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Robert and Gracia Fay Ellwood

I think one or two old Mythies might still be reading here; at any rate, these old friends had been on my mind this spring. Came back to discover that they died a week apart at the end of May/beginning of June.

They met in the very early sixties at the U of Chicago, where both were studying. Robert was a bit on the spectrum; he said, and he stuck with it, he would never date anyone who couldn't read and love Lord of the Rings, which had blown him away when it came out. In retrospect I don't even know how he stumbled across it because to my later knowledge of him he didn't read fiction. Maybe he thought it was a northern saga when he stumbled on the first volume? Anyway, his field was religion and Japanese literature, and I remember him sitting in his rose garden reading copies of ancient Japanese texts for pleasure.

She was also blown away by it, but not especially by him. But he'd fallen hard for her, and when she also loved LOTR, he wasn't about to give up. They married around 1963, I think; by the time I met them in 1967, they were living in West LA, he a professor of Religious Studies at USC. They used to host many meetings of the early Mythopoeic Society; he'd disappear while she socialized with us gawky teens. She was a great role model for us; she was a scholar, married to someone who respected her brains, which was tough to find during the mid and late sixties.

I was on hand to deliver both their kids, now middle-aged. He married my spouse and me in 1980. They became Quakers later; they were firm pacifists and human rights advocates.

Time is just so relentless! But they used theirs well, living gently and kindly, always loving beauty, grace, and laughter.
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Spear audiobook sale: $4.99!

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The audiobook of Spear is for sale for $4.99, July 1 – July 13

It’s for sale on Audible worldwide for two weeks, starting today; I’m not sure about other platforms. But I hope so, because I loved doing the narration and I’m proud of it, and the more people who get to listen to it the happier I’ll be. And that’s a great price!

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brithistorian ([personal profile] brithistorian) wrote2025-07-01 08:53 am

Book reaction: Inventing the Renaissance: The Myth of a Golden Age (Ada Palmer)

A book has to really impress me to get a reaction before I've finished it, but Ada Palmer's Inventing the Renaissance has definitely done that. I had read some of Palmer's science fiction and been very impressed by it, and I knew before reading this that she is a historian, so when I first heard of this book, I immediately requested it from my local library.[^1] Not really knowing anything about it when I requested it, I thought it was a history of how the Renaissance came to be. Then I started reading it, and from the way she talked about historians creating the idea of the Renaissance, I thought it was a Renaissance equivalent of Norman Cantor's Inventing the Middle Ages.[^2]. Then I read on and saw that it's both of those things and more. It's also Palmer's academic biography, and an explanation of how academia works, and an exploration of the processes that created the Renaissance (and that created similar shifts in society at other times and places. It's the best history book I've read recently.[^3]

Besides the major historical themes of the book, Palmer has also included a number of interesting trivia and also Easter eggs for science fiction fans: - The genetic changes in Europeans that makes the Black Death no longer the huge plague that it was in the Middles Ages took several hundred years to come about, and also caused Europeans to be more susceptible to "autoimmune disorders like rheumatoid arthritis, celiac, and (in [Palmer's] case) Crohn's disease."[^4] - She refers to Florence in the Renaissance as a "wretched hive of scum and villainy."[^5] - She uses the board game Siena as an illustration of how government worked in Renaissance Florence.[^6]

I particularly love this paragraph about the chronology of the Renaissance, and how it's exceedingly different depending on who you ask:

All agree that the Renaissance was the period of change that got us from medieval to modern, but people give it a different start date, because they start at the point that they see something definitively un-medieval. If we leave the History Lab a moment and visit my friends across the yard in the English Department, they consider Shakespeare (1564-1616) the core of Renaissance, while Petrarch's contemporary Chaucer (1340s-1400) is, for them, the pinnacle of medieval. When I cross the walk to visit the Italian lit scholars, they say Dante (1265-1321), despite being dead before Chaucer's birth, is definitely Renaissance, and often that Machiavelli is the start of modern, even though he died before Shakespeare's parents were born.

Reading this book makes me both sad and glad, in varying degrees at different times, that I never got my PhD and entered academia, depending on whether I feel at that particular moment that by having done so I would have been placing myself in cooperation or competition with Palmer. But leaving that aside, I'm exceedingly glad to be living in a time that I get to read this book, and I'm eagerly looking forward to getting to read more of Palmer's books.


[^1] Apparently a lot of other people had also heard of it, because I only got it about a week ago.

[^2] Although much more fun to read than Cantor.

[^3] I almost said "easily the best history book I've read recently," but I'm also currently reading Geoffrey Parker's Global Crisis: War, Climate Change & Catastrophe in the Seventeenth Century, which gives Palmer some serious competition. But since I feel compelled to write a pre-completion reaction to Palmer's book and not to Parker's. . .

[^4] p. 116. All the MAGAts who keep yammering on about herd immunity with regard to COVID need to know that, but they probably wouldn't listen anyway.

[^5] p. 136.

[^6] pp. 65-8.

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The Dreamstone (Ealdwood, volume 1) by C J Cherryh



Only the brave, the arrogant, the naïve, or the desperate Men trespass in Arafel's Ealdwood. Into which category does the latest visitor fall?

The Dreamstone (Ealdwood, volume 1) by C J Cherryh
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the_comfortable_courtesan ([personal profile] the_comfortable_courtesan) wrote2025-07-01 08:35 am

Connexions (16)

What they had not at all anticipated

Flora and Hannah were quite in agreement that Mr Thornton seemed an entirely eligible prospect as tutor – had not shown at all discomposed by their medley of orphans, was a promising sign, had shown very proper respect to darling Verrie –

Really, said Flora, that is a very good set of young men, who would have anticipated the like around Saythingport’s son?

