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Sep. 16th, 2025 04:43 pm
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I just got this year's covid booster, as a walk-in at CVS. I'm glad I called first, because the CVS closest to our house doesn't have the vaccine; the one where I get most of my prescriptions does.

The pharmacist asked me if I wanted to get the flu vaccine at the same time, so I told her I'm waiting, on my doctor's advice. The actual injection was faster than I expected and didn't hurt much, so that's good.

The pharmacist gave me a coupon for $10 off a $20 purchase (with the usual list of exclusions). Kitchen trash bags were on the shopping list, so I picked those up, then added a box of envelopes and a bottle of dish soap to get the total up to $20. I got home and saw we may have too much dish soap, given limited storage space, but we will use it.

Fun with usernames

Sep. 16th, 2025 03:15 pm
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I just got a kudo on one of my fanfics at AO3. The username of the person was Ash_From_Pallet_Town! (It was not a Pokemon fic.)

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Every field has certain works that everyone working the field is expected to be familiar with. In art history, one of those is Walter Benjamin's 1935 essay "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction."

Every field also has students who make it all the way through their degree program without actually reading those fundamental works. In this case, that would be me. I absorbed the major points of Benjamin's essay from seeing it repeatedly mentioned in other works I read (particularly the idea of the "aura," or as I prefer to call it "the cult of the original") and skipped actually reading it. But when I saw it referenced in Jordan S. Carroll's Hugo Award-winning book Speculative Whiteness: Science Fiction and the Alt-Right (2025, Best Related Work), I decided the time had come to actually read it.

I think it was worth reading. It did have quite a lot on the "aura," which I was already aware of, but it also contained a lot of material on film, surrealism, Dada, Futurism, and the differing ways that art was politicized in fascism and communism. I found the following quote, about the relationship between captions and photographs, and then how this is also related to movies, to be particularly interesting.

[Since the introduction of photography], captions have become obligatory. And it is clear that they have an altogether different character than the title of a painting. The directives which the captions give to those looking at pictures in illustrated magazines soon become even more explicit and more imperative in the film[,] where the meaning of each single picture appears to be prescribed by the sequence of all preceding ones.

ETA: The lines that Carroll was referencing come from the penultimate sentences of Benjamin's essay, where he says "[Mankind's] self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order. This is the situation of politics which Fascism is rendering aesthetic." The ultimate sentence, which Carroll doesn't mention (or at least hasn't so far) is "Communism responds by politicizing art."

Creepy, creepy, creepy

Sep. 16th, 2025 06:14 pm
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‘I love you too!’ My family’s creepy, unsettling week with an AI toy:

Designed for kids aged three and over and built with OpenAI’s technology, the toy is supposed to “learn” your child’s personality and have fun, educational conversations with them. It’s advertised as a healthier alternative to screen time and is part of a growing market of AI-powered toys.

Can we get a very loud UGH?

I thought I'd linked somewhere to the instructive tale of techbro who made, was it an interactive doll or was it a teddybear for his daughter, that would talk to her, and in very short order she turned the thing off and played with it as Ye Kiddyz have played with dolls since dolls were A Thing (Ancient Sumeria???). Can't find it, however.

Anyone else read Harry Harrison's 'I Always Do What Teddy Says'? which also springs to mind, although that is about plot to subvert conditioning via teddy.

The Shattering Peace is Out!

Sep. 16th, 2025 01:43 pm
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Today is the Day! The Shattering Peace, my 19th novel, the seventh book in the Old Man’s War series, and my second novel of the 2025, is finally out in North America in print, ebook and audio (UK, you have two more days to wait for print/ebook. Be strong). It’s received rave reviews in the trades, including receiving starred reviews from Kirkus and Library Journal, and the general consensus so far is that it’s an excellent return to the Old Man’s War series. This makes me happy.

It’s important for me to note that while this is the seventh book in the series, it’s designed to be one that people who have not read the series before can get into. It’s a standalone book (so far) in the universe, and everything readers need to know to enjoy the story is laid out in the first couple of chapters. Newcomers won’t get lost, I promise. For the people who have read previous books in the series, you’ll find some old friends here, as well making some new ones.

You will find The Shattering Peace in literally every bookstore, online and offline, that carries science fiction. Remember also that for the next two weeks I am also on a book tour here in the US; come see if I’ll be near to where you are. Also! If you desire a signed book but my tour dates are not near you, remember you can call any of the bookstores where I’ll be on tour and ask them to have me sign it and then ship it to you. We’ll both be happy to do that. Subterranean Press also has signed copies available, and if you are outside the US, they ship internationally.

I’m very happy with this book and its story and I’m so thrilled that it’s finally out in the world for you all to enjoy. Welcome back to the Old Man’s War universe, and who knows? If enough of you like this one, maybe I’ll write another.

— JS

Spread Me by Sarah Gailey

Sep. 16th, 2025 09:09 am
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If not friend, why friend-shaped?

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2025/145: The Last Dragoners of Bowbazar — Indra Das
“Why won’t you let me remember?” I dared ask.
She blinked. “You deserve to be real in this world. It’s not an easy thing to be stuck between worlds.” But stuck I was, and ever have been. [loc. 286]

Ru George grows up in Calcutta [sic] in the 1990s. He's the child of immigrants, and lives with his grandmother and his parents. Ru's father is a failed fantasy author: his novel The Dragoner's Daughter (about dragonriders on a distant planet using their mounts to traverse multiple realities) sold only 52 copies. Ru's grandmother tells him fantastical stories about his grandfather having started life as a woman (Ru can see the truth of this in old photos). Ru's mother administers the Tea of Forgetting after meals, and before bedtime. 

