What AC Milan Needs


AC Milan is still a leading contender to win the Italian Serie A, but we’re starting the limitations of this squad, namely a lack of creativity linking midfield and attack.

The team still plays the classic diamond preferred by former coach Carlo Ancelotti, a formation with a deep lying midfielder at the base of the diamond, two ‘shuttlers’ on either side who actually play fairly narrowly (practically the only width in this formation comes from the fullbacks), and a trequartista – creative attacking central midfielder – at the tip of the diamong.

Kevin Prince Boateng is not a true #10, but he was given that role last season for very good reasons, but things have changed dramatically since then. Boateng is a hard running, powerful midfielder with a dangerous shot and underrated technical abilities. When he was assigned to play at the tip of the diamond, the team’s midfield was talented, but old. The three midfielders playing behind were generally a combination of Clarence Seedorf (35 at the time), Massimo Ambrosini (34), Andrea Pirlo (32), Gennaro Gattuso (33), and Mark Van Bommel (33). All good players, but sadly lacking the legs they used to have.

Boateng provided the youth, the drive, the running, persistence that none of them could. Rather than linking midfield and attack with craft and guile, he used what you might call youthful exuberance.

With so many slow players in the midfield, it was critical that Boateng be given that central role so that attacking movements could flow through him.

But now, with additions like Alberto Aquilani and Alberto Nocerino, the AC Milan midfield is much younger and more energetic, so Boateng isn’t needed to compensate.

Because he is not terribly creative, the wily striker Zlatan Ibrahimovic is having to try and generate some creativity himself, which is all well and good but now the team’s target man striker is hanging out in midfield and not in the penalty box.

Boateng was never intended to be a long term solution as a trequartista. His best role is as one of the ‘shuttlers’ where is constant running will connect base and tip of the diamond and provide some hustle in the battle to control the center of the park. But until the team finds itself a proper #10, Ibrahimovic will continue to drop further from the goal mouth in order to generate offense and their current #10 will still find himself running at the opposition defenders without a good idea of how to create space and opportunity for his teammates.

Review: Trading In Danger


I just finished Elizabeth Moon’s Trading in Danger, which I bought mainly because I picked up Victory Conditions back when the Borders in Columbia, Maryland (where my better half used to drag me while she shopped at Jo-Ann Fabrics) was liquidating.

Victory Conditions didn’t necessarily seem, at first glance, like a sequel, much less the fifth in a series (which it is). After purchasing it, I settled down to make sure I wasn’t jumping ahead and found out that, yes, I would be, should I read it.

Eventually I got around to finding a copy of the first book in the Vatta’s War series, Trading in Danger.

Moon is known for writing ‘military sci fi,’ which, so far as I can tell, is just space opera, though with lots of space battles.

But space opera was exactly what I was looking for. Trading in Danger makes the necessary effort to be either scientifically accurate or at least somewhat realistic in its speculation, but unlike ‘hard’ science fiction, it, like most space opera, is not interested in exploring the scientific and cultural implications of a particular scientific speculation. Arthur C. Clarke tends to write ‘hard’ science fiction, taking a particular conceit and going from there, but with the story primarily focused on that conceit.

Space opera generally just wants to write a cowboys & Indians Saturday pre-movie serial (my parents told me about these), but in space and with laser guns.

I’m okay with this. After all, Star Wars was space opera (George Lucas really didn’t give a flying frog about the societal implications of the first hyperdrive, alien contact, or telekinetic powers, but he cared a lot about fights with laser swords) and Star Wars is one of the great achievements of humankind (for all you children out there, when a grown up says ‘Star Wars‘ he or she means what you call ‘Espisode IV‘ but that’s all wrong and don’t give me that garbage about it being in the credits, I was alive and going to movies in 1977 you were a gleam in the eye of someone too young to even know what sex was, so back off).

You don’t really get to know any of the characters except for the main character, Kylara ‘Ky’ Vatta, but she seems surprisingly well rounded. I couldn’t tell you what made her well rounded, but reading it, I always felt her to be a real, realistic person. That may not sound like much, but a lot of genre fiction features characters who are an unrealistic collection of traits and quirks. Even when she displays that certain hyper-competency endemic of heroes in thrillers, fantasy, sci fi, etc., it somehow manages not to feel strained, as it so often can.

