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Rather than do a usual Wednesday book post, I'm going to aim for a more in-depth review of the most interesting book I read this past week.

This was another fortitous historical find thanks to the Song of the Lark blog -- I'd previously heard of Johanna Kinkel, and listened to some of her songs, but the blog post there, helped put together for me the arc of her life. She left her abusive first husband and supported herself with a successful musical career (here's her setting of Heine's Die Lorelei). Then she secured a divorce, fell in love and married again. She and her new husband got involved with politics, which led to him being sentenced to death for his part in the revolution of 1848-49. However, she used her connections to first commute his sentence and then help him escape from jail, after which they moved to London and struggled to get by with four children, but despite declining health found a second career writing and giving public lectures on music. Sadly, just days after writing her novel Hans Ibeles in London, she fell out of a window and died; she was only 48.

I also learned from the blog post that Johanna Kinkel's novel had been translated from German into English in 2016 as part of the Ph.D. thesis of Angela Sacher -- so of course I had to try reading it, and it drew me right in with the story, characters, social commentary, and sense of humor. That said, while for the most part I greatly enjoyed reading it, I don't think it entirely works as a novel, and I can only recommend it with the reservations that it's depressing in stretches, and the final section has weird melodrama and uncomfortable race stuff. (More on that later.) I also feel a bit daunted writing this review, since, while there is some scholarly writing about Hans Ibeles in London out there, I could only find one short book review of it on the Internet, and it's quite short (here, in German, also contains a link to a epub of the original German text).

While the book draws deeply on Johanna's family experiences as German refugees in London, the story is only very loosely autobiographical. The titular Hans Ibeles is a small-town composer and conductor in Germany, who gets caught up in the revolution and then has to flee to London, with his wife and their seven children. But it is his wife, Dorothea, steadfast, practical, and domestic, who is the heart of the story -- Hans's character sometimes feels a bit out of focus, but we always know where we are with Dorothea as she navigates the culture shock of moving to England, makes friends, faces difficulties, and ultimately comes to respect her Victorian middle-class neighbors and find a place among them.

There's a scene early in the book, where Hans and Dorothea are making their first round of calls in England, and one of the people they call on is a Great Man of Letters, who turns out to be an incredibly dull conversationalist, more a businessman than an intellectual. Ultimately they come to the following explanation for their disappointment: London is just such a fascinating and multifaceted place that one just has to tell it like it is in order to make a good story. And that is absolutely part of the appeal of this book -- the incredibly detailed depiction of London from an outsider's perspective, as well as showing a side of London society, the German refugee community, that you don't see in more British novels. And this is a book that is deeply concerned with woman's lives and the domestic sphere -- there's a chapter where a character recounts her experiences of working (and seeking work) as a German governess in England, and another chapter about the process of hiring a housemaid in London.

But while one of the literary strengths of this book is its realism, and its unflinching look at the conditions of genteel artistic poverty that reminds me of George Gissing, it is also a book that indulges in some less-realistic tropiness at times. I particularly enjoyed the episodes where various revolutions describe their daring escapes from Germany, including the story of how Hans was hidden in a mausoleum by an eccentric musical young lady. The book also has the appropriate amount of coincidence for a 19th century novel, and some scheming plots that never entirely come into focus. There's a Polish countess who befriends German refugees while secretly working on behalf of Russia -- but her pretensions at being a femme fatale are undermined by the story, as we see her from the perspective of her German governess, and ultimately she comes across as a well-rounded, good-hearted, character.

Two-thirds of the way through I was telling people I liked the book so far but I wasn't sure if I could recommend it until I got to the end. I could tell that the main tension in the story was due to Hans and Dorothea's failing marriage, and I wasn't sure if it would resolve happily or sadly. What I didn't expect is that it would resolve by way of melodrama with some problematic racial stuff. The shape of the ending, as far as Hans and Dorothea are concerned, is a fairly standard sentimental plot of betrayal, forgiveness, and reconcilation. But in order to set off the betrayal Johanna Kinkel feels the need for a Bad Woman, and the countess has been defanged and won't do. Instead, the new Bad Woman is a beautiful woman who murdered her husband and got away with it in the eyes of the law, but to escape the infamy of her reputation has disguised herself in blackface with the help of her devoted mixed-race former nurse. We get one conversation between the two women that does give their characters some depth, but ultimately I don't rally want to excuse the choice made here.

Finally I feel like I should end by emphasizing the feminism of the novel -- this is a book that is deeply focused on its women characters, and interested in the predicament of women's lives in general, which the characters all have different perspectives on -- I'm particularly fond of Meta, the countess's German governess, who is the most outspoken feminist.

I'm really glad I read this book, and it's given me a lot of food for thought, much more than I've brushed on in this review.

Wednesday Reading Meme

Jan. 28th, 2026 10:05 am
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What I Just Finished Reading

Kate Seredy’s The Open Gate. Driving toward their destination for summer vacation, a New York City family pauses at a farm auction. No one is bidding on the farmland itself, so Granny cunningly suggests to Dad, “Why don’t you bid? Just to get things started?”

“DON’T YOU DO IT, BOY!” I shouted, but as so often happens, the characters ignored my wise advice.

Of course Dad wins the farm. Of course, the family has to stay the night, and having stayed one night, they have to keep on staying. And then Granny goes to another farm auction, promising piously not to open her mouth to bid–

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO OPEN YOUR MOUTH TO BID AT AN AUCTION!” I shouted at Dad, who once again foolishly failed to listen to me. He accepted Granny’s promise, and Granny promptly rules-lawyered the farm into two cows (both pregnant) and two horses (also both pregnant) by bidding with a twitch of the hand.