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Sep. 16th, 2025 09:36 am
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Interviewed by Kat Kimbriel

If you visit the web site Alicia Rasley is in the progress of building, you’ll find links and proposed links to essays she’s written about writing, researching, romance, and the English Regency. (She also writes mysteries, but she hasn’t built a page for that yet.) It’s there that the depth of her dozens of books is revealed. Because Regency romance fans know that the precise dates of Prince George’s rule for his deeply mentally ill father George III were less than a decade.

But Alicia points out something both simple and profound. Prior to the Regency we have two revolutions. First was the American Revolution, where for the first time in many centuries colonies threw off an empire to declare self-rule (and not any self rule—the rule of men, not kings.) Then the French Revolution, where inequality and starvation meant not only overthrowing a king but murdering the aristocratic class.

By the time Prince (eventually king) George dies in 1830, the world has dramatically changed. Democracy, railroads, the Industrial Age sweeping craftsmen to the side, the naval fleets of multiple countries devouring their forests and seeking new raw materials. Cultures are overwhelmed by empires armed with steel and lead, and fight to find footholds in new countries born in both trade and war.

A door opens, and the modern era is launched.

Alicia loves this fifty plus years of history. And she loves great romances. How could she not create wonderful tales of dashing military officers and daring traders, diplomats dealing with the Napoleonic Era, and whether kings continue to rule, but rule without absolute power? Who were the women who loved those men?

Romance! Passion! Duty! And of course a sprinkling of royalty.

Alicia’s first book with Book View Cafe is ROYAL RENEGADE, one of what she calls her South Coast romances. It’s 1811. The Prince is now Regent, Wellington has retaken Portugal, and Napoleon places Russia onto his calendar of conquest. Tatiana, the forgotten Russian princess hidden in the Winter Palace, figures into all their plans.

The novel opens with spirit and grandeur, and with an educated princess who knows who they want her to marry (“That murderer!”) as well as the overwhelming icy beauty of unimaginable wealth, the Winter Palace of the Russian Czar. (You’ll have to read the book to find out her fate!)

Alicia loves to travel, she loves to research, and she wants to bring her readers to the time and place of her stories. After reading Tatiana’s walk through a section of that palace, I wanted to ask Alicia about how she researches her work, what is the prep on each series she creates?

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1) Alicia, your classic Regency romances you’re bringing out this year are a rich blend of both the land and sea events of the Napoleonic Wars, and the diplomacy and skulduggery behind the known news.

How did you build this Regency world? You were born in Virginia and ended up in the Midwest—how did you fall in love with English history?

Well, Virginia fancies itself aristocratic and sort-of English. 😊 We had to take TWO years of Virginia history in school, and for the 150 years before the Revolution, Virginia was like “West Britain”.

Of course, I’m really just a reader, and I came to love history through reading historical novels. I come from a family of readers and travelers. I have 7 siblings, and my parents loved long road trips. You can imagine what driving 3000 miles to California was like with 8 kids. Well, my mother soon realized if she kept us well-supplied with pulp novels and comic books, we’d stop fighting. (Unfortunately, we were too fixated on our reading to do more than look up as we passed the Grand Canyon.) She was great at finding used bookstores in towns along the way, and I got a big supply of romance novels and children’s history stories. I was overjoyed to find a colorful book with drawings of King Arthur’s castle at Tintagel, and that started a lifelong interest in Epic English Edifices.

I just loved reading about England, from King Arthur to those weird British Boarding School novels. In high school, I read the Brontes and Austen. In a used bookstore in Jackson Hole, Wyoming (see what details stuck in my head), I found a whole cache of Georgette Heyer Regencies. I confess, I loved them more than the Austen books. They were just so funny.

When I majored in English, I learned how to read closely and analyze fiction. I was minoring in history, so when I decided to write a novel, I wrote a historical. Or part of one! This early book—I can’t remember the title—featured a Regency-era girl named Tatiana, believe it or not. She was a ballerina. I knew nothing about Russia or ballet, natch. When I resurrected Tatiana from my deep memory sector, I dropped the whole ballet angle. But as I recall, the hero was in the British military, just like Major Devlyn, who finally won Tatiana 2.0.

2) I know you love to travel. Did you go to historical locations from the Regency with your basic plots already in the back of your mind, or did the romances you ended up telling start with what you discovered on your travels?

I went to England first when I was 20, and found my way to Bath. I bought the Penguin editions of Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, and lay in the grass in front of the Royal Crescent and read them. I just knew Miss Austen had trod right across this lawn! Since then, I’ve been back a dozen times, several times with my dear friend and fellow Regency writer Lynn Kerstan. Lynn had a graduate degree in English Lit, so we were both always ready to catch a train to wherever one of us hoped to set a book.

The great advantage of setting historical novels in Britain is… historical Britain is still there. They’re still occasionally excavating Anglo-Saxon gold hordes, and king’s bones (Richard III was found under a parking lot!). So when I happened upon Elham in Kent, and decided I was going to set my “Charity” book there, I could snap pictures of the high street and the Rose and Crown pub and the St. Mary the Virgin churchyard and know Charity had walked through the very same village.

Lynn was a lot more directed than I was in our travels. She decided where she wanted to set a novel, and that’s where we went. I remember one trip where she insisted we go to the Abbotsbury Swannery because she wanted to put a pair of swans in her next book.

I was more likely to fall in love at first sight with a village—like  Elham, and Bincombe in Dorset, where Tatiana eventually settled with Major Devlyn.  Then I would build the book—not just the setting—around this landscape. For example, I’m working on a novella about a romantic interlude at a cricket game near Elham, because that was where cricket started. (Do I know anything about cricket? Uh….)

3) You’ve mentioned you often choose travel destinations because famous authors’ homes and story settings are there, like Dartmoor for Agatha Christie, for example.

Did you do this to see how they were inspired by their surroundings? Because you thought they would be a good springboard for a romance or a mystery? What drew you to those locations?

