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- Current reading quote: "Yu cyaan go wrong wid lan', he declares, cah dem nah mek no mo' a it." /seen

- Halloweek: so glad I didn't grow up in a culture with haunted murderous bedding, especially as I spent my childhood sleeping under patched bedding that first belonged to my grandmother's household: "The Boroboroton is described as a tattered futon who comes to life at night. It rises up into the air and throws its former owner out of bed, then begins to twine around the head and neck of the sleeper with the intent of strangling him." /wik-eep-edia

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The Kraken, by Alfred Tennyson, 1830

1. Below the thunders of the upper deep,
2. Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
3. His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
4. The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
5. About his shadowy sides; above him swell
6. Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
7. And far away into the sickly light,
8. From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
9. Unnumbered and enormous polypi
10. Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
11. There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
12. Battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep,
13. Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
14. Then once by man and angels to be seen,
15. In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

Notes
1. For "Below the thunders of the upper deep" read indigestion and the consequences thereof.
2. For "abysmal" read "abyssal".
3. "O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie." "His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep" "the silent stars go by."
4. The Kraken lispth, the faint sunlight feints.
6. An early reference to Sponging Millennials.
7-8. O light, thou art sick. The invisible worms that swim in the deep, in the grotty sea.
8. For "wondrous grot" read car boot sale. For "secret cell" read burner phone.
9-10. Enormous octopuses use giant mecha to break village greens into smithereens and pitch them into the air.
11. For "ages" read "ageth".
12. "Battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep": Paging Dr Freud!
13. Travel kettle.
14-15 Certainly knocks "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" into a cocked hat.
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- Reading: 100 books to 22 Oct 2025.

Having completed my 48 reading challenges for 2025 rather early in the year I decided to read through an A-Z of authors I wouldn't otherwise read (minus any excessively troublesome letters because life is too short) by choosing a book from the next letter when I'm in a library. So far I've read 9 books, A to D (+Y because reasons), and enjoyed 6 of them so I feel that's a win. It's also an interesting exercise for me to examine the books I don't pick and why. I'm eagerly expecting to enjoy exploring the entertainment and edification emitting from E - the letter not the drug, obv. ;-)

98. Margaret the First, by Danielle Dutton, 2016, historical novel, 4/5

A short novel based on the life and work of 17th century English author Margaret Cavendish [wikipedia], especially her interior life, and including some quotes from Virginia Woolf's writing about Cavendish. As a historical or biographical novel this would have been unsatisfactory for most habitual readers of those categories as it doesn't expand far beyond the inside of Margaret's head, but intended as an artistic production this mostly works well and is in the vein of Cavendish's own imaginings but written in mildly experimental 21st century literary style. Fun to read but forgettable, although I'd probably try another of Dutton's books if any of my local libraries had one.
(I vaguely recall lavendertook recommending this to me back in 2016?)

pg66: Yet why must grammar be like a prison for the mind? Might not language be as a closet full of gowns? Of a generally similar cut, with a hole for the head and neck to pass, but filled with difference and a variety of trimmings so that we don't grow bored?

99. Notebook, by Tom Cox, 2021, non-fiction (he claims) thoughts and miniature essays, 4/5

If you enjoy reading Tom Cox then you'll enjoy this but I wouldn't rec it as an intro to his work.

pg21: If you're diligent about ironing you might spend, say, thirteen hours of the next year ironing. You'll have neat clothes but remember the cost: that's thirteen hours you've lost that you could have used walking through haunted forests, visiting esoteric museums or befriending strange dogs.

In which we raid the wordhoard

Oct. 21st, 2025 06:42 pm
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- Halloweek: Decided to go subtle for Halloween this year and terrorise the neighbourhood by putting a Beware of the Swan sign on my front gate. Received several concerned enquiries satisfyingly quickly, including from my postie who is now in on the joke and thinks it's lolarious. The fact that I normally eschew "practical jokes" is definitely working in my favour. XD

- Lexicophilia 1: Received an event notification from a learned USian institution informing me that " registratin " [sic] is open. Obviously I'm hoping any correction for this will be registratin' rather than registration. :D

