(I'm still not doing anything for
fandom_stocking. Luckily it should open soon and then I can relax and do something else! I forget, of course, that 'better' when you've been bad is a relative term.
Also I seem to have given the impression to everyone that Manhunt is rubbish and it really isn't; it was just a bit up and down and sexist to begin with & I get very little out of protracted 'action' sequences. It's now reached an impressively consistent high standard. Vincent, Nina, and Jimmy, though, remain the most rubbish. Strangely, everyone was a lot more interested in watching it despite this, much more so than anybody is when I tell them old TV is good. Reverse psychology??)
Anyway, look at me, this makes it twice in a year (not calendar year) at least this time. I probably won't read enough to make it every Wednesday, but hopefully more often. I am optimistic!
What I've Just Finished Reading
And So To Murder by Carter Dickson, which I finished up quite quickly after I posted the other day. It was good fun and I enjoyed it. I still don't know whether to praise the BBC for giving me lovely mental casting (the three characters who were the most fun were played by Suzanne Neve, William Russell, and Stephanie Bidmead) or curse them for burninating it, but it did add to the book, so I suppose I'd better at least be a tiny bit grateful.
As I said, Monica Stanton (aka Suzanne Neve) is a vicar's daughter who writes a steamy Romance novel in 1939; her aunt, distressed, wonders why she couldn't write a nice detective novel, like those by Bill Cartwright (Wm Russell):
Now Monica Stanton, to begin with, had no real grievance against that inoffensive form of entertainment known as the detective-story. She neither liked nor disliked it. She had read a few, which struck her as being rather far-fetched and slightly silly, although doubtless tolerable enough if you liked that sort of thing. But, by the time her aunt had finished, Monica was in such a state that she had come to curse the day Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was born. It was a wordless, mindless passion of hatred. As for Mr William Cartwright... Monica felt that she would like to poison Mr Cartwright with curare, and dance on his grave.
And so of course, Monica gets a job at a film studio only to find that she has to write the screenplay for William Cartwright's detective novel while he has to write the screenplay for her distressingly sexy romance. (He thinks it's lousy.) Cue much arguing, an almost instant murder attempt based on one of Bill's books, and, of course, the big question - will Monica persuade Bill Cartwright to shave off his horrible beard?
Which is all good fun. I'm not sure about Sir Henry Merriville, who is theoretically the detective. He even manages to beat Alleyn for lack of time spent on the page, but, unlike Alleyn, I can't help feeling he'd be very annoying if he was around for much longer. (Although, talking of Alleyn, given that Sir HM is head of British Intelligence in WWII, and Alleyn did Intelligence work in WWII, he presumably had to work for him. He probably returned from New Zealand with a carefully filled out file of detailed intel and Henry Merriville just stuffed it untidily in a drawer and told him he knew what was going on from the first radio message anyway. Poor Alleyn.)
I might see if the library has any more by the author under either pseudonym (Carter Dickson or John Dickson Carr), but I suspect this one was just a fun idea, really. The back cover announces, engagingly, that it can't have a photo and autobiographical note about Carter Dickson because he "prefers to conceal his identity behind the mystery of not only one but two pseudonyms; and it is therefore not possible to satisfy the reader's curiosity about a person who to all intents and purpose does not exist." Sadly for Mr Dickson, the internet is a great spoilsport if you want to maintain a secret identity beyond the grave.
Before Christmas, I can now say that I was for obvious reasons, re-reading a lot of Miss Marple as well as reading Dracula for the first time (my reactions are in my Yuletide reveals post).
I also finished Venetia by Georgette Heyer, a re-read, although it was one of the books I rashly gave away a while ago, so it had been a long time. Very enjoyable, of course, and I am very happy to have a copy again. It is very sad that after a year of reading Regency Romances, I still haven't found anyone even a tiny bit like Georgette Heyer. I wish there would be, somewhere, in some period or other.
What I'm Reading Now
I'm a bit between things, but I continue with the very excellent The Victorian City by Judith Flanders in NF. (I am even taking notes for family history, which is a very exciting development as of the last few weeks and months. It's taken a bit of patient building up, but I'm able to do it a little again.)
What I'm Reading Next
That is the question. I was looking at my TBR (when spoons) pile and seeing whether any of them clicked easily, but I haven't decided which one to try next or whether just to re-read something to build up a little more stress-free stamina first before I risk reading a new-to-me book that might get killed by CFS. (I'd rather wait and be fair in my first reading). We shall see!
