Prompt #043 - Touch

23 May 2017 06:34 am
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Manchester Bombing

23 May 2017 08:10 am
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I just got home from holiday (literally last night) - I honestly did not think that this was the news I would be waking up to.

I don't know what it is about Manchester, but it's always kids. That's absolutely the worst bit of this, versus the other recent ones in UK, this is going to have effected a lot of kids. And it's awful.

Thoughts out to all involved - I know I don't have very many UK friends peeps, but hugs to all who are.

I have been desktopping

22 May 2017 11:41 pm
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Since my new screen is ginormous. I've been using Pixlr, as my ancient photoshop will not work on this computer. Sadness.

Anyway, some of these are better than others, and I am to lazy to do preview images. Lots of reds.

Women of SG: Atlantis
Liz and Teyla, and a bit of Sam (a variation of the above)
Mockingbird (Bobbi Morse) Because those covers were fucking amazing, ok.
Multiple Marvel women Natasha Romanov, Carol Danvers, Bobbi Morse.
Natasha Desktop 1
Natasha Desktop 2 Art by Phil Noto
Natasha Desktop 3 Art by Phil Noto
Kara Thrace and Sam Anders
River Song, the many faces of
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How Was Monday, You Ask?

My back still hurts. 

And I had to pick up a dead squirrel in our courtyard (don't worry; I used a garbage bag.) Poor thing. 

On a less facetious note - I am so sorry to hear of the apparent terrorist suicide bombing in Manchester. Blowing up a bunch of youngsters at a concert ... I have no words ....

In the Garden of Weedin'

22 May 2017 06:31 pm
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Misidentification everywhere.

It smells like sage, and grows similar to Strawberry Spinach at first, then suddenly get a lot bigger --Woolly Hogwort, host to Daggerwing Butterfly caterpillars (and a few similar species).

It grows similar to Strawberry Spinach at first, then suddenly develops groups of buds (mostly 3 at a time)-- Arizona Blanketflower (planted the seeds but thought they died).

Tiny weed with very round, simple leaves, that if left alone grows tiny yellow flowers--Purslane an edible weed I've been ripping out for decades only to discover the leaves taste delicious to me- like spinach.

Caterpillar munching on an isolated fern plant in my yard in Florida. I don't recognize it, but I know most caterpillars are picky & will only eat one type of plant. I have tons of fern, so I don't mind, but I'm curious, what kind of butterfly or moth IS IT? I google search and search and search, and when I do find it, it's always 'unknown' 'mystery' 'damn caterpillar eating my fern, how do I get rid of it.'

Finally I go to one of the forums to get rid of it, 'this caterpillar sneaks in on fern imported from Florida grown plants'. More googling.

So, guess what the common name of it is? The Florida Fern Moth. ARGH. I should have known. :^)

At this point I don't know if I have ANY Strawberry Spinach plants. There are a couple of suspects left that haven't yet turned into Cinderella, so maybe.
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Answer: Moot

22 May 2017 04:31 pm
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We were asked, What is the origin and correct usage of “moot?” Moot has a variety of meanings, so correct usage can be a bit tricky.  Let’s dig right in with some help from the characters of Star Trek.

Who gives a hoot about moot? )

Sort of politics...

22 May 2017 09:14 pm
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I've had this open in a tab for a few days now:

BBC: Election Lexicon: Robin Hood tax, cockroaches and Heineken politician
(Mostly linked because it said we should have listened to Doctor Who. No, not the recent episode (we can only wish), but about cybermen. Although what with the 'Robin Hood tax' there could be a bit of a nod...)

Of course, our news is nothing compared to America:

WaPo: Sinkhole forms in front of Mar-a-Lago; metaphors pour in

Still, I wish our news would pay more attention to the environment. And how ~Strong and Stable Leadership~ also seems to equal screwing over said environment.

Please vote. It could help save the planet.

Superheroes and Lego Robots

22 May 2017 08:23 pm
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At the University Open House during Liverpool Light Night

For context, John Higgins was giving a talk to go with an exhibition of his art in the Victoria Gallery and Museum, where the Open House was taking place.

