Another windy day among the flowers

Apr. 29th, 2026 04:04 pm
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Wisteria, Holme
May is nearly here. The wisteria is in flower.

The wind is still in the east, and full of willow fluff. There has been so much dust and pollen on the car windscreen that I ran out of screenwash yesterday and had to top it up. The sun keeps shining, and the daytime temperature has been up in the low 20s C, which is just too warm for April. But I believe the Bank Holiday weekend will work its usual magic, and bring us some much-needed rain.

Decided suddenly, at lunchtime, to make a break for it, and took a half day holiday to go wandering round the gardens at Holme, photographing things blowing in the wind...

Floral overload )

What’s a masterpiece worth?

Apr. 29th, 2026 09:55 am
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Originally published in 2010 when I lived in Madrid, Spain. The photo is of an eight maravedí coin from 1607, during the reign of King Felipe III, minted in Segovia.

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What did Miguel de Cervantes earn from Don Quixote de la Mancha? We don’t know, but we have enough clues to try to guess. Cervantes was poor before it was published and poor after it was published, so it wasn’t a huge amount of money. Everyone agrees on that.

A little background

Don Quixote de la Mancha was published in two parts, the first in 1605 and the second in 1615. Cervantes didn’t plan on a second part, but after another author wrote a continuation, he decided to write his own.

In 1604, Cervantes was 50 years old and living in Valladolid. He had written a short story about Don Quixote, and he presented the idea of a novelization to publisher Francisco de Robles, who agreed and urged Cervantes to get it ready fast. Then the book was hastily edited (which explains the many errors in the text), printed on cheap paper with worn type, and rushed to the market.

Probably no one considered it a universal masterpiece, but the first edition of 1,000 copies sold well — in fact, it was immediately pirated in Lisbon. Cervantes had already won notice as a playwright, and this book, which satirized popular novels of chivalry and contemporary society, cemented his reputation as a major writer (at age 50, which was old at the time).

He had received a 10-year royal privilege to print Don Quixote, which he sold to Robles for an unknown amount; the paperwork was lost. But he had sold an earlier novel, La Galatea, to Robles’ grandfather for 1,336 reales, of which he eventually only received 1,086.

Nieves Concostrina, a journalist with Radio Nacional de España, reported in the series Acércate al Quijote that he received no more than 100 ducados (which equals 1,100 reales or 37,500 maravedíes) for the copyright, which she estimates as worth only about €200 today.

Daniel Eisenberg, the former editor of Cervantes, the scholarly journal of the Cervantes Society of America, wrote that he probably received 1,500 reales (51,000 maravedíes), which he says would have been worth 500,000 pesetas in 1992, or €5,503.72 today. That’s better, but still not a lot of money.

Maravedíes today

Their estimates in reales are reasonably close, so that’s a start. I don’t know how they arrived at modern currency, though. Converting antique currencies into present-day currencies can never be done well because, among other problems, the things that money can buy have changed. Cervantes never bought gasoline, for example. I don’t buy firewood.

But both Cervantes and I live in Madrid, and we both buy food. The Instituto de Cervantes, in its on-line footnotes to Quixote, has published the prices of several food items in New Castille in 1605. So let’s go shopping and do some math.

• A half-kilo of mutton sold for 28 maravedíes, according to the footnote. Mutton is no longer sold here, but a half-kilo of hamburger goes for €2.50 at my local grocery store. On that basis, 1 maravedí equals €0.089

• A chicken, 55m. The average price according to government’s Food Price Observatory’s latest statistics is €3.52. 1m = €0.064

• A dozen oranges, 54m. Food Price Observatory average is €4.26. 1m = €0.079

• Laying hen, 127m. Common price in local ads is €12. 1m = €0.094

• A ream of writing paper, 28m. A packet of A4 110 gr. Pioneer brand paper at Carlin, a major chain, €2.93. 1m = €0.104

• A dozen eggs, 63m. Food Price Observatory average is €1.33. 1m = €0.021 (This figure is an outlier, as you can see. The price of eggs has gone down a lot over the centuries. These days agribusinesses produce eggs in giant factory farms. Things change. For the better?)

