Talking Meme #7

Aug. 20th, 2017 10:02 am
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(I found this lurking unposted on my Dreamwidth. I wrote it on April 1st; I don't know why I didn't post it. I suppose a Talking Meme would be no fun if it didn't take me all year to get through it!)

For the Talking Meme, from [livejournal.com profile] dimity_blue: What are your favourite Dumas film adaptations?


I thought this was pretty funny for a minute, as I have only ever actually watched one Dumas film adaptation, and then I eventually remembered that I have in fact seen the 2011 Three Musketeers as well. I suppose I could also count the endless 1980s cartoon version, Dogtanian and the Muskehounds, but it's obvious that there's no competition here. Also I've never seen a Dumas film that isn't The Three Musketeers, so it's really not as if I'm an expert.

Anyway, my favouite out of this *cough* wide line-up is clearly the 1970s Richard Lester films. When I saw them first, I'd just read the unabridged English translation instead of the cartoon and the abridged Puffin version and decided it was one of my favourite things ever after all and that I would never watch an adaptation because no adaptation would get the tongue-in-cheek attitude of the book, and then my Dad made me watch this and while it alters some things, it does indeed get the tongue-in-cheek attitude of the book exactly right, and the cast are hard to beat: Michael Yorke, Richard Chamberlain, Faye Dunaway, Oliver Reed, Racquel Welch, Roy Kinnear, Spike Milligan, Christopher Lee and Charlton Heston.

Cut for graphic )

I have some quibbles about some things, maybe, and obviously it would have been nice if the director had actually paid the actors for two films instead of one, but it still wins easily out of all the three and a bit Three Musketeers adaptations I have seen.

Fic/Podfic SGA McShep "Recalculating"

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Aug. 19th, 2017 09:58 am
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We ended up eating out last night. I'm not convinced it was a great idea, but we realized relatively late in the day that we had nothing thawed. There's a whole chicken in the freezer in the basement, but thawing that is going to take a few days. We went to Evergreen again because Scott really wanted to (Cordelia and I have both eaten there twice in the last four weeks) and because we happened to be out that way to visit a bakery that Cordelia was interested in. We all ended up with enough leftovers for a second meal, so there's that.

I used the c-PAP for three and a half hours last night. I'm not entirely sure why I didn't put it back on after I got up to visit the bathroom, but I didn't. My dreams were semi-anxiety dreams with lots of circling back to redo things.

I woke with a headache this morning. Caffeine and food seems to have killed it (it wasn't quite bad enough for me to take an Amerge. I only have two left. I might be able to get more during the next week, but I might have to wait until I see my doctor on the 28th).

I think I'm going to be spending a lot of time in the bedroom this weekend. Scott's watching The Defenders, and I don't want to listen to it because that's not much better than having to watch all the violence.

Our cleaning lady moved around all of the stuff I'd put aside to get rid of. I'm sure she thought that putting all of the clothing together made sense, but some of that stuff is wearable, and some isn't. The stuff that isn't has to go to a completely different place. The stuff that is wearable can go to the same place as the non-clothing stuff, and that's how I had it all sorted.

Today's goal is to finish filling out the various forms that we need to take to high school registration on Monday. A number of them are things that I need to consult with Scott and Cordelia about because they involve spending money on things that Cordelia may or may not actually have any interest in or on things that I know we want (like the yearbook and school pictures) but that we need to decide which version to get.
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Lo these many years ago, American History was one of my special interests.  My undergrad degree was in it (well, not technically, but like 90% of my classes--including Historical Methods and stuff like that--focused on US history).  I still love it, but I'm not focused enough on it to call it a special interest any more.

But you guys, there is SO MUCH interesting stuff about early American history that, if it were taught properly, would REALLY change peoples' perspectives on the "brave, gallant, noble" men of the Confederacy.  And I'm not talking just the racism stuff, like 90% of them were whiny pissbabies and THAT is why the Civil War even existed in the first place.  I shit you not.  The modern Conservative Christian persecution complex has NOTHING on the antebellum Southern elite.  Sure, a lot of those guys were personally brave in battle.  But on a political or moral level, they were ... most five-year-olds are more mature.  (I'm simplifying things a lot here and painting with a really broad brush, but it's not inaccurate.)

