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A day off without sleeping in at all feels so expansive! ([personal profile] scruloose had to be out a bit early all this week, so I've been getting up a bit earlier too to do my supervision part of the clowder's breakfast routine.) But I took the day off mainly to try to get some manga work done, so going back to bed after that seemed counterproductive. Somehow it's not even 10 AM yet? Incredible. (Could I have used the sleep, though? Oh yes.)

Happy day-after-Thanksgiving to the USians* observing this emotionally-complex holiday. I enjoy the food chatter from afar. Someone on a cooking feed on Bluesky posted about doing a stuffing flight, and now I really want a stuffing flight, although the specific types they'd made didn't sing to me. ^^;

*I've been seeing the edges of Discourse about this term on Bluesky, and several people complained about the pronunciation/having no good pronunciation options, which made me realize that to me it's strictly a term for writing, not saying. It works fine visually. *shrugs*

First Yule scent of the year: But Men Loved Darkness Better Than Light (2009 vintage). I'd forgotten how much I love this one.

Last year I had a pretty good streak of wearing Weenie scents, and then in November [personal profile] scruloose's breathing was a bit rough, and we didn't think it was the BPAL, but I didn't wear any through the Christmas season. (It turned out not to be what was causing the problem, which has been IDed and dealt with.) So maybe this year. (As always, the Weenie and Yule updates tempted me dreadfully, but the added horror of current crossborder shipping gave me extra armor against getting in on a decant circle.)

I'm finally listening to the new Florence + The Machine album; listening to new music takes even longer now than it used to, and I've never been quick about listening or bonding. Given the season, after this album I'll probably switch to Christmas music while working. As long as it's good (wholly subjective, obviously, along with if you're a Christmas person and if seasonal music doesn't hit all the wrong buttons in general), Christmas music is kind of ideal for when I'm trying to just get some work done--it doesn't require the attention that beloved favorite music or new-to-me music does, even if it's not a recording I'm familiar with. Handy!

(Yesterday I deployed some for the first time this year. I didn't know Carole King had a holiday album, although it's never a surprise when a western musician does. *eyes Tori Amos holiday album* [Which I do listen to.] And now I've heard it once and never need to hear it again.)

Also on the music front, I finally cut off my Spotify subscription, and I'm trying out Qobuz after waffling between it and Deezer. Neither of them has native Linux desktop support or a Roku app, either of which would've weighted my decision significantly, and Qobuz allows you to actually buy music--apparently DRM-free, no less!--so I'm starting here.

Package-delivery updates cover such a bizarre spectrum. I currently have in my inbox: a) an update from a courier saying they've got my package and will deliver it this afternoon, with no indication of the sender, and I do not have a ship notification from anywhere that makes it obvious, so...I guess we'll see soon, and b) a Canada Post "Ship Notification for Item" (not to be confused with a "your item is out for delivery" notification) that didn't arrive in my inbox until a couple of hours after the CP person had already theoretically been by and attempted delivery. (Canada Post folks are better than others about actually attempting delivery, so I have to assume I just didn't hear the doorbell somehow, but the email timing remains bizarre.)

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Nov. 27th, 2025 08:21 pm
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Another of my yarn packages has disappeared into the ether T_T

I might've mentioned this before, maybe not, but the woman behind Republic of Yarnia had to resend most of the October packages for American customers. Apparently customs has decided that the candy and tea she sometimes includes is a no-go, though I guess a few packages were let through. My package was not one of those because of course. I've since then received a package of yarn that I ordered for a scarf and my November package. No sign of October-- which, btw, is one of the skeins I've most been looking forward to. Because, y'know. Of course. Anyway, since the subscription packages aren't tracked, to keep costs down, we have no idea what side of the pond it even got lost on. She's going to send me a replacement skein with my December package but still. Ugh :/

