Hello everyone. Well my timelines are still chock full of stuff to share (the quote above was on Phumzile van Damme’s Twitter feed, not sure the original source), so here we are again for some more. Grab a cup of your favourite brew, and let’s see what made it into my top ten his week.
We’ll start with Ben Trovato, shall we? Here he unpacks the violence in “Well, that was a weird atttempted coup.”
Rebecca Davis wrote this for Mandela Day. I really enjoyed it.
Anyone seen the sofa?
I’m still not sure about this “brutally open letter” to squirrel…what do you think?
I know there’s a lot this week on the aftermath of the looting, but this was good, Mark Gevisser – “A dream deferred”.
Let’s move abroad, shall we? This is the offensive post this week – skip it if you don’t like profanity. I didn’t watch or read much about the new space race between the wealthy members of the patriarchy, because – well actually I’m not going to explain it. This was funny, though.
Here’s some good written words about it. The headline is the FT – which is behind a paywall, but the link will take you to an article by Luke Savage.
Some good news – we Gautengers may not be able to visit Umhlanga, but soon (after our second jabs) we can go to France – oui? Oui.
And the music – found this version of Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran, which is not at all bad.
This is sad – Dr. Brytney Cobia telling patients it’s too late for the vaccine.
Twitter feed – “Only in Britain would a road look like this”. South Africans.. “Hold my beer”. Read the comments, they’re hilarious.
We are on about 12/10, and you’re still here. Waiting for the cute pets post ? Here it is.
Ok, I’m done – last one is how cold it was in Gauteng this week. And SA, actually. The link is to the Twitter post where the weather service warned us IN CAPS. With exclamation points. Loved Robyn Porteous’s take on it.
That’s really all for today. Have a great weekend everybody, and keep the content coming.
Yes, it’s me. We’ve had such a bad few weeks in SA. And somewhat counter-intuitvely (or maybe not so much, maybe because of it) there have been so many many lovely posts from all of my beautiful friends – to cheer me up, no doubt, but also just because we human beans are good at spreading hope when sadness, anger, pain and anxiety abound.
So it behooves me to revert to what I did many years ago, in the spirit of Mufasa and Ubuntu, to share the social media love. Below are ten links that I came across – some to read, some to watch, some to listen. All I found uplifting, interesting, funny or even relevant in some way. They connected me to friends, to the good side of humanity out there and made this journey better.
Click, or scroll past, and then come back to check out the rest. [Editing note – I really hope the links work, it’s been such a long time, and everything has changed, and technology has always been challenging…I’ll double check once I’ve posted.]
Steve Hall felt similarly to me – so he wrote a poem. He has many “What’s going on, Dad” versions – he’s done this before. They’re all good, this one is just so relevant.
The second is from MTN’s CEO, Godfrey Motswa. I have no more words, he says. And that is the only lie in the article. He does. And they’re beautiful.
Looting started in Cape Town, was the headline – and my heart sank. But it shouldn’t have, because it didn’t really, of course…
This story made me smile – it was on WhatsApp, so I’ve just copied it here.
South Africa might be under assault from protesters, looters, and criminals right now, and the army might be deployed – but all is not lost, it seems… People are standing together as never before.
A friend of ours just had the following experience at a small supermarket in Schoemansville, Hartbeespoort. She is a generally apprehensive person and prefers to limit risk and to stay away from danger as far as possible.
She had to buy some items and went to the Supermarket. As she approached the Supermarket, she saw a Taxi behind her. She thought nothing of it. As she stopped in the parking area, however, she just saw a whole line of taxis pull up opposite the road. With no easy escape, she decided to stay in her vehicle, to lock the doors, and to “sit it out” with her heart beating with anticipation. She had no idea what the sudden presence of all the taxis meant.
A man came to her window and knocked on the glass. “Mam. You can go to the shop. WE are all here to protect you. Come. I will go with you. Please don’t be afraid. My name is Tsepo, and I am from the Taxi Association. Come.” She was led into the store and back out with the Taxi Drivers around, escorted by Tsepo from the Taxi Association, to the shop and back to her car, where he saw her on her way, safely.
Thank you to our Taxi Association and its members for proving to us that racism is not a real problem any longer, it is only a political tool. Thank you to Tsepo and our Taxi Drivers for keeping our friend safe, for reassuring her, and for ensuring that she, and others, can shop and move freely, without fear.
This is the South Africa I want to live in. The one I am proud of. The one that is within reach, if only we can stand together!
FROM A whatsapp group
We’ve seen some innovation – click the picture of the taxis – our new defense force – for the next video.