I think the most moving experience was visiting Chawton, Hampshire, where Jane Austen lived in her last years. It is a pretty cottage, surrounded by lush countryside. She and her sister Cassandra felt themselves fortunate that their rich brother let them live there. Down the road is the brother’s Elizabethan manor house. I couldn’t avoid the realization that she wrote from life when she told about the brother’s financial abandonment of his sisters in Sense and Sensibility. Edward finally did his duty to support his maiden sisters, but too late. Jane’s health was already broken from years of penury while he lived in splendor. (Yes, I’m still vicariously furious with him.)

Agatha Christie’s house was a happier one. This was the reward she gave herself for being the bestselling author in the world. The house is maintained as it was in the 1950s, when she cultivated that garden and wrote her novels on that very typewriter. I walked through the walled garden and down to the boathouse, and suddenly realized—She had set several novels right here in this house! She disguised some of the details, but that boathouse was the scene of a murder in Dead Man’s Folly! And that patio over the river, that’s where the artist Amyas drank the poisoned beer in Five Little Pigs! And that big iron bell—that was the one that rang out to call the ferry over in Ordeal by Innocence! I learned that Agatha Christie was far tougher than I. I would never use my own home as a setting for murder (even a fictional one).

4) Which is first for you—your main characters in your fiction, or first the world, then the people living in it?

I think it’s usually the relationship. I’m most interested in how a couple interacts and what “shape” the relationship takes. Royal Renegade has my most romantic couple. After all, it started as a “Lancelot and Guinevere” homage. Poetic Justice is more of a “meeting of true minds”—two intellectuals who fall in love with each other’s intelligence. The couple in Reluctant Lady are best friends who take five years to finally give in to love.

So the relationship kind of dictates the world and the situation. Obviously in Royal Renegade, the situation has to be epic because it’s based on an epic story, and also, that generates more passion. When they fall in love, they’re putting the future of both their countries at stake, because she’s a pawn in the peace negotiations. So once I figured that out, I chose the point in the Napoleonic War when Russia is most at threat, and Britain is most isolated.

When I wanted that more intellectual couple, I again went high-stakes, but this time in the literary realm. What better English treasure could they seek than the lost play of Shakespeare? (By the way, Lynn Kerstan, a Shakespeare scholar, was the one who alerted me to this lost play when we were walking through Stratford-upon-Avon.)

So the couple comes first, and I bend the world around them!

5) You like to say that there are two types of travelers. What do you mean by that, and how does that dovetail with your stories set in distant places and times?

There are travelers like my niece Jordan Campbell, an early travel influencer, who seems always to be setting off for some completely novel destination. She visited 40 countries before she was forty. Recently she’s gone to unknown places like Patagonia and Mongolia. She just loves breaking new ground.

Then there are travelers like me. I always return to my favorite places. I always want to stay in Fitzrovia when I’m in London, and I’ve gone to the tiny cathedral city of Wells so often I became an honorary member of the local poetry society. (So what if I don’t write poetry? I can recite A. E. Housman and Robert Frost! They’re nice enough to let me get away with that.)

So my stories are usually set in places I know well. And since I discovered that time machine, well, I can return to the Regency time whenever I like!

I think readers fall into a similar binary duality. There are those who read only new books, and those like me who read the same beloved books over and over. (I mean, why take a chance?)

6) I’ve heard rumor of a “Literary Tour of England” you and a writer friend are planning for next year. Can you tell us anything about it, or is it a secret?

I’m hoping to go on an “Authorial Tour of England” next year with Cynthia Furlong Reynolds. We’re going to visit the homes of Dickens and the Brontes and of course Shakespeare. They’re all museums now, so we’ll see them as the authors did. Fortunately, we like all the same authors, so our wish lists match up perfectly.

Trouble is, we have both sworn off driving in Crazy Old England. I used to take my chances on the wrong-way roads, but at our age, it’s just too stressful. So we’re going to have to find the perfect tour company, or maybe hire an Oxford literature professor who doubles as a limo-driver.

7) What fiction are you working on right now? Do you work on more than one story at a time?

I do work on more than one at a time, but not in an efficient way. I write one until I get stuck, then go to the other one. Right now, I’m returning to Tatiana and Major Devlyn, 15 years older. Years ago, I wrote a Regency mystery novel with another Russian heroine, Natasha. Suddenly it occurred to me that I should connect these two ladies, so I had Natasha mention that she had a cousin in England who had lived with her family for a few months in 1801.

That was all I needed to set up the two cousins meeting 25 years later to solve a murder. I haven’t figured out who murders whom and what they have to do with the Russian cousins. I do know that Tatiana, though outwardly welcoming, wants no reminders of Russia and resists becoming fond of Natasha. But you know, solving a murder is a great way to deepen a friendship!

I’m also working away at an episodic novel, kind of the origin story of a man who becomes a British spymaster in the war against Napoleon. That starts in 1792. So these books’ settings bracket the Regency, which is why I’m doing my website on the “Romantic Revolutionary Regency era.” The excitement of that turn-of-the-century can’t be confined to just the 15 years of the official Regency.

8) You have nonfiction books in print on learning to write well. Do you have anything more you want to say on composition and how fiction differs from nonfiction? Would some of your shorter works on specific areas of writing make a good omnibus? 

In my day job, I teach composition to college students, and I’ve also turned my writing books into a series of fiction-plotting courses. I’m as much a teacher as a writer, and I love analyzing different aspects of writing, from structure and theme to sentences and word choice.

What I think I’m best at is teaching writers structure. The difference is that structure in non-fiction, or at least academic non-fiction, is logically ordered. You structure that research paper or that how-to book to build a framework of ideas in a logical sequence.

