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For reasons as yet unknown to medical science, although I am doing my best to get medical science to find them out, I am in the acutely worst shape I have been in since the summer of 2023 and it is devouring all of my time. Have some links.

1. In music still in situ on my computer, I have had the Punters' "Jim Harris" (1997) since 2005 when I believe it to have been one of the fruits of a now-deceased music community on LJ. It is not a variant on Child 243; it was contemporarily written by Peter Leonard of Isle Valen about a local schooner fender-bender in 1934. I discovered last year that it's got a Roud number and I have never gotten over the way its last verse turns from traditionally recounted maritime mini-disaster to Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi:

It's all right when the wheel is going up, but when she turns for to go down
You all might meet with the same sad fate as Jim Harris in Paradise Sound


The folk tradition being what it is, this song is naturally the only thing I know abour its eponymous captain, which is rough.

2. I should not have read this article about the Instagram filter valley of the current rejuvenative craze for deep-plane face-lifts no matter what because one of the reasons I have trouble being read as younger than my age is that I have worked very hard to reach this one, but toward the end of the piece I hit an anonymously quoted surgeon, "When you look at someone else with an elite face-lift . . . all you should be thinking is, How did you age better than me? The goal is you want to look genetically dominant to other people," and at the notion that eugenics should be aspirationally mixed with ageism, I just wanted that surgeon to be operated upon by Dr. Einstein after an all-night open-bar horror marathon. I felt better after dialing up the grainily inimitable footage of Pamela Blair's "Dance: Ten; Looks: Three" (1975).

3. Thanks to listening to Arthur Askey, I became curious about the origins of the musical have-a-banana phrase which diffused decades ago from music hall into general pop culture and apparently the best guess is a Rocky Horror-style audience improvisation that has proceeded to endure as a meme for more than a century. Good for it.

I just want to sleep and read books and write about movies. Who's even asking for a small fortune?

Busy, Busy - Pics

Sep. 6th, 2025 02:00 pm
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The compost pile in the back of the garden is cooking away.  It is officially in the HOT compost category.  I grabbed a handful of it to inoculate a different pile and it was too hot to hold comfortably.  So that pile is officially off limits for new material.  That meant I needed to clean out the other side, the left hand side. The left side had several wheelbarrows full of failed compost sitting forlornly on the bricks. That pile had composted fast and hot and then just stopped and failed to finish the process.  Nothing I did helped.  By this time it was a heap of hydrophobic materials.  I decided to move the pile out of the official composting area and try again.  As I dug material out I watered, and watered and watered it, using the shovel to chop up chunks. It was slow going.  Once I had a damp pile I got the PH meter out and took a reading.  6.0.  Which isn't bad, but it is on the acidic side and it made me wonder if part of the problem was that the whole mess was too acidic to continue composting.  The original pile had a lot of oak leaves in it, which are pretty acid.   Step two was to add horse manure from the corrals (fresh material to attract microbes) and handfuls of wood ash from the fireplace to reduce the PH.  Here is the pile as I was adding material.  In the background Firefly has done an excellent job of creating a fire break around the garden.  This winter I have to burn that little pile of branches...Pics )





Lesson

Sep. 5th, 2025 03:50 pm
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Yesterday I was making some phone calls to round up judges for my next ETS event. I called Lisa F.  During the conversation I managed to talk her into taking a lesson.  Actually we managed to schedule two lessons, one of which was this morning. 
Lisa has a nice, quiet sorrel gelding.  She described him as being very gentle, but hard to get moving and also as being uncomfortable leaving his herd.  I told her we would be starting with ground work. 
Lisa's mom joined us, mostly sitting off to the side, but watching and listening. We started by talking about how horses see the world.  It is really hard for people to wrap their heads around the idea that in a herd, the dominant animal is the one keeping all the rest of the horses safe, so horses are much happier if you establish the fact that you are the alpha horse.  The trick is to do this without violence.  Lisa's horse started by standing too close to me and trying to nibble me for treats.  A few sharp raps to his nose persuaded him he really didn't want to do that.  It was harder to get Lisa to break the habit of petting him when he did so, but she worked on it throughout the lesson. We moved on to asking the horse to move his hind end away, to back away from us and to move his front feet away.   We stood and talked and corrected him when he stepped forward into our space  and when he dropped his head to graze.  No grazing while working unless explicit permission is given.  We talked about cues using body posture and gestures.  In the beginning it is appropriate to use a stick called a carrot stick, to extend your arm, but as the horse begins to understand and move appropriately a hand gesture can be substituted. Over the lesson the horse got more responsive and less sleepy. 
I was so happy to be teaching and Lisa (and her mom) were thrilled with the info.  At the very end the mom got up and approached the horse who immediately swung his head over to demand treats.  I pointed this out and she did an appropriate correction.  It was a great demonstration of the fact that each individual is treated differently.  (i.e. the mom was treated as another herd member, with whom the horse had a relationship with - just because one human is dominant doesn't mean they all are.) The horse is a nice fellow and I think they will make good progress with him.  We have the second lesson in a couple of weeks.  

