Happy Birthday, K!

Movies -- A Recap -- Part XLIV -- Great Styling

I'm not actually quite sure "styling" is the right word for what I liked about Look & See: A Portrait of Wendell Berry, because styling seems to me (someone not in the industry) to be more about costume design, set design, props, and that sort of stuff.  The beauty of Look & See was more in the camera work.  The film is an homage to American rural life, farming, and history more than it is a portrait of the poet who wrote about those things, though his poems do provide the audio to the beautiful, slow, sun-kissed landscapes.  And those photos are a nice reminder of what an incredibly stunning country it is that we live in, even as the subject of the film is that it's all being ruined by big ag.

I thought the set design of Devil in a Blue Dress was fantastic. It's a classic noir mystery, and when I'm in the right mood I really enjoy such films.  They're often somewhat predictable, the characters are more caricatures than individual people, and the plot leaves a little something to be desired, but they're fun and don't require much brain power.  S, as a consequence, was bored by this; I thought it was fun. 

If you're looking for a bathed-in-the-era love story, try If Beale Street Could Talk.  It's simultaneously sad and uplifting, but through it all is a beautiful portrait of life and love. Two young people fall in love. She gets pregnant.  He's accused of a crime he didn't commit.  But they continue to love each other and their families mostly support them.  It's not all sunshine and roses, but that's the gist of it; it's a beautiful portrait of life.  And, set in 1970s New York, the city as a backdrop is its own beautiful character and the outfits are nothing to sneeze at either.

The casting of The Sting is excellent, led by Robert Redford and Paul Newman. They play two grifters and con men, trying to make a quick buck by scamming whomever happens to cross their paths. It's set in the 1930s, so the clothing and set design are Depression-era chic.  It's not what one might call the best era in American history, but nonetheless it did have a particular design of its own.

The problem with Risky Business is that it's mostly known for its one scene; you know the one.  And, let's be clear, it's a great scene.  The reason it's a bummer is because there's so much other good stuff -- besides just pantsless dancing -- in the movie in terms of style. This gem is set in early 1980s Chicago, and the clothes, hair, and cars are everything you could hope for from that time.  The plot is entirely ridiculous, basically a rich kid behaving badly, but if you can suffer through one bad decision after another, it'll take you unapologetically back to 1983.

Movies -- A Recap -- Part XLIII -- War or War-Adjacent Stories

The Zookeeper's Wife follows a Warsaw couple through WWII as they use their zoo to guide Jews fleeing the Nazi occupation of Poland, while also trying to care for the animals who remain.  The couple's faith is tested as Jan leaves his wife at the zoo to join the Warsaw uprising.  I found the actors' accents distracting at times as they came in and out, but it was also nice that some of the cast were German or Polish, which mitigated that in some scenes.

I stumbled upon The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare on an airplane (I saw someone else watching it and had to figure out what it was!) and boy, was it a trip - and based on a true story! It's a little bit hard to comprehend something described as an "action comedy war film," until you realize that it's also a Guy Ritchie film; then somehow it all makes sense. A group of undercover renegade British soldiers aboard a fishing boat set about planning and executing an attack on a German resupply base.  Chaos ensues.  I didn't recognize a lot of the cast, but thought they were well-selected for their roles.

The critical reviews for All Quiet on the Western Front were what got my attention.  I had read the book a couple of times and may not have bothered with the movie if it had not been so well received.  (I have not seen either of the other two film adaptations, done in 1930 and 1979.)  The story more or less follows the book: a young, idealistic German boy signs up to fight for the fatherland. He quickly realizes that war is not what he imagined.  It's a dark, sad story; WWI may have been the worst kind of hell.  I would recommend steering clear of this one if you find yourself lacking the stomach for gore; "visceral" is a good word to describe it.  But other than that  I'll leave it to you to decide whether it stands up to the hype.

As you know, I adore Matt Damon.  The Good Shepherd is one of those sprawling spy stories (in this case, mostly fictionalized) that covers decades of someone's life - in part because the things that happened to them all those years ago shaped who they are and how they got here, and in part because the art of good spycraft often unfolds over years or decades. Matt Damon plays Edward Wilson, and we follow him all the way from his days at Yale to his ascension to the highest rungs of the CIA.  It's a long, slow, character-builder, but I was entertained the whole time not only by Matt's lovely face, but also by the historical clothes and styling, as well as the scenes set in England. If I ever thought, though, that I wanted to be in the CIA, this movie is a good reminder that it would be a terrifying way to live.