- Lexicophilia 2: I met two gentlemen out for a stroll with their cameras and we got chatting, and eventually the subject came around to customer service representatives. One of the men said he'd recently been on hold waiting for a customer service ambassador, so I wondered if one should address them in the same way as a diplomatic ambassador, i.e. Your Excellency, but my interlocutor felt customer service reps should have their own title and after some discussion of which titles, such as Your Eminence, were already taken, suggested Your Refulgence. Having googled, I was disappointed not to find a fictional Your Refulgence, or any refulgences outside overly flowery translations. Reality has disappointed me again. It has failed to be adequately reflugent. ;-)
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Pleasing occurrences and habitat improvements overlap:

- I was asked to be a spokesperson and do outreach work for the public understanding of science with a respected US scientific institution. I probably won't, partly because I don't want to be subjected to more abusive attentions from anti-science right-wingers (especially well-funded USian cons), but it was flattering to be asked and good to know some scientific research institutions have enough money to ignore their current government's anti-science strictures.

- I was in a shared taxi when another passenger mentioned a well-known terrorist attack and the taxi driver began talking in an informed way about unconscious bias, which isn't how these situations usually work out.

- I care deeply about public toilets, i.e. that everyone has hygienic toilet access. You can't make me care about anybody's gender though. However, while I was in Caernarfon I used a "ladies" loo with a whole long discussion about trans issues written in multiple hands on the back of a cubicle door, and I'm pleased to report there was only the one negative comment about trans people at the top and all the others were positive. I also used gender neutral toilets in a leisure centre in Amlwch on Ynys Mon, and I have a burning desire to share the fact that nothing remarkable happened at all.

- I complemented a hearing impaired British Asian gentleman in the supermarket queue in front of me on the lovely scent of his flowers. We talked briefly and he suggested a time-saving shopping work-around to me that I later put into practice which meant I caught a bus I would otherwise have missed. I'm glad he made the effort to converse with me in a noisy supermarket.

- Habitat )
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“—- This is all very civilized and delightful,” Mrs. Etaris burst in, rushing back at us like a dark blue sheepdog herding her flock, “but I’m afraid we really should be going inside if we don’t want our friends and neighbours to be sacrificed to the Dark Kings." [p. 345]

First in the Greenwing and Dart series: reread, to remind myself just how miserable, unwell and generally detached Jemis was when he first returned to Ragnor Bella (the dullest town in Northwest Oriole) after the debacle of his final term at Morrowlea. Original review here... 

This time around I appreciate Mrs Etaris much more (and wonder whatever became of her previous assistant, 'a quite lovely young man'). I'm also fascinated by the offhand mentions of life before the Fall. ('Whistle a few notes and anyone could call light into a dark room, mage or no, before the Empire fell' (p. 144)).

Anyway! A fish pie (and the Honourable Rag eating herring eyes); aphrodisiacs and a Decadent dinner party; the mysterious Miss 'Redshank'; Jemis as apprentice bookseller; and all manner of delicious references to life in Ragnor Bella.

I may now need to read another one...

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He sent his life forth as the crippled tree
puts forth white flowers in April every year
upon the dying branch. He knew the way.[loc. 93]

A birthday gift from a dear friend: it comprises Le Guin's 1982 'The Art of Bunditsu' (a “tabbist” meditation on the arranging of cats, with Le Guin's sketches of her cat Lorenzo); two sets of poems, some of which brought tears to my eyes as they dealt with the deaths of beloved cats; and various cat-letters, anecdotes and blog posts. Even in these small pieces her prose is perfect and precise: I share her love of cats and her preference for treating them as individuals. Beautiful.

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The rusted robots in the story were a metaphor for wisdom, patina, acceptance, embracing that which was you, scars, pain, malfunctions, needed replacements, mistakes. What you were given. The finite. Rusted robots did not die in the way that humans did, but they celebrated mortality. [loc. 989]

Nigerian-American Zelu, at the start of the novel, is thirty two years old, paraplegic after falling out of a tree twenty years ago, a creative writing tutor, a novelist, and single At her sister's destination wedding, the last three of these change: she loses her job, her latest litfic novel is rejected, and she hooks up with Msizi. And, sitting on the beach in tears, smoking weed, she decides to write a novel about 'a world that she’d like to play in when things got to be too much, but which didn’t exist yet'. This novel -- extracts from which are intercut with the Zelu-focussed narrative -- is called Rusted Robots: it's a story of AIs ('NoBodies') and humanoid robots ('Humes') in Nigeria after the extinction of humanity, and it is wildly successful.