You guys must know Ozzy Man? If you do, there is probably no need for a language warning. but if you don’t, then you should probably give this a skip – it’s worse than usual, and that is saying a lot.
The picture of the moment…and if you click on it, Robyn Vorster shares her thoughts, which are always poignant, and she lists a few ways you can help.
We love music – this was also from a WhatsApp group, and the words are beautiful. Matthew West – Take Heart
The other thing we love is dogs and cats – dogs were the original love, but cats have taken over, I’m afraid to say. So here’s the cutest cat video you’ve ever seen.
And on twitter, of course, there are loads of 35-39 vaccineerers. I love you all, and I’m so excited for you. For the hesitant, this is what’s in the vaccine. (No link here, just a pic).
Thanks all of you for reading. And thanks to all my friends who brought me so much laughter and joy and love and hope.
So it is fair to say that Belinda Bauer is one of my favourite authors. There is always mystery, suspense, and the best of all – surprise. After all those titles, you’d be forgiven for thinking that I cannot be surprised and intrigued anymore. You’d be wrong about that.
Exit is a book that should not be mentioned in too much detail before reading. The less you know, the better. So if you’ve read my reviews before, and you trust me, just go and get it and lose yourself for a day or two.
Oh, you’re still here. Well then, what you need to know is that Felix needs to keep a dying man company and he arrives at his house to do just that, and next thing he is on the run, hoping not to be accused of a heinous crime.
It’s full of humour, suspense, quirky characters, and it is written in such an engaging, original style. If this is your first Belinda Bauer, I’m a little jealous – you are in for such a treat! Oh I should mention – some of her novels are a little dark. For me that just makes them better, and this one is less shadowy than some of her others, but do be warned.
5 stars to a lovable cast, a pacy plot and a package that always impresses.
There are few authors for whom I unhesitatingly accept a new manuscript , to read in exchange for a review. Why me? I always ask myself. “Are they desperate for reviewers, because no one else likes it? What am I going to say about it if it’s awful?” I have no such fears when it comes to Kate Quinn. I don’t think there’s a book of hers I haven’t loved. (The Alice Network, The Mistress of Rome being two of my favourites, but The Huntress being outstanding – there are not enough words for how much I loved that book).
With this one, I didn’t even read the blurb, I just dived right in. And I have to say, that is usually a good strategy for me – the less I know about the book before reading it, the better. How deliciously refreshing and fabulously entertaining this was.
Set in 1940, in England, we meet dazzling and brilliant Osla who is a whiz at languages – underestimate her at your peril; the rather drab Mab, who has exceptional typing and shorthand skills and thought it “better to live an old maid with a shiny desk and a salary in the bank, proudly achieved through the sweat of her own efforts, than end up disappointed and old before her time thanks to long factory hours and too much childbirth” and Beth, who can solve crossword puzzles in a jiffy. All spinsters, and guess where they land up together? In Buckinghamshire, at Bletchley Park, no other. Don’t they all sound delightful?
For those of you (like me) bingeing on The Crown on Netflix, there’s also a dalliance with Prince Phillip, old Dickie (Mountbatten) and many references to the actual characters featuring in that mysterious court of codebreaking, guard of military secrets and house of spies.
There’s also a royal wedding in 1947 – Prince Philip and Princess Elizabeth. And a race to break some code, and rescue a friend trapped in the Clockwell Sanitorium. All rather exciting stuff for three brainy girls. Who woulda guessed they also had a part to play in the war and its aftermath?
With Kate Quinn, there is always enough mystery, romance, plot, danger and intrigue to keep you glued. Not to mention the intricate and complex relationships between heroines with no end of talent for adventure. Which is as well, because at 656 pages this had me loving every one.
Review: Building Capital – The Development of Asset Management in South Africa by Muitheri Wahome.
When Muitheri told me that she was writing a book, about two years ago, I was excited and intrigued. When she told me that it was about the history of asset management in South Africa, I thought two things – one, there is no better person that I can think of to write this book and two, I cannot wait to read it. I love the work I do – which also happens to be in the asset management industry in South Africa. I also love a good story, especially when it is historical. You can imagine my delight when I received an early copy of the book – all of those passions to be unpacked in 250 pages.
I found a free weekend, and tucked in. My copy started with some acknowledgements – in keeping with Muitheri’s generous style of giving space and voice to the characters that leap off the pages. She observes that there is little documented history when it comes to South African Asset Management. That is a great pity, since our country has experienced a wealth of experience, a diversity of views and a plethora of highly skilled players in this space – most of whom are eminently qualified to string a few sentences together. The author gives time for tellings that are “in their own words”. As I was reading, I wouldn’t have been surprised had some of the doyens walked from the offices and boardrooms into my room – it felt like they were that close.
