Monthly Archives: March 2011

Getting Connected: Present Day Revolutions and Technology


The use of technology has changed our world culture in so many ways that one could not count that high. The most amazing thing about this technology is that is can be utilized through so many mediums. Taking a look at the Green Revolution in Iran we can effectively see how the use of services such as Twitter and Facebook can not only be used to communicate with friends and write non-sense, but to organize political rallies and mass demonstrations. This may come as a great shock to those in the Western world who use these services on a daily basis to check to see what Chad Ochocinco talked about the night before (which really isn’t that interesting). These services can be used as a very instrumental political tool especially when someone wants to reach a massive audience instantly.

The use of this technology has granted people in “closed societies” the ability to see and hear what the rest of the world is doing. In the societies that we are currently seeing popular uprisings the international community has acknowledged the fact that these are oppressive societies. Many of these societies have internet access is reachable for many of it’s citizens. Places like North Korea and China keep a very tight grip on what content is allowed and what is most definitely not. Places like Libya went into a “cyber blackout” after the fact, to restrict with use of communication for the common citizen. This does prove to hinder people from communicating, but the spark has already ignited the flame. No matter how long the internet traffic is down, people around the country know that their feelings and sentiments are not of those held by the few, but the many.

In many of these places is can be said that social media did not cause revolutions and popular uprisings. We can attribute this to a multitude of things that range from high unemployment (especially among educated youth), non-democratic societies, oppressive regime structure (which is prone to rejecting any and all forms of change), and a bureaucracy driven on clientelism. Twitter did not cause these people to join forces and band together. It did help people express themselves in a time of great unrest. People from other countries were able to exchange ideas and information, which is always the backbone for such change to occur. The exchange of ideas and information has driven societies to transform and grow.

Right now we can see that happening in places that have seen oppressive rulers who have been in power for decades see their rule come to an end. No amount of money can save a person who is seen as illegitimate in the eyes of their people. The international community does help sway the tide on many levels, however the grunt of the work comes the people who call these places home. If it weren’t for technology I wouldn’t be able to write about what is happening in these places thousands of miles from me and you wouldn’t be able to read my 2 cents on the issue.

This is obviously not a perfect depiction of what is going on everywhere, but it may lay the stepping stones for this to happen in a larger country, maybe even in a more developed nation. No one knows the extent of technology’s reach, especially when it comes to pissed off people talking about what is pissing them off. Thankfully I’m not that upset about really anything, but I do like analyzing why other people seemed to be pissed and what they do about it. Finding out how such social mediums play a role in future political happenings will be a very interesting for all of us to experience.

OH SNAP


Bad Girls Onlyzzzz!!!!OMFGROFL

I’ve finished a marathon.  I’m exhausted, sweat still pouring from my forehead.  I’m not sure I’ve ever been this tired before yet I don’t sit still.  It was long and as much of a trial as I anticipated and I’ve emerged from the other side a stronger person.  Years of training have brought me here.  I just watched three full episodes of Bad Girls Club.

I’d like to remind anyone who reads this blog that I am a 23 year old male who loves any sport that involves a ball and wears a Carhartt.  I know how to start a fire and could fix your flat tire (rhyming unintended) and here I am! Check me out world, I’m neck deep in name-calling and inadvertent nip-slips. But I’ve picked out some magic amidst the makeup.

The brilliance in the show is exactly what differs it from every other reality multi-casted show out there; these girls embrace their characters on the show.  There’s no villain here, no girls next-door.  There’s no “mother figure” and no class clown.  Only bad girls allowed, and there’s no apologizing for it.

"I'd like to take this time to expound on the events unfolding in Libya..." is not what she said.

A catch phrase like “play with it and rotate” could never be said by anyone unless they had 100% confidence in what they were saying.  If “play with it and rotate it” came out in any conversation that didn’t revolve around an automobile, I’d probably take a play off.  Enter Char.  She doesn’t sit down for anyone, I mean no one.  She is the self proclaimed boss of the LA mansion and the bad girls that reside within. A seasoned-vet of chick fights, Char has become the inevitable chasm between this dysfunctional group of females, spawning ‘minions’ to use at her disposal.  Like tiny sand crabs they scurry across the velvet carpets listening and plotting their next attack on each other, forever ending with a shoving match or Char yelling at an invisible person located somewhere above her forehead. Throw in a Playboy shoot, a sea of champagne and you’ve got entertainment for the whole family.

