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Jan. 7th, 2026 02:55 pmThis was a Christmas present that looked very promising, being a WW1 espionage murder mystery with a female sleuth, and therefore with all sorts of interests of mine all lined up. Unfortunately it was only a middling book: the authors never really seemed to know what they were doing, both the mystery aspect and the espionage aspect were a mess, and the period details were a bit of a mixed bag. It started really strongly: an unknown dead body, inside a closet locked from the inside in the heart of naval intelligence, clutching the un-decoded Zimmerman telegram, found by a secretary who is not what she seems - but it was all downhill from there on. Still: spies, WW1, murder mystery, female sleuth (though one of many disappointments with the book is that our female sleuth was instantly sidelined for the real hero who is of course a male counterespionage guy who has a fridged love interest and an unpleasant mother, he has Angst About Women and a Tragic Past instead of any actual characterisation) - I read the whole thing. But it felt like it was the ropy first draft of a much better book.
( fuller review with some spoilers )
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Jan. 7th, 2026 08:37 amSir Harry Ferraby considered himself a reasonably contented man. Whenever he went to Firlbrough – and sure, they would soon have to be decamping to go there with this election impending, would look very strange did he not return there to support Bobbie Wallace! – was obliged to indicate, o, very subtly, of course, that was somewhat of a trial to be the one that represented the interests of Ferraby, Dalgleish and Gaskell in the metropolis, but alas, someone had to be on the spot. To be able to go into the City – talk to Government offices – meet with Members of Parliament - &C&C.
As well as keep up with all the new developments! Some of what one heard at lectures at the Royal Society or saw at demonstrations at the Royal Institution might still be somewhat theoretical, but nonetheless, worth keeping one’s eye upon. Fellows that it was sensible to make the acquaintance of.
But, taking it all in all, he was happy living here in lovely leafy Blackheath with his lovely lively Louisa and his adored offspring – very convenient for the City and for Westminster but entirely healthful. And then, here were his brothers and sisters close at hand – Meg in Highbury with Sebastian – Quintus and Sukey in that part just north of Oxford Street that medical men were beginning to move into – his beloved baby sister Flora no great distance away in Surrey – and for the past few years they had had the delightful presence of Josh, rather than the worry of what might come to him upon some zoological expedition.
And perhaps it was for the best for familial harmony that Bess resided in Leicestershire on the Ollifaunt estates, because even in these years of maturity they were wont to fall into brangles, though now it was over business matters. Indeed they were greatly fond of one another, and Harry had been able to be of considerable assistance to Bess over certain stage machinery in her theatres, but quarrelling was something of an antient habit with 'em.
Had been a great pleasure to turn his hand to those matters of machinery – for was there one source of regret and discontent, was that his course had not led him into the career of an engineer. Had been well-trained in that, but had fallen out that by the time he was out of his articles, his father had been in the greatest need of a reliable deputy by his side.
For there was Josiah Ferraby – shortly to be knighted and subsequently raised to the rank of baronet – an MP that took his responsibilities in the governance of the realm with all due seriousness, and attended the Commons a deal more regularly than many that wrote those letters after their names! – and also undertook a deal of work in the matter of getting up private bills, and talking to government offices, for the improvements under hand in Firlbrough. While Mama had been entirely capable of dealing with most of the business matters as far as correspondence went, it seemed prudent to send young Mr Ferraby, that was being brought on in the family enterprize, to meetings in the City &C. Had been provided with a cicerone in the person of Sebastian Knowles, some few years his senior, already part of the Raxdell House set through his sister’s marriage to the Duke of Mulcaster.
There had been a good deal of fascination in it all – and talking it all over with his mother and father, and Sebastian, and then with Sandy MacDonald, that was entirely an intimate of the east wing household at Raxdell House. Then having the occasional flash of illumination from a passing comment of Clorinda Bexbury’s.
No, he could not say he had been forced to drudge at uncongenial toil –
Although there had been times – after his father’s sudden, too early, death, and then during his mother’s long and painful illness – when indeed he had felt it a weight bearing upon him – had more than once even come to weeping in Lou’s arms.
But they had pulled through.
Did Harry occasional desire to have work in his hands, why, he had a workshop at this house where he might tinker a little, and where he might convoke with Ben Wilson and others about their inventions, and make suggestions.
He had lately observed Una Wallace, that he fancied, from how she went about with the wooden bricks, showed a talent towards engineering. For were you the brother of Flora Ferraby you did not suppose that women were incapable of such! And had they not heard of Clorrie Thorne, in New South Wales – that was now Clorrie Hackstead – had been trained as surgeon by Mr Carter and was as competent a hand with the scalpel as any product of your fine hospitals? Quintus indeed would say that in past times had been noted female physicians and surgeons, 'twas entire vulgar prejudice to suppose their sex incapable.
