Author Archives: Natalie Bennett

Truly essential reading

Sometimes you just read something – something practical, potentially lifesaving, and think “everyone should know that”. Here’s today’s such reading:

If a large artery is severed by a stabbing in the groin or upper thigh, the torrent of blood released under pressure will be obvious externally. It is simple to staunch the haemorrhage by applying very firm pressure just above the injury: the victim must first be pulled out flat; then, kneeling on the same side as the injury, the first-aider uses a clenched fist to apply very firm pressure just above the wound and on a line between it and the belly button.

A second fist, applied to the abdomen just below the belly button, pushing the belly wall hard against the spine, can also be used if the bleeding seems unabated. This action compresses the main artery to the lower body and both legs. A tourniquet or bandage cannot achieve sufficient direct pressure to control bleeding from the large artery in the groin.

Should the stab wound be higher in the abdomen, and a vital organ or large artery lacerated, there may be little external bleeding but the life-threatening haemorrhage will continue as the abdo-minal cavity fills with blood. The only thing a first-aider can do is apply the fist pressure as high as possible, just below the breast bone, and trust some control can be achieved until expert help arrives.

The final paragraph sounds a bit ambitious, but the first two perfectly feasible. They would certainly beat standing around wringing your hands.

Note to expatriate Australians

… trying from memory, or from imaginative reconstruction, to sound like a “Tru-Blu Ozzie” is a bad move. As in the case of Clive James writing on AD Hope in The Times Literary Supplement:

(Used as a noun, the word “rissole” denotes a kind of proto-hamburger, but used as a verb – as in “Strewth, we’ve rissoled the Holden” – the same word means that the machinery has ceased to work.)

It would work really well in comedy, but as literary criticism ’tis a little lacking in verisimilitude.

A tale of the end of 20th-century hopes

Far too many writers with hopes of being labelled “literary” believe achieving that status requires them to pile in the adjectives and adverbs, to describe their hero’s every twitch and turn, the leaf of every tree she sits under, the state of every cloud above. Such writers should be sentenced to read Everyman’s Rules for Scientific Living, the Orange Prize-shortlisted first novel of the Australian Carrie Tiffany.

“Spare”, “sparse”, “laconic” are the adjectives that might be applied to this account of one woman’s life in the Victoria Mallee, a wheat-growing that suffered the same fate as the American dustbowl states. As a veteran of the Australian bush, I can confirm that no form of expression could be more apt; words are mere occasional punctuation of a real bushies’ silence.

Yet sparse doesn’t mean thin; all of Australia’s 20th-century history is here – the struggle to find a workable relationship with an ancient continent, to come to terms with its place in Asia, two world wars, the Depression, stories that are indeed not just Australian, but universal.

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The women farmers of 18th-century London

Not a good story, but interesting that there seem to have been so many women running farms as they were hit by the rinderpest plague that reached its height in 1745. In Marylebone Park (now Regent’s Park), two widows who ran its farms, Jane Francis on the main farm and Mary Hall on the smaller, both saw their businesses fail as a result, as did many other farmers, despite the government paying 40 shillings compensation for each dead beast.

Anne Berry, who farmed on what is now Portman Square “suffered great losses by the death of cows”. She, like a number of farm labourers, was excused from paying parish rates.

These farms must have been primarily dairies, but the park also had another business, haymaking. A Swedish botanist, Pehr Kalm, reported in 1748 that grassland stretched as far as Hampstead and beyond. The fields were cut and the hay stacked in May, again in July, and then in September if the season was good. He reported that this was all for London’s horse population:

As these is an unknown number of horses kept in the stables, it is not wonderful that hay is very dear there, especially at some times of the year, of which these farmers situated near to London are well able and know how to avail themselves.”

(from Regent’s Park: A Study of the Development of the Area from 1086 to the Present Day by Ann Saunders (Ann Cox-Johnson), David & Charles, Newton Abbot, 1969, pp. 51-52)

People just not getting it…

The people of  it’s-the-suburbs-really-but-let’s-pretend-it-is-the-countryside Thaxted, Essex, put out on average the most carbon dioxide per household of any area in the UK.

The average household in leafy, tidy Uttlesford spews 8,092kg of carbon dioxide each year, more than double the comparatively clean, green dwellings of Camden in London, which on average produce just 3,255kg of CO2.

…Each year the average home here produces CO2 emissions equivalent to taking a Boeing 747 to Australia and back.

… “There’s all these huge pads out in the sticks where they leave their lights on all night and their big tellies on. That’s where it’s happening,” said Joe Hobbs, an architect.

The story goes on to say that those who have tried to do the right thing in terms of installing solar and wind power have run into problems with conservation and planning rules. The area obviously just doesn’t get it; all those lovely twisted old wood-framed buildings with thatched roofs won’t survive long underwater.

Then, you do have to feel sorry for this guy:

AN AIRLINE has apologised to a teacher after a short flight home to Manchester from France took more than 30 hours on a zigzagging journey on two aircraft, two coaches and a taxi, passing through five airports in three countries.

But then again, he was travelling from Angers, in the Loire Valley. It probably would have taken two hours on the train to Paris (if that) and three hours on Eurostar – and he would have been home probably quicker than the plane, even had things gone according to plan. And with far lower carbon emmissions. As a teacher, he should know better.

Finally, Australia has been hit by “drought” again. I put the word in quote marks, because when I studied agricultural science many years ago, I was told the definition of drought is exceptional weather conditions. Yet large parts of Australia are, according to farmers and officials, in “drought” for much of the time.

In fact, they are in denial about the actual normal (and quite possibly likely to get drier with global warming) climate of Australia. They’re trying to grow crops and run animals – at least the wrong sort of animals – in places where more often than not they’ll be in trouble.

Unfortunately I haven’t got a copy of it, but I once wrote an article interviewing an academic who maintained the only sensible form of “farming” across a majority of Australia was running kangaroos – leave the native pastures to maintain their own natural balance, let the roos have the run of the place (they have soft feet, not the hard hooves of the non-native ungulates, which chop up the soil and cause erosion), and harvest them once a year.

What is the internet for?

writing-deskThere are many answers to that question, but one of the best ones is: for people to selflessly share their time and enthusiasms
to the benefits of others. At least that’s the conclusion to be drawn from Liam’s Pictures from Old Books, a site boasting 1040 images on the general theme of books and reading, nearly all in the public domain.

Go on, you know you were thinking about jazzing up your blog or website. (I’ve just done the front page of Blogcritics Books, and it is going to save me a fortune, since my previous plan for its images was buying old postcards on eBay.)