Ahh, what a classic G.I. Jane has become for me.  When I want to watch something that's not a war movie but has heavy military presence, it's always fun to watch Demi Moore become the world's most badass lady. And, though I didn't begin to like Viggo Mortensen until he transformed himself into Aragorn (which is really the version of him that I like most), he does a nice turn as Master Chief in this film.

Movies -- A Recap -- Part XLII -- Tough Watches

The characters in Green Book were not what I expected, in a good way (though perhaps not a surprising way).  I expected more of a white savior narrative from big Hollywood.  While some of that is baked into the historical plot (the white guy went along as a bodyguard, so sometimes was literally, physically, the savior), the emotion in the movie to me felt very much equalized, perhaps even reversed.  In the end, it's a beautiful portrait of an unlikely friendship forged during a drive through the Southern states while segregation was still strong.  There are some light, funny moments despite the weight of the circumstances.  It stars one of my faves, Viggo Mortensen, as the driver and Mahershala Ali as the phenomenal pianist Dr. Don Shirley.  In a supporting role, the always lovable Linda Cardellini brings it home.

You'd have to be living under a rock to have neither read, seen, nor heard about Killers of the Flower Moon in the last decade.  But since we're talking about movies here, I'll save my commentary about the book for another time (or never). The basic story is the same: oil is discovered under land owned by the Osage Nation, whose members begin dying mysteriously. Though they nominally become wealthy, the Osage are considered incompetent in the eyes of the law and white guardians are appointed to look after their money.  Meanwhile, the deaths continue.  Eventually they draw the attention of the Bureau of Investigation (which would become the FBI).  The movie was perhaps most discussed for the heavy consultation with members of the Osage Nation during the making of the film.  Of course it was not without the "white savior" criticism (see, Green Book) and others, but no movie about a controversial topic is going to be. 

Oof, It Ends With Us was a tough one.  Two young, beautiful people - Lily and Ryle - fall in love.  The relationship gets a little bit dangerous, a little bit controlling ... was that violent?  Or an accident?  It's all complicated by flashbacks to Lily's younger self and the violence that existed in her family.  It's nuanced, complicated, and ambiguous.  The ending was a little bit candy-coated; however, after the doubt, confusion, and violence running through most of the film, it was a nice palate cleanser.  I have never been shy about my adoration of Blake Lively, who carries this movie on her lovely shoulders.  I also have a new crush on Brandon Sklenar, though time will tell whether it's a crush on him or a crush on his character in this movie, Atlas Corrigan.  (Irony of ironies: both Blake Lively and the former publicist of the leading man have filed suit against him alleging sexual harassment, hostile work environment, retaliatory behavior, orchestrating a smear campaign, and other things.  He counter-sued, and both suits are ongoing and schedule for trial in March 2026.)

Monster's Ball is an old one.  It stars Halle Berry and Billy Bob Thornton as troubled souls who find comfort in each other, against all odds and and against logic. I'm not sure you can call them themes, but the movie touches on racism, crime and capital punishment, suicide, economic struggles, and related issues.  There is so much tragedy in this movie.  One thing I really enjoyed was that there were all sorts of little quirks that were never explained, like why Billy Bob Thornton's character always at his chocolate ice cream with a plastic spoon; they were hints that there was a lot more to these characters than the viewer ever saw.

I wasn't sure whether or not to include The Gift in this category, as it's a much more traditional suspense-thriller than seems like would befit the theme. But when I think back on the movie, I'm still creeped out by Joel Edgerton's character and the chaos he produces in the lives of and relationship between the other leads. These sorts of stories, full of psychological attacks and gaslighting that cause one to question their own sanity, coupled with the sort of terror felt mostly (though not exclusively) by women, disturb me in the most primordial parts of my brain.  They get into my psyche in a way that blood-and-gore horror simply does not do.  Then there are the questions of coercive control within the relationship, which is a whole other issue.  So I can't say I recommend this one, exactly, but it sure does accomplish its goal and -- as far as this category is concerned -- remind me about the evil that can be out there.

