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You break the ice at parties, but I break down
My sleep schedule has deranged again. I fell asleep after six in the morning and had a series of vivid, complex dreams whose plots mostly did not survive the transition to waking. I dreamed of a contemporary version of Bagoas, wearing a necklace of ancient silver coins. One of them had his lover's profile stamped on it. Alexander was immortal, but there was something vampiric in it, like Tanith Lee's Scarabae. I dreamed of flooded catacombs or underground canals, receding into time. The building overhead was a movie theater, showing The Wizard of Oz (1939). There were boats tied up where the Somerville has the Museum of Bad Art. I dreamed of reading a novel or a series of novels written contemporaneously with Dorothy L. Sayers, frequently recommended to fans of Wimsey in the same vein as Margery Allingham's Campion, but I can remember nothing about the mysteries or the series detective, just a secondary character standing in a crowded room, looking around at the company with a tight, tensely blank expression on his face. He's just had something unforgivable said to his face; the reader doesn't yet know if it's true, which is a different question from whether it should have come out sneeringly at a party. Afterward one of the other guests referred to him as "poor Mr. Cornelius," the kind of pitying dismissal that made me feel for the character whether I was supposed to or not. I wish I could remember anything at all about the resolution of the book.
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sairaali and M. was lovely. Saira had a recipe for sweet potato soup from Cook's Illustrated and my latest orthodontist's appointment has left me basically living on soup for the foreseeable future, so we made it with all the toppings—maple sour cream, mirin-sautéed mushrooms, cider-candied bacon, scallions instead of chives—and it was savory and filling and the special tip about soaking the sweet potato for twenty minutes in warm shallot-and-thyme broth did not in any way result in a thinner soup, but it was really delicious purée. Before dinner, I did a handstand with M.'s assistance and Saira's coaching, which marks the first time since elementary school. It was fun. The point at which my inner ear rotated upside down felt exactly like the horizon flip of a looping roller coaster. I would need much better upper body and core strength in order to manage it alone. After dinner, we watched the first two episodes of the third season of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–), which I enjoyed and am still sorting some of my reactions to, because stylistically it feels like a set of classically elaborate Golden Age mysteries taking place in a world with much more nuanced gender issues than Agatha Christie or Ngaio Marsh. I like the dynamic between Phryne and Jack, how even if he's not coping very well with her tendency to bang random dudes in the middle of investigations, it doesn't prevent him from working with her and he doesn't try to make her stop. Their unresolved sexual tension is visible from space. Does anyone here recommend the books? I'm aware of their existence, but have never read any.
Today I am not building a bonfire, because I don't live in the right countries for it. My mother traditionally celebrates Guy Fawkes by watching V for Vendetta (2005). Have a song about fire: Jill Tracy, "Make It Burn." I need to do some practical things with my afternoon.
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sairaali and M. was lovely. Saira had a recipe for sweet potato soup from Cook's Illustrated and my latest orthodontist's appointment has left me basically living on soup for the foreseeable future, so we made it with all the toppings—maple sour cream, mirin-sautéed mushrooms, cider-candied bacon, scallions instead of chives—and it was savory and filling and the special tip about soaking the sweet potato for twenty minutes in warm shallot-and-thyme broth did not in any way result in a thinner soup, but it was really delicious purée. Before dinner, I did a handstand with M.'s assistance and Saira's coaching, which marks the first time since elementary school. It was fun. The point at which my inner ear rotated upside down felt exactly like the horizon flip of a looping roller coaster. I would need much better upper body and core strength in order to manage it alone. After dinner, we watched the first two episodes of the third season of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–), which I enjoyed and am still sorting some of my reactions to, because stylistically it feels like a set of classically elaborate Golden Age mysteries taking place in a world with much more nuanced gender issues than Agatha Christie or Ngaio Marsh. I like the dynamic between Phryne and Jack, how even if he's not coping very well with her tendency to bang random dudes in the middle of investigations, it doesn't prevent him from working with her and he doesn't try to make her stop. Their unresolved sexual tension is visible from space. Does anyone here recommend the books? I'm aware of their existence, but have never read any.Today I am not building a bonfire, because I don't live in the right countries for it. My mother traditionally celebrates Guy Fawkes by watching V for Vendetta (2005). Have a song about fire: Jill Tracy, "Make It Burn." I need to do some practical things with my afternoon.