This meta is going to take as read that slavery=EVIL and that there is no such thing as a "good" slaveowner and that racism is horribly, horribly evil and nothing good can ever come of it and white supremacy twists and mutilates everything good it comes in contact with.  You all know that, or you should, and you can find lots of places talking about that with a quick google search.  Also, Blacks and poor Whites had vibrant cultures during this time period that I'm going to largely ignore because while all that is awesome, I want you to truly understand ALL the reasons why it's stupid and pathetic to glamorize the Southern elite, which means focusing on them.  The South was (and is!) REALLY AWFUL AND SCREWED UP and racism is part of that but not the only part.  But we will start a bit by talking about racism, because it's the root of so much other evil.

I'm sure you've heard that "race is a social construct!"  Let's look at how that construct got constructed, shall we?

How Black And White People Came To Be )

Economic Differences And Political Boondoggles, or, How The South Learns That Temper Tantrums Are A Viable Political tool. )

The South's Persecution Complex vs. the North's Manifest Destiny )

Taking Their Marbles And Going Home, Then They'll Be Sorry: Civil War Edition )

More Delusions Of Grandeur: The Whole Lost Cause Romantic Bullshit )

And I look at this and shake my head at the triumph of propaganda over reality, and also at the fact that ANYBODY, even a racist, could POSSIBLY think that those idiotic inbred delusional cretinous whiny pissbabies were cool or worthy of adoration.
white woman side eying someone.

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Aug. 18th, 2017 03:57 pm
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As I mentioned a while ago, after much anticipation, Rabbi Ethan Tucker and Rabbi Micha'el Rosenberg's book Gender Equality and Prayer in Jewish Law came out earlier this year. This book, in draft electronic form, has been much circulated among Open Orthodox connected people, so I've been hearing people talking about it for years. I read it and digested it slowly, because it's dense and thematically challenging, but finished it sometime during my travels last week.

The book is not prescriptive at all- it's not p'sak, an authoritative ruling on the questions it asks. It's a review of the halachic questions involved in a)Can women lead a prayer service? and b)Can women be counted as part of a minyan prayer quorum according to Orthodox Jewish law? It's not a simple question, and Tucker and Rosenberg write carefully to force the reader to think through all of the implications of the question.

In particular, Rabbis Tucker and Rosenberg take care to make sure halachic decisors do not reach the right end (which for them is clearly a reformulation of Jewish ritual practice that creates more space for women to participate equally) for the wrong reasons. For example, some prominent halachic decisors offer rulings that appear sympathetic to the egalitarian position, but which emerge from sexist understandings of a woman's capabilities and role in the community. One might be tempted to say "Oh, the Ran says this is okay, he's a Torah gadol, we have support to do what we're doing," but if holding by the Ran's position means affirming a sexist idea about women, that may undermine the egalitarian effort altogether.

Or a leniency on letting women participate may implicate other unintended consequences we wish to avoid. For example, such a leniency may exist in a statement about the participation of both women and minors in a service- we may wish to let women participate but continue to limit the participation of minors, and using this particular leniency would not allow us to do this.

A third set of such cautions applies because many of the restrictions Rabbinically applied on female participation in prayer services are in the name of kavod tzibbur- the honor of the synagogue community. This is a general sense the medieval Rabbis had that allowing women to lead services diminished the honor of the synagogue for some reason- there are various post-hoc theories about what the reason is, whether it's because it makes the men of the congregation seem uneducated, or because women are seen as inherently sexualized and impure, or something else. There is also a long body of Rabbinic literature that says that a community can waive a restriction about kavod tzibbur because of some other conflicting communal need... i.e. if a community only has nine men, some Rabbis say that they can waive kavod tzibbur in order to fulfill the minyan with a woman as the tenth. But, point out Rabbis Tucker and Rosenberg, waiving kavod tzibbur involves acknowledging the dishonor inherent in the act you're allowing. Thus to an egalitarian it's much preferable, though halachically more difficult, to establish that the act involves no breach of kavod tzibbur at all rather than waiving concern for kavod tzibbur. They offer some suggestions toward this end, arguing for example that women in the secular modern world are expected to participate equally in social institutions so that actually excluding them is a greater desecration of kavod tzibbur. This answer is not responsive to the medieval commentators who seem to think that the status of women as violating kavod tzibbur is not dependent on community context but is inherent in the shape of God's universe, but this position is clearly not uncontested.

