Sunday, February 17, 2019

While Miz Kittling Knits: Jonathan Creek



Have you ever had a nemesis? I've had several over the span of my lifetime and expect to have a few more, but the most recent one happens to be a knitting pattern. Yes, you heard me correctly. A. Knitting. Pattern.

I liked the look of the forest glade cowl in the photo, and the pattern itself wasn't complicated even if it did have a profusion of yarnovers and knit-togethers. I also liked the fact that it was knit on circular needles "in the round" so I wouldn't have to sew the ends of the finished cowl together.

My simple lacy pattern gave me a bad headache. It gave me a bad headache three times. I don't know what my problem was, but I began to get the impression that I was not meant to make this cowl. And that made me mad. I started to improvise. Something about the size of the needles and the thickness of the yarn didn't feel right, so for my fourth go-round I chose bigger needles. 

It worked! And just to make sure that the pattern knew I had beaten it, I made it a second time using the same size needles and a thinner yarn to bring out the open weave of the pattern. So there, forest glade! You have no more power over me. HA!


The cowl on the left is made with Caron Simply Soft Paints acrylic yarn in "Passion." The variations of green make me think of dappled sunlight on grape leaves and the purple of juicy grapes hanging on the vine. I love Caron Simply Soft yarn because it is so soft, so easy to care for, and comes in some delicious solid and variegated colors. The "Paints" line is nice because the colors are not self-striping. (I've never liked stripes!) In looking this up, it appears that this particular color has been discontinued, which must be a recent decision because I bought the yarn less than a year ago.

The cowl on the right is done with a discontinued in-house brand of Michael's yarn, and since I used larger needles and a thinner weight yarn, the lace is more open and easier to see. You can click on the photo to see more detail.

Now... what have I been watching while fighting my way through all these forest glades? I'm glad you asked! I've been re-watching one of my favorite British crime series, "Jonathan Creek." I first saw it years ago on BBC America, and the entire series is now on Britbox.

The crime-solving duo consists of investigative journalist Madeline ("Maddy") Magellan and magician's assistant Jonathan Creek (Caroline Quentin and Alan Davies). They are complete opposites: Maddy very much in-your-face and Jonathan very much an introvert who enjoys living alone in his windmill and concocting brilliant stunts for his magician boss to perform. Quentin and Davies play well off each other, and I love these howdunits. (You see, the question isn't whodunit but how they did it.) There's also a good sense of humor throughout the first three seasons.

I do want to give you a word of warning, however. I'd only seen the first three seasons with Caroline Quentin. Quentin's star was on the ascendant, and she went on to other projects. "Jonathan Creek" went on for another couple of seasons with two different female leads. One lead was Julia Sawalha (of "Absolutely Fabulous" fame) and the other, Sarah Alexander. Although a good actress, the chemistry between Davies and Sawalha just didn't click. Sarah Alexander was a disaster in my opinion-- Jonathan's wife Polly, and a more mean-spirited person you'd never want to meet. Was having Jonathan saddled with such a creature supposed to be funny? If so, it certainly fell flat, and both actors seemed to be suffering mightily.

So watch the first three seasons, but beware the fourth and fifth!

I have other knitting projects done. I just need to rinse them out and block them. Sigh. (This blocking is the bit I wish would do itself!) If I can get myself in gear, you'll be seeing more episodes of While Miz Kittling Knits!



Friday, February 15, 2019

A Love Is in the Air Weekly Link Round-Up




One thing that I noticed when Denis and I went to the Water Ranch at the end of January is that love was in the air. Or sometimes on the rocks beneath our feet.

Some afternoon delight for two Variegated Meadowhawk dragonflies.

Amidst all the dozing mallards, fishing egrets, paddling pelicans, and swooping ospreys, there were dragonflies darting everywhere. Usually in pairs. Like the two in the photo above who enjoyed quite a bit of afternoon delight regardless of how many were around to watch. I know. Shame on Denis and me for photographing them. Let's give them some privacy. I'll head out to the link corral and leave them alone.  Shhhh...

Head 'em up! Mooooooooooove 'em out!