Movies -- A Recap -- Part XLI -- Foreign Stories

If you like Mexico, try Book of Love.  Let me be clear, this is not a particularly good movie.  The plot is that a completely unsuccessful British writer is a surprise hit in Mexico; he goes on a book tour only to discover that his book has been completely rewritten in translation by a lovely Mexican woman with her own struggles and frustrations.  The expected story follows.  Despite not being a good film, there are a lot of beautiful shots of Mexico (though, interestingly, it was originally scheduled to be filmed in the Canary Islands but was forced to relocate during COVID).  It leaves behind the beaches and drug trafficking, and instead is a love letter to Mexican culture, geography, and people, which is perhaps not surprising considering it has a Mexican director.

I could say the same thing about Made in Italy as about Book of Love.  The story here is that a father-son pair who do not get along particularly well are force to examine their relationship when they inherit a house in Italy.  The father and son are played by real-life father-son pair Liam and Micheal Neeson.  The villa they had inherited has stunning views of the sweeping Italian countryside, which is enough to make anyone want to pack up and buy a place there. 

Brooklyn is only half-set in another country -- this time, Ireland -- but the central geographic tension in the story is about longing for home, whether it be there or in Brooklyn. Eilis (played by ) left her small town in Ireland in search of a better life in Brooklyn.  She misses home desperately, but when she goes back to visit her old-fashioned town in County Wexford, finds herself missing her new home and new life in the more modern New York.  The cinematography is stunning; pay special attention to the use of color depending on location and mood.  Who better to play Eilis than Saoirse Ronan, who was born in New York to Irish parents, but taken back to Ireland at age three to grow up?

While we're on the subject of the relationship between the Emerald Isle and America, you might check out The Problem With People.  Brooklyn is the better of the two films, but if you want something more comedic, you can watch two estranged cousins (played by Paul Reiser and Colm Meaney) try to mend fences, their dying patriarch's final wish.  Things seem to be going well, until they aren't. Lovely scenery and good music, of course!

Anatomy of a Fall is set in the French Alps.  When a man is found dead outside his home by his visually-impaired son, the investigation begins.  Was he pushed from the balcony by his frustrated wife?  Did he fall accidentally?  Was it a suicidal leap?  The only person who may know the truth is the son, but what can he really be relied on to "know," impressionable as he is due to his age and disability?  I love an unreliable narrator, and this movie has them in spades. 

I'm including Transsiberian here despite the fact that the main characters are American.  My exception is because the film takes place on and near a train from Beijing to Moscow, which is a most Eur-Asian method of travel.  Under the influence of some mysterious fellow travelers (including Kate Mara, whom I adore), the Americans get tied up in criminal behavior they never intended.  It's a classic mystery, carried on the shoulders of Emily Mortimer, one of the Americans (who, in actuality, is English).

Movies -- A Recap -- Part XL -- Kids Movies (or are they?)

Is it the case that movies for kids are just better than movies for adults, or is my chosen selection of kids movies better, and there are some really bad ones out there that I'm just not seeing.  Open to your thoughts.

My recent viewing of E.T. was a little extra (ha)!  It was one of the SLSO play-along shows, where the score of the movie is played live by the symphony while the movie runs on the projection screen.  I forgot what a sweet and simple movie this is, and it was wonderful to see it again.  I learned a few fun facts about the score from the materials in the program, including that John Williams was having a really hard time conducting the orchestra so that the music in the finale would match the action in the film.  Steven Spielberg, understanding the importance of the music, turned off the film and allowed Williams to conduct the orchestra according to the needs of the music, then re-cut the conclusion of the film to fit the music.  Their understanding and appreciation of the other led to a lifelong partnership of film- and music-making.)

Inside Out is fantastic, and also a total tearjerker.  The main character is a little girl whose family moves, but the perspectives in the film come from her five main emotions: Joy (voiced by Amy Poehler), Fear (Bill Hader), Anger (Lewis Black), Disgust (Mindy Kaling), and Sadness (Phyllis Smith).  As Riley navigates her new home and school, her emotions do battle in her head over how to best manage the changes in her life.  And, even as adults, who can't relate to that experience?

The new Barbie really isn't a movie for kiddos, but since it's based on a toy, I'm including it here.  It stars Margot Robbie as Barbie and Ryan Gosling as Ken. This movie is loaded with subjects for analysis, and frankly requires a re-watch.  There is commentary about feminism, gender roles, patriarchy (and matriarchy, though with somewhat less criticism), capitalism, self-discovery, and more.  I'm not sure if I liked it, because I'm not sure what I think of it yet.  More consideration required. 

