Nature Notes

2026-02-24 08:22
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 Our daffodils are coming into their strength. I planted a load in '24 and a load more in '25. They're my favourite flower- at least in part because they start appearing in the wintriest time of the year. I see the first daffodil and think, "And now it's Spring!" 

We've had no snow in Eastbourne- we rarely do, but we have had lots of rain. We were driving up Seaside on Sunday and there was water mushrooming out from an overtaxed drain and flooding the road.....

We've floated the idea that Wendy should take over our garden and grow vegetables. It would be a win-win arrangement. We need someone to take the garden in hand and she needs somewhere to grow things. I'm not a gardener. I plant shrubs and bulbs and then more or less let them get on with it. Also I cut the grass- but I'd be happy for there to be less grass to be bothered with. So long as she leaves the daffodils in place she can have a free hand.

There seem to be fewer pigeons about. Maybe they're off sourcing nesting sites. There are however rather more gulls because Roselands with all its chimney stacks is a nesting site. I love pigeons, I love gulls, I only wish we attracted more of the smaller birds than we do.....

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2026-02-23 23:50
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Amazon seems to have fixed the typos in the summary and sample of Jeannie Lin's Love, Death & Lanterns! Unfortunately they seem to have either have not done so in the ebook itself, or my copy is glitched (redownloading, clearing caches, and even deleting and rebuying it still gives me a copy with one of the main characters' names misspelled).

I have a version of it sans-typos from when it was one of the HEA Collective novellas, but this is annoying me.
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Our Narnia lamp-posts look sheer magic in the snow.




 

Though I do worry about this tree. It hope it springs back.


 

Still, its leaves of snow are lovely.


 

How much snow did you get? And was there hot chocolate?

Nine

yes what? yes ma'am

2026-02-23 19:35
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In my Southern childhood it was presumed that a younger person would add "ma'am" or "sir" out of politeness in some contexts. If the elder asked you a question, just answering yes or no would be considered rude, for example. My parents weren't strict about it, but I had teachers who were adamant, and would pointedly say "Yes what?" if one just said "yes," for example. I'm watching the Kdrama "Our Blues" (2022) that has an enormous ensemble cast. In episode 16 a kid says something to her grandmother. Her grandmother repeats it back, in a stern tone, and the kid changes it to the honorific form. I know that people are supposed to use honorifics to old people, but the three-line exchange hit me as exactly like the yes yes what yes ma'am sequence.

If you ever need to know, you can use ma'am or sir that way instead of saying "what."
Like "Laura!' "Ma'am?' My mother's been gone almost four years. I'm not sure I've done that since she died.

Book Review

2026-02-23 16:00
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Madouc
by Jack Vance

This is the last book in the Lyonesse trilogy. Here we see the machinations of Casmir of Lyonesse and the ambitions of Aillas of Troicinet play out to their conclusions. Mages Shimrod and Murgen work against malevolent powers that seek to destroy everything. But that is largely a background for the adventures of Madouc, Casmir's half-fae changeling grandchild. Madouc has little tolerance for or interest in court protocol or marriage negotiations, preferring to pursue her own mischief. She ends up going on a quest to discover her parentage and ends up foiling a plot or two.
I enjoyed this book and liked the way it wrapped up the threads of the previous volumes. Madouc is a wonderful character - she is headstrong, a little mischievous, and quite clever. Her quest was very entertaining, and I liked the way Vance used the conventions of the medieval legend and fairy tales to construct it.
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Rainbow heart sticker The Paris Express by Emma Donoghue
Read this because a) I'd been meaning to, b) it was a yuletide EPH (which obviously I didn't fill, but you know... good intentions).

In the past, I've found Donoghue rather bleak, and preferred her non, fiction. (Maybe it was just that I read the one where everyone died of Spanish Influenza?)

This takes place across several hours, on a train that runs from the coast of Normandy to Paris, where it will famously fail to brake and blast through the wall of the train station (this was re-enacted in the movie Hugo, and captured in a tonne of contemporary photographs). Which is not what the book's about, other than as a driving sense of inevitable ruin. The book is about a few dozen characters, including the train itself, a slice of life as the world teeters on the edge of a new century. Many of the characters are historical figures, some of whom were on the train that day, a bunch more who might have been. There's an anarchist with a bomb, the railway employees, a painter, a secretary, several politicians, a sex worker, a medical student, some children, a variety of day labourers, all forced to into each other's company for the course of several hours. Many of them are some flavour of queer, several are not white, each has their own story. All have a complicated relationship with the racing pace of technological and cultural change, at a time when France has only been a Republic (again) for a few decades, and it's (again) not at all clear if this time will stick.

