he announces grandly on the train out. This is the one scheduled to take an hour and twenty five minutes on a roundabout journey which is normally twenty minutes: my fault. We see a 1760s triumphal arch dedicated to Maria Theresa. Eerily, it has just been freshly restored, is closely flanked by 19th-century suburban houses, frames blue hills on the horizon, and looks much more substantial than the 20th-century buildings deeper into town. In the evening, Jessica from San Francisco (now Jessica from Atlanta, perhaps even Jessica from Budapest) takes me to a music festival right by her flat and then we watch the recent sci-fi film 'Arrival' on her cinema-sized television set. After she explains the time-based paradoxes in the film (I'm still not 100% convinced it holds together) we natter about
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May 27th;
Saturday. A 2-hour dance-mix set from Solomun. Cult DJs I suppose are a bit like overcelebrated orchestral conductors. This one is pleasantly spare & lightweight for about an hour. Try minute 26 or 37. Patchy, but something of the pleasure some people get from e.e.cummings or quickly sketched line drawings. Don't bother with the 2nd hour: either his medication's just kicking in or just wearing off. Either way, if you thought there was any wit or style earlier, you won't past halfway point.
May 26th;
Friday. Long leisurely lunch at a terrace cafe protected by awnings from hot sun. There with Our Man in Bucharest and his jurist friend John. On Paul's recommendation, I vow to read 'Ministry of Fear' and President Hoover's much-delayed autobiography.
May 25th;
Thursday. NASA decides to revive ancient microbes locked inside crystals. Time for the superbass synth track.
May 24th;
Wednesday. French researcher says the question is not how Islam got radicalised but "how radicalism got Islamified."
May 23rd;
Tuesday. Sobering analysis of the reach of Facebook.
May 22nd;
Monday. New theory suggests humans might have evolved in Europe, not Africa. Prehistory keeps on getting more complex.
May 21st;
Sunday. Slightly limp article about computer art made for individuals. Quite a few missing steps in the aesthetic argument here.
May 20th;
Saturday. An appeal for a revival of Baconian science with the help of computers.
May 19th;
Friday. Extraordinary article - The Atlantic at its finest. 'My Family's Slave.'
May 18th;
Thursday. Vox claims US Democrats are now becoming as unhinged as Republicans have been for some time already.
May 17th;
Wednesday. Economist says without child labour, kids are just a drag.
May 16th;
Tuesday. Finally, rollercoasters found good for something. Shame The Atlantic can't use 'centripetal' correctly.
May 15th;
Monday. December 2016 article says a non-tokamak fusion generator in Germany is doing well in tests.
May 14th;
Sunday. Cyber malware thingy damages computers round world, including 20% of National Health Service in Britain whose managers ignored years of warnings to update anti-virus protection (ha!). Computer security person buys domain name and switches off global attack like a tap.
May 13th;
Saturday. Apparently nipples are the ultimate lipstick-colour guide.
May 12th;
Friday. Once again totally forget World Naked Gardening Day (the 7th - was busy though). Looks as if British undercover agent in Northern Ireland wasn't guilty of killing lots of people after all.
May 11th;
Thursday. Seemingly neurons in brains more varied than thought.
May 10th;
Wednesday. Researchers say unfairness is not always same as inequality in people's minds.
May 9th;
Tuesday. Intriguing article by US military adviser: Why Arabs Lose Wars.
May 8th;
Monday. Finish a weighty but fascinating book, Noel Malcolm's 'Agents of Empire', a kind gift last year from The Nigel of Light. Difficult to describe, this is an account painstakingly researched and pieced together from archives (real history!) of two interrelated families of Italianised Albanians from beginning to end of the 16th century. The Brunis and the Brutis rise in the Adriatic world of pro-Venetian minor aristocracy, enter service of the Republic of Venice as traders/interpreters/spies, send a couple of younger boys to Constantinople to learn Turkish so as to be Venetian trade and espionage agents there, and by stages different members of the clan are involved in major events of the century. Two are in the Battle of Lepanto in the 1570s, one plays a double game spying on Ottoman Turkey for Venice (but actually for Spain against Venice), and one remains deeply loyal to Catholic Christianity and yet through a personal friendship with a senior Turkish official ends up as right-hand man to the Ottoman-appointed voivod of Moldavia. While it takes time to gather pace, by 1/3 of the way through the scale & richness of Malcolm's achievment becomes apparent. Deserves all the lavish praise on the back cover.
May 7th;
Sunday. Finish 'Milestones' in English by Said (Sayyid) Qutb, kindly lent to me by a friend. Described by one critic as the "Mein Kampf of Islamism", this is a book by an Egyptian civil servant who after a short study trip of two years at a university in the United States in the 1940s returned to his country disgusted with western secularism. He moved closer to the Muslim Brotherhood. He had background involvement in the Free Officers army takeover that overthrew the monarchy and brought Nasser and Sadat to power in 1954, not realising they had no intention of supporting his vision of an Islamic Egypt restored to Quranic purity. This book in fact, along with his larger work 'In the Shade of the Qur'an' were both written, as far as I understand, on scraps of toilet paper smuggled out of the prison where he was being subjected to electrocution sessions and sleep deprivation for the several years up to his execution on Nasser's orders in 1966.
