The book I read this week is a little unusual; it is a Western. I’ve read them, of course. I’ve read many Louis L’Amour. I met Terrance McCauley at the Rensselaer Library. He writes both mysteries and westerns.
I really enjoyed this tale of Sheriff Mackey. Forced to shoot a group of saloon rats and planting them in “Mackey’s garden”, the Sheriff raises the ire of both the local banker who is planning a deal with a railroad baron and also a psychopathic killer. He is determined to punish Mackey for killing his buddies. The bullets fly. Definitely escapist literature.
I’m sure the overwhelming response is black. After all, dark hair and eyes are consistent with Mediterranean coloring. What then, does one make of Apollo, whose hair was a golden blond? When I asked my Greek guide several years ago why Apollo was supposed to have blond hair, she replied that his hair fit in with his role as the sun god.
Fast forward a few years and a lot more research. It turns out that, although blond hair was uncommon, it was not that unusual. Some of the ancient pottery depicts warriors with blond hair and Achilles in fact was supposed to be fair. Another famous blond – Helen of Troy. She literally was fair. They were not the only ones.
DNA evidence confirms that although the prevailing hair colors were black and dark brown, blond and red hair were not unknown. Partly that was due to contact with people from the steppes.
My takeaway: people have always traveled from place to place, intermarrying with local populations. We are all mutts.
I hope to see everyone at the Cohoes Public Library this Saturday, 11 – 4.
Although I read a mystery this week, I also read a tween novel by Gordon Korman. It was recommended by two eleven year olds.
Jett Baranov is the spoiled son of a tech billionaire and Doctors Without Borders mother who is always traveling. His last display of acting out gets him sent to Oasis, a vegetarian, unplugged camp, along with his long suffering minder Matt.
Jeff is immediately determined to get kicked out, as he has several other camps. He breaks into the office and steals his phone back, using it to order a hovercraft and some other items. But he is not thrown out and his father refuses to intervene.
The discovery of a small lizard named Needles brings Jett into a small group who hide and feed the creature and bond with one another.
But something is not right at Oasis. Who lives in the mansion outside of town and what is he hiding?
Funny and with one plot twist after another. Highly recommended.
Now for a change of pace; Blood Sisters by Vanessa Lillie.
Syd Walker shakes the dust of Oklahoma off her feet as soon as she can, although she becomes an archeologist working for the BIA (Bureau of Indian Affairs). As a child, she was traumatized when two men broke into a trailer and threatened Syd, her sister and best friend Luna. Syd shoots one of the men dead. The other, Luna and her parents are thought to have burned up in the trailer. Syd experiences recurring bad dreams and her sister, although rescued, gets into drugs.
But now Syd has been drawn back to search for her sister who has gone missing. A skull with Syd’s badge has been placed in a tree. Although not Emma Lou, it is the skull of a missing girl.
On the advice of a friend, I read The End of Everything by Victor Davis Hanson.
This is quite different from the novels I usually read.
Hanson takes four societies – Thebes, Carthage, Constantinople and Tenochtitlan – to discuss war and obliteration. His central thesis is that, through naïveté and foolish confidence, some societies are utterly annihilated. Thebes, for example, was destroyed by Alexander the Great, Carthage by the Romans, Constantinople by the Ottomans and Tenochtitlan by Cortez.
Both Thebes and Constantinople believed (foolishly according to Hanson) their walls and fortifications would protect them. Carthage did not realize Rome still held a grudge for a previous war. And in Tenochtitlan, the Aztecs were more interested in capturing their enemies for sacrifice to their Gods than killing them. The Spanish, trained soldiers all, mowed the Aztecs down with their superior armor and weaponry despite their much smaller numbers. The winners then felt they had a right to totally destroy the society, apparently because the loser didn’t just give up.
Although he doesn’t pull this out of his central argument, my takeaway is that each of these societies were destroyed by an invader/conquorer. Although the Aztecs were vastly outmatched by the steel armor and the guns of the Spanish, in the other three cases the military technology was roughly even.
Then my question would be: Should the early American colonists have given up in the face of Great Britain’s might? True, there were factors that gave the early Americans an edge (the distance across the Atlantic, British military tactics that remained unchanged against the guerrilla warfare practiced by the Americans, and the entry of the French on the American side) but we were vastly outmatched. We withdrew from Vietnam, despite our superior military power. And should Ukraine fold and allow Putin and Russia to sweep over them?
Don’t forget! I’ll be at the Rensselaer Public Library this Saturday from 1 to 3. Six authors will discuss their works, answer questions and sign books.
Since it is Halloween, I thought I’d discuss Hecate. By Shakespeare’s time – in fact, long before, Hecate was a witch, a powerful dark force. The three Weird Sister answer to her calling on her for help and suffering from her wrath.
But in Ancient Greece, Hecate was not a witch. She was a Goddess, not a child of Zeus, but, like Dionysus, a divinity far older than even the Mycenaeans. She could slip easily between the world of the living and the world of the dead. When Hades took Persephone, Demeter asked Hecate to find her daughter, which Hecate did, locating Persephone in the Underworld.
