Standard greedy-young-wife, angry-young-daughter story. I spent 99¢ on this! Dependably Poirotish solution, and believe me not a secRating: 3* of five
Standard greedy-young-wife, angry-young-daughter story. I spent 99¢ on this! Dependably Poirotish solution, and believe me not a second too soon.
Why three stars, Grumbleguts, if you were so annoyed by it? (view spoiler)[Because Mrs. Farley snarls, "you foreigner!" at Poirot as she's carted off to jail. (hide spoiler)] Dame Aggie gettin' one in for ol' Poirot! He bests the "best"!
Agatha Christie's Poirot, S1E10 The Dream 3.5* of five
In the filmed version, Poirot was agitated about his Little Grey Cells refusing to be cudgeled into fitting the pieces together. Miss Lemon got shoehorned in for no special reason, and thus gets a lovely, lovely gift from Poirot for saying The Magic Words that snick the solution into place.
I do not recall loving Pauline Moran as Miss Lemon more than her reaction to Poirot's...gift. Almost, almost! worth an entire extra star.
Don't kid yourselves, this one's a dog, though. Just as blah and pasty (!) as they come.
Merged review:
Rating: 3* of five
Standard greedy-young-wife, angry-young-daughter story. I spent 99¢ on this! Dependably Poirotish solution, and believe me not a second too soon.
Why three stars, Grumbleguts, if you were so annoyed by it? (view spoiler)[Because Mrs. Farley snarls, "you foreigner!" at Poirot as she's carted off to jail. (hide spoiler)] Dame Aggie gettin' one in for ol' Poirot! He bests the "best"!
Agatha Christie's Poirot, S1E10 The Dream 3.5* of five
In the filmed version, Poirot was agitated about his Little Grey Cells refusing to be cudgeled into fitting the pieces together. Miss Lemon got shoehorned in for no special reason, and thus gets a lovely, lovely gift from Poirot for saying The Magic Words that snick the solution into place.
I do not recall loving Pauline Moran as Miss Lemon more than her reaction to Poirot's...gift. Almost, almost! worth an entire extra star.
Don't kid yourselves, this one's a dog, though. Just as blah and pasty (!) as they come....more
The sheer bloodyminded awfulness of the British Country Squire is on flagrant display here, as is Poirot's tinge of snobbishnReal Rating: 3.5* of five
The sheer bloodyminded awfulness of the British Country Squire is on flagrant display here, as is Poirot's tinge of snobbishness in his willingness to cater to the dreadful man. As the story progresses, the unkidnappèd kid who is the focus of an escalating set of written ransom demands to *not* nab him is, finally, snatched. Mother and Father each react peculiarly...but Poirot, with a series of tiny details and a low opinion of Humanity, sifts, collates, and solves.
The ending was delightful.
Agatha Christie's Poirot S01E03
Rating: 2.5* of five
The kid was awful, the dad was *terrible*, and what worked well on the page decidedly did not on screen. The ending, which I thoroughly enjoyed in writing, came across as distastefully and avoidably callous and uncaring. It was the first season so there's a mitigating factor but overall stick to the story version.
Merged review:
Real Rating: 3.5* of five
The sheer bloodyminded awfulness of the British Country Squire is on flagrant display here, as is Poirot's tinge of snobbishness in his willingness to cater to the dreadful man. As the story progresses, the unkidnappèd kid who is the focus of an escalating set of written ransom demands to *not* nab him is, finally, snatched. Mother and Father each react peculiarly...but Poirot, with a series of tiny details and a low opinion of Humanity, sifts, collates, and solves.
The ending was delightful.
Agatha Christie's Poirot S01E03
Rating: 2.5* of five
The kid was awful, the dad was *terrible*, and what worked well on the page decidedly did not on screen. The ending, which I thoroughly enjoyed in writing, came across as distastefully and avoidably callous and uncaring. It was the first season so there's a mitigating factor but overall stick to the story version....more
The Publisher Says: The poverty-stricken village of Golema Mmidi, in the heart of rural Botswana, offers a haven to the exiles gathered there. MakhayaThe Publisher Says: The poverty-stricken village of Golema Mmidi, in the heart of rural Botswana, offers a haven to the exiles gathered there. Makhaya, a political refugee from South Africa, becomes involved with an English agricultural expert and the villagers as they struggle to upgrade their traditional farming methods with modern techniques. The pressures of tradition, the opposition of the local chief, and, above all, the harsh climate threaten to bring tragedy to the community, but strangely, there remains a hope for the future.