I am all for people going back to the land if they want to, but I prefer stories about it to feature people who actually want to, rather than people who get bamboozled into it by Granny.

Multiple people have recommended Uketsu’s Strange Houses (translated by Jim Rion), and it did NOT disappoint. The book is a mystery based around floor plans, and I am happy to report that there are indeed MANY floor plans (I love a floor plan), which makes the book an even zippier read than you might guess from its size.

Now, do I think the mystery is “plausible” or “makes psychological sense”? Well, no, not really, and if it took longer to read that might have bothered me. But the floor plans and the pacing make the book fly by, and I enjoyed it for what it was, which is an amusingly bizarre puzzle box mystery with, let me repeat, enough floor plans to satisfy even my floor-plan-mad self.

What I’m Reading Now

After years of procrastination, I’ve begun Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose. Happy to report that this ALSO features a floorplan in the endpapers. All the rooms are lettered, but curiously the key only includes some of the letters, so we are left guessing just which room Q might be.

What I Plan to Read Next

Obviously I need to read Uketsu’s Strange Pictures, too.

January Challenge (5 of 5)

Jan. 28th, 2026 10:02 pm
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January is nearly done! For some, that means the weather is heading out of being quite so awful, while for others the worst is yet to come. For all of those heading into dreadful weather, may it not last long (and if we have anyone here from South Australia or Victoria, may I say Oh! My! about the temperatures you've been having. I'm aware that lots of other places have also been having interesting weather, but there have been some truly improbable numbers reported in those states in the last week.)

Last week's challenge was making your space welcoming to visitors by dealing with clutter in shared spaces. How did that go?

To finish up the last few days of the month, the final challenge is to get something out of the house. If, like me, you've been stockpiling things as you work through other spaces, there are lots of choices! If you have been the responsible adult in the room, and been dealing with getting identified items out of the house as you've been going along decluttering spaces, I suggest picking the area you felt least happy with at the end of its focus week, and seeing if there are some easy wins.

The next checkin will be the regular weekend one, but I might try and post on Saturday for the end of the month to round the challenge off neatly.

Reading Wednesday

Jan. 28th, 2026 08:34 am
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I've been reading Family Lore by Elizabeth Acevedo because it was our book group book. Usually I can take or leave (or prefer to leave) our book group books, but this one I expected I'd like, because I loved Acevedo's The Poet X (ended up teaching that one in the jail). And I am liking it! So much that although the book group date came and went, I've kept on reading it because I want to finish it.

It's about two generations of Dominican women, whose life stories we get in bits and pieces around the occasion of a living wake that one of them is throwing for herself. The characters, their lives, the language--it's all so vivid. I marked this, one woman (older generation) talking about her older sister:
The person I've hugged most in the world, beside my own offspring, has been Flor. It was she who carried me on her hip. As a child, hers was the first body I remember vining around, the way climbing plants claim homes.

Also, the women all have gifts. One has dreams that foretell when someone will die. Another can tell if someone is lying. Another can salsa like nobody's business. And one has an alpha vagina ;-)

cut for frank talk about down-there )

I've been surprised and delighted by how much I'm enjoying this character's thoughts and experiences with her gift. The book is overall super sensual and VERY sex positive.

I'm also still reading and enjoying Breath, Warmth, and Dream, by Zig Zag Claybourne, but I had to put it aside to read this one. But this one is nearly done, and Breath, Warmth, and Dream is very easy to fall back into.

Reading Wednesday

Jan. 28th, 2026 07:30 am
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Finished the Scott Pilgrim graphic novels by Bryan Lee O'Malley, technically for the first time— I've read bits and pieces out of order when encountering the different installments at bookstores or libraries, but this was my first time reading the whole series from front cover of book one to back cover of book six. I enjoyed this a lot, partly out of teenage nostalgia for the 2010 movie and for living in Toronto - which is so specifically the setting that I recognized multiple specific locations, even excluding the obvious landmarks - but also in its own right as a somewhat meandering coming-of-age story with a high Nonsense Quotient/casually bonkers world-building (the league of evil exes! subspace highways! the University of Carolina in the Sky!). Other than just having a lot more time and space to explore other characters/plotlines than the movie adaptation, I feel like the big difference is that the 2010 movie was taken (presented?) more at face value and so there's this tendency for people to be like Scott is the protagonist but he actually sucks?? like it's some sort of retrospective gotcha, while the comics are like yeah, no, Scott suuuuucks and he needs to grow the hell up. That's literally just the plot!

Re-read The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald for the whatevereth time, in an attempt to mentally reboot with an actual, physical book and something short and familiar, because my brain started sliding off of the various e-books I had in progress. Having first read this at 14-15, it was slightly startling to realize that I'm now the same age as Nick Carraway (for most of the book, anyway: he turns 30 on the day of the ill-fated trip to New York).

Anyway, mental reboot evidently worked and now I'm reading Death on the Cherwell by Mavis Doriel Hay, a 1935 murder mystery set at the fictional Persephone College, Oxford— making, as [personal profile] sovay pointed out, for two women's colleges of Thinly Fictionalized Oxford which were the scene of criminal investigations in 1935, alongside Sayers' Shrewsbury College in Gaudy Night. (The scandal!)