►Books & Other Interesting Tidbits◄

►Channeling My Inner Indiana Jones◄
  • One of Oxford's greatest treasures likely belonged to the legendary King Alfred the Great
  • Canadian archives have acquired the book that would have guided the North American Holocaust.
  • Road workers in Florida sent out to repair a sinkhole got a surprise when they discovered it was caused by a tunnel leading to a nearby bank.
  • Fragments of an early Arthurian legend have been found in a 16th-century book. 
  • Egypt has unveiled an ancient burial site at Tuna el-Gebel that's home to fifty mummies.

►Channeling My Inner Elly Mae Clampett◄
  • A new study showcases the three-toed sloth's unsung adaptability.
  • Nearly 35,000 sandhill cranes migrate to the Sulphur Springs Valley each winter.
  • A gemologist has found an insect entombed in opal instead of amber.
  • The newly discovered leaf-tailed gecko from Madagascar is already threatened by the pet trade.
  • Joshua Tree National Park may feel the effects of the government shutdown for up to 300 years. (Why was this behavior necessary?)
  • The CDC cautions against kissing pet hedgehogs.
  • Chickens might lay your future prescriptions.
  • These are the best practices for underwater photographers hoping to protect marine life.

►The Happy Wanderer◄

►Fascinating Folk◄


►I ♥ Lists & Quizzes◄



That's all for this week! Don't forget to stop by next Friday when I'll be sharing a freshly selected batch of links for your surfing pleasure.

Have a great weekend, and read something fabulous!



Thursday, February 14, 2019

The Paragon Hotel by Lyndsay Faye


First Line: You're supposing that you hold in your hands a manuscript.

Suffering from an untended gunshot wound, former New York City resident Alice "Nobody" James is taken to Portland, Oregon's Paradise Hotel by Max, one of the black Pullman porters.

Her sanctuary turns out to be the only all-black hotel in the city, and its lodgers are none too happy about having a white woman on the premises. As she recuperates, she becomes acquainted with the residents and begins to understand why they dread her presence. The Ku Klux Klan has arrived in great numbers-- burning crosses, inciting violence, and brutalizing blacks. It's their presence that makes searching for a missing black child extremely difficult, but Alice insists on helping to find the boy.

The longer she stays, the more Alice learns. The Paragon Hotel is chockful of secrets, and nightclub singer Blossom Fontaine seems to be at the center of all of them.

In my travels east of the Mississippi, I'd often wondered at the proliferation of places called "Dew Drop Inn" or "Step Right Inn," mostly because there wasn't a thing about them that looked like an inn, hotel, motel, or bed-and-breakfast. All these places looked like bars or saloons to me. Well, thanks to Lyndsay Faye's The Paragon Hotel, I now know about the Raines law of 1896 and why so many bars and saloons changed their names. Other than this (and learning about Bayer's heroin tablets-- oh my), I found the book to be a mixed bag of blessings.

With sentences like "Losing a safe space...carves a canyon through a person," or "Watching like a sea captain's wife searching the shores after a storm," it's obvious that Faye certainly knows how to turn a memorable phrase. She also knows how to do her research on Harlem in New York City or the slang used in 1921 or Oregon's long association with racism. Memorable characters are also a forte. You've seldom met anyone like Alice James, who prefers to be called "Nobody," and the residents of the Paragon Hotel are fascinating, especially since they've all had to learn how to live a secretive life in a city (and state) where it is illegal for blacks to reside. You'd think that, with all those people in the hotel, you'd be constantly confused, but Faye effortlessly keeps them all straight in our minds.

The way the story is told is what tripped me up. This double-pronged tale is like two cats fighting in a bag. We have to be told Alice's backstory growing up poor in Harlem, and we have to be told the present-day story in Portland. It's too much. I could've done without all the backstory and having the sole focus be on the hotel and its residents. And the 1921 slang dialogue used throughout? While it's nice to know how many people spoke then, it was too much of a good thing even though I found none of it unintelligible. Like Alice's backstory, the slang served mainly to keep me from being drawn into the story-- and I really didn't want to be an outsider. Not at the Paragon Hotel.

There's an awful lot of good to be found in the pages of this book. If only I hadn't been put off by how the tale was put together. I seem to be in the minority with my opinion, so keep in mind that your mileage may definitely vary.


The Paragon Hotel by Lyndsay Faye
ISBN: 9780735210752
G.P. Putnam's Sons © 2019
Hardcover, 432 pages

Historical Thriller, Standalone
Rating: C+
Source: Purchased from The Poisoned Pen.