Better Late Than Murder Monday

30 May 2016 02:05 pm
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What I've Finished Reading

"He books it into that little playground there. I mean the guy is zooming like the Road Runner, skidding through the gravel and the slush and everything. I'm yelling, 'Police, police! Stop, motherfucker!'"

"You do not yell, 'Stop, motherfucker.'"

"I do. Because you know, Palace, this is it. This is the last chance I get to run after a perp yelling, 'Stop, motherfucker.'"

I really enjoyed The Last Policeman by Ben H. Winters, about a tenacious detective at the end of the world. I think this is my first official example of
that "detective's new girlfriend is murdered for extra angst" plot I've been hearing about.
I didn't mind it here, though I would probably start to mind it if it happened in every book. Hank Palace is a guy who likes to get his work done. He makes some mistakes and almost drops the case entirely, but eventually he keeps on because it's his job. Every now and then he meets other people who like to get their work done, even in the shadow of the end of everything.

There is a sequel, Countdown City, which I'll probably read. But I feel a little anxious about it -- I don't know if I want to get to October when the asteroid lands. I would rather leave Hank Palace where he is, faithfully getting his work done because he's alive right now and that's what you do when you're alive.

What I Didn't Read

I made a game attempt to listen to a previously unread Agatha Christie book, Cat Among the Pigeons - I thought Christie's writing style might be clear enough to allow me to follow along - but no luck. I immediately became attached to the classic Christie hypercompetent PA character at the beginning, but then she vanished and suddenly some plummy dudes were talking about the plot and I was completely at sea. With the L. K. Hamilton book, I didn't care what was going on and could just enjoy the free-floating goofiness and all the Mary Sue monologues about bra holsters and expensive dinners and the annoying burden of responsibility. But trying and failing to listen to a new-to-me book by an author I like was too frustrating; I had to bail after the first thirty minutes.

I should note that the very entertaining narrator of Burnt Offerings was Kimberly Alexis. The narrator for Cat Among the Pigeons was Hugh Fraser, who plays Hastings in the Poirot TV show and is delightful. Here he's a little too aggressively squeaky on the female voices, but generally ok, I think (I was too sad about not being able to follow the story to judge).

What I'm Reading Now

In A Clutch of Constables (1968!), Troy attempts to relax after her latest gallery show by taking a peaceful riverboat vacation all by herself. Surely murder won't tread on the innocent heels of this harmless artist whose only mistake was to marry a detective! Surely! Luckily, Troy is Troy and can take just about anything in stride. So far, Troy has been quizzed about her full name by one of Marsh's hysterical spinsters, and there has been an awkward flurry of interest when "a coloured man" joins the party. The narration wants me to join Troy in wishing her far away, but I like the spinster for this book -- a nice mix of vintage and late-sixties cliches.
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Moreover, I forgot almost immediately these last weeks of our stay. What I saw almost invariably in my minds eye when I thought of Balbec were the hours which, every morning during the fine weather, since I was due to go out in the afternoon with Albertine and her friends, my grandmother, following the doctor's orders, insisted on my spending lying down with the room darkened [. . .] I went back to bed; obliged to taste without moving, in imagination only, and all at once, the pleasures of games, bathing, walks which the morning prompted, joy made my heart beat thunderingly like a machine set going at full speed but fixed to the ground, which can spend its energy only by turning over on itself.

I didn't forget about In Search of Lost Time! I finished Within a Budding Grove on Monday.

Recently, I had the chance to talk to two different people about Lost Time -- one who said, "UGH, Proust, I couldn't stick with it, I had to give up after the twentieth time it was just a lot of bourgie French people walking back and forth," (approximately Page 8 of vol. 1) and one who claimed it was the best thing ever, not the best novel in French or the best fruit of the invention of language, but the best thing, full stop. My own feelings are somewhere in between.

Within a Budding Grove was not quite the rapture that Swann's Way was, maybe because some of the novelty has worn off the sentence structure, maybe because Little M. is a little older – here there is less hyper-sensory free-association and more posturing by glib young intellectuals and musing about the essential nature of girls and other categories of people – maybe just because I've been more distracted. I still have high hopes for The Guermantes Way, which Best Thing Ever Guy reluctantly (but not really reluctantly) ranked as his favorite volume of the six.

