strange and random happenstance

My introduction to Poldark was the 2015 adaptation starring Aidan Turner and Eleanor Tomlinson. I of course knew of the original. I even have some of the Winston Graham paperback tie-in editions from the seventies that I picked up at a library sale with that very yellow logo with it's double handled "P" and swooping "K." But, for me, the first season of the 2015 adaptation was one of the most perfect seasons of any show ever. So perfect in fact that as time went on the show was never able to recapture the magic of that first season, and the less said about the nonsensical plot of the fifth and final season the better. I mean, Ross was a spy embedded and in bed with the French!?! Deep breath in, pretend they didn't try to shoehorn the entire season's plot into one episode, and breath out. Which all leads to the fact I was hesitant to watch the seventies adaptation. I'd only seen Robin Ellis in a handful of roles and they didn't endear me to him. In every one he annoyed me beyond belief with his quick temper and hauteur, which, I have to admit, are qualities necessary to playing Ross Poldark. And yet he's a far less hot-headed Ross. I was expecting the sanctimoniousness of Aidan Turner's Ross and instead, Robin Ellis's Ross is blunt. His word is his bond. This, among countless other reasons, is why I now love the original seventies adaptation more than I ever loved the reboot. They may try to lure me back in by continuing with the story in a few years, but they won't be Robin Ellis and Angharad Rees! And yet this version of Poldark is far from perfect. The second season, which comprises the plot of the third and forth seasons of the reboot, was more staid. It was a faithful adaptation that didn't swing for the fences. Yes, we finally had the longed for addition of Aunt Agatha and her hatred of George Warleggan, leading her to proclaim that she hopes "shit take him!" And oh, Morwenna needs to do even more monologues about how she feels like a gutted deer. But these highlights weren't enough to make up for the toning down of the show and it's copious recasts. They literally recast Dwight Enys! He's one of the core four! I could almost forgive Nicholas Warleggan and Harris Pascoe, but never Dwight! Which leads me to the conclusion that I will only ever get a perfect first season of any Poldark adaptation. This one was just a little longer ending with Francis's death and Elizabeth's remarriage to George. And that right there might be the key to the tonal shift in the show. Francis Poldark as played by Clive Francis is a revelation. He is the core to the campiness of season one which literally ends with a party taken straight from the pages of Edgar Allan Poe with an homage to "The Masque of the Red Death." Francis is unhinged. His drunken Christmas dinner screaming about his sister being a whore and then brandishing a knife while hacking at the beautifully prepared bird before collapsing to the floor is up there with Truman Capote's Thanksgiving rant on Feud: Capote vs. The Swans. I need more of this in my life. Why couldn't Francis have had just an iota of this energy in the remake? We know what a fabulous actor Kyle Soller is, he could have brought this delightful depravity, instead he was just dissatisfied and petulant. The manic energy, the mood swings, the joy in Clive Francis's face when Ross asks Francis to join him in his venture at Wheal Grace. This was perfection. Too bad it didn't last longer. But the greatest things never do, unlike Aunt Agatha's curses. They last forever. No matter George's wishes that she may rot in hell. 

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Labels: Aidan Turner, Angharad Rees, Aunt Agatha, Clive Francis, Edgar Allan Poe, Eleanor Tomlinson, Fifty-Five Years a Masterpiece, Francis Poldark, George Warleggan, Kyle Soller, Poldark, Robin Ellis, Truman Capote, Winston Graham