Hannah gave a little wistful sigh. Perchance 'tis the like case to Milord – for thus, among themselves, they spoke of Gervase Reveley, the late Lord Raxdell, Beatrice’s father – that Lord Peregrine observes his father and wishes to take an opposite course?

You may be right, my love! What a pity that he is not the heir, rather than that inebriate lout.

That might come with irksome responsibilities, not that they seem to bother young Talshaw –

Flora groaned. Would that dear Beauf was not so conscientious filial in the matter, one sees that he finds it exceeding tiresome and yearns for Nitherholme. Sure one is glad that Bobbie Wallace now follows in his father’s footsteps and is no longer a trifling idler, but one could have wished he had remained His Grace’s secretary.

Hannah smirked and remarked that even so, she fancied that Beauf and Flora had found some compensations in his presence in Town.

Flora blushed, reaching to take Hannah’s hand. You do not mind, dearest?

Oh, poo! Here we are nearly at Attervale – she glanced out of the train window – and I hope you will not mind do I manifest a certain affection towards Lady Emily.

For somewhat to her amazement, what had begun as rather in the way of a passing flirtation, had become an enduring devotion that ran happily alongside their other loves. Indeed, Hannah was like to suppose, was best thus: could not quite imagine living with Em, that rose extreme early of the morn to tend to hawks and horses – was mostly preoccupied about those and the estate business of Attervale – entirely accepted within local county society –

Whereas Hannah was a creature of Town to her very bones.

So here they were at last at Attervale – so that Flora could convoke with Lalage Fenster over village education, and Hannah, besides having the opportunity to see Em, intended to go visit Sir Hobday Perram in her capacity at Bibliophilia, to write up his collections for The Speculum.

What they had not at all anticipated was that Bella would also be a guest at Attervale. Hannah bit her lip – doubtless the girl would be hanging out after Em in positive heroine-worship, exceeding ennuyant.

Though seemed curiously subdued: one heard she had been smitten with a chill after that matter of being bolted with by a skittish mare during a visit to Hackwold, but seemed in perfect health now – no worrying matter of coughing or sniffling –

But although she rode out on their morning ride – for Em was quite able to mount her guests – and tended to The Gascon on their return as had been well-trained in doing by Belinda Penkarding – instead of hanging about the stables and the mews all day, after breakfast – and one observed she made a hearty breakfast! – went recline upon a sopha with a deal of reading matter.  Most odd.

After Em had showed off her hawks, along with the owl and the raven, all in excellent good health, to Hannah, they went take coffee in Em’s room that was part office and part sitting-room and part study. For Em, that would claim that she had been brought up an entire ignorant miss – Milly was a darling, but we were sad inattentive pupils – came about to be considered quite the authority upon horseflesh and its ailments and quite the savant concerning hawks, and had a deal of correspondence upon those matters.

So, said Hannah, putting her feet up upon a convenient footstool, what is ado with Bella? Surely no young woman that eats as much as she does can be in a decline.

Law, said Em, looking up from sorting the post that had just arrived, for they were old enough friends not to stand upon ceremony, 'tis give out that she was badly shook up by that business at Hackwold. Sure Leah and Inez go make a deal of a sensational melodrama out of it, alleging that there was some plot afoot to make Thessaly, that was well-known a skittish creature, bolt, so that Blatchett could effect a daring rescue – as if Bella was not entire capable of rescuing herself, indeed she kept her head, found herself in familiar country and ended up at Jupp’s farm, where The Lady and Gertie Jupp were in residence.

Hannah put down her cup a little too hard and coffee splashed into the saucer. Blatchett, you say?

Had been showing marked interest in Bella. But although she came off unharmed from this adventure, Quintus Ferraby apprehends that there was some shock to the nervous system and that she would be better for recruiting a little out of the whirl of the Season.

Hannah said Good Lord, that was not what one anticipated at a Hackwold party –

Em responded that she heard that Sir Antony and Lady Mary had been called away – some matter of a sick relative – leaving the party with an aged spinster aunt and that awful creature Mr Mortimer Chellow to host.

O, one might expect some tragedy like unto The Mistletoe Bough in that case, or perchance some scandal involving cards, mayhap billiards!

O, quite. The old hen collapsed in spasms and went demanding a physician: those naughty nieces of mine will enact her. Em sighed. Really, that pair. First they go acquire most respectable, though one must admit, exceeding dull, suitors – entirely enviable partis I daresay – well, I should not care to have that tittering imbecile Lady Gabrielle as a sister-in-law, but who knows but that she may marry herself? – and appear to go sober down remarkably. Positively unnatural – and then Lord Gilbert comes back trailing a romantic history of duels and love-affairs with opera-singers in Vienna and Buda-Pesth &C&C and they both go yearning after a younger son that is, one hears, entirely dedicated to his career in the Diplomatic and has no intention of marrying. O, one dares say that did he have a wish to wed, there is some Mulcaster estate or other he might look after – mayhap go into politics – but would be very tame for one that has, one hears, ridden with Cossacks, gone wolf-hunting and a deal of other adventures.

Hannah responded that Lord Gilbert certainly had a touch of the brooding Byronic strain about him but one did not hear that he emulated the late poet in other particulars.

Why, she wondered, had she – and Flora – not known about this incident at Hackwold? She could not suppose that Clorinda, Flora’s beloved Tiger, had not known the all almost before it happened. There had been time and occasion for her to communicate the matter to Flora.

One had to ponder whether there was more behind than the tale put about by the young ladies: and knowing what she and Flora did of Blatchett, she wondered whether the plot had had more to it than performing a mere daring rescue.