Also I seem to have given the impression to everyone that Manhunt is rubbish and it really isn't; it was just a bit up and down and sexist to begin with & I get very little out of protracted 'action' sequences. It's now reached an impressively consistent high standard. Vincent, Nina, and Jimmy, though, remain the most rubbish. Strangely, everyone was a lot more interested in watching it despite this, much more so than anybody is when I tell them old TV is good. Reverse psychology??)
Anyway, look at me, this makes it twice in a year (not calendar year) at least this time. I probably won't read enough to make it every Wednesday, but hopefully more often. I am optimistic!
What I've Just Finished Reading
And So To Murder by Carter Dickson, which I finished up quite quickly after I posted the other day. It was good fun and I enjoyed it. I still don't know whether to praise the BBC for giving me lovely mental casting (the three characters who were the most fun were played by Suzanne Neve, William Russell, and Stephanie Bidmead) or curse them for burninating it, but it did add to the book, so I suppose I'd better at least be a tiny bit grateful.
As I said, Monica Stanton (aka Suzanne Neve) is a vicar's daughter who writes a steamy Romance novel in 1939; her aunt, distressed, wonders why she couldn't write a nice detective novel, like those by Bill Cartwright (Wm Russell):
Now Monica Stanton, to begin with, had no real grievance against that inoffensive form of entertainment known as the detective-story. She neither liked nor disliked it. She had read a few, which struck her as being rather far-fetched and slightly silly, although doubtless tolerable enough if you liked that sort of thing. But, by the time her aunt had finished, Monica was in such a state that she had come to curse the day Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was born. It was a wordless, mindless passion of hatred. As for Mr William Cartwright... Monica felt that she would like to poison Mr Cartwright with curare, and dance on his grave.
And so of course, Monica gets a job at a film studio only to find that she has to write the screenplay for William Cartwright's detective novel while he has to write the screenplay for her distressingly sexy romance. (He thinks it's lousy.) Cue much arguing, an almost instant murder attempt based on one of Bill's books, and, of course, the big question - will Monica persuade Bill Cartwright to shave off his horrible beard?
Which is all good fun. I'm not sure about Sir Henry Merriville, who is theoretically the detective. He even manages to beat Alleyn for lack of time spent on the page, but, unlike Alleyn, I can't help feeling he'd be very annoying if he was around for much longer. (Although, talking of Alleyn, given that Sir HM is head of British Intelligence in WWII, and Alleyn did Intelligence work in WWII, he presumably had to work for him. He probably returned from New Zealand with a carefully filled out file of detailed intel and Henry Merriville just stuffed it untidily in a drawer and told him he knew what was going on from the first radio message anyway. Poor Alleyn.)
I might see if the library has any more by the author under either pseudonym (Carter Dickson or John Dickson Carr), but I suspect this one was just a fun idea, really. The back cover announces, engagingly, that it can't have a photo and autobiographical note about Carter Dickson because he "prefers to conceal his identity behind the mystery of not only one but two pseudonyms; and it is therefore not possible to satisfy the reader's curiosity about a person who to all intents and purpose does not exist." Sadly for Mr Dickson, the internet is a great spoilsport if you want to maintain a secret identity beyond the grave.
Before Christmas, I can now say that I was for obvious reasons, re-reading a lot of Miss Marple as well as reading Dracula for the first time (my reactions are in my Yuletide reveals post).
I also finished Venetia by Georgette Heyer, a re-read, although it was one of the books I rashly gave away a while ago, so it had been a long time. Very enjoyable, of course, and I am very happy to have a copy again. It is very sad that after a year of reading Regency Romances, I still haven't found anyone even a tiny bit like Georgette Heyer. I wish there would be, somewhere, in some period or other.
What I'm Reading Now
I'm a bit between things, but I continue with the very excellent The Victorian City by Judith Flanders in NF. (I am even taking notes for family history, which is a very exciting development as of the last few weeks and months. It's taken a bit of patient building up, but I'm able to do it a little again.)
What I'm Reading Next
That is the question. I was looking at my TBR (when spoons) pile and seeing whether any of them clicked easily, but I haven't decided which one to try next or whether just to re-read something to build up a little more stress-free stamina first before I risk reading a new-to-me book that might get killed by CFS. (I'd rather wait and be fair in my first reading). We shall see!
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Date: 2017-01-11 11:10 pm (UTC)He did do a couple of time-travel murder mysteries I quite liked: The Devil in Velvet, wherein an academic sells his soul to the Devil so he can travel back in time to 1675 and solve a historical murder. Or better yet, prevent it. And Fire, Burn!, wherein a present-day (ie, 1950s) policeman gets out of a taxi and finds himself in 1829, and has to solve a murder without any of the crimefighting apparatus he's used to.