I've been slightly neglecting War and Peace (see above) but have made a non-zero amount of progress since last week, and one thing that's struck me about this first "war" section is the way that the main soldier characters have a tendency - for now - to fantasize about it...? Nikolai Rostov, who does not have the brain cells god gave a little orange cat, is so distracted by his I'LL BE WOUNDED AND THEN HE'LL BE SORRY fantasy vis-a-vis the commanding officer he has an entirely one-sided beef with that he zones out during his first skirmish with the French (or at least French grapeshot), but even the more mature Andrei has his daydreams of heroics:
As soon as he learned that the Russian army was in such a hopeless situation it occurred to him that it was he who was destined to lead it out of this position; that here was the Toulon that would lift him from the ranks of obscure officers and offer him the first step to fame! Listening to Bilibin he was already imagining how on reaching the army he would give an opinion at the war council which would be the only one that could save the army, and how he alone would be entrusted with the executing of the plan.
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The sequel to The Darkness Outside of Us. I enjoyed it! It's both interestingly different from the first book and is satisfying on the level of "I want more of this," which is exactly what one wants from a sequel.

Literally everything about this book is massively spoilery for the first one, including its premise. I'll do two sets of spoiler cuts, one for the premise and one for the whole book.

Premise spoilers )

Stop reading here if you don't want to be spoiled for the entire book.


Entire book spoilers )

Return of the Newbery Project

Jan. 27th, 2026 09:26 am
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The Newbery Project is BACK, baby! Yesterday, the American Library Association announced the 2026 Newbery winners, which means I’ve got five hot fresh Newbery books to read.

After winning a Newbery Honor in 2018 for Piecing Me Together, Renee Watson went for gold this year with All the Blues in the Sky. I quite liked Piecing Me Together, so I’m hopeful I’ll enjoy this new one as well.

Daniel Nayeri is also a familiar Newbery name: he got an honor in 2024 for The Many Assassinations of Samir, the Seller of Dreams, which I thought was pretty mediocre to be honest. But perhaps I’ll be more impressed by The Teacher of Nomad Land: A World War II Story.

Although this is Karina Yan Glaser’s first Newbery, I’m familiar with her Vanderbeekers series, which is a sort of modern-day version of the Melendys. I read the first book and thought it was okay, but not so okay that I wanted to read on… so we’ll see how I feel about The Nine Moons of Han Yu and Luli.

Finally, two books by new-to-me authors: Aubrey Hartman’s The Undead Fox of Deadwood Forest, and María Dolores Águila’s A Sea of Lemon Trees: The Corrido of Roberto Alvarez. The title of the first is giving me flashbacks to Scary Stories for Young Foxes, which was perhaps the Newbery’s first foray into horror. Fox horror possibly its own genre now? Will report back as I learn more.

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Jan. 26th, 2026 10:41 pm
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Like several other people on my reading list, including [personal profile] osprey_archer (post here) and [personal profile] troisoiseaux (post here, I was compelled by the premise of I Leap Over the Wall: A Return to the World After 28 Years In A Convent, a once-bestselling (but now long out-of-print) memoir by a British woman who entered a cloister in 1914, lived ten years as a nun, decided it wasn't for her, lived another almost twenty years as a nun out of stubbornness, and exited in 1941, having missed quite a lot of sociological developments in the interim! including talking films! and underwire bras! and not one, but two World Wars!

Obviously Baldwin did not know that WWI was about to happen right as she went into a convent, but she does explain that she came out in the middle of WWII more or less on purpose, out of an idea that it would be easier to slide herself back into things when everything was chaotic and unprecedented anyway than to try to establish a life for herself as The Weird Ex Nun in more normal times. Unclear how well this strategy paid off for her, but you can't say she didn't give it an effort. Baldwin was raised extremely upper-class -- she was related to former Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin, among others -- but exited the convent pretty much penniless, so while she did have a safety net in terms of various sets of variously judgmental relations who were willing to put her up, she spends a lot of the book valiantly attempting to take her place among the workers of the world. And these are real labor jobs, too -- 'ex-nun' is not a resume booster, and most of the things she felt actually qualified to do for a living based on her convent experience (librarianship, scholarship, etc) required some form of degree, so much of the work she does in this book are things like being a land girl, or working in a canteen. She doesn't enjoy these jobs, and she rarely does them long, but you have to respect her for giving it the old college try, especially when she's constantly in a state of profound and sustained culture shock.

Overall, Baldwin does not enjoy the changes to the world since she left it. She does not enjoy having gone in a beautiful young girl with her life ahead of her, and come out a middle-aged woman who's missed all the milestones that everyone around her takes for granted. She does, however, profoundly enjoy her freedom, and soon begins to cherish an all-consuming dream of purchasing a Small House of her Very Own where she can do whatever the hell she wants whenever the hell she wants. After decades in a convent, you can hardly blame her for this. On the other hand -- fascinatingly, to me -- it's very clear that Baldwin still somewhat idealizes convent life, despite the fact that it obviously made her deeply miserable. She has long conversations with her judgmental relatives, and long conversations with us, the reader, in which she tries to convince them/us of the real virtues of the cloister; of the spiritual value of deep, deliberate, constant self-sacrifice and self-abegnation; of the fact that it's important, vital and necessary that some people close themselves away from work in the world to focus on the exclusive pursuit of God. It is good that people do this, it's spiritual and heroic, it's simply -- unfortunately -- the only case in which she's ever known the church to be wrong in assessing who does or does not have a genuine vocation after the novice period -- not for her.

Baldwin is a fascinating and contradictory person and I enjoyed spending time with her quite a bit. I suspect she wouldn't much enjoy spending time with me; she will keep going to London and observing neutrally that it seems the streets are much more full of Jews than they were before she went into the convent, faint shudder implied. At another point she confesses that although she'd left the convent with 'definite socialist tendencies,' actually working among the working people has changed her mind for the worse: 'the people' now impressed me as full of class prejudice and an almost vindictive envy-hatred-malice fixation towards anyone who was richer, cleverer, or in any way superior to themselves. Still, despite her preoccupations and prejudices, her voice is interesting, and deeply eccentric, and IMO she's worth getting to know. This is a woman, an ex-nun, who takes Le Morte D'Arthur as her beacon of hope and guide to life. Le Morte! You really can't agree with it, but how can you not be compelled?

a buried snow cat, a person

Jan. 26th, 2026 02:07 pm
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A while ago there was a brief, wet snow, and I made a snow cat:


a snow cat, side view. Its pose is kind of Sphinx-like.

the head of a snow cat, with a scarf around its neck and twigs for whiskers

In yesterday's and last night's snowpocalypse, the cat has disappeared. All that's left is a Mount Fuji-shaped mound:

a Mount Fuji shaped mound of snow in a snowy landscape

He's under there, sleeping. The new snow is very dry, like sand. When our equivalent of the harmattan blows, his form will be revealed.