But fiction can be better structured thematically, on the development of themes through the interaction of the characters and the plot. So when I coach a story writer, I try to determine what the major themes and patterns are in their story, and suggest ways to use them as plot “tent poles”. So if a major theme is “trust”, the story could start with a scene of the main character being betrayed by someone she trusts. Then in the middle, there could be another issue of trust (maybe distrusting someone trustworthy), and the end could have a scene where trusting the right person helps resolve the plot problem. Without changing hardly any of the events of the plot, the author can deepen the coherence and connectivity of the story by developing that theme in major scenes.

It’s always easier to see that in someone else’s story!

9) I’ve heard that you have an incredible reference library you have picked up prowling in used bookstores worldwide. Do you have favorite research books you return to?

Lynn and I always tried to make a trip to the Welsh town Hay-on-Wye, the “used bookstore capital of the world.” I got a lot of my research books there—the 4-volumes of Churchill’s A History of the English-speaking Peoples,  3-volume biographies of both Wellington and Napoleon, Charles Oman’s magisterial History of the Peninsular War. When I started the origin story of the spymaster, I went rooting around in my bookcases and found four books on British espionage.

But my favorite are the cultural history books like Everyday English Life and The Grand Tour and Gentleman’s Clubs of London, Ackermann’s Cartoons of London Life. No, really, my favorite are the house books—Castles and Cottages. British Country Houses.

I really need to de-clutter. I’ve given away hundreds of novels, but I just can’t let go of my research books! Yes, we now have Google, but Google has no discernment. A writer of great learning and insight can take those bare facts about what battle was fought where and when, and weave them into a tapestry that incorporates universal conflicts and emotions into a human chronicle, not just a chronology.

10) What would you recommend, both to readers who love the same periods of history as you do, and to writers who want to make sure that the support beams holding up their fictional historical houses are sound construction?

I’d suggest figuring out the themes and patterns, not just of the characters and plot events, but of the setting. This time and place—what were the cultural currents? What were the conflicts deeply embedded in the society? In Regency England, social class was an inescapable theme. In the new United States at the same time, “the frontier” was both the promise and the threat that tantalized the citizens.

So what can you do with that, what does the theme mean, and what about the obverse? For example, in Regency England, I can’t help but notice that most of the creative and intellectual energy was in the upper-middle-class, not the landed gentry. The best writers and thinkers and inventors weren’t aristocrats, but rather the children of shopkeepers and solicitors prosperous enough to educate them but not enough to spoil them. So a Regency writer can show that this was a time when “upstarts” could lead the technological and artistic transformations—the poet John Keats,  Richard Trevithick (the railroad inventor) and Fanny Kemble (of the great acting family).  I have a physician character who marries into the aristocracy and is knighted for his military service, but never stops making reverse-snobby observations about the wastrel nobility. That’s exploring the setting’s central theme by observing it “slant”, as Emily Dickinson would call it.

So what is a central theme of this time and place, and how does it affect the characters?  That’s what I’d ask an author.

11) Did you say on a group list a while back that you’re writing a travel guide on small and medium towns in the Midwest? And the guide is especially to answer the question “Do you want to live in a small town? Retire in one?” (I could have SO used your book seven years ago, and boy, could we talk about things I didn’t consider before I moved.)

I’d love to hear about your experience!  Yes, every weekend my husband and I go to another small town in Indiana (‘the most boring state in the country’). We’ve seen 200, and are writing up our observations about the history and culture and livability of the most interesting towns. With so many people able to work remotely, they might well consider moving to a great town with cheap real estate and community spirit.

We both grew up in small towns, but grew into city people (Chicago and Indianapolis). And we have to think about what you mentioned, the things to consider BEFORE you fall in love with that lovely Victorian mansion just ripe for restoration in that cute town. Like—where is the nearest hospital with an ICU? 40 miles away? Uh-oh.

And this little town of 400 set near the national forest might seem like a great rural area to raise children… but those children are all too soon going to be teenagers and resent you for imprisoning them in a place without a McDonald’s.

We’ve determined that county seats and college towns often combine the amenities and culture of a city with the warmth and quaintness of a small town. Right now, my favorite is New Albany, a beautiful old river town just across the Ohio from Louisville (several great hospitals!) with fully restored Victorian houses going for less than $400K. I’d move there in a minute, except it would take me 5 years to de-clutter and weed through all my many research books!

12) What do you wish that some interviewer would ask you, but no one ever does? Now’s the time to share!

Hmm—I think, “What wouldn’t you write about?”

I wouldn’t write about my own life. For one thing, my mother would come back and haunt me if I put her in one of my books. And you know, truth is, my life has been too dull. I’d be an inferior heroine. The hero would come by on his white horse and offer to sweep me away, and I’d say, “No, thanks. I still have 14 years of ‘Midsomer Mysteries’ on my watch list!’

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We’re so happy Alicia Rasley has joined Book View Cafe. Alicia’s BVC Bookshelf is over here. https://bookviewcafe.com/bvc_author/alicia-rasley/

Her evolving web site is https://www.aliciarasley.com/ . This is where Alicia is building a library of articles she’s written about the Regency period in England, and fascinating essays on things like Regency games of chance and even Regency cocktails.

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Poetic Justice by Alicia RasleyPoetic Justice
Lords of the South Coast Book 2
by Alicia Rasley

Outlaw John Dryden has always been an enigma, and now he needs an heiress to help solve the ultimate puzzle of his life.

A renegade rare-books dealer and a heiress-in-waiting must embark on a sham betrothal for the loftiest of literary aims– to prove that Shakespeare really was… Shakespeare.

John Dryden is on the trail of the greatest acquisition of his checkered career– a play manuscript written in Shakespeare’s own hand. Between him and his prize is an obsessed librarian who wants to destroy it… and the heiress who can lead him to it, but only if he’s willing to risk his life, his freedom, and his loner’s heart.

