On the Peripheral

Here is Chirpy trying to offer support and advice (and sneak a quick meal worm from my stash) as I struggle to think of something positive to say about the book we're discussing at the book club tonight - The Peripheral by William Gibson. Sci-fi and cyperpunk (whatever that is) are not my thing I fear for try as I did, I could make head nor tail of it. It was all about gaming as far as I could work out and full of obscure jargon and hordes of characters, non of whom I could remember. Interestingly, many book club members have cried off tonight. Maybe Chirpy is finding it wild and richly satisfying - or perhaps that's just the grub.

Last night's film Timbuktu on the other hand was exceptional. The photography and story telling was exemplary- huge, long sweeping shots and a gentle, fairly nonjudgmental yet piercing and unflinching look at an increasingly devastating situation - Jihadists arriving into a peaceful, devout community and destroying all the good things that are being human. At one point the whole cinema just cried out. Insanity.