Un Lun Dun
19 journalers for this copy...
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Bookring
AileenAdler, travelling (Int)
Nell-Lu, UK (Int)
karen07814, UK (Int)
shakeyerbooty, UK (UK)
flambard, UK (Int)
KiwiinEngland, Ireland (pref. Europe or Asia/Oz/NZ)
Releanna, Austria (Int)
linguistkris, Austria (Europe)
Feloris, Austria (Europe)
anathema-device, Austria (Int)
Sandwood, Austria (Int)
mrbaggins1, South Africa (Int)
snufkin81, South Africa (Int)
Sfogs, New Zealand (Int)
rmjwold, Australia (Int)
awaywithfairies, Australia (Aus)
Tinina67, Australia (Int)
Dreamer-kitty, Canada (Int)
Update, Mar 2012: the book has been with Dreamer-kitty for over a year. A replacement has been offered by vedranaster. The bookring continues: see the journal entries for the new copy.
Released 15 yrs ago (3/23/2009 UTC) at By mail / post / courier, By Mail/Post/Courier -- Controlled Releases
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Un Lun Dun is travelling with Aileen Adler for the first stage of its journey.
It would be awful if we lost all the postcard stories in the post, so can everyone make two journal entries please? - One with your thoughts on the book and one with your postcard story. Please could you also upload photos or scans of each side of your postcard: one can be attached to each JE.
(I know uploading journal entry pics has been tricky recently, so if you can't upload, would you be able to email your postcard images to us? PM TheLostBook to get an email address.)
Thanks, and happy reading!
I was in London when I read this, so a postcard of the London Eye seemed appropriate.
I’ve discovered the London Eye wasn’t the first giant Ferris wheel in the city. The Victorians had one in 1895!
"This slowly revolving wheel takes you up to a good height, from which you have a splendid view of bricks and mortar below you; and there is just that touch of danger which always gives piquancy to pleasure, that perhaps it may stop, and refuse to go on, and its patrons may have to be fed on buns and soda water by venturesome sailors."
The Great Wheel did in fact get stuck for 4 ½ hours in May 1896, while the London Eye broke down for an hour in March 2008. In the 21st Century there were "comfort packs with water, blankets and glucose tablets" rather than buns, soda water, and venturesome sailors. I know which I’d prefer!
Released 15 yrs ago (3/25/2009 UTC) at Bookring/Bookray, -- By post or by hand/ in person -- Canada
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This is going back to Edinburgh to Nell-Lu. Safe travels, little book.
The notion of politicians scheming to make themselves look good by dumping all their pollution on someone else is entirely unfantastic, but don’t worry – although the characters' motivations are prosaic, and therefore believable, the world of Un Lun Dun is full of imagination, invention and interest. I particularly like the binja.
The illustrations add atmosphere. My personal favourite is the ghost street light on p.210, containing all the street lights it has been over the centuries.
(My postcard shows the building of the galleries on The Mound in Edinburgh)
The Royal Scottish Academy (originally the Royal Institution) and the National Gallery of Scotland are built on The Mound, a steeply inclined road (agony to cycle up) that connects Edinburgh's Old and New Towns. Well, it's a road now. Back then The Mound was just a mound - a pile of rubbish. Moil - or moie, really. But, it was a useful shortcut. People clambered over it. Eventually it was paved. Its name is the only reminder now that it started out as junk.
Released 15 yrs ago (3/28/2009 UTC) at Controlled Release, A Bookcrossing member -- Controlled Releases
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Un Lun Dun is travelling to karen07814 in Essex. Hope you enjoy the book and have fun with your postcard story - I certainly did!
It required effort for me in that I have not read anything for a very long time and had to try and re-engage the child side of my brain. However there is plenty for adults with a lot of plays on words in various languages to be found throughout the book.
Very entertaining and absorbing
Released 15 yrs ago (4/7/2009 UTC) at
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'St Mary's Chapel is one of only six surviving bridge chapels in England. The building dates back from the 14th century and has seen many uses in it's time. These include, a couple of cottages, a prison, a Presbyterian meeting room and a carpenter's workshop.
The chapel is said to be haunted by the Padley Martyrs, three Roman Catholic priests who were executed during the religious persecutions led by the Earl of Shrewsbury, Lord Lieutenant of Derbyshire. Their rather gruesome remains were hung from the chapel for all to see. It is said that on the anniversary of the execution, cries of torment can be heard over the River Derwent.'
