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Odds & Sods
Odds & Sods
Price: £7.61

5.0 out of 5 stars all who fans should have this. indispensible, 20 Oct 2013
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all who fans should have this. indispensible, even if you have the vinyl version Who outakes are sometimes more interesting hat the 'proper' versions


The Case for Working with Your Hands: Or Why Office Work is Bad for Us and Fixing Things Feels Good
The Case for Working with Your Hands: Or Why Office Work is Bad for Us and Fixing Things Feels Good
by Matthew B. Crawford
Edition: Paperback
Price: £7.99

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Excellent, wacky and thought provoking. What more do you need?, 24 July 2013
This is an easy book to misunderstand, from its wacky three part title, to its folksy language. It also talks about elements of US culture that mean little to a UK audience, like `shop-craft'. Shop-craft is explained in a special preface for UK readers as, `training in things like woodworking, automobile repair, and metal fabrication...that was once a standard part of the school curriculum but is less so now'. It is declining in UK education too, as are the possibilities for genuine physics, chemistry and biology experiments. And sports. There is a lot of detail of motorcycle mechanics which has led it to be compared to Robert Pirsig's unique (1974) book and also misguidedly to be labeled as a bit of a male book. He takes us through his own disillusionment with academia and his discovery of motorcycle mechanics because that is what he knows about. The subject is just an example. In fact I first became aware of the book through an article in the Guardian where the stone-carving, something I know much more about, was used as the example. It talks eloquently about the value of manual work, which opens it unfairly to accusations of idealizing a pre-industrial age, which it doesn't. One of the quotes from a review on the dust jacket says `The best self-help book that I've ever read. Kind of like Heidegger and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance'. Which positions it in the market, well, where? It is part autobiography, part technical manual, part political critique and part philosophy. And incidentally, not like any self-help book I've ever read.
Don't be put off, this is a book with serious academic intentions. It is properly referenced, has lengthy footnotes and an index. If the reader can manage these different aspects they will find some profound messages about the way we live and what we (seem to) find important and how we, and by implications our clients, lose track of what's important. Many of the ideas may have been stated elsewhere, but there are few completely original ideas. Just because something is new doesn't mean it's better. The book's originality comes from the way he combines them and anchors them in his own experience. And reminds us how we forget what is important.
The Introduction is a good summary of the book. He notes that the disappearance of tools from the education system is the beginning of a slippery slope to a wider ignorance of not just how things work technically, but also of our relationship with the things we make use of and incorporate into our lives. He makes good use of Heidegger in expanding this point. This simultaneous detachment from, and dependence on, the objects of everyday life makes us more passive and more reliant on the unseen and often unseeable manufacturer. Where we once made and mended, we now throw away or get an `expert' who actually only has as much knowledge as the manual will allow him to have and is just as ignorant as us of the mechanics and more importantly is unaware of the cost to their well-being of this process. Anyone who doubts this just needs to remember the last time they phoned an internet helpline. Our mending, our repairing, makes the object personally owned because we invest a part of ourselves in it. By doing so I become more meaningfully in-the-world. A look at the high street shows that there are virtually no car spares shops around any more. People no longer buy Haynes manuals simply because cars are impossible to repair without a purpose built computer and specialist tools and anyway if you try you risk invalidating the manufacturers warranty. Cookery, gardening and decorating programmes are everywhere on TV and activities like knitting are undergoing a revival and enormous numbers of machine tools get sold on ebay. So what's going on? Crawford's thesis is that this is not simply fashion or nostalgia, but there is `an ideal that is timeless but finds little accommodation today: manual competence' (p.2). It is ontological, and if it does not find a healthy manifestation it will find a pathological one in which the crucial features will be evaded, denied and mystified.
The problem with office work, he says, is that the overall task of the institution is split into so many small parts that no one has any involvement, knowledge, power or responsibility to make their mark on the product. The ability to say `I did that'. The significant autonomous act. Personal agency has been edited out and Charlie Chaplins message in Modern Times is still relevant. This is not exclusive to office work, just more prevalent.