Muitheri’s style is engaging and inclusive and paints an accurate and vivid picture, and anyone with even a mild interest in the subject will find themselves drawn into this rich and thorough account. (Who knows, perhaps even my long-suffering husband, who often despairs of my endless “industry chats” when he is at the table?)
Muitheri goes further however. Not only has this book been based on extensive interviews, but she has trawled through many data sources – from surveys to newspapers, financial publications, and even actuarial society journals – there are (a few) members among that profession who will attest to never having read a single one in full. All the research is placed in its proper historical context, and used to enhance the colourful characters. The story flows from the origins of the JSE, through the establishment of an insurance industry, and incorporates all the major thought leaders and developments – often pioneering ideas – that built the asset management industry.
I’ve now got a beautiful hardcover version that will take pride of place on my shelf. I’m grateful to Muitheri for her labour of passion. This was a story that needed to be told, and Muitheri took the time and invested the energy to do so well. John Morley, the 1st Viscount Morley of Blackburn said “It is not enough to do good; one must do it the right way”. Muitheri has led the way in doing just that, and I share her hope that there will be many more accounts written on this topic, from differing perspectives.
I was fascinated when I saw that Mary L. Trump, Donald Trump’s niece had written a biography of what is possibly the world’s most infamous family in the current context.
I picked it up again this year, and saw that she is writing as a family member and as a PhD in psychology. So we know what the angle will be. Also the sub-title “How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man” indicates no small degree of self awareness.
As the blurb notes, she “shines a bright light on the dark history of their family in order to explain how her uncle became the man who now threatens the world’s health, economic security, and social fabric” As she states “No one knows how Donald came to be who he is better than his own family. Unfortunately, almost all of them remain silent out of loyalty or fear. I’m not hindered by either of those. In addition to the firsthand accounts I can give as my father’s daughter and my uncle’s only niece, I have the perspective of a trained clinical psychologist. Too Much and Never Enough is the story of the most visible and powerful family in the world. And I am the only Trump who is willing to tell it.”
I found this unputdownable. It reads like an episode of one of my favourite soapies, much darker and more unbelievable – as reality often is. The sibling rivalry, fights over money and power, and deceit and distrust was tangible. And so believable, because we’ve watched the effect of this creation play out in what was the world’s greatest democracy but is certainly a monumental stage. Mary’s father died quite young – he was the eldest Trump son, but he had already been stripped of his inheritance – his father having passed him over for Donald.
Mary doesn’t hesitate to draw parallels with what is happening today – and is unashamedly salty with her metaphors – I quote two of many.
“Donald was to my grandfather what the border wall has been for Donald: a vanity project funded at the expense of more worthy pursuits.” and when he won in 2016 – “(it) felt as though 62,979,636 voters had chosen to turn this country into a macro version of my malignantly dysfunctional family.”
But I think what I loved most about this book was that I felt vindicated to the bottom of my soul. When I used to read or listen to (which I had to stop) any of the man’s speeches or press conferences, I would have a visceral reaction. Mostly with a “how can anyone believe this?” face. But if I dared voice my disbelief, there were countless others raised violently in opposition – “don’t believe the mainstream media (MSM)” they’d chant. Or “the evil democrats are far worse”. I didn’t understand how the MSM could change the actual words coming from his mouth or the truly diabolical things he asked us to believe as alternative realities.
After Trump lost the election, rock legend Bruce Springsteen made this eerily accurate prediction. Perhaps he’d read the book. If I’d read it earlier, maybe I’d have seen this coming too. In fact, Mary said – “by the time this book is published, hundreds of thousands of American lives will have been sacrificed on the altar of Donald’s hubris and willful ignorance. If he is afforded a second term, it would be the end of American democracy.” Mary also noted his “never lose” blind spot, of which more should have been made, to prevent what transpired.
I know I’ve quoted a lot (there’s so much more if you read the book), in part because I found reading this book and writing this review had a purging effect. Knowing there isn’t much more of his term left to go, and having witnessed the raid on the Capitol that incited violence and caused death, I’m feeling strangely like the world will be a better place on January 21st. The purging has left me with a glimmer of hope – it was as bad as it seemed, but it’s nearly over.