I often get confused by books with this many characters, especially when there's not much in the way of plot, and the book jumps between them pretty fast, but Donoghue makes them all so distinct, with their own voices, that I didn't have trouble this time. I also appreciated her deft touch at making the characters feel of that moment in history, rather than being stand ins for the contemporary reader. We hear about the Dreyfus Affair, for example, and mostly people just believe he's a traitor, even the anarchist, who theoretically should know better. If there's any author stand in, it's an elderly Russian lady's companion, who mostly seems to have things figured out, and is also a cranky weirdo. Actually, a lot of characters are cranky weirdos, and not necessarily good people, but also not the kind of vile that are terrible to spend time with.

I'm perhaps not at my most articulate explaining why I liked this, but mostly that it scratched my brain as a deeply considered idea of how life might have looked at another time, when people were like us, but also different.


"Mr Rowl" by D.K. Broster
I'm not sure if this is the second most popular one after The Jacobite Trilogy, or if The Wounded Name is. Anyway, another 1920s book by a lesbian author, about plausibly deniable Historical Gays. This one is set during the Napoleonic wars, and centres on a French officer who is a prisoner of war in England. He's initial held on parole in a bucolic town, but following Events, he ends up in a prison stockade, then on the prison hulks (de-masted ships floating in the English Channel). He has a low-key romance with one of the girls from the original town, and a series of oddly intense interactions with English officers (one of whom appears to be canonically queer). There's also crossdressing, and quite a bit of hurt/comfort.

Having come in to Broster on The Flight of the Heron, I was expecting the same kind of emotional romance plot, with the pivot of the story being around the relationship between the two main male characters. Thus was initially discombobulated by how meandering the plot ended up being. We follow "Mr Rowl" (the English pronunciation of Raoul) across a series of misfortunes as he wanders about England, not meeting either of the other significant male characters until half way through the book. The most intense action is packed into two chapters in the last third, which makes the structure a little lopsided; however, the plotlines that have been building do come together rather neatly, which I enjoyed.

I started watching the new Star Trek show not long after I finished this, and was immediately struck by the connection between how Broster writes honour-obsessed men in the 18th and 19th century, and the Klingons. Some of the "I must do this Because Honour" choices in this book—though they more or less made sense—did feel a little load-bearing in terms of plot. And the heroine did spend some time going, "Um, holy shit, why?" at a few of those choices. It does also lead to several of the most tropy h/c scenes, however, so I suppose I shouldn't complain.

I like that the main antagonists of the book were a) the controlling asshole boyfriend, and b) the British penal system.


Orbital by Samantha Harvey, narrated by Sarah Naudi
Firstly, I remember some debate about this when this came out: this book is not science fiction. It's literary fiction set on the International Space Station. If you wanted to have an argument for why it was SF, you could say, "Well there's an ongoing Moon mission, which there wasn't at the time of this writing." But there being a Moon mission has been on the books for a decade, so setting it slightly in the future so that the mission could be happening at the same time as the book is, frankly, not science fiction, and I don't know why people thought it was.

Secondly, oh my god why? I guess this was so popular because most people haven't really thought about what life on the I.S.S. might be like, and this was more or less informative on that point. If you've never even one time thought about the space program. It rapidly became clear that someone who's read multiple astronaut biographies may not be the target audience.

There were several neat scenes! I liked the bit about the cosmonaut talking on a HAM radio with random Earthlings, for example. However, the majority of the book was poetic reflections on either inane details of space life, or just looking at the Earth being pretty. Eventually the Astronauts go to bed, and then we just close out with long descriptions of the Earth being pretty. I may not have gotten the point of this book.

(While writing this, I discovered that www.HowManyPeopleAreInSpaceRightNow.com is no longer being maintained, which makes me sad.)

Music Monday

2026-02-23 09:56
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The queen is back! Long live the queen!
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And I am trapped at work!

I mean, the buses are running, but nobody else is coming in, and it’s not a job you can just shut down for the day.
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For Poetry Monday:

The Night Sky, Mary Webb

The moon, beyond her violet bars,
From towering heights of thunder-cloud,
Sheds calm upon our scarlet wars,
To soothe a world so small, so loud.
And little clouds like feathered spray,
Like rounded waves on summer seas,
Or frosted panes on a winter day,
Float in the dark blue silences.
Within their foam, transparent, white,
Like flashing fish the stars go by
Without a sound across the night.
In quietude and secrecy
The white, soft lightnings feel their way
To the boundless dark and back again,
With less stir than a gnat makes
In its little joy, its little pain.


(Hat tip to [personal profile] cmcmck.) Webb was a novelist and poet best known today as one of the authors parodied by Cold Comfort Farm.

---L.

Subject quote from Someone You Loved, Lewis Capaldi.