Also I doodled this the other day. )

Oh hey, and if you're in need of cheer, here's a woman dressed as Klingon Elsa singing "Let It Go" in Klingon.

The Eternal

Jan. 26th, 2026 08:27 pm
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Esaias Tegnér (1782 – 1846) was a Swedish bishop and writer. He wrote this poem in 1810 as a reaction to Napelon. And 216 years later I find it still has relevance.

The eternal

The strong one shapes his world with the sword,
His reputation soars like the eagles;
But one day the wandering sword will break,
And the eagles will fall in their flight.
What force will create is both fleeting and short,
like storms in the desert it soon comes to nought.

But truth will live on. Amidst axes and blades
her calm, gleaming brow she uncovers.
She guides through the nocturnal world’s shady glades,
and constantly points to some other.
What’s true is eternal: round heaven and earth
its words will re-echo from birth to new birth.

What’s right is eternal: its lily though crushed
can ne’er be completely uprooted.
Should evil prevail and the world end as dust,
what’s right can be willed unrefuted.
Though round you with cunning and force it’s oppressed,
it still has a refuge concealed in your breast.

And will which in flaming breast refuge did seek
takes mandom like God, becomes action.
What’s right now gains arms, what’s true now can speak,
and all see a world that’s re-fashioned.
Each hazard you faced and each sacrifice made
like stars rise from Lethe and never will fade.

And poetry lasts, unlike flowers’ passing scent,
or rainbows in clouds someone glances.
The beauty you fashion as dust will not end,
its countenance old age enhances.
For beauty’s eternal: with mind keen and brave
we fish up its gold-sand from time’s mighty wave.

So grasp all that’s true, so dare all that’s right,
the beautiful fashion with pleasure!
The three will for ever be mankind’s delight
and from time do we plead for such treasure.
What time gave you once you must give back as well,
the eternal alone in your heart may still dwell.


Det eviga

Väl formar den starke med svärdet sin värld,
Väl flyga som örnar hans rykten;
Men någon gång brytes det vandrande svärd
Och örnarna fällas i flykten.
Vad våldet må skapa är vanskligt och kort,
Det dör som en stormvind i öknen bort.

Men sanningen lever. Bland bilor och svärd
Lugn står hon med strålande pannan.
Hon leder igenom den nattliga värld
Och pekar alltjämt till en annan.
Det sanna är evigt: Kring himmel och jord
Genljuda från släkte till släkte dess ord.

Det rätta är evigt: Ej rotas där ut
Från jorden dess trampade lilja.
Erövrar det onda all världen till slut,
Så kan du det rätta dock vilja.
Förföljs det utom dig med list och våld,
Sin fristad det har i ditt bröst fördold.

Och viljan, som stängdes i lågande bröst,
Tar mandom, lik Gud, och blir handling.
Det rätta får armar, det sanna får röst,
Och folken stå upp till förvandling.
De offer du bragte, de faror du lopp,
De stiga som stjärnor ur Lethe opp.

Och dikten är icke som blommornas doft,
Som färgade bågen i skyar.
Det sköna, du bildar, är mera än stoft,
Och åldern dess anlet förnyar.
Det sköna är evigt: Med fiken håg
Vi fiska dess guldsand ur tidens våg.

Så fatta all sanning, så våga all rätt,
Och bilda det sköna med glädje!
De tre dö ej ut bland människors ätt,
Och till dem från tiden vi vädje.
Vad tiden dig gav må du ge igen,
Blott det eviga bor i ditt hjärta än.

Revisiting My 2017 Reading List

Jan. 26th, 2026 09:55 am
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Still trotting away on my 2015 book log list (only Project Hail Mary holding me back now!), but I wrapped up 2016 so I decided it was time to post the author list for 2017.

Barbara Cooney - Only Opal (a picture book about Opal Whiteley, one of my minor obsessions)

Jane Langton - Her Majesty Grace Jones

Gary Paulsen - The Cookcamp

E. M. Delafield - I’ll finally continue the Provincial Lady books, unless someone has another recommendation

Chris Van Allsburg - A Kingdom Far and Clear (illustrated by Allsburg rather than written by him, but it’s a Swan Lake retelling so I’ve been meaning to take a crack at it)

E. F. Benson - I’m going to give the Mapp and Lucia novels a go! Should I start at the beginning (Queen Lucia) or is this one of those series where order doesn’t matter, in which case where should I start?

Carol Ryrie Brink - I’ve read all the more easily available ones at this point. Tempted by Four Girls on a Homestead or Strangers in the Forest just for their titles.

C. S. Lewis - I’ve read all the famous ones, I think. Leaning toward The Discarded Image: An Introduction to Medieval and Renaissance Literature right now.

E. Nesbit - The Phoenix and the Carpet

Kate Seredy - The Open Gate

Emily Arnold McCully - Starring Mirette and Bellini (I realize I didn’t post about this one. An inferior sequel to Mirette on the High Wire.)