She had no immediate opportunity to convoke with Flora – went to pay what she anticipated would be a first call, leaving her card, at Perram Place, but was received with great enthusiasm by Sir Hobday, that declared having heard so much about Miss Roberts from Her Grace and Mr Davison would not stand upon ceremony and convention –

'Twas all entire fascinating, and would, she fancied, work up into a deal of possibilities beyond a staid account of his library and collections for The Speculum – one might pass on a few hints to Sybil Vernall as seeds for tales!

But the upshot was that by the time she returned to Attervale Flora was already about dressing for dinner, that they took at country hours.

La, my love, I may bustle into a very suitable gown! Do not fret.

Flora sat at the dressing-table, brushing her unruly curls into some degree of order. She looked over her shoulder with a grin, saying, she did not really suppose that Sir Hobday had kidnapped Hannah to be an odalisque in his hareem!

And how did you pass the day?

Flora made a moue. O, Lady Isabella takes a sudden whim to be interested in politics, and has been interrogating me about various matters in Aspasia’s columns – sure there are a deal of allusions that one needs to be informed to make sense of.

Really? Hannah shook out the skirts of her gown, and looked in the pier-glass, wondering mayhap her corals, since they would be in company? To relieve the severity? She did not say aught about the Hackwold business or Blatchett?

Flora twisted right round. What?

Hannah disclosed what she had learnt from Em.

Flora growled. Hah. I am very like to suppose there was a good deal more behind – but I had heard nothing. Tiger has been entirely mute upon the subject except to mention that Bella had been rather knocked-up by her wild gallop in a chilly sleety night.

Oh! She stood up, clenching her fists. She has no confidence in my discretion – I know I was a foolish careless creature who did not reckon with the consequences of speaking out about free love and preventive checks and how that would affect my ability to work for other causes –

She sighed. Hannah went over to put an arm around her. It was a grief to Flora that her work for village education and certain other causes had to be conducted by informal convocation by way of conversation with friends, as there were those would not wish to be associated with that scandalous Miss Ferraby.

Did she suppose I would immediately be about publishing denunciations of Blatchett? And mayhap being sued for libel? No, these days I am good sensible prudent Flora, even would I desire to eat his heart in the marketplace and would at the very least consult Mr Geoffrey Merrett upon the state of the law in the question.

And Beauf has kept this secret too! she cried.

The important thing, Hannah pointed out, has been to protect Bella’s reputation – have you not spoke of the wicked fragility of female reputation?

Flora gave a little sob. ‘Tis so, and one sees the reason, but meanwhile that monster roams free.

Free, but these days somewhat shunned of the herd, one hears.

They looked at one another. Flora gave a gulp, and straightened up, and managed a little grin. Is’t not possible that Tiger herself has some device in play? Sure I should not wish to blunder in.


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Bundle of Holding: Broken Tales



The English-language rulebook and supplements for Broken Tales, the tabletop fantasy roleplaying game of upside-down fairy tales from Italian game publisher The World Anvil Publishing.

Bundle of Holding: Broken Tales
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I wanna know what you thought of Pirates! We saw it too!

Sorry, finally getting around to this. It was a busy weekend.

So the short story is we loved it. It is hugely entertaining, and I think it works well for both hardcore Gilbert & Sullivan nuts and people who have never had the pleasure. On the surface it seems weird that there should be an American following for Gilbert & Sullivan at all, given how self-consciously British they all are, and how much annotation is sometimes required for basic cultural transference to be possible. The one thing that I think explains it is that G&S were very very good at one thing: being extremely silly without being stupid, mean* (*exception to be discussed below) or tedious. This production preserves that quality, even though it makes a lot of other changes, presumably in order to appeal more strongly to modern American audiences.

So that's the short story. The longer story is behind this cut tag, and it will discuss:

  • The changes that transform The Pirates of Penzance into Pirates! The Penzance Musical, and my opinions on same
  • My ambivalence about the show's final number, "We're All From Somewhere Else"
  • Generosity as part of the spirit of live theater, with particular reference to the stage door line
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So to be clear, we chose to see Pirates! because as soon as I said to PJ, "Hey, they're doing some kind of remix of Pirates of Penzance with Jinkx Monsoon as Ruth," he underwent a small explosion of enthusiasm. Though we don't watch RuPaul's Drag Race, PJ as a trans teenager is familiar with Jinkx Monsoon and PJ did also greatly enjoy Jinkx Monsoon's appearance as Maestro in the Doctor Who episode "The Devil's Chord." PJ was further excited to find out that the Pirate King would be played by Ramin Karimloo, who has had a long career on Broadway and is one of the more beloved of the 21st century Phantoms (as in ALW's Phantom of the Opera). This didn't mean much to me because I am really not a fan of Phantom of the Opera, but I was glad PJ had a further delight to look forward to.

So, briefly (as I so often say, lyingly, before I summarize something), The Pirates of Penzance in its original form is a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta about a young lad named Frederick who has grown up largely on a pirate ship and is now approaching the end of his 21st year. Big changes are coming, because Frederick's apprenticeship will soon be over, and he is about to leave the profession and turn law-abiding citizen. See, Frederick always does his duty; and just as it was his duty to loot and pillage when he was a pirate's apprentice, it will be his duty to thwart and arrest pirates once he's no longer apprenticed. Frederick's former nursemaid Ruth, whose fault it is that he got apprenticed as a pirate in the first place, has also been along for the ride on the pirate ship and is now engaged to Frederick, who since joining the pirates has literally never seen another woman and therefore believes Ruth's claims about her youth and beauty. Well, once ashore, Frederick catches sight of the female chorus, excuse me, the daughters of Major-General Stanley, and is undeceived. Repudating Ruth, he immediately falls in love with Stanley's daughter Mabel.