“Donald’s monstrosity is the manifestation of the very weakness within him that he’s been running from his entire life. For him, there has never been any option but to be positive, to project strength, no matter how illusory, because doing anything else carries a death sentence; my father’s short life is evidence of that. The country is now suffering from the same toxic positivity that my grandfather deployed specifically to drown out his ailing wife, torment his dying son, and damage past healing the psyche of his favorite child, Donald J. Trump.”
Toxic positivity – for sure. From an unloved little boy who lied and cheated and manipulated the truth to get more, which was never enough.
Not the most appealing-looking of book covers, is it?
And I suppose that it won’t help either if I tell you that I’ve taken about a year to finally finish and review this book.
But you definitely shouldn’t let my poor discipline in reading this put you off starting. Let’s rather back up to the point of my inspiration to read it. Mariana Mazzucato was speaking at a CFA conference in London that I attended in May 2019. Subtitled “Disruption: The New Reality in Investment Management”, Mariana, a passionate Italian-American, now heading the Institute for Innovation and Public Purpose and at the University College London argued that economic theory we’ve all learned is problematic. We need an economy that encourages participation from both government and private sector (and rewards each appropriately, in recognition of their contributions), that is sustainable and that has a mission – a big one at that.
My imagination was captured. Just picture what the world would look like if we really could do that, I dreamed. This book is the foundation of those dreams – what really creates value in society, and what just makes (takes) money from ideas that have already been developed? In the preface, she quotes Oscar Wilde as saying that a cynic is one who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing…“economics is known as the cynical science. But it is exactly for this reason that change in our economic system must be underpinned by bringing value back to the centre of our thinking – we need a revived ability to contest the way the word value is used, keeping alive the debate, and not allowing simple stories to affect whose thinks productive and who is unproductive.”
A detailed history of the development of the economic wold follows, with reference to what is built by wealth creators that adds value and how value is extracted by landlords, portfolio managers and the like. But it isn’t that simple. In order for great innovation and growth to happen, we need collaboration, and government – often painted as boring, bureaucratic and unproductive, has an advantage in that it can afford the risk-taking that is so necessary yet unaffordable by the private sector. She uses an example of the development of the smart phone (reliant on the internet and SIRI – developed by DARPA, GPS developed by the US Navy and touchscreen display by the CIA). And there are many others.
So many questions are posed through the book about how we value things, how we should challenge the status quo and the capitalists who charge inappropriately for life-saving medical interventions and our traditional constrained thinking.
Many of the hopeful ideas and collaborations are not thrashed out fully in the book. However, given that Mazzucato advises on policy in this regard (from Mission-Oriented Research & Innovation in the EU to assisting Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez with the thinking behind The Green New Deal) she can be forgiven for ending where she did, replacing writing and thinking about this stuff with actually helping people implement these strategies. She’s also part of Cyril Ramaphosa’s Economic Advisory Council, tasked with igniting the South African economy.
Her critics will point to all the ways that this could fail – corrupt government, greedy capitalists, unwillingness to pay social taxes in production. However, when growth is desperately needed, and ideas and innovations to rescue us from lockdowns and economic devastation wreaked, I’d rather have an optimist and dreamer on my team than a cynic.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book, and will be quoting from it regularly, even if it’s just to my family around the dinner table for now.
There are some authors whose work I will grab/buy and run with/download so fast. I have even been known to sit down in the book store with my already-purchased book, and start imbibing while the rest of my family are still deciding.
Why not indeed? I am the child who was given a whole packet of (as yet unpurchased) Marie biscuits to eat through a Pick n Pay shopping experience, so that I didn’t worry my busy mother. I make no excuses. It’s learnt behaviour and I can blame my dear Mom.
It is 1932 and Violet Speedwell is not living her best life. The Great War has stolen her fiancé and a brother, leaving her to tea and toast with her bitter mother. Violet soldiers on, gathering her pennies so she can escape to Winchester, where there is a cathedral, and more importantly, a group of ‘broderers’ – the women who embroider the prayer cushions, and other paraphernalia that cathedrals require. She discovers her tribe there – including austere Dorothy, lovely Louisa and the ever glorious Gilda. In her happy place, she rediscovers herself and what she wants from her life.
This is a wonderful glimpse into a bygone era with new lenses. It’s a celebration of womanhood, community, presence and purpose. The characters are diverse and real, intense and stoic. The setting is austere and dramatic, the perfect backdrop for their passions.
I loved every minute. Every stitch was a memory, a nostalgic moment, a wiped tear. Just my kind of book. Thank you Ms. Chevalier for writing such masterpieces, not rushing the process and giving your readers (especially me) such joyous experiences.
