in North Korea. This is his story as only he can tell it. Worth a read.
by Guy Delisle
Published: 2002
Synopsis:Famously referred to as one of the "Axis of Evil" countries, North Korea remains one of the most secretive and mysterious nations in the world today. In early 2001 cartoonist Guy Delisle became one of the few Westerners to be allowed access to the fortresslike country. While living in the nation's capital for two months on a work visa for a French film animation company, Delisle observed what he was allowed to see of the culture and lives of the few North Koreans he encountered; his findings form the basis of this remarkable graphic novel. Pyongyang is an informative, personal, and accessible look at a dangerous and enigmatic country.
Whenever I read a news article, journal piece or book about life somewhere like North Korea, all my complaints about Australia fade away. I end up feeling ashamed for my "first world problems," and thanking my lucky stars that I live in a country where I can rail against authority, and challenge the government and question what the media tries to shove down my throat. It really is true that you never realise how lucky you have it until you see how the "other half" live. This graphic novel once again made me cringe at my pathetic concerns, but it did so in a unique and interesting way.
The graphic novel covers the two months that cartoonist Guy Delisle spent working in North Korea. We're all aware that N.K. isn't exactly a happy-go-lucky country that showers it's inhabitants with sugar and rainbows. While this graphic novel doesn't shy from revealing the extent of the propaganda machine and extreme nanny-state, it approaches it from a personal perspective and therefore we see the aspects that specifically effected his stay in N.K. Probably most present in the novel is the extreme boredom that he suffers as a result of there being literally nothing to do there that doesn't involve being followed by a guide and a translator and paying respect to the "great" leaders. Almost everything is off limits to foreigners, even, as he remarks towards the end of the book, the photocopying room on level 2. But that doesn't even come close to the restrictions placed upon the actual inhabitants of N.K, at least the foreigners are given extensive food rations and a casino for their enjoyment.
The tone of the book is rather dry and sarcastic and more reactionary and sardonic than I expected. Because this is his personal diary of sorts, what we experience is his growing frustration and exasperation of being stuck in this country when there is a whole world going on nearby that he can't touch. Much of the interaction with actual Koreans further demonstrates these emotions, because even as he arcs up and tries to rebel against their strict rules, or throws them harsh questions about "believing all the bullshit being pushed down their throats," they react in a surprised or naively cheerful manner that further exasperates him. It is much more of a personal account of a foreigners experience in N.K rather than a descriptive tale of life within the walled country, so readers should be aware that is what they're going to be reading. But personally I think this was a more successful way of telling the story because it's what we (or at least I) can relate to, life in a world completely different to my own, that I'm unlikely to be able to come completely to grips with. That being said, it does make some very pointed remarks on the way N.K is ruled and provides some insight into the methods used to brainwash the Koreans from a very early age.
The art is very simplistic. Black and white with little extraneous detail. Simple though it may be, I find it perfectly matched not only to dark point of view of Guy, but to the country and the propaganda efforts of the government as well. In many ways the methods used upon the Koreans are very simplistic in design, they're told that everything in N.K is the fault of the Americans (and anyone pro-America) and that their leaders are responsible for the little success there is in N.K. The fact that they can have a handful of rice a day is thanks to the "honourable leader" fighting back against the Americans who don't want a unified Korea and try to hurt N.Koreans at every turn. It's a uncomplicated method that seems extremely effective, at least regarding anyone Guy met upon his "travels".
It's a quick and unchallenging read, but a really interesting peek into a world we rarely glimpse. If you're wanting a more in-depth guide to life and politics in North Korea then this really isn't your book. But if you're interested in seeing how life exists there, especially regarding interaction between foreigners and Koreans, and you're more interested in a personal account then I think perhaps this is the book for you. Guy Delisle isn't a biographer or journalist or researcher, he's a cartoonist who spent two months in North Korea. This is his story as only he can tell it. Worth a read.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Fanart Friday: The Doctors Who
I've discussed my personal favourite doctors, but really, like Harry Potter books, how can I truly pick one over another? They're all so charming and intellectual and complex and witty. They all have their own unique humour that is unlike anything on any other TV show. Next year marks 50 years since the series began. 50 years! Sure there have been gaps during that time, but it's still impressive. So in honour of the lengthy line of gents who have played the grandiose role of extra-terrestrial doctor, here are some ridiculously good artistic renderings of them. Make sure to click through the links, these pictures are only the tip of the iceberg in a myriad selection of gorgeous artwork.
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| The New Doctors by Osmosis8 |
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| Doctor Hoo by Pu-Sama |
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| The Penultimate Supper by Raisegrate |
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| Ten and Eleven by Angela-T |
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| The Doctor With Eleven Faces by Myku |
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