The average of all these prices gives us 1m = €0.075. A weighted average would be better, I know, but how many laying hens do most of us buy now, so how much should they “weigh”? Not to mention the disparity in egg prices.

If we go with 7.5 euro cents per maravedí, the price of a copy of Quixote, set by law at 290.5 maravedíes, would have been €21.78. That sounds a bit low. We know that books were expensive items in those days. But that price was “en papel,” in paper — that is, as loose pages. The purchaser had to have them bound and covered at additional expense.

On the other hand, most people earned rather little. They would have spent a big part of their income, perhaps most of it, merely on food. According to the novel, Don Quixote spent three-fourths of his income on food for his household, and they ate frugally. A book would have taken a big bite out of tight budgets.

Not a get-rich quick scheme

If we accept that exchange rate — 1 maravedí = 7.5 euro cents — then Concostrina’s estimate of 37,400 maravedíes yields €2,805. Eisenberg’s 51,000 maravedíes yields €3,825.

It’s not a lot. Cervantes seems to have had income from other sources at the time. I hope so.

Those of you in the United States may be wondering what this is in US dollars. Yeesh. The dollar-euro exchange rate fluctuates daily, and there’s a worldwide currency war going on right now. On November 1, 2010, the value was USD$3,911.24 for Concostrina’s estimate and USD$5,333.50 for Eisenberg’s, but that will change. Go to Oanda for the latest numbers.

What Cervantes thought

In Book II, Chapter LXII of Don Quixote, our knight-errant meets an author in a printing shop in Barcelona and has this conversation:

“I would venture to swear,” said Don Quixote, “that you, sir, are not known in the world, which always begrudges its reward to rare wits and praiseworthy labors. What talents lie wasted there! What genius thrust away into corners! What worth left neglected! … But tell me, sir, are you printing this book at your own risk, or have you sold the copyright to some bookseller?”

“I print at my own risk,” said the author, “and I expect to make a thousand ducados at least with this first edition, which is to be of two thousand copies that should sell in the blink of an eye at six reales apiece.”

“A fine calculation you are making!” said Don Quixote. “It seems you don’t know the ins and outs of the printers, and the false accounting that some of them use. I promise you when you find yourself weighed down with two thousand copies, you will feel so careworn that it will astonish you, particularly if the book is unusual and not at all humorous.”

“Then what!” said the author. “Sir, do you wish me to give it to a bookseller who will give three maravedíes for the copyright and think he is doing me a favor? I do not print my books to win fame in the world, for I am already well-known by my works. I want to get something out of it, otherwise fame is not worth a farthing.”


Read-in-Progress Wednesday

Apr. 29th, 2026 10:52 pm
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Boku no Hero Academia rec fest

Apr. 29th, 2026 03:41 pm
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[community profile] bnha_fans is hosting another Themed Rec Fest to celebrate Dreamwidth this year :) If you're a fan of Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, consider popping by to share your recs and enjoy other members'!

brunescent

Apr. 29th, 2026 07:14 am
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brunescent (broo-NEH-sent) - adj., becoming brown in color.


Chiefly used in medical contexts, most commonly brunescent cataracts, which are cataracts old enough they've absorbed and accumulated residues (mostly proteins) that change the color to amber, brown, or even (in especially severe cases) black. From Medieval Latin brunus, brown + -escens, present participle inchoative, indicating becoming.

---L.

Books read, late April

Apr. 29th, 2026 12:35 pm
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Posted by Marissa Lingen

Posting a bit early because I will be on vacation until it’s time to do another one of these, and doing a whole month at once is too daunting.

K.J. Charles, Unfit to Print. Quite short mystery and m/m romance, with intense conversations between the characters about what kinds of pornography are and are not exploitative. Not going to be a favorite but interesting at what it’s doing.