Crawford is concerned with the experience and exercising of personal agency which he links strongly to personal meaning. The struggle for personal agency, and hence meaning, he sees at the centre of life's purpose. It has been corrupted in contemporary life in a rather Orwellian fashion and is most clear in advertising where choice and freedom are sold as a commodity. And also in the commodification and reification of sex. We forget that sex is not a thing, it's a relationship. Self realization and freedom is achieved by getting or buying something new. Redemption is achieved by winning the lottery or becoming a celebrity. The common factor is that the person's agency has not been tested or exercised. It has been subverted. This so-called freedom is not freedom at all, it is the opposite, and he cites Mercedes as claiming that a car was `completely intuitive'(p60). A machine being intuitive?? There is an almost psychotic muddling and mystification of the boundaries between humanness and non-humanness, between the pour-soi and the en-soi. He continues the illustration with the example of a Mercedes (again) that has no way for the driver to check the oil level. Instead, a message appears on a screen that says simply `service required'. (Checking the oil requires a service??!!) The driver is not told, nor is thought worthy of being told, why the service is required and is not given the option of doing it himself. All in the name of freedom. Yes, it is a freedom from messing around with rags etc, but in a more profound sense it makes the driver more dependent on something outside his sphere of influence. The driver is in fact complicit in this reduction of freedom and is entangled in a co-dependent relationship with the car company, the dealership, the software designer, and the shareholders who together have the power to tell the owner when to buy a new car that will promise even more freedom. This sort of freedom is the holy grail, indeed it has a spiritual quality. But it is an illusion. Aided and abetted by our complicity with the state and state sponsored monopoly capital we are not becoming more intelligent, we are becoming more like `idiots' (p.98). He clarifies usefully that the original Greek meaning of `idiot' refers not to intelligence but to privacy, someone who `someone who fails to grasp his public role which entails[...] a relation of active concern to others' (p.98). Someone who does not grasp his or her being-in-the-world. Someone who fetishises individuality and specialness. This is the meaning of narcissism.
This rhetoric of freedom is seductive. A personal example - I was thinking of buying a new car recently and was momentarily seduced by an accessory that meant that the windscreen wipers went on by themselves whenever it rained. At last I was free from having turn them on myself -Yes, I want one. As I said, momentarily - I went off the idea when I decided I preferred the freedom to choose whether to have the wipers on or not. It's me that's driving this car, not the car company. It is a part of the idealization (and therefore misunderstanding) of creativity that evokes our tendency for magical thinking and delusions of omnipotence which are characteristics of narcissism. The experience of apparently faultless objects breaking is an affront to this narcissism, this `idiocy', and the trust we (mis)place in the manufacturer. The trust we (mis)place in the manufacturer is the same trust we disown in ourselves. At our cost. By understanding not just how things (objects, relationships, skills etc) work but dealing with and overcoming failure by ones own actions and discovering what can be mended and what cannot, tempers the conceits of narcissism, idiocy, absolute mastery and specialness.
Removed from the process of manufacture into the anaesthetizing process of consumption we nevertheless have a basic need to own in the sense of making ones own, the objects in our world. To be in-the-world. As making our own clothes, literally making our clothes personal, becomes less common, our involvement in those things that make us `us' - e.g. our clothes, degenerates into the next best thing - shopping for clothes. At least if I can't make my clothes, I will choose and buy my own clothes. In the example of cars, I make a car my car by being free to choose (sic) the accessories that will make it a one-off and truly mine, and not like yours. As anyone who has worked with a client with a shopping issue knows, this is not a solution to the problem. The new item only satisfies temporarily because the gap it fills is nothing to do with clothes. It is one of a difficulty with ownership of agency. The problem is one of powerlessness and engagement with life and its vicissitudes.
These are just a few of the interlocking themes in this thought provoking book which is simultaneously extremely personal at the same time as being far reaching. His example is our example. All we have to do is provide our own example.
Although he talks about the value of manual work, hands are a metaphor for personal agency, the way the present-at-hand transforms into the ready-to-hand, engagement with problem solving and the ability to take a task through from beginning to end. To know from experience the qualitative difference between the beginning, the middle and the end. And to be able to persevere and succeed by ones own ability.
In order to find out the accuracy of Crawford's thesis, readers could do worse than to ask themselves what it is exactly that they find meaningful about their jobs.

Martin Adams


Narcissism: A New Theory
Narcissism: A New Theory
by Neville Symington
Edition: Paperback
Price: £25.99

2 of 3 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars Disappointing. A for effort and an E for execution, 16 April 2013
Symington's position is that
1. rather than narcissism being caused by environmental deficit, it is the result of a choice being made to turn away from the other. And as it is a choice it can be unmade.
2. the internal sense of the `life-giver' is dependent on stable predictable relationships with care givers in the outside world.
It is these 2, but mainly the first, that enables Symington to assert that his is an existential theory.