Cow Corrals, Kittens

Sep. 5th, 2025 03:05 pm
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Two days ago (Wed)  I went down to the Cow Corrals to clean up.  Gaah, what a mess. Dried cow manure absolutely everywhere, mostly in small chunks. Also some leaves.  Cody held the cows in the corrals for several days this summer and didn't clean anything up. Thankfully it was all really dry, but it took all day; on a day it reached 97F; to finish. The oaks are starting to loose their leaves as fall begins, so there will be more cleanup to do, but leaves are easy. 
While I cleaned I dragged the horse panels back into place.  The "horse panels" are lightweight panels that I use to divide the corrals up into sections  Cody always moves them around when the cows use the corrals.  There was baling string everywhere.  It was used by all kinds of people to tie things together, hang hay bags from the panels an who knows what else.  I ruthlessly cut it down.
As I was finishing the next to last corral (actually an alley) I untied more string plus a rope and stepped back from the alley fence. A big gust of wind hit the panels and knocked them to the ground, hitting my wrist in a very painful way.  I had thought the panels were pinned to the post, and even looked to confirm this.  The loop on the post was there, and the pin was there, but unfortunately the pin only went between two panels and did not include the loop to the post.
Yesterday Donald and I went back to the corrals. I repaired a couple of the chains that hold the gates closed. Those chains have brass snaps at the end which occasionally get broken. With the repairs done I began attaching more loops to posts so the panels would never fall again. We walked the heavy, heavy 20 ft panel back up so I could measure, tied it in place temporarily so I could be very precise. It was fussy work as the  loops on the post in the center had to end up exactly in the right place.  I didn't set the posts for the corrals, and whomever did wasn't very careful, so the posts going around the inside of the alley corner aren't quite in the right places. Happily I was able to make it all work.  In a couple of places this meant using the hammer to bend the loop slightly.  
While I was fiddling with the fences, Donald was pulling star thistle out of the side of the arena. He got quite a lot done before we got hot and tired and headed home for a nap. 
In the evening we went back down to the Corrals.  I installed two new water hoses, dropped two last pins into the alley fence and removed the last bits of stray baling string.  Donald went off to pet the tiny kittens at the Red Barn.  The barn cat  had 7 kittens who are still quite tiny, they just opened their eyes. They are all some form of grey tabby.  Sadly the light in the barn is so dim the pictures didn't turn out. 
Paul and Anna pulled it right after 7pm after a long hot haul from the Sacramento area.  They stayed the night, had a leisurely morning and left for Eureka this morning to attend a weekend endurance ride.  They were so happy that the evening was cool; it was a perfect early fall evening with crickets singing and an almost full moon.

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2025/138: The Golden Gate β€” Vikram Seth
.. "Dear fellow!
What's your next work?" "A novel..." "Great!
We hope that you, dear Mr Seth--"
"In verse," I added. He turned yellow.
"How marvellously quaint," he said,
And subsequently cut me dead. [stanza 5.1]

Seth's verse novel, The Golden Gate
should really be reviewed in rhyme.
A story told in lines of eight
or nine syllables: worth your time.
A tale of love, protest and cats:
and death, and homophobia -- that's
the nineteen eighties for you, in
fair San Francisco, shrine to sin.Read more... )

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"Would a Calvinist have just scoffed an entire bag of fish jerky?" I reasonably texted [personal profile] selkie, who had just significantly improved the evening of a week that has taken a deeply unwanted turn for the medical by causing a bagful of groceries and seltzer to appear on the front steps. Hestia professed interest in the little squares of maple-and-coconut salmon, but had to content herself with treats designed for delectation of cat and curling up on the couch next to me. I am fascinated by the pumpkin spice cookies that come ready to bake from refrigerated. The bananas are already having a short shelf life.

