Aug. 6th, 2008

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In addition to The Antique Gift Shop, yesterday's Amazon haul contained Terry Jones' (yes, that Terry Jones) Who Murdered Chaucer? and Daniel Miller's The Comfort of Things. I read a couple of chapters of Jones' book in the bath, and it's using the conceit that Chaucer, who fades out of history with no word on his actual death, might have been murdered to look at the social life and politics that made up 14th century England. Fascinating so far.

But I've gotten much farther in The Comfort of Things, because I picked it up to read a bit right before bed and couldn't put the damn thing down until I was halfway through. It's a layperson's version of an ethnography of material culture. In other words, an examination of stuff and our relation to stuff and how we define who we are by stuff.*

I first heard about this book on a podcast I listened to a while back - while I was cleaning out my old apartment, actually - and the author was being interviewed about the work he and his students had done. Miller is a professor of anthropology at University College London, and this book is one of the results of a large ethnography focusing on one random street in London. (There's an appendix with the study protocols etc. if you're interested.) They interviewed about a hundred households about their lives and their selves and their stuff, to work out what role stuff has in our lives.

There's a sort of mythology about that people who focus on material objects tend to be poorer in relationships (if I'm expressing that clearly), but that turns out to be wrong.** What's important is not the amount of stuff you have, but how it's used to define yourself and mark your relationships. The objects we surround ourselves with become signifiers of personal history and connections with others.***

The book isn't a formal ethnography, but instead a collection of thirty character sketches, each delving into a single person or family and examining who they are and how they define themselves through the stuff they do and don't have. The two extremes occur at the beginning of the book with George, a man who owns almost nothing and who's led a strikingly emotionally impoverished life with few connections and almost no self-volition or self-responsibility, and the Clarkes, a couple who lord it benevolently over their extended family of relatives, friends, and astonished ethnographers in a house cluttered with Christmas ornaments, family photos, and huge amounts of other meaningful stuff.

So far, halfway through, it's been a fascinating peek into the lives of others. And I could see where writers, especially, who are interested in character and defining character through objects and relationships to objects would find this useful.



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* And pets. They use a broad definition of "stuff."

** They didn't meet any pathological hoarders, I believe, who are admittedly at one far end of the bell curve.

*** Which is probably why those "Clean up! Declutter! Get rid of everything!" shows sometimes annoy the hell out of me - like when you see someone with a huge collection of dolls and they make her pick five to keep, but she's crying over having to do that. LET HER HAVE A COLLECTION. This is when you dedicate a storage area to the collection items and talk to her about rotating out the ones on display every few weeks or so.
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It's International Blog Against Racism Week!

The [livejournal.com profile] bittercon community is a central point for posting links to discussion of various SF/F/H topics in a sort of impromptu online con this weekend. More info.

And because I know many of you have a COMPLETELY AND PURELY ACADEMIC AND INTELLECTUAL INTEREST in firefighters, the Dallas Hispanic Firefighters' Association is selling 2009 calendars for charity.
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Now I KNOW you guys are doing this, because we rarely get more than 5 or 6 hits on the PBR site per day. :)
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Actually, it *does* eff up the stats for me to get lots of hits that don't mean anything. I'm not looking at the stats for fun, but trying to figure out what sorts of things I need to put on that site to drive REAL traffic there because I would like to, say, SELL BOOKS and PAY RENT, and the bogus stats make that impossible.

(Not to mention it was funny the first couple of times, but after the eleventh, it's a little tiring. The best comedians know when to stop telling the joke.)

SO therefore I AM REQUESTING that every time you drop a bogus hit onto my site stats, you purchase something from Amazon.com through one of our Amazon referrer links. It doesn't have to be any of the books featured on the page like Rachel's memoir or the manga reviews, because if you access Amazon through one of our links, the referrer ID stays with you and credits us with a few pennies. Although Rachel would love it if you bought her memoir, which was published by a real publisher and everything, and is quite good to boot.
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Just added a few more elements to the steampunk generator.

The plot starts because of a misunderstanding about competent law enforcement officials. The protagonist, a gunfighter with a sense of humor who has a climbing apparatus hidden in a crinoline frame, ends up in a young lady's coming-out ball with a repressed person.
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Aaand a bit farther on.

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I AM TOTALLY DONE WITH THAT PICTURE.

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