Mstation Book Reviews
pre Dec 04 reviews are here
Thu, 19 Jun 2008
Kim Schulz, Hacking Vim, Packt Publishing
This is the newest book on Vim and right now the only one that deals with Vim 7. In case you were wondering, Vim is a text and code editor that is available on most every platform. It is a development of the venerable Vi editor and has featured in the Vi vs Emacs religious wars.
In fact I was a keen Emacs user myself but these days, on my tiny weird Linux machine, I use Vim because it is useful and extensible and Emacs is not. I've become quite a fan as well and this book is aimed precisely at the likes of me - someone who knows their way around but is not a guru and is interested in new tricks and better ways to get things done.
The book starts off with a history of Vi and Vi-alikes, then goes on to personalisation - changing fonts, colours, highlighting, the status line, and more. Then we're onto better navigation - moving by paragraph and sentence and the like and ways of movement in code files - which includes a key mapping for solving the long line problem. There's heaps more - dealing with tags; macro recording; folding; using vimdiff; scripting; games; and an index to make random access easier.
My only complaint about the book is that a couple of the code examples didn't work for me. The first was part of the status line code and the second had to do with folding.
Anyway, if all that sounds like fun, then this book is certainly for you and as a plus, there is a donation made to Ugandan orphans for each book sold.
Tue, 03 Jun 2008
Wyatt Mason, translator and editor, various Rimbaud titles, The Modern Library Classics website
Arthur Rimbaud is well-known to lit students and sundry other people as a wild boy-poet from 19th century France. He kicked over the traces more than somewhat and scandalised Paris with lots of drinking, rowdy behavior, and an interesting love life which included taking up with Paul Verlaine, who had a pregnant wife at the time. He stopped writing poetry (mostly) at 21 and went on, after a few wanders, to live and work in Aden. He died aged 37 in Marseilles from a nasty unidentified disease.
But his name hasn't stayed alive just because he had an interesting and short life, but rather because of the quality of his work which is vibrant, exciting, and a little scary in parts - as well as being abundantly louche in others (if you get the references). But beauty is certainly in the eye of the beholder and in his time not too many saw it at all, Now, though, is different and some regard him as the father of modern poetry.
Wyatt Mason is the newest translator of Rimbaud and experts say he has injected an extra jolt of vibrancy and has tuned the English more to modern usage. He's also a Rimbaud scholar in other ways as well and has studied his life as completely as records will allow. His introductions make very interesting reading and his arrangement of the last volume of letters shows his wide scholarship well.
Moderately advanced French language scholars might quibble with some of the translation as "modern" can sometimes be just ungracious and the occasional dumbing-down of tenses just plain ignorant. Let's get away from the idea that the lowest common denominator is the valid way ... please.
Still, there are mysteries - in the Season of Hell, written while he was healing a bullet wound inflicted upon him by Paul Verlaine (and which resulted in Verlaine going to prison) it is widely suggested that here are the whinings of a willful and most unapologetic young hell-raiser, and yet the references to redemption are many, and the wish for the tranquility of that state also seems clear, even though the author clearly thought it out of reach - then, anyway.
Whichever way you look at it (and the literal and utilitarian is not the path to joy or wisdom here) there is still lots to set an imagination along a path never travelled. And if you're reading in English then perhaps you have a new guide.
Herbert Gold, Bohemia: Where Art, Angst, Love and Strong Coffee Meet, Axios
Is this really Bohemia? Or is it a rather dreary sub-set of semi-seedy post-hippies who while setting their sights on macro-thought, rarely get farther than me, me, me? It is in parts, and there are lots of pre-hippies as well.
The author has been around some, starting off in Ohio and then setting up base in San Francisco and travelling far and wide seemingly the whole time. He was in San Francisco for the beatnik thing and, of course, for the hippies. He was in Paris when it was important, Israel during the Six Day Wzr, and many other places besides.
We gather people and anecdotes along the way - snippets of lives lived on the move. In the Paris of the past we meet some famous figures including Genet, Burroughs, and Picasso (a flash) ... whatever happened to Paris? And now you can't even smoke in cafes there.
Gold himself makes some nice observations along the way and involves us in some pleasantly convoluted examples of French philosopher speak. His tone is generally non-judgemental (as you'd expect) and his spread is inclusive in that anyone who's a bit different might well be included - particularly if they had made a name for themselves and particularly if they're a writer of some sort.
You could use the book as a kind of guidebook, particularly of the US, as all sorts of areas get a mention - no surprise at all that most are in California.
Hmm, Henry Robbins of Black Flag? Rollins, we think.
In a way, the whole thing is like postcards from an ethereal edge that can't quite be seen, and which if you focus on too closely, you can't see.