Showing posts with label classics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classics. Show all posts

Saturday, August 22, 2026

“A Man Lay Dead” — Another Golden Age Classic

Ngaio Marsh (1895-1982)
Ngaio Marsh is known, according to Wikipedia, "as one of the 'Queens of Crime,' along with Agatha Christie, Dorothy L. Sayers, and Margery Allingham." Her novel A Man Lay Dead (1934) remains an amusing detective story. Although I’ve read everything by Agatha Christie, and several by Dorothy Sayers, I’m new to the other two “queens.” I’m just starting to read the Marsh series of murder mysteries featuring her famous detective Chief Inspector Roderick Alleyn.

A Man Lay Dead — introducing Alleyn — fits one of the classic types of mystery: it takes place at a country house belonging to a rich host, who has invited several guests to stay for a weekend or perhaps longer. Each one has a beautiful room with a bathroom (or maybe a shared bath) and a variety of connecting doors so that once the inevitable murder takes place, there’s a need for a lot of checking to see where each person says they were, and whose stories are believable. 

Sorry to say, other than mentioning that breakfast, luncheon, or dinner was served, there’s not really any detail about the food, which also doesn’t much seem to matter to the guests who eat it. The nearest mention is “NOBODY GOT UP very early at Frantock on Sunday mornings. Nigel, wandering down to breakfast at half-past nine, found himself alone with the sausages. He had scarcely turned his attention to the Sunday Times when he was told that a long-distance call had come through for him from London.” (p. 21)


All in all, the focus of the book is always on the mysterious murder, with the country house and the inspector providing the structure. Here are two paragraphs illustrating how the author sets up the situation at the country house when the guests and hosts are about to play the murder game, secretly selecting a murderer and a victim who will be the object of the search by the others. It’s supposed to be pretend…

“Last night Vassily gave the scarlet plaque to whichever one of us he selected as murderer. I remind you that the ‘murderer’ is to turn out the lights and sound the gong, that you are not by word or look to suggest that you have been discarded or selected by Vassily as actor for the part of assassin. The ‘murderer’ has had a day in which to formulate his plans. There—that’s all.” (p. 24)

And then… 

“‘The victim’s name,’ began Doctor Young in a business-like voice, ‘was Rankin. He was one of a party of five guests spending the week-end with Sir Hubert Handesley and his niece. They had been playing one of these new-fangled games, one called’—he paused for a second—‘called ‘Murders.’ You may have heard of it.’” (p. 34)

OOPS… it’s not all pretend. One of the players is found actually dead, and clearly, one of the others is actually a murderer. Obviously, they call the police. The carefully crafted search by Inspector Alleyn examines the Big Three: method, motive, and opportunity, as he questions both the guests and the servants to establish how the victim was stabbed, who would profit from his death, and how they might have managed to kill him. And at the end: the classic reveal —

"THE HOUSE-PARTY was assembled for the last time in the hall at Frantock." (p. 165)

Marsh condensed a lot of personalities, class-consciousness, conniving, and detecting into a rather short book!

Review © 2026 mae sander 

Monday, August 17, 2026

The Odyssey: Latest Version

 

We went to the afternoon showing of this recently released movie. It was just ok, IMHO.
Lots of battle scenes. Molly Ivins might have said “buckets of blood” — though usually she sad it about politics.


Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Academy Award winner Lupita Nyong'o plays the dual roles of Helen of Troy and her sister Clytemnestra.  Her acting was definitely up to the part as written in the script. Though the dialog was not very poetic. It doesn’t compare to the famous poetry about the most beautiful woman in the world! 

Helen, thy beauty is to me 
Like those Nicéan barks of yore, 
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, 
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore 
To his own native shore.



Saturday, August 15, 2026

Golden Age Classic Detective Novel

 


A classic mystery from 1929: The Duke of York’s Steps by author Henry Wade, real name: Sir Henry Aubrey-Fletcher, 6th Baronet,(1887–1969). 