There’s something about non-competition reality programming that seems to have a lasting effect with fans.  There is a relationship that gets built between the characters and their fans, and it’s a relationship without repercussions.  You can be guilt-free when siding with a roommate because you aren’t going to catch a high heel in the eye for defying the minions.  You’re looking through the window and always come out scratch free.  Like most popular shows these characters are given the opportunity develop. Voting someone off every week never allows the shows to develop a storyline, a character arc that helps you relate.  Shows like Jersey Shore and Bad Girls Club stick with fans because they can check in with their people once a week and see what kind of shit they got themselves into now.

With that said, BGC is an escape.  It’s tough if you aren’t ready for it.  I had enough girlfriend time clocked with Oxygen that I knew what to expect, but if you were flipping through the channels looking for Meet The Press and landed on BGC then you’re in for a rough couple hours.  However, if you can look past the gloss and bright lights you might find yourself in that same spot on your couch, two hours later, thinking the same thing I am…  ’I need a shower.’

-B-Squatch

Kevin Rath: Rock and Roll Prodigy or Black Jean-Wearing Poser? (Hint: It’s the first one.)


Heading back into the city after the USA-Argentina match in the Meadowlands (post coming soon), I was lucky enough to catch a live show by musician Kevin Rath at Kenny’s Castaways in NYC’s Greenwich Village. Castaways is a really fun little venue with bars on the first and second floor, a small stage with tables and seating for 30-40 spectators as well as standing viewing room on both floors for around 100-120 others. I arrived around 10:30 and, after telling the bouncer I was there for the show, made it into the venue without having to pay cover… score! Though I had already missed the first song, I felt the need to first grab a quick beer to quench my thirst before heading toward the stage to check out the music. Concert drinking advice: Though the beer menu is typically more limited for bottles than for draughts, I recommend bottles at concerts/shows as they are far less likely to spill as you are inevitable bumped or pushed by the enthusiastic (read: drunk) crowd. By the time I had gathered my beer and knocked back a round of shots with a few friends I had spotted, Rath and his band had begun their third song of the night, “Running Around Me”.

Listen to Great Music and Drink PBRs Until You Can't Feel Feelings

Before I get into the set list, let’s take a look at who’s who on stage:
Kevin Rath – Guitar, Lead vocals
Ben Vail – Drums
Kyle Saulnier – Bass
Rath and Vail are former classmates and friends at Ohio State who, in their sophomore year, formed the band Fourth & Fifth (an homage to the corner of 4th & 5th in Columbus, Ohio as well as the musical chords, fourth and fifth). Ben lives in Columbus while Kevin lives in Brooklyn, NY, so since graduation in 2009, the duo has largely been unable to play together. Kyle Saulnier on the bass was a guest performer for the night but you might see him again at more of Rath’s New York shows.

Rath, Vail and Saulnier

Kevin Rath’s music is a rock/blues fusion that combines the mellow vocal style of an artist like John Mayer [though a bit raspier and “bluesier”] with a catchy rock sound that varies from Eric Clapton’s “Cocaine” to Ben Harper’s “She’s Only Happy in the Sun”. Overall, however, his music can be best compared to a band like The Black Keys or a male version of Mr. Airplane Man. (For the record, his influences are listed as Jimi Hendrix, John Mayer, The Black Keys, Kings of Leon, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Eric Clapton, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Ray LaMontagne.)

"Oh, Am I Melting Your Face? My Mistake."

On to the show! I managed to slip towards the front of the crowd and had a great view of Rath and company from the side of the stage. Whilst drinking a steady flow of domestic beers and shots of whiskey among friends, I didn’t miss a single song and was rewarded with a long set list showcasing Rath’s range. Kevin played some of my personal favorites such as “London” and the aforementioned “Running Around Me” as well as some brand new tracks titled “Love, Ohio” and “You’re With Me”. He ended on a high note with “Blues Jam”, a fan favorite that showcased some of Rath’s guitar-shredding abilities. If the crowd stuck around for David Kolker’s show (who you can see every other Saturday at Kenny’s), they were also treated to a guest appearance by Rath who, again, had an amazing guitar solo, this time during one of Kolker’s songs.
VIDEO OF KEVIN RATH’S PERFORMANCE:

Kevin Rath performs Untitled (Blues Jam) at Kenny’s Castaways, 3/26/11 from The Bird Superior on Vimeo.