Just as Frederick is about to help lead the local constabulary to defeat the pirates, the Pirate King and Ruth show up and tell him they've found a loophole. The articles of his apprenticeship indicate that he's bound until his twenty-first birthday, not his twenty-first year. Frederick was born on February 29 in a leap year, which means he has only one birthday every four years. Technically, his time won't be up until he's 84. Devastated but determined to do his duty, Frederick says a tearful farewell to Mabel and returns to the Dark Side. Ultimately, the craven constables are no match for the pirates; but just as they are about to be defeated, the sergeant hits upon the idea of charging the pirates to yield "in Queen Victoria's name." The pirates are so affected by this appeal to their patriotism that they give up and allow themselves to be arrested--until Ruth points out that these pirates are all actually "noblemen who have gone wrong," after which Major-General Stanley pardons them all. The conflict is resolved, Frederick marries Mabel, the male chorus of pirates marries the female chorus of Stanley daughters, and all is well.

So. Pirates! The Penzance Musical is set "in a theater in New Orleans." The metatheatrical conceit is important to the show's aesthetic (the set design is intentionally 2-dimensional and eye-catchingly unconvincing) and also makes room for some charming little metatheatrical moments within the show. Talking to the audience is a G&S performance tradition; this show just makes it a little more obvious. It is explained, in a very funny little pre-curtain speech delivered by "W. S. Gilbert" himself (actually David Hyde Pierce of Frasier fame, who also plays Major-General Stanley), that Gilbert & Sullivan have decided to revise the show so they can incorporate some of the exciting things they've discovered about American musical and theatrical idioms. So, Gilbert explains to us, the play is now set in New Orleans, and words and music have been revised to reflect that.

Musically, for most people, that change is going to be a win. Unless you are an absolute diehart purist who wants everything to sound exactly like your old D'Oyly Carte recordings, you cannot but be charmed by some of the changes. I especially appreciate the fact that Mabel is no longer a coloratura soprano. Lowering the range and going jazzier in the orchestration gives Mabel's music a new warmth and depth which to me made her richer and more interesting. In general the musical ensemble is less like a symphony orchestra and more like a band. This was true for the 1980s version I saw with Ronstadt and Kline, but I think this production made that shift much more successfully. The 1980s version basically tried to sound like 80s pop music, and I got very tired of the electric guitars and the synthesizers. This version seems to be trying to engage in a more thoughtful way with New Orleans's extremely rich musical history, so there's a lot of jazz and folk styles worked in. Again, to me this was an improvement, especially when it came to the Stanley daughters. The fact that Stanley has about a dozen daughters all more or less the same age is explained in the original in a throwaway line about the daughters all being "wards in chancery" (i.e., not his biological children). In this production the daughters occasionally point out that they were "born all over the world," but that Major-General Stanley decided to raise them all in New Orleans because of its diversity and because of America being the land of opportunity. So this Major-General would appear to have had a lot of girls in a lot of ports, more or less simultaneously.

Anyway, it was interesting to me that the main romance is preserved more or less intact (apart from a running gag about how hot Mabel is for Frederick and how fast she's moving on him). "Modern Major-General" is unchanged except for the joke about rhyming "strategy" (again, to my mind, an improvement on the original). All of the biggest changes involve the pirates and Ruth...and the ending.

Ruth is an example of a G&S stock character that Mrs. P and I call The Heinous Alto. She is an older woman with a lower voice who is in love with the much younger hero, who is horrified by her interest in him. Her sexual desires are presented as ludicrous and terrifying. it's a foregone conclusion that this older woman can't possibly be attractive, to the hero or to anyone else, and she is often given a song in which she is forced to acknowledge her own ugliness (my least favorite is "Silvered is the raven hair" from Patience). Once spurned by the hero, she often becomes his antagonist, teaming up with whoever's on the other side of the conflict. The Oedipal overtones of this setup are particularly pronounced in Pirates, given that Ruth was Frederick's nurse.

So, this sounds pretty misogynistic, and it is. The thing is though: the heinous alto is also often the best role in the show. Precisely because she's disqualified from being the ingenue, she's often funnier, crazier, more assertive, and dare I say it sexier than the romantic heroine. This is certainly true for Ruth, who loves being a pirate; as disappointed as she says she is about Frederick, she seems quite happy being the Pirate King's right hand man. She's usually armed, and she takes the lead role in plotting to steal Frederick back. It's easy to see why Jinkx Monsoon, as one of the trailblazing trans performers on Broadway (Chicago's own Alexandra Billings, who we saw as Madame Morrible in Wicked a few years ago, being another), would be attracted to this part. It's also easy to see how, as a trans performer, you might not want some of the things that come with it, including the whole preying-on-the-youth thing and the obligatory song about how unlike a young and attractive woman you really are.

So there are two important changes that this show makes to Ruth's role. First, they cut almost all of the song in which Frederick repudiates Ruth ("O false one, you have deceived me"), during which he points out how "plain and old" she is, and accuses her of "[playing] upon my innocence." Cutting this not only skips the mockery of the aging female body but also saves Ruth from having to beg Frederick to stay with her ("Master, Master, do not leave me"). So with that out of the way, there's more room for the good stuff about Ruth. This is also the song that establishes Ruth's actual age--47--and therefore the 26 year age gap. In the film I linked to above (which is based on the 1980s Broadway production) Angela Lansbury is playing Ruth much older than that, with a gray wig and a granny bun. Monsoon's Ruth may be older or younger than 47; but she's not playing old. However old this Ruth actually is, she's vital, active, passionate, and in on every joke about her own character.