A bit of the plot: A gentleman walking in London falls down a steep stone staircase. His legacy, as distributed by his will, narrowly rescues his step-son from financial ruin, as he bequeaths a large sum of money to the apparently desperate young man. However, something is suspicious: Inspector Poole, a young policeman investigates persistently until the truth comes out, which of course I won’t tell you.

The novel includes many characters of interest, including a Jewish banker — friend of the victim; his two step-children who will inherit his fortune, a sales woman in a perfume shop — a perfumed handkerchief is a big clue; and some interesting members of the police force. 

The plot is very involved, The details of the characters’ lives are very 1920s! A few satisfying quotes about what the upper classes drank:

“‘My dear fellow, I’m so sorry—inexcusable of me! Have a glass of port …—no?—a cigar, anyhow—Corona Corona, handpicked by myself, every one of ’em.’” (p. 30) 

“‘Take a chair, Inspector,’ said the lawyer, pointing to the least worn of the two. ‘You’ve come just in time for a glass of sherry.’ He opened an oak corner cupboard and brought out a cut-glass decanter, two tulip sherry-glasses, and a tin of biscuits. ‘Amontillado,’ he said. ‘Sound stuff. Not to be found everywhere in these days.’” (p.72)

The detective, whose food and drink are less upper-class, uses his mealtime for reviewing cases: 

“Without revealing his professional identity, he made a point of getting into conversation with the proprietors and waiters, and sometimes with the habitués of these places, with the result that he had picked up a good deal of valuable knowledge about London life, and had made a number of potentially useful friends. On this occasion, he made his way to the ‘Grand Couronne’ in Greek Street, Soho, and after ordering himself a special risotto and a large glass of Münchener—which had to be fetched from ‘over the way,’ the restaurant possessing no licence—set himself to review the progress he had made.” (p. 79)



 

Friday, February 06, 2026

Winter Quiet

 

Rereading an old bestseller — Foucault’s Pendulum.
Unberto Eco’s magnum opus is not as compelling now as it was when it was new. I may not finish it.

The first time that I read Foucault’s Pendulum, we were living in Paris, and we went with friends to the location where we could see the 1851 original. It hangs above the apse of the former church which is now the Musée des Arts et Métiers, located in the former priory of Saint-Martin-des-Champs. Of course this location is critical in both Eco’s book and the movie version of the book.

The pendulum swings…24 hours a day.
In the dome: a classic mural, shared with Sami’s Monday Murals.

What We Are Eating




Critters

Lobster Socks

Zebra Socks — shared with Eileen’s Critters.

Photos © 2026 mae sander

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Murderers, Poets and Barbecue

 

Creepy country house in 1925. Helena Bonham Carter. Agatha Christie. New Netflick…Just wow!

E.C.R. Lorac’s novel offers us another aristocratic family down on their luck,
living in the ruins of their family manor. Suspense! Murder! More Wow!

The Poet X — a poor high-school girl trying to become a poet.
Couldn’t be more different from stories of the English aristocracy!

Barbecue Take-Out for Dinner


Barbecue from Satchel’s: chicken, beef, coleslaw, salads, cornbread.

Blog post © 2026 mae sander

Sunday, October 26, 2025

Watching TV and One Boring Book

 Watching a lot of TV

The Great British Baking Show is winding down for the year. I like watching, but mostly
I’m not tempted by the pastries they bake. The meringues sounded pretty good, though. 
We have faithfully watched each week as it’s being released.

“Elsbeth” Season 3 is much more comical than the previous seasons — we watched one more this week.
The effective detective still wears unusual hats and carries 3 shopping bags. A very fun series!

Nero Wolfe and his trusty sidekick Archie now speak Italian (with subtitles).
It’s a little strange, but watchable. I’ve only seen one episode.

One Boring Book

The Hollow Man: by John Dixon Carr: A Classic.
Also a very boring book. I forced myself to at least scan to the end.

One Intriguing Short Story



Anticipating Halloween

Halloween signs from a web search — for Sami’s weekly murals.

From Andy Borowitz’s commentary.