Released 15 yrs ago (4/21/2009 UTC) at By mail, A Bookring -- Controlled Releases
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Sending onto flambard. Hope you enjoy it.
Wanderingstar8 has asked to be skipped from the ring, so it will be on its way to KiwiinEngland in, er, Ireland shortly!
My Horsham postcard:
During the war with Napoleon, imports from France were banned and a lucrative smuggling operation flourished, landing illicit goods on the Sussex shore which were then taken north to London by secretive routes. Horsham was ideally placed as a staging post - 20 miles from the coast and only a few miles south of one of the few gaps through the North Downs, hills which blocked the route to London. It was also bordered to the east by thick forest, remnants of the great primeval forest of Anderada, and there were many smugglers' hoards which spent at least a few hours buried there in hollows among the oaks, elms, hazels and beeches. Could it be a coincidence that this is when the terrifying Squire Paulett first appeared? This headless phantom would lurk among the trees at the edge of the forest road, waiting for a rider to come by. Paulett would then leap up behind the horseman, wrap a skeletal arm round his neck and cling to him despite all struggles, cries for mercy and attempts to throw him off until they reached the far side of the forest. Here the spectral Squire would finally loosen his grip and slip away among the shadows to await another victim. Or could it just have been a tale spread by those in the know to frighten people away from the hiding places of that French brandy?
Released 14 yrs ago (5/6/2009 UTC) at By mail, A Bookring -- Controlled Releases
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To KiwiinEngland
I will read this ASAP.
The characters were heroic and scared and happy and confused and got angry and had to eat...not cut out heros at all but brilliantly realistic.
I liked curdle, the little milk carton that followed Deeba around and tried to be helpful. I also enjoyed the concept of the meat eating killer giraffes and how the giraffes in the zoo we know are hippy vegeterians.
*The postcard I am putting with the book shows a statue of Molly Malone, also known as the tart with the cart and the flirt in the skirt.*
"Dublin has many busy market places, some operate daily and others weekly. Horse and carts are still used to transport fruit and vegetables to the Moore St market. The first sunday of the month sees the cobbled Smithfield market turn into a horse fair. There are numerous flea markets, a weekend book market, and in Temple Bar is an organic food market. Around Merrion Square the fence becomes a colourful open air art gallery as local artists hang and sell their work."
Happy travels to KiwiinEngland and the book - both going to Vienna tomorrow to meet Releanna!
Released 14 yrs ago (5/29/2009 UTC) at Wien Bezirk 01 - Innere Stadt, Wien Austria
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I will be passing this on to the next reader in person. I hope they enjoy it as much as I do.
The one point minus I have to make because Mr. Mieville asserted that cats are too stupid to cross to Unlondon. My cat Isis, who read most of the book with me, says that is simply not true ;)
My postcard shows Grinzing, part of the 19th district of Vienna, home of the Heurigen (wine locals)
Released 14 yrs ago (6/12/2009 UTC) at www.thelostbook.net, A Bookring -- Controlled Releases
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book goes on to linguistkris now
I wasn't really aware this was an YA book before I started, but whether it was that or the more familiar London backdrop, I felt this somehow "focussed" Miéville's prose, making it purer and more brilliant still when compared to Perdido. There is so much in here, both in terms of plot and setting as in terms of language. In fact, I don't think I've ever encountered a "kids' book" so well-written. Eat your heart out, Harry Potter, Eragon and all that lot!
There are so many things in UN LUN DUN I loved -- I don't really know where to begin, and if I list them all, it's going to be all spoilers. But I can't go without mentioning the binja. Or Yorick Cavea, the impeccably dressed gentleman-explorer. Or Hemi, and the story of how his parents met. The names of the other abcities. The man whose words literally fall from his mouth. The school that is Skool. The house that looks like a fist (my favourite illustration)! People's names! And simply the word Shwazzy.
I absolutely loved this book, and have it planned as the present for a few upcoming birthdays. I don't think I'd really want to be friends with anybody who couldn't enjoy this. ;p
(To be passed on in the next couple of days, whenever I next see Feloris.)
Edit: Postcards from Wüppertaal
The abcity of Wüppertaal (founded some 80 years ago in the amalgamation of smaller abcities such as Anderfeld, Abrmen and Ronsdon't) has for the last century been the capital of transportation megafauna and remains to this day under the iron rule of its iron masters, the mightiest of which is the fearsome Wüppertaaler Schwebebane, a "steely dragon" (in the words of poet Else Lasker-Schüler) which reigns above the Wüpper river with its fiery breath.