I think I emerge from the book no more certain how the halacha should play out, but more certain that Orthodoxy needs to work harder to involve women in ritual. And I appreciated the way Rabbis Tucker and Rosenberg challenged me to think about the halacha in new ways and in deeper, subtler contexts. It's an unquestionably brilliant and important work.

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Aug. 18th, 2017 03:39 pm
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My left elbow is hurting a lot. It's been giving me trouble for a couple of months, but it's now hard to sleep because of it, and bending it and straightening it both hurt like hell. Clenching my fist hurts the elbow, too, as does lifting anything heavier than my cell phone. I'm seeing my doctor next week, so I'm going to talk to her about it then. The pain at night thing is the biggest problem. I can get by without using it to lift/carry most of the time, and I'm managing not to move it much even without wearing a sling.

Neither heat nor ice help, but Tylenol does help a bit. I suspect that being low on sleep isn't helping at all as I tend to hurt more when I'm tired.

This is pinpoint pain, so I'm assuming tendinitis.

Links Post

Aug. 18th, 2017 10:19 am
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The Atlantic: Annie Dillard's Classic Essay: 'Total Eclipse' "Seeing a partial eclipse bears the same relation to seeing a total eclipse as kissing a man does to marrying him."

Reading that sentence is what convinced me to ignore this eclipse altogether. It's only going to be a 65% partial eclipse in Los Angeles, so why bother? To tell the truth, I'm more worried about our electricity going out. Apparently, we're supposed to shut off everything during the eclipse?

Longreads: Pregnant, Then Ruptured. After an emergency operation, Joanna Petrone considers the medical advances and legal protections that allow women to survive ectopic pregnancies.

More links under the cuts.
POLITICS )
NOT Politics )

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3 kittens

Fic announcement

Aug. 18th, 2017 11:21 am
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The first of my two stories for this year's [community profile] pod_together challenge has gone live today.

Title: The Last on Your Path
Fandom: The Pretender (TV)
Podfic by: [archiveofourown.org profile] fred_mouse
Podfic length: About twelve minutes
Word count: 1686
Rating: Teen and Up
Tags: Gen, Introspection, Pivot Point, Seeing Things
Notes: The challenge requires putting the text version of the story and the audio links in the same AO3 document.
Summary: Sydney's seeing things he knows can't be real. Eventually, he has to listen anyway.

The Last on Your Path at AO3.

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Aug. 18th, 2017 07:51 am
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I'm up early after not nearly enough sleep because I got smacked with a migraine overnight. Amerge and caffeine seem to be beating it back, but going back to bed won't work for a while yet. I haven't slept since about half an hour before Scott's alarm went off.

I didn't take Ativan last night. I don't know if using the c-PAP without it contributed to the migraine or not.

I did a little writing last night, but I feel like I'm groping in fog to find the characters. I'm firmly in one POV, and that character can only guess at who the other character is which isn't helpful because it means I haven't defined him clearly in my own head. I'm also flip-flopping on what the POV character is willing to do to achieve her goals, and I feel like the story is already too long.

I don't think I'm going to finish the treat I started for Captive Audience by the exchange deadline. I expect the recipient would still want it if I finish it later on. It's a tiny fandom, so not many people were likely to read it anyway.

I'm looking at my holds list at the library and trying to figure out how I ended up with four movies and a season of anime all to pick up on Sunday. There's a waitlist on the anime series and on one of the movies, so I guess I give those top priority. At least the anime is only twelve episodes.

