In addition to the books I mentioned in the last post, I managed to also read Marie Brennan’s A Natural History of Dragons: A Memoir by Lady Trent. It is the first of four books (at present) set in a fantasy world that is rather like our Earth in the 19th century but with a different date system, slightly different religion, and with dragons. The social norms, along with geopolitics and industry, seem to be more or less lifted from Georgian to Victorian England. On one hand, it was sort of an interesting conceit; other the other hand, it read like the diary of a privileged English woman who was an ignorant and ugly tourist, casually disregarding and stomping on other people’s beliefs, cultures, and ways of life in pursuit of her personal interests. I finished the first book, but the beginning of the second book irritated me so much that it hit the wall. The narrator came off as a selfish, self-indulgent twit. Nope.
On to the next library book, a translation of Patrick Modiano’s In the Cafe of Lost Youth.
Stopped at Poupon today for lunch and they had an amazing special. I’m not sure if they would call it a tart or cake or what; it was a single layer cake with amarena cherries baked in and candied orange peel and slivered almonds on top. It was amazing. And it seemed simple enough that I could probably make it without ruining it.
They were also preparing for one of the DC farmer’s markets, beautiful puff pastry rectangles that were going to be filled with spinach and asparagus and pesto. They looked good enough that I regretted not being able to have one for lunch…but not enough for me to schlep into DC on a day off.
Late to the party, as usual, but I finally saw Ghostbusters. Look, I vaguely remember seeing the first Ghostbusters as a kid with memories of nothing but the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man; rewatched as an adult, it is Just Bad. Is this new one going to win Best Screenplay? Nope, but it made me laugh, and I loved the ladies. I loved that they relied on each other and defended each other and didn’t expect men to rescue them or solve their problems. I loved that in their big fight scene, they wore fight-appropriate clothing that wasn’t gratuitously torn or slashed to show skin. While I appreciated the flipping of the dumb blonde trope to a dumb blond, I just didn’t care about Kevin…mostly because I can never remember which Chris is which and don’t find any of them to be particularly attractive.
In terms of the Chris thing, I have a similar problem with the new Star Trek series. I just don’t care about Kirk or Spock – I think they are both acted in a terribly wooden fashion and the Vulcan’s bowl cut does him no favors. Give me more Uhura, more Sulu, more Bones, more of the newly introduced Jaylah, or the curiously missing Carol Marcus.