The last appreciable resistance against this autarchy of machines was in 1950, when a herd of elephants under their diminutive king Tuffi I rebelled; alas, to no avail, for the Schwebebane cast Tuffi off after a short struggle and banished him and his kind to the river below, which is to this day their home.
Due to the popularity of its mechanic rulers (or at least the awe they inspire), Wüppertaal is today a city with a steadily growing population of Remade; Remaking is here by no means an act of punishment, but solely an avowal of respect for and emulation of the ruling caste. Apart from the loyal followers, Wüppertaal also boasts climatic conditions that are ideal for the thriving of the steampowered megafauna: the fertile soils and steady rainfalls in combination with advanced forest stewardship ensure a steady supply of fuel for the vast machines.
They are, in fact, becoming so powerful and even presumptious that attacks on neighbouring abcities such as Düsseldon't, Buch-um or Essnicht have lead to destruction and growing feelings of rivalry in the hotspot of abindustrialisation, the Ruur area.
I'm currently reading "The end of Mr. Y", but since I'm already halfway through it (so exciting!), I guess I'll be able to start this one soon. It might stay here a little longer than exactly four weeks, because, knowing myself, I am a bit slow sending on bookrings, but I'll do my best. It's such a beautiful book (love the illustrations that Linguistkris allowed me to see ;)) that I really shouldn't keep it from it's future readers for too long. :)
In the first week of reading, I only managed the first 90 pages or so, and while there had been a few really nice ideas, it somehow seemed like slow going. But then - then I read the rest of the book in 2 days, because I just couldn't stop anymore! It seems like Linguistkris liked a lot of the things I also liked (all those beautiful names - of other abcities, of people...wonderful!), but I also enjoyed how this book took the usual expectations and turned them on their head. It was simply beautiful. :)
I also enjoyed this one more than I did Perdido Street Station. I liked the characters a *lot* more (in Perdido Street Station, the only one I really liked was...the Weaver ;))...the ideas were less gruesome and more fanciful...and while Perdido Street Station was certainly a fascinating read, this one was pure joy.
I 'advertised' this book to my boyfriend as well, so he's going to read it next, and then it will make its way to Anathema-Device.
And yes, I will include one or two postcards about Graz...and possibly Grass, its secret twin.
However, Graz is, due to its location, very often a viction if smog.
Also, sick trees need to be cut down regularly.
This doesn't make the inhabitants of Graz very happy. In fact, it makes Graz feel like a dreary place, oppressed by clouds and car fumes. Kids get sick. Little dogs cough. People file protest with the city council for cutting all those trees down. Some want an underground system installed to take the traffic off the roads.
Things would be much easier if only they knew...
...that underneath Graz there lies the beautiful abcity of Grass, the crass opposite of other abcities. All the trees, all the flowers, all the grass that are cut and disappear from Graz end up in Grass. There are towering halls under each town square, held up by columns of long-ago May and Christmas trees. Oceans of flowers flow under the Mur, Graz's central river. Everything is being guarded by giant moles and squirrels. Everything is beautiful. The 'sky' has been painted blue.
All this was discovered by construction workers long ago. They were digging test tunnels for the tube, but where to dig when giant moles scare you away? It has been kept secret.
We will never get a tube...but wouldn't it be crazy to complain?
Released 14 yrs ago (10/17/2009 UTC) at Controlled Release, A Bookcrossing member -- Controlled Releases
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Will be passed on to anathema-device when I see her.
I started reading on the train home, and now I'm already on page 176.
So far, I'm really enjoying it, and I think my favourite character is Conductor Jones (who reminds me of David Tennant as the Doctor, but that might just be due to my current Doctor Who overdose). ;))
Can't wait to learn how the story continues, and to finally read all those fantastic entries and postcards!!
It's one of the cleverest children's books that have come my way, and it's totally unique, even though sometimes you might feel a whisper or an echo of one of the "influential" books mentioned at the end (and I'm especially glad that China Miéville knows about the Borribles!!). My favourite character is still Conductor Jones, although I really liked Skool, and of course brave Deeba, and I wish I had a (soy) milk carton of my own. ;)
I loved rediscovering all the things language does and the things people can do with language (and yes, I rediscover things every day - there's a whole world out there to rediscover, with new eyes each time), and I loved the more political messages - not only what I learned about the Smog, but above all about, well, civil disobedience. And following your own mind rather than other people's orders, opinions and conventions. There might be a lot "written", but hey, sometimes a book is "just" a book.