ETA: Later texted to [personal profile] spatch: "Who the hell is going to steal and sell Pedialyte? If you could get high off it, I'd have spent 2023 as a kite."
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2025/137: The Dream Hotel β€” Laila Lalami
β€œI didn’t do anything.” In a whisper this time.
Lucy nods. β€œRight. But what’d they say you were going to do?” [loc. 400]

Historian Sara Hussein, returning from a conference in London and eager to see her husband and their two small children, is detained by authorities at LAX. Her risk score -- the likelihood of her committing a crime in the near future -- has been calculated as over 500, marking her as a potential threat to her family. She's sent to a retention centre ('not a prison or a jail') known as Madison, for 21 days of forensic observation.

Nearly a year later, she's still there.

There are several contributory factors to Sara's 'retention': she's Moroccan-American, and she was impatient with the airport security officers. Most significantly, though, she has a Dreamsaver implant, which improves sleep quality and depth (invaluable for a mother of young children) -- and also (as mentioned in the small print of the EULA) records the dreams of the user. That data is just one of the two hundred inputs to the Risk Assessment Administration's crime-prediction algorithm.Read more... )

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A double-header at this afternoon's medical appointment: the tech not only expressed surprise at my calendar age, but assumed from my voice that I was either foreign-born or had spent significant time out of the country, specifically she thought in the UK. Given the current climate, I should be clear that she was curious, not hostile; one of her children had been a staffer in the Obama administration and two others had been some kind of federal employee and she had considerable feelings on subjects from vaccines to tanks. But after I had gone through the standard litany clarifying the rather pathetic fact that I have lived my entire life in New England and the Boston area for most of it, she still thought I sounded British. "You should go over there. You'd blend right in." She herself had an old-school Boston accent. "People from anywhere, they can tell where I'm from." I am not good at other people's ages, but I don't believe that I look younger than my early forties, especially after the last few ravaging years, and I expect to be heard as American by anyone who actually has one or more of the plethora of accents on offer in the UK. Weirdest instance of trying to place my voice remains the time I was told by a very drunk Australian that I sounded like a Norwegian. Someday the question of my vocal origins will come around again because it has been doing so since my childhood and I will answer "Lisson Grove" just to see what happens.

Update

Sep. 3rd, 2025 09:55 am
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The garden is still pouring out produce.  I've canned most of the things I really need and now it is just a matter of giving it away.
Cleaned up quite a lot of horse manure yesterday so the compost pile is about full.  It is composting away at about 120F, which is a nice rate but might not be quite hot enough to kill seeds.  Sigh. Must clean out second side so it can take over the new compost duties. 
Looked all over town for parts for the dust collection system and utterly failed to find any.  The closest I got was a nice toilet flange, which, for $5 I brought home and will probably use.  I then went back to the Grizzly tool site and found the accessory pages, which had exactly what I needed.  They are on the way.
Ebay locked me out of their site just after I put up the Starlink setup.  Then they demanded personal info to re-establish my login.  I declined.  Told the AI bot that I would give them the answers that I had set up for my account and nothing more. Maybe in two or three months the policies will change. 
Every now and then I get scam calls that want to help me with my credit. I'm very enthusiastic, but they first have to round up a good chainsaw crew for the Ranch and give me contact info and the time they will arrive.  Usually they hang up after a couple of minutes of this. I should probably slip in a couple of words about them trying to ruin my credit score... ;)
It is time to grab a combination lock and go down to the cow corrals.  I'm expecting non-local campers tonight, someone I know who is coming through on their way to an endurance ride. 