… and more Halloween from another walk around the neighborhood.



Blog post © 2025 mae sander


Friday, October 17, 2025

Reading Fast and Slow

 

I read this book fast because I didn’t understand it.

The reputation of Thomas Pynchon is extremely good, and I’ve always meant to read a book by him. I chose The Crying of Lot 49 — originally published in 1966, so it’s a very long-held intention. Maybe the humor in the book didn’t hold up for the long term. I understood all (most of?) the puns and jokes in the names of the characters, and I get the humor but it doesn’t really appeal to me. Maybe it’s past its sell-by date. Mea Culpa.

I tried reading the New York Times review that was published in 1966 when the novel was new. It started with a list of authors that could be compared to the clearly eccentric Pynchon. The list includes Melville, Conrad, Joyce, Faulkner, Nathanael West, Nabokov, John Barth, and Joseph Heller. Whew! 

The review was incredibly long and self-absorbed, expressing more about its own author than about Pyncheon, so I didn’t finish reading it. I take this as a lesson in Pynchon’s essential weirdness. Wikipedia calls the book postmodernism. I don’t think I’ll read any more Pynchon.

A Serious Book

This is the second book by Ocean Vuong that I’ve read.
I’m partway through and will review it soon.
I reviewed the earlier one here.

A Lighter Book: A Mystery set in India

Harini Nagendra: A Nest of Vipers (published 2024)

The woman detective at the center of the books in this series is a very young wife in 1920s India, and the book is full of local color, including descriptions of the city, of the clothing that people of various socio-economic levels wear, and of the relationships of the local native Indian people with the occupying British people. The plot is somewhat over-complicated plot, and at times seems repetitive and too long. However, there’s lots of food:
 
“She prepared a simple lunch for herself – coconut rice with toasted sesame seeds and fried curry leaves, along with a simple red pumpkin raita” (p. 63)

“The unseasonal heat of the afternoon had receded, leaving them dehydrated and on edge. She added a pinch of black salt and a spoon of grated ginger to the jaggery water, garnishing their glasses with sprigs of mint. The drink gave them fresh energy, the sweetness easing the last remnants of Kaveri’s headache.” (p. 174)

The first book in the series: I reviewed it here.
I liked it better than A Nest of Vipers.

Connected: A New York Times Article about Saris

Constantly, the author describes the saris that the central character wears, including very elaborate and expensive ones that indicate her husband’s high status as an Indian doctor, and also sometimes very poor quality, worn-out saris that she borrows to hide her identity when detecting. A few days ago, in a New York Times article, I read;

“Not for nothing are so many English words connected with weaving — chintz, calico, shawl, pyjamas, khaki, dungarees, cummerbund, taffetas — of Indian origin.” (Source)

Reviews by mae sander © 2025. 
Shared with Deb at Readerbuzz .

Wednesday, June 26, 2024

Old Crime Novels

A Good One

Case in the Clinic by E.C.R. Lorac, first published in 1941.

Featuring Police Inspector Macdonald, this murder mystery has a good plot, well-done suspense, and mostly likable characters. The inspector is thorough and has a sense of fairness to the suspects, as well as being pretty clever. The author wrote other detective novels about this character, and I may eventually read them. Several are available in Kindle editions — at the moment the prices are low, too.

Always looking for interesting food descriptions, I was impressed here because the novel is so tightly plotted that mentions of food were usually part of a witness explaining things. For example, this description of the last meal before the death of one of the victims:

“‘Dyspeptic my eye!’ grunted Grendon. ‘Nothing dyspeptic about the padre. He enjoyed his food. Did me good to see him tucking in, and no nonsense about it. Lovely duck it was, too. Where’d I got to? I know. We were on the terrace, just had coffee. Good French coffee, a bit bitter, with that suggestion of something akin to garlic you always get in continental coffee, and Lee Gordon was chatting about his seedlings.’” (p. 8)

Or this elderly woman’s description of the routine at a boarding house where one victim lived:

“Our other residents, Miss Fellows, Miss Brace, Miss Dance, Mrs. Paine and Miss Deeley are all ‘working women,’ as they say nowadays. They return for luncheon at half-past one to two on Saturdays. It makes it very late for the midday meal, and I always fall back on a cup of Oxo and a biscuit at half-past twelve. Woolworth’s cheese biscuits. So savoury!” (p. 146)
 

A Not-So-Good One

The Incredible Crime by Lois Austen-Leigh, first published 1931
One of over 100 rediscovered mysteries in the British Library Crime Classics series.

