A Day of Thanks

So, today’s question is: “What are you thankful for?”

Well, in truth, quite a lot really. But rather than ramble on, I think I’ll stick to a handful of things that I’m thankful for.

  • First of all, I’m thankful for being alive. For having made it in one piece through the worst of covid. Especially when the OH lost an aunt and an elder cousin to covid. 

  • I’m thankful every day that my health holds out and that I get another day on this blue and green marble floating in space after a cancer diagnosis and surgery last year. 

  • To be able to look up at the stars and wonder, and to look at so much living beauty before it’s gone for good.

  • I’m truly thankful to my partner for sponsoring me over the three year period necessary for me to first obtain my landed immigrant status here, in the province. And then, the gruelling 3 year paper-chase we had to go through in order to obtain my citizenship (which I finally got in August, 2021.) You wouldn’t believe the amount of paperwork involved.

  • I’m also very thankful that even while covid raged around us, I actually lost weight from walking (Nervous energy? Fear? Who knows.) And not only that, because we were, like everyone else on the planet, in lockdown, I saved money. In fact, I managed to save a small nest egg. A tiny miracle in and of itself.

  • I’m truly thankful for my found family. My mother and sister in laws have gone out of their way to make me feel welcome, and in a way my own family never did. Acceptance is the one thing we all look for amongst our family and friends, but the truth is, it isn’t always a given. Their support has been invaluable.

  • And finally, of course, I am beyond grateful to my partner who has, for what seems like the last millennia, been there for me, by my side, through every up and down, good and bad, as we grow old together. What more could a person ask for?

Whatever life throws at me and to whatever comes next, I know I’ve found my people. And for that, I’m thankful. And you, what are you grateful for?

Two Hundred and Twenty-One Baker Streets (Anthology)

This was Abaddon Books first anthology which features fourteen very assorted stories in which the invited authors were given carte blanche by editor, David Thomas Moore, to put Holmes, Watson, Mrs. Hudson and yes, even Inspector Lestrade, anytime and anywhere they want. And, as a result, we are presented with a varied and eclectic mix that include a female Holmes, a gay Holmes, a couple of classic Holmes, a Holmes who owns a travelling circus and, just as much fun, a Holmes who is a summoned demon; but more on that later.

Anthologies are, for me at least, something akin to a divining rod; they can be a hit or miss. Among this collection, however, there are some truly outstanding stories. A couple come with really cool settings, others neat twists, many with clever banter between the characters, but what all these ‘stand-out’ stories share is excellent story-telling by their respective authors.

Authors such as Jamie Wyman who takes Holmes and Watson and drops them into Mid-West America in a travelling carnival. A killer story which gave me a truly memorable opening act to the anthology. I sucked up A Scandal In Hobohemia so quickly I arrived at the end with the equivalent of ice-cream brain-freeze. What a neat re-casting of our favourite characters, I mean, Holmes reborn as the Master of Ceremonies, Sanford Haus, Irene Adler as Adele Trent a Pinkerton investigator, with her colleague Jim Walker taking on the Watson role. Never mind the recasting of Mrs. Hudson as … no, I better not!

Fun, fast-paced, richly detailed and immensely readable. As was A Woman’s Place by Emma Newman gifting us a look into a possible future Britain where a dubiously benign DotGov watches everyone but Holmes. A Holmes who, as it turns out …what? Oh, I can’t tell you that either without spoiling the fun. Needless to say the unflappable Mrs. Hudson steals the whole show at the end, when all is revealed.

Following on from Newman comes A Study In Scarborough from the cleverly cunning mind of Guy Adams, whose writing I love. This seemingly innocuous tale of journalist Arthur Doyle interviewing the retired actor, John Watson, was so delicious that I had to go back and read it a second time. The inter-cut of the BBC radio play dialogue add a touch of the 50s to a story that unfolds like an origami crane, never quite as you think it might.

Not to be outdone, in The Small World of 221B Ian Edginton gives us, what at first read seems like a classic Doylesque-written Watson and Holmes tale, but one that turns out to have another rather clever twist at curtain-close. I loved the premise and execution. And, again, like A Study In Scarborough by Adams, this was deftly written.

Whatever the time or place, none went quite as far afield—or is that beyond time and space itself?—as did Adrian Tchaikovsky in his, The Final Conjuration, in which minor magician and one of the 7 great wizard Lord’s apprentice, Wu Tsen, must once again recruit the aid of his pet demon, the Sherlock …

What, pet demon? Yes, that’s exactly what I thought. Tchaikovsky takes Holmes out of his usual setting, and throws him headlong into a fantastical world of magic. One in which magic is unable to deduce let alone ‘see’ truth—a world in which only the Sherlock can. By the end of this I felt almost sorry for poor Wu Tsen having to deal with the foibles and quirks of the Sherlock. Great fun!