In all, a great New York debut for Kevin Rath, who I personally hope to catch again soon in Greenwich Village and beyond. To hear his music and find out about upcoming shows (I don’t know why you wouldn’t after reading this review), check out the links below!

Kevin Rath Website
Kevin Rath Music
Facebook
Twitter

Set List
Arabian -> Your Mistake
All Over Me Now
Running Around Me
Clean
Love, Ohio*
I Got Mine (Black Keys cover)
Anything You Want
You’re With Me*
One in a Million
The Rain
Use Somebody (Kings of Leon cover)
London
Eleanor
Encore: The Blues Jam
*New Songs

The 2011 Final Four: VCU and Kentucky Eviscerated My Bracket…And I Couldn’t Be Happier


Let’s start by getting one thing out of the way. My bracket went down in flames. We’re talking overall number 1 seed upset by a 16 seed flames. For a person that takes filling out a bracket even somewhat seriously, it was a bit embarrassing. Still, I didn’t lose any money (I’m not a huge gambler) and I’m chalking the lack of success up to all the attention I devoted to three massive NCAA preview blogs in the span of one week leading up to the tournament.

My Name is MBP, and I should've believed in Faried...

Speaking of those blogs, you’re welcome to anyone who heeded the mid-major advice. George Mason, Morehead State, Butler, Richmond and Temple all won at least one game in the tournament, and overall my mid major preview teams have gone 9-7 so far. Of course I didn’t heed my own advice in some cases (Morehead State) or chickened our way to early (Richmond and Butler). I also touted a Belmont team that mostly no showed against Wisconsin, and completely missed on VCU, a team I once predicted to upset Duke in the first round on a whim (which they did).

Contrary to popular belief, this is not an out of control Butler grad assistant...or injured player...

Still, I’d say it was a reasonable success for my first go at publicly predicting some semblance of success (or non-success) in this thing. Here’s a break down of some specifics from my humiliation:

Contrary to popular belief, this is not VCU's coach...

  • It didn’t start out terribly when I picked 23 of 32 games correctly in the first round (regardless of how good VCU has been I refuse to recognize the Fringe Four teams as an actual round). Of course I went with St. Johns to go to the Final Four before they lost to Gonzaga in the Sultry 64 (they all get names now!), thus beginning the nasty outcome from my over-estimation of the Big East (which was actually conservative by some estimates). Gonzaga then helped propel BYU to the Sweet 16 for the first time since 1981. Speaking of BYU, is there a more impotent (no seemingly inappropriate honor code related joke intended) NCAA team that has had this many opportunities in the big dance? They’re 12-28 all time in 25 tournament appearances, meaning they managed to lose twice in three tournaments when there was still a third place game. Unfortunately those third place finishes came before the Final Four was an actual part of the tournament so the Cougars are o-fer all time in terms of Final Four appearances. Yeesh.

"At least I didn't lose twice in one tournament, THAT would be embarrassing..."

  • I was 8 for 16 in the second round, which was actually better than Texas’ free throw percentage for the season (ok ok, they shot a whopping 65%). Unfortunately I picked half of those correct Sweet 16 picks to end their run there, even though two of those wound up advancing (Florida and Kentucky). In a bit of silver lining, three of the other four I chose to go to the Sweet 16 and advance wound up making it to the Elite Eight…
  • …But that was where the wheels completely came off. After years of Duke hatred (and a lot of success picking against them in the past decade) I decided to ride the Blue Devils to what I thought would be an epic Final Four match up with UNC. In spite of touting Derrick Williams’ individual ability (he wound up biting me in the ass on two occasions in this tournament) in my Pac-10 preview and consistently flaying the ACC for being a weak conference (thus inflating Duke’s numbers) I still went with the Blue Devils. This carried over to UNC, who actually made it a game further than Duke only to be taken down by John “This Final Four Will Be Vacated by 2013” Calipari and his band of merry…seniors? That’s right, Calipari got Kentucky to its first Final Four in a Wildcat eternity on the backs of actual upperclassmen. Needless to say, NCAA investigators are, at least momentarily, not quite sure what to do with themselves. This idleness will subside in 3, 2…Finally, a Jayhawks team I thought would finally help me out for once managed to yet again fail in the Elite Eight under Bill Self (where he’s 1-5 during his career). Not that I wasn’t thoroughly happy with the VCU victory. For one thing their win guarantees that another national championship game will involve a mid-major. For another, I was in the Austin-Bergstrom airport when the victory was sealed. If there was a silver lining for the ‘Horns fans this basketball season, I’m guessing that victory was it.