When will my book reviews be confession-free? Especially of the old faithful, really boring “it’s been so long since I last reviewed a book” confession.
Well, here’s a new confession. I’m really struggling to read. Yeah, you read that right, sadly. I truly am. I think it’s the pathological “I-have-to-read-everything-about-COVID-19” part of me. It drives my behaviour, and I find I have very little time for anything else. And I’m exhausted. Go figure.
So, in desperation, when the last 2 for one sale on Audible hit, I chose some titles. My only criteria – the narrator. I listened and listened to all the excerpts. This one’s British – tick. And Sophie Kinsella – should be light and easier to read than the dark COVID stuff plaguing my brain day and night. Right?
Fixie (that’s her nickname, but when her name is finally revealed, you don’t really need the info) Farr is a fixer-upper. She’s obsessed in that way. She’s also fixated with “family first” and the family business – Farrs – a homeware general store. Since her father’s death, she’s helping Mom with the store, her brother Jake – who is keen on reaching a much posher target audience, and sister Nicole, who thinks yoga makes everything better.
Enter Sebastian, a stranger in a coffee shop who asks Fixie to keep an eye on his laptop while he takes a call. She does, and so much more. Then enter Ryan, the schoolboy crush who also needs fixing up, and best friend Hannah, a spreadsheet kinda girl who wants a baby, now.
Listening worked, but not only that – this was a great story. I was hooked in the first five minutes, and I just loved the characters, the plot, the everything. This is a fun read/listen, even if Fixie’s fixing is so annoying, so persistent and so self-destructive. I’m working on my patience with humanity, so maybe I had some left over for her in these trying times.
I finished it, I had fun doing so, and hopefully it’s broken my book austerity.
Morning all you beautiful people. Here we are on day 2 of lockdown in SA, courtesy of COVID-19, and tell me truthfully, how many of you are just a little stiff thanks to your over-zealous workouts from home yesterday?
When I used to be a blogger, I did a weekly Ten of the Best – my ten favourite clips/articles/pictures from the internet and social media sources from that week. Then I took a break, and also quite a big break from social media, which was restful. Now I’m finding I need all my virtual connections more than ever, and with the virus keeping us confined to our living spaces, the only way we can “get out” is on the WWW, or perhaps in a good book (if you’re not like me and struggling to read, that is).
Enough of the babble, let’s get into the stuff. If you haven’t been here before, what follows is my favourites, you click the video/picture to link to the content and come back for more. Seen it? Skip it. It’s that simple.
I suppose it’s fitting to start with my favourite clip of what this virus is, and why hand washing beats it.
And, the responses, oh the responses – especially the music. Yay for the music.
Here’s the first I saw and loved – A rewrite of Africa by Toto – please stay home South Africa.
Other countries took to their balconies – the Spanish, the Italians and the English. Hilarious.
And then the Berklee students, all locked down, showed us how it’s done.
And our very own Roedean School – Hallelujah. This is beautiful.
Of course, there are those of us (especially in SA) who will miss our takeaways and our Uber Eats. I loved the Nandos ad about this.
And this is how we all feel about that…
But the beautiful Kathleen O’Meara’s poem, ‘And People Stayed Home,’ which was written in 1869 is still so appropriate.
And people stayed home and read books and listened and rested and exercised
and made art and played
and learned new ways of being
and listened deeper
someone met their shadow
and people began to think differently
and people healed
and in the absence of people who lived in ignorant ways,
dangerous, meaningless and heartless,
even the earth began to heal
and when the danger ended
and people found each other
grieved for the dead people
and they made new choices
and dreamed of new visions
and created new ways of life
and healed the earth completely
just as they were healed themselves.
The explanation of the feelings of grief in this HBR article also touched a nerve.
And then there’s this – Rabbi Manis Friedman’s take on why we should welcome this.
There’s almost too much to choose from. And more everyday, which I shall be sharing in my timelines. But this went up last night – a beautiful rendition of an old hymn.
And yesterday, we were able to meet – not in a coffee shop but via Zoom, and hear a psychologist unpack all the emotions we’re feeling and explain how we need to be gentle with each other. This is a long clip, but if you’re needing an antidote to the news, this is it.
So people – hold each other in your hearts until we can hold each other physically again. Reach out to your friends, and show them love with your words, your voice, your virtual connection with them. And what I’ve learned recently is this – the virtual isn’t as good as the physical, but what is helpful is to go deeper – share more openly, be more vulnerable, love more freely and expressively and listen to each other’s pain. This is hard, but we can do it together.
Happy lockdown, friends and family. We’ve got this.