 

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

To Sir, With Love by E.R. Braithwaite


First Line: The crowded red double-decker bus inched its way through the snarl of traffic in Aldgate.

Rick Braithwaite, World War II Royal Air Force pilot and Cambridge-educated engineer, finds himself accepting a teaching position in London's East End. His pupils are angry, unmotivated, bigoted white teenagers who've been mostly abandoned by the system. When his efforts to teach them are met with derision and suspicion, he takes a whole new approach that will lead to one very remarkable school year for teacher and pupils alike.

I must be on a sentimental journey involving some of my favorite films and the books they were based on. First, it was The Shrinking Man, and now it's To Sir, With Love

This time, the book compares very favorably to the movie. In the book, we see everything through the eyes of "Sir" instead of being an outsider-looking-in as we are in the movie. There are several things that were either glossed over or not even brought up in the movie-- in many cases I think the filmmakers wanted the audience to use common sense to realize, for instance, that the reason why Braithwaite could not get an engineering position was due to racism, not the fact that there were no jobs available. In fact, almost everything relating to racism was left out of the movie, no doubt in an effort to make it palatable to the greatest number of moviegoers.

My final verdict? I still love the movie starring Sidney Poitier; I always will. But I am very glad that I read E.R. Braithwaite's autobiography. In reading the book I feel as though I've gotten much closer to learning the entire story while the movie gives me the Reader's Digest condensed version.


To Sir, With Love by E.R. Braithwaite
eISBN: 9781480457492
Open Road Integrated Media © 2014
Originally published in 1959.
eBook, 185 pages

Autobiography
Rating: A
Source: Purchased from Amazon.


 

Reading Art Buffer







My reading has had to take a backseat to a few other things, so now that life has calmed down once more I find myself trying to catch up on advance reading copies. (I know. Tough job, ain't it?) Instead of the post I'd originally planned, I need a little art buffer, and here it is.

Not only does Thomas Hart Benton's painting put me in mind of the reading I want to do, but it's also of a famous person. Who is the man who's reading so intently while wrapping a protective arm around that stack of books? And why do I get the impression that hand would smack anyone who reached for one of those books?

Inquiring minds want to know!


Tuesday, February 12, 2019

The Victory Garden by Rhys Bowen


First Line: To Miss Clarissa Hamilton, Field Hospital 17, British Forces, France.

Smothered by her overbearing parents, 21-year-old Emily Bryce has to fight for her independence in the summer of 1918. Falling in love with a completely unsuitable Australian flyer, Emily leaves home, joins the Women's Land Army, and finds herself working with a group of young women on farms in Devon, England.

When her Australian flyer dies a hero, leaving her pregnant and alone, Emily masquerades as a war widow and returns to a large Devonshire estate she'd worked on previously. She finds the journals of a woman who devoted her life to the herb gardens around the cottage in which Emily lives, and those long-forgotten words inspire Emily to learn about the healing properties of the plants. There may indeed be healing in those plants, but there is also danger-- danger that could bring disaster to Emily and her unborn child.

Rhys Bowen has written a lovely standalone piece of historical fiction set during the last months of World War I. I spent a wonderful afternoon immersed in her story and living with her characters. My favorite wasn't Emily, as might be expected, but the octogenarian Lady Charlton, who is a mass of contradictions and more than capable of surprising all those around her. However, there are enough characters in the book for readers to each have their favorite.

Over many years of reading, I have found that I don't care much for static characters and complete predictability in my series fiction, but I don't mind it at all when I read a standalone novel. There's really nothing new under the sun in The Victory Garden. I knew what was going to happen before it did, and there was only one bit of shocking news. But I didn't care. It is very enjoyable to read a story in which good things eventually happen to good people who have faced great adversity. Sometimes your heart needs to be fed more than your mind, and The Victory Garden is a satisfying main course.


The Victory Garden by Rhys Bowen
ASIN: B07FDDPFPN
Lake Union Publishing © 2019
eBook, 347 pages

Historical Fiction, Standalone
Rating: A
Source: NetGalley


 

Sunday, February 10, 2019

On My Radar: Wendall Thomas' Drowned Under




Wendall Thomas's Lost Luggage was one of my Best Reads of 2018. I absolutely love her sense of humor. So it's no surprise that I'm really looking forward to the next book in her Cyd Redondo series, Drowned Under. Let's take a look to see what Cyd will be up to in this second book.