The other thing they've done is imported an aria from another G&S operetta so Ruth can have a solo. This is something the 1980s Broadway production of Pirates did--for Mabel. (In that show, Ronstadt sang "Sorry her lot" from HMS Pinafore). Giving Ruth a solo officially marks her as the 'real' heroine (Monsoon gets top billing in this production, whereas you would never know till you saw the program who's playing Mabel). It's especially interesting that the song they borrowed is "Alone and yet alive" from The Mikado. This is sung by Katisha, one of the truly great Heinous Altos and a character whose rage at being spurned becomes positively homicidal. So this is another way of strengthening Monsoon's Ruth. But also. The main thrust of the lyrics is: I wish that you really could die of a broken heart, but in fact we women are a lot sturdier than that, so instead we're stuck having to survive this emotional devastation. There's an ambivalence built into it: on the one hand, I am tough enough to survive this so go me; on the other hand, survival can be fucking exhausting. When it's sung by a trans woman in the year of our lord 2025, for me at least, that ambivalence really resonates. Yeah, I will survive this latest bullshit as I have already survived worse. But while surviving, I'm going to cry about how fucking hard it is--and you will listen to me do it and feel it with me and it will not invalidate my strength.

So Jinkx Monsoon's performance, and the changes made to her role by the producers, really transform Ruth and really bond the audience with her, and that change arguably has a bigger impact than the change of setting. I personally enjoyed this change, because I am the parent of a trans child with ambitions in musical theater and I felt like it was good for PJ to see that at least in this one instance, Monsoon's presence was strong enough to bend the conventions around her. Like it really mattered to me to see this production not just making space for Jinkx Monsoon's Ruth but actively supporting and augmenting her take on the character.

But probably the most dramatic change to the original libretto is in the last 5 minutes and it has nothing to do with Ruth. The move to the American setting completely nukes the original resolution, which relies on tongue-in-cheek appeals to Victorian patriotism. Because here in America we have no noblemen and also, what, NO KINGS (or queens). So instead of the appeal to Queen Victoria, there's an appeal to "liberty" (the chorale "Hail Poetry" is rewritten as "Hail Liberty"). I don't know exactly how the show gets there because I will say that I don't think they mixed the sound right and I often had trouble understanding the words, especially when they'd been altered. This leads to someone pointing out that one thing all the warring parties have in common is that we're all from somewhere else. After some discussion of how we are a nation of immigrants (I mean not in so many words but that's clearly the subtext), the show ends with everyone singing a song from HMS Pinafore which was originally called "He Is An Englishman," and has now been completely rewritten as "We're All From Somewhere Else."

My ambivalence about this is not because it's not a logical or 'realistic' ending. The original resolution is equally nonsensical, and that's what people come to G&S for: nonsense. In fact I really appreicate the attempt to replicate the very specifically G&S brand of nonsense that closes Pirates, in which it's clear that the real reason everyone decides to stop fighting and get along is that it's time for the show to be over. The thing that's depressing about it is that producing this highly unrealistic moment of union around the idea of immigration as fundamentally American unavoidably engages the scariest and darkest part of what this country is going through right now. The audience applauds the sentiment, but it's not just a reflex action, the way the original pirates react to Queen Victoria's name. It becomes a statement. And there's something sad, for me, about that. It's sad that this needs affirming. It's sad that even as the audience affirms it I can only hear how violently and ruthlessly our government is denying it.

Anyway. More than you were probably asking for about this show; but before I go, point number three, generosity as part of the spirit of live theater.

In general, I am just really grateful to everyone who goes out there and leaves it all on the floor eight times a week. And my gratitude includes everyone from the marquee names to the smallest of ensemble roles. This trip, though, I had a lot of time to observe something that is not normally part of my theatergoing experience: the stage door line.

PJ always wants autographs. So after nearly every show we saw on this trip, PJ lined up outside the stage door and waited. We just watched from someplace nearby. Eventually, some of the performers emerge, in their street clothes, and go down the line giving people autographs. I watched this from pretty close up after Cabaret, and...I mean this production made a very queer show even queerer than it has to be, and there were a lot of young queer people in that stage door line, and they were just overwhelmed at getting to see the performers, even the non-famous ones. Including, of course, PJ, who was thrilled to get signatures from a lot of the Kit Kat dancers as well as Eva Noblezada.

The signature line is a lot. After working from whenever call is to whenever the show ends, the actors doing the signature line (not all of them do, and I don't know whether this reflects what's in people's individual contracts or not) then walk this gauntlet, smiling through their exhaustion, talking to a hundred or so total strangers, many of whom are in an advanced state of verklemptness. I hope they find it rewarding, but it seems to me like the rewards would probably diminish after the show's been running for a while. But these actors respond to their fans as if this performance, their performance, was as unique and special to the actors as it was to the fans; and I just appreciate the joy that this little moment of connection brings to PJ.

The signature line at Cabaret is tightly controlled, like everything else about that production. For a show that really tries to replicate that Berlin cabaret amosphere, they have a LOT of staff working crowd control. I have never seen people approach the intermission ladies' room line with this amount of ruthless military efficiency. By contrast, the stage door line at Pirates! is barely organized. For a long time I wasn't really sure this was even the right line. But anyway, PJ got in it and then Mrs. P and I went across the street to watch.

Naturally we turned our phones on again--having turned them off before the show--and immediately learned that Trump had bombed three nuclear sites in Iran.

This would have been terrible news on any night. Coming on the heels of watching this show with this cast, there was extra awfulness. I have not mentioned yet Ramin Karimloo's performance, which was amazing. He's an incredibly charismatic, charming, forceful, sexy, and very athletic Pirate King, performing feats of strength while singing his heart out. He made the whole "orphan" thing--the pirates never harm orphans, because they're all orphans themselves, and so everyone they capture claims to be an orphan, and the pirates always believe them--his own by engaging in the most elaborate and hilarious reactions every time the subject came up, at one point actually swallowing his sword in frustration. I didn't love some of the rewriting they did for his character, especially the retooled "O better far to live and die;" but all was forgiven when they did "With catlike tread, upon our prey we steal." The combat sequences were very impressive and very funny, and all in all Karimloo's zest for this part was just delightful. At the end of the show, the cast goes into the aisles tossing everyone Mardi Gras beads, for which everyone goes crazy. Karimloo is the only one who tosses them up into the balcony--probably because he's the only one with the guns to get them up there--and he looks like he's really enjoying it. Anyway.