He had seen Lou’s warm heart moved to pity at Una’s plight – dispatched much like a parcel by her father in Nova Scotia to his Wallace relatives in London – some little worries about her health, her mother, a lady of the native tribes of Upper Canada, having died of consumption shortly after her birth, making residence in Town seem somewhat imprudent –had led 'em quite to concede to her suggestion that Una should come live in the healthful airs of Blackheath. Saw how it painfully reminded her of when she herself had been dispatched, along with her governess Miss Millick, to reside with her horrid relatives the Fraylinghams.
Knew that Lou greatly regretted that she had not been able to bear him more children – had been a number of sad miscarriages 'twixt Maria and Hal – and that perchance led her to extend her maternal care – had greatly taken to the young Frinton boy that was a schoolfellow of Adam Knowles and the Ollifaunt boys –
But though he might be fatherless one saw that Ginevra Frinton was an excellent woman that brought him up in quite exemplary fashion! And sure, 'twas hardly for the Ferrabys to go be priggish in such cases – for Harry himself had been born somewhat precipitate after his parents’ nuptials, that having been the only means Eliza Hallock had found to get her father to concede to her wedding that scapegrace Josiah Ferraby! Was not Clorinda Bexbury, in the days of the Regent a crack Lady of the Town, entirely in the capacity of a beloved family member, even was she not the actual relative that rumour gave out?
He hoped that this mission that Clorinda and Sandy MacDonald – himself quite part of the family – were about today did not distress Una.
One quite saw the sense in it. Here was a young man, a groom of good character and given out an excellent hand with horses, taken in enmity by a fellow of wealth and influence, turned off without a character, and 'twas feared he might be in further danger from having, perchance, in all innocence, witnessed some malign acts. So might it not be a fine thing for him to go seek his fortune in Nova Scotia? Surely the Collinses and Colonel Wallace could use a chap of his talents in their enterprize raising work-horses as well as fine riding-nags.
Was certainly a prepossessing young fellow! Fine open face – had clearly took trouble over his appearance, though one saw the clothes were somewhat patched and mended. Harry caught Nick Jupp’s eye and Nick nodded approvingly – one might apprehend that he had been making his own judgements and that they were positive. Dared say that would have been entire happy to advance him to a place in his brother Sam’s livery stables: but one felt young Oxton might be safer well out of Town, where he might catch his former employer’s eye.
This surmize was confirmed by Sandy – Nick felt quite a regret that Jupp’s might not have the services of the fellow! Quite the nicest hand with horseflesh, The Lady herself had commented upon it.
One might trust Belinda Penkarding’s opinions in the matter!
So here was an introduction being made, and Oxton being very civil to Una, and demonstrating an ease that suggested he had sisters of his own –
Let us not hover, said Clorinda, but stand back a little and discourse of indifferent matters.
In due course Oxton came and said, sure Nova Scotia sounded to be a very fine place, and Miss Una gave the finest character to the Collinses. And indeed, had oft wished to see the world but had not seen how that might be without 'listing, or going for a sailor, that had no taste for.
So he and Sandy went convoke somewhat over the practicalities.
Harry went over to Una, and saw that her eyes looked a little damp.
Come, he said, let us go into my workshop for a spell.
Once inside he handed her his large clean handkerchief and she mopped her face and blew her nose and said, 'twas nothing – just remembering –
Are you homesick?
She frowned a little, and was silent for a moment and at length said, sometimes she was – would strike her quite sudden –
But, she cried, almost in agitation, you must not suppose that I wish to return!
No? Just because your Papa thought it a good idea to send you here, does not mean one might not reconsider –
She gave a little sigh. It was very lonely – I should feel that more now after being here – and I should not have the advantages of a good girls’ school –
He minded that that had been a strong argument for Blackheath!
– I should miss you all very much.
And we should miss you.
A light tapping on the door and came in Clorinda.
Well, that is very happily resolved!
She glanced from one of them to the other. Lou tells me that Una becomes quite your apprentice – shows a talent towards engineering –
She does so, said Harry.
Una quite glowed.
Clorinda smiled. I fancy, she said, that requires more mathematics than she is like to get at that very good school. Here is Janey Merrett, trying to get up interest for a young woman in her coterie to go give lessons –
Harry grinned. So you go about to contrive! Should you like that, Una?
She looked quite ecstatic at the thought.
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Jan. 6th, 2026 09:14 pmWe had our family Christmas on Christmas Eve, going to D's church's Christmas Eve service, making and opening presents, etc. We got to the airport at 5am Christmas day to go visit my family and were promptly informed (we had gotten no communication from Southwest beforehand) that the airport had flooded and all flights were grounded. Not totally unexpected, as there had been a lot of rain, but kind of annoying. After some back and forth during which we went home and fell back into bed, then were informed that our flight was leaving after all two hours earlier than they'd said and we were about to miss it, then rebooked for later (which at least allowed me to leave Yuletide gift comments), then finally got out that afternoon, then were able to catch an earlier connection than we were booked for. Yay! Keeping track of local news after that, I learned that the airport flooded again an hour after our rebooked flight left (and I think it didn't open back up again until the next day), so we got out just in time. It's been flooding off and on since then, when it rains again, and we were lucky enough that our flight back was not on one of the rainy days. I think no more rain for a while, now.