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Date: 2017-01-13 12:53 pm (UTC)Someone else recced Fire, Burn!, on LJ, and as time-travel detective stories are rare, I'll certainly have to look out for it - and the other, two.
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Date: 2017-01-11 10:11 pm (UTC)Exactly! Once I'd read my way through all of Heyer's books, I thought, "Great, there must be loads more of this Regency Romance genre out there. Can't wait to read it." But actually nothing comes close to Heyer's style and wit. Everything I could find was more like "Mills and Boon in the 1800s".
I really enjoyed 'Inside the Victorian Home' by Judith Flanders, but didn't realise she'd written other books too. I must take a look at that one you mention.
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Date: 2017-01-12 09:03 am (UTC)Maybe someone's hiding some gems in a different period? Maybe... *wistful*
I really enjoyed 'Inside the Victorian Home' by Judith Flanders, but didn't realise she'd written other books too. I must take a look at that one you mention.
Oh, she's written quite a few & she's usually very good, too. I've really enjoyed all the ones I've read by her (although I haven't yet got the Inside the Victorian Home' one) - Consuming Passions, The Invention of Murder and The Victorian House are all good. The Victorian City is probably something her publisher foisted onto her as it's actually about Dickensian London, so covers his lifetime, and she clearly couldn't be more enthused about the subject. (Yesterday my reading section of it including very rude Victorian drinking songs. You can't ask for more, can you? ;-D) (I also particularly loved The INvention of Murder all about the newspapers and crime and fiction in the 19th C, but, as I said, she's v enjoyable generally.)
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Date: 2017-01-11 11:28 pm (UTC)Looks like reveals are pushed to the weekend now. I was kind of hoping for the window of opportunity to be closed, too, this year, because I feel just well enough to want to do something more but not well enough to actually do it, I think... :/
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Date: 2017-01-12 12:24 am (UTC)I wish you much stress-free stamina. Nothing should ever be allowed to ruin reading.
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Date: 2017-01-13 09:48 am (UTC)Clearly, I'll have to see if I can pick up some more of his, either via the lib or second hand. He certainly seems light and readable enough, which is very important for me right now!
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Date: 2017-01-12 12:38 am (UTC)I hope you get the chance for more stress-free reading in the future. <3
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Date: 2017-01-12 09:17 am (UTC)Yes, poor Alleyn! Although, he would know Sir Henry Merriville's brilliant and eccentric reputation and would no doubt just say that it works for him, but obviously the rest of them have to stick to the dull but thorough routine work.
I am v hopeful about the reading! I think the Regency Romance cure seems to have worked. :-)
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Date: 2017-01-12 12:52 am (UTC)Just readThe Spirit of St Mary Mead. I must say it sounds all too plausible!
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Date: 2017-01-12 08:56 am (UTC):-/
Still, at least we do have Heyer.
ETA: And thank you! :-D
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Date: 2017-01-12 04:08 am (UTC)I hope that you get the chance for stress-free reading soon.
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Date: 2017-01-12 05:37 pm (UTC)The others vary, but they are basically Mills & Boon and Avon or equivalent and they have x many sex scenes to get through, while other people who write historical fics, romance or not, tend to be 'this is my srs business novel'. But I don't see why there couldn't be someone a bit similar writing in some period somewhere. One day! :-/
(Patrick O'Brien's M&C series is on my big TBR-when-spoons pile, though. I mean, the literal one at the bottom of one of the bookshelves, not a mental or virtual or metaphorical one. I've been collecting them in charity shops in optimism. I feel sure they could be okay, given time!
But Heyer... someone could try just a little bit. In any period they liked as long as it's not modern because it ruins comedy of manners when you have to swear like Bridget Jones and have sex casually.
(I'm not demanding and unreasonable. :lol:)
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Date: 2017-01-12 01:36 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2017-01-12 03:39 pm (UTC)I hope whatever you read next goes well too.
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Date: 2017-01-13 08:36 pm (UTC)I love your idea of Alleyn's meticulous file being stuffed in a corner by Sir Henry Merriville. At least Alleyn would soon be comforted by Troy.
I'm thinking of doing a re-read of Ms. Heyer. Her books are splendidly superb.
I hope you have more spoons soon. *hugs*
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Date: 2017-01-13 08:57 pm (UTC)A Heyer re-read is always a good idea to make things seem a bit better!
Let us all have all the spoons we need! And forks. May nobody wrest items of cutlery from us! (Btw, in the light of your recents 'adventures', I feel I should tell you that in Spooks someone once killed somebody with a fork. Maybe you were getting a suspicious look, because after all, someone like that... there could have been murder attempts before! ;-p *hugs*)
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