Agatha Christie, The Unexpected Guest. Kindle. I’ve read Agatha Christies before, and this sure is one. Absolutely chock full of loathsome people and not particularly great about disability. Jazz hands.

Peter Frankopan, The Silk Roads: A New History of the World. Kindle. I finished reading this just so I could complain about it accurately. My God what a terrible book. I wonder if I should be skeptical of all “new histories of the world.” I suspect so. The thing is that he does such a completely terrible job of actually talking about the Silk Road that this is still largely a book about the British and American empires, but not a detailed accounting of their presence in the region. Partition of India? never met her. Chinese Communist Revolution and Cultural Revolution? how could that possibly matter, probably not worth the time. What. Sir. So many things I would like to know about Central Asia and still do not know, because Frankopan fundamentally does not care. Not at all recommended, I read it so you don’t have to.

Alaya Dawn Johnson, Reconstruction: Stories. Kindle. Some really lovely and vividly written stories here. Not all to my taste, but it’s rare that a collection is.

Ariel Kaplan, The Kingdom of Almonds. I really just love getting to write “the thrilling conclusion.” I really do. Don’t start here! This is the third book in its series, it is the thrilling conclusion! Start at the beginning, the beginning is still in print, and this is going to wrap things up nicely but you won’t know how nicely if you don’t read the whole thing.

E.C.R. Lorac, Death Came Softly and The Case in the Clinic. Kindle. Cromulent and satisfying Golden Age mysteries, with Golden Age assumptions but not as bad as in your average, oh, say…Agatha Christie.

Megan Marshall, Margaret Fuller: An American Life. Kindle. Well-done bio of a fascinating person, lots of what was going on with the Transcendentalists, early American feminism, loads of people you’ll want to know about and then Fuller herself trying to fight her way through a system entirely not set up for people even remotely like her. She’s part of how that changed, and she died a horrible death fairly early all things considered, and Marshall handles that reasonably as well.

David Thomas Moore, ed., Not So Stories. Kindle. The real stand-out piece for me in this book was Cassandra Khaw’s, which opened the volume. What a banger of a story, and how perfectly she nailed the Kipling-but-modern brief. Worth the entire price of admission. (Okay, this was a library book, so my price of admission was free. Still, though.)

Anthony Price, The Hour of the Donkey, The Old Vengeful, and Gunner Kelly. Rereads. I am finding the middle of this series less compelling on reread than the early part. I don’t remember the individual late volumes well enough to say whether it just went off a cliff never to return or whether it will bounce back a bit before the end. One of the problems is that I am just not that keen on his WWII stories (The Hour of the Donkey), and he keeps trying to write women and doing it badly. Anthony, apparently you spend all your time with plain women thinking how plain they are, but it turns out that many of them have other things on their mind, and thank God for that. Sigh.

Una L. Silberrad, Princess Puck. Kindle. What a weird title, it’s a nickname that one character gives the protagonist and only he uses. This feels like…it feels like it’s got the plot of a Victorian novel but even though Queen Victoria has just died five minutes ago, Silberrad can no longer really take some of the Victorian axioms quite seriously. She is very thoroughly an Edwardian at this point, in all the ways that felt modern and challenging at the time, and as much as I love a good Victorian novel, I’m all for it.

Maggie Smith, Good Bones. Kindle. I always feel odd when the best poems in a volume are the ones that got widespread reprinting, but I think that’s the case here. And…good? that many people should have seen the best of what’s in this? I guess?

D.E. Stevenson, Spring Magic. Kindle. This is such an interesting reminder that during WWII people were still writing upbeat contemporary novels sometimes. A young woman goes and finds a life by herself, away from the crushing control of her aunt, near a military outpost during World War II, and nearly all the other characters are highly involved with the war. But it doesn’t have that fraught feeling that books with that plot would have if the war in question was over. We have to be sure that the proper characters will have a quite nice time, because the target readers are in the same situation and would prefer to think more about introducing small children to hermit crabs, figuring out something useful to do, and resolving romantic difficulties than about, hey, did you know that death is imminent? So. Possibly instructive for the present moment in some moods. Not a hugely important book, which is fine, they don’t all have to be.