Does the phrase "good versus evil" even remotely do this thing justice?...We don't think so either.

So there you have it; Kentucky, UConn, VCU and Butler. Blue blood versus blue blood. Mid-major versus mid-major. All to set up another “David and Goliath” match up in 2011. In the words of Dicky V (I’m paraphrasing here), “it’s a freaking bonanza baby!” I can’t wait.

That’s all for now folks. Tune in next time for; “Kansas wouldn’t really fire a coach whose won 83% of his games with them…would they?”, “Why is that 18 year old on the gym floor yelling at the Butler players?”, “No coach in the history of the Final Four has ever had a better name than Shaka (and a guy named Wooden used to win the thing every year)” and “The UConn-Kentucky game: So that’s why the NCAA opened up a field office in Houston this week.”

Citizen Cope @ City Winery- 3/16


Clarence and the Wine

D.C.’s “most soulful export since Marvin Gaye.   -The Washington Post

Last week I had the pleasure of catching my fourth Citizen Cope concert at the FANTASTIC City Winery in Soho.  For a hairy wonder like myself, I don’t often find myself in comfortable situations outside of picking daisies and flipping golf carts, but City Winery is one of the most uniquely welcoming places I’ve ever been to, and my new favorite concert venue.

I had seen Citizen Cope aka Clarence Greenwood in London (actually met him on his smoke-break) and twice in Columbus, Ohio.  This show was a wee bit different however as it was Clarence solo, minus the back breaking beats and horns.  This is where a true songwriter shines and Cope did just that.  Playing nearly his entire catalog of songs, Cope captivated the 300+ crowd of winos for nearly two hours.

The thing that gets me about Citizen Cope, besides his dreads and slurred speech, are his topics of songwriting.  The streets of Baltimore, crime, drugs, violence and love are all mixed into his uniquely twisted sound that manages to come out in this fluid beauty that no one else can sound like.  Trust me, girls love this stuff and girls often love pretty sounds, but Cope does it while appealing to everyone from sorority girls to street hustlers.

I’m almost positive he plays an out of tune guitar and he barely even strokes it as he moans about his gambling friend George or a night when he got shot in the eye by Judas.  If you’re looking for a real kick in the pants go take a listen to “Salvation”.  And if you’re looking to make kissy with your girlfriend, turn on “Sideways” or “Holdin’ On.”  She’ll melt.

The guys got it all, he appeals to everyone and he’s got this unique soulfulness that I’ve got a hard time finding in anyone else.  He rarely says anything on stage besides “thanks for coming” and you can’t find many interviews with the guy, so he’s a bit of an anomaly.  Theres one thing that we can agree on though, the dude knows how to croon.

Setlist

Salvation

200,000 in Counterfeit 50 dollar bills

Pablo Picasso

Bullet and  Target

Every Waking Moment

Back Together Again

Healing Hands

Hard Times Ain’t Hard to Find

Appetite for Lighting Dynamite

Dartagnans Theme

Holding On

Out on the Weekend

Suns Gonna Rise

Sideways

Hurricane Waters

If There’s Love

Fame

Brother Lee

Encore- One Lovely Day

If you don’t know him, go get him.  You wont regret it.

-B-Squatch

Paulo Coelho – The Alchemist (1988)


Looking to make a change in your life? Tap into your spiritual side? Be inspired? Enjoy a fun adventure tale? I think I can help you out…

Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist

Translated from Brazilian author Paulo Coelho’s native Portuguese, The Alchemist follows the adventures of a young Andalusian shepherd who leaves behind the comforts of his Spanish homeland in pursuit of his “Personal Legend”, a hidden treasure buried among the legendary Egyptian Pyramids. Along the way, he meets many characters-a king, a gypsy, an Englishman, a young desert girl and, most importantly, the eponymous alchemist-all of whom assist him in one way or another on his journey toward achieving his Personal Legend.

If, like me, you had never heard of The Alchemist until recently, then you might be surprised to learn that, according to Wikipedia, The Alchemist is the 12th best selling novel in history. It has sold more than 65 million copies and stands as one of only two books released over the past 60 years (along with Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code) to sell more than 35 million copies. Translated into 67 languages, The Alchemist has developed a fanatical following and has been praised by such public figures as Russell Crowe, Julia Roberts, Oprah Winfrey and President Bill Clinton. With a list of supporters such as this the big question then becomes, “Why?”.

