Worse Than Watergate
A book by John Dean,
a man who was at the centre of the Watergate scandal
Nixon once remarked how the whole Watergate scandal would never have occurred if only his men had not broken into the Democratic
Party headquarters to steal information, then got caught and confessed the whole thing, his entire staff hadn't also confessed,
there was no Senate inquiry and those two journalists hadn't written a book about the whole incident.
It is amazing at the transformation
that happens to people when they get into positions of power (I could use that quote about absolute power corrupting absolutely,
but that would be clichéd). Politicians seem to feel that little things like ‘the law’ and ‘ethics’
do not apply to them (just look at Howard – kiddies… overboard?). This meant President Nixon of the USA didn’t
see anything wrong with telling a bunch of guys to go break into his opposition’s head quarters and nick their campaign
strategy. Unfortunately this is illegal in so many interesting and varied ways.
Nowadays we catch politicians
doing ‘bad/illegal/immoral/contrary to all known humanitarian laws’ things all the time. We seem to be used to
it and it doesn’t seem to worry us all that much: ‘Yes there were no actual weapons of mass destruction. Yes it
is probably a bad thing to torture people. Look I’d love to stay and chat about it but I have Pilates at four…’.
But Watergate was really the
first time when a politician got caught – big time – doing something highly illegal. Back then people didn’t
just accept it as we do now. Everyone got very very upset. John Dean, the author of this book, went to jail. And that is probably
why he feels so upset: ‘Hey I covered up one little break in and I went to prison. The Bush administration gets to mindlessly
violate, torture, maim, cripple and kill – and no one gives a damn?’
So Dean decided to write a
book exposing just how hideous, corrupt, inept, etcetera the Bush administration actually is. Unfortunately we have all guessed
this minor detail by now so it isn’t going to make a very big splash.
File under: I have no recollection
of that incident.
Vernon God Little
By Dirty, but Clean
An ex con/drug addict writes
a cutting edge novel about an American high school massacre and the book wins the Booker Prize. It sounded fantastic: Then
I read it.
It is the Australian Pop Stars
version of J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye: On the surface it looked the same (translation: ripped off Salinger’s
style), but underneath it there was no bite. There is none of the talent that made Catcher a classic and, just like Pop Stars,
also very little entertainment value.
The main problem is the main
character and narrator Vernon. He is a totally undefined dweeb. Maybe this is an accurate reflection of your average American
high school student and therefore a cutting edge reflection on American society, but it makes for a very dull central character.
DBC tries to make up for the
hollow sucking void that is Vernon by making everyone around him as unpleasant as possible (perhaps yet another brilliant
comment on modern day America). However his ‘nicked from Salinger style’ trips him up. He hasn’t got the
literary talent to pull it off. After a while it just gets ‘let’s find the author and bash his head in with a
shovel’ irritating. Seeing the other characters through the eyes of Vernon ‘dweeb’ Little is like looking
through the bottom of a beer glass after twenty three pints – you don’t see much and what you get is a little
fuzzy around the edges and generally makes you want to go and have a nice lie down.
I was tempted to just put it
down around page 50 and subject you all to Doctor Who: The Novelisation of the Movie. But I dutifully ploughed through to
the end and, while the plot began to get exciting the characterization remained as one dimensional as ever and the prose made
me feel as if I was seeing the story through a kaleidoscope.
However don’t pay any
attention to me as every reviewer and his dog has loved this book – fantastic themes, wonderful perspectives, yada yada
File under: You know
when you have lost the TV remote and you spend half an hour looking for it. You manically turn the house up side down. You
eventually find it down the crack of the sofa and slump down exhausted. Then your partner walks in and you complain loudly
and bitterly that you have spent so long looking for the remote you have missed your programme. Your partner then rationally
and calmly asks why you didn’t just use the manual switch on the TV or perhaps read a book instead.
A film starring Sigourney
Weaver and some other people who all die horribly
It could be an interesting
cultural question as to why we get off watching lots of wonderful British actors getting eaten by a giant space alien while
Sigourney Weaver (confidant in the knowledge that Alien 4 can’t be made without her) just stands around going ‘I
told you not to go down that dark scary looking corridor, but did you listen to me – no!’
However, deep and meaningful
analysis aside, the joy of this movie comes with the Bladerunnerish style. It is dark, dank and depressing. Then just to change
pace it gets even more dark, dank and depressing.
Alien 3 has been called the
ugly duckling of the Alien series, ie everyone hates it. But recently people far more qualified than I have hailed it as a
classic bit of science fiction so who am I to argue. It has now been released on DVD with the director’s cut and this
version a testament as to why people should listen to directors rather than producers when it comes to determining what makes
a good movie.