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(Anonymous) 2015-11-05 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)yes, I like Kerry Greenwood, and not just the Phryne Fisher books. The only drawback is that they are only in trade paper here and they tend to be expensive.
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But the show unfortunately tends to fall down when it comes to gay and lesbian characters (fridged!) and Asian, Russian or Italian characters (stereotypes!)
It's kind of like a really delicious chocolate mousse, but with sand in it...
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If Mac is the doctor, she looks awesome and I'd love to see more of her. I am also enjoying the presence of Miriam Margolyes, of whom I am generally fond.
But the show unfortunately tends to fall down when it comes to gay and lesbian characters (fridged!) and Asian, Russian or Italian characters (stereotypes!)
That's frustrating to hear. So far I've encountered one Russian character (refugee from the Revolution), one pair of lesbians (the murder of one of whom kicks off the mystery), and one pair of gay characters who weren't (which did not prevent tragedy from striking, whatever that says), which was not quite enough data to feel sandy about. Given the Australian setting, how does the show otherwise handle race?
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It started as raw bacon from the refrigerator. M. fried it in a pan, it was let cool while we dealt with the soup and other toppings, Saira tossed it with cider vinegar and brown sugar. After that it was sticky and cidery and delicious and sweet and just chewy enough for me to eat with my recently tightened braces. I know brilliant people.
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yes, I like Kerry Greenwood, and not just the Phryne Fisher books. The only drawback is that they are only in trade paper here and they tend to be expensive.
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At this point in my life, I feel this is what libraries are for.
Thank you!
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While trick-or-treating along our street we ran into a group of about a half dozen early teenagers. They were each wearing identical Guy Fawkes makes and V for Vendetta style capes.
All except one. And that compatriot happened to also be the tallest among them, at approximately six feet. He was dressed as a bright yellow banana.
His was the only costume that our daughter remarked upon as she was trick-or-treating. And it was clear from the crowd's reaction that Mr. Banana was receiving more accolades than the nameless group's coordination.
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Bravo, that group of kids.
I am very happy to know about that.
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I hope they're random dudes who aren't actually *part* of the investigation, because otherwise, that does sound like it could lead to some conflict-of-interest.
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Might you lately have been reminded of the end of the second Dr. Phibes movie?
"Today I am not building a bonfire, because I don't live in the right countries for it."
The last Bonfire I went to was one Marian held at The Buttery. The fire department came and made us put it out. But the friendly fireman suggested that, if we wanted to try again, if there was food on top of it, it would be classed as a non-illegal *cooking* fire :-)
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No, because I haven't seen it, but should I take this as a recommendation?
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I'm really indifferent to spoilers—tell me about Dot?
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[Phryne] caught sight of herself in the mirror-shiny black pillar of the glove shop, and paused to tidy her hair. In the reflection she noticed the set, white face of a girl, standing behind her, unaware of Phryne's regard, who was slowly biting into her lower lip. The horror on that face gave Phryne a start, and she spun about. The girl was leaning on the opposite pillar. She was dressed in a light cotton shift of deep, shabby black, and her legs were bare. She was innocent of gloves, hat or coat and had scuffed house-slippers on her feet. Her long, light-brown hair was dragged back into an unbecoming bun, which was coming adrift from its pins. Her blue eyes stared out of what would have been a fresh, milk-maid's complexion, if she had not been tinged heliotrope by some illness or internal stress. On impulse, Phyrne crossed the Arcade and came up to the girl, wondering what it was she held concealed in her hands close to her body. As she approached, she identified it -- it was a knife.
'Hello, I was just going to get some tea,' she said casually, as though meeting an old acquaintance. 'Would you like to come too? Just over here,' she added chattily, leading the unresisting girl by the arm. 'Now, sit down, and we'll order. Waitress! Two teas, please. Sandwiches?' she asked and the girl nodded. 'And sandwiches,' added Phryne. 'I think that you'd better give me that knife, don't you?'