Read more... )
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The heart of culture is taking the time to do the unnecessary in the most picturesque manner possible. [p. 204]

Reread, after reading Olive and the Dragon... my original review from the 2023 Nine Worlds rabbithole is here. This is a delightful novel with mystical bees, a baking competition, and a dragon (which may or may not be the same dragon met by Jemis Greenwing's mother Olive). There is also an inheritance, an Imperial Duke, and Jemis beginning to relax.

After this I obviously needed to reread the first in the series, Stargazy Pie... especially as there is a new Greenwing and Dart novel, Bubble and Squeak, coming in the next few months! (Also, these cosy fantasy mysteries are perfect for autumn... though they always make me want to eat cake.)

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The point is there are no villains in this story, or maybe there are no heroes. [p. 11]

Concluding the trilogy which began with The Atlas Six (which I liked a lot) and continued with The Atlas Paradox (which I liked less). Sadly the trend has continued. Read more... )

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“But also,” said Barbara, “if he hadn’t disappeared.” She did not finish the sentence.
“Then what?” said Tracy.
“Then I wouldn’t have been born,” said Barbara. “That would have been better, I think.” [loc. 4153]

Told from multiple viewpoints in two timelines, this is the story of the Van Laar family and their children: Bear, who goes missing aged eight in 1961, and Barbara, who goes missing aged thirteen in 1975. Are the disappearances linked? Were the children abducted? Murdered? Did they run away? One could make a good case for the latter: the family, though extremely wealthy (they own the woods, and the neighbouring campsite from which Barbara vanishes) is riddled with secrets and dysfunction. Barbara has been 'acting up', using makeup and painting a wild mural on her bedroom wall: her mother Alice is addicted to Valium and alcohol, and still doesn't quite believe that her son Bear is dead. Peter, father to Barbara and Bear, has high standards and little time for his wife.

This is a complex thriller, with themes of misogyny, class and scapegoating. I liked female cop Judyta (who's very much belittled because of being a woman, but who is key to solving the mystery) and TJ, who runs the summer camp and is distinctly queer-coded. Louise, the counselor who first notices Barbara's absence, is a working-class girl with a rich fiance and a history of abuse. Tracy, who's 12, is befriended by Barbara and asked to keep her secrets... Each of these women, as well as Alice, and Maryanne Stoddard whose husband died of a heart attack during the search for Bear and was subsequently blamed for the boy's disappearance, has to deal with sexism, powerlessness and injustice.

It's also a very interesting comparison of parenting values: between the 1960s and the 1970s, as well as between working class and upper class families. (There's a really chilling line in Alice's narrative about 'part of a mother’s duty was to be her daughter’s first, best critic'. This resonates...)

Ultimately, while I was caught up in the story and its complex relationships, I didn't find the resolution wholly satisfactory. Barbara's conclusion just wasn't credible, even for 1975. But the ways in which blame is apportioned and withheld, the ways in which gossip and bias affect everyone in the story, were very well done: and the multitude of narrators, in two different timeframes and out of sequence, maintained their individual voices and never became confusing.

I'm still thinking of the title, The God of the Woods, which refers to Pan and thus to panic. Though there are scenes of panic, it's not a defining characteristic of the novel. But a lot of people do lose their way, mostly metaphorically: and not all of them find the right path again.

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My answers to this week's Friday Five don't feel enough for a post, but three things proverbially do make a post so...

- Current reading quote i: "There was no burial save in the ruins of the houses, or in the bellies of the beasts and birds."

- Eat all the things! I saw a Strawberry Tree, Arbutus unedo, in fruit while I was out for my daily constitutional so I ate one of the red spiky-but-soft fruits but "I only ate one" as is reputedly traditional. It was sweet with a mild flavour and a creamy + grainy texture. The fruit bruises easily enough not to be worth collecting except for preserves or same day stewing (although I don't know how that would turn out - possibly good for a crumble because of the texture unless the pippy bits soften when stewed?). The local birds, who appear to be spoiled for choice, have left the fruit alone even after it dropped, which made me double check for edibility before I tried it. 8/10 would eat again, but only one.... Feeling MOLTO ITALIANO now, obv. Or possibly Spanish: it me. ;-)

- Current reading quote ii: "When we ride to the Fairgreen on the Friday evening led by My Lord Whipman, we ride with ghosts beside us."