Y'all remember Labyrinth, right?  Well, I can confidently say that it is at least as weird as you remember it being, if not weirder.  As a kid I remember thinking that the music was the strange part of the whole experience; as an adult, it felt very much the other way around.  (Fun fact:it was directed by Jim Henson.  Yes, that Jim Henson.)

I watched The Secret Lives of Pets 2 on a plane.  As with many sequels, I did not enjoy it as much as the original, but it was still sufficiently entertaining to accomplish the goal of passing the time.  Even if I had viewed it elsewhere, I expect I would have found it amusing. (Aside: Pop Culture Happy Hour, my favorite pop culture podcast, did an episode about the best movies to watch on an airplane.  One of the panelists recommended kids' movies, which is a recommendation I can get behind: bright colors which show up well on that tiny screen, the plot is easy to understand despite distractions and stuff going on around you, and there will be no embarrassing sex scenes.)

Next up: Inside Out 2. 

Movies -- A Recap -- Part XXXIX -- Feel-Good Redemption Stories

The list of movies which I have seen an not written about is so long!  So many movies, I'll see how many of them I can remember....

Florence Pugh is someone that I am only beginning to know well enough to recognize her face.  I first appreciated her talent as part of a two-star cast opposite Morgan Freeman in A Good Person.  As a (relatively) young actress able to hold your own against Morgan Freeman, you've got to have some real skill. In A Good Person, she plays a woman who kills some of her fiance's family members in a car accident and suffers serious injuries herself, leading to addiction to painkillers and a reckoning with her fiance's family. It's a lovely look at people who are struggling and a portrait of modern addiction.

I watched Sr. not really knowing what to expect.  I love Robert Downey, Jr. for reasons I am a little bit hard pressed to explain.  But I do.  It's right there in his name, "Jr.," that there is a father of the same name, but I had never really thought about it until I heard about this movie.  It's a non-traditional biopic, made by the son as he knows his father is dying.  It's about their relationship (as you would expect), but also about the father's career and about film-making as an art.  It was a beautiful portrait and a sweet homage, though I feel like some of the appreciation of the art was lost on me because I know nothing about Sr.'s career. 

I didn't know until I was looking into Rams that Sam Neill, probably best known to my generation for his role in Jurassic Park, grew up in New Zealand. The movie is actually set in Australia, and is about a decades-long feud between two brothers who also happen to be neighboring small-town sheep farmers.  It's funny (not ha-ha funny) and requires a bit of cultural understanding.  I always liked Sam Neill, now even more than previously.  Fun fact: this movie is a remake of the original Icelandic version.

The Guardian is an appreciation of and homage to the United States Coast Guard rescue swimmers who save troubled boaters, and a look at the toll that work can take on a person and their relationships. The plot is one of those predictable but enjoyable ones.  Kevin Costner plays the person he so often - a grumpy old man, once the best in the business, who despite his grizzled exterior has a soft, gooey center.

My boyfriend, Matt Damon, stars in We Bought a Zoo. It's based on a book and a real-life true story of a widower with two kids who, in an act of frustration and desperation, abandons his prior life and buys a broken-down zoo desperately in need of funding and repairs, to say nothing of the crew of misfits who are there keeping it running as best they can.  It's a tearjerker and a genuine feel-good story.

Today, We Remember

What I'm Reading Now -- Chop Fry Watch Learn

I'm on to my next Postal Book Club book!  It's E's pick: Chop Fry Watch Learn: Fu Pei-mei and the Making of Modern Chinese Food.

Our book club books are exchanged together with a small notebook in which we each write a page or two of our thoughts regarding that particular selection.  Normally, I don't read anyone else's comments until after I have read the book and formulated my own thoughts.  I was a bit surprised by E's selection because I did not recall her being a big fan of Chinese food, so I went ahead and peeked at her comments.  And I was right!  She's not a big fan, but had good things to say about the story regardless. I'm diving in with high expectations!

The Mayor of Casterbridge -- Take 2

I am a touch disappointed in myself that the last time I posted was when I started reading this book.  Now, I have (finally!) finished it.

