Scrimshaws and Pirates and Books, Oh My

My recent trip gave me a chance to see some actual scrimshaw up close and personal, rather than the sort often seen at Gus’s or Nelson’s blogs.

Hey! I’m about to get my copy of that book wot Gus wrote (with the kind assistance of some ghostwriter guy since Gus is a wanted man in Venezuela and several small, independently fiesty Caribbean island nations).

Gus thinks they moved up the publication date. Smart of them, since the book has been selling fairly briskly in pre-sales.

Pirates of Pensacolaby Keith Thomson
Thomas Dunne Books
Sales Rank: 30211
Pub Date: 01 April, 2005

Rambling Rambling Rambling

This post is going to be a little like a Steve Martin monologue from the 70’s – a lot of pickin, grinning, and ra-a-a-a-a-m…blinnnn. And bad fashion. Just so you know.

I haven’t been terribly productive around the house for, oh, a little over a year now. Which is just about exactly when I started the blog, coincidentally, but never mind about that now. Really, it started before that. No, wait, I’ve never been terribly productive around the house. I was more productive when Stuey (who now inhabits the Memorial Tea Caddy on the mantelpiece) was around, because I kind of had to be – you can’t let things slip too much when you’ve got a diabetic cat to look after. Also, we did a lot more projects around the house last year and the year before – after pulling off a successful party last spring about this time, we’ve kind of rested on our laurels as far as redecorating, buying furniture, and projects go (I still have to figure out how to finish up the one floor project, which is down to door jamb, trim, and some niggling bits where I may have to piece it together like a wooden quilt, especially in the closet).

So I’ve mostly concerned myself, since then, with screwing around with the blog(s), fooling around with photos and the new digital camera, and watching my favorite TV shows. Oh, and work. But that’s a necessary evil. And church, but that’s a necessary good. And travel, but that’s necessary for my own sanity.
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Up The Walls Of The World

James Tiptree Jr. Award Winners: Joe Haldeman and Johanna Sinisalo

The award is “presented annually to a work that explores and expands gender roles in science fiction and fantasy…”

James Tiptree, Jr was actually Alice Sheldon. She wrote a memorable book that featured not only gender-role swapping, but complete body and consciousness and species swapping called Up The Walls Of The World. It’s at least 15 years since I read it, and I still remember the intriguing, liberating, and disturbing issues she raised and the characters that played the story out. Tiptree/Sheldon was an amazing writer, and she led an amazing life.

Ooh – the winners of the award get $1000, some original art, and… chocolate. Now that’s what I call a prize…

Island Reads

I’m going to do a little hacking around with the “books” portion of the left column. I’ve grown tired of seeing the “Unreadable Culls” titles and will repurpose the category to “Soon To Be Read.” As you might guess, I picked up a few books on the trip, which will eventually released via Bookcrossing

I got a “buy 2/get 3” deal at the Maui Borders, plus I got another book at the Borders Express next to the Kihei Safeway.

Read

Be Cool, by Elmore Leonard
A fast, fun read. Not as original as “Get Shorty”, of course but still breezy and light, with dialogue as bright and sharp as a razor’s edge. I wasn’t so interested in how the wimmin still wanted to be with Chil, but at least his new love interest sounded interesting (though for the movie they’ll probably make it Uma Thurman’s character and not whoever plays the mature female movie executive, Elaine).

This time, Chili Palmer takes on the music establishment while living out the plot of his next movie. And it had better be a hit, because the sequel to his first movie tanked because he let the studio talk him into letting someone plot it. It also probably tanked because nobody got taken out while taking a meeting with him.

Flyboys: A True Story of Courage, by James Bradley

Absorbing, fascinating, and quite shocking; I’d read bits and pieces about the kind of atrocities committed on prisoners by the Japanese during WWII and had dismissed them as holdovers of wartime jingoism. Well, not so much now. Guess what happens when you instill your young people with fanatical devotion to an authority figure and discourage independent thinking? Bad, very bad, very evil things.

On The Bookshelf

Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, by Gregory Maguire

I started reading this to give myself a break from the horrors of the “Flyboys” atrocities. It’s fascinating as fiction and also as social commentary: a very strange looking, prickly and unconventional girl isn’t inherently evil or wicked, but she’s certainly going to become just that.

And all because she has green skin and a beaky hooked nose, they make her out to be a witch or something. It’s exploring something that I’ve long wondered about – the tyranny of beauty in society, where the accident of one’s facial structure, skin, hair, and body type determine almost everything important in their lives.

Pretty? Good, nice, popular, successful, sympathetic, loveable, attractive.
Ugly? Bad, nasty, unpopular, unsuccessful, unsympathetic, unloveable, unattractive.

See that? The ugly often gets defined as what it’s not, rather than what it is. Why? Maybe because an alternative word that avoids the negative construction is just too.. negative itself for people to want to use it.

Anyway, “Wicked” is beautifully written. Elphaba, the girl who would be Queen (of those evil scary flying monkeys and the “oo-wee-oh” guys) is not yet evil herself. In fact, she’s likeable in spite of her best efforts to put people off – she has a sarcastic wit and a certain elegance of form that contrasts with her, er, less attractive facial features and startling complexion.

But even as a baby she was instinctively and dreadfully afraid of the water.

Soon To Be Read

The Good Wife Strikes Back, by Elizabeth Buchan
Haven’t read this one yet, it’s up next after I knock off the two big ones I’m still reading. I’m slowly making my way through Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, which is a rich, satisfying, but challenging read. I haven’t read any of these kind of books that have the cute covers and tell of how someone ran off somewhere picturesque (Tuscany, Provence, what have you) and learned to live like a local and grow their own olives or grapes or whatever.