Here we are half-awake

Sep. 2nd, 2025 10:50 pm
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The second-best part of this highly mediocre day was a gyro on which I put a phenomenal amount of tzatziki, to the point that by the end of it the meat was probably the condiment. The best part was taking a walk with [personal profile] spatch right before sunset. I remembered to bring my camera.

A blizzard in the midst of a sunny day. )

I am not sure that Series 13 of Doctor Who holds together at all, but since Kevin McNally was playing essentially Marcus Brody if he had started in parapsychology instead of classics, I enjoyed him very much.
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2025/136: Summerland β€” Hannu Rajaniemi
Do you remember Doctor Cummings who treated you when you had measles? Well, soon there will be no doctors. If you get sick, you will just pass over.’
β€˜If you have a Ticket,’ Peter said.
β€˜That’s right. And soon, having a Ticket will be the only thing anyone cares about. Not studying, not working, not doing the right thing. Nothing real.’ [p. 125]

The setting is an alternate Great Britain in the late 1930s. The Nazis never came to power, because Germany suffered a crushing defeat in WW1 -- partly as a result of the new ectotechnology. '...the ectotanks were created to break the deadlock of the trenches in the Great War: weapons that grew more powerful the more they killed". In the late 19th century, radio contact was made with the dead: now, half a century later, ectophones and ectomail connect the great metropolis of Summerland to the world of the living. In Summerland, Victoria reigns; in Summerland, the Presence watches every Soviet citizen. Anyone in Britain can, in theory, acquire a Ticket to prevent their dead spirit from Fading before it reaches Summerland. Anyone in the USSR knows that when they die, they will join the Presence.

Read more... )

Books read, late August

Sep. 2nd, 2025 04:46 pm
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 Pria Anand, The Mind Electric: A Neurologist on the Strangeness and Wonder of Our Brains. This is the most like Oliver Sacks of anything I've read since Oliver Sacks died, and one of the ways in which that's the case is that Anand is writing from her own experience as a neurologist but also as someone who has gone through relevant symptoms and has a particular perspective, so: in the tradition of Sacks rather than attempting to clone him. If you like "weird things brains do oh goodness" stories, this will be your jam, and it sure was mine. Also Anand is meticulous about gender: if there are relevant studies that talk about the occurrence of a particular condition among trans women as compared to cis women, cis men, or trans men (or etc. with other groups in the spotlight), she will note them as clearly and calmly as she would something about cis women, treating it all as part of our composite picture of how the brain works and what affects it. Highly recommended.

Charlie Jane Anders, Lessons in Magic and Disaster. This book completely wrecked me. It's in some ways a gentle story about subtle and small-scale magic and about human relationships in our own structurally substantially unequal society. It's also about long-term grief where most stories that touch on grief are fairly short-term (months or 1-2 years) or muted somehow, and it's the only recent book I recall really delving into helping your parent with their grief while you, an adult, deal with your own differently-shaped grief for the same person. It's really beautifully done, I wanted to be doing nothing else but reading it once I started reading it, and also it was emotionally devastating in parts.

Scott Anderson, King of Kings: The Iranian Revolution: A Story of Hubris, Delusion, and Catastrophic Miscalculation. Sometimes I feel like the most confusing parts of history are not the really distant ones--who doesn't like a good Ea-Nasir joke--but the things that happened just before you arrived or as you're arriving. They're simultaneously foundational to a bunch of the world around you and happened while you weren't looking, in ways no one thinks to teach you formally. For me, born in 1978, the Iranian Revolution is one of those things, so when I spotted this on the library's new books table I picked it up immediately. This is a detailed history from someone who got to interview many of the Americans involved, and who is committed to not oversimplifying the benefits or detriments of the shah's reign. I could have wished for somewhat deeper Iranian history, though there was some, and stronger regional grounding, but also those things can be found elsewhere, it's all part of the process. The fact that there's an American flag on the cover of this book as well as an Iranian flag is not an accident. A book that was focusing on Iranian relations with for example France in this period would have a very different take.

Stephani Burgis, A Honeymoon of Grave Consequence. Discussed elsewhere.

Robert Darnton, A Literary Tour de France: The World of Books on the Eve of the French Revolution. This is a microhistory of booksellers and their job routes and wares in the pre-Revolutionary era. Of all of Darnton's books, I'd say this should be low on the list for people who are not deeply interested in the period, least of general interest. Luckily I am deeply interested in the period. So.