Lords of the South Coast Book 2

REVIEW
Poetic Justice (is) extremely enjoyable with a perfect blend of adventure, humor and romance.
-Nonesuch Reviews

AWARDS
Romantic Times Certificate of Excellence

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Had she a choice, Alicia Rasley would be living in an English village in 1816, writing with a quill pen, and solving mysteries. Unfortunately, she actually lives in Indiana in the 21st Century, types on a laptop, and teaches college students the mysteries of grammar. Her books have received numerous awards, including the RITA for Best Regency Novel.

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Chapter One

And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.
The Tempest, V, i

April 1818

Guilt was an unfamiliar emotion for Captain John Dryden. Indeed, those who knew him best would scoff that he might be ashamed at a triumph like this. But here he was, standing in a broken-marbled foyer, holding the prize of prizes, wanting to give it back.

The little nun in her threadbare brown habit kept thanking him for the dozen gold pieces, which would, she assured him, fix the leaky roof and re-gild the crucifix in the chapel. She even slung a satchel full of honey-cakes over his shoulder, warning, “Now do not get the dust from that old book on Sister Penelope’s cakes.” And she sent him on his way with a heartrendingly sincere, “God bless you, my son, for your goodness.”

It was enough to make a sinner repent. But John couldn’t afford repentance. Instead he stuck a gold coin in the poor-box at the door, earning another “Oh, God bless you, sir!” from the nun, and exited into the blazing Greek afternoon.

His horse waited under a drooping tree as John wrapped the dusty old book in linen and then in oilcloth, his fingers lingering on the gold-tooled border design. He slipped it into the saddlebag. It is not as if I’ve done anything illegal this time, John told himself, untying the reins and mounting. It was not even immoral.

His father’s favorite Biblical verses echoed again in his head, about the need for good stewards, about the tending of the vines, about the virtue of sharp business practices. He might even have approved of his elder son, for a change, had he lived long enough.

But the sweet little nun was standing in the doorway, her hand waving in farewell, and to escape her gratitude, John spurred Malta. The horse sensibly resisted the command to gallop and settled into a mincing gait more appropriate for the steep path down the mountain. This cautious descent gave John time to debate the morality of bilking a nun.

He had told her that the book was valuable and asked her to name her price. And she had giggled like a girl, her plain face radiant with hope, and whispered a shockingly low sum. He had gone so far as to suggest that she might want to consult an antiquarian in Athens (reserving for himself the first purchase rights) before selling. But she was already aghast at her own effrontery, asking so many drachmae for a dirty old book used as a doorstop in the convent library. And without disclosing the name of his client, John could not convince her that her doorstop might be a prince’s treasure. Besides, Greek was not one of his better languages, so whenever he made his protests, she mistook his meaning and lowered her price. He finally had to shove the gold into her hands before she forced him to rob her blind.

Fortunately, on the path below, a cloud of dust appeared to divert John from these useless regrets. Monsignor Franco Alavieri emerged from the cloud, standing up in his stirrups, flogging his dispirited horse, cursing in a fluent, unpriestly way. John glanced back up the mountain to the ancient convent, a pile of rocks on top of a pile of rocks, the sun just sliding down behind it, and felt the first glimmer of triumph. He had beaten the Vatican by three hours.

Alavieri halted with his whip in midair when he saw his rival. Then he sat down heavily in his saddle. “Captain Dryden. Imagine meeting you here.” His sarcasm carried clearly in the dry mountain air. “I take it my ordeal with this foolish nag has been for naught.”

“I fear so.” John was glad to switch to flowing Italian, which had none of the awkward archaic constructions of the nun’s Greek. Fortunately, Alavieri was a modern priest and did not insist on speaking Latin outside the Vatican City. John’s village school education hadn’t prepared him to trade silken insults in Latin.

He reined in Malta a few feet away and appraised Alavieri’s dreary horse with an expert eye. “You are so seldom blessed in your mounts, Monsignor. You might think of shipping your own, and then, perhaps, we might have a better race to the finish line.”

Alavieri was eyeing John’s saddlebags, and John instinctively felt in his pocket for the knife he always carried and had so far used mostly to cut string on parcels of books and statues. But the monsignor forced a good-natured laugh and wiped the sweat off his face, leaving a dirty streak behind. “Come, Captain. Let us descend and find a taverna. I will buy you a drink while you regale me with your tale of victory.”

The nearest taverna was a hot, dusty mile down the mountain, and when they finally arrived, John wanted to call for ouzo and gulp it like a glass of cold milk. But he needed his wits about him. He chose a rickety table next to a window, so that the rays of the afternoon sun filtered through the dust and illuminated the tabletop. He set his saddlebag under the table and kept his foot on it and his eyes on Alavieri’s hands as they gesticulated over the ouzo mugs. The monsignor was a subtle sort, ungiven to overt violence, but rumor had it the big ruby ring on his blessing hand contained a little poison ampule.

Alavieri was not a Borgia after all. He kept his hands to himself and his poison ring closed, and he never even asked to see the manuscript he had come so far to attain. In fact, he was all that was gracious, as they exchanged news about the rare-book trade and discreet queries about each other’s major client. “That regent prince of yours, I hear he has become a collector.” He beckoned to the barman to replenish John’s drink.

“Has he?” John covered his mug with his hand, and the barman departed, leaving the jug of ouzo behind. “He has a fine collection of classical art, I hear.” In fact, John had purchased much of that art for the Regent, and had recently persuaded him to rebuild the King’s decimated rare-books library. None of this was a secret, for the Regent was given to public pronouncements about his art purchases. But John was elusive by nature, and did not want Alavieri to pin him down. “And the Vatican. Unfortunate that the Aquinas portfolio turned out to be a forgery.”

Alavieri muttered a blasphemy, then glanced around to make sure the barman was not eavesdropping. His voice dropped so low John had to strain to hear it. “His Holiness was too eager for it. I knew it was false, from the first, but he never listens, you know. It said what he always wanted Aquinas to have said, so it needs must be authentic.”