Anthony Trollope, The Eustace Diamonds. Kindle. Dischism is when the author’s interiority intrudes on the narrative, and gosh were there several moments when I could see Trollope’s own mental state peaking through regarding the titular objects. “She was tired of the Eustace diamonds.” “He wished he had never heard of the Eustace diamonds.” Shh, it’s okay, Anthony, we get it. Because yes, this is not a title tossed off about something that’s only peripheral to the story. The Eustace diamonds are absolutely central to the narrative. The thing that’s fascinating to me is that the entire plot depends on a sensibility about heirloom and ownership that was as completely foreign to me as if the characters had been going into kemmer and acquiring gender. They are fighting about whether the titular diamonds are properly the property of a toddler or of the mother who has full physical custody of him. And Trollope makes that fight clear! It’s just: wow okay what a world and what assumptions.

Darcie Wilde, The Secret of the Lost Pearls. Kindle. This is not the last in this series, but it’s the last one I got a chance to read, and honestly I think it’s the weakest of the lot. Wilde (Sarah Zettel) still and always has a very readable prose voice, but it felt a bit more scattered to me than the others–so if you’re reading this series in order and wonder if it’s going downhill, no, it’s just that it’s quite hard to keep the exact same level for a long series.

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Apr. 29th, 2026 09:06 am
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The last...
Movie I watched:
Project Hail Mary (2026)
Series I finished: Dead End: Paranormal Park (...circa, like, January?)
Book I finished: The Ritz of the Bayou by Nancy Lemann
Book I bought: Vive la Revolution: A Stand-Up History of the French Revolution by Mark Steel
Book I received as a gift: This Year: 365 Songs Annotated: A Book of Days by John Darnielle
Food I ate: banana
Meal I cooked: chicken tacos
Drink I had: tea (True Honey Teas peach rooibos)
Song I listened to: "Beat the Love" by Autoheart
Album I listened to: The Great Divide by Noah Kahan (2026)
Playlist I listened to: This Is Autoheart (platform-generated mix of their top songs)
Concert I went to: Motion City Soundtrack & Say Anything! co-headlining, Feb. 2026
Game I played: Cosmic Encounter
Person I talked to: co-worker
Person I texted: friend from college (organizer of game nights)

The literary puzzle of Isaiah 1

Apr. 29th, 2026 11:00 am
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Posted by Fred Clark

The compositional chronology of the Bible presents some interesting puzzles. But the stuff about widows, orphans, and justice for the oppressed is still not at all complicated.

meme sheep say baa

Apr. 29th, 2026 01:25 pm
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Meme via various people including [personal profile] rmc28