Hecate, triple bodied, was the goddess of the crossroads, and, by extension, of boundaries. Her eyes could see into the souls of me and her torch was brighter than the moon. Since she was not a witch, she did not rely on magic or spells. (She evolved into a witch throughout the centuries.)
Hecate is usually represented holding torches, a key or snakes. That suggests to me that her roots go all the way back to Minoan times and the Priestess for whom snakes were divine. Her frequent companion was a large black dog. Together they were so fearsome that when she went to Hades, even the spirits of the dead stepped aside.
This week I read Premeditated Myrtle by Elizabeth C. Bunce.
This was an Edgar Award winner in the Children’s category. It reminded me strongly of the Enola Holmes books and Alan Bradley’s Flavia de Luce series. Here’s an interesting fact. Although all the protagonists are young girls (opinionated and very bright, it goes without saying), the Bradley mysteries are considered adult while the Enola Holmes and Myrtle Hardcastles are classed as children’s lit.
Myrtle is a bright twelve year-old with an obsession for criminal justice. In the interest of science, she Observes (she always capitalizes this word) her neighbors. When her next door neighbor, an eccentric older lady who breeds lilies, dies under Mysterious Circumstances, Myrtles sees her chance to investigate. Armed with her mother’s microscope, and accompanied by her governess, Miss Judson, Myrtle sets about proving that Miss Woodhouse was murdered. No one believes her, not even her father, but Myrtle perseveres, putting not only herself in danger but also her father.
I really enjoyed the mystery and Myrtle is a great character. However, a young reader would have to be a very good reader to enjoy Premeditated Myrtle.
Recommended with reservations.
Just a reminder: I will be at Rensselaer Public Library Saturday, 1 to 3. The event is free. I will be giving away a copy of Death in Salem to all who buy a book.
This week I read the fifth in the C.J. Bellamy Burgoyne mystery series, Primrose Hill.
Sophie, Flora, Ada and Mrs Barker are sent to a house on Primrose Hill by Inspector Penrose to investigate a murder. To fit in with the other residents, Sophie is given a dog. To complicate matters, the Home Office has been watching one of the houses which is inhabited by Bolsheviks. Sophie is given strict instructions not to engage the members of that house at all.
Gradually, Sophie and Flora begin to meet the other residents of the hill. Who could have killed Mr. Hamilton? And what was the weapon?
The situation become further confused as the Home Office sends agents into the house to watch number fifteen, the house of the Communists. With whom, I might add, Sophie does become involved.
As usual, the book was light and fun. However, there were almost too many stories. The spying theme, the murder, the introduction to Indian food. By the time the reveal of the murder occurred, I was confused about which of the Primrose Hill residents this was.
I did not follow my usual routine blogging last week because I was in New Mexico. Although the purpose was to visit my brother, we also went to the balloon festival. New Mexico’s hot air balloon festival is the largest in the world. Balloons of all shapes and sizes go up into the air, fueled by propane, and swept along in the sky by thermals. The balloons come in all shapes. The basket at the bottom is so small, compared to the balloon, that it is almost invisible. In the center of the basket is a propane burner. Hot air rises into the balloon to keep it aloft. If the balloonist wants to descend, he releases hot air from the balloon.
The balloons do descend gradually throughout the day and by evening Albuquerque is dotted with hot air balloons that have landed in fields, yards and parking lots.
Here is the field of ‘specials’, balloons of unusual shapes.
Besides the Kong (the red dog toy), and the spaceship, there is a cement truck at the extreme right. Who thinks of a cement truck as a balloon?
I was told a few facts of interest. The balloons like the cement truck or the ones that are very oddly shaped balloons do not fly as high or as far as the more circular ones because of air drag. (That really makes sense.)
The propane needed to take a balloon aloft is significant, as much as might be required to heat a house. It can be a very expensive hobby. Besides the cost of propane is the cost of the balloons which can run into the thousands.
This event draws thousands so traffic and parking is a concern. Nonetheless, this is something everyone should see at least once in their lives.
This week I read two books by members of my writing group – the Mavens of Mayhem.
A Wedding Gone to the Dogs is the fourth in Kazlo’s cozy Samantha Davies series. In this outing, Samantha and her cousin Candie are preparing for Candie’s wedding. Of course, nothing goes smoothly. One of Candie’s previous suitors has photos of her – and those photos might disrupt her relationship. More concerning, a dead man is found in Candie’s house and it looks suspiciously as though she has murdered him. Samantha is convinced her cousin could not be involved and investigates.
Frothy and fun.
The second mystery could not be more different. Autumn Embers by Tina De Bellegarde is a more traditional mystery.
While Sheriff Mike is worried about his upcoming election (and is already upset over his separation from his wife, Bianca is heading to Kyoto, Japan to visit her son. A murder, witnessed by Bianca, upsets everything. J.C. was universally disliked so there are many suspects, including Bianca’s son Ian. In a foreign country with none of her usual supports, Bianca calls Mike for help. He runs background checks on some of the other expats and gradually Bianca unravels the mystery.
De Bellegarde’s admiration and affection for Japan shine thorough out this beautifully written mystery. It really inspires me to visit Japan myself. Highly Recommended.