Just when I thought the writing couldn’t get any better. When I’m still smiling to myself over the fate of Wu Tsen. I started reading another superbly written magical fantasy set in a world that, I have to admit, I’ve kind of fallen in love with. Well, at least the idea of it.

In The Innocent Icarus by James Lovegrove everyone has an ability. Everyone is gifted with a unique talent. For our fine fellow Dr. Watson, it is super strength and the ability to withstand pain. But, in this world populated by people who can fly, run fast, distinguish unique smells, or swim under water, we discover that Holmes is nothing more than an ‘Ordinary’ …

And yet, not so ordinary, when he uses his unique talents and skills of deduction to solve the murder of one Sir Hugh Lancaster. With its alternate Victorian-era setting, straight-laced manners, and almost steampunk-feel, The Innocent Icarus really delivers what I hoped all the stories in the anthology might, a thoroughly engrossing, richly detailed, well-delineated character story to read.

It’s the sheer quality of storytelling by this handful of authors that makes Two Hundred and Twenty-One Baker Streets a cut-above the rest, and well worth buying to read for those stories alone.

The Sweetness At The Bottom Of The Pie by Alan Bradley

The central focus of this novel is the character of Flavia de Luce, the 11 year-old phenom who narrates and carries the entire weight of this suspense-mystery novel. And she does it admirably, or, I should say, the author has created a character so well defined, so well fleshed out, with an array of quirks and foibles that, as a character, gives her such great depth. Quite something for a middle-aged male author to achieve. He’s made it so that Flavia de Luce is not only believable, she feels as real as any of my nieces … if they had lived in the 1950s, that is.

Flavia de Luce jumps straight out at you, grabs you by the arm, and starts talking to you as if you were a co-conspirator in her life and the unfolding mystery that lands on her doorstep — literally. Her thoughts are effervescent bubbles that pop to the surface, one after another, in a constant stream, bringing to life the action, the scenery and the characters that populate The Sweetness At The Bottom Of The Pie. And, through her, her thoughts and actions, the whole story comes brimming to life with the kind of detail that is also, at times, laugh out loud funny.

There is a great deal of astute and observational humour in this novel, that had me laughing, smirking, and nodding my head with a smile. I felt transported back to another time, and got lost in a 50s English countryside that felt, well, almost familiar to me. The places and setting were all lovingly described, and given their own little quirks as was Buckshaw, the de Luce’s country estate. Each as much a minor character in the story, as were the supporting characters themselves, who added just enough to carry the plot along at a delightful, slow-burn.

This is not a fast-paced, action-packed story, but a gentle bicycle ride through the winding back roads of Village life, its pace and setting reminiscent of a really good Agatha Christie novel. It’s all about the build up, about finding and fitting together the clues. Looking at suspects, making deductions and following ideas and inspiration in the way you imagine a young Sherlock Holmes might do.

This is most definitely Flavia de Luce’s story, and the other characters, including her immediate family, are there in support, and, as such, are not as fully defined in nature. But that isn’t to say they are paper thin, on the contrary, they all pop off the page with their own set of quirks and foibles — from the two older sisters Ophelia and Daphne, to her recluse stamp-collecting father, and his faithful servant and friend, Dogger.

Alan Bradley has created a richly detailed world that feels like it should exist, somewhere within the folds of the English countryside. Not only that, he’s populated a string of villages and homes with just the kind of characters you come to expect, if you’ve read a good Agatha Christie novel. And more, he’s made them all quite unique to this little corner of the world. A world that I’ve fallen in love with, along with the delightful Flavia de Luce and her family. I’m looking forward to seeing what other mysteries and murders Flavia will get involved in, and solve.

Welcome to the world of an 11 year-old Miss Marple, armed with a bicycle named Gladys.

Little Things #3

Another positive week, this week, for happenings, including:

  • In between all the rain we got a couple of really gloriously sunny days. And though the temps never really got passed 20C, I’m not complaining as we were able to get out and about for a couple of walks. 

  • Also finally started reading Shorefall by Robert Jackson Bennett, book 2 in the Foundryside trilogy. And wow, we’re off again on another breakneck adventure battling the forces of evil, in a race against time. Of course!

  • This might not sound like a positive point or something to be happy about, but, let me tell you, getting a call from the hospital to schedule my next CT in advance, for June 12, made me happy. It means I have time to mentally prep, and also get my drugs ahead of time.

  • We binge watched the new Netflix scifi series, The Boroughs, starring Alfred Molina, Alfre Woodard, and Geena Davis (among others) over a couple of nights. Think of it as an OAP version of Stranger Things but condensed down into eight snappy episodes. This is a must-see show.

  • We finally got to the mall to the (relatively) new cinema this Saturday to see The Madalorian & Grogu. Which, of course, was sublime. Plenty of break-neck action, a lot of corny jokes, and even a couple of tender moments between Mando and Grogu. Plus, of course, loved all the cameo appearances.

And you, what small things brought you delight this past week, if anything?