Book Review: The Passenger by Cormac McCarthy

Ultimately to be viewed as a lesser work by one of America’s greatest authors The Passenger still stands light years ahead of most works of fiction.

The Passenger carries all of the usual quirks of a McCarthy novel—the lack of punctuation, lack of separation between speakers, a use of vocabulary that is stunning in its depth and breadth, deeply philosophical discussions regarding our place in the universe, and so on. Its all here for McCarthy fans who are unlikely to be disappointed in anything he produces.

Count me among McCarthy fans and The Passenger will be a work that stays with me for a long time as well as will be referring back to and rereading. It is not a complete work though. Having worked on The Passenger on and off since the 1970s I would have expected a more fully formed set of characters and coherent narrative. Instead the work is largely a channel through which McCarthy is able to discuss topics he is interested in since his residence at the Santa Fe Institute and his long term interest in the hard sciences of physics and advanced mathematics.

The primary character in Bobby Western may be a salvage diver, a former race car driver, and son of Manhattan Project scientist but he’s really a shell of McCarthy’s personal interests in the hard sciences while all activity that swirls around Western in the course of the novel does not serve in moving a narrative forward, it merely services as random encounters that allow for exposition on the physics topics McCarthy wants to discuss and what these topics mean for how we view our (and really how McCarthy views) existence.

All of which can be very interesting (and it is), can scramble your brain in terms of implications (it does), and create beautiful turns of phrase on par with any crafter of the written word ever. What it doesn’t do is create a true story like McCarthy’s other works. There is no question as to the “story” that lies at the heart of works like Blood Meridian or any of the Border Trilogy works. There are core characters that have a life you can touch and feel…you know their place in the world and how they interact with it. Here, Bobby Western is a passive creation upon which events occur rather than one who drives the action or events. Its a very different creation than the father in The Road, John Grady Cole from All the Pretty Horses, or Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men. And overall it is less satisfying—just not less interesting, mind altering, or likely to drive a review of how you see the world. McCarthy’s best works do this within a narrative and characters that the reader finds value in and long term attachment to and this one doesn’t get there alongside his Tier 1 works.

Nissan Based Classic Dakar Entries...

Lets face it…Nissan has always been an “also ran” in the Dakar…coming close a few times but never taking the top spot in the world’s best endurance race. That said…with the opening of the Dakar Classic category the last few years it has brought out some cool vehicles from mothballs and I like to track them and see pictures of them. So here with the official release of the Dakar ‘23 entry lists we can see what we have for this edition. They’ll be up against the usual range of Mitsubishi Pajeros, Landcruisers, Fiat Pandas, Rothsport Porsches, etc. but are represented in surprisingly good numbers with many coming from the Italian firm of Tecnosport who is sending a whole range of Nissans over for the Dakar Classic as you can see in the car hauler picture at the bottom…So without further delay, here are your Nissan based Dakar Classic entries for 2023 and a few photos of the vehicles.

  • Team # 722 Nissan Pathfinder Valentina Casella

  • Team #729 Nissan Patrol GR Y61 Gian Paolo Tobia Cavagna

  • Team #748 Nissan Patrol K260 Luis Pedrals Marot

  • Team #749 Nissan Patrol GR Y60 Radek Vavra

  • Team #750 Nissan Terrano (Pathfinder) Urbano Alfonso Gherardo Clerici

  • Team #754 Nissan Terrano (Pathfinder) Francisco Javier Benavente

  • Team #757 Nissan Patrol Y60 Jean-Christophe Moine

  • Team #767 Nissan Terrano 2 (Pathfinder) Dutschler Gian Enrico

  • Team #773 Nissan Patrol 260 Asier Duarte Rodriguez

  • Team #790 Nissan Terrano 2 (Pathfinder) Garosci Riccardo

  • Team #792 Nissan Terrano (Pathfinder) Lorenzo Piolini

  • Team #796 Nissan Terrano (Pathfinder)

  • Team #806 Nissan Terrano (Pathfinder) Peter Schey

Book Review: The Quiet American by Graham Greene

This was a huge treat. After slogging through The Secret Agent by Conrad this was an amazing read along the same line of topic.

Instead of a secret Russia agent in late 1800s London, we have a CIA operative in 1950’s Vietnam. Other than those similarities, there is little comparison. While Conrad and the Agent are slow moving to the point of boredom and the language therein is overly filled with adjectives and extraneous descriptions, Greene and American are clear and concise. Greene realizes that there is much value in what is unsaid as there is what is said.