Although the local color about Cambridge University and faculty politics in this novel are amusing, some of the author’s attitudes don’t jibe with modern sensitivities, making this not-so-pleasant to read. The mysterious part of the plot isn’t well handled — the author seems more interested in the 1930s version of romance than in creating a good mystery and revealing the solution in a satisfactory way, I would say. Above all, the detailed scenes of fox hunting are a bit much — let’s just say they are out-of-date.

I did like an early scene where Prudence Pinsent, the main character, eats a meal in a countryside hotel dining room:

“Miss Pinsent, well accustomed to the ways of the place, drove into the garage at the back, and finding her way into the hotel she proceeded to the grill-room. Here was a white-capped cook, standing in front of his grill, awaiting orders. Prudence chose a careful meal, and then while it was grilling, went upstairs to get a wash. … How delightful the prospect of everything was, she thought; the holiday feeling about it all; the hunting she was going to have soon, the good hot meal, after a cold drive, that she was going to have at once, and always the same sort of company to eat it with, in the ‘Great White Horse.’ So different from her Cambridge environment. … just as she was beginning on her first mouthful of sizzling hot, juicy sausage, her eye fell on a distinguished-looking, grey-haired man in uniform, who came into the room.… The meat plates were changed, and the two friends settled down to an excellent Gorgonzola cheese; one could not, as Captain Studde said, eat a sweet with draught beer or after so excellent a grill.” (p. 27-29)

Review © 2024 mae sander 

 

Thursday, April 25, 2024

How Do You Live?

“You take many things from the world, but I wonder what you will give back in return?”
 (How do You Live? p. 127)


How Do You Live? by Genzaburō Yoshino (1899-1981), written in 1937, has been an influential book for generations of Japanese adolescents. The first translation into English was published very recently. Many readers — myself included — wanted to read it because of its influence on filmmaker Hayao Miyazaki. His recent production The Boy and the Heron (which won an Oscar and is widely praised) refers significantly to the book, which is read by the film’s central character. I have loved Miyazaki’s films for a long time, and I’m eager to see this new one. Frustratingly, it has not yet been released on DVD or streaming, and no clear date has been announced. Note that the Japanese title is “How Do You Live?” clearly referring to the classic book.

The Novel

Copper, a fifteen-year-old middle-school student, is the central figure in How Do You Live? His home is in Tokyo and he attends a traditional Japanese boys’ school, where he deals with the typical problems of boys his age: notably with bullying of himself and his best friends. The chapters about Copper’s somewhat rough schooldays contrast vividly with chapters of calm, rather didactic advice and observations written or spoken by Copper’s uncle, his mother’s younger brother. 

The details of school and daily life, including the descriptions of the city, the boys’ clothing and school uniforms, and their homes is an interesting portrayal of a former time — though the most emphasis is on life in the school. Occasionally the author even offers a hint of the domestic life of Copper and his mother, for example, for a holiday called Higan:

“In the kitchen, as was her custom during Higan, his mother was hard at work with the maid, making ohagi, rice cakes covered with sweet red-bean paste, sesame, and other treats.” (p. 257)

A photo of Tokyo in 1936, from a collection in the Guardian.
If you read the book, I definitely recommend looking at these images. (source)

Before the War

Here’s what I can’t stop thinking about while reading: in the 1930s when the story takes place, Japan was experiencing the rise of a militaristic government. Their leaders would soon attempt to conquer the Asian world, having begun with the colonization of Korea (1910) and China (an active war by 1937) — and just a few years later continuing with the attack on the US base at Pearl Harbor and invasions throughout the Pacific. Surprisingly, I found no direct mention of this political and military situation in the book, perhaps because the author, a socialist, had already spent time in jail for his political views, and because a secret thought-police monitored all publications. 