Wildest Dreams Wednesday

25 May 2016 02:01 pm
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What I've Finished Reading

Like Clifford Chatterly's blameless motor-chair, Lady Chatterly's Lover did the best it could. My patience got tested by all the back-to-the-land business and the general swallowing-up of the last eighty pages in The Mellors Method of Manhood: A Free Course in Comprehensive Mellorology With Oliver Mellors, but I was glad I read it just the same. Mellors, who has to bear the symbolic burden of being a Real Man in a world of emasculated abstractions with skinny legs, seriously suffers from it as a character: he enters the book as living flesh only to dissolve by the end into a cloud of words. Connie is sympathetically drawn and less garrulous and all-knowing, and fares a little better overall. Mellors' wife Bertha never gets to be a character in the first place. In the end, though, I think my feelings were a little less mixed than [personal profile] osprey_archer's. I liked this book, for its cranky, awkward earnestness and for its beautifully observed portraits of brooding hens and spring plants (even if Lawrence's irritating habit of tacking the word "female" all over every descriptive noun spoils it a little) and for Connie, who is a good character until Mellors starts in talking and forgets she's still there. It's because Connie is so believably discontented that I don't buy the alleged happy ending for a minute. Is it even supposed to be a happy ending? I can't tell. But that's all right, I think. Any story can have a happy ending if you cut it off in time, and sometimes even if you skip ahead five years and reduce Connie's messy second divorce to a two-sentence summary and a wry, sad smile.

The Dispossessed was slower going than The Left Hand of Darkness - it's a little more nakedly a novel of ideas, with many, many long conversations about social organization among the post-revolutionary anarchist settlers of Anarres and between Anarresti physicist Shevek and his hosts on the archist, "propertarian" planet Urras - but I liked it once I got used to it. The sections set on Urras are full of fish-out-of water scenes: Shevek goes shopping, Shevek meets an otter, Shevek gets drunk for the first time, Shevek asks where all the women scientists are and gets a lot of confusing Space Sixties double-entendres in reply. Eventually a plot breaks out, but mostly it's a worldbuilding story (and a story about worldbuilding).

Oh! and I finished listening to Burnt Offerings by Laurell K. Hamilton. I couldn't really tell you what happened, except that Anita is Very Important to inter-were politics and there was a lot of non- and dubiously-consensual sex and maybe someone getting set on fire? But the narrator did a great job with Anita's brattiness and the douchey and/or goofily accented voices of her coworkers/harem, and it passed the time effectively while I was moving things around. I tried another audiobook, The Hand of Oberon by Roger Zelanzy, with much less success; I couldn't follow it at all and gave up within about ten minutes.

What I'm Reading Now

I've just begun Scenes from Provincial Life and so far, it's just as low-key as its title suggests, except that the young narrator and his friends keep casually wondering if they should leave England for America ahead of the Nazis. In the meantime, the narrator has a job at a school where he gets criticized for not expressing more disapproval of the boys' bad language. He's seeing a woman named Myrtle, and wondering if there's a good way to bring her along on the escape-to-America plan without having to marry her. It's February 1939 and who knows what the world will look like in a year? Right now, it's a lot of tea shops and dismal news on the radio, and buttering different kinds of bread and trying to think clearly about a future to big and close to see, plus some beautifully petty and confusing awkwardness over whether Tom's boyfriend and the narrator's girlfriend are allowed to meet each other at their shared weekend sex cottage.

What I Plan to Read Next

Guards! Guards! is here at last! And I'll probably finish To Say Nothing of the Dog this week, also. The next book club selection is the Foundation trilogy by Isaac Asimov, which I've read before and probably won't start until I have to go out of town -- it's one of those bag-of-chips books that are good for reading on airplanes.
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What I've Finished Reading

Annotated Holmes and Anna Clarke )

What I'm Reading Now

The Big Sleep and The Last Policeman )

What I Plan to Read Next

Clutch of Constables! And this book I got from the library has both The Big Sleep and Farewell, My Lovely so we'll see what happens there (endless confusion, probably). And Guards! Guards!, if that counts.

Wednesday Words to the Wise

18 May 2016 01:27 pm
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What I've Finished Reading

Time of Hope by C. P. Snow. It went by fast and didn't bore me, and was a little more interesting than the previous Snow. This one is kind of diluted Somerset Maugham, with the narrator deliberately getting himself hopelessly entangled with an unhappy woman who will make him unhappy. I might say a little more about it next week and I might not. Probably I should.

