Today’s Crossword

They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen.”—Tori Amos

It took me 30 minutes to finish the crossword in The New York Times today. The level was much easier than yesterday’s, but the size was bigger (21x today vs. 15x yesterday). And I did the puzzle in pen. Doesn’t that sound delightfully brazen? In truth, the Sunday puzzle is printed on a slightly slick paper that practically demands pen, so I took my chances. But when I reach the point at which I can do the Saturday puzzle in pen, then there will be big-time gloating!

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Avoiding Derailments

Last night I needed some cheering, so I watched a silly ’80s movie. It was starting to cheer me up, too. There was a cat in one scene, and I thought, “Aw, cute cat!” Then it occurred to me that the cat is dead (unless miraculously long-lived). That pretty much put the kibosh on the cheering.

It’s amazing how easily one’s happy train of thought gets derailed at this time of year. I know other people are able to survive the season by focusing on the things that make them happiest, particularly the things that they love most about Christmas. I’m just not sure what the happiest thing is for me right now.

I had thought a Christmas book would help, so I picked up a Christmas-themed mystery. Alas, I can’t get into the story, so no help there. Old movies are out (obviously), but I still have some faith that certain types of Christmas movie could cheer me up. I ordered a slew of them from the library this week. They’re mostly new or newish, and therefore unlikely to star people or cats who have since passed away. Some are comedies, some are romances, and some are both—exactly (I hope) the right kind of happy, sappy fluff to keep my brain on a positive track.

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Revisiting Dune

I finished Howard’s End Is on the Landing and now I’m working on Frank Herbert’s Dune.

I read Dune once before, back when I lived in Connecticut. Though it was a long time ago, it was not before having seen the David Lynch film version. So my reading experiences for this book have always been colored by the film. Dr. Yueh is Dean Stockwell. Dr. Kynes is Max von Sydow. And of course, Paul Atreides is a twentyish Kyle MacLachlan (which is confusing at times, since the character is supposed to be just 15 years old).

But I’m actually glad to have seen the film first. It’s not a great standalone movie or even necessarily a good interpretation of the book, but it’s interesting. It made me want to read the book.

It has also helped me to understand the book better and to plow through the difficult parts. Herbert’s writing is inconsistent. The first chapter is brilliant, but then the next is bloated with exposition. It goes back and forth like that—sometimes good, sometimes not—but always the thread of the movie keeps me tethered to the story.

I’m enjoying this reread so much that I’ve decided to watch the film again. I also want to see the two TV miniseries. I requested all three from the library today. My goal is to finish the book by the time they arrive.

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Gonna Beat 2015

By finishing The Man Who Rained by Ali Shaw, I have brought my reading total for 2016 up to 32. I need read only one more book to beat last year’s total. That book will most likely be Howards End on the Landing by Susan Hill, because I started reading it today, and so far it’s an A+.

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Recent

Recent reading: The Man Who Rained by Ali Shaw

Recent listening: I have discs by Beck, Radiohead, The Moody Blues, Josh Ritter, and Robert Plant in my CD player.

Recent watching rewatching: Joss Whedon’s Firefly. I am once again blown away by how whole the Firefly universe sprang from Josh Whedon’s mind and what an gorram shame it still is (and will always be) that there’s only one season of it.

Recent thoughts: Uh-oh! Tomorrow is Halloween. I gotta get ready!

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Southern Charmer

Saving CeeCee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman, B+

Saving CeeCee Honeycutt is a slightly unusual reading choice for me. It is a best-selling book that does not fall into the genres of sci-fi, fantasy, or mystery, and it is set in the American South. I don’t remember exactly why I picked it up at the used-book sale. The blurb on the back of the book mentions “Southern eccentricity” and “strong, wacky women,” and that’s probably what did it. I like eccentricity and wackiness.

Here’s what happens in the story: it is the 1960s and 12-year-old CeeCee Honeycutt lives in Ohio with her mother. Her mother is mentally ill and terribly unfit as a parent. CeeCee suffers a lot of neglect and embarrassment. When her mother dies in a tragic accident, CeeCee is invited to live in Savannah with her great-aunt Tootie. CeeCee’s father, who has been largely absent from her life, lets her go. In Georgia CeeCee learns what it is like to be part of a loving family. This family is composed of Aunt Tootie, Tootie’s kind and wise African American cook, an eccentric next-door neighbor, and various other acquaintances, some black, some white, but all women. Though the occasional unpleasantness rears its ugly head, it doesn’t last long, and life is finally good for CeeCee. The end.

While this novel touches on some serious topics, including a possibly heritable form of insanity, it deals with and dismisses them as quickly and painlessly as possible. The author “saves” CeeCee by giving her the best possible life. It is consequently a happy read, but not a realistic one.

Sometimes I don’t want realism, though, and I enjoyed it in spite of its flaws. I recommend Saving CeeCee Honeycutt if you’re in the mood for some Southern-themed, female-centric, feel-good fluff.

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At Least You Asked

Dear Children,

Sometimes you can be very acquisitive children. Livia, for example, has asked me a couple of times if she can have the house when I die. Over my dead body! Ha-ha.

But seriously, you want a lot of my stuff. I often give you what you ask for, too, because life is easier that way. You’ve taken my stuffed animals (Liony, Crocky, Ellie, Booby Bird, Mama Swoop, Baby Swoop, and Do-Re-Mi) on a semi-permanent basis. You’ve taken most of my notebooks, sticky notes, and graph paper, too.

Like little hoarders-in-training (or maybe cats?), you also want to keep and play with things that ought to go into the recycling, such as cardboard and wrapping paper scraps. Hardly a day seems to go by without one of you asking, “Can I have this box?” You also like disposable plastic cups. You even talked me into buying a package of them just for you. You build pyramids with them.

