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Author: Alexandra
Bucket Lists
Way back when I was a kid, and travelling to exotic and not so exotic places, I had dreams of travelling on my own, as an adult, and seeing some of the last remaining wonders of the world. I made a bucket list of places I wanted to visit long before there was even such a thing as bucket lists. Sadly, a lot of those places which I have yet to visit, are no longer safe places to go, or even all that desirable given how time and man (in his infinite stupidity) has marched on.
Places like, Ulan Bator (Ulaan Baator, meaning Red Hero), in central Mongolia. The fabled centre of a continent that inspired my childhood imagination of war lords and warriors on horseback roaming the wild plains. It was still on my list up until a few years ago and then, after reading a National Geographic article on what had become of the once beautiful, wild, and pristine area, my heart broke into a thousand tiny pieces.
Pollution from factories spewing unregulated toxins into the atmosphere, and the spread of urban and industrial sprawl, now makes Ulan Bator the world’s most polluted capital on the planet.
Hardly the dream place it once was, or a place to want to visit.
One of the other places I wanted to visit before I kicked the bucket was Machu Picchu. I thought the fabled Inca city was at least still untouched by the ravages of man and time. Well, almost. Deforestation and logging have led to ecosystem degradation and, along with poaching and fires, have reduced this once pristine UNESCO heritage site to something less than it was.
That leaves just a handful of places left on my list, places like Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park, once known as Ayers Rock, in the heartland of Australia. Here at least, this iconic rock formation is being protected and people are no longer allowed to just climb all over Uluru like they use to.
Maybe I’ll get down under one day sooner rather than later. And, if I do, get to see Uluru in all her glory.
And you, what places do you dream of visiting?
And Fire Came Down by Emma Viskic
This is the second book in the Caleb Zelic series and, like Resurrection Bay, is relentless in its pacing as Caleb once again is trust into the centre of a murder mystery. Continuing a few months on from the aftermath of events that took place in book one, Caleb, beset by nightmares, is barely making a go of it and struggling physically and mentally. When, out for a run, he’s approached by a homeless man and given a cryptic note asking for help. Unable to resist, of course, Caleb follows the down-and-out to a dark alley and, everything from there on in goes to hell in a hand basket!
Poor Caleb, you have got to feel for this guy. So well written by Viskic he feels like someone you know or should know—a friend of a friend—he seems so familiar. Fighting the world on several fronts not least of which is battling through an ordinary day dealing with talking people, we get to know so much more about Caleb, and just how hard it is to be deaf in a speaking, hearing world. Viskic does an outstanding job of making us feel and live through Caleb’s eye. And yes, his ears too. Every missed word, every simple situation made all the more difficult by the obstacles he faces.
But Caleb is undaunted by his hearing impairment, and though he struggles, it’s made him who he is, more acutely aware of others in a way we cannot comprehend. And Viskic really reflects this so well in her writing. How he interacts with others and, just as importantly, how they, in turn, interact with him. It’s all so brutally honest.
It’s also both jarring, and so cleverly done. This is what makes for a far more interesting read, because Viskic’s characters are working within this framework, along with us, the reader. Making Caleb one hell of an interesting character never mind he’s determined, stubborn to a fault, and never, but never give up once he’s committed to doing something. In this case, finding out who killed the woman in the red dress.
With plenty of mystery, false leads, any number of ruses and misdirects, Viskic keeps things moving along at a decent pace, and never flags with both the plot, details, or character involvement. Even down to the secondary characters carried over from Resurrection Bay. We’re treated to more details and background, learn more about the community itself, where Caleb grew up, including more involvement with his younger fucked up brother, Ant.
It all makes for a thoroughly absorbing read. I was so invested in what was going on, I read this one in three very nail biting sittings. So determined to find out what was going on, who the killer or, killers, where, and whether or not we’d see Caleb get back together with Kat, his estranged wife.
And Fire Came Down takes on a lot and delivers lightning in a bottle for a second time. Tense, fraught, razor-sharp observations and, as I said, relentless. Caleb takes us on another journey of discovery, both personal and emotionally, as well as thematically. And while the ending ties up a number of threads by the end, it also poses a few more that we just know are going to be answered in the next instalment, in Darkness For Light.
While this might read OK as a standalone, I suggest reading Resurrection Bay first, as it will give more depth and background to the characters, plot, and setting. Never mind, just what makes Caleb tick.
Another outstanding read from beginning to end, I highly recommend this series.
Noise Pollution
Our building is under assault.
It’s not just annual maintenance time. It’s emergency repairs time due to excess flooding. Flooding because we’ve had so much rain this year water has found its way into the sub basement electrical room for our building.
Water and electrics? Not a good mix.
Upshot, the company who own and run our six-building complex of apartment blocks has brought forward a number of building works on our apartment block. And now, we’re under assault on all sides. There is work being done on the roof. Work being done on side walls. Work being done on balconies.
And …
Rather loud, noisy work being done on the front entrance of our building (for the leak, remember). They’re having to removed all the concrete and tarmac at the front in order to access three areas of concern. Which has meant two mini excavators with drill-heads pounding away.
Six hours yesterday. And a projected six hours again today.
I’m sat here wearing my Dr. Dre headphones listening to the Matrix soundtrack in order to drown out the 100+ decibel noise. And yes, we’ve made them aware that the max decibel allowed in a public area is 80. They are having to stop for 10 minutes in every hour now, which means, the work is going to take longer.
All week long. The OH is in the office trying to take zoom calls for work … I wonder how long it will be before they cancel them for the rest of the day?
sigh … I need a coffee brandy… I need a Tylenol.
Primulas
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