- This week's Friday Five is stalking you on LJ / DW !!1!! )
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2025/162: Magic Lessons — Alice Hoffman
A streak of independence and a curious mind meant trouble. In Martha’s opinion, a woman who spent her time reading was no better than a witch. [loc. 3165]

Prequel to Practical Magic (which I haven't read since the last millennium), The Rules of Magic and The Book of Magic (which I don't think I've read at all), this novel explores the roots of the curse on the Owens women.

The novel begins in Essex, England ('Essex County', hmm) in 1664. Maria is found as a baby, abandoned in the snow, with a crow keeping her company. She's taken in by spinster and wisewoman Hannah Owens, who teaches her the 'Unnamed Arts' -- herbalism, midwifery, and the importance of loving someone who will love you back. These are troubled times, though, and solitary women are suspect: Read more... )

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2025/161: Bliss and Blunder — Victoria Gosling
Sometimes he’ll be mopping the floor and listening to a couple of the regulars, and he knows it’s not from now. It’s from before. What’s more, time is supposed to be sequential, right? One thing happening after another. Things further back receding, more recent things feeling, well, more recent. Not for Wayne. [loc. 1637]

The Matter of Britain meets Jilly Cooper! The setting is the medieval town of Abury, in Wiltshire: the characters drink at the Green Knight, where Vern the landlord has an odd agreement -- 'anything you gain you give to me' -- with Wayne the barman. Arthur is a tech billionaire, Lance is a veteran with PTSD, Gwen is an influencer, Mo was adopted from a Bangalore roadside, Morgan is ... vengeful. 

Read more... )
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96. Arthur and the Lost Kingdoms, by Alistair Moffat, 1999, non-fiction popular history, 3.5/5

Mostly notes to self tbh. Soz not soz. :-)

Blah blah yadda yadda my door is always open ::slams:: (bet nobody gets this reference) )

In conclusion: very pop history, but for me an interesting overview of several aspects of late Roman and post-Roman history I didn't know enough about and which slot into what I did know to expand my understanding, i.e. the book did what the author intended (even though the marketing ruse was the short section of Arthuriana).

P.S. When I googled for the plural of "bonus" in English the AI threw a sickie, lmao.
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2025/160: Olive and the Dragon — Victoria Goddard
Olive had dreamed of the next days a hundred times, for all it was no necessary tragedy for any of them, seeing fragments play out of a hundred different choices.
No necessary tragedy, if she chose aright.[loc. 61]

A novella set well before the beginning of the 'Greenwing and Dart' series, Olive and the Dragon focuses on Jemis Greenwing's mother Olive (deceased before the series proper) and her gift of seeing possibilities and probabilities. Read more... )

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- Lexicophilia: I think the terms related to "popular kids" should be "populist kids" to help people think about the system they're buying into.

- In the hood, wearing my hoodie, interacting with the neighbourhood....

Me, outside in black trousers and a black hoodie with the hood up because it's raining.
Neighbour, apparently having indulged in a liquid lunch: "Has anyone ever told you that you look like a Dark Lord?"
Me, in amused retaliation: "And you look like Fred Dibnah, mate."
Neighbour: "Fred Dibnah? That's really hurtful!"
Me, still amused: "You said I looked like a Dark Lord!"
Neighbour, explaining that he didn't mean any of the cool evil geniuses but one of the second tier inadequates....
Me, now actually offended instead of mollified, lmao.

P.S. Also love the fact there's a long Fred Dibnah, aka Дибна, Фред, page on Russian language wikipedia.

- Continue musing on whether the Romantics did us more of a cultural service or disservice by reinventing castles, medieval military architecture as phenomenally expensive display of power and resource-hoarding, in their ruined and slighted state as sublimely beautiful if viewed through an approved lens (sometimes a literal Claude glass), and reinventing chivalry as graciously heroic, thus giving a sort of closure to otherwise unresolved history of war and mass violence. Interesting as a Brit to remember castles were still in use as defensible fortifications during the Second English Civil War, and later elsewhere in Europe, only 150 years before Romanticism was peaking.
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2025/159: They Called Us Enemy — Justin Eisinger, Steven Scott, George Takei

Following the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, over a hundred thousand Japanese-Americans (the majority US citizens) were relocated to internment camps. George Takei's family was among those affected, and this is his account of what it was like, as a small boy, to be taken away from everything he knew. At the time it was a great and often joyous adventure, but as a teenager he raged against his father for not standing up to the authorities. Only in later life did he come to understand how his parents did whatever they could to protect their three children. 

Read more... )

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