Gaming Update

Nov. 28th, 2025 03:35 pm
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I ploughed onward through FFVII Remake and ultimately platinumed it, woo hoo, although it’s definitely thanks to Optinoob’s combat guides. His strategy for the final Sephiroth boss fight (which comes after a series of other fights, so you have to manage your characters very carefully to have enough MP etc left) boiled to down to block, counter stance, block, with Cloud, switch briefly to another character once they show up for heals and barrier etc, then back to Cloud (as Sephiroth will instantly target the character you’re playing) and keep blocking/countering until you can get him with a limit break before he unkindly drops Meteor on you - Optinoob when describing this started imitating Sephiroth going “Cloud, why won’t you attack me?” :D

After that I played chunks of FFVII Intergrade (the Yuffie DLC) on hard mode and I haven’t finished it but I jumped back into FFVII Rebirth. I’m still on chapter 12 of this in hard mode, which is exactly where I was storywise in March, but I have now gone back and done all the side quests I’d missed earlier that you have to repeat on hard mode to unlock more character progression, as well as some of the mini games (aargh the mini games. There are too many and I don’t know if I’m ever going to get through some of them, like the pirate’s gallery shooting one and the gambit & gears hard mode games and, omg, the PIANO). Where I am now, though, I really need to unlock Götterdammerung to be able to make it through the next fights, and it’s locked behind a series of excessively tricky boss fights - the six Brutal Challenges. I have done four, again heavily relying on Optinooob, and they were painful slogs.

As a change of pace from repeated party wipes, I picked up Blue Prince, which is a puzzle-solving rogue-like centred around a mysterious mansion, and not only is it great but I have not yet died even once. You are the presumptive heir to the mansion, but to prove you deserve it, you have to find room 46 - the house is a 9 by 5 grid, every day you start in the entrance hall on the middle of the bottom row, and when you open a door you get a choice of possible floor plans to fill the next space - some of the rooms are dead ends, some have items or hints you need, some require specific resources to select them, some interact with other rooms, and some actively punish you by removing resources or limiting your subsequent choices. When I first got a PC, the game I totally fell for was Myst, a puzzle-solving world-building lore-heavy game with (for the time) amazing graphics, and I spent hours on it, not least because this was largely before the WWW and I had no easy way of finding out puzzle solutions. The creators of Blue Prince credit Cyan (who made Myst), and it brings back that same feeling - there’s a massive amount going on here, with intriguing hints of story as well as fantastic puzzles, and it’s very satisfying when something finally works. Last night I entered room 46 (on day 28 of game time) but there’s a surprising amount left to do! It is a terrible game for the “just one more day” because a day can be over in 20 minutes if you have bad luck drafting rooms or can take nearly two hours if you find a lot of stuff, and I also now have all these notes about hints and clues and possible solutions to pore over. Recommended.

Book Review: I Leap over the Wall

Nov. 27th, 2025 11:37 am
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On one of [personal profile] troisoiseaux’s recent posts about a nun memoir, someone linked an article about a different nun memoir: Monica Baldwin’s I Leap Over the Wall: A Return to the World after Twenty-Eight Years in the Convent.

As Baldwin went into the convent in 1914 and emerged in 1941, I knew instantly that I had to read it. What an absolutely huge period of social and technological change to miss! Baldwin is astonished by modern underwear, the wireless, wartime shortages, and masses and masses of people who have become famous since she went into the convent: Greta Garbo, Picasso, D. H. Lawrence… Right up to the end of the war she keeps clanging up against her ignorance of so many things that everyone else takes totally for granted.

However, as interesting as I found all the details about social change, the parts I found most fascinating were Baldwin’s descriptions of life in the convent. I’ve read about early twentieth-century social changes before, although not quite from this angle, but the convent was totally new, in a “I wouldn’t make it five minutes as a novice” kind of way. Bells, bells, bells, ringing at intervals all day and all night, telling you to move from one occupation to another, stopping mid-stitch if that’s when the bell rings, lengthy sung prayers every day, every scrap of behavior governed by the Rule. There’s a correct way to sit, stand, eat, speak, and presumably breathe.

