Extremophile – Ian Green
My eldest daughter picked this book up for me from the library. Usually I research a book before committing, but I went in cold on this one, and loved it. It brought me back to the wild energy of early cyberpunk novels: the edginess, the sense of possibility, the scary thought experiments, all wrapped in a good story. Think post-climate crash, bioengineering AI hacking in a world dominated by corporate interests. A great read.
The Good Enough Job – Simone Stolzoff
Do we need another book about work-life balance? Apparently we do because this one unlocked my thinking in new ways. Worth it just for the chapter on ‘vocational awe’ – the idea that your vocation is so important that the workers will put up with nearly anything just to keep their vocation.
This book helped me to realise how much of the ‘work must be a passion/calling/higher mission’ type narrative I have absorbed through my obsession with magazines like Wired and FastCompany back in my 20s.
‘Good enough‘ is such a useful term, in and out of work. It helps to challenge the perfectionism which can become untamed in our minds amidst so much pressure for perfect. The Good Enough Job doesn’t advocate the ‘tune in, drop out’ type approach; but does humanely challenge us on what success might mean for each of us.
The Guest Cat – Takashi Hiraide
A short but deep, rich book. I daren’t say a novel as there is suggestion it may be quite autobiographical. Regardless, it is beautiful. The author’s background as a poet comes through even in translation from Japanese as he carefully, richly describes wonderful little moments in life. There’s a wonderful passage when Chibi, the guest cat in question, cannot resist some fresh shrimp:
“Chibi couldn’t wait for the next mouthful. Perhaps the whole process had become too tedious, too painfully slow for her. I could see her slowly close in, inch by inch, her whole being focused on her prey. Here eyes narrowed like a warrior demon guarding the gate of an ancient temple…”
I read the book twice in quick succession because I felt there was so much to appreciate. It describes the life in a Tokyo suburb of a married couple without children in their late thirties, entranced by their neighbours’ cat.
The cat is described as slim and mostly white. And *spoiler alert* it dies when hit by a car. Astonishingly, the day I finished my second read, I passed some people tending to a slim, white cat on the side of the road in my village. It lay flat out with no blood but clearly dead, something I have never witnessed before.