Ramin Karimloo was born in Tehran and grew up in Canada; he's also worked a lot in London. And on the night our Asshole in Chief bombed Iran, after singing a happy song about how what makes this country great is how all Americans are from all over the world, he came out and walked the signature line and took a selfie with PJ.

Jinkx Monsoon came out afterward, with two security people following her. And like...I wish you could see PJ's face as Jinkx Monsoon came over to sign his program. I can, because Mrs. P took a photo at that moment. It was just...really, literally, worth the price of admission. For PJ and for us.

And this is what I mean about generosity. With all the stories about Patti LuPone's bad diva behavior floating around, I feel like it's important to say: she's in trouble for all that because it's not actually the norm. Most performers want things to be good for the other performers; most performers want it to be good for the spectator too. At a time when the tech industry is trying to direct us away from each other and into our screens, most perfomers put themselves through the agony of human connection, on a scale and at an intensity that most of us will fortunately never be called to imitate, night after night after night, and whatever money they make doing that, by God they've earned it.

Anyway. Long answer to a short question, but there it is. We loved it; it was a very funny and very poignant experience; I truly hate the particular historical context in which this particular performance happened; I am really grateful to all of these actors for giving PJ happiness.

Somehow I forgot to mention that Pirates! also imports a number from a different G&S musical for David Hyde Pierce's Major-General Stanley. Iolanthe, a show I've seen and enjoyed but about which could not tell you literally anything about the plot at this point, includes one of the best-beloved pattersongs in the G&S repertoire, "Love unrequited robs me of my rest," or as it is called in the Pirates! program, "The Nightmare Song." It's a rapid-fire description, in rhyming verse, of a nightmare which just jumps from one surreal, awkward, uncomfortable, bizarre situation to another. It works just as well for Major-General Stanley, who is out in the family graveyard in the middle of the night because of his remorse at having lied to the Pirate King about being an orphan, as it does for the judge in Iolanthe who's up with unrequited-love-induced indigestion. Unfortunately for the adapters it incorporates a lot of English place names because it's funny how hard they are to rhyme, so there was some editing done on the lyrics; but it's still a tour de force and it's still cool to watch David Hyde Pierce, who looks kind of frail but is incredibly sharp, nail it.

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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-06-30 03:43 pm

Because the sun is far too sultry And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray

How is it the end of June already? Where did it go?

And tomorrow I have to travel to Birmingham for a conference.

I am telling myself that I survived the Hot Summer of 76 in an un-airconditioned office where, if one opened a window in came the noise and fumes of a heavily traffic-polluted thoroughfare.

Of course, I was Much Younger in those days.

I see that it is supposed to get somewhat cooler (and wetter) on Weds.

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brithistorian ([personal profile] brithistorian) wrote2025-06-30 09:39 am

Game reaction: Relooted

A South African video game studio (not a phrase I think I've ever typed before) has created a game called Relooted, a heist game where the objective is to rob museums and steal back African artifacts. I'm pretty sure my computer isn't powerful enough for me to be able to play it once it's released, but I love the idea and I look forward to seeing more games like this.

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brithistorian ([personal profile] brithistorian) wrote2025-06-30 09:32 am
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SOTD: Green Day, "Fancy Sauce"

I recent listened to Green Day's latest album Saviors (édition de luxe) for the first time. I liked the whole thing, but I've especially latched on to "Fancy Sauce." The chorus is like a Russian nesting doll of Easter eggs: The tune of the chorus is like a greatly slowed down version of the can-can song (Offenbach?), while the lyrics of the chorus contain call-outs to Suicidal Tendencies ("I'm not crazy, you're the one that's crazy") and Nirvana ("stupid and contagious"). Enjoy!

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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-06-30 10:28 am
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Clarke Award Finalists 2003

2003: PM Blair embraces hilariously transparent lies to justify the invasion of Iraq, two million Britons reveal the power of public outrage when they protest the Iraq War to no effect, and the Coalition of the Billing (UK included) faces an occupation of Iraq that will no doubt be entirely without unforeseen challenges or consequences.

Poll #33305 Clarke Award Finalists 2003
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 60


Which 2003 Clarke Award Finalists Have You Read?

View Answers

The Separation by Christopher Priest
10 (16.7%)

Kiln People by David Brin
18 (30.0%)

Light by M. John Harrison
16 (26.7%)

The Scar by China Miéville
26 (43.3%)

The Speed of Dark by Elizabeth Moon
30 (50.0%)

The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson
32 (53.3%)



Bold for have read, italic for intend to read,, underline for never heard of it.

Which 2003 Clarke Award Finalists Have You Read?
The Separation by Christopher Priest
Kiln People by David Brin
Light by M. John Harrison
The Scar by China Miéville
The Speed of Dark by Elizabeth Moon
The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson
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brithistorian ([personal profile] brithistorian) wrote2025-06-30 09:25 am
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Status quo ante

Between finally getting off of Keppra (with its side effects of lethargy and sleepiness) and finally starting to get caught up on all the things I fell behind on during my long Keppra-induced nap, I feel like I'm finally starting to get back into my usual life again. Barring unforeseen events (which is never a safe thing to do, and yet I persist on doing it anyway), you should start seeing me around here more often, hopefully even reading and commenting on your posts.

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rydra_wong ([personal profile] rydra_wong) wrote2025-06-30 03:19 pm
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For anyone I've successfully lured: my top Disco Elysium tips

* SAVE OFTEN, especially in the early game when you may be very fragile and the game's auto-save is infrequent.