John M. Ford, From the End of the Twentieth Century. Reread. Satisfying in its own inimitable way. Those poor skazlorls.

Karen Joy Fowler, Black Glass. Reread. And the threads Karen was pulling out of the genre/literary conversation at the time were so different from the ones Mike did, I hadn't intended to read them in close proximity to compare and contrast but it was kind of fun when I landed there.

Gigi Griffis, And the Trees Stare Back. This is not my usual sort of thing--creepy YA with eventual explanation--except for one major factor: it's set in the lead-up to the Singing Revolution in Estonia. Really great integration of historical setting and speculative concept, bonded hard with the characters, loved it. Most of the historical fiction I read has me reading through the cracks of my fingers, wincing at what I know is coming but the characters do not. This was the opposite, I spent the entire book super-excited for them.

Dave Hage and Josephine Marcotty, Sea of Grass: The Conquest, Ruin, and Redemption of the American Prairie. I am always disappointed to find out that I am already pretty expert in something, because I learn less that way. The American Prairie! Soil restoration, water conservation, habitats, farming...it turns out I already know quite a lot about this. Darn. If you don't, here's a good place to start.

John Lisle, Project Mind Control: Sidney Gottlieb, the CIA, and the Tragedy of MKULTRA. Ooooof. This is another "I saw it on the library's new books shelf" read for this fortnight, and its portrayal of CIA misbehavior was...not a surprise, but having this amount of detail on one project was...not cheering.

Ada Palmer, Inventing the Renaissance: The Myth of a Golden Age. If you internalized the idea that historians should be effaced as completely as possible from the writing of history, in the pretense that the history wrote itself really, this will not be the book for you. Ada Palmer is as major a factor in this book as Machiavelli or any of the Medicis. If, on the other hand, you enjoy Ada's classroom lecture voice, it comes through really clearly here. There are some places where I was clearly not her target audience--I honestly don't have a personal investment in what Machiavelli's personal religious stance was, so the chapter about why we want him to be an atheist was speaking to a "we" I am not in. Still, lots of interesting stuff here. Including, surprisingly, cantaloupes.

Jo Piazza, Everyone Is Lying to You. This is a thriller about social media influencers in the group that would have been called "Mommy bloggers" a generation ago, set in the Mountain West. It's very readable, and if you know anything about tradwife influencers you'll see lots of places where it's spot on. I think people who read a lot may find the twists less twisty, but it doesn't rely solely on twists for its appeal.

Joe Mungo Reed, Terrestrial History. I haven't had a satisfying generational epic in a long time. This one spans Earth and Mars, with point of view characters in four generations and multiple points on their partially shared timeline. My preferences would have been for more of everything, more all around--for a generational epic this is comparatively slim--but still very readable.

Sophy Roberts, A Training School for Elephants: Retracing a Curious Episode in the European Grab for Africa. The subtitle calls this a curious episode. It is instead a staggeringly depressing demonstration of how colonialism was fractally horrible. Zoom in a little closer! more horrors! hooray! No. Not hooray. And Roberts is clearly not claiming it is a cause for celebration, but...well. For me this microhistory was more upsetting than illuminating. Maybe I should stop looking at the new books shelf at the library for a minute.

Jessie L. Weston, The Three Days' Tournament: A Study in Romance and Folk-Lore. Kindle. Comparison and contrast of different appearances of a particular legend throughout western/northwestern Europe and England. Nostalgic for me because I used to read a lot more of this sort of thing.