It’s particularly interesting because, although Baldwin left the convent, she still has faith in Catholicism and the concept of monasticism. She’s outside the convent but still “inside,” if you will, the belief system, so she’s particularly good at explaining the ideas behind an enclosed convent: humans were created to adore God and that therefore a life spent in adoring God is profoundly unselfish and also useful, because usefulness doesn’t mean first and foremost serving other people but serving God.

Unfortunately for Baldwin, most of her interlocutors aren’t willing to listen. It’s not just that they disagree (I certainly was going a bit bug-eyed over this order of priorities), but that they’re not even interested in trying to understand. And she’s never the one who brings up the whole nun business! People just tell Baldwin, the ex-nun, their opinion that nuns are selfishly hiding away in convents when they should be getting married or having families or building careers or CONTRIBUTING to the world.

Even if you think that, why would you tell this to an ex-nun unprompted? Were these people born in barns? But maybe they think that Baldwin, having left the convent, will agree.

But Baldwin does not, and she tries to explain the theory of the cloistered nun. Her interlocutors “listen” (read: sit in silence without taking any of it in) and then reiterate their original opinion.

So if Baldwin still believes, why did she leave the convent? Well, she believes in God, and Catholicism, and the concept of vocation, but has realized that she personally does not have a vocation. As she explains it, when she first decided she wanted to be a nun, she didn’t stop to ask herself if she actually had a calling. “I wanted to be a nun; it followed, therefore, as the night the day, that God must have chosen me.” (Some of my students who want to be doctors have the same attitude, insofar as you can have a thoroughly secular version of this belief.)

All through the year of her noviceship, and the five or six years of probation that followed, she continued in this willful confusion between “wanting to be a nun” and “being called to be a nun.” Only after ten years in the convent does she realize she’s made a horrible mistake.

And then she stuck it out for eighteen more years! The same pigheadedness that led her to decide wanting to be a nun meant she must have a vocation also kept her from throwing in the towel for nearly two decades after realizing she didn’t.

The tone of the book is generally pretty sprightly, a sort of quizzical madcap adventure, an Edwardian Rip Van Winkle awakens in World War II. But there is an undercurrent of tragedy, too, which sometimes breaks the surface in a brief lament. If Baldwin had left the nunnery at 31, when she realized she had no vocation, she might still have built a life for herself. But in staying so long, she missed everything: marriage and children, yes, but also the chance to build a career, or even just acquire the job skills that would suit her for any kind of war work.

As it is, she can only bumble from war job to war job. After the war she retires to a cottage in Cornwall, which is certainly a happy ending of a kind. But what a shame she didn’t change direction at once when she realized she was on the wrong path.
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(When I saw her in concert, she was very pleased with that line).

(Video has a thread of a butch teen being socially pressured to feminise. But there's a happy ending.)

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Nov. 26th, 2025 08:59 pm
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Four-day weekend! Not much in the way of holiday plans, so I'm expecting to get my room done and hoping to get a lot done in the guest room. I also wanna finish the scarf I'm working on and get started on the next one.