Julia L. Sauer - Mike’s House

Ngaio Marsh - Singing in the Shrouds

Sarah Pennypacker - Pax (I’ve wanted to read this for YEARS based purely on the Jon Klassen cover. Hopefully the book lives up to it.)

Daphne Du Maurier - I’m thinking it’s going to be The House on the Strand, but open to persuasion if you have words in favor of The Scapegoat, Frenchman’s Creek, or The King’s General.

William Dean Howells

Randa Abdel-Fattah - Does My Head Look Big in This?

Edward Eager - Red Head Another one I didn’t review. A rhyming picture book about a red-headed boy who runs away from home because he’s so cross about being called Red all the time, but he learns to appreciate his red hair when it lights his way home. Illustrated by Louis Slobodkin. Slight. Not up there with Mouse Manor.

Weekly(ish) check-in

Jan. 26th, 2026 09:53 pm
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a day late, because we have a long weekend, and I lost track of the days

How goes the decluttering? Have you shifted anything out of the house? Found something to sort through? Had thoughts on things you can let go of?

Comments open to locals, lurkers, drive by sticky beaks, and anyone I've forgotten to mention.

Congratulations to everyone who has found and/or disposed on any clutter in the last week!

Optional extra, for those doing the low key January challenge: how go the visitor spaces?

hemlock & silver

Jan. 26th, 2026 10:28 am
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I’m listening to music on shuffle and “Lothlorien” is playing. Now I want to rewatch The Fellowship of the Ring.



Hemlock & Silver by T. Kingfisher: Anja, an expert in poisons and antidotes, is asked by the king to determine if his ailing twelve-year old, Snow, is being poisoned.

This is a very loose retelling of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (sans dwarfs). Mostly it feels like its own story but every so often Kingfisher weaves in another element of the original tale – and puts her own spin on it, of course. I really enjoyed that!

I also enjoyed the juxtaposition of Kingfisher’s practical, down-to-earth and unconventional protagonist with a royal household (even if said household is a distant, desert retreat rather than the main palace). There is also a similar contrast between the mystery about whether Snow is being poisoned, which involves attention to mundane, unglamorous matters like Snow’s symptoms and habits, with the mystery of why Snow is being poisoned, which much is more the plot from a fantasy.

Occasionally I skimmed over details about poisons that made me feel squeamish, but I didn’t mind the horror elements – perhaps because Anja didn’t really mind them. Or at least her scientific fascination for what she discovers is stronger than any fear or disgust. Some of the time she’s also accompanied by a bodyguard, which might have also contributed to my perception that Anja was sufficiently invulnerable that I could relax enough to enjoy her adventures, even when those were rather creepy.

I liked how the romance is very much a subplot, too.

I’ve enjoyed all of Kingfisher’s fantasy but, upon reflection, I think this one qualifies as one of my favourites! ‘According to the herbwife, I would probably need to poison either dogs or prisoners, and I had moral objects on both counts. (Also, I was twelve and unlikely to be given access to the palace prisons for scientific purposes.)’ )



I have a train of thought that I started writing from last year. It bears no connection to The Lord of the Rings or to Hemlock & Silver, but I am going to endeavour to finish it and post it here anyway.

What does one do with beloved stories by people who have been revealed to be problematic?

This is something I find myself pondering every so often. I’ll see a news article about a celebrity, reminding one of said celebrity’s problematic-ness. Or I’ll be wondering about something I have on my shelves (Am I actually going to read that?). Or I will come across someone online explaining how they think other people should be responding, and criticising and making assumptions about those who have, for example, certain books on their shelves.

I have concluded that I feel quite strongly that if one is making a decision personally – and not for a business/organisation/institution – then the answer is very personal. Case-by-case. Your mileage may vary. The trouble is when the personal ceases to be private and becomes performative, I guess. )

Theater review: Octet

Jan. 25th, 2026 10:53 am
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Saw Studio Theatre's Octet, a beautiful, baffling a cappella chamber musical by Dave Malloy of Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 and Ghost Quartet fame, set at a support group for internet "addicts." (When you walked in, everyone's phones were locked away in special pouches, and there was a little table of coffee and cookies to one side that was both a set piece/prop and for the audience to take— you, too, are at this meeting.) Staged in the round with minimal set - a circle of church-basement plastic chairs on the stage; a wider circle of ultimately plot-relevant lamps outside of it - and only a few more props, and absolutely gorgeous, musically. I don't know enough about music to explain it, but the cast of eight performed almost entirely a cappella - only the occasional harmonica, tambourine, bass drum stick against plastic chair, and/or, for one song, a pair of dick-shaped maracas (look, it is a musical about the internet) as non-vocal instruments - and you could hear how their voices layered together, creating this beautiful, rich, complex music; almost hymn-like sound meets - when not getting metaphorical with it - bluntly modern lyrics. (One song, "Fugue State", features a couple of voices repeating numbers in a pattern that I recognized way too quickly as the game 2048.)

Narratively, it was a bit baffling, and having read the Wikipedia pages and Genius lyrics annotations afterwards raised more questions than answers. The first two-thirds or so rather straightforwardly tackle the theme of digital dependence/the internet and what it is doing to our brains: getting #canceled, Candy Crush, discourse, dating apps, incels, porn, conspiracy theories, violence, insomnia, fried attention spans and a lack of real-world connection. (This was originally staged in 2019, so no generative AI.) And then things get weird: ... )

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Jan. 20th, 2026 02:56 pm
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I don’t often miss the analogue nature of my childhood. I wanted a smartphone-like device years before such things existed. I remember being fascinated by – and envious of – my grandfather’s electronic organisers and, later, by my mother’s first mobile phone. When I finally got my own phone, I wished it could do more things. I daydreamed about having a device that would allow me to keep books, music and photos – never mind the entire internet – in my pocket.