Thank you so much for sharing this with me. I'll take a couple of days more to re-read all the postcards and add one myself, then pass it on to the next reader.
I wish China Miéville could read these journal entries and the postcards. I bet he'd like them.
As you can see, Innsbruck's city council keeps the Smog just weak enough so everyone feels secure... for now. You can watch it shrink and grow from the surrounding mountaintops, which are, naturally, peopled with lots of mythological creatures (the younger ones of which have started to migrate to the abcity of UNnsbruck). There are two conflicting folk tales about how evil FRAU HITT was turned to stone and ended up as a peak shaped like a woman on horseback. (My favourite version features a spurned beggarwoman's curse.) But none of these stories explains why today this rock formation has vanished and a mysterious woman now walks the streets of UNnsbruck and is beginning to pull a lot of strings there...
HOLIDAY GREETINGS FROM TYROL'S BIGGEST ABCITY!
anathema-device
After several weeks of munching my way through the bottommost layer of my Mount TBR, I've nearly forgotten how it feels to read a book I actually want to read instead of yet another one that I'd been shoving back under that ever-growing stack of semi-interesting literature after only a few pages times and again, so this will be the most welcome change ever.
Yes, that's the sound of yet another reader joining the chorus of praise.
The story starts out like many YA fantasy tales do, with all the typical elements in place already: A prologue foreshadowing evil things to come, the young heroine and her sidekick friend discovering mysterious messages and omens, and very soon we learn that there's some sort of magical world just waiting to be entered through a - well, not a wardrobe or a rabbit hole, but a modern-day equivalent at any rate, where it turns out that people have been eagerly awaiting the heroine's arrival because she's supposed to battle the aforementioned evil things. So far, so... conventional.
The description of UnLondon - London's secret twin city - with its wonderfully weird and bizarre inhabitants and buildings is where you get your first real glimpse of Miéville's storytelling talent, but it's not until a few more chapters later that you actually get to see its full scope and realize that this really is more than a somewhat formulaic plot set in a quirky (and sometimes slightly creepy) urban Wonderland. Probably needless to say that events might depart from the expected route once you think you can guess what's about to happen next.
It's not only the early plot development itself where you're in for a surprise or several, though. I especially loved what Miéville did with those countless fantasy tropes such as the Chosen One, the Prophecy, the Quest, the Magic Weapon, and what have you. He's playing with these well-known plot elements, adding quite a few twists and turns of his own, combining the familiar with the unexpected without ever resorting to simple parody of the clichéd.
An example that will hopefully not be too much of a plot spoiler: Even the somewhat Disneyesque cute-but-utterly-pointless little companion - whose sole purpose seems to be to tag along with the main character while looking and acting loveable and sweet - does have its own little twist to it here. Meet Curdle, who's not a sad-eyed puppy dog or a cuddly kitten or actually any kind of fluffy animal at all. But still somehow manages to make you go "awww" a lot.
All in all, Un Lun Dun a highly entertaining and inventive book and very cleverly done. It's probably a little edgier and a good bit more bizarre than many other examples of the genre, but then again that makes it refreshingly different. Oh, and I loved the slate runners and the bookaneers and Skool! (And duh, I can't believe I couldn't figure out why Skool is named that way, instead I kept wondering and wondering forever...)
So, what next? I still need to find a postcard to send along with the book, but that shouldn't take too long, hopefully. I'm suspecting it will be at least another week before everything's ready to be mailed off to the next person on the list, though - my job's pretty much eating up all of my spare time at the moment.
This is Ambras castle, situated just outside the town of Innsbruck. The name supposedly comes from Latin, "ad umbras" meaning "in the shadows". Sounds rather ominous, doesn't it?
Ambras castle is the home of Europe's oldest Kunst- und Wunderkammer still in its original location. This Cabinet of Curiosities features a largely intact historical collection of unusual and often bizarre items, among them a portrait of Vlad Ţepeş (also known as "the Impaler", and – of course – "Dracula"), a picture of Petrus Gonzales (sometimes called the "Wolf Boy of the Canary Islands"), as well as wondrous relics from exotic locations, natural oddities and astonishing pieces of art and craftsmanship, things made of precious and rare materials such as coral or rhinoceros horn, and so on.
Even though these collections of the unusual were considered rather old-fashioned and unscientific by the end of the 18th century, some of them still stuck around after the Renaissance was over, probably because the weird and the bizarre never really stops to fascinate us.