I was surprised by how readable The Mayor of Casterbridge was.  Often the wordiness of these older books makes them quite tedious to read, but I found this one more delightful than tedious.  The writing was detailed in that old-fashioned sort of way, but also amusing and easy to digest.  If you, like me, feel as though there are some holes in your education in the classics, I would recommend this as a good place to put a toe back in the water.

It is the story of (you guessed it) the mayor of a British town called Casterbridge.  In his youth, he had gotten screaming drunk at a county fair and sold his wife and child to a passing sailor.  He regretted his drunken choices and swore off alcohol for 21 years as a result (a vow which he kept).  In the meantime, his wife's new husband set sail, and she and the child returned to the town of which the former drunk was now the mayor and most prominent farmer.  His past deeds back to haunt him, he falls, step-by-frustrating-step, from grace.  

This is one more book I can mark off my 2025 Reading Challenge! 

What I'm Reading Now -- The Mayor of Casterbridge

Who out there has read The Mayor of Casterbridge?  I ended up with both a modern printing and a vintage, leatherbound copy.  I am farther into it than I usually am when I write my first post about a book I'm reading.

And so far, this book is surprisingly readable and -- though this word is overused in writing about books -- compelling.  It's a book about, in short, a guy who makes a bad mistake early in his life and spends the rest of his life paying for it.  Reading it is a little bit like watching a slow motion train wreck; it's horrible and fascinating and I can't look away.

What I Read -- Greyfriars Bobby

Here I am again, catching up on my 2024 Reading Challenge!  I picked up Greyfriars Bobby when I was in Scotland (how appropriate), but didn't get to reading it until late last year. 

Because it's a vintage original, I didn't take it with me on our trip to Cyprus because I didn't want to beat it up any more than necessary.  It took me a little while to get back into it when we got home, but once I did I couldn't put it down.

It's the true and very sweet story of a loyal and lovable Skye terrier who, after his master's death, spent every night sleeping on his master's grave in the Greyfriars churchyard.  The neighborhood kids and local barkeep kept an eye on him, and he loved them back, but his loyalty was always to his deceased master.

If you like a dog story, this is a delightful read.  It would be a fairly short read too, but for the fact that much of it is written in Scottish dialect which takes a bit of getting used to to decipher. 

And with that, I'm up 7 of my 12 books for 2024!

What I Read -- Since We Fell

I really shouldn't be pickup up recreational reading since I'm so behind on my 2025 Reading Challenge (and really, my 2024 Reading Challenge, too).

But, I was out in Colorado and found a copy of Since We Fell waiting for a good home.  So, I picked it up.

If you just need to turn pages, this book will do it.  But as Dennis Lehane books go, it wasn't Mystic River.  Since We Fell opens with the main character shooting her husband.  Then we flash back to how she got to that point.  Someone dying is always a good hook.  And some of the justification that followed made sense, but then at some point -- as is often the case in books with convoluted plots -- it just goes a bit off the rails. 

What's great about a found book is that you can so easily pay it forward just by leaving it somewhere.  The Durango airport has a bookshelf sponsored by the local library -- by now I'm sure that the initial library donation of books has been fully turned over by travelers (including myself) -- where I left this when I was finished with it. 

If you happen to find yourself in Durango and want a page-turner, maybe it'll still be there for you!

What I Read -- Faster: How a Jewish Driver, an American Heiress, and a Legendary Car Beat Hitler’s Best

Faster was on my 2024 Reading Challenge, but I didn't even begin it until I was on the way home from Cyprus.  So, it was already 2025.  Obviously, I'm crushing it.

For anyone interested in the history of auto racing, it's a good read.  Though I like particular modern auto racing (namely, Formula 1), I haven't spent much (if any) time with the history of the sport.  Faster gives a lot of color and background which I knew nothing about.  The "American Heiress" referenced in the subtitle refers to Lucy Schell, whom I am now very interested to learn more about.  Maybe she will be the biography I write! 

And, it was recommended by a friend of mine, so now we have something we can chat about next time we see each other.

Where Have I Been?

Great question.  As soon as I figure it out, I'll let you know!

What I Read -- Murder on the Oceanic

Together with My World, I picked up Murder on the Oceanic, by Edward Marston, at our hotel in Agia Napa.

I'm also counting this one for my 2025 Reading Challenge.  The July theme is "beach read."  Though it was nowhere near July when I read this in January, I was staying at a hotel with a beachfront view, so I'm giving myself a pass in terms of the calendar. 

