Monster hunters, spaceships and comedy of manners by indie author Mel Dunay
Hans G. Schantz has very kindly agreed to include Shadow Captain, the first of my two space operas, in one of his gigantic book sales, which is going on right now. Click here to check out all the possibilities, and happy reading!
A conversation elsewhere reminded me that Whisper’s raw transcriptions of dictation can be a bit…alarming, so I am showing three versions of a text chunk below. This demonstrates my dictation workflow but in reverse order. For clarity, the first thing you will see is my final-ish draft, followed by what I was working from: Claude’s cleanup of a Whisper transcription, using the commands I’ve shown in the past. The last thing you’ll see is what Claude was working from: Whisper’s transcription of an audio file I dictated.
Continue reading “Friday Fragments” →Safe to buy it now! Thank you for your patience. Between that hiccup and my failure to e-sign the hours worked for day job in a timely fashion, it’s been a slightly harrowing 24 hours, but both issues got sorted.
We now return you to our irregularly scheduled programming.
For some reason, a different book in the series is showing up with that cover when I buy it and look at it. I won’t get a chance to troubleshoot sooner than late this evening after dayjob. I apologize for the inconvenience.
Edgeworth was a popular “lady novelist” of Jane Austen’s time, perhaps best-known today for her novels (Castle Rackrent, etc) critiquing the Anglo-Irish gentry and their mistreatment of their Irish Catholic tenants. Austen admired her enough to namecheck Belinda in a positive way in Northanger Abbey, and sent her a copy of Emma upon publication. Edgeworth took a while to warm up to Emma and disliked Northanger Abbey even more heartily than I do, but thought moderately well of Mansfield Park, and when I read Belinda for myself, I saw a certain resemblance to Mansfield Park: the thousand foot view of the plot, the messy characters. The setting, the character types and the plot are very different though, and the craftmanship not in Jane Austen’s league. That’s the short version; if you want more details, along with spoilers for most major plot twists, plus me pontificating about adaptation possibilities, read on….
Continue reading “Belinda, By Maria Edgeworth” →–They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky, they’re altogether very often ooky, the Brandon family. Colonel Brandon, like Edward Ferrars, seems to be the pick of a not great litter. He has a deceased father who was a pretty bad lot, a deceased older brother who was a thoroughly bad lot, and a deceased cousin/childhood sweetheart named Eliza, apparently the same age as himself. The two tried to elope to Scotland when they were both sixteen or seventeen(1) but were caught through the treachery of Eliza’s maid. The future Colonel was forcibly packed off to India (implying somebody in the family had ties to the East India Trading Company). Cousin Eliza, who was an heiress, was bullied into marrying the Colonel’s older brother so her fortune could be used to pay off the debts Bad Dad Brandon and Bad Brother Brandon had incurred.
You know what, it’s June 29th as I write this, I had a nice feel-good patriotic song all queued up for the Fourth of July, but then I ran across some of those online people who absolutely cannot shut up about the historical failings of a certain movie which came out a quarter of a century ago to very mediocre box office returns and has largely been forgotten since then. Solely out of spite for these screed writers, I’m going to link to a clip from the film they hate, which is one I usually ignore. This, too, is the American Way.
Note on Margaret Dashwood: in the book, she’s Marianne’s teenaged (but not “out”) sidekick and echo, sort of a Kitty Bennet analogue. She blabs two different secrets of her sisters (“his name begins with an F!” and “he took a lock of her hair!”), accompanies Marianne on the outing where she twists her ankle and meets Willoughby, keeps Mrs. Dashwood company after Christmas while Elinor and Marianne are in London, and by the time of Marianne’s marriage has reached an age for dancing and courting and providing fodder for the romantic speculations of Sir John Middleton and Mrs. Jennings. She is a very underdeveloped character in the book; nothing like the obnoxiously cute wittle moppets of S&S 1995, Kandukondein Kandukondein, or S&S 2008. People who whine about her being left out of the older TV versions are really just pining for the version Emma Thompson wrote for S&S 1995, and showing their ignorance of the novel in the process.
Some Jane Austen novels were popular enough to see tv adaptations very early on, which were not preserved for posterity: Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Persuasion. Some were so (comparatively) uninteresting to the TV/movie-viewing public that people only started adapting them in the 1980s (Mansfield Park, Northanger Abbey). And then you have Sense and Sensibility, which was studiously ignored by the adaptors(1) until 1971, at the dawn of proper TV archiving, and then received a positive torrent of adaptations and modernizations that have continued at the rate of one or two a decade down to the present. Here are my thoughts on the ones I’m aware of. If I don’t say it’s a miniseries, assume it’s movie length (two hours ish) or tv movie length.
Continue reading “Minireviews of Sense and Sensibility Adaptations” →Here’s a profile of him written before his election: https://collegeofcardinalsreport.com/cardinals/robert-francis-prevost/
His twitter handle is @drprevost (feed into xcancel.com or some similar website if you don’t have a twitter account.) There, he mostly retweets things others have said about one or two hot button issues (immigration, ecology), while seeming pointedly disinterested in other issues popular with the same people.
He’s been accused of mishandling sex abuse cases as bishop of Chiclayo, although I will say that I don’t see how a US-born bishop in charge of a Peruvian diocese would ever be in full control of the diocesan bureaucracy: they would never fully accept an outsider as one of their own.
He’s taken the name Leo XIV. The previous Leo was best known for this encyclical.
Pretty much all of these authors have good and bad works, and most have a point at which they stop being consistently good, although possibly by that point you’re fond enough of their work to keep reading. Here’s my advice about what to read by them. Please note that I assume you already know these people starting writing nearly a hundred years ago, and the most prolific of them died about fifty years ago. Their beliefs, prejudices and assumptions were different from those common today. This is a big post, and I’m not going to cudgel my brains trying to remember which books contain scenes which would be considered offensive.
Continue reading “Golden Age Mystery Writers: A Quick Guide to the Big Guns” →
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