One of the yuri manga volumes I ordered arrived-- haven't got it in my hands yet because I didn't want to walk up to the mailbox in the dark and the rain-- and I might go ahead and read that. I'm pretty disappointed to have only gotten the one so far, ngl. The whole point of ordering two titles that released on the same day was to get them together. Alas. At least the one that arrived is the one I haven't read at all yet-- whereas I've read scanlations of the other-- and so I suppose it is arguably the more important of the two. I am looking forward to it, just not sure if I want to wait and read them both back to back, as was my original intent. Like, I know it doesn't really matter but it kinda matters to me, y'know?
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The 2025 NYC Shakespeare in the Park production of Twelfth Night is available online (via PBS) through the end of the year, and is tremendously fun! Such a stacked cast— with Lupita Nyong'o as Viola/Cesario (and her real-life brother as Sebastian), Sandra Oh as Olivia, and Peter Dinklage as Malvolio— it's genuinely hard to pick a stand-out performance?? I will say that Dinklage is probably my favorite Malvolio of the three I've seen within the past year, although he plays it both less campily and less sympathetically than the Folger's recent production or Tamsin Greig in the 2017 production on National Theatre at Home; I'll also say that Jesse Tyler Ferguson as Sir Andrew Augecheek stole every scene he was in, but honestly, "Sir Andrew was a hoot" was my takeaway from all three productions and so I think it might just be a really fun role. (On a less expected note, Orsino's entourage was also a hoot, especially with the recurring bit of one guy who kept laughing out of turn and then dropping into push-ups when Orsino looked at him. Also, fantastic Orsino, with kind of "manly man who's secretly a softie" vibes that made for an appealing take on the character— although, until the Drag Race runway vibes of the final bows, I would not say that this was a particularly gender-y version of Twelfth Night, overall?) In assorted other details: this staging had Nyong'o (actually, both Nyong'os) occasionally slip into Swahili, including the initial dialogue between Viola and Sebastian when they reunite, which was a cool touch; I didn't know what to think of the backdrop of giant letters reading WHAT YOU WILL, at first, but it earned its keep as a set-up for the punchline in the scene where, as Sir Toby and co. spy on Malvolio, they all hide behind smaller/portable/individual letters spelling out TREE.

Wednesday Reading Meme

Nov. 26th, 2025 12:18 pm
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Sachiko Kashiwaba’s The Village Beyond the Mist, translated by Avery Fischer Udagawa. A delight! The book inspired Spirited Away, and it very loosely shares the same premise: ordinary girl visits magical town where she has to find work. However, The Village Beyond the Mist is a much lighter take. Our heroine Lina is never in danger of being trapped in the spirit world, and her work is much lighter than Chihiro’s, consisting largely of helping the quirky townsfolk organize their shops: a bookstore, a maritime store, a toy store. (A bit disappointed Lina didn’t get to help out in the sweet shop. I would have loved more descriptions of the treats!)

A lovely bit of light magical fun. Just don’t go into it expecting Haku or yokai, and enjoy it for what it is.

What I’m Reading Now

Sarah Rees Brennan’s Long Live Evil, which I’m enjoying so far, although given the amount of time that our heroine Rae (isekaid into the body of the villainess Lady Rahela) spends musing about the double standard, I want her to go ahead and bang some of the hot bad boys already. Behave in a way unbefitting of a pure heroine! Get down and dirty with someone who is not your one true love!

What I Plan to Read Next

I’ve decided to go FULL CHRISTMAS this December: all Christmas books and nothing but Christmas books until December 25. I’ve often thought this would be an interesting thing to try, and this year I’m going in!

Snowy Day

Nov. 26th, 2025 10:37 am
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 Buttercup atop the radiator
Image: Buttercup atop a radiator, perched on a quilt just made just for him (and all the other cats).

Today is lefse day!  We always make a fresh batch for the holidays (we'll do it again for Christmas/Solstice.) We make our lefse from a box, because I actually like the taste when lefse is made from instant potatoes. Also, it makes that part of the process dead easy.

I hope all of my friends who got snow today also got the opportunity NOT to have to go out in it!  Have a great Thanksgiving, y'all.
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Still reading steadily through the series. These books are just perfect for decompression reading, they're mostly lightweight though with the odd flash of seriousness, they're full of fun hijinks and adventures, all the characters are very nicely drawn and overall they're just plain fun to read. Plus a nice sprinkling of historical interest for the period.