John leaned closer, almost forgetting to keep one eye on his companion’s hands as Alavieri poured them both another drink. Forgery was fascination for him, and Alavieri was one of the world’s experts on detection. “Was it a modern forgery? Fritz Muller, perhaps?”

“No, no, Muller could not have done it!” Alavieri slammed his mug down on the table, all aesthetic affront now. “Martin Luther he will forge, but to forge Aquinas he would have to read him, and that would require work! He is the laziest of the bunch, though his technique of aging paper—No. It was an old forgery, within a century of Aquinas’s death, I think. Some renegade group of priests must have sponsored it, for the theology was appallingly radical.” He fell silent, no doubt recollecting that the pope had found the forgery’s theology compelling. “I’ve kept it in my collection of falsities. Come back to Rome with me, and I will show you how I discovered the methods used.”

It was tempting. But in the week or so it would take to sail to Rome, Alavieri would have a hundred chances to nab the Jerusalem Manuscript. “Some other time, perhaps. I’ve got to deliver the goods to my client, and conduct some business in London. But I mean to winter in Rome, so I shall certainly pay you a visit then.”

If you haven’t been excommunicated by then, he added silently as he called for the bill, and Alavieri, the gracious host, pulled out his heavily laden purse.

“Ah, yes, I came prepared,” he said in answer to John’s unspoken question. “I am carrying even more in my belt. I would have paid upwards of five hundred British pounds for the Jerusalem. How much did you pay—no, do not break my heart. I can tell it was a pittance.”

After the tavernkeeper had disappeared back into the kitchen, the monsignor pulled out his watch and peered at it. Still seated at the scarred table, he said all in a rush, “Wait! Stay long enough to finish your drink. Besides, I have something that might interest you.” Rapidly, before John could get away, he set his satchel on the table. “I found it in the library of one of your English eccentrics—an old actor, a friend of Garrick’s. It is a prompt book of King Lear. Annotated for the director, perhaps by the playwright himself. I brought it, in fact, knowing that we would probably meet this way.”

John had risen to go; a lifelong sailor, he was ever mindful of the tide, now reaching its crest. But this sat him right down again. Original stage scripts of Shakespearian plays were very rare, having received hard use by their earliest owners, the actors and directors at London theatres. Most that survived would have been destroyed in the great London Fire half a century after the Shakespeare’s death. Even when one turned up years ago in the attic of a provincial theatre, no one claimed it bore the notes of Shakespeare himself.

“I might indeed be interested.”

The monsignor yanked his satchel open, rummaged through it, and brought out a small parcel. “Interested enough to trade? After all, the prince—I mean, your client—would surely find the Bard’s work more attractive than that of a strange heretical sect.”

“According to your superior, Monsignor, the prince himself, not to mention the Bard, belongs to a strange heretical sect.” When Alavieri only looked blank, John added, “The Church of England. You remember. We broke off centuries ago. Before Shakespeare’s time, in fact.”

Alavieri dismissed this with a wave. “No hard feelings, I assure you. Indeed, I have always considered Shakespeare a secret papist. It is all here in Lear, the desire for pomp and mystery, the ritual beauty, the patriarchal authority.”

John looked down at his hands. They were flexing of their own accord, impatient to hold the prompt book still hidden away in the leather parcel. Lear. Fortune, good night, smile once more; turn thy wheel. Could two such discoveries in one day be possible? The Jerusalem, Shakespeare’s own hand? “Well, Shakespeare is like the Bible, I think. We all see what we please to see, and we all find evidence to support our interpretation.”

More heresy, but Alavieri only shrugged and slid the book out and across the table to John. It was tied with string, pressed between two pieces of thin board, and John had to grit his teeth to keep his hands from trembling as he undid the knot. He knew immediately the quarto-sized book was old enough and dog-eared enough to have been used in Shakespeare’s day, and just for an instant he let his resistance slip. William Ireland, the notorious Shakespeare forger of the last century, had no hand in this—he was not adept enough. It was made of cheap paper, sloppily bound in just a sheet of parchment, handsewn in heavy thread with quarter-inch stitches along the left border. The title was scrawled in faded ink across the front: “King Lear,” no author specified.

With cautious fingers he opened to the first page. The script was handwritten, in a hand more precise than its presentation warranted, tightly bunched on the small page but clear and easily read. And there were the immortal words of the mortal poet, the oddly prosaic opening to the most wrenching of plays: I thought the king had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.

He turned through the pages, his gaze catching on familiar lines—”Why brand us thus, with base? bastardy? base, base?”—blotted words, crossed-out passages. Of course, it was the notes in the margin that compelled his attention. In a different ink, a less careful hand, the marginalia offered stage directions, alternative wordings, oblique comments. Reverently, as if it were a woman, he touched the harsh stroke crossing out some offending line. It was extraordinary, that stroke, so august, so authoritative, so authorial.

Unfortunately, not so authentic.

“What value do you put on this, Monsignor?”

“As I said, perhaps we can arrange a trade.”

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This hotel has given me my own patio, and look! I’ve also updated the operating system on my Mac! Truly, this is book tour is off to an auspicious start. It is also currently 102 degrees, but only 98 degrees in the shade, so that’s something, I suppose.

Tonight! I’m at the Poisoned Pen bookstore here in Scottsdale, and I’ll start doing my thing tonight at 7pm. If you’re in or near Scottsdale and Phoenix, please come say hello to me. I would love to see you.

Tomorrow! I’ll be at Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park, Washington (that’s just north of Seattle). That will also be at 7pm! Come on down.

Okay, now I’m going back into the air conditioning .