Available March 19, 2019!
Synopsis: "Eggnog notwithstanding, travel agent Cyd Redondo is not looking forward to the holidays. The borough of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn―along with most of her family―holds her responsible for landing her Uncle Ray in a minimum security prison.

So, when Cyd's ex-husband, Barry Manzoni, announces his parents have disappeared from an Australian cruise, she rushes Down Under to enlist the help of travel liaison and friend Harriet Archer, who offers a free cabin on the Tasmanian Dream and insider assistance with the search.

Cyd's flights are delayed, so she hitches a helicopter ride to the ship―which lacks a helipad. She and her Balenciaga bag barely survive the harrowing drop, landing on a gorgeous man in a Speedo. When she finally makes it to her cabin, she finds Harriet dead, lying in a pool of blood.

The ship's doctor/coroner―now wearing a tux instead of his Speedo―declares the death an accident. While Darling Cruises hurries to cover up the "unfortunate event" and sanitize the crime scene, Cyd scrambles to preserve evidence, terrified the murder is connected to the Manzonis' disappearance, and to prevent the heist of the world's last Tasmanian tiger."


Not only is Cyd a marvelous character and the humor laugh-out-loud funny, but there is also a wildlife conservation theme that runs through the series. Being able to laugh and learn about critters? Sounds like heaven to me. Drowned Under will be released on March 19, 2019!



Friday, February 08, 2019

A Thinking About Holes Weekly Link Round-Up




I caught myself thinking about holes today. It wasn't planned; it just happened. I think it was because I was looking through my photos to see what I could include in this post.

Yes, I look at holes when I'm out and about. Especially holes in a saguaro cactus, like you see here, because they're usually nesting places for all sorts of critters. You never know what could be peeking out at you when you zoom in the camera lens. But sometimes those holes can spark the imagination. Am I the only one, or can you see the two small eyes staring up at the heavens and its huge mouth gaping open in horror? Is an alien spaceship landing?

I remember taking a city-girl friend out for a bit of a hike in the McDowell Mountain Preserve, a beautiful desert landscape. She stopped at each hole she saw, swearing up and down there was a snake in each one. I began to think we weren't going to get more than 100 feet from the parking lot. We did manage to get out quite a distance, and then she swore up and down that we were lost and would never make it back to the parking lot. Tip: Never bet against me when I say something like, "I'll bet you five dollars I can take you right back to the car." My ancestors didn't follow Dan'l Boone around for nothin'.

And then there's someone like Mary Kingsley, the intrepid Victorian explorer who traveled to West Africa a few times in the 1890s and got into trouble for telling Christian missionaries to leave the natives and their religion and customs alone. In her memoirs, she mentions falling into more than one hole on her explorations, and she did it with such a sense of humor that just the memory of reading her words makes me laugh to this day.

Yep, there's a lot to be said for holes... and I still wish you could have a sackful of holes like they did in the cartoons of my childhood so you could pull one out, slap it on a wall, and make a quick getaway. Speaking of cartoon holes, I hope those links out in the corral never get their hooves on any-- putting these posts together would be much more problematic!

Head 'em up! Mooooooove 'em out!



►Books & Other Interesting Tidbits◄


►Channeling My Inner Indiana Jones◄


►Channeling My Inner Elly Mae Clampett◄
  • Grudge-holding crows pass on their anger to family and friends.
  • You can visit this Australian island, but only if you pledge to skip the wombat selfie.
  • Humans and dogs may have hunted together in prehistoric Jordan.
  • "Deep Blue," thought to be the world's biggest great white shark, has been seen off the coast of Hawaii.
  • How do you save an endangered species in a war zone?
  • Flowers sweeten up when they sense bees buzzing.
  • Do animals hate the bitter cold of winter?
  • The last wild caribou of the Lower 48 has been placed in captivity.


►The Happy Wanderer◄
  • The crime fiction of New Orleans.
  • A sweet-toothed bear searching for snacks has been a symbol of Madrid for centuries.
  • You'll fall in love with this quiet Arizona town that has more books than people.
  • Six centuries later and still ticking in Prague: the world's oldest astronomical clock in use.


►Fascinating Folk◄


►I ♥ Lists & Quizzes◄



That's all for this week! Don't forget to stop by next Friday when I'll be sharing a freshly selected batch of links for your surfing pleasure.

Have a great weekend, and read something fabulous!