Well, for a number of reasons. First and foremost, The Alchemist is the kind of book that makes you step back and take a look at your own life and think about the decisions that have led you to where you are. More importantly, this book forces you to look at where your life is going. Coelho’s concept of the “Personal Legend” is a fairly straightforward idea meaning “that which an individual most desires”. Whether it be to sail around the world, become an astronaut or own a golf course, Coelho (through The Alchemist) implores the reader to devote their life’s energies to following their heart and making their Personal Legend a reality.

For the most part, Coelho achieves this aim with resounding success. Consistently throughout the novel, I found myself questioning where I’m headed with my current spiritual, career and general life choices. Especially as someone who is on the cusp of making an essentially life-changing career decision, reading The Alchemist was a unique experience because it made me justify this decision  to myself and myself alone. Pursuit of your Personal Legend can’t be swayed by family or friends nor can it be influenced by societal norms. It is something deeply personal that only an individual can discover and achieve. [Thankfully, upon further contemplation I am happy with my choice.]

The Alchemist, though intrinsically challenging to the reader, is an extremely easy book to get through; I finished it in only a matter of hours. It reads very much like a children’s fairytale and contains the innocence of a fairytale, as well: there is no sex, no drugs and minimal (essentially peripheral) alcohol and violence. This simplicity is not only part of its charm but it is crucial to its effectiveness as a tool of inspiration. Fables and parables such as The Alchemist thrive on simplicity but their receptivity is also largely dependent upon the story. In finding this balance, Coelho is quite successful as he weaves an engaging bildungsroman adventure with his underlying lessons and messages without neglecting nor over-emphasizing one over the other. There have been countless other allegories, fables and self-help books written throughout history, and the immense international success of The Alchemist is testament to Coelho’s ability to put a profound message behind a simple story better than nearly anyone else before him.

Many people have called The Alchemist a “life-changing” book. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that. It is easy to poke holes in books such as this one: economic disadvantage, inherited family responsibility and unavoidable events (e.g. disease, disaster) are just some of the obstacles that would keep one from going after their Personal Legend. However, ignoring my internal pessimist (although some would say realist), The Alchemist is one of a handful of novels, particularly of the fiction persuasion, that has ever moved me to self-examination or consideration of some of life’s deeper questions: Why are we here? What is my Personal Legend? What is stopping me from achieving that dream? The Alchemist asks all of these questions of the reader and, in the end, of mankind as a whole. It is a book that sets out to inspire people and, in my case, achieves exactly that. To put it in the simplest terms, I will quote my good friend, Doug: “After you read The Alchemist you just want to make plays on life.” Well said, Doug, well said.

Accompanying Drink Suggestion
Rioja wine
This smooth, flavorful wine hailing, like our protagonist, from Spain is generally defined by a combination of fruitiness and acidity with “notes of dusty earth, dry herbs and leather”. These contrasting flavors compare to the changing surroundings of the young shepherd who leaves the rich lands of Spain for the course sands of North Africa. Furthermore, the Rioja’s main grape is tempranillo whose name is derived from the Spanish “temprano”, meaning early, because it ripens weeks before most other Spanish wines. Again, this trait can be compared to The Alchemist’s coming-of-age story which comes at a younger age than for most others yet results in a beautiful and enjoyable finish.

If You Liked This, You Might Also Like…
Herman Hesse’s Siddhartha, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince, Mitch Albom’s The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Khalil Gibran’s The Prophet, The Bible, Any of Coelho’s other works

Rating

4.5 out of 5 stars

China Miéville – The Iron Council (2004)


China Miéville’s The Iron Council falls into a somewhat enigmatic group of literary genres. Though part of the larger “speculative fiction” genre, The Iron Council is a decidedly unique book and difficult to definitively label. It might be classified as one or all of the following: new weird, cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, steampunk, horror fantasy, weird fiction, fantasy noir, modern pulp fiction or future noir. If The Iron Council were a movie, think Bladerunner meets A Clockwork Orange, directed by Guillermo Del Toro, written by Neil Gaiman and produced by Tim Burton.