As I recently noted, I have been reading more murder mysteries lately.  In addition to this, I've been through By a Spider's Thread, A Sudden Death in Cyprus, and Listen for the Lie, just in the last year.  That may not sound like a lot, but given that it probably matches the number I've read in the entire previous decade before last year, it actually is quite an increase.

Murder on the Oceanic is the seventh in a series of set-on-fancy-luxury-liner mysteries.  As I understand it, the husband-and-wife detectives carry through the series, but as with By a Spider's Thread, the stories themselves stand independently.

I found this one to be better written than A Sudden Death in Cyprus, and I very much enjoyed the constant tips of the hat to highfalutin turn-of-the-last-century morals, especially amongst the British characters.  It's all the same oh-no-she-didn't shock and horror that I love about Downton Abbey.  And really, with these books, it isn't so much about the plot as it is about the trappings, isn't it?

What I Read -- By a Spider's Thread

A dear friend, L, with whom I always seem to have hours-long chats often including books, shares my same love for British television and murder mystery shows.  She also reads some murder mystery books, and recommended Laura Lippmann to me for two reasons -- as they go, she said, the writing was decent; and, the main character is a rower.

L happened to have two copies of By a Spider's Thread on her bookshelf, so she gave me one to get me started.  It is the eighth book in the series about this particular detective, but as these things go, there is enough background provided in each book that it really doesn't matter whether you've read the others or not.  They stand on their own just fine.

In case you're interested in the details of this particular mystery, it involves a wife who runs away from her husband, taking their two kids.  The husband hires our main character, Tess, who is working as a private detective, to track down his missing family.

It's not literature.  But it is a book, and sometimes it's nice just to keep turning the pages. And - for what it's worth - much of what she says about working through problems while spending quiet mornings on the water is quite true.

What I Read -- My World

I love hotels that have a collection of books left by earlier patrons.  You just never know what you might find.  At our hotel in Agia Napa, the business center had just such a collection, and I picked up two new reads.

One of them was My World, by Jonny Wilkinson.  I'm also counting this one as my January book for the 2025 Reading Challenge - a book you picked up because of its cover.  The edition that was at the hotel was the original hardcover (whose picture is included here), and really, how could I not pick up a book with my first rugby crush's face on it?

The book itself was a mixed bag.  The play-by-play of the various rugby matches that he recounts was candy for me but would be extremely tedious to someone who is not interested in the sport.  It suffers from the same thing that many early-in-life-successes suffers from, causing me to ask, "you're twenty-four, what do you know about life?"  This is tempered somewhat by the last portion of the book which looks forward much more than backward.

It's a quick read full of fantastic pictures of my boy Jonny, including - you guessed it -- the front cover.

What I Read -- The Cyprus Collection

For no particular reason other than adventure, S and I ventured to Cyprus over the Christmas and New Year's holidays.  Neither of us knew much about it.  However, the day after we had bought our plane tickets, we were at a used bookstore down in Florida with K and came across Cyprus: The Sweet Land, by Petroclos Stavrou. This one was more of a picture book, but opened with a rather helpful introduction about the lengthy history of Cyprus, which of necessity includes a who's who of conquering powers through the centuries: Mycenaens, Achaens, French (of a sort), Egyptians, Persians, Romans, Italians, Turks, and British, as well as the requisite period under the Byzantine empire and periodic raids by the Arab powers. The island's location in the eastern Mediterranean, at the crossroads of many a culture, has its curses, I suppose.

S picked up a couple of books for me at the library before we left for our trip.  As reading vintage travel books is my current favorite activity, he managed to find one called Cyprus Then and Now, by Gordon Home.  It was published in 1960, just as Cyprus gained its independence from Great Britain.  Though the book made passing reference to the cultural distance between the Cypriots of Greek descent and those of Turkish descent, the hostile Turkish takeover of a third of the island was still a decade and a half in the future at the time of publication.  That action, though, caused the UN to send in troops to maintain the "Green Zone" -- even to this day -- which separates the Greek and Turkish portions of the island.  Turkey is the only nation that recognizes Turkish Cyprus as a country in its own right, and the Turkish aggression and refusal to relent has led to Nicosia, the capital of Cyprus, being the last remaining divided capital city in Europe.  We didn't cross to the Turkish side, though it is relatively easy for tourists to do, but walking the Green Zone is a strange enough experience all on its own.