American is built as a triangle between a Vietnamese woman who is looking for the best benefactor possible, the aforementioned American CIA operative, and a crusty British journalist. The characters make for obvious allegories between the third world, old world imperialism, and new world American hegemony. Greene has his clear biases in portraying the American as an ignorant, blundering—even if well meaning—force that is book read but reality blind. Americans crashing about, causing unplanned damage through the unintended but foreseeable consequences of their actions is a recurring theme throughout the second half of the 20th century but seeing it called out so clearly in the mid 1950’s is stunning. Greene is an incredible observer of international politics and national character. I don’t necessarily agree with the conclusions he comes to through his proxy-character of the English reporter (who is given his own faults—adulterer, coward, drug addict) but damn if he isn’t good at his observations.

Seeing forecasts of the coming Vietnam war through this work (that Greene did not know but certainly guessed at) is brilliant while his portrayal of the use of a third force and insurgent campaigns carries parallels to major US conflicts to come including Afghanistan and Iraq and hearing critiques made regarding mistakes made 70 years ago that still haven’t been learned means this should be required reading for any individual interested in military conflict and the repercussions of seemingly well meaning actions of major world powers monkeying around in locales where they haven’t been welcomed. Just a wicked tourdeforce in this book. Couldn’t place this book higher in my pantheon of readable, enjoyable, brilliantly crafted written works.

Mildly Interesting...

So here is a small item that I had to install after my original build on the old rally truck. A map light from Hella. The number of night stages in rally these days are fairly minimal at this point but its still nice to have a direct light on your page notes and directions when you need it without having to breakout and hold a wobbly flashlight. It comes with a red lens as well so as not to ruin nightvison—which I definitely need at this point given how bad my old man eyes are going. It will attach to the ceiling and bend down on its flexible line to wherever the co-driver needs it and is hard wired into the vehicle. Just another widget to move the project forward. A few more weeks before the car heads off for its build to put all these parts to work together…

Music Review: The Car by the Arctic Monkeys

Given this is the first music review I’ve put on here should let you know how strong I feel about this one. Music is even more intensely “personal” than film and narrative and my likes and dislikes are generally so niche that I don’t feel like addressing them with anyone.

This though? Felt strongly enough to put it down. For the first time in my life I have actually bought a musical issuance and deleted it. Thing is, i like the Arctic Monkeys…or “liked” as it were. They were kinda garage rock like when they first came out a decade and a half ago. Their music was raw, clean, aggressive, fun, British…very different than whatever rock was being played at that point in time. They were brash enough to carry real rock swagger with a touch of “dangerousness” to it. They were loud and didn’t particularly care if they were liked or no. A bit of Oasis, a bit of the Stones with a AC/DC.

So it was I went to purchase this album. Wow…written by the Monkeys’ “leader” Alex Turner the work is utterly and entirely garbage. Of course the “critics” loved it…old white guys left in print media are an unsurprisingly fawning audience as they refuse to be critical of any of their favorite idols…and certainly the Monkeys were once a favorite of those same journalistic hacks. Cited similarities to this work include those by Burt Bacharach. That’s not far off…you want boring elevator music to be lobotomized by? This is it. There is a real drum line or guitar work to be found here. Its snoreworthy crooning with repeating beats and rhythms. Its almost impossible to tell one song from another. You want to be a jazzy, old school, singer? Great…be Sinatra. This is what happens when a lead singer becomes so self involved he has no idea what got him where he is and thinks he provides value in self indulgent noodling. Just another example of the death of anything resembling rock in popular music.

Book Review: The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad

Now there is a disappointment.

Conrad is one of those authors you are supposed to read and adore. He’s also right up my alley with works on international intrigue, world exploration, and the like. I’d dipped into Heart of Darkness n the past and never finished it when younger.

Here it was recommended to read The Secret Agent as a work covering late 19th century London full of anarchists, socialists, scheming Russians, terrorist plots, and so on. All of which makes it very relevant to our current world. The work also had been turned into a film in 1942 by Alfred Hitchcock that I had watched recently and GREATLY enjoyed, retitled as Sabotage and contains some much improved plot elements as well as reduced cast of characters. .

Unfortunately, this is the rare case where the film is much better than the written word. While Hitchcock’s work is tight and focused and moves with purpose (not shocking given the director) Conrad’s work is intensely wordy and drags for 300+ pages. Conrad writes as if he is paid by the word and brevity is not a skill of his shown here. Characters are introduced and dropped without resolution (see the Chief Inspector as an example) and overall concluding actions are immensely dissatisfying.