The girl handed over the knife, still mute, and Phyrne put it in her pocket. It was an ordinary kitchen knife, such as is used to chop vegetables, and it was razor-sharp. Phryne hoped that it would not slit the pocket-lining of her new coat.
Tea was brought. The Moorish arches, hung with artificial flowers and lanterns, were soothing, and the light was not harsh. Phyrne dispensed tea and sandwiches, and watched her companion becoming more lively with each mouthful.
'Thanks, Miss,' said the girl. 'I was famished.'
'That's all right,' Phyrne said easily. 'Some more?'
The girl nodded again, and Phyrne ordered some more food. A jazz orchestra was damaging the night somewhere, but not near enough to preclude speech. The young woman finished the sandwiches, leaned back, and sighed. Phryne offered her a gasper, and she refused rather indignantly.
'Nice girls don't smoke,' she said trenchantly. 'I mean...'
'I know what you mean,' smiled Phyrne. 'Well, what about it? What are you doing here?'
'Waiting for him,' said the girl. 'To kill him. ... '
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I have to say you have just presented me with a very good hook to read a novel for.
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CockblockPrudence.I do have thinky thoughts about Phryne's promiscuity and also her flagrant disregard for the law in the context of that relationship; I feel like the show sometimes walks riiiiiiiight up to the edge of Phryne's free-spirited nature turning into a callous disregard for Jack and his feelings/professional standing/etc. But season three made me feel better about that issue than season two did, so I'm still happy overall.
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Having not read the books myself, I've no idea what that means for her dynamic with Jack -- but OH MY GOD YES visible from space, and they might have done something about it by now if it weren't for Aunt
CockblockPrudence.I am actually delighted by what little I've seen of Aunt Prudence, but that is because I love Miriam Margolyes and I am always happy to see her working. She is one of the great contemporary character actors and more people should appreciate her.
But season three made me feel better about that issue than season two did, so I'm still happy overall.
Good! I'll look forward to the rest of the season, then. If I like it, should I go back for the first two? Also, is this an open-ended show or a closed arc?
What are your thoughts on the show and other issues—race, class, queerness?
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If so, I'm honestly surprised that committed poly is less acceptable on television than serial banging random dudes.
I'm not surprised, actually. Serial banging random dudes leaves space for the implicit assumption that she might settle down eventually, whereas committed poly won't ever resolve to the standard.
I am actually delighted by what little I've seen of Aunt Prudence
Oh, I adore the character! It's just that there are two separate occasions I can think of where she interrupted the pair of them, and the second one made me rather suspicious that neither one was an accident. Hence, Aunt Cockblock.
What are your thoughts on the show and other issues—race, class, queerness?
I think it sums up the show's attitude toward these things when I say that I'm surprised it took them until season two to have an episode that focused on Aboriginal Australians -- I would have expected them to bring that in much sooner, given their usual habits. There are eps that deal with Chinese people in Australia, and African-Americans (like, actually from the U.S.), and gay men, and lesbian women, and Phryne's cousin and his wife are swingers blatant enough to make her look discreet. I think there may have been an episode with a trans character? Can't recall for sure. Definitely one about back-alley abortions and the risks thereof. Also birth control. As for class, Bert and Cec the Communist Cabbies are regulars on the show, and there have been eps dealing with that movement and other issues of class conflict.
So, uh, yeah. This show is ALL UP IN THAT BUSINESS. Not usually in a deep meaningful explorations of the nuances of the issues kind of way; it isn't that type of show. But very much in a "hey, people come in all kinds and let's tell stories about that, and also murder" type of way.