Among Those Absent
Prisoners are escaping and disappearing with tremendous success. Tommy Hambledon has to find out why. While Biggles would have tackled this by looking for rogue airplanes, Hambledon tackles this by getting himself a cover as a fraudster and being sent to prison, whereupon he muscles in on someone else's escape and gets rescued from prison. By hot air balloon and parachute. And after Hambledon and a fellow escapee have a wonderful hot air balloon and parachute ride, they then have to deal with the fact that the escape gang want paying for their rescue out of the totally fictional ill-gotten gains Hambledon is supposed to have stashed somewhere. In the process of dealing with this, Hambledon encounters a different slightly shady group of guys who--well, their leader lives in a truly flamboyantly ridiculous suburban mansion which is named, and I really could not believe my eyes when I read this, Kuminboys. It is almost redundant to add that he has all sorts of miscellaneous young men calling on him at all hours who are willing to do all sorts of shady odd jobs for him. He deals with blackmailers unofficially. Manning and Coles never say anyone is gay or refer to sexuality in any way, but then they do things like this and I love it. And, well, there is a plot involving Hambledon sorting out the prison break gang, but I'm afraid my brain seized up at Kuminboys and I can't actually remember what happened otherwise. The anti-blackmail gang was fine at the end and so was Tommy, and that's the main thing.

Not Negotiable
This one opens with a prologue explaining that the Nazis had an industrial-scale programme forging currency from the various Allied countries in an effort to destabilise their economies. Now, after the war, large numbers of dubious notes are turning up across France and Belgium and Tommy Hambledon is trying to find the source. A fun Belgian detective teams up with him for this, and lots of Manning & Coles's usual vivid secondary characters including a reformed crook and a young man who tries crime and doesn't like it, plus two young women who attack a gangster with a frying pan with considerable success. Not one of the most outstanding, but plenty of fun to read.

Diamonds To Amsterdam
This was an absolute classic, featuring a mad scientist, so many people in disguise, gold and jewels and a seaplane and a Very Significant Umbrella and kidnappings and escapes and really everything you could possibly want. The story opens with our mad scientist being found murdered. The mad scientist in question had just solved, allegedly, the problem of how to turn silver into gold, and then someone bludgeoned him over the head and his notes all disappeared. Then his assistant disappeared, then his machinery was stolen, and Tommy Hambledon is traipsing around a Home Counties village trying to find clues to all of this and figure out what was going on, with occasional trips to Amsterdam thrown in for good measure. A great ride, plus some excellent whump as various characters are drugged or kidnapped and imprisoned, lots of fun all around.

Dangerous By Nature
Tommy Hambledon visits Central America. While this had some moments of period-typical racism, it was not as bad as I expected. The story was a familiar one from multiple Biggles and a Gimlet on this theme: in a fictional Central American state, a slightly lost British sailor saw a ship secretly unloading goods in a remote part of the country while hiding its identification. Hambledon is sent to investigate. He is told that he can liaise with the excellent American spy Mr Hobkirk who is already there; however no such person ever comes up. Instead he has a peculiarly devoted and helpful local man named Matteo who follows him around everywhere, produces useful information and kills assassins and generally devotes himself to Hambledon's wellbeing and work, far more than you would expect from the guy who you paid to carry your luggage to the hotel. Hambledon, unusually for him, has no suspicions about the identity of the capable and knowledgeable Matteo. Anyway, the country is run by your standard thriller dictator who has annoyed the local aristocracy and is fleecing the local peasantry and has plans to flee the country with all the wealth he can carry away, soon. Hambledon discovers that the mysterious cargo was of course weapons, supplied by the Russians; however the Russians are somewhat inexplicably arming both the President and also the old aristos who oppose him, and having bought everyone off with guns, they are busy building something involving lots of concrete in the middle of the jungle. Hambledon investigates, nearly gets killed many times over in the classic way, discovers he does not like jungles at all, and eventually figures out what it's all about. (spoilers for the plot)
It's atom bombs. The Russians are building a missile site so they can launch atom bombs at the Panama Canal. This book was written in 1950 and it's clear that Manning and Coles don't know that much about atom bombs at this point, because apparently there are twelve atomic warheads on site. This site gets shelled by the aristocrats, and the atom bombs are all set off by accident. Hambledon, hiding down the valley with his friends a few miles away, is fine. Radiation and fallout are not a concern for anyone. It's fascinating seeing that while everyone is scared of atom bombs, they are not nearly scared enough, they're treated as being functionally the same as super-sized regular bombs and there is no mention of any further ill effects. Hambledon arranges that the story is put out that a previously unknown volcano erupted and that was what the big mushroom cloud was all about (the mushroom cloud, evidently, they have heard of). And once all the atom bombs have detonated, the whole story is over.