Film I watched: in the cinema I think it was The Choral; otherwise, Miss H and I watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy between finishing M*A*S*H and starting B5, which I hadn't seen for 20 years and enjoyed revisiting.
Series I finished: M*A*S*H season 11!
Book I finished: Choices, by LA Hall, which was the "fun" book in my "currently reading" collection.
Book I bought: I bought half-a-dozen Terry Pratchett ebooks on 99p sale yesterday; paper would have been An Immense World by Ed Yong, which I'm halfway through and enjoying a lot.
Book I received as a gift: I asked for tokens in the last rounds of present-giving, so it's been a little while... according to my journal, I got some for my birthday last year but the only one I mentioned specifically was House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones, from my singing lesson buddies.
Food I ate: I had porridge for breakfast, but have eaten some bacon-flavour Wheat Crunchies and four Lindor truffles since then (white, milk, salted caramel, coconut).
Meal I cooked: Porridge, if "pouring boiling water on it" counts as cooking! If not, uh... I've had mostly cold food, couple of boiled eggs, uhhhh, pasta with pesto and cheese for lunch on Monday is the last actual cooking, I think.
Drink I had: Water! I did have some deeply mediocre fizzy lemonade as part of a sandwich meal deal a couple of weeks back if you don't want to count that, which is useful because otherwise I'd have been going back a year or two...
Song I listened to: If that means "track", I'm just listening to the end of Bach's variation 12a in the Art of Fugue! If actual singing, apparently "You Got the Car" by Kasey Chambers, according to my mp3 player, which lives on shuffle.
Album I listened to: I bought a couple of organ CDs at the concert I went to on Monday, so those.
Playlist I listened to: I think I listened to one of my playlists at work the other day, maybe the Space Songs one?
Concert I went to: For once I have a recent answer! I went to a lunchtime organ recital on Monday, performed by a friend from youth chorus who I hadn't seen in 25 years; it was lovely to see her, and the music was fun.
Game I played: Another level of Terra Nil on Monday
Person I talked to: I said good morning to a couple of people in the sprint review this morning before muting; with my actual face, the supermarket delivery person who brought my groceries on Monday night and had just seen a fox running down the site drive.
Person I texted: [personal profile] toft, if WhatsApp counts; Miss H, if I count Teams; literal text message goes back a couple of weeks - I got a scam email from someone at church, and messaged her to let her know.

Wednesday Reading Meme

Apr. 29th, 2026 08:17 am
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What I Just Finished Reading

Michiko Aoyama’s Hot Chocolate on Thursday, which begins with a woman who goes to the cafe every Thursday to have a hot chocolate and write letters. “OMG TWINSIES!” I shrieked. “I also go to the cafe once a week (my day is Saturday) to have a hot chocolate and write letters!”

The book continues its gentle meander from character to character: from the cafe manager to the mother of a kindergartner who often gets a hot chocolate at the cafe, to the kindergartner’s teacher, to the teacher’s supervisor, and so forth and so on, all the way to Sydney where a young artist gets a kiss from what appears to be the spirit of the Royal Botanic Garden. (The book is not exactly fantasy but also not not fantasy.)

Continuing the fantasy theme, I read William Bowen’s Merrimeg, a 1920s children’s fantasy, largely in the nonsense fantasy mode that was so popular at that point. I largely thought it was fluff, but then the final chapter (each chapter is pretty much a short story) featured the nymph who lives behind the waterfall taking Merrimeg on a journey in a glass carriage, asking the driver to stop at “15, 30, and 80,” which turns out to be those years in Merrimeg’s life - and Merrimeg is not merely looking at her life in those years, but actually being that age briefly… I found it unexpectedly moving. So well played, William Bowen.

What I’m Reading Now

I’ve begun Simon Sebag Montefiore’s The Romanovs, having decided that it would behoove me to learn more Russian history pre-1890. So far I’ve pretty much just read the introduction, but already learned that Ivan the Terrible and Boris Godunov were both pre-Romanov tsars. (I must confess to my shame that I previously had the vague impression that Boris Godunov might be fictional, probably because I knew Pushkin wrote a play about him, but this play was clearly in the tradition of Shakespeare’s Henriad rather than his King Lear.)

What I Plan to Read Next

Michiko Aoyama’s The Healing Hippo of Hinode Park.

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Apr. 29th, 2026 12:57 pm
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A banner depicting a bunch of Kricketots in a forest being watched by a Pokémon trainer. Text at the top of the banner reads, Three Weeks for Dreamwidth Pokémon Prompt Meme, and text at the bottom reads, Running until May 15th All subcanons welcome.

In honor of Three Weeks for Dreamwidth, I'm hosting a little Pokémon prompt meme on my journal, like I did back in 2024! It's 18+ only, but open to all mediums, ratings, and Pokémon subfandoms! Come join us!

Reading Wednesday

Apr. 29th, 2026 06:48 am
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Just finished: Nothing.

Currently reading: Still working my way through Here Where We Live Is Our Country by Molly Crabapple. I'm now up to the Warsaw Ghetto, so of course it's bleak stuff, with our protagonists having increasingly fewer less-bad choices as the Nazi regime closes in on them.