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Nope! My introduction was the episode with Phryne's father and the magic show, followed by death at the RAAF air base and the romance of Bert and the Russian emigrée. I'm not actually complaining, but an inadvertent side effect was to start off my understanding of Jack and Phryne's relationship with his amazing heartfelt half-seas-over speech, after sitting up for hours in her drawing room with his thoughts and too many martinis and her father's nerve tonic, about being "a liberal-minded man—maybe not as liberal-minded as you'd like me to be, or as much as I would like me to be—for you— But I don't want you to think I'm like all those other liberal-minded men . . . I'm not one of them and I never will be. Even if you want me to." Obviously that interested me.
in part so you can see The Amazing Transformation of Miss Dorothy Williams. (Her growth is one of my favorite parts of the show.)
I'm getting the impression that Dot, book or TV, is a character I will enjoy.
Serial banging random dudes leaves space for the implicit assumption that she might settle down eventually, whereas committed poly won't ever resolve to the standard.
That makes no sense to me. I understand what you're saying, and I'm not arguing with you, but I can't agree with it as a way to look at the world. Settling down with one or more people should be as valid an interpretation of the term as settling down with one full stop.
As for class, Bert and Cec the Communist Cabbies are regulars on the show, and there have been eps dealing with that movement and other issues of class conflict.
Bert got the romantic B-plot in the second episode I saw. It did take me a little while to sort out who the two of them were, since without introduction I thought they were just walk-ons in the first episode.
So far I have seen one surviving half of a lesbian couple, and a gay couple who weren't, and no characters of color among the main cast, so I wanted to know.
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I'm honestly not sure how the show will resolve that tension in the long run. Jack has not been set up as the kind of guy who would be okay with just a casual-sex relationship, so either he has to change his mentality or Phryne does -- and yet the show has repeatedly stressed the fact that neither of them is asking the other to change. I like the tension, but at the same time it's the sort of thing that, if left hanging for too long, starts to look cruel to me. Jack seems like he would want Phryne to settle down; if she isn't willing to do that (and she says outright at one point that she isn't), then she should just cut him loose, rather than letting him dangle while she goes through a string of other men in front of him.
That makes no sense to me. I understand what you're saying, and I'm not arguing with you, but I can't agree with it as a way to look at the world. Settling down with one or more people should be as valid an interpretation of the term as settling down with one full stop.
Oh, I agree. But in terms of what I think society at large is prepared to accept, I believe that "sleeping around until you find the Right One" is closer to the top of the list than "happily ever after with the Right Two or More." Hence why I imagine the show depicts a promiscuous Phryne in place of a poly one.
(I could be wrong, of course, about their reasoning. But it's the most likely explanation I see.)
So far I have seen one surviving half of a lesbian couple, and a gay couple who weren't, and no characters of color among the main cast, so I wanted to know.
The main cast is all white, yes, and contains only one queer person, though the socioeconomic spectrum is pretty good. But they do seem to have a mission statement to explore other aspects of '20s Australian society via the episodic plots, at least, and the treatment there is generally decent.
Edited to add: the show has also periodically dealt with the fact that this takes place after WWI, and more than a few of the characters were involved with the war in various capacities, leaving them with a variety of physical and psychological scars. Which pleases me.
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I would actually respect a show that allowed its love interests to part regretfully on the grounds of genuine and affectionate incompatibility. In fiction, love generally conquers all; in real life, it's not all you need.
I would also be happy to see a show where the romantic ending is a committed open relationship—Jack as primary partner, which is qualitatively and practically different from being either a casual friend-with-benefits or the next random banged dude—but you may be right that either the writing or the network will not allow for it.
But in terms of what I think society at large is prepared to accept, I believe that "sleeping around until you find the Right One" is closer to the top of the list than "happily ever after with the Right Two or More."
I agree with your assessment of society and I believe that there are people who believe it. It still makes literally no sense to me. There are mythological concepts I understand more readily than contemporary sexual standards.
and contains only one queer person
The doctor?
Edited to add: the show has also periodically dealt with the fact that this takes place after WWI, and more than a few of the characters were involved with the war in various capacities, leaving them with a variety of physical and psychological scars. Which pleases me.
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I made the German baked bean recipe thing: it came out more soup like, so it is probably edible for Sovays (although not 'Spatchels, unfortunately.) Call me if you want to come by and eat some at some point.
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Thank you! This sounds intriguing. What else went into the recipe besides beans and, I assume, onions?
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