When I first watched The Haunting of Hill House I realized that for the first time an adaptation got the source material. Not that it was actually a direct adaptation of Shirley Jackson's work. It was reinterpreted and remolded and what Mike Flanagan did was create a series that is in the spirit of the original and a loving tribute to it while being its own thing. It was the start of his Netflix empire, the Flanaverse. And the start of his "house" series. Because audiences adored The Haunting of Hill House and were demanding more. More of Mike Flanagan's unique take on classic literature. More spooky tales in amazing structures. They got their wish two years later with The Haunting of Bly Manor, an adaptation that actually made me no longer hate The Turn of the Screw. And that lead to speculation, what was next? He threw us for a loop when it turned out to be an original show followed by another adaptation without architecture but with amazing sets, but thankfully, he came to his senses and decided that after Shirley Jackson and Henry James he was bringing Edgar Allan Poe into the Flanaverse with The Fall of the House of Usher. And unlike The Haunting of Bly Manor he didn't even have to change the title! So he assembled his stable of actors, adding in Frank Langella, which turned out to be a massive mistake, and got to work. What I marvel at with this adaptation is how Mike Flanagan created a narrative that not only encompassed so many works by Poe but also was such a showcase for his actors with each of the six Usher children getting their own deadly tale. And yet, for all the Poe, this is something more, this is a story about greed, this is a story about the opioid crisis in America, this is a story that someone who doesn't know anything about Poe could watch and enjoy. Because while the "Poe" of it all is wonderful for the literary geeks out there hoping they'll do this or that, or in my case chanting for monkey carnage, this is more about a family falling apart because they made a deal with the devil. This show is, without doubt, based on the Sackler family. They owned Purdue Pharma and were a cornerstone if not the cornerstone of the opioid crisis we now face. There are so many films and television shows and documentaries on them, two, Painkiller and Pain Hustlers, also done by Netflix. Though Dopesick probably got the most attention and awards. These are all shows I avoided like the plague in "The Masque of the Red Death." I like escapism in my entertainment, not to wallow in human suffering. Even if I will admit it's very important shows like this are made. We need a record of what happened. But here, here we have the same evil told through a fantastical lens, and the fantasy aspects make the truth of what this family is doing all the more horrifying. But unlike lawsuits and the striping of a family's legacy, here we see them pay more viscerally for their crimes. The character of Verna, an anagram of Raven, has appeared to the Ushers because the time has come to pay the piper. And yes, that might just be "The Rains of Castamere" the piper is playing. Yet if you notice, for the "innocent" among the Ushers, she offers them a chance at redemption. Those who are not fully evil are given an out, a chance to not go there, and time and time again, they show that their greed, their villainy, is the true drive in their lives, and therefore they must die. This show is cathatic and wonderful and dark and perfectly encapsulates the human condition and as for Frank Langella? He couldn't have done what Bruce Greenwood does. Bruce Greenwood is Roderick Usher.

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Labels: Addiction, And the Emmy Goes To, Bruce Greenwood, Cathartic, Edgar Allan Poe, Flanaverse, Netflix, The Fall of the House of Usher, The Haunting of Bly Manor, The Haunting of Hill House, The Raven, The Sacklers

O Caledonia by Elspeth Barker
Published by: Scribner
Publication Date: September 20th, 2022
Format: Paperback, 208 Pages
Rating: ★
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Janet lived for sixteen short years. Her family went away on holiday without her because she was being punished because of her behavior and she was gutted like a rabbit at the foot of the stairs. Stabbed by a family retainer for being a "whore." But as everyone said, it's what she deserved. She never was normal. She liked books too much and boys barely at all, an extra irony given why she had a falling out with her parents before the holiday and what her murderer thought of her. Her mother despaired of her. All she wanted was the perfect daughter, someone to chat and gossip with, but instead she got Janet. A girl who couldn't be bothered to wear a simple white dress to the hunt ball and instead insisted on a purple gown that was a bit too grown up. But then, she got what she deserved. And Janet didn't see her death coming. She loved life. The castle that was home to her family and the eighty odd boys her father taught during term time, Auchnasaugh, she loved more than anywhere else in the world. The castle wasn't just a castle, it was her castle, her home, and somehow, when they moved there, it's almost as though her wish to be a princess had come true. She explored every room and turret and turn of the stair until it was her domain completely. The countryside she explored on foot and hoof. Watching the changing of the seasons. Rejoicing in the flora and fauna that was a part of her world. Learning about mycology from her eccentric relative Lila. She spent every minute she was indoors in her room sitting perfectly straight in a chair reading. She loved poetry, she loved the sounds certain words made, but she learned early on not to share this with anyone. Her brother thought it stupid, her younger sisters weren't anything like her, and as for when she finally went to school, her classmates thought her a joke. Who actually wants to learn Greek and worship their gods? Learning is a burden and everything else is what life is about. But not for Janet. Janet was different and therefore she got what she deserved. Because girls shouldn't want to decorate their rooms to reflect the work of Edgar Allan Poe, they should want mirrors and makeup and not have jackdaws making homes in their dollhouses. But at least her family was ride of her. At least she got what she deserved.

