How to Sharpen Pencils: A Practical and Theoretical Treatise on the Artisanal Craft of Pencil Sharpening for Writers, Artists, Contractors, Flange Turners, Anglesmiths, & Civil Servants by David Rees
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
There is a point in a middle-class existence where one looks around at all of the chintzy mass-produced garbage which so thoroughly fills our life and wonders — desperately — if there can’t be something just a bit more refined. Something just a bit more real.
And so we turn to good whisk[e]ys and wines. Or we turn to German sports cars that we can’t really afford. Or we build a woodshop in the garage and slowly drive ourselves mad chasing the craftsmanship that our grandfathers were unable to pass on to us through our ill-gotten haze of wasted Saturdays filled with nothing more than pop-rocks and cartoons.
One place that I have turned to fill this hole in my life is well-made writing instruments. There is much joy and humanity to be found in placing the tip of a fountain pen to a good sheet of paper or in turning a perfectly-crafted wooden pencil in a fine German single-blade sharpener. And it’s this experience which is the subject of this book which is at the same time a reference book, a how-to guide, and a meditative spiritual tract.
Because sharpening a pencil is not just about moving as quickly as possible from “a yellow stick” to “a thing one can mark paper with”. It is about that, true. The functionality of a well-sharpened pencil is key. But it’s also about the texture of the paint under your fingertips. It’s also about the heft of the pencil in your hand. It’s also about the smell of the freshly released cedar as you slowly remove everything that isn’t a sharpened pencil.
Sharpening a pencil is a full-sense task. And, as such, it is a task that should be taken up with the utmost care lest you waste another moment on this planet without actually seeing any of it.
While instructional, this book is also very funny with charts and footnotes lightening the mood on almost every page. I was particularly impressed with Chapter 11, “A Few Words About Mechanical Pencils”. While I ultimately disagree with Mr. Rees’ assessment of those tools, he made his argument passionately and persuasively.
I think it’s also important to note the design of the physical book as well. It is a classic work that leans strongly on Futura. Every chapter heading, every sub-heading stands out as something worth remarking upon. I normally read electronic books but in this case, I highly recommend purchasing a paperback to hold in your hand. It is a worthwhile exercise and experience.
I really enjoy this kind of book. From Kidder’s The Soul of a New Machine to Zachary’s Show Stopper! (with a healthy dose of video game stuff like Montfort and Bogost’s Racing the Beam thrown in for good measure), I’ll almost always going to pick up a book that tells the inside stories and battles of the tech products I love (and the industry which makes them).
Unfortunately, this book doesn’t reach the heights of the genre. This has left me confused since it seems to have all of the major pieces to be a classic piece of tech history.
As I’ve been reflecting on it, I think I’ve figured out why: to steal the metaphor from this book’s title, the console war of the late-80s to mid-90s was fought on two fronts (Japan and the United States) across multiple arenas (with product development and marketing being the most notable). But, Console Wars only really describes the marketing battles in the US. I’m sure that’s a much easier story to write. The author is American, after all, so I’m sure it was much easier to talk to the Americans from the story. Since most of the product development was actually happening in Japan, American marketing was really all that was left.
But I’m more of a product guy. Yeah, marketing is important and I remember the commercials and I certainly picked sides back in the day (Big-N all the way! Play it loud!), but I really want to know the stories of the products that I spent so many of hours of my youth with. Who figured out Mode 7 and how’d they choose the chips for it? How many hours did Team Sonic spend agonizing over the exact speed of our favorite hedgehog?
Most importantly, though, are the questions “How did the 32X happen?” and “How did the Saturn happen?”. From the perspective of the Americans in the book, these decisions were just handed down by fiat with no explanation. But for decisions that were almost company-killers (and ultimately decided the console war that the book is describing), that’s unsatisfying. By not providing Sega of Japan’s side of the story, it makes them seem cartoonishly incompetent; and I don’t think that’s fair. They were undoubtedly working against a set of constraints and making the best decisions they could with limited information. But without actually knowing those constraints or that information, we’re left with a big gaping hole in the story that can, at best, be filled with wispy insinuations.
Without the Japanese side of the story, this book provides an ultimately superficial look at the great console war. It’s entertaining to see at least part of the inside story of such a major part of my childhood but it left me largely unsatisfied.