— JS

Art interpretation for vampires

Sep. 15th, 2025 09:26 pm
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I have this giant painting I bought second-hand years ago. It’s a print on canvas called “Before Nightfall” and when I first saw it I was like, “I love how ambiguous this painting is” and the guy selling it was like, “Yeah, why is she catching a bird in a wedding dress?” and I wasContinue reading "Art interpretation for vampires"
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For about five years now, I have absolutely loved the music of Mystery Skulls. It was only recently that I learned Mystery Skulls is actually just one guy named Luis Dubuc, and he’s the singer, songwriter, and producer behind it all. While I would largely describe the music as EDM, it honestly has such a unique sound to it that’s very unlike a lot of other electronic music I’ve heard before.

To me, Mystery Skulls’ music is more approachable than a lot of electronic music. With plenty of awesome lyrics and vocals, it is something I would show to someone who isn’t super into EDM already.

Back in May, I learned that Mystery Skulls was going on tour, and would be performing in Columbus in September. I immediately bought two VIP tickets, one for me and one for the friend that introduced me to Mystery Skulls in the first place.

I know I’ve mentioned it a ton of times before, but I am really not a concert person. I hate loud noises, don’t really like live music all that much, and I’m not fond of crowds. I’d rather just jam to my music by myself at the volume I prefer and not pay a ton of money for it.

All that being said, I had the most amazing time at the Mystery Skulls concert, and it was pretty much the best concert I’ve ever been to. My friend and I had so much fun!

The concert was held at Skully’s Music Diner in the Short North area of Columbus. I’d never heard of the venue before, but that makes sense considering I literally just said I don’t like live music (generally).

I loved this venue. It’s a bit of a smaller place, with two bars, a standing room area in front of the stage, and a balcony area. It’s got a dive bar vibe but with a stage. The bathroom really sealed the deal for me, with one of the two stalls having a broken lock, and the other one having a shower curtain instead of a door. At least the floor wasn’t sticky! I was very impressed by that.

So, I’m sure you’re all wondering what the VIP tickets included. At $85 dollars a piece, you got early entry for a meet-and-greet, where you got to talk to Luis and get a photo with him. I declined a photo and he asked if I was in witness protection program, which I found very amusing. After that, everyone got in line for a turn to play a round of Street Fighter with him in a one-on-one battle. I also declined this opportunity, as I suck at those type of fighting games and didn’t want to embarrass myself.

Plus, we got merch bags! A reusable bag with a cool lanyard and a VIP card that Luis signed when we met him, and a RFID card that unlocks early access to an album he’s planning to release in 2026.

So, how was the show? Well, there was an opener, and I don’t know about y’all, but I have never liked an opener at any concert I’ve attended. That was NOT the case here. The opener of the evening was NITE, two twin brothers from Texas with some of the coolest, dark-synth dance music. Like a gothic electronic vibe. It reminded me of if you were having a Stranger Things themed dance party.

I seriously loved every song they played, and they were so fun to watch perform. They really got the crowd hype for the main event. I highly recommend checking out some of their music, and I’ll leave two here for you that I particularly enjoyed:

Aside from NITE being a banger opener, Mystery Skulls kept the energy up the whole time, never slowing down or letting the vibes slip away for even a second. It was amazing to hear all my favorites, plus some new stuff that was special to the tour, and everything was seamlessly remixed together into an awesome blend of never-ending dance. Not to mention the light show was killer.

I know you’re probably at the edge of your seat waiting for me to share some of my favorite songs, so I shan’t keep you waiting any longer.

First up, we have my all-time favorite of his: “Ghost.” This is the first song I ever heard from Mystery Skulls, so it’s nearest and dearest to my heart.

very close second place song would be “Hellbent.”

For a more funky fresh vibe, I recommend “Freaking Out.”

And for a more clubby, EDM vibe, I recommend “Losing My Mind.”

There’s so many songs of his that are great but I won’t spam you with all of the ones I like.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you about the very interesting and surprisingly in-depth animations that feature Mystery Skulls’ songs, and are the very thing that my friend sent me to begin with.

While these animations don’t actually have anything to do with the music or Luis himself, the series features several of his songs and is inspired by the music.

The series, called Mystery Skulls Animated, starts with “Ghost,” and introduces us to a Scooby-Doo-esque crew who come across a haunted mansion. But things aren’t quite as they first appear.

There were tons of people at the concert in Columbus wearing merch of this animated series, and pretty much everyone I talked to at the concert had seen the animations, too. So while they’re not canon in any capacity, they are huge in the Mystery Skulls fandom itself.

I won’t link all the videos in this post since I’m mainly just here to tell you about the concert, Mystery Skulls, and NITE, but if you want to see the rest of them, here’s an in-order playlist for you.

These animations are absolutely wild and it’s so cool to see the skill and talent progress over the several years they’ve been released. Honestly I loved revisiting these for this post.

So, there you have it! My adventure to Columbus for the Mystery Skulls concert was a huge success, and I’m so happy my friend and I got to see a musician we love perform. I think I’m starting to realize I don’t hate concerts as much as I thought I did, and am mainly not a big fan of huge arena type concerts with 50,000 people and mega-screens you watch the performers on because you’re so far back that they look like a speck on the stage.

What’d you think of the songs? Are you an avid concert-goer? Let me know in the comments, be sure to follow Mystery Skulls and NITE on Instagram, and have a great day!

-AMS

Futtock-shroudery

Sep. 15th, 2025 07:22 pm
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Or, do the details matter?

Concede that sometimes they do, cue here whingeing from me and from others about historical inaccuracies anent the rules of succession, the laws on divorce, etc, which have completely undermined our belief in the narrative we were reading.

But exchange earlier today on bluesky about specific time/place cultural references, do they throw you out -

At which I was, have I not read books involving baseball, and, on reflection, elaborate gambling scams, and I do not understand these at all, but this does not interfere with my enjoyment of the story. Possibly we do need to feel that the author knows what they're writing about and is not commiting solecisms on the lines of 'All rowed fast, but none so fast as stroke' - though apparently this is apocryphal.