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Aug. 17th, 2017 03:13 pm
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Scott and I set out about 9:30, and we got home with Cordelia a bit after 8:00. It was a really long drive. Scott and I listened to podcasts and an audiobook on the way up. The Hamilton soundtrack played the entire way back because Cordelia finds it soothing and because Scott and Cordelia both sing along with the whole thing.

We got to the area near Interlochen about an hour before we were to pick Cordelia up, so we got lunch at the only restaurant we could find. It wasn't terrible. It also wasn't great. I finished my meal still feeling hungry and without any options for more food.

The Interlochen campus is really nice. I'd have liked to look around more (and the unclaimed Ingress portals only had a little bit to do with it), but Cordelia was really eager to get out of there.

Scott's parents invited us to stop by on our way home, and we did. The timing worked out that we arrived a little after 6:00, so they fed us dinner-- chicken, asparagus, mashed potatoes, and salad.

I dropped my Ativan tablet last night and couldn't find it (those things are tiny!), so I slept without it. I was exhausted enough that I slept soundly until Scott's alarm. After he got up, I didn't get back to sleep until he left. That wasn't because of him. It was me feeling too warm then too cold then having my neck hurt then... Well, on and on.

My allergy trouble hasn't come back. I'm hoping it won't, but the cleaning lady coming today may set me off again because the various cleaning products cause me problems breathing (one of the big reasons we have her come in).
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What I've Finished Reading

Could I possibly have enjoyed The Man in the Brown Suit more? Maybe we could all have done with a little less colonial condescension along the African tourist route, but that's in character for Anne “the Adventuress” Beddingfeld, whom I suspect has more than a few things in common with Agatha Christie. This book includes a brief but lively description of surfing, and this glimpse into Anne's internal monologue:

"This is South Africa," I kept saying to myself industriously. "South Africa, South Africa. You are seeing the world. This is the world. You are seeing it. Think of it, Anne Beddingfeld, you pudding-head. You're seeing the world."

There are actually two narrators: Anne, who is a delight, and the unreliable memoirst Sir Eustace Pedlars, whose diary fills in some helpful details along the way. TMitBS is a rom-com nearly as much as a mystery-adventure – of the Hollywood Comedy Atavism type, wherein the plucky career girl wants nothing more than to be slung over the shoulder of The Right Man and dumped on the floor of a rustic cabin while he paces around going, “Don't tempt me, Anne!” (one of many actual lines spoken in this book). There's enough dubious philosophy about men and women to fill a small but very dubious book. Some readers will probably find this annoying. I found it funny. Christie and I are just going to have to agree to disagree about whether or not strangling is attractive.

Technically, this is another story in which all labor unrest is the work of criminal masterminds, but the writing is so much more assured than in The Secret Adversary (the refreshingly strangulation-free adorableness of Tommy and Tuppence notwithstanding) that I just went with it. Great fun all around.

What I'm Reading Now

“That's queer,” I ejaculated suddenly beneath my breath.

Poirot Investigates is a collection of eleven short stories in which. . . Poirot investigates. The first, “The Adventure of the Western Star,” is a cleverish diamond-heist plot with surprise ethnic slurs and a a twist that is either racist or a depiction of the casual racism of its characters, take your pick.

In “The Tragedy at Marsdon Manor,” Poirot solves a case of suspicious death using a combination of word-association and fake ghosts. “The Case of the Cheap Flat” is mostly a joke about how you can't get a cheap flat in London. I enjoyed “The Mystery of Hunter's Lodge,” wherein Hastings has to be the detective because Poirot has the flu! Of course he makes a botch of it, despite being guided by delightful Poirot telegrams:

Of course black-bearded man was not Havering only you or Japp would have such an idea wire me description of housekeeper and what clothes she wore this morning same of Mrs. Havering do not waste time taking photographs of interiors they are underexposed and not in the least artistic.

