John C Wright and his blog


Discovering one of your favourite authors has a blog can be exciting. it can also, be a let-down if the author reveals himself to be, while as intelligent and erudite as one expects, not quite as likeable as one would have hoped.

John C Wright’s blog is extensive and allows the reader a good peek into his thoughts and beliefs. In some cases, especially in his faith, his emotional honesty is admirable and moving. In other instances, such as his spirited defence of monogamy and sexual chastity, his thoughts are interesting and occasionally bracing.

However, in other cases, especially in his attitude towards women, which seem to be firmly stuck in golden age of scifi, there is less to admire. The fact that he posts images of attractive women in his blog is an adolescent trait that is unfortunately in keeping with that attitude. Coupled with a distinct streak of homophobia and there were times, while reading his blog, that I started to regret ever having discovered it.

There is also his personal style of expression. I used to joke that my blog-entry style is quite school-marmish, a little prim, a little proper, perhaps a little emotionally distant. John C Wright’s writing style, the ways his thoughts parse into words can best be described as crotchety old bachelor-scholar with a tendency to pomposity. It is so different from his fiction writing style that I cant quite reconcile the two.

Nonetheless, I have subscribed to it. There is much in his blog that I enjoy and he writes with spirit and vigour (even if he does seem to enjoy the sound of his own voice a bit). If only some of the charity, humility and compassion that his faith exhorts in its followers could shine through in his blog. Or maybe it is just his writing style.

more fire returns


On Saturday Night, i went to the regular monthly reggae night at Brown Alley hosted by stalwarts Jesse I and Ras Crucial, More Fire, and was pleasantly surprised. I’d been getting more and more disappointed with More Fire ever since the move from Deep11 to Brown Alley. Even though the music, a mixture of roots and dancehall reggae, had not changed with the shift of venue, the space had changed the night. Brown Alley’s main dancefloor space downstairs was just too big and the crowd always seemed a bit lost, scattered over three different spaces. True, Deep11 was huge but the main floor downstairs provided the concentrated focus that kept the atmosphere alive and pumping.

On Saturday night, More Fire was moved up to the top floor of Brown Alley, a smaller single space with low ceilings, the DJ stand at one end and the bar at the other. Very dark with huge speakers and deep bass, the crowd probably wasnt any bigger than usual but the dancefloor was packed and it made a difference. The type of crowd also made a difference. The last few times I’d been, there hadnt been many african people or rastas at More Fire.  That had flattened the night. For some reason, possibly because it was More Fire’s Halle Selassie birthday celebration (23/7/1892), the crowd felt much more like the old crowd at Deep 11 and it felt like the old Deep11 More Fire nights.