One can see why people superficially compare the heroine of this book traditionally to Merricat Blackwood and more contemporaneously to Flavia De Luce, but they're missing a key detail, we actually got to deeply connect with those two heroines while I know the barest hints of who Janet really is. Her story is told at a remove. We don't get to know her at all and I WANT to know about the girl who had been dying to quote Nina from The Segull to her mother and claim that she was "in mourning for [her] life." This is someone who I think I could be friends with. Instead I know that she likes Greek and hates math. I know as much about her after reading this book as I would a perfunctory job interview with her. Her entire brief life is here and yet I am as ignorant as when I started this short yet excruciatingly long book. But the worst part is I don't know if Elspeth Barker loved Janet and all her eccentricities or wanted to make an example of her, after all, she got what she deserved. It's said over and over again. She was a sixteen-year-old who was murdered and she deserved it!?! For what? For being different? Because that's what this book says again and again, if you're not normal, if you're not feminine, if you're not towing the expected line in regard to traditional gender rolls, you deserve death or the insane asylum. And yes, her eccentric relative Lila does go to the insane asylum, driven there by Janet's mother. Oh, and let's not forget the number of sexual assaults that Janet fends off. I'm sure if she hadn't been so resourceful she would have "gotten what she deserved." This book was being touted everywhere as a rediscovered classic. Who says it's a classic? Just because there are superficial inklings of the Mitfords or Dodie Smith or Shirley Jackson does that mean we are to embrace this simply odoriferous mess of victim blaming? Who said, this book is what people need to read now? No, in a post #metoo world this is the exact kind of book we should be holding up and saying NO MORE! No more to just accepting that women deserve to be victimized by their family and by the opposite sex just for existing. This book was first published in 1991 and a lot has changed in the world since then, and yet I feel like a woman author should have known better even then because it feels so dated. This tripe needs to be called out. And not just for abhorrent treatment of females but for lack of character development, lack of plot, and if anyone says the language and turn of phrase is beautiful, yeah, occasionally, but is that when Janet's describing her dream funeral or a friend of the family is showing her his cock before she pushes him into the hogweed?

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Labels: #MeToo, Auchnasaugh, Castle, Dodie Smith, Edgar Allan Poe, Elspeth Barker, Flavia De Luce, Gender Roles, Merricat, Mitfords, Murder, O Caledonia, Poetry, Scotland, Sexual Assault, Shirley Jackson, The Seagull