It's first of all an eerie read. His "calm, lucid voice" one critic praises is also the brainwashed voice of the mind-control cult victim. One can hardly blame someone being subjected to torture for retreating into a kind of unshakeable self-hypnotised belief. However, like the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, this is one of the books that not only contains deeply harmful ideas but conveys them, it seems, persuasively. Persuasively at least if the reader hungers for the sleep of reason and the drug of certainty, which many do. Milestones is perfectly pitched for a low-IQ audience that in general struggles with books, but desperately wants to be assured it understands things more clearly than those snide clever bastards trying to undermine their beautiful faith. The book is immensely repetitive. It repeatedly claims that this is the path of reason & justice. It says again and again that a kind of rigidity, a rock-like certainty of belief, is the vital first step. Once this has been attained, the believer is - like an American Creationist - no longer troubled by the bizarre idea that this holy scripture and no other is the authentic word of the Creator. He is then prepared to die under torture like Qutb, or prepared to kill, to achieve this complete blueprint for a good society from the 7th century that plenty of Arabic-speaking (and other) Muslims are still understandably emotionally invested in. Qutb endlessly repeats that this act of surrendering doubt and reason is just the opposite. It's the coming of a kind of sacred reason and knowledge. He gives no evidence for this (of course he can't, because it's not true), but his measured voice does achieve a kind of mesmering effect in driving out alternative thoughts. He was apparently a talented stylist in Arabic, although I can only guess from the English. Of course all the real power of the prose (his own and the Quranic quotes) comes from the sense that there were original mystical insights, a true glimpse of the transcendent you get somehow shining through the human scaffolding of all major religions, flavouring the source of his own faith with something genuinely fresh. The "clear spring" as he calls it in desert terms.
Among all the repetition, he quickly slips in a few untruths, such as the idea that experimental method is originally Islamic (it can be seen throughout ancient Greece, as early as the life of Thales of Miletus, 12 centuries before Muhammad). There is also the fact that the "high point" of Islamic science consisted of translating Greek texts, commenting on Aristotle, generalising study of polynomials, and was overtaken by Europe before the year 1000 according to Gimpel. This accounts for the puzzle of Islam supposedly creating scientific experiment yet failing to do any more of it in the thousand years after learning to distil alcohol (Notice 'Al' on front of name, as with algebra etc). That millennium of delay isn't well explained by Qutb's sketchy (and oddly eurocentric) version of Islamic history where the perfect society somehow conquers 3/5 of the Mediterranean yet is unable to do any sciencey things because of pesky Christian opposition.
In contrast to one implausible paragraph claiming experimentation for Islam, his central notion filling the whole book goes wholly the other way. This is that there must be no compromise whatsoever, just unwavering adherence to the Quranic blueprint. This easily-explained idea is very powerful, anti-reason, and harmful. Luckily it only seems to take root easily in a society already as politically and intellectually stunted as some Islamic societies are. In any society where people have seen the value of doubt, compromise with opponents, and dissent, only the most psychologically damaged and isolated can be sucked into cults like Scientology or The Family that take a similar form. It's ironic that Qutb was appalled by the US, which has a couple of unquestioning certainties and immaturities of its own.
His justification for active (rather than defensive) jihad is interesting. Any societies where people are not allowed to listen to Muhammad's message are "unfree" in Qutb's terms, but this is not reversed to protect preaching by other groups within Islamic societies because -- well Islam is from God, and it's really true! So there is intended to be a one-way valve. The work is not finished until every society on earth is as damaged as his. Qutb is shrewd on the weaknesses of western secularism, but is completely unable to see that his own situation, right down to him being tortured by a military dictatorship he helped instal, is not the hallmark of an unIslamic society. He nowhere realises that his own miserable imprisonment isn't a result of Western influence & corruption at all. Rather it's historically typical, measured across centuries, of any once-sophisticated culture unfortunate enough to have been invaded and reprogrammed in the 7th & 8th centuries by the monolithic simplistic mind-closing movement he's still loyal to. The fundamental idea is that all "man-made" laws are inferior to Islam because Islam is not man-made. How do you tell someone brainwashed to that extent (in fact fervently reinforcing their own brainwashing on themselves) that Islam is not only man-made, but obviously so?
May 6th;
Saturday. Franc & Viki get married at a registry office in Pest. My first real wedding ever, I think. Almost upstaging Franc's radiant bride with pearls in her hair, a startlingly leggy, confident, straight-backed blonde around 40 is the presiding registrar. Wreathed in a huge Hungarian tricolour ribbon like a beauty-pageant winner, she essentially marries the happy couple by power of the official raunch vested in her. Wonderful party afterwards with spicy sandwiches, cake, wine, and sundry delicacies. I meet people from a big mix of backgrounds, including a practioner of a kung fu style I'd never heard of, and a host of lady badminton players, including the delightful newly-wed Mrs Franc. Accuracy practice in hallway using shuttlecocks with real goose feathers.
May 5th;
Friday. Dr D. shows me a truly odd academic paper using Propp's folk-tale theory (blamed by Edina for 'Star Wars') to analyse interviews with tax lawyers. I read it surrounded by people with extravagantly ripped jeans looking at laptops. Washington Post claims that most of the stories about Trump voters regretting their vote for President Honey Monster are made up, and in fact Hillary Clinton voters have more buyer's regret.
May 4th;
Thursday. They're working on devices that can delete your thoughts. Fab.
May 3rd;
Wednesday. London rats are getting b-i-g-g-e-r.
May 2nd;
Tuesday. Job interviews are useless? Shocking idea!
May 1st;
Monday. Workers' holiday that the socialists commandeered from the Christians after the Christians took it over from the pagans. Meanwhile an old but relevant book called 'The True Believer': what makes some people throw themselves into a social movement? Goes rather well with an ex-Christian's "journey into transhumanism". On another front, evidence grows that not Trump but the Clinton campaign committed Watergate-scale offences to spy on Trump during the election.
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