Brief catch up
Jan. 30th, 2020 06:10 pmThis is a bit of a drive-by post about some recent books read and a film watched, as I'm planning to post more extensively tomorrow. I've had the day off, which has given me plenty of opportunity to read, so read I did:
Mudlarking: Lost and Found on the River Thames, by Lara Maiklem, is exactly what it says on the tin: a memoir about an adult life spent wandering the shores of London's river, pulling random treasures from its silty mud. The book meanders along the length of the river, and Maiklem uses the objects typically found in each spot to digress about Roman, medieval, Tudor, early modern, Victorian, and twentieth-century history, interspersed with personal anecdotes and information about the weird tribe of people whose hobby it is to hang out on riverbanks searching for artefacts.
Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow is exactly what I was expecting, which is unfortunately not a good thing. I found Harrow's Hugo Award-winning short story, 'A Witch’s Guide to Escape: A Practical Compendium of Portal Fantasies,' to be cloyingly sentimental, filled with damaging vocational awe and myths about librarianship that librarians are actively working to avoid, and very white saviour-y. So I was expecting Doors to be along similar lines, and I'm afraid it is: twee, sentimental, and self-consciously quirky. I don't mind books about the power of stories, escapism, and which adopt a deliberately fairytale (or, in this case, early twentieth-century adventure story) tone, but I want them to have a bit of darkness and bite. I want Frances Hardinge, in other words, but that's not what I got with this book. It's very competently written, and it's good at doing what it set out to do, but it's not to my taste.
In terms of films, Matthias and I went out to see Armando Ianucci's adaptation of David Copperfield. While my opinion of Dickens tends to align with that of George Orwell, I'm generally happy enough watching adaptations, and I am a massive fan of Ianucci's, so I was quite keen to see the film. I found it delightful, very well cast (it is genuinely colourblind casting — not in the sense that Dev Patel is playing David Copperfield, but in the sense that characters were cast with no care as to whether it was believable that their characters were related by blood to each other, merely whether the actor was capable of performing the role well), and generally just an enjoyable film.
In my last post, I mentioned
waybackexchange, which is a fanworks exchange for fandoms whose last installment came out ten years ago or more. It's now open for nominations, and you can nominate both individual characters, and pairings. Is anyone else going to be participating?
Mudlarking: Lost and Found on the River Thames, by Lara Maiklem, is exactly what it says on the tin: a memoir about an adult life spent wandering the shores of London's river, pulling random treasures from its silty mud. The book meanders along the length of the river, and Maiklem uses the objects typically found in each spot to digress about Roman, medieval, Tudor, early modern, Victorian, and twentieth-century history, interspersed with personal anecdotes and information about the weird tribe of people whose hobby it is to hang out on riverbanks searching for artefacts.
Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow is exactly what I was expecting, which is unfortunately not a good thing. I found Harrow's Hugo Award-winning short story, 'A Witch’s Guide to Escape: A Practical Compendium of Portal Fantasies,' to be cloyingly sentimental, filled with damaging vocational awe and myths about librarianship that librarians are actively working to avoid, and very white saviour-y. So I was expecting Doors to be along similar lines, and I'm afraid it is: twee, sentimental, and self-consciously quirky. I don't mind books about the power of stories, escapism, and which adopt a deliberately fairytale (or, in this case, early twentieth-century adventure story) tone, but I want them to have a bit of darkness and bite. I want Frances Hardinge, in other words, but that's not what I got with this book. It's very competently written, and it's good at doing what it set out to do, but it's not to my taste.
In terms of films, Matthias and I went out to see Armando Ianucci's adaptation of David Copperfield. While my opinion of Dickens tends to align with that of George Orwell, I'm generally happy enough watching adaptations, and I am a massive fan of Ianucci's, so I was quite keen to see the film. I found it delightful, very well cast (it is genuinely colourblind casting — not in the sense that Dev Patel is playing David Copperfield, but in the sense that characters were cast with no care as to whether it was believable that their characters were related by blood to each other, merely whether the actor was capable of performing the role well), and generally just an enjoyable film.
In my last post, I mentioned
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Date: 2020-01-31 11:36 am (UTC)Given that both you and
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Date: 2020-01-31 09:19 am (UTC)Though I agree with ambyr - I far more enjoyed her The Autobiography of a Traitor and a Half-Savage short story. It has bite too, so perhaps there's hope for her future works.
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Date: 2020-01-31 11:44 am (UTC)I will try that other short story, given that both you and
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