I normally read books about spaceships or dragons (or that rare gem about spaceships and dragons). This book has neither so it is somewhat far afield from my more typical fare. Still, SF/F isn’t all I read so I feel I was able to give this a fair shot. Unfortunately, even accounting for the lack of the fantastical, I found this one wanting.
Truthfully, I am even less the target audience than I originally thought: though I have my vices, marijuana has never been one of them. So I find Doc’s (that would be the main character) reflexive lighting of a join as his default reaction to any situation to be a bit off-putting. Recreational drug use is all well and good but having it be your only answer for “I want to have sex”, “I just had sex”, “I almost killed a guy”, “A guy almost killed me”, “I have to talk to a guy”, “I can’t talk to a guy”, and so on just becomes monotonous. It just seems so unnecessary. But maybe that’s accurate for stoner culture. Perhaps it adds verisimilitude. I wouldn’t know.
What I do know is that all of the drug use made the book significantly longer than it needed to be. If it’s not the loving descriptions of drug rituals or specific trips, it’s the confusing and meandering dialog driven by all the characters always being too high to readily understand one another. It very quickly stops being whimsical and starts feeling tediously unnecessary.
And then there’s all. the. sex. I was born well after “free love” turned into “Oh my God! Look at all these STDs!” so it could just be my lack of perspective on the times, but it strikes me as ludicrous that such an astoundingly unaccomplished man could walk into almost any room and then instantly have one or more women dropping their miniskirts (and it’s *always* a miniskirt) in his general direction. From the tail-end of 2014, this seems more like somewhat-disturbing wish-fulfillment on the part of the author than anything that could provide meaning to the narrative. It doesn’t really drive the story and, though it it might be providing some amount of color for the characters and their setting, quickly becomes farcical and unnecessary.
Doc himself is less of an anti-hero and more of a non-hero. As a PI, he’s working cases but not really solving them. When he finds a missing person, it turns out they’ve already gone home by the time he lays eyes on them. When he figures something out, it turns out to be completely unactionable. When he finally confronts a villain, it’s because a different character shoved him in that direction and Doc just happened to wander out of his hazy pot cloud at mostly the right time.
At the end of the book, things have pretty much arranged themselves for (slightly) better with pretty much no help from Doc. If there was a larger literary point to Doc’s shaky and mostly inconsequential voyage through the plot, it escaped me and I found even Doc to be unnecessary.
You may have noticed the theme of this review: I found the book to be largely unnecessary. It wasn’t bad exactly; just unenjoyable and unedifying. It was like watching someone else watch a movie (or maybe it was like watching someone else get high).
The chief highlight was the humor. In places, the drug-twisted dialog was almost Douglas Adams-esque (which is high praise). But these moments were too few and too far between to allow me to recommend this book or to feel particularly glad that I read it.
This was a rollicking page turner with a well-developed noir-world, a compelling conspiracy-plot keeping things moving, and enough “big ideas” to satisfy any sci-fi/space-opera fan.
In particular, I really like the universe that Corey builds. It’s lived in; it feels dirty and heavy. I particularly like the details (like the Belter creole) which highlight the difference between the outer and inner solar system. I also think it’s fascinating that a story set in a world dominated by Earth and Mars never actually visits Earth or Mars: a lesser book wouldn’t have been able to pull that off and would have wasted agonizing pages showing us leaders on the inner planets sneering.
In my last book review, I lamented that the main character was essentially flawless. That’s essentially my main issue with this book as well. Perhaps I’m just becoming too hard to please in my old age, but I’m annoyed that one character’s chief flaw is that he’s just too righteous while the other’s is that he’s just too good at his job.
In the case of the first, that’s what other characters actually say about Holden. In the latter, there’s a weird disconnect between what the book tries to say about Miller (he’s a drunk, he can’t be trusted, he’s not a good detective) and what the book shows us about him (he keeps closing cases, he’s fired because he’s solving the case his boss didn’t expect him to solve, everyone he kills legitimately needed killing within the reality of the story): methinks the book doth protest too much.
It’s not a big complaint and it does manage to keep the story moving at a fast clip (even allowing for sub-light travel times). I’m looking forward to the planned television series and to the next book. Both promise to be lots of fun.