The ‘world’ itself is reasonably interesting. No aliens, just humans. And no galaxy spanning governments either, just independent planets. The only ‘galaxy spanning’ entities are corporate, including banks and the monopoly that controls interstellar communication. Certainly, a set up with a good deal of potential in the follow ups, which I will be reading, though I don’t feel absolutely driven to read them right now.

The story itself is ‘complete,’ i.e., there are no cliffhangers. That said, it was clearly intended to be part of a series. The story of Trading in Danger is hardly epic enough for a standalone novel (though it would do for a short story – not to give the impression that the book feels like a short story drawn out to novelistic lengths, because that is not at all the case), so most readers would guess that the author intended to write a follow up.

So, interesting, well done genre fiction. Fast paced read. Want to read more, but necessarily right now (I mean, I would if the sequel were in front of me, but it’s not and there other books in the queue right now).

Saint Anthony


Today is the feast day of Saint Anthony, also known as Anthony the Great (partly to distinguish him from a later but still popular saint also named Anthony who was a Franciscan brother).

He was, perhaps, the quintessential desert father – the church figures of the Patristic period who went into the desert and became hermits and whose example laid the foundation for the church’s monastic tradition.

While much of what we know about him comes from Athanasius’ Life of Anthony the dedicated reader might find the thoughts of that syphilitic genius, Gustave Flaubert, more interesting and instead chose to read The Temptation of Saint Anthony. Be warned however, if all you have read is Madame Bovary, know that Flaubert is a weird dude.

Tuesday Morning Staff Meeting – Gertrude Stein


The Tournament of Books is about to begin!

How the world is changing for historians.

The art collecting of Gertrude and Leo Stein.

Stein stuff in DC.

Happy Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day


When I lived in the South (variously in Florida, Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi), I learned the importance of using the late Rev. Dr. King’s full title.

Sometimes, whites, as a subtle means of resistance to the idea of equality, would leave out the ‘doctor.’

Of course, sometimes it is just a simple matter of everyday laziness (even I will say ‘MLK’ on more than a few occasions). Sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar, but a cigar becomes important in those times when it is something more. So, it was drilled into me the necessity of making an effort to always say ‘Reverend Doctor’ before his name.

Monday Morning Staff Meeting – Emily Dickinson


Emily Dickinson’s letters at Poets House.

Weekend Reading – The Sunday Book Section


The Year in Reading Poetry, courtesy of the New Yorker.

The Nation reviews poets in the context of systems theory.

A review of The Fossil Chronicles.

Interview with conceptual poet Kenneth Goldsmith.

A book about a guy who wrote a book about Hitler who later screwed up on some Hitler stuff (but not in a pro-Nazi kind of way).

Acedia and the noon time demon.

God wanted. Must be atheist friendly.

Manifold Greatness


Tomorrow is your last day to check out the ‘Manifold Greatness‘ exhibit at the Folger Shakespeare Library. It’s a great exhibit on the making and history of the King James Bible, in my opinion, the greatest single work of English literature (single work – as opposed to a body of work, like the plays of Shakespeare).

And check out this article on the King James Bible, All They That Labored.

James Joyce


I missed this, but seventy-one years ago yesterday, James Joyce died.

Ezra Pound: Canto LXVII


I’m reading this while listening to a Leonard Bernstein conducted performance of Mahler’s First. Specifically, the movement drawing on a slow building of the children’s song Frère Jacques. Apropos of nothing, but I fell in love with Mahler back in 1995 when I heard this symphony.

Today’s Canto opens promisingly:

Whereof memory of man runneth not to the contrary
Dome Book, Ina, Offa and Aethelbert, folcright
for a thousand years 

A bit of old school, King James sounding language, references to old English kings and the first census (I am assuming ‘Dome Book’ to be a reference to the ‘Domesday Book’ which was not about the end times, but a recording of people, lands, and property).

Sadly, it’s mostly downhill from here.

While I appreciate the Canto‘s role in the  slow process of building to a grand poetic-historical document, barely the only bone he tosses us after the opening are some outbreaks of ancient history, which could be read as learned digressions by the eighteen century ‘narrators’ of this Canto and can also be read as a reminder of the great work of historicity taking place and as a tool to shake the reader from their expectations.

As another personal digression, Mahler called his First Symphony Der Titan. Each man seemed confident in their own genius and potential to direct the future of their respective forms. Hasn’t each been proved to be right, despite their faults, even their grave ones?