BUT -- don't reload from a save unless you actually die or otherwise hit a "game over."

This game is about failing, and it rewards you for playing forwards through failure. Some of the best moments in the game come from failed checks. There are always alternative routes and ways forwards. If you tried to savescum it, you would miss most of the game and all of the point. Embrace failure.

Okay there are those two specific checks where failing is so emotionally devastating I would not judge anyone for savescumming. But apart from those.

* You can just pick one of the Archetypes for a starter build, and leave messing around with custom character creation until you've seen the stats in action and understand how the system works. Don't stress about it. Or, if you want, you can throw yourself into custom character creation despite not having a clue how it works, and you will also have a fun time. Your initial build and your later choices about what you put points into will radically change your experience of the game, but you can't do it "wrong"; there are no optimal builds which are "better".

* Press tab to highlight objects you can interact with, or activate "detective mode" in the settings to do it automatically. Yes I know this is the sort of thing that is probably obvious to people who have played video games before.

* If your Health or Morale (displayed on the lower left of the screen) fall to zero, you have about 5 seconds to apply a healing item (if you have one) by clicking the cross above that stat.

This is the one timed element in the game, and also the one mechanic that some of us initially have trouble grasping.

With all the other mechanics in the game, you can not only learn them by flinging yourself in and floundering about, this is IMHO the best and most enjoyable way to learn them. No idea what the Thought Cabinet is or what Internalizing A Thought means? Try it and find out!

* Perhaps the most important tip of all:

If you feel you are flailing around and failing on most of the checks you try and you've just been informed you have acquired a Thought you can internalize in your Thought Cabinet and you have no clue what that means or maybe you just had a heart attack and died before you even got out of your hotel room or you had a nervous breakdown because a child insulted you and you have no idea what you're doing and it's been three days and you still haven't got the body down from the tree --

THIS DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE PLAYING THE GAME "BADLY". THIS IS IN FACT THE UNIVERSAL DISCO ELYSIUM EXPERIENCE AND MEANS YOU ARE PLAYING THE GAME CORRECTLY. WELL DONE.
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-06-30 09:06 am
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June 2025 in review



I survived another dance season. Go me.

21 works reviewed. 11 by women (52%), 9 by men (43%),1 by non-binary authors (5%), 0 by authors whose gender is unknown (0%), and 8 by POC (38%).

More details at the other end of the link.
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conuly ([personal profile] conuly) wrote2025-06-30 04:29 am

Speaking of fictional lawfirms, we finished new Matlock

Season finale spoiler )

During the Christmas episode we saw the firm's acapella group, which might have just been an excuse to highlight one character's amazing singing voice. Anyway, they were singing White Winter Hymnal, and I'm going to just post two quick videos, the original version and a different acapella cover:





(Those lyrics can't be entirely right - surely the pack is swaddled in their coats, not swallowed?)

Anyway, you'll notice that in the first one they weirdly pronounce "the" with a "long e" (the vowel in pee) before the words "white snow". Does that strike anybody else as a weird place to do that?
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the_comfortable_courtesan ([personal profile] the_comfortable_courtesan) wrote2025-06-30 08:37 am

Connexions (15)

Are we not quite chameleons

Matters were somewhat quiet at present in Raxdell House – for the very best of reasons, thought Bert Edwards, that was, officially, Lady Raxdell’s social secretary and found himself undertaking a deal of other duties within that household. Both the daughters married off – Miss Harriett that was now Mrs Brumpage Parry-Lloyd, a flourishing mother already and another in prospect – Miss Emma at Naples with her husband that was a descendant of Neapolitan aristocracy – all very gratifying – and now here was Mr Peter had made quite the most appropriate match. Daughter of Lord Vinwich, that had been part of that fine set about the late Lord Raxdell, nothing could have been more suitable.

The happy couple now made a bridal tour upon the Continent, that most fortunately kept 'em out of the way whilst the east wing of Raxdell House was furbished up suitable for their separate establishment. And here was Bert found himself more or less in the capacity of master of works for that!

Sure that wing was in reasonable good order, but had been somewhat neglected over the years since the Ferrabys had departed. And was entirely proper to be about some matters of decoration for a new bride!

Had walked through the various chambers with Miss Frances – FanFan – that waxed somewhat wistful over the fine New Year parties the hospitable Ferrabys had been wont to hold for the children of their extensive set and, indeed, their own grandchildren.

O! – but why are there bars to the windows here?

Bert fancied that Miss Osberton had some notion of a quite Gothic tale – mayhap of the days of the Vicious Viscount, the late Lord Raxdell’s abominable father –

This was, I apprehend, the nursery. When the Ferrabys first came to Town, Quintus and Miss Flora were still quite infants, but very venturesome creatures, the tales give out, and there was a deal of worry that they would climb up to the windows and mayhap fall out.

What a very sensible thought – so like Lady Ferraby – we must – she blushed a little – keep this chamber to be our nursery.

And there was convoking with Waxman the butler and Mrs Waxman the housekeeper about servants, and with Seraphine Roberts over the kitchens. Seraphine sighed, saying that had Miriam not showed so impatient and gone take that place with the Grigsons, would entire have advanced her interest, but as 'twas, considered that Eugenie was ready to have her own kitchen under hand.

He was at present wondering about what one might do about a personal maid for Mrs Peter.

But he supposed that Jerome, Lord Raxdell’s valet, was undertaking the question of a valet for Mr Peter.

As was his wont every fortnight or so, Jerome had invited him to take a glass or so in his sitting-room and talk household matters and the news of the day, 'twas exactly the occasion to open it.

