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Judith Proctor ([personal profile] watervole) wrote2025-09-03 08:01 pm
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Publicity

 The Morris Federation are doing a recruiting push, backed up by a lot of short videos.  Here's the one for Anonymous Morris 

 

We're a team with wide variation in age, etc.  See my family photo!.  (I'm the oldest one. The rest are my son, daughter-in-law,  grandson (very young) and my grand-daughter by my daughter.  Theo and Oswin, you can deduce, are cousins.

Dreamwidth's photo hosting is clunky beyond belief...  I do wish they'd put a bit of effort into making it work better.

 

There's a very nice photo that is visible while I'm editing my entry, and vanishes as soon as it is posted.  It's uploaded to Dreamwidth, and I've used the embed code - but clearly it isn't working. 

 

Any suggestions? 

 


 

 

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tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-09-03 08:46 am
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2025/136: Summerland — Hannu Rajaniemi

2025/136: Summerland — Hannu Rajaniemi
Do you remember Doctor Cummings who treated you when you had measles? Well, soon there will be no doctors. If you get sick, you will just pass over.’
‘If you have a Ticket,’ Peter said.
‘That’s right. And soon, having a Ticket will be the only thing anyone cares about. Not studying, not working, not doing the right thing. Nothing real.’ [p. 125]

The setting is an alternate Great Britain in the late 1930s. The Nazis never came to power, because Germany suffered a crushing defeat in WW1 -- partly as a result of the new ectotechnology. '...the ectotanks were created to break the deadlock of the trenches in the Great War: weapons that grew more powerful the more they killed". In the late 19th century, radio contact was made with the dead: now, half a century later, ectophones and ectomail connect the great metropolis of Summerland to the world of the living. In Summerland, Victoria reigns; in Summerland, the Presence watches every Soviet citizen. Anyone in Britain can, in theory, acquire a Ticket to prevent their dead spirit from Fading before it reaches Summerland. Anyone in the USSR knows that when they die, they will join the Presence.

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tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-09-02 09:19 am
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2025/135: The Naked Light — Bridget Collins

2025/135: The Naked Light — Bridget Collins
"They kept themselves safe from the faceless ones. They warded them off. Whereas now... now the faceless ones are not a metaphor at all. Now they are real. Real men, whose faces have been shot or torn or burnt away, by other men ... [loc. 1699]

The setting is (mostly) the Sussex village of Haltington in the aftermath of WW1. Florence Stock has come to live with Dr Manning, her widowed brother-in-law who's the vicar of Haltington, and her teenage niece Phoebe. Kit Clayton, home from Paris after a year or so of creating lifelike tin and enamel masks for facially disfigured men, has moved into the Bone House: not as macabre as it sounds, but the former home of the Bone family, now extinct. 

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tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-09-01 06:59 am
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2025/134: No Friend to this House — Natalie Haynes

2025/134: No Friend to this House — Natalie Haynes
What's the point in telling the old stories all over again in the same way? [loc. 549]

Natalie Haynes, author of The Amber Fury, Stone Blind and Divine Might (and a number of works that I haven't yet read) turns her attention to the myth of Jason and the Argonauts. I expected this to be another novel about Jason and Medea, but Haynes' focus is broader: No Friend to this House, with its multitude of female narrators, explores the lasting damage caused by the Argo's voyage and her crew's actions, as well as Medea's love for and abandonment by Jason. 

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tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-08-29 02:20 pm
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2025/133: Rose Under Fire — Elizabeth Wein

2025/133: Rose Under Fire — Elizabeth Wein
I think it is the most terrible thing that was done to me – that I have become so indifferent about the dead. [p. 317]

Reread, after a description of tipping a V1 -- the manouevre that leads to Rose's capture, and her incarceration in Ravensbruck -- in Spitfire

My original review from 2014 is here: I don't have anything to add, though I was surprised at how many details (mostly horrific) I had forgotten or repressed. I remembered, instead, the small kindnesses, the reunions, the love.

Unaccountably there is no UK Kindle edition available at present.