Darcie Wilde, A Purely Private Matter, And Dangerous to Know, A Lady Compromised, A Counterfeit Suitor, and The Secret of the Lady's Maid. This is not all the Rosalind Thorne mysteries there are, but it's all the Rosalind Thorne mysteries my library had. If you like the first one, they are consistent, and I think you could probably start anywhere and find the situation and characters adequately explained. Regency mysteries! Do you want some of those? here they are.
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In lesser catastrophes than the general planet, I have been noticing over the last eight months that while the majority of my audio transferred successfully from the archival hard drive that was for fourteen years my beloved Bertie Owen, certain artists seem to have gone incompletely and inexplicably missing, generally to be discovered by trying to cue up a track which no longer exists on my computer, which is what happened last night with Neil Hannon. Of the six albums by the Divine Comedy that I used to own along with a handful of random tracks and singles, the sole full-length survivors are Promenade (1994) and Bang Goes the Knighthood (2010), which are neither chronologically nor alphabetically even next to one another. The consolation lining is that at least I didn't lose one of my favorite songs which can be found on the latter, "Assume the Perpendicular." Like much of its composer's catalogue, it's a chamber-pop character sketch, wittily written and performed with a sincere straight face: trying to fix its position on the irony slider is pointless. "Slip on your Barbour jacket, jump in my old MG" sets the class bracket of its band of day-trippers, while the tenor of their conversation is nailed with equal concision by the architectural divisions of "Lavinia loves the lintels, Anna the architraves / Ben's impressed by the buttresses thrust up the chapel nave." Aside from the narrator who thought of that last line and delivers it with cheekily Coward-esque crispness, none of these people sounds like the most exciting company for a heritage day out with their diffident intentions to "make complimentary sounds and talk about nothing in particular." And yet as the song catchily progresses, these pretentious characters find themselves falling into the fun of their excursion, meandering the hedge maze, bouncing on historical beds, swinging around the library's railed ladders, and the music loosens right up along with them, the neat hand-clapped piano joined first by a brisk roll of drums and then a flourish of brass that unreel from a marching tattoo into a loose-jointed jam, until by the time a music-hallish banjo has ricky-tickied in on the action, the self-conscious distance of the original chorus has turned into "wild ecstatic sounds" and everybody including the listener is having a wonderful time tearing around this stately home where playing at aristocracy has given way to goofing off. It all ends in a little twiddle of electronica like a punch line. It doesn't really matter if it's sending up the sightseers who aren't even interested in the cider in Somerset, what it feels like as it winds down from that explosive high of exploration is a genuine invitation that I can play twenty times in a row, even if my closest examples of the Georgian style are not so much country houses as random historical registers and the occasional Revolutionary museum that I pass on the way to my parents or a supermarket.

Hemlock & Silver, by T. Kingfisher

Sep. 2nd, 2025 09:45 am
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After disliking both The Hollow Places and The Seventh Bride by T. Kingfisher, and for similar reasons (idiot heroine who refused to believe in magic when it was happening right in front of her; annoying tone), I gave up on her works. But since lots of my customers like her, I ordered this book. And when it arrived, it was so beautiful that I had to pick it up and examine it. And then I figured I'd read a couple pages, just to get an idea of what it was about. Those couple pages quickly turned into the first chapter. Then the second. The next thing I knew, I was actually enjoying the book, and finished it with great pleasure.

Anja is a scientist specializing in poisons and antidotes, who regularly takes small doses of poison to understand their effects and test out antidotes. She saves the lives of poisoned people, sometimes. This gets her enough fame that one day the king shows up, asking her to save his daughter, Snow, who he believes is being poisoned...

This is a very loose retelling of "Snow White," making clever use of elements like the apple, the mirror, and the poison.

Like the other books of hers I read, this one is set in an unambiguously magical world and/or has a portal to an unambiguously magical world, and has a heroine who doesn't believe in magic. I guess this is an obligatory Kingfisher thing? At least in this one, Anja doesn't deny that things are happening when they're clearly happening, she just thinks that maybe there is some underlying scientific explanation. This makes at least some sense, as she's a scientist. (Though in my opinion, science is basically a framework and a worldview, and a scientist in a magical world would be doing experiments to figure out how magic works, not denying its existence.) In any case, Anja does not act like an idiot or a flat earther, but pursues the clues she finds and doesn't deny what they suggest. She's kind of monomaniacal, but in a fun way.

Hemlock & Silver meshes multiple genres. It's not a horror novel or even particularly dark for a fantasy, but it has some genuinely scary moments. It's often very funny. And one aspect of the story, while technically fantasy, is so methodically worked out and involves so much science (optics) that it feels like science fiction. There's also a murder mystery, a romance, a surprisingly agreeable rooster, and a talking cat. It all works together quite nicely.

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