Places like these - that have been around for a long enough time to go from mildly obsolete to outdated and then back to fashionable again - sometimes create a vortex of some sorts that might just lead you right to the abcity if you take a wrong (or right!) turn or two while touring the castle.
So careful - you might encounter something even more colourful than just the castle peacocks on your travels there.
Released 14 yrs ago (1/22/2010 UTC) at Bookring, A Bookring -- Controlled Releases
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ETA: I had a look at the note that sandwood attached yo the book this morning what beautiful penmanship (penwomenship?) and had a good laugh at the "The Far Side" Cartoon on the back. The ingenuity of bookcrossers never cease to amaze me. This is going straight into my private diary. LOL (Not ready to read this yet)
Thanks for sharing
Released by surface mail to Snufkin in Cape Town today. My apologies for hanging on to it so long. I've actually finished reading this a month ago but was looking for a postcard to add to the collection!
Thanks for sharing
From Johannesburg, South Africa - "Jozi" is known as the City of Gold with the deepest mineshafts on earth nearby. It's the economic hub of Africa. Vibrant, multicultural and an everchanging meltingpot of a post democratic South Africa. Come Visit - great city.
Loved reading all the cards.
In this photo you can see Table Mountain with Devil's Peak on the left under a wisp of
Released 13 yrs ago (8/28/2010 UTC) at To the next participant, A Bookring -- Controlled Releases
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On the 4th September at 4.35 in the morning, Christchurch my home city was woken by a 7.1 magnitude earthquake which has been followed so far by 100s of aftershocks, some of which have been very big!
Though the travels of this book with be far more exciting to read through!!
^-^
**From back of postcard**
Kia Ora (Hello)
From the abcity of Christchurch! On the 4th September the smog attacked via fault-lines in the earth. It caused a huge 7.1 magnitude earthquake!
So at 4.35 in the morning people were woken from their sleep. Many of the older moil houses collapsed or semi-collapsed and one 'car' was crushed by falling moil!!
No one died but many injured, so this smog attack failed. All unbrellas have been turned into rebrellas incase they try to help the smog in another attack. All water is boiled incase of contamination.
Beware other abcities of similar smog attacks! Stay Safe!
NB***Our native citizens like the Kiwi are not to be confused with smog-formed smoglodytes.
Released 13 yrs ago (9/10/2010 UTC) at Christchurch, Canterbury New Zealand
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surely you mean the abcity of Chrissake and old houses that are moic?
cheers!
RMJWOLD
This post card is large – like Australia itself.
G’day from the abcity of Canberra. I must say the bureaucrats in Un Lun Dun give Canberran’s a bad name! Canberra is considered a bureaucratic government town that is boring and serious. But it is anything but.
It is a planned city, with parklands, lakes, national museums and art galleries.
The people of Canberra are the best educated, sportiest and highest paid.
I feel privileged to live in such a great place, with our clean air and water. Very little smog here.
My postcard depicts the Sydney Opera House and Harbour Bridge. The message:
Settled in 1788, Sydney is Australia's oldest city. Many of the earliest settlers were convicts and the soldiers assigned to guard them. In 2010, the population is now over 4 million and is the country's largest city. It's most famous landmarks are the Sydney Opera House and the Harbour Bridge.
Released 13 yrs ago (11/17/2010 UTC) at Sydney CBD, New South Wales Australia
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Already on page 140!
Thanks for including me.
Must admit I would have never come on the idea to read this book ...so - thanks for including me.
I am not really living at the Gold Coast - but there are'nt any postcards of my area. If you are really curious about where I live:
Cabbage Tree Point
I will send it on asap.
Thanks Tinina
05/10/2011 Update - hey guys, sorry I've been a book hog. I had a bunch of books come in at the same time, and then I moved. Been a rough few months. I should get this back out to the next person by early next week!
Un Lun Dun has been with Dreamer-kitty for over a year now, and s/he's no longer responding to PMs. It looks as if the book won't be moving any time soon -- but maybe in the future Dreamer-kitty will be in a place where s/he's able to finish reading and send it on.
In the meantime, the lovely vedranaster has offered another copy of Un Lun Dun to continue the ring.
See the journal entries for the new copy.
If you'd like to make a JE on the new copy so that you continue to receive updates when it's journalled, please PM me for the BCID.
Many thanks to vedranaster.
See the journal entries for the replacement copy to read reviews and postcard stories from Croatia, the USA, Australia and Finland.