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Still in the middle of A Conspiracy of Paper, whose first-person narrator is still getting in the way a little.
I don't think there's anything wrong with him particularly, but it's harder to sell the kind of atmosphere Liss is selling (an atmosphere of generous historical infodumping) when a supposedly contemporary narrator keeps taking it upon himself to explain his own cultural assumptions at length to his audience. A good old-fashioned third person omniscient might have gone over better. Partly I'm having trouble keeping the story straight, which is undermining any suspense that may have been intended. But I'm still reading it, so it can't be too bad, right? I don't think it's bad. We'll see what happens by the end.

What I Plan to Read Next

I've got another round of Agatha Christie waiting for me, starting with The Secret of Chimneys, but I might read Maisie Dobbs first. It's a contemporary historical mystery about an ex-WWI nurse who opens a detective agency in 1929, and the front-cover blurb enjoins me to "Be prepared to be astonished." New York Times Book Review, I am always prepared to be astonished.

When My Ship Comes In Wednesday

Oct. 12th, 2016 12:46 pm
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What I've Finished Reading

Donkey Boy is heartbreakingly specific and as inexplicable as childhood. Not much has changed since we last saw the Maddison family, except that there are two more children now and everyone is a little more bitten and a little more shy. Hetty tries to make Dickie happy, but he doesn't believe he can be happy and he won't let anything go; he blows up horribly at his whole family over some toast that was spoiled by the coal fire; everything that ought to be a funny story feels like an assault on his dignity. Meanwhile, little Phillip, lonely and confused, acts out in ways nobody understands, himself least of all. He sings to himself at night a song of the world that no one can be allowed to hear. What he's becoming, who can say? He might be grown up and married himself before he knows, if he ever does know. It's not like the years did his father any good.

What I'm Reading Now

I never got around to making a separate post for The Count of Monte Cristo, but rest assured it's still the best thing since freedom young love living parents finding a pile of gold in a grotto. Spoilers below through Chapter 30!


IT WAS REAL YOU GUYS.

No tricks, no metaphors, just a big pile of diamonds in a trunk. And no Sierra Madre sadness, either; Dantes fills his pockets with diamonds and boards the ship, no questions asked, no diamonds inconveniently rolling out onto the deck and prompting inconvenient curiosity. This is completely plausible! Sailors don't live cheek by jowl or anything. Why would anyone notice a thing like that? He's also able to sell a bunch of jewels to the first dealer he runs across without tripping any kind of “where'd you get 16 giant diamonds buddy” wire in the local law enforcement and bandit communities. I'm kind of in awe of Dumas' handwaving skills here. In order to roll the plot forward, he needs to sidestep any trouble about the money, so he blithely informs us there's no trouble about the money. NEXT PLOT POINT.

Of course he can't take the whole haul with him; there's too much of it, so we're treated to a description of how carefully he hid the secret entrance to the secret treasure grotto. There's no count in evidence on Monte Cristo, unless DANTES HIMSELF IS THE COUNT. Unless someone else manages to steal his carefully hidden secret GIANT TREASURE HOARD or take over the island by force I don't see what's stopping him from calling himself whatever he wants.

So Dantes is suddenly incredibly wealthy, with a big box of more wealth waiting for him to come back and scoop it up. Triumph soon gives way to SADNESS, though, as Dantes returns to his hometown and is overcome with emotion. It's time for Dantes to learn what we've already been told: his dad is dead. Mercedes has vanished. It's a nice touch that the people now living in his father's apartment are a very young couple, just like he and Mercedes were supposed to be – a ghost of the life that was stolen from him.

Then, Caderousse is back! Dantes goes IN DISGUISE (as his own dead abbe friend) to the house of everyone's my favorite spineless drunk to get the deets on his father, Fernand, Danglars, and Mercedes. He tricks Caderousse into spilling the dirt on everyone by luring him into a fake Dumas plot. Here Dantes learns that Danglars and Fernand betrayed him, that they're both super wealthy and successful, and that Mercedes is married to Fernand . :(

We also learn that M. Morrel, who tried to help Dantes and failed so spectacularly, is now in dire financial straits – he's lost all his ships but one, and that one is missing, and he's on the verge of bankruptcy.