Today, while my car was being serviced, I went to a nearby shopping centre to pass the time. I wandered through a few shops. I bought a smoothie and sipped it outside, sitting on a wall that enclosed a patch of garden. I headed into the library, where I sat in an armchair by a window and read a paperback I’d brought with me especially.

Except for the smoothie (those have always been a treat rather than an everyday habit), it reminded me of being back in uni, when I often did this sort of thing because there was time to kill before my next class or before the next train.

These days I rarely spend this sort of unstructured time in public, certainly not incidentally. (Last winter I spent a leisurely day in the city but none of it was about trying to find a way to kill time – I’d planned my time intentionally, including the train journey for the purpose of having time to read.) So often these days my goal is to do whatever I need to do and to head home as soon as I can. I can go months without browsing in a bookshop and my trips into the library are quick, purposeful and occasional, rather than leisurely and frequent. When I have to wait, I’m required to stay in a queue or a waiting room.

I love my car (“Three pedals!” the mechanic exclaimed, when he glanced into it. “An anti-theft device!”). I love the privacy, the comfort and the convenience. But there was something wonderful about being dependent upon public transport and having all that time when I didn’t feel pressured to be productive, because there was a limit to how productive I could be.

By productive I mean “doing things I needed to do, like assignments,” as opposed to “doing things I found relaxing, like reading for pleasure, daydreaming, people watching and staring at the scenery”.

I suspect that improvements in technology today means it has become much, much easier to be productive during one’s commute (or, alternatively, to waste time doomscrolling). When I was a student, I only took my laptop into uni very occasionally – I needed a good reason for it to seem worth the inconvenience of carrying it around and of having to find seats near a powerpoint because the battery wouldn’t last. And once I got a smartphone, data limits meant I used the internet sparingly when I was out and about.

At the time, I was a bit disappointed by these limitations. But now I look back and think that they were actually a gift.



Return to Hope Creek by Alyssa J. Montgomery: This is a second-chance romance about two former professional athletes who both return to the Australian farming community where they lived as teenagers. Stella’s tennis career ended with a car accident and the amputation of her lower leg, while Mitchell has left the NFL to spend more time with his ten year old son, of whom he now has full custody.

I thought that the prose, and the things characters thought and said, were often too straightforward. I don’t know if this is actually unrealistic – hey, maybe some people are that straightforward? – or if my objection is just a personal preference. Regardless, I presume that, had this book been written in a different style, I would have liked it more. But I don’t regret reading it.

There were lots of things I liked about the story itself, beginning with the setting – Hope Creek is a fictional town in rural Victoria. So nice to read a contemporary romance set somewhere other than the US (or in London) for a change! Extra points for the story taking place in the lead-up to a *summer* Christmas. )



The Summer War by Naomi Novik: This novella is a fairy story, although the fairies are called summerlings rather than fae. Twelve year old Celia discovers she has inherited sorceress abilities when she accidentally curses her oldest brother, and plans to find a way to make amends.

I loved the prose. I loved the focus on sibling relationships, especially seeing Celia and her next-eldest brother Roric become supportive of each other. I loved how the story of Celia and her brothers is woven into a story about the Summer War – a long-standing conflict between the summerlings and humans that ostensibly ended before Celia was born, thanks to Celia’s father’s clever stratagems. This is a novella with fairytale vibes and I thought that its level of depth was fitting for this genre. )



The Book of Heartbreak by Ova Ceren: I heard about this book because I like the aesthetic of the author’s social media posts, which show her garden, her library shed and her Indian Runner ducks.

Sare has grown up knowing she is cursed. If her heart breaks five times before her eighteenth birthday, she will die – but if she makes it to her eighteenth, she will be immune to any future heartbreak. After her mother dies, breaking Sare’s heart for the fourth time, Sare goes to live with her grandfather in Istanbul.

I was interested in the mystery and the history of Sare’s curse, and I thought that the worldbuilding was particularly effective. There is an obvious Turkish folklore influence – Sare discovers a book written by a famous curse-breaker, Sufi Chelebi, and each chapter begins with a quotation from his Journals of Mystical Phenomena. However, this story also has a contemporary corporate underworld – the Otherside – and in between chapters are emails sent by those working there. ”The )



The Christmas Book Flood by Roseanna M. White (audiobook): This novella is set in Iceland during advent in December 1944, which was apparently the official beginning of Jólabókaflóð (Christmas Book Flood) – the Icelandic tradition of exchanging books and reading them on Christmas Eve.

Tatiana’s sister and her husband are both unwell, and Tatiana is happy to help by having their daughter to stay. But then she has to convince her boss at the publishing house that having seven-year-old Elea come into the office won’t cause any trouble during this hectic season. Tatiana’s colleague Anders suggests that he and his secretary could help to keep an eye on Elea, and that he could use a child’s feedback on his latest book.

Anders is an author and illustrator as well as an editor. He has also been corresponding with Tatiana for months, although he does not know it – her about-to-be-released book is being published under a pseudonym.

This is a sweet story. I suspect that this could have become a novel easily it didn’t feel rushed, unrealistic nor unsatisfying to see these conflicts wrapped up as they were. )
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It has been a busy week. (The busiest I’ve had all year!) I had guests staying, and I’ve done lots of cleaning, cooking and driving around. We have gone out for ice-cream and to the cinema; we’ve looked through book shops and second-hand shops, and tried to figure out how to fit ourselves plus a rather large mirror into my rather small car; we’ve gone on long walks and had long conversations and played multiple rounds of the word game “Bananagrams”. And then yesterday, I met a colleague for brunch.

I have had a wonderful time, but now I am feeling unexpectedly tired and foggy-headed. It’s taken me a ridiculous amount of time to write the sentences above.

