This is the first interpretive history of Central America by a Central American historian to be published in English. Anyone with an interest in current events in the region will find here an insightful and well-written guide to the history of its five national states – Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica. Traces of a common past invite us to make generalizations about the region, even to posit the idea of a Central American nation. But, asHector Perez-Brignoli shows us, we can learn more from a comparative approach that establishes both the points of convergence and the separate paths taken by the five different countries of Central America.
Sometimes it seems that the countries that make up the Mesoamerican region are presented as just that, a homogenous zone that just happens to have borders. The complexity of the area is compelling and laid out in a detailed and sprawling summary.
This, the first native overview to be published in English aims to explore the histories, views and motivations of the various peoples, it’s a history from the 16th century all the way through to nineteen eighty-seven. Despite being written by a local, the work is detached from any emotional analysis and has led me to take an interest in the present condition of these countries.
The historical account is a comprehensive loss of pre-columbian culture, countries pillaged and subjugated, then rendered weak by Spanish leaving. The – sadly – expected tales of repression, class inequality, coups, general chaos, corruption, and foreign powers meddling for their own good are all seen here as expected. Continue reading “A Brief History of Central America – Hector Perez-Brignoli”
In No One Left to Lie To, Christopher Hitchens portrays President Bill Clinton as one of the most ideologically skewed and morally negligent politicians of recent times. In a blistering polemic which shows that Clinton was at once philanderer and philistine, crooked and corrupt, Hitchens challenges perceptions – of liberals and conservatives alike – of this highly divisive figure.
With blistering wit and meticulous documentation, Hitchens masterfully deconstructs Clinton’s abject propensity for pandering to the Left while delivering to the Right and argues that the president’s personal transgressions were inseparable from his political corruption.
With his usual concise and devastating literary style, Hitch was not a man to hold back when he came across hypocrisy and lies. Rooting out the shameful nature of Bill Clinton’s presidency, he is angry, and rightfully so. As with his book, The Trial of Henry Kissinger, such a work should surely call for a law suit or three were the claims wholly inaccurate, tellingly, none there came.
Books like this are essential, not only to shine a light on the dizzyingly shameful complicity of the press, but also to give examples of what good journalism actually is; Reporting accurately and consistently, with research and sources, and exposing the dissembling and corrupt.
Bill’s career highlights are all here, including the numerous sexual assaults on women, the launching of bombing missions to coincide with congressional hearings and therefore divert the media’s attention, the dismantling of welfare, and his propensity to about-face on any promise he gave. It is surprising, but not shocking to discover just degenerate the politics here is. Continue reading “No One Left to Lie To – Christopher Hitchens”
It’s Monday and catching up on the YouTube I follow after a few day’s absence was predictably depressing. There was a ‘woke’ BBC sketch (this is the BBC that has admitted it would never commission something like Monty Python these days) that has been doing the rounds recently which was mildly amusing – at best – but (and although I don’t always agree with him) this Jonathan Pie tirade really gets the message across in a much more forceful way.
It’s a much-needed rant and I believe he speaks for many sane people on the subject, just with more expletives. We only get one life, we should concentrate on saving the culture as well as the physical planet. It would be great to hold all these virtue signallers to account and mock them mercilessly – as nobody has the right not to be offended – but if you notice, more and more websites are disabling or deleting comments that echo Mr Pie’s…funny that.
There is no blurb for this one, partly because this copy didn’t come with one – just excerpts from newspaper reviews – and partly because it needs no blurb. The book speaks for itself and with Alexievich’s Nobel Prize in Literature award, it means it will thankfully never be forgotten.
After a short historical background on the explosion of reactor no. 4 (whose radioactive particles reached as far as China and Africa), the reader is introduced to A lone human voice. This truly shocking and saddening account sets the scene for this outstanding and powerful chronicle of eyewitness recollections from those that were involved with the Chernobyl catastrophe.
Often forgotten in the face of overwhelming statistics are the real human lives who have suffered, those forgotten get a voice here. The cost is not just in lives lost but dreams and hopes shattered, health ruined and families torn apart. This book focuses on the Belarusians who bore the brunt of the disaster and of those who helped try to contain it and the risks they took.
The beauty of this series of monologues is that Alexievich didn’t ask questions, instead she did the one thing that the people had been wanting for years, she listened. Apart from an essay of her own the author merely adds only the briefest additions to the text such as ‘he looks pensive’, ‘she cries’ and so on.
This allows the people to talk about whatever they need to and follow the direction of their thoughts and there is a surprising amount of philosophical views that come out. Especially as many still don’t accept the subtle devastation that hit their lands and destroyed them, who were then shunned by an uneducated public. What shines through is that they loved their land and animals, most of those living there knew little else and the passion for their lost place is ever present.
Continue reading “Chernobyl Prayer – Svetlana Alexievich”
Day and post three of poetry week takes us all the way across the waters to Puerto Rico, unless you happen to be reading this from there, that is.
There’s no blurb for this one but whilst attempting to hunt one out on Amazon.com, I noticed that the one used paperback copy was going for $35 dollars. Not bad considering I got mine for $4 whilst using Letizia’s fun method of poetry buying – which can be found here – and seeing where the journey takes you.
Return to the Sea sets both Spanish and its English translation side by side on the page, which I find fascinating and although this is nothing unique in the world of poetry books my eyes were drawn over to the Spanish side frequently through curiosity many more time than my Rilke books ever have, perhaps because the language is easier on the eye and more familiar.
It is clear from the start that Rivera is fiercely strong in her patriotism and her writings are shot through with calls for independence and self determinism of the country she so clearly evokes with passion through the text. The love shines through in many way from reminiscences to the impassioned defence of her people.
There is fury at the legacy left by the US military, after testing chemical and nuclear weapons on the island of Vieques (nicknamed La Isla Nena, usually translated as Little Girl Island, which somehow makes it worse) left thousands with serious health issues including Cancer. Not only does Rivera demand justice but also exhibits a diligent need to cleanse the people and their land. Continue reading “Return to the Sea – Etnairis Rivera”
There were these four French guys in a bookstore…
…so I bought them all.
Not exactly poetry, although depending on your interpretation of that word in could be, it may also be a visual type of poetry too. The definition of poetry is not something I will be tackling this week as I attempt to post for the seven days straight on a theme of verse. Today though I shall start you with something developed from poetry which is also topical and go back far enough in politics and you’ll find the French connection there too (does contain swearing, if that sort of thing bothers you).