But about the book: the first slightly-more-than-half provides an extensive if somewhat selective history of the island, with the last several chapters being close-ups on a few of the tourist areas.  I skipped a few of those chapters which related to areas now in Turkish Cyprus, since we weren't going there, but poked through everything that was in the southern part of the island.  Always fun. 

His comments and descriptions were observant, often biting, and quite amusing for me as a reader. Here are a few of my favorites:

In describing the "takeover" of Cyprus by the French, under Guy de Lusignan, from the British, under Richard the Lionheart:
"At this juncture, Guy de Lusignan, who had lost his kingdom of Jerusalem, comes into the picture.  ... Contemporary opinion was severe on the handsome Guy, to some extent, no doubt, because of the loss of his kingdom.  In spite of these criticisms on his character it appears that he was possessed of courage if lacking in ability."

On the Cypriot attempt to repel the Egyptian invasion in 1426:
"Difficulties suggesting hurry and bad organization began at once.  Trumpets had been forgotten, with resultant difficulty in conveying orders, and there was a great shortage of wine that led to a mutinous uproar and rioting around the tower where the king was lodged and the wine stored."  Really, who can be bothered with the Egyptians under such circumstances?

On the capital city of Nicosia:
"Approximately in the centre of the Plain of Messaoria stands Nicosia, the capital, girt with its massive circle of fortifications about 1,500 yards in diameter and 2-2/3 miles in circumference.  The little city fills this space closely with a compact network of streets that have a tendency to lead nowhere in particular and subtly to bring the stranger out towards the ramparts when he is endeavoring to reach the centre. ... Altogether twelve breaches [of the city wall] have been [intentionally] made in recent times, each provided with a broad earthen embankment to carry the road across the ditch, that averages about 350 feet in width.  Some of these openings being quite unnecessary, the recklessness that authorized them was deplorable, for the Renaissance character that Nicosia bore externally until comparatively recent years has been sadly weakened."

Finally, there was the stabby fiction: A Sudden Death in Cyprus, by Michael Grant.  I don't consider myself to be a frequent reader of what is commonly referred to as "genre fiction," but (1) I am enjoying more murder mysteries lately, and (2) Cyprus is a small place and there aren't many books about it.  So when this one puts it right there in the title, how could I not? And I have to give credit where it's due: Mr. Grant does have a way of noting the details of a place and making sure that they end up in the prose.  A better writer would make it less contrived and provide some more natural scene-setting, but I had to forgive that in favor of pure observation.  It was fun to have noticed this or that myself as we were touring, then a day or two later come across that same thing in the book.  The protagonist, such as he is, is an almost-reformed ex-con who managed to escape punishment for the worst of his thieving, and now is living under an assumed name in Paphos.  When he witnesses a murder in broad daylight on the beach, he gets blackmailed into helping get to the bottom of it.  Incredibly improbably shenanigans ensue.

2025 Reading Challenge

K and I are again embarking on an annual reading challenge.  This year's selections are:

January: a book you first picked up because of the cover
My World, by Jonny Wilkinson

February: a book about mental health
Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking, by Susan Cain

March: a short story collection
In the Gloaming, by Alice Elliott Dark

April: a book published in the year you were born
The Mayor of Casterbridge, by Thomas Hardy

May: a sequel
March, by Geraldine Brooks

June: something funny
Twas the Nightshift Before Christmas, by Adam Kay

July: a beach read
Murder on the Oceanic, by Edward Marston

August: a re-read
Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End, by Atul Gawande

September: a book with "secret" in the title
The Many Lives & Secret Sorrows of Josephine B., by Sandra Gulland

October: a book involving magic, witches, vampires, sorcery, or the like
Unfinished Tales of Numenor and Middle-Earth, by J.R.R. Tolkien

November: something containing recipes
On Rue Tatin: Living and Cooking in a French Town, by Susan Herman Loomis

December: something told from the point of view of the villain or bad guy
The Meaning of Night, by Michael Cox

Some of these may require some additional explanation, and I will try to provide that as I write about each individual book.

Usual rules apply (to the extent possible):
1. It has to be a book I already own;
2. It has to be a book I have not read yet (or at least haven't finished yet);
3. Though I can go out of order, some of the months are clearly themed (e.g., July, October), so I will try to read those books at least close to the month they are selected for; and
4. If I want to include a book I've already listed but didn't read, that's okay.