One of the things you do with the paper you acquire is to write notes. Marshall particularly likes to do this. He leaves sticky-note messages on the wall, such as “This morning Livia was meen 4/2/16.” I gave a binder of loose-leaf paper to him, and the first thing he did was take out a page and write a note to Livia. The note said, “I have a bineder now.” You also make signs saying what we can and can’t do around the house. For a while Daddy was banned from doing almost everything. There’s still a sign on our upstairs bathroom that says, “Daddy can’t yoos baffroom!!!!!” Poor Daddy.

I don’t want to make it sound like you’re selfish and greedy, because you’re not (at least not unusually so). I occasionally have to lecture you about sharing and thankfulness. But you both have the spirit of kindness and generosity in you. Sure, you take my animals, but then you bring some back or give me some of yours, because you don’t want me to be sad. You offer to help me around the house by washing the counters and putting away your laundry, often without my even having to ask. Marshall shares his candy with me. Livia shares her art supplies when we color together, and she teaches me how to play games on her tablet.

You even asked what you could do to make my birthday special. How sweet! I said that I wanted you to be extra nice and quiet. Livia immediately started listing the many other ways in which she could behave. Then I added, “And you have to be nice to each other.” She replied, “Um, that could be difficult.”

Well, at least you asked.

Love,

Mom

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SITY: Bumblebees

Speaking of pollinators, let us not forget the bumblebees. In order to get close enough to take pictures of the tiny green bee the other day, I was forced to put my arm among the stems of a plant. There was a bumblebee on the same plant, and I was worried that he might attack, but he paid me no mind. He just buzzed so close to my arm that I felt the air move against my skin.

I enjoy watching the bumblebees. I admire their industry. I am amazed by their single-mindedness. I think they’re awfully cute (and, as I’ve mentioned before, they remind me of my cat, Mojo).

Here are my two favorite bumblebee pictures from late summer/early fall 2016.

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SITY: Pollinators

One of my favorite things to do at this time of year is watch the pollinators that visit the asters, goldenrod, and silver-rod in my yard. They’re amazing, every one of them.

Taking pictures of them is difficult, though. Some of them have stingers, which makes them dangerous. Dangerous or not, they are all small, and they move fast. They often zip away before I can get the camera to focus on them. Still, every once in a while I get lucky and a picture comes out. Here are the best pictures I’ve taken of the tiniest pollinators, along with my best guesses as to their identities.

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Tiny Beauty (Toxomerus Hover Fly?)

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Little Greenie (Augochlora Green Metallic Bee?)

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This small guy (or perhaps gal) has a big pollen basket. Mining bee?

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It Only Took a Decade or So

So You Want to Be a Wizard by Diane Duane, B+

I’ve owned this book for many years, at least a decade. I tried to read it shortly after acquiring it, but I got bogged down at a turning point in the story and never got back to it. It’s been gathering dust since. I’ve recently been trying to clear some space on my shelves, so the time seemed ripe to revisit the book and decide if it’s worth keeping for another ten years.

So You Want to Be a Wizard is the story of Nita (short for Juanita), who is bullied by some of her schoolmates, one of whom goes so far as to steal Nita’s favorite pen. While hiding from the bullies in the library, Nita discovers a special book called So You Want to be a Wizard. She doesn’t take it seriously at first (who would?), but then she gives it a try, and whoa! It works! Not only can she perform the spells in her book, but she also has the power to hear the speech of all living things. As she’s out and about practicing her new skills, she meets Kit (short for Christopher), another wizard-in-training. Kit has the power to hear the speech of inanimate objects. He also gets teased a lot at school, so he’s sympathetic to her plight. Together they come up with a plan to get Nita’s pen back. Their attempt to recover the pen leads them to New York City, where they find magical trouble brewing.

The beginning part of the book really pulled me in. I sympathized with Nita. I understood and shared her love of reading. I was interested by what she read in her magical book.

Wizards love words. Most of them read a great deal, and indeed one strong sign of a potential wizard is the inability to get to sleep without reading something first. But their love for and fluency with words is what makes wizards a force to be reckoned with. Their ability to convince a piece of the world–a tree, say, or a stone–that its not what it thinks it is, that it’s something else, is the very heart of wizardry. Words skillfully used, the persuasive voice, the persuading mind, are the wizard’s most basic tools. With them a wizard can stop a tidal wave, talk a tree out of growing, or into it–freeze fire, burn rain–even slow down the death of the Universe.

If that paragraph doesn’t make avid readers want to read this story right now (and become wizards themselves), I don’t know what will!

But, as a whole, the story just didn’t work for me. Some of the characters, events, and certain elements of the magical world (such as the language of wizardry) deserved a little more ink. Oh, I know not everyone can be J.R.R. Tolkien and get away with it. Developing the fictional world and characters more would have added pages, and maybe the extra length would have lost the book some readers. Would it have been worth it, though? Probably.

What bothered me most, though, was an alternate reality in which inanimate objects were alive and behaved like animals. I couldn’t quite believe in it. Toward the end of the book, as the magnitude of the problems facing Nita and Kit became apparent, the story got more interesting to me, but by then I just wanted to be done, so I rushed through it. The ending, which ought to have been moving, left me cold. This might have been my fault. Perhaps I didn’t try hard enough. Sometimes the reader fails the author, not vice versa.

Ultimately I decided to give the book a B+ grade. It wasn’t bad, and it had a lot of elements that I would typically love. It was first published in 1983 (yes, silly reviewers who compare Duane to Rowling, it well predates Harry Potter). It has either stayed in print all this time or come back into print repeatedly, and there are many sequels. This suggests that the series has a following. So, while it’s not for me, it could well be for you.

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