Of course a lot leading up to this is the question of "when do we flee?" a question that definitely bears no relevance to anyone today. The answer is more or less implied in the title and, well, we know what happened with the Warsaw Ghetto. A few activists were deemed too valuable to let die and were smuggled out. Many had left before. There was never going to be any way to save everyone, or even most people.

It's a weirdly good way to connect with my heritage. I relate to the fact that even in the worst moment in history my people have ever known, we still found time to fight with Zionists and tankies. There is light even in the darkness.
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Here are a handful of short Goes Wrong Show ficlets written in response to various requests, mainly on Tumblr! (I put out a call for fic requests, with the caveat that I was likely to make everything Robert-centric.)


Assorted Goes Wrong ficlets, including crossovers with Final Fantasy VIII and Death Note. )


I had a lot of fun writing these! But apparently I cannot be trusted to stick to the actual details of a fic request.
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The Leon Garfield novel that I read last week as The Stolen Watch (1988) was first published as Blewcoat Boy and I may have read it originally under its American title of Young Nick and Jubilee, which I am taking as an excuse for its absence from any kind of mental index even after various turns of its plot had gone into long-term storage. I loved it peculiarly in elementary school, right around the age of its pair of orphans introduced living like foxes in a den of hawthorn on the wild side of St James's Park. I may always have been more at home to found family when it is discovered through crime.

It was soon after nine o'clock, and the dazed air was staggering under the booming and banging of the bells of Westminster Abbey; for Devil's Acre was right next door to God's front yard. In fact, you could have heaved a brick out of the Abbey and hit the Devil right in the eye—if he'd happened to be on his property at the time instead of sitting in Parliament and making the laws.

As a novel, it's short, sweet, and satirically edged, a fairy tale of Victorian London in the right key of droll color to social rage. In need of a dad to sponsor them into the charitable advantages of the Blewcoat School and the genuine article no closer than a child's dream of Kilkenny, the raggedly resourceful Young Nick and his sister Jubilee locate an expedient substitute in the amiable, if not precisely upstanding person of Mr Christmas Owen and share his horror when it develops that he will have to stand as their father for more than the morning if all three of them want to keep out of trouble with the law. It is all but inevitable from this set-up that their inconvenient imposture should convert with time and responsibility into the real thing, but it happens by awkward, inadvertent degrees, without much in the way of schmaltz or saccharine, and without losing hold of the social thread. The win conditions of a reformation are not riches or even middle-class respectability. Gainfully employed and integrated into a community, Mr Owen and his chicks still belong to the rookeries of London, living half in the pockets of their downstairs neighbors and busking for their suppers the rest of the time and because it matters that children are cared for and adults act like it for once in their aimless lives, it feels like a triumph rather than a concession that the narrative concludes, modestly but meaningfully, in the none more Dickensian unity of carols at Christmastime. On the slant of a punch line or a prophecy, Young Nick's wishful, signature boast even comes true: "Our dad's a big feller, big as a church!"

When you go shopping for a dad, you got to be careful. You don't want any old rubbish . . . You got to try the bottom end of the market, where there's always a chance of picking up a bargain among the damaged goods.