The bullying incident central to the novel thus may have dual meaning in this situation. Here is one quote from the older students who threaten Copper and his friends:

“Make no mistake,” they insisted, “once they enter society, students with no love of school will surely become citizens with no love of country. People who don’t love their country are traitors. Therefore, we can say that students who don’t love their school are traitors in training. We must discipline any such fledgling traitors.” (p. 149)

With over 80 years of hindsight, a reader can’t help wondering how these fictional boys, including both bullies and victims, would have fared a few years later. Did they inevitably become soldiers? Were they heroic? How did they live? Or did they die? And have generations of future readers in Japan also wondered about their wartime fate? 

Of course this type of speculation is not a good way to read fiction that was written in the past, but it’s compelling to think about, in my opinion.

Rich Boys and Poor Boys

Copper and his mother live in a relatively modest home; they lost their more luxurious home when his father died a few years earlier. One of his friends is very wealthy, and one is very poor — a situation that leads to quite a few observations by Copper’s uncle about material goods and human well-being, for example:

“If nobody made anything, there would be no tastes, no pleasures—consumption would be impossible. The work of making things itself makes it possible for people to be truly human. This is not just a matter of food and clothing. In the academic world, in the art world, the producers are needed far more than the consumers.” (p. 140)

The educated and refined thoughts and observations of Copper’s uncle reveal a wide variety of historical and philosophical approaches to how the uncle hopes Copper will lead his life. He tells Copper about many great men, mostly westerners, including Copernicus after whom he chooses the nickname “Copper.” 

For another example, Cooper and his uncle have a long discussion of Napoleon’s rise and fall, with consideration of his military skill and leadership. Thus the author shows a variety of ways that both Copper and his uncle view a great man. His uncle sums up this discussion of Napoleon’s heroic life:

“Because no matter who the so-called hero is—whether it’s Napoleon or Goethe or even Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who ruled all of Japan in the sixteenth century, or General Nogi, who commanded the Japanese army during the war against Russia—all of them were born during this long, long march of human history and will die within it as well.” (p. 169)
 

Buddhism and Representations of the Buddha

While reading How Do You Live? I was constantly surprised at how thoroughly the cultural and historic facts considered central by Copper’s uncle were rooted in European culture rather than Japanese culture. One chapter in particular was striking, because it concerned the artistic roots of traditional sculpture representing the Buddha. Specifically, these roots began with Greek sculptors who lived in a particular area of Afghanistan after the conquest of Alexander the Great. At that time Buddhism was beginning to take hold as a major religion in Asia. During the initial centuries of Buddhism, Copper’s uncle pointed out, there were no sculptures depicting the Buddha with a human face. Then Greek traditional artists modeled the Buddha to look like the traditional figure of Apollo. 

Buddha from the 4th-5th Century BCE, in the Greek tradition. (source)

Here is part of the conversation between Copper and his uncle about the Greek artistic tradition and its effect on Buddhist sculpture throughout two thousand years:

“From his uncle’s explanation, Copper understood that Greeks were the first to produce Buddha statues. Despite that, to think that these Buddhist sculptures, which were so iconic of the East, were actually children of both Eastern and Western civilizations, naturally couldn’t help but give him a strange feeling. 

“‘So, Uncle, the Big Buddha at Nara is also like that?’ 
 
“‘That’s correct. That huge statue was made by Japanese people, but the skills to do so came from China. And China learned them from India. If you follow them back to the source, you end up at the Gandhara Buddhas again, and from there you are connected all the way to Greek sculpture.’” …

“‘When you think of how Greek civilization flowed right over all these natural barriers well over a thousand years ago, crossing the Chinese mainland and carrying as far as distant Japan—Copper, one can’t help but be truly surprised, don’t you think?’” (pp. 267-269)
 
The Great Buddha of Nara, 8th century. (Source)

The Central Thought of How Do You Live?

