Friday, October 24, 2008


THE BIRTH OF ROCK N ROLL: DISCWORLD STYLE


Soul Music by Terry Pratchett
This is a part of the Discworld series. Discworld is a flat, circular planet that rests on the back of four elephants, which are standing on the back of a giant turtle. Author Pratchett takes a not-so-subtle look at the birth of rock ‘n roll, or as it is called here—the Music with Rocks In. A character loosely based on Buddy Holly, destined to die young. Woven in the story are song titles, lyrics, and even a scene from the “Blues Brothers” movie.
How can you not like a series that features a librarian that is a 300 pound orangutan? Its his primary function to keep people from using the books, lest they wear out from all that reading. Some of the songs attempted by the band are “Cavern deep, mountain high,” “There’s a great deal of shaking happening,” “Give me that music with rocks in,” and “Pathway to paradise.”

Some other books to check out:

Last chance to see by Douglas Adams (nonfiction)
Sci fi author tracks down some of the world’s vanishing species—the komodo dragon, baiji dolphin, northern white rhinoceros. The height of irony is when Adams sits down at a banquet at a conference called to save the Chinese river dolphin, while the main course is, you guessed it, one of the endangered dolphins.

Callahan’s key by Spider Robinson
Jake Stonebender moves his family and closest friends in search of a new bar, and on the way accepts an assignment from Nikola Tesla to save the universe. The puns fly fast and furious, and the cast of characters include Jake’s teleporting infant daughter, a talking German Shepherd and Robert Heinlein’s cat, Pixel. A good time is had by all.

A farce to be reckoned with by Roger Zelazny
Azzie Elbub is a bored demon who decides to stage a play, with Renaissance Europe as the backdrop. But Azzie’s nemesis, the Archangel Michael, steps in to prevent a Mongol horde from overrunning Venice. Silly, but lots of fun.

A man without a country by Kurt Vonnegut
Author Vonnegut takes on society in this collection of essays; one reviewer called him “Garrison Keillor with a savage undercurrent.” The humor is exceedingly dark, and the wit sharp.

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