As a re-read, it was one of those dual-layered experiences because the title meant nothing to me, I recognized the text from the second page, and not having read it in at least thirty-five years kept remembering the events of future chapters while simultaneously discovering all the details in the story that I had not originally been able to appreciate or even recognize. Please not to look surprised that at any age I was gone for quirky, rackety Mr Owen with his absentminded snapping-up of trifles and his rueful habit of sighing, "Sharp as pickles!" whenever the children catch him out in a cheat, as unprepossessing a father-figure as ever rocked up half-lit to an admissions interview. He looks half the size of his voice that can soothe a wakeful tenement and gets himself epically pasted in a barroom brawl. The text which slips conversationally between the wry omniscience of a nineteenth-century narrator and the near stream-of-consciousness of the children has him tagged with the antiheroic epithet of "old parrot-face." Watching his makeshift kindness deepen into real concern would have won me over as much as his fallibility, but then I did not have, like Young Nick, the dog-eared, partly fantasized memory of an ideal parent to interfere with accepting the imperfect reality of one, an embarrassing and surprising adult with their own charms and crotchets and fears who may need rescuing from the locked wilderness of a park one night and risk their freedom for the sake of one of their formerly burdensome charges the next. "Our dad!" Jubilee names him more readily, captivated by his ballads and thrilled that he started a fight he couldn't finish over her very first handkerchief. She herself could go toe-to-toe with any feral heroine out of Aiken or Hardinge when she beats up a bigger boy with a fish; it pairs her classically with the more anxiously adult Young Nick, who after all landed them with a new dad through fretting over a dowry for his sister at the age of ten. It may occur to the grown reader that the sooner he can let go of the expectation of heading the family, the healthier. Mutual rescue need not be confined to romances and I like its involvement in the bonding of the eventual Owens. It will still probably never be a good idea to lend anything to the dad if six months later you don't want to have to ask for it back.

Then he give Jubilee the violin and the bow and, after a scrape or two, she starts rendering The Ash Grove all over again; and it were very queer, what with her being only nine, and the fiddle being a hundred and fifty, how well they got on together!

It were different from them other fiddles. It were very sweet and strong; and, as Jubilee stood in the middle of the room, with her fingers fluttering and trembling like white butterflies, and her face nestled into the golden brown of the old fiddle, like a flower asleep, nobody moved nor said a word.

It were something wonderful, you had to admit it. If she'd gone fishing for a husband, she wouldn't have needed no more dowry than her earrings and the old violin. She'd have caught a king!


Language-level, it's a pleasure, careering from sentence to ironic, high-flown, argumentative sentence as if the story is tumbling out through a visit to a long-razed slum. Garfield has the historical knack of pinpointing his time without obvious references like battles or coronations: the smattering of cant in the richly demotic narration helps, but so does the slight distance in habits of mind as well as the plot winding through charity schools and one-man bands, marginalizations of class and nationality and a baby named Parliament Smudgeon. Jubilee's own appellation is the result of "the Pope having done something wonderful in the year she was born," while her brother's diminutive distinguishes him from the Devil. I take Mr Owen's uncommonly Christian name as a seasonal consequence à la Christmas Evans, but the fact that he's a pickpocket—a popular trade around Onion Court—is not an encouragement to the reader to follow the casual bigotry of the police who treat Taffy was a Welshman like forensic gospel. The law in this children's novel is a primer in ACAB, an unappetizing mass of "bluebottles" buzzing fawningly round their social betters with their truncheons at the ready for anyone below. "Real life ain't like a beanstalk, lad! Climb up out of your proper station, and you'll just get knocked down again!" Whereas Mr Owen may need a stiff belt of gin to face a schoolmaster, but as soon as he learns that Young Nick has a head for figures and Jubilee's as musical as his own child, he's determined to support them in their talents. I had a better ear for his own this time around: in the seven-to-ten range I knew a different set of English lyrics to "All Through the Night," but I wouldn't hear "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" until high school or "The Ash Grove" until college and I still couldn't render you "The Bluebells of Scotland" without listening to the Corries first. As I kept hearing the folk songs arranged by Stephen Oliver, however, I have ended up showing the 1982 RSC The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby to [personal profile] spatch. The double bill works. I hadn't read enough Dickens in elementary school to know.

But it turned out to be a dirty lie as it wasn't the little 'un in the story what got thumped and had to be helped out of the boozer with a nose like a bee-cluster that didn't go down for a week!
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I've slowed my horror movie roll a bit, mainly because the work I'm doing on my fanbinding project lends itself to the same headspace and timeslot as movie-watching. But I have not lost interest! Today's unintentional mini-theme is toxic female friendship, yay.