In the final chapter of the novel, the author makes his point about human responsibility to all fellow humans loud and clear. In Japan in 1937, this might have been a defiant and dangerous approach, and it might seem radical even now, if taken as a deep and thoughtful value. Specifically, Cooper says:

“I think there has to come a time when everyone in the world treats each other as if they were good friends. Since humanity has come so far, I think now we will definitely be able to make it to such a place. So I think I want to become a person who can help that happen.” (p. 275)

At the end, the author asks the reader: “How will you live?”

Blog post © 2024 mae sander, photos as credited.

 

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Reading and Enjoying Spring Weather

 Julia Alvarez: The Cemetery of Untold Stories


Julia Alvarez is a wonderful story teller! In this novel, a successful New York writer decides to return to her childhood land: the Caribbean country of Dominica — which is also the birthplace of Alvarez. The character brings with her many boxes of notes and materials from novels that she hasn’t written, and creates a “cemetery” for these unrealized projects and the characters they were going to develop. She commissions a talented sculptor make a monument to each persona whose story she didn’t finish. 

The characters who now inhabit these monuments come to life and tell their stories to a local woman who has never read fiction (in fact, she can’t read at all). I loved reading these intertwined tales, along with the story of the illiterate woman herself, and of her family, which also has some members who have become successful American immigrants.

There’s so much in this novel — themes of identity; themes of chances and of opportunities both taken and missed; themes of good and bad family relationships; and themes of the history of the island, which is divided into two countries: Dominica and Haiti. Really good reading!

Claude Izner: Murder on the Eiffel Tower


This is a historical novel that takes place in Paris in 1889 during the great exposition for which the Eiffel Tower had just been built. The painstaking historical detail in the novel is fascinating — I assume it’s accurate, but I didn’t check. For example: 

“I was lucky enough to see the exhibition of Japanese prints organised by the Van Gogh brothers. The Great Wave by Hokusai made a real impression on me.” (p. 17)

“The Colonial Exhibition was made up of numerous buildings, either standing alone or grouped into indigenous villages. Victor did not wait to look at the seven pediments of the temple of Angkor but hurried towards the red structure of the Colonial Palace, an architectural mish-mash of Norwegian, Chinese and French Renaissance styles topped by green roofing.” (p. 60)

The food details are especially fun:

“Fried-fish vendors and left-over food sellers were setting up their stalls in the wind. Dishes of beetroot sat alongside rounds of cold black pudding.” (p 161) 
 
“In the kitchen, Germaine, with tousled hair and apron askew, was stirring the contents of a saucepan with a wooden spoon. Victor sniffed, recognising the aroma of partridge and cabbage in a cognac sauce.” (p. 207) 

Unfortunately, as a detective story this novel is too complicated. One murder after another piles up, and one man becomes obsessed with the murders and tries to figure out how they are linked and who is the perpetrator. At a frantic pace, he follows one suspect after another, becoming exhausted and confused. He also falls in love with a woman who is also enmeshed in the goings-on. He keeps having migraine headaches, or being hit over the head, or being baffled and overtired, or pursuing the love interest instead of the mystery. He’s always trying to think of some elusive insight that he can’t quite bring to the surface. There’s too much of this type of description:

“An idea was taking hold, but just out of his reach. He put on his frock coat as his mind worked on. … His memory was still teasing him: it was something to do with a name he had glimpsed recently, a name … But what name?” (p. 203)

I found the author’s mystery skills somewhat clumsy, and the piling-on of details and events somewhat unbelievable. Compared to Agatha Christie or other classic writers of the twentieth century, Izner just isn’t quite as good at creating a plot, embedding clues, or building suspense. I’m thinking of the well-formed detectives, victims, by-standers and witnesses in the novels of Martin Walker or Elly Griffiths or Donna Leon, and I just don’t find Izner’s focus and clarity to measure up.