I also felt that when I was reading that Reacher novel the other day that perhaps we had a leeeetle more detail than we really required about his exact itinerary whenever he went anywhere - the street-by-street perambulations in NYC, for ex. I am sure one could trace them exactly on a map, and any one-way systems were correctly described, and the crossings in the right place.

Which is sort of the equivalent of where I got 'futtock-shroudery' from, which was reading Age of Sail novels with Alot of period nautical terminology. (On the whole I though O'Brian got the balance on this right.)

There has been a certain amount of querying expressed in the Dance to the Music of Time discussions about some of the significance of parts of London invoked by Nick Jenkins, which is not just geography but Class (there was at least one passage where I was getting strong Nancy Mitford's Lady Montdore dissing on Kensington vibes), connotations of bohemianism, etc.

Sometimes the detail is load-bearing. But often it's not, particularly.

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100 lair entries in two succinct pages apiece, from Aboleth's Sunken Lair to Wyvern's Nest.

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The Big Idea: Ian Randal Strock

Sep. 15th, 2025 04:38 pm
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To Oxford comma, or to not Oxford comma? That is the question. Thankfully, author Ian Randal Strock is here with some answers. Or, at the very least, plenty of research about punctuation throughout history that he’s organized into his new book, Punctilious Punctuation.

IAN RANDAL STROCK:

As all the best arguments do, it started with something very, very small. In this case, it was a comma.

Specifically, I wrote an article for the Mensa Bulletin marking the centennial of Isaac Asimov’s birth. [Footnote 1] My first job in science fiction was as the editorial assistant at Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine (and also Analog), so I met Isaac my second day on the job. Of the day we met, I wrote an amusing anecdote, and noted that “We laughed, and were friends for three years” (that is, the last three years of his life).

The editor removed the comma, and when I questioned that decision, he said, “Two dependent clauses/compound predicate so no comma is needed.” I disagreed… emphatically. To my mind, the use of the comma means: “we laughed briefly, and after that incident, we were friends for the next three years.” Without the comma, to me, it means: “we laughed for three years and we were friends for three years.” We did not laugh for three years.

The editor, however, was operating under the strict interpretation of the Associated Press Stylebook, which seems to be waging its battle against punctuation (a carry-over, perhaps, from its use for newspapers, in which saving typographical space is of paramount importance). That, too, is why the serial (or Oxford) comma has all but disappeared from news reporting.

The article in question, however, was not a newspaper report in which saving column inches was a desperate need. And I still feel the loss of that comma (but he’s the editor, so what he says goes [just wait until he writes something that I publish <insert evil grin here>]).

That interaction got me thinking about punctuation in general, and about the need for punctuation, and the wonderful things writers can do with punctuation when using it properly, and the horrible things e e cummings did to us with his minimal use of punctuation and majuscules. Punctuation, in written language, serves the same purpose as vocal inflection and body language in spoken language. Without it, we’re communicating on a flat plane. With it, we’re communicating in three dimensions.

As a science fiction writer, it may be ironic to note that I’m not an early adopter of every new thing that comes along: I still listen to CDs in my car; I maintain my unshakeable faith in the primacy of WordPerfect; and I won’t eat red or blue M&Ms. With a similar tenacity, I couldn’t let that comma go.

I researched the history of commas, and punctuation in general, and found Florence Hazrat (a Fellow at the University of Sheffield), and her article “A History of Punctuation” [Footnote 2], in which she writes, “In the broad sense, punctuation is any glyph or sign in a text that isn’t an alphabet letter. This includes spaces, whose inclusion wasn’t always a given: in classical times stone inscriptions as well as handwritten texts WOULDLOOKLIKETHIS—written on scrolls, potentially unrolling forever.” Continuous script seems to arise from the use of writing merely as record of speech, rather than a practice in itself. And since we’re hardly aware of the infinitesimal pauses we make between words when speaking—other than William Shatner [Footnote 3] and certain other enunciators—it isn’t obvious to register something we do and perceive unconsciously with a designated sign that is a non-sign: blank space.

Perhaps the main use of writing in Ancient Greece and Rome was for people giving lectures and political speeches, not publishing books. Before making their speeches, orators would work on their texts, using whatever symbols and marks would remind them which were long and short syllables, where to pause for rhetorical effect and breathing, and so on. There was as yet no such thing as reading at first sight.

This personal writing without punctuation lasted for hundreds of years, before writing slowly became standardized as a form of communication unto itself. And with that growth came the need to punctuate.

And as many science fiction writers do, I quickly fell down that research rabbit hole. Before I knew it, I had enough information to give an hour-long lecture on the subject, tinged with my own brand of humor. And then, because I’d put so much effort into it, I did even more research, theorizing, and writing, and turned it into a book. So yes, this entire book exists because I had an argument over a comma.

And by the way: serial commas rule!

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Footnotes:

Footnote 1: “Isaac Asimov: Remembering the Literary Icon I Worked With” by Ian Randal Strock. Published in the November/December 2019 issue of the Mensa Bulletin. Available at https://www.us.mensa.org/read/bulletin/features/isaac-asimov-writer-polymath-chemist-mensan/

Footnote 2: “A History of Punctuation,” by Florence Hazrat, Aeon, Septmber 3, 2020. https://aeon.co/essays/beside-the-point-punctuation-is-dead-long-live-punctuation

Footnote 3: See, for example, “Is William Shatner’s Signature Speech Style Fake?” by Robin Zabiegalski, published February 1, 2021, on Heavy.com. In the article, Shatner is quoted as saying that “each person’s speech style [is] their own personal ‘music’.” https://heavy.com/entertainment/star-trek/william-shatner-signature-speech-style-fake/

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