The question is, just because Symingtons thesis involves choice and relationality, does this make it existential?

1. In spite of talking about `choice' his is not an existential theory because it is thoroughly embedded in psychoanalytic theory. Just because a theory uses some existential terms doesn't make it an existential theory. He talks about internal objects, mechanisms, psychic reality, unconscious processes etc etc. This means that his conceptual language makes it not possible for him to talk existentially about experience, co-constituted identity, or the existential nature of choice. His notion of the `life giver' is never really explained because psychoanalysis is just not equipped to explain such a thing. He tries to explain it but he doesn't have the means. We know what he is probably getting at but it cannot be explained with what he has at his disposal.
2. He is a psychoanalyst talking to other psychoanalysts. Therefore he has to use psychoanalytic language and theory. He is caught because on the one hand he is trying to keep his audience on side by using (their joint) familiar and agreed language, but on the other hand he is trying to explain something that cannot be explained in that language. But if he used a different language ie if he drew on Buber, Heidegger, Kierkegaard, Sartre, Merleau-Ponty etc and was able to talk about `being' qualities, love, sense-of-self, authenticity, intersubjectivity, nothingness, original project, paradox and autonomy, he would lose his audience, but that language would be able to say what he wants to say. It's additionally frustrating because although he does know these writers he seems reluctant to draw on them.
3. Contrary to what he says, he has not developed a radically new theory, he has done what countless others have done and that is to tack on a concept on to the side of psychoanalysis and expect it to stick. It doesn't.
4. He uses some existential and phenomenological words without saying where he got them from. He talks about Intentionality as if he invented it but doesn't go into it. He equates Husserl's ego with Freuds ego when it is entirely different. He also misrepresents existential therapy to aid his argument. He creates a false opposition.


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5.0 out of 5 stars buy this, 16 Oct 2012
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This is an excellent product. It works and you can see the moths stuck to it. Count them day by day and know that they are dead and wont trouble you again!


Plum Square Outdoor Play Wooden Sand Pit
Plum Square Outdoor Play Wooden Sand Pit
Offered by tablet_books
Price: £41.99

2 of 5 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars Don't bother. Make your own, 25 July 2012
= Durability:1.0 out of 5 stars  = Fun:3.0 out of 5 stars  = Educational:4.0 out of 5 stars 
This is not a good product at all. The sides are OK. The top is flimsy and wont last in the weather and the bottom is like J cloth. Completely unnecessary drainholes the sand leaks out of. It came with no instructions and you'd be better off using your DIY skills making your own out of tongue and groove for the sides and exterior ply for the top and bottom. Result - better sand pit that will last.


A Week in December
A Week in December
by Sebastian Faulks
Edition: Paperback
Price: £6.29

3 of 4 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars very disappointing, 5 Feb 2011
This review is from: A Week in December (Paperback)
I found this book hugely disappointing on many levels. There are many characters that are drawn sketchily and rather roughly, and hardly any of them get to be more than one dimensional stereotypes. And few of the lines they say ring true. Only 3 characters, Gabriel the lawyer, Jenni the train driver and the Spike the footballer inspire any sympathy. Also the author can't make up his mind whether to be a narrator, a commentator or a describer. Or whether he is writing a story of contemporary London life or a dystopic fantasy of London life in a parallel reality. There is nothing that tells about London life in December. The many plot lines that lurch predictably towards a climax except that it isn't, its just a conversation between two characters that leads nowhere. Because of the many plot lines it requires the author to have researched all the characters and subjects well. He has done this for one, the financier, but not for the others. By far the most irritating thing for someone who knows London, and the novel is supposed to be about London, is that the author mixes real and fictitious places in London. In a passage on Hackney on Page 1 Faulks talks about Dalston Road when a glance at the AtoZ shows that there is no such road, it is Dalston Lane. While this could be bad proof reading or research there are other fictitious places like Ferrers End and North Park. Its obvious from the text where they are geographically. So why doesn't Faulks say. It just confuses the reader.......Don't bother. The author has overreached himself and come unstuck It could have been a reasonable book if it had a good editor.


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