Archive for juni, 2012

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Introductory passage

It was on Sunday, the 24th of May, 1863, that my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, came rushing suddenly to his little house in the old part of Hamburg, No. 19, Königstrasse.

Our good Martha could not but think she was very much behindhand with the dinner, for the pot was scarcely beginning to simmer, and I said to myself:

”Now, then, we’ll have a fine outcry if my uncle is hungry, for he is the most impatient of mortals.”

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This was my first read by Jules Verne – someone I’ve been meaning to read for quite a few years but never really got around to. A journey to the center of the earth is a story of Axel and his uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, as they stumble upon a piece of paper that takes them on a breathtaking story under the earths’ crust.

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I found Jules’ way of writing sometimes dry, especially when it comes to describing the mineralogy and other scientific areas. At the same time, it is rejuvinating to see that Jules Verne was one of the very first Science Fiction writers, and thus started a whole new genre of books – combining novels with science. To sum it up I liked very much the first half of the book… but then it felt like he cramped too much into too little space, one didn’t really have time to breath and process one event before the next… which in the end, made my impression less than it might have been.

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One thing, that you can’t deny, is with what enthusiasm he writes – and also puts into his protagnist Axel – who is also the storyteller:

”How well I knew all these bits of mineralogical science! How many times, instead of enjoying the company of boys my own age, had I enjoyed dusting these graphites, anthracites, coals, lignites, and peats! And the bitumens, resins, organic salts that needed to be protected from the least atom of dust! And these metals, from iron to gold, whose current value disappeared in the absolute equality of scientific specimens! And all these stones ,enough to rebuild the house in Königstrasse, even with a handsome addional room, which would have suited me admirably!”

This, passage, to me, says a lot of my perception of early writers of novels and science both. The era where people were multi-knowledgeable in many different areas, and not just single-focused like many of us today.


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Notable passages

  • Armed with his hammer, his steel pointer, his magnetic needles, his blowpipe, and his bottle of nitric acid, he was a very powerful man.
  • But that man was unable to wait, and nature herself was too slow for him.
  • Was I to believe him in earnest in his intention to penetrate to the center of this massive globe? Had I been listening to the mad speculations of a lunatic, or to the scientific conclusions of a great genius? In all this, were did truth stop? Where did error begin?
  • Ah! women, girls, how incomprehensible are your feminine hearts!
  • ”Science, my boy, is built on errors, but errors which it’s good to commit because they gradually lead to the truth.”

Awaiting releases of 2012

This year, 2012, have several new releases that I’m keeping a close eye on! It all began last year, really, when I picked up three books that were all amazing and I loved all three of them. The authors that brought this upon me (and possibly several others) are Deborah Harkness, Ken Follett, and Justin Cronin.

Shadow Of Night – by Deborah Harkness

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The Twelve – by Justin Cronin

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Winter of the World – Ken Follett


I have been in England on assignment now for nearly two months and we are closing in on the big date to start up the plant I’m working on. Deadlines are never approached with a sense of calm, or at least very rarely, so as you might guess… my oppertunities to read are at the moment very limited.

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My fiance is here this week on visit though, and as we walked along Chester we stumbled in to Waterstones, a bookstore with that special character (!) I picked up the most unlikely book: The Oxford Book of War Poetry. Not that I never read poetry before, but I have never owned a book of poetry, until now.

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I feel it being a good complement for me right now. As poems are a fair amount shorter than novels, but not at all the less interesting. Just this weekend I fell into a poem written anonymously around the 12th century called The Lament of Maev Leith-Dherg. It tells of an Irish king and  his triumphs in life and, supposedly, his last battle. After reading it, I felt I needed to look up further about the poems’ hero.

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Raise the Cromlech high!
MacMoghcorb is slain,
And other men’s renown
Has leave to live again.

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Cold at last he lies
Neath the burial-stone;
All the blood he shed
Could not save his own.

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Stately-strong he went,
Through his nobles all
When we paced together
Up the banquet-hall.

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Dazzling white as lime
Was his body fair,
Cherry-red his cheeks,
Raven-black his hair.

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Razor-sharp his spear,
And the shield he bore,
High as a champion’s head-
His arm was like an oar.

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Never aught but truth
Spake my noble king;
Valour all his trust
In all his warfaring.

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As the forked pole
Holds the roof-tree’s weight,
So my hero’s arm
Held the battle straight.

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Terror went before him
Death behind his back;
Well the wolves of Erinn
Knew his chariot’s track.

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Seven bloody battles
He broke upon his foes;
In each a hundred heroes
Fell beneath his blows.

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Once he fought at Fossud
Thrice at Ath-finn-Fail
‘Twas my king that conquered
At bloody Ath-an-scail.

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At the boundary Stream
Fought the Royal Hound,
And for Bernas battle
Stands his name renowned.

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Here he fought with Leinster-
Last of all his frays-
On the Hill of Cucorb’s Fate
High his Cromlech raise.

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The poem features in the renowned Book of Leinster, one of the most influential pieces of Irish literature. This made me think twice about one of the interpretations I found on the web, saying that the last piece suggests the king MacMoghCorb was fighting against Leinster… but the poem really says with Leinster. Searching around on various ancestry sites I fell upon this name: Cu Corb Mac Mogh Corb, King of Leinster. And to me it all fits in place, taking into account the first and last stanzas:

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”MacMoghCorb is slain…”

”On the Hill of CuCorb’s Fate…”

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How wonderful it is, the feeling one gets, to unravel a piece of history.

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