Now Or Never
Hambledon has heard rumours of a secret resurgent Nazi society in occupied Cologne and heads out to investigate. Forgan and Campbell, our gay model train shop and lawbreaking-for-fun guys, come along to help out, impersonating the Spanish financiers who are supposed to be meeting the Nazis in Cologne - a job that does not become easier when the actual Spaniards show up. Meanwhile, Hambledon makes friends with an earnest and enthusiastic German private detective, and tries to figure out what's going on. Excellent atmospheric descriptions of bombed-out Cologne and life there as things start to recover postwar. These are all very much immediate postwar books, and it's fascinating to see what the attitudes are and the snippets of different settings, in France and the Netherlands and Germany and England, every character has a war backstory of some sort and most of the plots are about leftovers of war one way and another.

Alias Uncle Hugo
A Ruritanian adventure of a familiar mould for Biggles readers. Tommy Hambledon is undercover in Soviet-occupied Ruritania to retrieve the teenage king of Ruritania, who is living incognito with his elderly tutor to care for him, and take him to England. Presumably to head up a government-in-exile or possibly to go to school, Manning and Coles wisely leave the politics to look after themselves and concentrate on the fun bits, ie Hambledon undercover as a Soviet inspector of factories trying to find an opportunity to extract young Kaspar from his Very Communist School For Little Communists. Unlike Biggles, Hambledon has no compunction at all about leaving a trail of bodies behind him and does cheerfully shoot people in the head the minute they suspect him. He also has a great line in making friend with people and then dropping them in the shit, in this case several senior communist police officers who think he's the bee's knees right up until they get killed or arrested for their connection with him. There's some excellent Aeroplane Content in this one too, Hambledon doesn't team up with Biggles but his life might have been a bit easier if he had, and being sent to make a stealth landing in Ukraine to retrieve the Ruritanian Prince and the British spy who's rescued him is exactly the sort of job Biggles does all the time. But Hambledon has to figure out his own aeroplane evacuation, and there's plenty of aeroplane fun as he does so.
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I read this book over the last couple of days on [personal profile] sheron's recommendation as bedtime reading, which backfired occasionally because I couldn't actually fall asleep due to needing to know what happened next. I had already read a couple of MacIntyre's WWII books back when I went through my phase of Read All The WWII Spy Things that I got into via Agent Carter, and I had bought this and a couple of other MacIntyre books at some point that I never read. Anyway, [personal profile] sheron has been reading this recently and sending me excerpts. Example:

In the West, of course, blood is donated by members of the public. The only payment is a cookie, and sometimes a cup of juice. The Kremlin, however, assuming that capitalism penetrated every aspect of Western life, believed that a “blood bank” was, in fact, a bank, where blood could be bought and sold. No one in the KGB outstations dared to draw attention to this elemental misunderstanding. In a craven and hierarchical organization, the only thing more dangerous than revealing your own ignorance is to draw attention to the stupidity of the boss.


So obviously I had to read this book.

This is the story of Oleg Gordievsky, KGB station chief and spy for the British, but it's also about the waning days of the Cold War in the late 1970s through the mid-80s. I found it fascinating on that level alone, because the world I grew up in (born in 1976) was obviously very heavily shaped by the events of this time period, but it would be a few years yet before I was old enough to pay attention to the news or politics. So it's truly fascinating to see this as a window into events that created the life-shaping politics I actually did follow as a teen and young adult. And it's also simply a fast-paced, engaging, very readable story of relatable people getting caught up in world events and life-threatening danger. If parts of this were a spy novel, it would be almost too fantastic to be believed.