What I'm Sort of Reading

In an attempt to give my eyes a break, I picked up a free audiobook from work and have been listening to it. The book is Burnt Offerings by Laurell K. Hamilton, starring a slightly insufferable urban vampire hunter, her preternaturally foppish vampire boyfriend, and lots of rape. It takes place in a world where there are were-versions of every mammal anyone ever drew on a notebook in middle school, vampires, a Circus of the Damned, and zombies, and probably some other things that just haven't come up. Anita Blake works as a kind of law-enforcement liaison for supernatural cases. This provides her with lots of interesting scars to show off in tank tops and backless dresses, and also some moral dilemmas. There are already enough descriptions of clothing and dialogue infodumps for ten regular books - Anita reminds me a little of Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. She was dating a vampire and a werewolf, but the werewolf freaked her out by eating a guy right in front of her, so now she's sticking to the comparatively safe and meticulously groomed vampire, who talks with a Pepe Le Pew accent and says "ma petite" a lot.

It's not really my thing. If this were a paper book, I would have closed it around the third or fourth conversation about how tough and goff and unlike other girls Anita is, but in this format it's enjoyable. I don't mind that I can't follow the plot because I probably wouldn't like the plot very much (from what I can tell: a bunch of supernatural factions rape and torture each other; Anita is the Chosen One of several communities of which she is not a part), and it helps pass the time while I'm cleaning.

What I'm Reading Now

Lady Chatterly's Lover is a book that I am reading )

It's interesting. I can't really tell how good it is or isn't. The little motor chair is my favorite character, poor little guy. It could be the hero of a children's book: broken and abandoned by the evil/pathetic Sir Clifford, it lingers forlornly first in a barn, then in a scrap yard, before being discovered and fixed up by the scrap metal man as a gift for his daughter, who loves it for the freedom it gives her while respecting its limitations as a machine. It could be called Dream of the Chair or A Chair for Cecilia or The Very Lonely Chair or The Helping Chair, with winsome single-color imitation period illustrations, or maybe some nice watercolors.

I just started To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis, which does have a time-travel grant committee, or maybe just one eccentric billionaire who controls the time-travel funds; I'm not sure. There's a team of time-travelers who have been sent back to confirm the existence at a particular time of an architectural feature, for reasons that are unclear. It's a little funny, but not yet as funny as Three Men in a Boat. I am going to read the rest, but I have to finish The Dispossessed first, and a bunch of other things.

What I Plan to Read Next

I have to finish my current stack before I can start anything new! Two new 99 Novels, previously mentioned -- The Disenchanted and Scenes from Provincial Life. Some books from my bookshelf, probably.
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What I've Finished Reading

Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett. Death is fired for imprudently developing a personality, and his functions are put on hold until a suitable replacement can be found. This naturally leads to a lot of confusion and mess, but for a little while Death is able to enjoy his new job as a farm laborer and his new friends down at the pub. Children and wizards can see his true form, but it doesn't cause as much trouble as you might expect.

"Hallo, skelington."

"Hallo, skelington."

He swiveled around.

The small child of the house was watching him with the most penetrating gaze he had ever seen.

"You are a skelington, aren't you," she said. "I can tell because of the bones."

[. . .]


She regarded the old men at the other end of the bench.

"They're nearly skelingtons anyway," she said. "I shouldn't think they'd want to see another one."

He gave in.


"Why don't you fall to bits?"


"I've seen skelingtons of birds and things and they all fall to bits."


"I can tell because of the bones." <3 I enjoyed this book almost as much as Mort. Every scene involving Death settling in to village life was pure gold, and the rest was a mix of good, great, not-so-great, and amazing, with a little confusion and some clunkiness scattered in for good measure. Will Death save the day? Do you even have to ask? I'm delighted with Terry Pratchett for making the Grim Reaper such an unexpectedly (and hilariously) sympathetic protagonist.

What I'm Reading Now

Time of Hope has the strongest start of any C. P. Snow book yet! Or maybe I just like stories about kids having to deal with their parents' problems. Lewis Eliot is the narrator we've had all along, with the same transparent style. The different threads are beginning to meet each other here: we've got George Passant, who was the central figure of Strangers and Brothers, and another reference to Roy's youthful infatuation with Jack and the scandal it causes when his parents find out.