Then there's a stunning interlude, possibly my favorite thing that's happened in the book so far. Dantes buys M. Morrel's last remaining ship, the missing one (in a different disguise) and then visits M. Morrel, presenting himself as his largest creditor and offers to delay his debts so that he can put off declaring bankruptcy – even as he learns that the last ship has been destroyed. The way the debts are eventually forgiven is amazingly baroque – he delivers the receipts to Morrel's daughter Julie via clandestine appointment at the last minute; why not a week before the bill was due? SUSPENSE, of course. “This is the most ridiculous melodrama I have ever seen,” I thought, even as I could hardly breathe because I didn't know if Julie was going to come back in time to prevent Morrel from shooting himself. I was afraid to keep reading! But of course I had to keep reading or I would be in suspense forever, and that's no way to live. SPOILER: SHE'S JUST IN TIME. As if that weren't enough, Dantes has built a replica of the lost ship, brand new, with its name in new paint, and sailed it into harbor full of its lost cargo. A miracle! Anything at all could happen from now on, but I already love Alexandre Dumas forever. How does anyone dare to write something so beautiful and shameless? I haven't felt this way since Gallifrey came back to life.

Now, apparently, it's time for REVENGE. Dantes informs us of this change of focus in a monologue as he slips quietly out of town. I don't know if I'll like revenge as much as Doing Nice Things for the Morrel Family, but Dumas hasn't failed me so far.


THE BEST. I can't wait to see what Dumas has up his sleeve this week.

What I Plan to Read Next

Young Phillip Maddison: more like Phillip SADdison. Another one I'll probably have to purchase new through Faber Finds, since the university library's Williamson coverage is patchy (and the city library's nonexistent), though I'll check used first. Someone actually bought the copy of The Dark Lantern that I took to the bookstore! So at least one other person is reading these, even if they're unlikely to come back and talk to me about it.

Not Much of a Murder Monday

Oct. 10th, 2016 12:43 pm
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What I've Finished Reading

I've just finished Murder on the Links for the second time, and it's just as bafflingly dull as it was the first time. I'm not at all sure why: it's got plenty of twists; there's an unofficial Detective Competition, Poirot is Poirot and Hastings is an idiot. There's no shortage of alarming discrepancies, dark secrets, and layer after layer of people shielding one another from justice. But I lost more time dozing off in the middle of chapters than actually reading.

No such complaint about The Mysterious Affair at Styles – it's just as energetic and suspenseful as Links is inexplicably boring.

Is it the pacing? Is it France? I don't know what happened with Links. Hastings acquires a girlfriend and she's pretty likable, though what she sees in Hastings is never made clear (he is a decent chap who enjoys a good breakfast and has Opinions About Women).


What I'm Reading Now

The Man in the Brown Suit begins unpromisingly with spies, but continues DELIGHTFULLY with a young first-person narrator, Anne “Anne the Adventuress” Beddingfeld, whose late father was “one of England's greatest living authorities on Primitive Man” and who finds herself, shortly after his death, alone in the world save for information pertaining to a suspicious subway accident and just enough money for a passage to South Africa. Some sort of shenanigans are building aboard the ship, but what? I hope it's not spies.

David Liss' A Conspiracy of Paper is narrated by its main character, Benjamin Weaver, a Jewish ex-boxer and persuader-of-all-trades in eighteenth-century London. So far it's mostly a research delivery system, but not a bad one. Weaver does a lot of rough things in this rough city, and his matter-of-fact narration (with occasional supplementary digression on why he prefers not to hit women) can be both awkward and disconcerting, but he has my attention.

What I Plan to Read Next

Poirot Investigates and Watson's Choice, followed by some books I bought at the Friends of the Library book sale.

Wednesday Reading

Aug. 16th, 2017 09:16 pm
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Quick, quick, quick, 'cause I'm so far behind on commitments that it's really unfunny.