My first reminder for 2026 that I am an introvert and regularly need to plug my metaphorical battery in to recharge…

That seems like a good segue into a show I did not get around to writing about last year.

Murderbot (season one): I really enjoyed this adaptation of All Systems Red!

Initially I’d been unsure about Murderbot’s casting, because Alexander Skarsgård really does not match what I’d imagined and I didn’t want that to be overwritten with a more overtly masculine interpretation of the character. I imagine Murderbot being much more androgynous – not feminine, but also not not feminine, if that makes sense.

But I realised very, very quickly that Skarsgård is kind of perfect as Murderbot. Skarsgård’s reactions, facial expressions and tone of voice capture the character so well! The TV series effectively emphasised that Murderbot is a SecUnit, not a human, and I realised that it actually fits the story that Murderbot’s visual appearance does not quite fit who Murderbot really is – Murderbot looks male the same way it looks human, but Murderbot is neither, and that becomes very apparent once you start getting to know it. I liked how the TV series expanded the story while still keeping the main beats of the novella. )



People We Meet on Vacation (2026): It’s a few years since I read You and Me on Vacation by Emily Henry and I didn’t remember it clearly, so I didn’t really have any expectations about what this adaptation would or wouldn’t include.

I enjoyed watching this! I still don’t remember enough details from the book to be able to critique how faithful or how effective the film is as an adaptation, but I do know the book had more details – notably more of the different trips Poppy and Alex have taken together over the years. That makes me wonder if I’d have enjoyed the adaptation more if it had been longer (e.g. a mini series). I know that films simply cannot include all the details that a novel can, but in this particular case, I suspect that what got left out – getting to see Poppy and Alex’s relationship in more depth over more time – was important.

But as I said, I don’t remember the book well enough to really comment.

The screenplay was written Yulin Kuang – someone whose storytelling I have previously liked. I’m curious to see what she does with Beach Read, since she is set to both write and direct that one.



Lilo & Stitch (2025): The live-action remake of Lilo & Stitch was fun and, I thought, reasonably well done. Visually, it looked great! But I am not sure that it was necessary.

I don’t think that a Disney live-action remake – particularly not a *Lilo & Stitch* remake – was the time or place for this particular ending. )



Zootopia 2 (2025): This week I enjoyed rewatching Zootopia, and I enjoyed watching this sequel. It was fun, it was fast-paced, and I liked how it expanded on the characters, themes and worldbuilding from the first film. I love attention to detail that exists even in the background of scenes, like a row of three payphones that are each a different height.

Once again, it is very much a story about fighting for diversity and inclusion, and introduces animals not featured in the first film, who are excluded from the city of Zootopia.

I liked how the film handled Judy and Nick's relationship – and their profession. )



Spellbound (2024): This film is about a teenage princess whose royal parents have been turned into monsters.

I really liked the concept and how it plays with familiar fairytale tropes. I liked the characters. I liked lots of details, like how no one is pushing fifteen year old Ellian to find a romantic partner, or how that the general of the kingdom’s military is a woman. The architecture was aesthetically appealing and the scenery was pretty. I liked the songs (music by Alan Menken and lyrics by Glenn Slater, who did Tangled and Galavant, both of which I loved). But the film wasn’t as engaging as I expected. )

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Jan. 24th, 2026 07:55 pm
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Some things that I have had stashed away for a little while:

1. [personal profile] sovay very kindly sent me a copy of Exit Through the Fireplace by Kate Dunn, which was waiting for me at the new house when I got here. It is about repertory theatre with lots of accounts on every aspect from actors and others involved, including a lot of people I have watched in old telly, so I enjoyed it a lot.

But having only recently before tried to make a post explaining what I loved about Terence Rattigan's plays, including floundering about trying to say how effective his dialogue is, I was v pleased to find this quote:

John Moffatt: (On being in rep, and the difficulty of remembering the lines, doing a new play every week): "You got to know who the good writers were. With Rattigan you barely had to learn it at all, even after just blocking it you almost knew it because it is so beautifully written. The only way to reply to something that has just been said is what he's written."


2. Talking of people being kind, [personal profile] swordznsorcery wrote me a lovely Sapphire & Steel story with a new Element and a stealth crossover very RTMI here, and if you also like S&S, I recommend taking a look, as it's great! <3


3. The book I was reading introduced me to the utterly untrue but very S&S like urban myth/ghost story of the Zanetti Train. Sounds like an Assignment to me, or a film I would watch, anyway. (It seems to have been taken from a Ukrainian work of fiction, most likely - certainly not one detail of it has any truth in it).


4. Making personalised bingo cards proved to be exactly in my wheelhouse right now, so I had fun with that. If anyone missed it the other day and would like one, feel free to still ask! (Here or there, whatever).


5. Random AO3 tag found while wrangling that is currently amusing me: It is literally just Twelfth Night but with Moomins.


Otherwise still slowly progressing and all that etc etc etc.

Thérèse Raquin - Émile Zola

Jan. 23rd, 2026 08:37 am
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Finished Thérèse Raquin by Émile Zola, a 1867 novel about ADULTERY and MURDER and AN ACCIDENTAL POLYCULE WITH A GHOST. That is: an unhappy young wife (Thérèse) and her lover (Laurent) conspire to murder her husband (Camille), and while they get away with making it look like an accident, once they marry, they're haunted by hallucinations of Camille, driving them both mad. I had to stop reading this over my lunch breaks because of all the lurid descriptions of corpses, real and hallucinated.