Thérèse grew up beside her cousin Camille in his sickbed. When they were older it just made sense for her to stay in the bed and be his wife. She walks through her life in a daze. Nothing ever breaking through the monotony of her day to day existence with Camille and Madame Raquin. The shop bell below their home rings and customers must be served. Every Thursday their friends come over for tea and dominoes. Life plods on. Then one day Camille runs into his old childhood friend Laurent. Laurent's passion is painting, but sadly it can not support him so he's taken a mundane office job. But soon his passion is Thérèse. They begin a torrid affair resulting in the murder of Camille. This three part miniseries starts out rather sedately. The first episode is interesting but it isn't until the second episode, after the murderous denouement of the first, that it becomes something more, something memorable. Kate Nelligan as Thérèse and Brian Cox as Laurent fully embrace the over the top Gothic nature of the tale in such a way that they are mesmerizing. There's a feeling of the darker tales of Edgar Allan Poe when Laurent starts taking to visiting the morgue daily and having his dreams haunted by the dead. Also there's a wonderful unsettled feeling as to what Thérèse's motives were. Did she ever care for Laurent or was he just a means to get ride of her husband? Or did she really not know how her mind would unravel following Camille's death? The height of this is their frantic wedding night. They knew they could never just marry because then perhaps people would wonder what really happened to Camille. So instead, a year after their crime, they have finagled their Thursday night domino friends to insist that the two of them wed, and wed they are. But the haunted honeymoon to come is so deliciously Gothic it almost felt like the Brontes wrote it while taking acid. Laurent is haunted by the painting of Camille he executed that is hanging in the bedroom. He also keeps thinking he sees his dead friend's bloated corpse in their wedding bed. Thérèse is equally frantic. Soon they are beyond miserable, the three of them in the marriage, Thérèse, Laurent, and Camille. All this is happening behind their closed bedroom door while trying to maintain a happy facade for Madame Raquin. But soon that even cracks and tragedy besets tragedy until the scales are balanced.

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Labels: Brian Cox, Brontes, Camille, Dominoes, Edgar Allan Poe, Emile Zola, Fifty Years a Masterpiece, France, Gothic, Haunted, Kate Nelligan, Laurent, Madame Raquin, Marriage, Masterpiece Theatre, Murder, Therese Raquin

The Paris Mysteries by Edgar Allan Poe
Published by: Pushkin Vertigo
Publication Date: April 28th, 2020
Format: Hardcover, 192 Pages
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The official patter:
"Three macabre and confounding mysteries for the first and greatest of detectives, Auguste Dupin.

An apartment on the rue Morgue turned into a charnel house; the corpse of a shopgirl dragged from the Seine; a high-stakes game of political blackmail - three mysteries that have enthralled the whole of Paris, and baffled the city's police. The brilliant Chevalier Auguste Dupin investigates - can he find the solution where so many others before him have failed?

These three stories from the pen of Edgar Allan Poe are some of the most influential ever written, widely praised and credited with inventing the detective genre. This edition contains: 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue', 'The Mystery of Marie Rogêt' and 'The Purloined Letter'."

I've been craving mysteries lately, so why don't we go back to the beginning, the master, Edgar Allan Poe! 

The Lost Boys of London by Mary Lawrence
Published by: Red Puddle Print
Publication Date: April 28th, 2020
Format: Paperback, 326 Pages
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The official patter:
"In Mary Lawrence's fifth Bianca Goddard mystery set during the final years of Henry VIII's reign, the alchemist's daughter uses her skills to aid the living and helps seek justice for the dead...

While her husband fights the Scots for King Henry VIII, Bianca Goddard earns her coin by concocting medicines that offer relief to London's sick. Some unfortunates, however, are beyond any remedies she can provide - like the boy discovered hanging from a church dripstone. Examining the body, Bianca finds a rosary twined around the child's neck. A week later, another boy is found dead at a different church. When Fisk, Bianca's impish acquaintance goes missing, she fears he may become the third victim...

There are many villains who would prey on wayward, penniless boys. But Bianca suspects the killings are not brutal acts of impulse, but something far more calculated. In her room of Medicinals and Physickes, she examines the sole piece of evidence: a sweet-smelling, dark-stained cloth. If Bianca can unravel its secret, reputations and lives will be saved. But the expected hour of the next murder is approaching, and a single misstep may mean another boy is lost forever..."

Alchemist? I'm there!

Jack by Connie Willis
Published by: Subterranean Press
Publication Date: April 28th, 2020
Format: Hardcover, 112 Pages
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The official patter:
"The classic World War II novella by the author of Black Out and All Clear." 

What it lacks in description you can be sure it makes up for in quality. Connie Willis's Subterranean Press releases are must buys for me.