Now. the book isn’t without merit. There are a number of one liners here describing the hypocrisy of communism/socialism and its adherents as well as their anarchist supporters are fantastic and appropriately scathing. There is not a member of London’s counter culture that comes out looking well—depraved, basic, ignorant and nihilistic are the common depictions and Conrad pull no punches or uses any “greys” in his coloring.

Its unfortunate then that you can flip the book open to any page and find a sentence like this “The walls of the houses were wet, the mud of the roadway glistened with an effect of phosphorescence, and when he emerged into the Strand out of a narrow street by the side of Charing Cross Station the genius of the locality assimilated him". Its just…too….much….A reader loses the thread about 20 syllables into the sentence and you forget where you even started the thought. So much more could be accomplished with so less.

Hitchcock knew this. Go watch the film. Ignore the book.

Book Review: Rogue Moon by Algis Budrys

This short sci-fi novel was a bit of a surprise. I didn’t know the author or anything about it coming in. The work did see nominations for awards in its genre when published in 1961 and has been included in whatever is the “Science Fiction Hall of Fame” collections but I was not familiar with it.

That said, what a fantastic little piece of writing. Its really only “sci-fi” in the sense that some of the story takes place on the moon and there is essentially a “matter transmitter” device at the heart of the action, facilitating the core focus of the work.

Its far more a discussion of what makes humans, human. What is the nature of our consciousness? What makes someone, “them”, and not someone else? What are we driven by? A fear of death? A need for power? The need to be desirable? What is it that we leave behind when we are gone?

These large existential questions are the core of what Budrys is getting after in placing his central characters tasked with handling the idea of human doppelgangers destined to die over and over again in search of answers surrounding an unknown object on the moon. The fact that this object is never detailed or resolved in any manner by the end of the book tells you all you need to know about where the true nature of the book lies. Its far more interested in exploring inside ourselves and trying to resolve much bigger questions than just another alien artifact.

Its a great piece and well worth your time. If you are looking for answers on what comes after death, what the nature of our existence is…Rogue Moon won’t provide you any answers…but it will get you asking the right questions.

Interesting...

Oooo…now here is a set of parts that may not be easily recognizable…

These are bushings and supports for the vehicle’s drivetrain. A known weakpoint for this vehicle we are upgrading it to start to hopefully eliminate some early teething problems. There will undoubtedly be issues but at least we are trying to get ahead of some of them. In truth I have a feeling I’m going to drive this vehicle pretty gingerly compared to my prior rally truck which was just a point and go setup without care for rocks, dips, ruts or pretty much anything else. This won’t be that…hopefully we can hold it together by upgrading certain key areas…This being one of them.

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Here we have a “cool” item I’ve always wanted and didn’t have on my old rally vehicle…a quick disconnect steering wheel attachment! In the old truck it wasn’t really necessary and my steering wheel was hard connected but didn’t interfere with getting in and out of the vehicle given there was so much room in the truck. I always wanted to be one of the cool kids in taking my steering wheel off and placing it on the dash and now I get to do that! Also needed an adapter which is pictured here as well. Can’t remember if there are more items in the mail but we’ll see!

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So another part in today…and honestly…there are a ton more that are coming in during the next week but most of them are going direct to the builder’s location so I don’t have to bring them with me when I drop the vehicle off for its cage and build.

This here is just a high flow fuel pump (who would have guessed) that is standard for this build so that we know that there is a brand new one in there since there will be an anti-starvation device going in as well. Might as well make sure its all new on such a key and cheap item…Never had a starvation problem in my prior vehicle whether it was with the stock fuel system or the fuel cell…but if this is what it needs, then this is what it needs…

Book Review: Cycle of Fire by Hal Clement

This was a similar read to the previously reviewed “Total Eclipse” in that it really belongs as a short story or novella than a full work.

The story revolves almost exclusively around two individuals, one human, one an alien, who are “shipwrecked” on part of a planet from where they need to return to a safer location. They go through the typical marooned issues—food, distance, environment, communication, and so on. Eventually they encounter a full civilization of other “aliens” with which they interact and need to figure out as well as these other “aliens” overseers.

It all reads as a very Star Trekky endeavor and like “Total Eclipse” there is a global mystery that must be worked out. Its all pretty rudimentary and neither the plot nor writing are particularly complex. As a work for teens it may spark some thinking and interest. As a work for adults its a bit of a slog to get through as you keep waiting for something to actually happen or some revelation of interest to appear. Its back cover of course compares it to Robinson Crusoe but it carries none of the depth of description nor weight of loss of hope. This is a fairly lesser work of 70’s SciFi and can be passed by without loss.