Spring Pictures from This Week


Sunrise outside my bedroom window.

Just before the rain.


The beaver lodge at Matthaei Botanical Gardens.
Last year, the beaver built a dam across the stream, but a winter storm washed it away.


Michigan students painting “The Rock” — maybe in anticipation of finals during the next two weeks.

The magic spoon turns purple when the frozen ice cream touches it.
After a spring walk in the woods, we stopped for ice cream.

I enjoyed a scoop of each of these flavors.


Blog post and all photos © 2024 mae sander
Shared with Sunday Salon at Readerbuzz.

Wednesday, February 07, 2024

Reading and Watching


 A newspaper article, a novel, and a recent film: all very absorbing!

“No more chocolate, coffee or wine? ‘Last supper’ shows stakes of climate crisis,” is an article that I read in the Guardian by Rachel Leingang. Endangered foods? It’s not just the ones that are always covered — quite a few favorites that we eat and drink every day have a worrying future. Above all: coffee! Chef and political worker Sam Kass invented a dinner menu that featured a number of dishes that we generally take for granted: “Courses included Norwegian salmon, oysters, lamb, fingerling potatoes, sticky toffee pudding.” Leingang explained how climate change is a threat to these favorite and not-at-all exotic foods and quite a few others.

UPDATE February 9: “Chocolate maker Hershey issues warning over record cocoa prices” another article in the Guardian notes that commodity price for cocoa has doubled in the last year.

Elizabeth Finch by Julian Barnes is a disappointing novel, because it’s hardly a novel at all. It’s more a collection of meditations on history and culture strung together as the thoughts and lectures of two characters: Finch, a freelance writer and teacher; and the narrator, once her student, later her sort-of friend, finally, the curator of her papers and books that she leaves when she dies. Very didactic and a little boring,

“The Holdovers,” a film about a prep school in 1970, which sometimes channels Catcher in the Rye (especially when there’s an outdoor skating rink scene), and sometimes “The Dead Poets Society,” and sometimes other similar tropes. It’s corny at times, as the two opposing forces, the pedantic teacher and the resentful student, are thrown together — abandoned when everyone else goes home for Christmas — with only one other person, Mary, the school cook and in my view the only fully sympathetic character. I found it watchable; you probably have watched it too as it’s very trendy right now, I think.

Reviews © 2024 mae sander

Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Recent Reading

 


While traveling earlier this month, and since I returned, I read three highly enjoyable mystery stories. During this time, I was busy documenting my experiences, so I did not write reviews of these books although I liked them very much. Here is a very brief summary of my impressions.

  • Kiego Higashino, The Final Curtain (published December, 2023) — a very long book that ties up the details of the life of Tokyo Police Detective Kyoichiro Kaga. The plot is very very involved and the number of characters and subplots is huge, but I still found it readable. 
  • Gwen Bristow and Bruce Manning, The Gutenberg Murders (published 1931) — set in New Orleans, this is very much a mystery in the classic who-done-it tradition of Hammett and Chandler. Other than the fact that all the characters smoke cigarettes nonstop, it could just about be modern.
  • Jason Goodwin, The Baklava Club (published 2014) — this series features the mystery-solving Yashim, who works for the Ottoman Emperor in Istanbul in the mid-19th century. While I very much like the well-researched details of Yashim’s life, especially when he shops in the market and cooks for his friends, I also appreciate the increasing suspense around the murder he had to solve in this, the final volume of the series so far. Goodwin’s characters are always very intriguing.
Reviews © 2024 mae sander for maefood.blogspot.com

Sunday, December 03, 2023

In My Life

Reading and Watching


Environmentally and socially responsible collection.