I liked the scene when Lewis' father takes him to a cricket match, the first sports game they have gone to together, in order to break the news that he is about to file for bankruptcy. As Mr. Eliot watches the players, he begins to daydream about a new career:

I was not sure of the facts, but I knew that somehow the answer would please my father )

Lady Chatterly's Lover is chattering along. I'm a little bored with the endless references to "the bitch-goddess, Success" and her hapless hound-prostitute-acolytes. I get it! Success is a bitch-goddess! This imagery is theoretically pungent but strangely unspecific. The multiple significant glares of Mellors the Gamekeeper are also boring - in both senses, I guess. But I'm a sucker for earnest early twentieth-century cocktail-party sex talk, and LCL is almost nothing but. DID YOU KNOW that our civilization is about to fall into a bottomless chasm of malaise? Did you know that when that happens, the only bridge across the chasm will be the phallus? It's true! Or, maybe not true in a strict sense, but you have to admit it sounded pretty smart for a second there! Or if not smart, exactly, at least mildly titillating, and isn't that what this broken-backed eunuch of a country needs? No offence, Clifford :(.

Also, real men and real women are in alarmingly short supply in these rootless times! What makes men and women real? No one knows for sure, but it's clear what real men and women don't do: they don't lounge around in the Chatterlys' drawing room quipping about sex taxonomy over brandy like these jokers.

I thought Connie's experience with the needy playwright Michaelis and his humiliating criticism of her was very well drawn, and maybe a good metonomy for Connie's sense of betrayal and confusion in general - not just by sex, but by all the ideals of adulthood that seem to have dissolved at close range, like walking into a cloud. Connie has finally hired a nurse for Clifford and started taking long walks in her free time, which means that D. H. Lawrence has the chance to do some of that seasonal description he's good at.

What I Plan to Read Next

The further adventures of Death? And when I finish Time of Hope I'll be up to 1950 in my 99 Novels chronology, which means Scenes from Provincial Life by William Cooper and The Disenchanted by Budd Sculberg, two books I know nothing about!

Fanfic Meme

22 May 2017 12:48 pm
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Stolen from [personal profile] scripsi and [personal profile] lost_spook:


List the first five (or so) lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether. WIPs count). See if there are any patterns.

 1. One Quick Trip (Doctor Who, Eight, Gen) -  Muriel thought she was dreaming. She turned around the room, soaking in the impossibility of it, taking in every detail she could. If this was a dream, then why could she see so much and with so many details? Wouldn’t her vision be hazier?


The decor of this room, well, the control room of his spaceship, was a mixture of old-fashioned Earth Victorian melded with alien technological elements. In the corner she saw regular old books on a dusty bookshelf, and next to it a small ornate chair with end tables at either side. 



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The time has come. . .

. . .to tell you I was WRONG. There is a killer dolphin in Killer Dolphin! It's just that it's a bronze statuette somebody used as a murder weapon, rather than a living (killer) animal. This is a theater mystery with several interesting cranks, a restored Victorian theater full of lovingly described kitsch and velvet, an alleged relic of Shakespeare, and lots of gossip. The immediate means of solving the mystery is a bit of a cheat, but not so that it matters very much.

Killer Dolphin has some of Marsh's best caricatures and one of her weakest, plus a version of the recurring Repulsive Child Performer character I like, plus an eccentric millionaire with a dark secret whose sexuality everyone spends an unseemly amount of time arguing about. This book takes place ostensibly in the present (1966), represented by oblique references to the Beatles and direct ones to TV, but you'd never notice it otherwise. Marsh seems to be doubling down on use of "ejaculated" as a dialogue tag as the century wears on.