This made me think of Poe's horror and of the English and Irish "urban gothic" of the 1880s-90s (Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Dracula) and was in fact published almost exactly halfway between the two, which might be an "I've connected the two dots" situation? It is in many ways classically gothic, just set in downtown Paris rather than in some isolated castle: the opening description of the gloomy arcade where the Raquins keep their shop; the pseudo-incest* of Thérèse growing up as the foster sister of her first husband, literally sleeping in the same bed as children and being groomed to be his wife; the heavy foreshadowing of Camille's death via a clumsily painted portrait (by Laurent!) that gave him the greenish visage of a person who had met death by drowning; horribly lurid descriptions of corpses as Laurent visits the morgue every day to see whether Camille's body has been recovered yet; the HALLUCINATED CORPSE of Thérèse's dead husband LYING BETWEEN her and Laurent EVERY NIGHT; the repeated imagery/analogy of being buried alive, from Thérèse's unhappiness in both marriages to Madame Raquin, who learns of their crime but only after she becomes paralyzed and mute and literally can't tell anyone. There's also something vampire-adjacent in the detail that, as Laurent strangles and then drowns Camille, Camille bites him on the neck, and the wound/scar remains physically and psychologically irritating.

I was also struck by the Munchausen by proxy implications of Thérèse's backstory— I was brought up in the tepid damp room of an invalid. I slept in the same bed as Camille. . . . He would not take his physic unless I shared it with him. To please my aunt I was obliged to swallow a dose of every drug. Also, literally every character is selfish and manipulative: after the murder, Thérèse and Laurent basically gaslight everyone in their circle into convincing them (Thérèse and Laurent) to get married on the grounds that it would make life so much more comfortable for the rest of them (everyone else). (I did ultimately feel terrible for Madame Raquin, per the above, but before that, she was also a piece of work.) So, yeah, there's SO MUCH going on here, most of it psychological horror. At a certain point— Thérèse using her paralyzed, mute, completely helpless aunt/mother-in-law as a constant sounding board for how she's soooooo sorry she helped to kill this woman's son (narrator's voice: she was not, in fact, sorry) but she (Madame Raquin) forgives her (Thérèse), right???— I felt actively gross just reading it, and then Thérèse and Laurent continued to be so relentlessly awful that I looped back around to horrified fascination, and then I honestly laughed out loud when they each decide to kill the other at the same time. Like, she literally whips around with a knife to find him pouring poison into her glass. Come on, guys. To paraphrase [personal profile] osprey_archer's review, they may not ""repent"" of their crime but they do in fact suffer for it in a hell of their own making.

Not to look a free ebook in the mouth, but I know just enough French to be curious about some of the translation choices made here, to the point I actually pulled up a French version of the text online and occasionally cross-referenced. For whatever reason, the translator (Edward Vizetelly, 1901) chose to translate le père Laurent as "daddy Laurent", which is... certainly a choice! At another point, the translation refers to "some tarts from the Latin Quarter," and I was curious to see whether I should be more annoyed with Zola or the translator for that one: the original French was des filles du quartier latin, and I can see the thought process here— the context is about the women "playing like little children", contrasting their "virgin-like blushes" and "impure eyes", so I get the idea of emphasizing the irony/contrast— but... hmm. I was going to be more annoyed if the translator had decided to translate grisette as "tart."

footnotes )
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A teenage boy, Ambrose, wakes up on a spaceship with no memory of how he got there. OS, the AI programmed with his mother's voice, reminds him that he's on a mission to rescue his sister, who went to Titan two years ago and sent out a distress call. And also, he has a surprise companion on a journey he thought would be solo: Kodiak, a teenage boy from the rival nation, who is ensconced in his own quarters and refuses to come out.

Ambrose, who is a typical teenager in lots of ways apart from being a genius and an astronaut, manages to coax Kodiak out and immediately starts thinking lustful thoughts about him. Kodiak, whose country is much more austere and militarized than Ambrose's, very gradually warms up to him.

And then what I thought was going to be a slow-burn gay YA romance in a science fiction setting takes a huge left turn. To be fair, it does still centrally involve a gay YA romance. But the science fiction aspect isn't just there as a cool background. It's actually a YA science fiction novel that has a romance along with a plot that goes in multiple unexpected directions, and is very moving in a way that's only possible because of the science fiction elements.

If you're a stickler for hard science fiction in which everything is definitely possible/likely, this probably has at least one too many "I don't think that's likely to work that way" moments for you. But if you'd like to read a fun and touching science fiction adventure-romance that will probably surprise you at least once, just read the book without knowing anything more.

Spoilers! )

Late October

Jan. 22nd, 2026 12:32 pm
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I’ve been enjoying Dorothy Lathrop’s books so much that I checked the university catalog to see if they had any other books by her, and discovered that she illustrated a book of poems by Sara Teasdale! Teasdale has been one of my favorites since we read “There Will Come Soft Rains” in high school, so of course I had to give it a go.

I’m working my way through the book slowly, a poem a night. I ought to save this one till next October, but I haven’t the patience, so here it is.

Late October
By Sara Teasdale

I found ten kinds of wild flower growing
On a steely day that looked like snowing:
Queen Anne’s lace, and blue heal-all,
A buttercup, straggling, grown too tall,
A rusty aster, a chicory flower–
Ten I found in half an hour.
The air was blurred with dry leaves flying,
Gold and scarlet, gaily dying.
A squirrel ran off with a nut in his mouth,
And always, always, flying south,
Twittering, the birds went by,
Flickering sharp against the sky,
Some in great bows, some in wedges,
Some in bands with wavering edges;
Flocks and flocks were flying over
With the north wind for their drover.
“Flowers,” I said, “you’d better go,
Surely it’s coming on for snow,”–
They did not heed me, nor heed the birds,
Twittering thin, far-fallen words–
The others through of to-morrow, but they
Only remembered yesterday.

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