Quotes from The Best American Food Writing 2023

From the introduction by editor Mark Bittman:

"It could have happened sooner, but for decades food writers were actively discouraged from thinking about food as anything other than pleasurable. Those late-twentieth-century food writers could produce all they wanted about continental luxury hotels and their restaurants, about authenticity in Mongolia, about potatoes in Peru, about the mysterious ways of Japan, about the availability of sea urchin by mail, or how a home cook could produce deer—or tofu!—jerky, and so on, but they were for the most part forbidden from treading on the fields of sustainability, environmental pollution (food writers decidedly did not cover Rachel Carson), the decline of nutrition, the horrors of processing or labor: Leave those more serious and less-enchanting and -delightful subjects to your colleagues in Business or Health or Agriculture." (The Best American Food Writing 2023, p. xxi).

From "What Counts as Fresh Food?" by Bee Wilson: 

"The great miracle of our modern food system has been to supply us with the freshness of spring all year round—or at least with an approximation of it. ... Our entire food supply is based on the idea of 'fresh' and 'keeping things fresh.' But to keep things fresh is a kind of contradiction or deception, because something can only be truly fresh when it is right out of the ground or just cooked. (p. 19-20)

From "What We Write About When We Write About Food" by Ligaya Mishan: 

"Still, when contemporary food writers (and, I suppose, I am one) stray from celebrating flavors to probe the larger issues surrounding the parade of dishes to our tables—exploitation of labor, abuse of animals, climate change, the homogenizing of cuisines and cultures under globalization, systemic injustices that allow millions of people to go hungry each year—some readers complain. Food should not be political, they insist. Food is universal; food unites us. Let us have our cake in peace." (p. 132). 


Pedro Páramo by Juan Rulfo: new translation.

This is a highly regarded book published in 1955. It's always been obscure, never a blockbuster but literary critics seem to love it as did Gabriel García Márquez. It's all about dead people who are still very active and present in a strange little town. But it's not a ghost story, it's maybe an early example of magical realism. The narrator is on a quest to a town that "sits on the burning embers of the earth, at the very mouth of Hell. They say many of those who die there and go to Hell come back to fetch their blankets." (p. 15). 

For example, a man's wife dies one evening, and in the morning he goes to buy some strong drink; the drink seller offers him two for the price of one on the condition: "But tell your dead wife I always liked her and ask her to keep me in mind when she gets to Heaven. ... Tell her before she gets all cold." (p. 129). 

A review last week in the New York Times by Valeria Luiselli, "A Masterpiece That Inspired Gabriel García Márquez to Write His Own" pushed me to buy and read this obscure tale; summarizing its influence thus:

"Jorge Luis Borges said it was one of the greatest works of literature ever written. Susan Sontag called it one of the masterpieces of the 20th century. Enrique Vila-Matas has said that it is the 'perfect novel.' Roberto Bolaño’s '2666' would probably not exist without it. The book shows its readers how to read all over again, the same way 'The Waste Land' or 'Ulysses' does, by bending the rules of literature so skillfully, so freely, that the rules must change thereafter."

Just one thing: as I read, I appreciated the numerous brief mentions of birds. These lighten the very dark mood of a town of the dead. Examples —"A roadrunner, señor. That’s what they call those birds." (p. 16) ... "I’d seen the still air shattered by doves flapping their wings as if they were breaking free of the day." (p. 17)  ... "I wish I were a vulture so I could fly to where my sister lives." (p. 28)... "Through the hole in the roof, I watched flocks of thrushes pass overhead, those birds that flutter about in the late afternoon just before darkness closes the roads." (p. 62) ... "Returning from its flight around the fields, the mockingbird crossed in front of him and let out an anguished howl." (p. 71) ... "There weren’t any seagulls, only those birds they call 'ugly beaks,' the ones that growl as if they were snoring and then disappear when the sun comes out." (p. 105). 

Count me as clueless. But I did finish reading it. 

Streaming ... 

"Lessons in Chemistry" on Apple TV.
Very good series!


Final episode of Great British Baking Show (no photo of finalists -- no spoilers).
Some review I read said this season was like watching bread rise.
Yes, but it's so soothing!

Time to think about annual donations

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From the Washington Post

A little color at a grey time of year


Morning sky as we occasionally see it in winter. Mostly we see only grey clouds. No auroras yet.

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