It sounds like a nice escape for my next book.

UPDATE

: “Revenge of the Middle Aged Lady” was the wrong title. It’s really “The Good Wife Strikes Back.” I get the feeling that the next books in the series will be “The Phantom Merry Widow,” “The Attack of the Crones,” and “Return of the Ladi.”

Music and Whatnot

Oh, this is weird. I’m sitting here listening to the Radio@AOL Hawaiian channel (a similar thing is found on Radio@Netscape, pretty much), and I’ve heard 2 performers and 2 songs so far whose concert we attended on Maui – Dennis Kamakahi (as a member of the group Hui Aloha) singing “Steal Away,” and George Kahumoku, Jr singing “Laupahoehoe Hula.” I think the latter was the one that George’s nephew did a fun young man’s hula about fishing, surfing, eating, and hanging out. Both within the last 10 minutes.

And as it’s late, I’m going to bed at last. Dammit, it’s a little too late to read before turning the lights out.

They seem to have a lock on this channel, too. The next track shows a “Kahumoku Brothers” song, and then there’s another Dennis Kamakahi song after Keola Beamer.

In Other Words

It’s an extremely cool little book: In Other Words, by Christopher J. Moore.

David bought it for me because he thought I would like it, being addicted to words and also to nicely bound books like this one.

It’s a book of nearly-untranslatable but wonderful worlds from languages all over the world, and one of my very favorites is on the front cover:

duende [dwen-day][adjective]
This wonderful word captures an entire world of passino, energy, and artistic excellence and describes a climactic show of spirit in a performance or work of art. Duende originally meant “imp” or “goblin” and came to mean anything magical. It now has a depth of complexity and meaning that crosses artistic borders, from flamenco dancing to bullfighting. The Spanish poet Garcia Lorca wrote an eloquent essay on duende that explores the complex and inspirational flavor of its sense, and I know no better introduction.

Pirates of Pensacola

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Pirates of PensacolaThe first modern, major, general pirate book in a long time comes out April Fool’s Day. I have to get this pre-ordered later – we’re on our way out now. Pirates of Pensacola is also available to pre-order on Amazon. Anyone who’s anyone knows that it was actually written by Gus Openshaw, ex-revenge seeking former whale-killer journaler.

Currently, Gus is caught up in an entirely land-locked adventure, trying to get his writing stooge, Keith, rescued from some bad guys who kidnapped him, and also the only disk that contains Gus’ completed book. He kind of needs it back for the book thing to be a success.

Does that make sense? Of course not. Go back and read Gus’ blog from the beginning, and all the comments, and all the stuff at Gus’ alternate blog on Mindsay, and all the other peoples’ blogs at Mindsay, and all the other blogs that are somehow linked to Gus’s original and alternate blogs…

You’re right, it’s complicated. At least read Gus’ blog from the beginning.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

This book is getting all kinds of attention. I’ve just started it – I think I’m on about the second chapter. So far it reads like an agreeable, drily humorous novel by Jonathan Swift or Lawrence Sterne (it’s a lot like Tristram Shandy in tone and era, except with wizards). Nobody corresponding to “My Uncle Toby” yet, though.

The Lost Continent

I’ve been chuckling evilly while reading this book; Bill Bryson looks very cuddly and teddy-bear-ish, but writes like a born-again curmudgeon. He’s just about to start the West portion of his self-drive nostalgia trip, headed toward Colorado. Which is pretty much how we started our epic road trip last May, so I’m looking forward to going along for the ride.

Also in “Books” news, I’ve added links to my All Consuming Favorite Books and Currently Reading pages. Apparently both pages have newsfeeds, so I may add links for those later. For now I’ll continue using BookQueue in conjunction with All Consuming

BookQueueToo

Currently struggling to get BookQueueToo implemented. It doesn’t seem to want to work with MT2.661, but works well with MT3.x etc.

Other places to check:

MT Plugins
Amazon Web Services Blog
WYSIWYG, with a helpful hint about which folder/directory it should be in.

I ended up uninstalling BookQueue, BookQueueToo, RE-installing BQ2, and then uninstalling it and trying to reinstall the original BQ. With me so far? The books are still showing up on the blog, but now I can’t access the old interface, probably because David needs to re-set the permissions on the original version.

Fooey, I don’t want to upgrade to MT3.X just to get this one thing working, and I don’t see the need just yet to upgrade for all the other benefits.

Guess I’ll just mope then. Mope, mope, mope. As it’s late, we’ll screw around with this after dinner tomorrow.

ETA: Thanks to my husband David, the original BookQueue is working again.

I Tried, I Really Tried

… to read this book. It’s true crime, a genre I normally like a lot if well written. But it’s all mixed up with the author’s outlook, personal problems, and some rather shameless self-justifying prose defending his reasons for wanting to gamble, frequent strip joints, and buy glitzy jewelry in the interests of “color” or “background” or “research.” It’s called Positively Fifth Street and I was positively certain I’d never manage to finish it if I read the author’s “background” stories about playing poker in Vegas, so I stuck to the courtroom drama and dramatized reconstructions of a famous Sin City murder and mostly got to the end.

I suppose if I played poker, or watched one of the many sleb poker tournaments on cable I might have found it more engaging.

But, not. So into a new category it goes: “Unreadable Culls.”

I recently bought a couple of new books and started to revive my All Consuming/MT BookQueue sidebar listings just for grins, so more new book content will show up eventually.