Spoilers for actual historical events, so not that spoilery )

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Nov. 25th, 2025 08:57 pm
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I frikkin hate my brain.

"Oh, I'll clean with the clockwise method." *realizes going counterclockwise would be more efficient* "Actually, lemme just sit here wallowing in squalor."

Like?? The same method works just as well going the other direction, me, GET IT TOGETHER.

Reading Wednesday (on Tuesday)

Nov. 25th, 2025 10:29 pm
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Read Kalivas! Or, Another Tempest by Nick Mamatas, which is mostly a sci-fi retelling of The Tempest in which the Caliban character is the last "free-range", un-augmented human, living on an island off of post-apocalyptic California under the thumb of the Master and his daughter M, who owe their tech-implanted immortality and wizardry to the inventions of Kalivas' mother, known as the Sorceress of Silicon Valley before the aforementioned apocalypse. ... ) Shades of Piranesi, mostly in the sense of being a narrative from the POV of a character who - let's say - describes recognizable things in an unrecognizable way (although Kalivas' world is distinctly more off-putting than Piranesi's beloved House) and also in the sense that Piranesi itself reminds me of The Tempest; [personal profile] sabotabby drew comparisons to Jenny Hval's Girls Against God, which I can also see, particularly in the novel(la?)'s last section, at which point the story doth suffer a sea-change, into something rich and strange, as it were. (Sorry, I think I'm funny. The last section is, like, a semi-separate story in the form of a meta script? In a completely out-of-context #spoiler: Charlie Chaplin is there, kind of?)

Currently reading The Tatami Galaxy by Tomihiko Morimi, also weird: in four different timelines, a disaffected Japanese college student joins four different clubs, finding himself equally disappointed in each one. (Presumably? I'm only through the first two.) This really clicked for me when, in the second section/timeline, I caught that characters, scenes, and even specific sentences were repeating from the first; I also really like how, as a book in translation, it has a narrative voice that's recognizably idiomatic, even as the actual idioms sound unusual in English— "a rose-colored campus life" and "a black-haired maiden" are repeated a lot.

Books read, October

Nov. 26th, 2025 03:17 pm
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Spent, Alison Bechdel
Rivals, Jilly Cooper
Appassionata, Jilly Cooper
All of us murderers, KJ Charles
Never flinch, Stephen King
One day everyone will have always been against this, Omar El Akkad
Unwritten rules, KD Casey



Spent, Alison Bechdel. Her latest memoir/fictionalised autobio, this one significantly more fictionalised than previous (or at least apparently more!) as the DTWOF cast show up as neighbours to the fictional version of Alison (whose personal memoir has become an HBO-like big budget TV show, Death and Taxidermy, that is starting to veer wildly from her original vision) and her pygmy goat-rearing imminently viral partner. I think Bechdel does a great job working in this odd liminal space of fiction and memoir, and it was great to see the DTWOF cast again; Sparrow and Stuart have never been my favourite couple, but I like what Bechdel does with their kid and the younger (now adult) generation. Also, the cats in this are fantastic. I would happily read anything Bechdel did about cats.

Rivals, Jilly Cooper. I was sorry to see she died, because I’ve always loved her books. Sure, after those first golden four (Riders, Rivals, Polo, Appassionata) there were some clunkers, but even in the very murky depths of Score! there were still some golden moments. Anyway. This is not my favourite because I do not like Rupert and I think Taggie could do far, far, better, but it still becomes totally compelling and I find myself strangely concerned about television franchises in the Home Counties. I should track down the TV series that was made of this recently (I should, but given my issues with ever watching TV I will probably not. Maybe if it's on a plane.)