File under: The cinematic equivalent
of sticking your head in a bucket of water as a nihilist protest about how complicated things are now days what with those
large nasty aliens running around all over the place and trying to kill you.
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A book by David Marr
and Marian Wilkinson
‘Put down the Socialist
Weekly and come down off the soap box.’
‘No. It is important
what with the upcoming election, that the voting public are made aware of how they were manipulated by the Howard government
in the lead up to the last election.’
a strong word. You better have some proof to back it up. And why are you bothering? No one cares.’
‘Don’t you watch
‘Watch, like tick tock.
You know that show on the national public broadcaster fronted by David Marr (who also wrote this book) that reveals when the
journalists, who supposedly report the news without fear or favour, lie, just can’t be bothered and make it up or succumb
to corporate and political pressure?’
‘Do you mean that the
media does not tell the truth all the time? But I saw the promos – Nine tells me so, Ten is the one and the ABC has
that stupid wiggly line thing. They would never lie to me.’
‘Just suppose, for a
minute, that they could and might…’
‘Do you mean that those
lovely people on The Block and Big Brother DON’T have my best interests at heart, but that they just want to sell Ikea
furniture and crappy holidays at overpriced theme parks?’
‘Er, no, not at all –
Gretel Killeen loves you, and no one else. But the media is a business, just like anything else. They are not impartial.’
‘But not Eddie McGuire...?’
‘So I suppose you don’t
think the government would ever lie to you either?’
‘But isn’t the
government meant to be really really impartial. Even more impartial than the judges on Australian Idol?’
‘So what’s this
book actually about? I don’t really remember the last election. It was a long time ago – weeks ago. Anyway I voted
for Rove McManus. He wasn’t on the election ballot but I voted for him any way. And why don’t you come down from
that box. You look silly. A rolled up piece of newspaper is not a megaphone.’
‘Okay, I will come down.
But don’t you remember the fridge magnets and how scared we were of terrorism. John Howard told us that we were about
to be overrun by fuzzy wuzzies… er sorry – illegal asylum seekers.’
‘Oh yeah, it was really
funny cos that ship – The Tampa, sounded like tampons – and that is rude.’
‘Well David Marr’s
book looks at the somewhat considerable differences between what the Australian public was told about the Tampa affair and
the actual truth of what actually happened.’
‘But why would the government
lie to us?’
‘Ah… Do you mind
if I get back up on the soap box to answer that…’
Let Freedom Ring
Winning the War of
Liberty over Liberalism
A book about America
post Sept 11 by Sean Hannity
Let no one say Getamungstit
is the bastion of the left wing hippies. Let Freedom Ring is a book written by a very nice clean cut man somewhere to the
right of Attila the Hun. Sean (I don’t think he would mind if I called him Sean) is a very influential right wing American
conservative radio pundit who has written a book dealing with why everything bad in the world is the fault of those nasty
left wing liberals.
If you overlook his demonisation
of anyone who doesn’t think using the poor as a low cost pet food slurry as a step forward for the American economy,
ie liberals, he does provide a well thought out and insightful view of life through conservative love goggles: simplistic.
Now that sounded mean didn’t it? I am sorry, but after reading this book I can’t help it. It just reminds me too
much of the ‘let’s blame the Jews for everything’ argument.
What does Sean (I am sure he
wouldn’t mind me calling him Sean) mean by liberalism, who are liberals and why is this important to Australians: Well
we have conservatives over here too! It is tricky in Australia because our Liberals and The Nationals (a la John Howard –
mom, pop and a cooling apple pie) are our right wing conservatives and the Labourites, Greens, and Democrats (a la Mark Latham
– saving forests, Peter Garett, a decent health care system, namby pamby ‘social good’ stuff ad nauseam)
are our left wingers.
However, there is an easy way
to tell where you fit into Sean’s (Do you think he would mind if I call him Sean? I don’t think so) world view.
If you earn under fifty thousand a year consider yourself potential Meaty Bites. In his book Sean (I don’t think Sean
minds me calling him that. Judging by his picture on the cover he is a nice young man) feels that Meaty Bites – sorry
liberals – are those who value education for all, actually consider the abortion debate, don’t think it is vitally
important to the American way of life to own an AK47, are students, are gay, are women, are short, are people who listen to
U2, are people who read and are people into namby pamby stuff like human rights.
File under: On the down side
you may fit into one of those categories. On the bright side you will give some really rich guy’s dog a shinier, healthier