The Talented Mr. Varg by Alexander McCall Smith
Published by: Pantheon
Publication Date: April 28th, 2020
Format: Hardcover, 240 Pages
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The official patter:
"In the second installment in the best-selling Detective Varg series, Ulf and his team investigate a notorious philanderer - a wolf of a man whose bad reputation may be all bark and no bite.

The Department of Sensitive Crimes, renowned for taking on the most obscure and irrelevant cases is always prepared to dive into an investigation, no matter how complex. So when the girlfriend of an infamous author who insists her bad-boy beau is being blackmailed approaches Ulf Varg, the department’s lead detective, Ulf is determined to help. It’s rather difficult to determine what skeletons hide in the hard-living lothario’s closet, though. And while Swedes are notoriously tolerant...well, there are limits. Even for the Swedish.

The case requires Ulf’s total concentration, but he finds himself distracted by his ongoing attraction to his co-worker, Anna, whose own fears about her husband’s fidelity are causing a strain on her marriage. When Ulf is also tasked with looking into a group of dealers exporting wolves that seem more canis familiaris than canis lupus, it will require all of his team’s investigative instincts and dogged persistence to put these matters to bed."

I'd like someone to figure out who writes more books in a year, Alexander McCall Smith, Seanan McGuire, or Stephen King. Can you get back to me on that?

The Wedding Dress by Danielle Steel
Published by: Delacorte Press
Publication Date: April 28th, 2020
Format: Hardcover, 304 Pages
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The official patter:
"In Danielle Steel’s epic new novel, the lives of four generations of women in one family span fortune and loss, motherhood, tragedy and victories.

From the glamorous San Francisco social scene of the 1920s, through war and the social changes of the ’60s, to the rise of Silicon Valley today, this extraordinary novel takes us on a family odyssey that is both heartbreaking and inspiring, as each generation faces the challenges of their day.

The Parisian design houses in 1928, the crash of 1929, the losses of war, the drug culture of the 1960s - history holds many surprises, and lives are changed forever. For richer or for poorer, in cramped apartments and grand mansions, the treasured wedding dress made in Paris in 1928 follows each generation into their new lives, and represents different hopes for each of them, as they marry very different men.

From inherited fortunes at the outset to self-made men and women, the wedding dress remains a cherished constant for the women who wear it in each generation and forge a destiny of their own. It is a symbol of their remaining traditions and the bond of family they share in an ever-changing world."

This book has everything I love, a generational story that is in San Francisco! And yes, I make it a point to read books set there!

The Ruin of Evangeline Jones by Julia Bennet
Published by: Entangled: Amara
Publication Date: April 28th, 2020
Format: Kindle, 217 Pages
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The official patter:
"Alex Stanton just inherited a dukedom but his true passion is uncovering charlatans and frauds wherever he finds them. Spiritualist and medium Evangeline “Evie” Jones is the biggest fake of all and he’s determined to expose her lies for all of London to see. Her prim manner and ladylike airs don’t fool him. He sees the hunger beneath and recognizes a worthy opponent. He can’t deny the dark undercurrents of lust between them.

Evie worked her way up from the gutter and she’s not about to abandon the life she’s built for fear of this aristocratic dilettante. She knows his type. She sees the attraction simmering beneath his animosity, and she knows how to use it to keep him off balance. They strike a bargain. He has one week to prove she’s a fake. If he fails, he has to abandon all further attempts. If he succeeds, she’ll not only retire but make a public statement explaining all her tricks.

Neither expects to find anything in common, not to mention anything to love, in the other. Both are blindsided by the affinity and blossoming tenderness between them. But even if it were possible for a lowly charlatan to live happily ever after with a duke, more is going on than either suspects. Someone else has brought them together for a sinister purpose of his own."

What could be a better escape right now? Also Kindle, am I right? If you have a Kindle right now and are a voracious reader you are SET!

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Labels: Alexander McCall Smith, Connie Willis, Danielle Steel, Edgar Allan Poe, Jack, Julia Bennet, Mary Lawrence, San Francisco, Seanan McGuire, Stephen King, The Ruin of Evangeline Jones, The Wedding Dress