Handsome Jerome – well on in middle years now, but still a fine-looking fellow with that tawny complexion and curls that only showed a hint of grey – nodded, and said, had been bringing on that lad Antony – you will recall him, was one of the footmen we had from the Potter-Welch agency, one of the orphans that they train up for good service – showed a very pleasing ambition to advance to valet so I have been instructing him in good practices – will be entire ready to take up the position when Mrs and Mrs Peter return –

We were fortunate to engage the services of that fellow Mompson! Not only does he come highly commended as a courier – by Lord Gilbert Beaufoyle no less – but was quite willing to undertake a valet’s duties, having previously been in such a place.

Bert nodded. He had seen the testimonials to Mompson’s abilities, and one felt a deal more comfortable about Mr and Mrs Peter knowing they were in those hands.

But talking of valets, Bert said, I daresay you will not have come across anything of the like – 'tis certainly not good practices! – but I have heard lately that there is some fellow goes about offering reward to valets, and mayhap ladies’ maids, for any compromising letters or such they may get their hands on –

Jerome looked very severe. Sure one hears of chaps that are turned off, or have other reasons for resentment, will possess themselves of letters that might lead to a crim.con. or the like – 'tis low vulgar behaviour but one understands there may have been provocation – but that sounds above and beyond the right way of going on.

Or, perchance, Bert went on, to be entirely fair, may have had some threat to bring against 'em, themselves, to do the deed.

Jerome nodded. After a pause he said, have not heard aught of the matter, but will keep my ears open for hints. I daresay this is some investigation your young lady has been commissioned to?

Bert allowed that the business had been mentioned to him by Miss Hacker. She was not what Jerome supposed by his young lady but they were excellent good friends and it did no harm at all to be seen about with her at the theatre, the Buffle Arms song and supper room, or Cremorne Gardens.

Jerome sighed and said, should not let the grass grow beneath his feet when it was a case of a fine young woman. There had been that magnificent creature Livvy Bracewell, a friend of Sophy Lacey’s as then was, visiting Town with the Fairleighs – lord, a splendid healthy country girl that showed up your drab Town women – admirable character –

But I failed to speak afore they all went back to Herefordshire.

Bert wondered. There was Jerome – still caused a certain amount of sighing amongst the maidservants – such a handsome fellow – such elegant manners – it must be a useful tale to put about that there was a lost love that still commanded his heart.

Because matters at Raxdell House were so quiet there was no difficulty about Bert slipping out discreetly the next evening to go visit Prancey’s, not in his character as the Duchess of Clerkenwell Green but in his usual garb, to take a glass or so with Prancey and discuss arrangements for the next revel of the sisterhood there.

Prancey was entire delighted at the prospect – caused no trouble – paid very generous – the fiddlers had remarked that they were ever being offered additional fees to play particular airs –

Bert nodded, and said that the fiddlers were indeed considerable praised. Also the wine

Sure Mr Barron’s friends at Brighton trade in some very nice stuff! And lately I have had an offer from Vohle, that makes daguerrotypes –

Bert frowned a little, for his recollection of Vohle’s daguerrotypes was that they were of naughty scenes, that he purveyed at Black Tom’s to the young men that came into Seven Dials to see life. Though he also, now Bert thought upon it, provided as 'twere trade cards for Covent Garden Misses displaying their assets.

– took the thought that mayhap your sisterhood might care for mementoes of themselves in their splendour –

That was a very appealing thought! The Duchess of Clerkenwell Green, very stylish in her finery –

Why, I should say that was an excellent thought, but that there is a thing at present gives me pause, that indeed I intended opening to you.

Prancey sat up and looked attentive. Vice Society?

No, not that, 'tis another troubling matter. He described the business as Leda Hacker said Matt Johnson had fathomed it out – some fellow that was going about bribing, or using threats, to get his hands on letters, or mayhap other items, as such depictions would be, that might not be exactly criminal, but would be matters that their rightful owner would pay highly to ensure were not disclosed.

Financial transactions he would not wish his employer, or mayhap his father-in-law, to know of – letters from some lady, that would have an adverse effect on his suit to the heiress he is courting, or perchance bring him into court for a crim.con. proceeding – one surmizes that a chap would not wish his wife to see him prinked up in a finer gown than any she owns – Oh, one perceives a deal of possibilities. Prancey sighed. And sure, who is easier to threaten than a fellow that has reason to fear being took up for unnatural offences?

They both groaned.

Prancey filled both their glasses again, saying, would very discreet see what he might find out. A deal of the fellows that came here were in places where they might have the chance to lay their hands on those sorts of things.

Indeed, thought Bert, was the Reveleys given to indiscretions, that was hard to even imagine, he would be exceeding well-placed to discover 'em! But la, he was the fellow had secrets to conceal, in that household.

So, would not yet be about any matter of a daguerreotype of the Duchess, but opened these findings to Leda Hacker, as they went take a genteel stroll in the Park of Sunday.

Hah! said Leda, sure I shall be about going get my image took by Vohle –

What, as Babsie?

Leda gave a snorting giggle and remarked that from what she understood, Vohle would expect a deal of bubbie on display – no, he already knew her, very like, as Larry Hooper, from Black Tom’s, so she would present in that guise – could contrive some story –

Will give me opportunity to look about his studio – see are there signs of some hidden safe or such –

She tucked her arm into Bert’s and grinned at him. And then might make another visit more covert with my lock-picks.

Today, a-walking in the Park, sure she looked entire a proper young women in some genteel occupation – nothing like the old Bet Bloggs! – and indeed, nothing could be genteeler than, o, she undertakes a little secretarial work for Lady Bexbury, that has so much on hand with her charities.

She dug him in the ribs. Fie, are we both of us not quite chameleons? Then looked up and said, why, there is Frinton with her Ma and young Walter, let us go make civil.

That was entirely agreeable to Bert, that knew from Leda that Miss Frinton was an entire connoisseur of stationery, that he had a considerable nice taste for himself, and was about advizing some business about it.