Jennifer's Body (2009): A struggling indie band turns to Satan to give them their big break, but the girl they chose for their virgin sacrifice was unfortunately not a virgin. Instead of dying, the ritual causes Jennifer to become possessed by a demon, and leaves her devoted best friend Anita ("Needy") struggling to come to terms with a Jennifer who is mostly the same cool, hot, vacuous, slightly mean teenage girl she's always been, only now she feeds off the flesh of her male classmates.

I'm boggling that I never saw this in cinemas when it came out, because it was fucking laser-targeted at my demographic (emo kids who were coming of age in the late 2000s), but I can't recall any of my friends even talking about it. I recognised almost every band on the soundtrack. I recognised a lot of faces too: Megan Fox, Amanda Seyfried, Amy Sedaris, Chris Pratt, that guy from The O.C. Anyway, it was a great time! If I hadn't been out and rug-munching for several years by the time it was released, that Jennifer/Needy makeout scene would have given me the mother of all sexual awakenings too, lol. Those heady teenage hormones were off the charts.

Fall (2022): A year after her husband's death in a rock climbing accident, Becky allows her best friend Hunter (a youtuber who has built her brand on daredevil stunts) to goad her into climbing a decommissioned TV tower together. The tower is 2000ft/610m high, rusted through, and due to be demolished soon. They tell no one what they're doing and pack no food or survival gear. The ladder gives way beneath them, and the two end up trapped on a tiny open platform right at the top.

I fucking loved this, okay? Looking at reviews after I'd finished watching made me feel kind of dumb, because everyone else was all "too much suspension of disbelief" and "saw the twist coming a mile off" and "leads are so dumb they deserve it" while I was just there like 🤯🤯🤯. Hot women with a dangerous physical hobby! Extreme heights! Confined to a single location with literally no room to maneuver, and somehow still heart-stoppingly tense and exciting the whole way through! Yes the leads are a bit dumb and yes the filmmakers are less than 100% married to realism the whole way through. (There's no point me defending the twist, because I am a very naive viewer; most twists catch me off guard, whether they're well executed or not.) But all I really wanted was attractive, dysfunctional women and vertigo-inducing aerial shots and to spend a decent portion of the runtime yelling "no no no don't do that!" through my fingers, and you couldn't get a purer, more intense experience of those things than this film if you injected them intravenously.

In Fall-adjacent news, I am greatly amused by the existence of this Getting Stuck in Terrible Places Cinematic Universe list on letterboxd. Some of these films I have already seen over the years; some are on my watch list; others I have never even heard of. But a person who can put Saw, The Hunger Games, Snowpiercer and The Blair Witch Project all together on a themed list and have it make perfect, intuitive sense is a person I can respect.

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Apr. 28th, 2026 10:54 pm
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The Last...

Movie I watched: Persuasion (2007)
Series I finished: The Other Bennet Sister (2026)
Book I finished: The Once and Future Riot by Joe Sacco (2024)
Book I bought: Cards of Grief by Jane Yolen (1984)
Book I received as a gift: Not sure, I've had a "Dear God, I have too many books already!" standing comment on gifts for some years now.
Food I ate: Okonomiyaki.
Meal I cooked: Same as above.
Drink I had: Other than water, coffee with cream. If alcohol, rum and orange juice a couple days ago.
Song I listened to: "Everything's Going to Be Alright" by Beverley Knight.
Album I listened to: J.S. Bach's Goldberg Variations by Angela Hewitt.
Playlist I listened to: I don't really playlist.
Concert I went to: Lennie Gallant last fall? Maybe?
Game I played: Civilisation IV: Beyond the Sword
Person I talked to: Nenya.
Person I texted: A neighbour lady.

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May. 2nd, 2026 01:45 am
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Anybody able to recommend a library or ten that allows for nonresident digital cards?

There’s a series I was reading, and the three libraries in NYC have books 1 - 4 and then 9 - 11. I don’t like it enough to pay for just the missing books. I still want to read them. More library systems, that I would pay for. (And hopefully get these books.)

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