I am not naked right now

2026-02-23 09:30
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I have seen a few posts based on a prompt with some questions. The last question is something about what's the last time you spent most of the day naked. Is that something people actually want to know about their followers? My immediate thought was of Diane Arbus's photos of folks at nudist camps in the mid 1960s. The one that stands out in my mind is someone sitting on a leatherette sofa. I don't object to nudity but I do object personally to the icky feeling against one's skin of that kind of surface (still true if you're wearing shorts or a bathing suit or whatever - you don't have to be naked). The weather doesn't matter. Hanging around naked all day sounds uncomfortable to me, not fun. So I'm not naked now, but I'm not wearing as many clothes as usual. We are in the midst of a possible blizzard (apparently you can't declare it a definite blizzard until after the fact, because you need at least three hours of a certain measured level of sustained winds). The snow is denser/heavier this time than some of the fluff (even deep fluff) from earlier this winter, meaning tree limbs and wires are at risk. Since it was predicted that many people would lose power, there have been lists of preparations (charging things, etc.). One of them was to turn your heat up so that if you lose power it would take longer to get to a really cold feeling interior. I keep the house at 55 F because of guilt about wastefulness and carbon emissions. This requires wearing layers while I'm hanging around the house. I turned the thermostat up by 10 degrees late last night, to what I gather is normal baseline for some people. I'm lucky (so far) with the electricity so I'm about to turn the thermostat back down. In the meantime, I am wearing just a t shirt on top (not two or three more layers), and when I rowed this morning I was uncomfortably sweaty. I have become acclimated to my indoor climate. I feel overheated in a lot of public places, but I don't spend as much time there, I guess. By contrast, the ringing room at Old North is cooler than my house during the winter. My hands still get stiff and dry in the winter, though.

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2026-02-23 08:06
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Current weather: 35 degrees (according to the weather app., I haven't been outside; near-whiteout conditions.
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2026/026: Cleopatra — Saara el-Arifi

"They'll tell stories of you in years to come," Charmion continued.
Centuries. Millennia.
"I hope so."
I did not understand what it was I wished for. I hoped to become a legend, but I forgot what all stories must have: a monster.
I could not have known that monster would be me. [loc. 452]

Cleopatra narrates her own story from a perspective that remains obscure until the end of the novel. The novel begins with the death of Cleopatra's father Ptolemy XII and her own ascent to the throne of Egypt as the last Pharaoh: and it ends, of course, with her death.

Cleopatra, in this account, is a clever, learned woman, sometimes ruthless but also driven by love -- and not only romantic love, but also love for her children, her country, and even her siblings. The Egypt in which Cleopatra lives and rules is a magical land: the Ptolemies have been gifted by the gods, each having a birthmark and a magical talent bestowed by their patron deity. Read more... )

The Horror

2026-02-23 07:24
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 I dreamed our garden was full of junk- and we were clearing it away and burning it so the children from the school next door could come in and work and play.

Now there's symbolism you don't have to work too hard to understand.

I gather the police are treating Prince Andrew's former home- Royal Lodge- as a crime scene, taking up floorboards and thrusting remote control cameras into areas that are hard of access.

And attention is shifting from Little St James to the Zorro ranch. There are reports of bodies being buried there.

Early trawls through the files concentrated on mentions of the current president. He had had his people redact and redact again but even so he was all over them- and the evidence was damning. Now attention is focused on other names and other oddities. What exactly is this obsession the Epstein class had with food- and cheap food at that? Do "pizza", "grape soda" and "jerky" mean what we are coming to think they mean?

How do you talk about any of this? Words like "horror" are shopworn. I find myself veering aside into euphemism and even humour. Perhaps the best mode is the straightforward reporting of fact. 
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Read It's Not A Cult by Joey Batey, a debut folk horror novel about a band whose songs based on an invented mythology (the Solkats, small gods of wine stains and stubbed toes and untold jokes and bus stop fights and texts at three in the morning, etc.) inspire a literal cult following; I picked this up mostly because I know of the author for other work (he has a band, The Amazing Devil, and played Jaskier on The Witcher) and I'm not sure if it is, exactly, good— I suspect it might work better as an audiobook, because it has a rather distracting tendency towards draaaaawing out wooooords and phonetic spelling of accents ("updéeat")— but I did read the entire thing in one day. It's definitely a [Rod Serling voice] wouldn't that be messed up? kind of horror novel— very ambiguous ending, and a lot of ambiguity throughout; not a spoiler, exactly. )

According to an interview I read when this came on my radar a few months ago, either the novel itself or at least the idea for it (unclear?) pre-dates Batey's career(s) as an actor and musician, but it's a bit of context that I found impossible to shake in light of, a., the themes of artistry (specifically, as a musician) and fandom, and b., the way the narrative is entirely framed by camera lenses: if an action takes place on the page, it's because there's a camera pointing at it, from the narrator's coping mechanism of viewing the world through a camcorder lens rather than looking at things straight on, to vloggers live-streaming their every thought, filmed police interviews, etc., including some rather improbably convoluted executions of the premise.

randomly

2026-02-22 18:34
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I just have such a strong reaction to the question: "Is it queerbaiting if straight actors play gay roles?"

My answer is neither "yes" nor "no."

It's "Not today, Satan!"
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I didn’t guess that I’d be stuck with the roads closed until at least noon tomorrow.

Well, I’m getting paid every hour I’m here, at least.
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