Now that I have thoroughly confused you with that comparison, I will try my best to keep the premise of the book short and sweet. The book’s plot centers on two interrelated storylines following the lives and struggles of New Crobuzoners striving to overthrow the ruling totalitarian government. New Crobuzon is a sprawling urban city-state governed by an authoritarian oligarchy (masquerading as a democracy) headed by a nefarious and faceless “Mayor”. One plot arc follows two men, Cutter and Judah, whose purpose is to seek out the aid of “The Iron Council”, a legendary congregation of New Crobuzon insurrectionists living in hidden exile. The other storyline deals with Ori, a passionate young man living in New Crobuzon’s slums. Ori begins as a romantic revolutionary reading about and discussing the dream of a free and transformed New Crobuzon but quickly becoming an active and often violent underground rebel.
To put it simply, I enjoyed this novel tremendously. Miéville is a masterful storyteller and in The Iron Council he has created a stunning and distinct universe to which his readers are transported. Not overly verbose or reliant on flowery descriptions (though his expansive vocabulary may inspire you to keep a dictionary handy), Miéville paints a dark yet beautiful portrait of the city of New Crobuzon and its inhabitants that is both strange and familiar. Readers will conjure images of their own cities and histories and overlay this with bizarre imagined creatures, improbable architecture and other supernatural elements to create a visual patchwork that is Miéville’s world. Beyond the aesthetic quality of Miéville’s writing, the novel’s dialogue is succinct and emotive and, as a result, extremely real. This simplicity and authenticity comes as a relief when compared to what is found in most other speculative fiction books: tedious, grandiose and simply unconvincing dialogue.
The general tone of the book, like the dialogue, is defined by its gritty realism. Let me make this clear, The Iron Council is not a children’s book. Scenes depicting gratuitous violence, offensive language and polygamous sex are commonplace. The ubiquity of this grimness is not, however, overwhelming. It is simply the reality of life as the oppressed, of life in the slums, of life as society’s forgotten. Miéville adeptly harnesses the bleakness that is the protagonists’ existence and is able to create a number emotionally rousing, unforgettable scenes of both despair and of joy. This rare ability to effectively channel and produce a diversity of emotions in his readers makes Miéville a truly outstanding author and has made him one of my personal favorite young talents.
Yet despite these many successes, Miéville and this novel are not without its flaws. Most notably, The Iron Council suffers from a complete absence of non-human or non-male points of view. Characters such as Ann Hari and Thick Shanks are certainly figures that fit these criteria and who play a central role in the events of the novel, but their points of view are a missed opportunity by the author. The use of these character’s points of view and the subsequent broadening of the reader’s understanding of the insurrection and New Crobuzon’s gender and racial divisions would have created a great deal more depth in Miéville’s exploration of the diverse yet unified psyches of a revolution and the transcendant spirit of all peoples. The omission of a map is also particularly grating as any sense of distance, topography and borders among the various lands is often lost. Lastly, the narrative lacks any sort of historical foundation. Events in New Crobzuon’s past are mentioned occasionally throughout and the long-term character development of Judah Low is partially explored, but readers are left asking a few basic and essential questions: How did New Crobuzon society come to this point? Have the people of this city-state ever been “free”? What are the origins of our protagonists? What are the Mayor’s motivations?
In the end, though, the answers to these questions are not what is important. These questions are not what this novel is about. Nor is The Iron Council just about a fantastical world filled with creatures like the vodyanoi, cactacae and khepri people, and people who perform hex magic, somaturgy and elementalism. This novel is about racism and class struggle. It’s about environmentalism, human selfishness and greed. It’s about faith, sacrifice, courage and most importantly, it’s about absolute and unconditional love. The Iron Council is the type of book that is best described as an emotional symphony. Expertly orchestrated by Miéville, The Iron Council left me breathless throughout, and I would recommend it to all fantasy and non-fantasy fans alike.
Accompanying Drink Suggestion:
Yuengling Black & Tan
As The Iron Council’s future noir genre suggests, a darker, heavier beer accompanies this novel quite well. The flavorful roasted taste of Yuengling’s Porter is combined with and complimented by the lighter hints of caramel from the lager, just as The Iron Council’s oftimes nightmarish and grisly scenes are complimented by the novel’s underlying themes of love, redemption and the triumphant spirit.
If You Liked This, You Might Also Like…
Works by:
H.P. Lovecraft, Neil Gaiman, Philip K. Dick, William Gibson, Iain Sinclair
Rating

4 out of 5 stars