I would be remiss if I didn't quote you this brush with Irrefutable Face Science:

Look out! )

But what about Dead Water? It's ok, too, thought I think this is the second book in which Marsh gives a character epilepsy without quite seeming to know what epilepsy is. The small town-turned spiritual tourist trap stuff gets shoved aside in favor of some less appealing drama, but it all comes together in the end, if a little sloppily. There's our stalwart companion the Hysterical Sex-Starved Spinster, plus the requisite non-hysterical spinster for balance, unhappy wives, the choleric military retiree, the hapless clergyman, and the Nice Young Couple who shudder a little at the unlovely neuroses of their elders but decide to make a go of marriage anyway, it being a new generation with improved mores and all. It's been thirty years since the first Inspector Alleyn mystery; the Nice Young Couples of the early books have since ripened into today's middle-aged cautionary tales (but Alleyn hasn't aged a bit as far as anyone can tell). In the end, Alleyn introduces Fox to his old Foreign Service French tutor, who offers to help him with his French.

A trivial fact: I think I've now read more novels by Ngaio Marsh than by any other single author, with the possible exception of Ann M. Martin whose singleness is a little ambiguous. Eventually, unless the unforeseen happens and I get bored with the Extended Murderverse, Agatha Christie will have her beat, but this hasn't happened yet and won't for a while.

The nice thing about Ngaio Marsh is that almost any book in her catalog can stand as an example of what's appealing about Ngaio Marsh. The first few books are awkward, with uncertain characterization and bad action scenes and Bolshevik anarchist menaces, but once she hits her stride (around Vintage Murder) there are very few weak links; she's a remarkably consistent writer. If you like the Marsh formula, there's enough of it to keep you busy for a long time, and if you don't, it should be clear after a book or two.

KILLER DOLPHIN was #24, so if Marsh is going to go into a decline, she has eight more books in which to do it. Is it going to happen? I'm going to bet on "not very much."

What's next: It's time to catch up with Sherlock Holmes in the Adventure of the Opinionated Footnotes! And possibly some other things, too. The next Marsh book is Clutch of Constables, but I probably won't get to it right away.
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What I've Finished Reading

Not much! Uninteresting circumstances have made it hard for me to concentrate this week, so I didn't get far with any books that aren't super easy to read. I finished Mort, in which Death takes a human apprentice and tries to get a more relaxing job "maybe something nice with cats or flowers." The apprentice screws everything up due to excessive compassion and anyway, Death isn't allowed to take a break; it's as bad as being a fictional detective. I read Hot Water by P. G. Wodehouse, which was pleasantly full of American con artists trying to con one another.

I did finish The Body, which I liked a lot, though there was a caricature of myself at 19 at the back of my mind going, "Ugh, another book about male jealousy, ugh" and worrying that Bishop was going to kill his wife in the end. But my present self thought it was beautifully written, funny and suspenseful. It's like Leontes' monologue in The Winter's Tale, but suburban: two great tastes that turn out to go great together. And Bishop's jellyfish uxoriousness is appealing even as he's tearing himself to pieces for no reason - or possibly that's just me. Anyway, another hit from the 99 Novels list.

What I'm Reading Now

A bunch of things I keep closing after five pages, through no fault of their own.

I promised [personal profile] osprey_archer I would join her in reading Lady Chatterly's Lover, so I started that this morning. The last thing I read by D. H. Lawrence was in 2008 or so and I vaguely remembered his prose style being kind of overheated and fairy-taleish (possibly incorrectly) so I was surprised that the first two chapters of LCL are extremely straightforward and explanatory, almost like a Baby-Sitters' Club opening chapter, where everyone's traits are dealt out to us at the outset. Connie and Clifford married without knowing each other very well, then Clifford went to war and came back paralyzed from the waist down. Clifford wants to be a writer but is thwarted by his lack of an inner life, or something like that; Connie wants a sex life but is thwarted by Clifford's paralysis. Cultural osmosis (and the back cover) tells me that this book will be about Connie having an affair, or maybe several affairs, rather than about Clifford and Connie learning to work with Clifford's limitations. But we'll see!

What I Plan to Read Next

It's C. P. Snow time again! And I'll have to catch up with my other books sometime, hopefully soon.

Have We Got Fandom!

22 May 2017 08:18 pm
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Our first activity was a full success! We have no fewer than 14 gorgeous entries! Hover over the icons to see the fandom names.

For everyone who added comments and explanations, those are visible each under their own cuts - including a link to each maker's submission thread, if you want to comment to the makers directly.

Of course you can also comment on this post here, praise, pick favorites, and generally squee about the beautiful icons! *G*

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