How will I do this year?

Christmas Recap

My holidays were a little bit non-traditional this year, but I managed to squeeze in a good bit of celebration regardless.

We started out down in Florida with K, where, shortly after Thanksgiving, we undertook the annual favorite task of decorating for Christmas.  What's not to love about this? It happens early, it sets the scene, and there's still so much anticipation about all the fun to come!  Plus, the trouble of putting all this stuff away again is a problem for your future self -- or in this particular case, your future sister.  And, true to form, she put away all but one forgotten decoration: the ornaments that I had hung from the dining room light fixture!

Both while we were doing that and also sprinkled throughout our lengthy stay in Florida we watched several Hallmark-type, holiday-themed rom-coms whose names were generic enough to be forgotten before the movie was over.  I caught Love Actually on our flight to Cyprus, and one of our hotels seemed to have movies primarily in German, so we watched portions of The Santa Clause and The Santa Clause 2 and practiced our deutsch. Plus we found some more Hallmark-style movies both in English and other languages. 

Cyrpus has a few towns known for their Christmas markets, and S planned our travels specifically so we would be in or near Agros and Kyperounta in the run-up to Christmas, so we made the most we could out of the markets in those towns.  The best part -- the Christmas train pulled through the town center of Agros by a tractor!  (Last year in Ireland, we stumbled onto a 600-odd tractor run on Christmas day.  Are we developing a Christmas tradition of tractors, however odd that may be?!)  We also happened upon similar markets in Pano Lefkara (traditional) and Larnaca (the big city version).

For our Christmas feast, not quite knowing what would be available to tourists, we opted to attend the ultra-fancy Christmas Eve dinner at our ultra-fancy hotel in Paphos.  We had a grand time!  The spread was out of this world (probably the most extensive I have seen), there was live music during cocktail hour beforehand and in the ballroom as dinner trailed off, Christmas crackers -- silly though they may be -- topped each table, and the hotel was decorated top to bottom in Christmas decor.

A delightful little treat at our Christmas morning breakfast

Speaking of which, pretty much everything in Cyprus was decorated for the holiday.  Pubs, restaurants, shops -- everywhere you looked! The hotels especially, probably knowing they're catering to a bunch of people who don't get to put up their own decorations at home, were dressed to the nines.

We rented a car for our journey about Cyprus -- a surprisingly reliable little Kia Rio, which can go farther than one might think with the gas light on (and that goodness for that!) -- and S indulged me in my Christmas playlist all I wanted as we cruised around.

And, now that we've returned home, we will collect our packages and have our own little delayed Christmas morning on this very snowy day here at home!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

2024 Reading Challenge Recap

Last year started out strong for my reading challenge, but ended poorly.  Here's the lowdown on how I did:

January: a book with a one-word title
Andorra, by Peter Cameron
READ

February: a book based on a real event
Isaac's Storm: A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Storm in History, by Erik Larson
READ

March: a book that will stretch you
Love Her Wild, by Atticus
READ

April: a book recommended by a friend
Faster, by Neal Bascomb
IN PROGRESS

May: a book your mom loves
Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight, by Alexandra Fuller
DID NOT BEGIN

June: a book about hiking/road tripping
The Ultimate Journey: Canada to Mexico Down the Continental Divide, by Eric and Tim Ryback
READ

July: a book about books
The Library Book, by Susan Orlean
DID NOT BEGIN

August: a book that has a cover you love
Greyfriars Bobby, by Eleanore Atkinson
IN PROGRESS

September: a book set in an intriguing city
Tangerine, by Christine Mangan
DID NOT BEGIN

October: a used book
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, by Ken Kesey
DID NOT BEGIN

November: a book with an ugly cover
The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams
READ (but earlier in the year, out of order)

December: a book with a number in the title
Three Day Road, by Joseph Boyden
DID NOT BEGIN

All in all, that's a success rate of 50%, if I could both of the partially-read books as half credit.  Not one of my better years.  But, it is what it is.  My Goodreads page will reflect that I read several books which weren't part of my reading challenge, so if I were to give myself credit for those as well, I would be up to 17 books for the year, or a success rate of 142%.  So, that's something, right?

Happy New Year