I brought along a virtual stack of stuff (mostly in my Kindle) on our vacation last week. I didn't get to a lot of it, but:

The Harbors of the Sun is the conclusion to Martha Wells' Books of the Raksura, and I'm really sad to leave her dragon/bee shapeshifters behind. I have to agree with [personal profile] muccamukk that the Pearl-Malachite show alone was worth the price of admission, and that "Everyone got something to do [and] we met all kinds of old friends again." I'm not sure that I believed in the Evil McGuffin, and I'll need to re-read the story to truly understand what happened to it, but I appreciated the effect that the incident had on Jade and therefore on Moon. And Wells didn't kill off Stone, which is something that I had somehow convinced myself would happen. *sighs with relief*

Monstress vol. 2 (Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda) continues the story of Maika Halfwolf, a very Liu antiheroine (I first encountered Liu through her Hunter Kiss series). A lot of the action takes place aboard a ship, and I enjoyed that a lot. The captain is a total badass. My heart is constantly in my throat with regard to Maika's Morality Pet, the adorable little foxgirl Kippa, but Liu does sometimes let the innocent survive her harrowing tales, so maybe Kippa is *not* marked for a dire end. I'm not sure what I think of the Power Maika is hosting, though.

I'm now reading Yoon Ha Lee's Raven Strategem. I'm enjoying the new characters and Lee's sly humor, but I miss Cheris right now.

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Title: You Make Me Look Legitimate. (On Archive Of Our Own)
Author: [personal profile] lannamichaels
Fandom: Check Please
Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann
Rating: G
A/N: This is 100% [personal profile] dira's fault and I have the chat log to prove it. :P The title is from I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory by Kathleen Edwards, which is a wonderful country song about Canadian hockey.

Summary: Eric Bittle gets the call from the national team at 3AM.


2018 Olympics! )

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What I've Finished Reading

I was surprised by how much I liked When Worlds Collide by the end. I don't like elite secret cabals with secret mineshaft plans and mandatory breeding programs, and I didn't like that the only named female character (who is inordinately excited about the mandatory breeding program) was called Eve, because really? But I loved the scenes of global destruction, and I loved the too-brief glimpses of humanity's new home - with its green sky and ancient roads. On the last night in New York before the evacuation to the interior, the scientists of the cabal watch from the rooftop of their skyscraper as the tide rises through the streets of Manhattan in "the baleful moonlight of the Bronson Bodies," the twin planets that are about to rip Earth apart and knock it out of orbit.

"There are people down there, wading in the street!. . . Why did they stay? They've been warned enough."

"Why did we stay? We gave the warning."

"We've business here."

"So had they - they supposed, and as important to them as we imagined ours to be to us."

The first pass of the Bronson Bodies is catastrophic; the next will destroy the Earth completely. Can our secret cabal invent rocketry and build a spaceship in time to emigrate to its new home? They can! but not before a bunch of non-cabal randos try to tear down their facility, kill a bunch of scientist, and are gunned down in their turn. This is just one of the reasons why you shouldn't have secret survival cabals! Then a couple of kids wander in at the last minute and the cabal survivors say, "What the hell, we'll take these kids." Then a French physicist bangs on the door of the ship and they say, "What the hell," again. There are wonderful descriptions of acceleration pressure and weightlessness, and when the ship lands everyone tumbles out to look at the green sky. "There would be no more human beings who wrote poetry about a blue sky." And there we leave them, with their dazed cows and their hopes, in the ruins of a civilization conveniently eradicated by the vacuum of space.

What I'm Reading Now

How To Write With the Skill of a Master and the Genius of a Child by Marshall J. Cook. One of the last of the many, many "how to write" books donated to the used bookstore, back when there was a local used bookstore - part of a massive single-donor dump that was half books on libertarianism, half writing books. I kept this one because of the confident title, and I like the underlying gimmick (defamiliarization + careful editing = something interesting, probably) but I may be too much of a snob to benefit from it. What happened was that early in Chapter 2, Cook cited Shakespeare as an innovative writer who has stolen all the good stuff, then gave a couple of pearls from Polonius' cliche necklace as examples of "the good stuff." Nearly all the other examples in the book are from movies and TV. Is this a test? Clearly, I have to rise above this obvious snob bait in order to prove myself worthy of instruction.

What I Might Read Next

I'm not sure! Maybe Less than Angels by Barbara Pym?

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