All of us murderers, KJ Charles. Gothic (set almost entirely in Lackaday House, a great name), dodgy family, and murder. Zev is summonsed back to his estranged family only to discover that not only is his former lover, Gideon, now working there, but his cousin Wynn has decided that whichever potential heir marries his young ward will inherit everything; chaos and murder ensue, the house is cut-off by fog (it’s on the moors) and tension mounts. It is perhaps unfair to Charles that any books she writes set largely in a single country house will mainly make me pine wistfully for Think of England, and yet it’s unavoidable; this was okay but in no danger of displacing the earlier book’s hold on me. The writing for our modern sensibilities is a little too evident here (of course the evil ancestor made his pile in the slave trade and of course Zev would then totally repudiate it) , and after the initial set-up I really wanted more tension between the leads. But I still galloped through this.

Never flinch, Stephen King. Holly reluctantly takes up a job bodyguarding a controversial women’s rights figure; meanwhile, someone upset with the outcome of a recent (rigged) court case is killing innocents in the place of the misled jurors. This is entirely thriller, with no supernatural elements that I spotted, and while King is as always excellent on building tension, the book itself doesn’t really work. King says as much in his afterword, where Tabitha told him the first draft didn’t work, and he went back over and over, but was also working on it during hip issues and eventually decided it was good enough. It’s still a competent thriller but it does feel like it was set up for the (admittedly great!) moment where two separately motivated killers scrap over the same victim - the set up looks increasingly rickety the more you stare into it. I still like Holly, but I don’t think I’ll hang on to this one.

Appassionata, Jilly Cooper. I am much fonder of horses than of classical music but this and Polo are still my most favourite Coopers. Starts with Rupert and Taggie in Bogota, where they’ve gone to adopt a baby as Rupert’s too old for them to adopt in the UK (Rupert, still blindingly awful much of the time but once again I will grudgingly admit he has his moments (I think it’s in Rivals that he (as an MP) suddenly votes against the Tory party line on capital punishment and finds himself with all the liberals), is forced to help out at the orphanage to prove his parenting skills and falls for an abandoned disfigured boy that is not the sweetly pretty baby the nuns have picked out for them; they end up adopting both), and then cheerfully charges into the world of classical music via Abby Rosen, a highly strung American violinist who is being exploited and manipulated by her dodgy agent. Abby is also terrible - she’s impulsive, she fails to think about others’ feelings, she bullies people when she’s feeling insecure - but she is compelling and believable, talented, works incredibly hard most of the time (first as a violinist and then, due to events, as a conductor, fighting prejudice and rebellious musicians), and it’s impossible not to feel for her - and she’s only one of an expansive cast. Also has an m/m romance as one of the main three romantic arcs (featuring Marcus Campbell-Black, Rupert’s oldest son, a brilliant pianist, massively lacking in confidence and closeted, terrified that his father will disown him) but many, many more. She is great at having people be self-obsessed, even cruel, and yet also capable of compassion and growth. And I have no ability to assess Cooper’s writing about music but it genuinely makes me want to listen to the pieces her musicians perform in the hope I’ll share her emotional experience.

One day everyone will have always been against this, Omar El Akkad. Part memoir, part indictment of the West and its unobserved idealism, part witness; it’s good and I am glad I read it but it only made me feel worse about humanity.

Unwritten rules, KD Casey. Once again I bravely ford into the uncharted waters of m/m sports romances that are not about hockey. Second-chance baseball romance by someone who obviously loves baseball; this has a lot of good stuff in it (such as interesting, well-thought out characters, who actually feel like sports athletes - there’s good cultural representation, with one hearing impaired Jewish lead and one first gen Venezuelan) but the balance between their first relationship/breakup and the get back together felt too heavy on the past. I have got her other two on hold.

Two Things

Nov. 25th, 2025 08:36 am
muccamukk: Clara and Twelve stand next to the TARDIS on an alien planet. (DW: Pretty)
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1. xkcd just made me cry (continuation of the cancer posts, which no one involved currently has.)

2. Mom gave me a ball of really pretty white yarn, which is wool with a bit of a halo, and maybe sport weight? Could be finger weight? Unsure? It's large enough to make a scarf, and I'm wondering if anyone can suggest a pattern that's: a) VERY EASY, b) maybe has a little bit of lace? I can do very basic lace, as long as it doesn't have too many steps.

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