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While I’ve been listening to Hounds Of Love, I’ve also been reading Orbital by Samantha Harvey.
Here’s a passage from an early chapter as the crew of the International Space Station watch a typhoon forming:
How wired and wakeful the earth seems suddenly. It’s not one of the regular typhoons that haphazardly assault these parts of the world, they agree. They can’t see it all, but it’s bigger than projections had previously thought, and moving faster. They send their images, the latitudes and longitudes. They are like fortune tellers, the crew. Fortune tellers who can see and tell the future but do nothing to change or stop it. Soon their orbit will descend away to the east and south and no matter how they crane their necks backward at the earth-viewing windows the typhoon will roll out of sight and their vigil will end and darkness will hit them at speed.
They have no power – they have only their cameras and a privileged anxious view of its building magnificence. They watch it come.
The penultimate track on Hounds Of Love is the magnificent Hello Earth with its eerie Georgian chant for a chorus, and magnificent uilleann piping from the late great Liam Óg O’Flynn on the bridge. It too features a narrator watching from space:
Watching storms
Start to form
Over America.
Can’t do anything.
Just watch them swing
With the wind
Out to sea.All you sailors, (“Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!”)
All life-savers, (“Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!”)
All you cruisers, (“Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!”)
All you fishermen,
Head for home.
Matching the song to the book feels like pairing a fine wine with a delicious morsel.
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