Anyway. Had lots of family time! ( An incomplete list: )
A Psalm for the Wild-Built, by Becky Chambers
Jan. 6th, 2026 10:57 am
Once upon a time, the moon Panga was industrial and capitalist and miserable. Then robots suddenly and inexplicably gained self-awareness. They chose to stop working, leave human habitation, and go into the wilderness. The humans not only didn't try to stop them, but this event somehow precipitated a huge political change. Half of Panga was left to the wilderness, and humans developed a kinder, ecologically friendly, sustainable way of life. But the robots were never seen again.
That's all backstory. When the book opens, Sibling Dex, a nonbinary monk, is dissatisfied with their life for reasons unclear to themself. They leave the monastery to become a traveling tea monk, which is a sort of counselor: you tell the monk your troubles, and the monk listens and fixes you a cup of tea. Dex's first day on the job is hilariously disastrous, but they get better and better, until they're very good at it... but still inexplicably dissatisfied. So they venture out into the wilderness, where they meet a robot, Mosscap - the first human-robot meeting in hundreds of years.
I had previously failed to get very far into The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, so I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this novella. It's cozy in a good way, with plenty of atmosphere, a world that isn't quite perfect but is definitely one I'd like to live in, and some interesting philosophical exploration. My favorite part was actually Dex's life as a tea monk before they meet Mosscap - it's very relatable if you've ever been a counselor or therapist, from the horrible first day to the pleasure of familiar clients later on. I would absolutely go to a tea monk.
I would have liked Mosscap to be a bit more flawed - it's very lovable and has a lot of interesting things to say, but is pretty much always right. Mosscap is surprised and delighted by humanity, but I'm not sure Dex ever shakes up its worldview in a way it finds true but uncomfortable, which Mosscap repeatedly does to Dex. Maybe in the second novella, A Prayer for the Crown-Shy.
And while I'm on things which are implausibly neat/perfect, this is a puzzling backstory:
1) Robots gain self-awareness and leave.
2) ????
3)
Maybe we'll learn more about the ???? later.
But overall, I did quite like the novella. The parts where Dex is a tea monk, with the interactions with their clients and their life in their caravan, are very successfully cozy - an instant comfort read. And I liked the robot society and the religious orders, as well as a lot of the Mosscap/Dex relationship. I'll definitely read the sequel.
Today it did snow
Jan. 6th, 2026 03:17 pmThough by now it's mostly dispersed - still lying in parts.
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Yesterday had that exasperating thing of asking what I thought was a question for very specific thing (not even for myself, for someone who didn't have access to this particular knowledge-resource) and got, okay, one really good response that was right on point, and several which demonstrated that actual humans are quite capable all by themselves of hallucinating what the question actually was and providing answers entirely tangential and Point Thahr Misst.
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I have had to do with this campaigner: ‘Women have to fight for what they want’: UK campaigner’s 60-year unfinished battle for abortion rights over archives of campaigns she was involved in (I even, as I recollect, suggested an appropriate riposte - a bouquet of parsley - to some weird hostile message sent to her by the notorious Victoria Gillick.)
Pretty much her contemporary, I don't think I ever met the recently-deceased Molly Parkin, but I certainly read various of her writings, including most of her various 'bonk-busters' - I'm not sure they entirely fit that category - which seem to have fallen out of print, at least, they do not seem to have enjoyed e-revival.
Updating
Jan. 6th, 2026 09:14 amThis is a very common scam now, one of the many scams aimed at aspiring and new writers.
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I'm still sick, ugh
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Nice article on Queen Demon on the Daily KOS:
https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2026/1/5/2361356/-The-Language-of-the-Night-Martha-Wells-takes-on-colonization
One of Wells’ most compelling gifts as a writer is the way she interrogates trauma, and trauma is very much in evidence in her recent works, especially in both Murderbot and The Rising World. Where the Murderbot stories form an enslavement narrative as personal journey and healing, the Rising World series applies a wider cultural lens to trauma and loss.
Kai has seen his world ripped apart twice: the way to the underneath, the world of his birth, is shut off; the world of his above existence, the world of the Saredi, is also gone, both of them murdered by the Hierarchs. (You could argue that the third traumatizing loss-of-world is losing Bashasa, but that lies in the gap between past and present narratives.) In the past narrative, a vanquished Kai himself is imprisoned in the Summer Halls until Bashasa frees him and he joins the ad hoc rebellion.