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tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-08-29 02:03 pm
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2025/132: Spitfire — John Nichol

v2025/132: Spitfire — John Nichol
'...it was thrilling to down an enemy aircraft. This feeling increased with my catching sight that the German crew had bailed out. I hoped the pilot would be able to bail out as I hoped that’s how someone would think of me.’ [loc. 1623]

Nichol's aim is to tell the human story of the men and women who flew and maintained the iconic Spitfire: a timely endeavour, as he managed to interview quite a few WW2 veterans who died before the book was published.

The book is as interesting for its insights into 1930s Britain as for its accounts of aerial warfare and mechanical detail. Initially, pilots were young aristocrats -- male, of course: 'almost exclusively recruited from the distinguished drinking clientele of White’s'. There was, unsurprisingly, a lot of heavy drinking: If we were flying the next morning and still had a hangover we would plug into our Spitfire’s oxygen supply and this usually did the trick.’"

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tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-08-28 07:49 am
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2025/131: Creation Lake — Rachel Kushner

2025/131: Creation Lake — Rachel Kushner
Neanderthals were prone to depression, he said.
He said they were prone to addiction, too, and especially smoking. [first line]

That opening hooked me, though it's not exactly indicative of the novel as a whole... Sadie Smith (not her real name) is thirty-four, a heavy drinker, a former FBI operative now employed as a translator for Bruno Lacombe, an ageing revolutionary who lives in a cave and communicates with his disciple Pascal Balmy by email. Read more... )

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tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-08-27 08:33 am
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2025/130: A Garter as a Lesser Gift — Aster Glenn Gray

2025/130: A Garter as a Lesser Gift — Aster Glenn Gray
He was not good; had never aspired to be good. He had only ever wanted to be a jolly good fellow, and to be too good, like Percy, destroyed all chance of ever being jolly. Percy would have pulled the covers up over his head before he ever let his host’s wife kiss him, let alone kissed his host. [loc. 621]

A refreshing and sweet novella, setting Gawain and the Green Knight in wartime Britain. The squadron drink at the Green Dragon, and one night a man in green appears...

Gawain chats to the Bertilaks about crime novels and the Blitz; kisses his hostess, and then his host; and returns (or is returned) to his squadron with a green armband, because he has 'been raised with a great belief in magic' and is disinclined to refuse a gift that confers protection. And when the Bertilaks come visiting (with a gift of wild boar, which hasn't been hunted in Britain for four centuries) he confronts them with his anger and grief that it was just a game...

A delightful read, which I wish I'd read at Christmas! The updated setting works very well, and Gawain is vulnerable, likeable and better at talking about his feelings than the original. But then, it is a different time.

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tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-08-26 06:17 pm
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2025/129: The Prey of Gods — Nicky Drayden

2025/129: The Prey of Gods — Nicky Drayden
Now humankind is finally coming into its own, bending and stretching genes in the manner of gods. It was only a matter of time before they muddled their way into bending the exact right genes to reveal that they were gods. Those genes, gone dry and brittle from lack of use, are just begging for an open flame. [p. 61]

The setting is the Eastern Cape in 2064. Alphies (levitating robot assistants) have replaced smartphones; there's a new drug on the street, which seems to confer superpowers; and the roads and parks are overrun by hundreds of thousands of dik-diks.

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Judith Proctor ([personal profile] watervole) wrote2025-08-24 09:27 pm

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 Sorry I'm posting so little at present.  I had Covid.  Yet again.  And it leaves me so drained afterwards...

I think I'm past the worst now, but it really is frog climbing well (for every two steps forward, you slide one backwards) territory.

I'm finally starting to clear the worst of the email backlog.

What with sciatica and Covid, I've been very behind on pretty much everything for the last year (probably the last three...) and I've fallen behind on a lot of morris and sword dance stuff that needed doing.

At least I've found a volunteer to take over event organising for the morris team (bagman).  I'm breaking him in very gently, as he's had his own health problems and I don't want to over-load him.

And I've finally written down the instructions to a sword dance that we perform to 'Wellerman'.  I'm hoping we can video it at Swanage Folk Fesitval.

If I'm fit enough to dance in 2 weeks time....  I had to miss it last year due to pain/exhaustion.

Fingers crossed!