My Review: I read this in the middle 1970s. It came into the Old Quarry branch of the Austin Public Library one fine afternoon and I pounced upon it with glee. I was really interested in how white people who resisted apartheid rebuilt their lives elsewhere...I disliked my sister's recommended book, The Grass Is Singing, because it was tediously self-satisfied. This book focused on what the author's mouthpiece was going to do, not how her itty-pweshus "oh motherhood's a bore and men are only good for one thing and not all that good at it to boot and I'm so so Over It All" self felt.
I really dislike Doris Lessing. I really liked Bessie Head, though. I realize now that I'm *hack*ty-three I never read another book by her. Permaybehaps time to do so....more
Introduction by the redoubtable Caroline Gordon, Kentucky novelist and Public Southerner of the era in which both authors here collected worked. NeithIntroduction by the redoubtable Caroline Gordon, Kentucky novelist and Public Southerner of the era in which both authors here collected worked. Neither Dorrance nor Mabry ever achieved her level of fame, so having her write an Introduction to this mixed collection probably seemed like a good commercial bet. It says little enough about the men, or their work, it introduces. A few potted summaries of the stories interlarded with bloviation about how distinguishèdly Southern they and their work are, how Faulkner said something and Balzac wrote about Frenchness the way they did about Southernness, and at the end a sentence so breathtakingly pointless I can't resist quoting it:
When the narrator {of the title story} gets back to his "chic, bone-clean Town and Country house," he recalls that when the hounds swept past out in the country a few hours ago a strange hound was running with them, and recalls, too, that the sick child took a step towards the strange, white hound before he fell, "as Ronald had seen men fall, shot on island beaches."
Where, these stories seem to ask, are we running, and after what strange hounds?
She clearly hadn't read past the first story, skimming for quotes and images among the other seven and wondering if this fifty bucks was really worth the headache.
The White Hound brings the sad tale of the City Mouse visiting the Country Mice he's kin to all unlooked-for on either side.
As he ate, Ronald stole sharper glances at his hosts. The wife's gown was frayed at the armpit, stained in one place by its rusty hooks, and so décolletée as to seem about to give her the formal license of a shepherdess in a print. This, with her husband's string-tie look of having at some time having run for office, contrasted drily with their "Well I'll declare!" at some remark of his.
It's full of the antiquated race relations one would expect from a story by a forty-ish Southern writer published in the 1940s. It's equally aware of its antiquated setting...Ronald's visiting from New York, muses idly on how strange the visit is since this world ought by rights to have disappeared like his own corner of it had...the blood sports and the terrible child psychology and the overarching sense of defensiveness, of awareness of and simultaneous reveling in the unfairness of their shared privilege, ultimately demanding a blood sacrifice from them all. 3.5 sars
The Devil on a Hot Afternoon is a Ward Dorrance midcentury Southern Gothic about a world I remember very vaguely, very indistinctly. Miss Tatie Willoughby is seventy-six as we meet her. It's a very hot summer afternoon, her guardians...nephew and wife...are off into town for some fun. When their two children sneak out (their, um, nanny Rose being prone to nap during the hot part of the day) and Miss Tatie spies 'em headin' for the creek, she follows.
Nothing too much happens, except the town drunk and his, errrmmm, informal consort Indian Belle have a set-to and she beats him to death. In front of the children. And Miss Tatie. None of whom make a sound, help him out, or say a word about it when they get home. The event is, of course, reported; Miss Tatie's nephew's the landowner, they're his tenants, and besides the need to gossip's built in to humans.
No one finds out that there were witnesses. The lies in the story spread by Indian Belle will go unchallenged. Miss Tatie, who isn't quite right, if you see what I mean, thinks about her catfish, and weeps.
The Best American Short Stories 1956: and the Yearbook of the American Short Story has this story in it, too. I remembered that this was a weird and very unsettling story from the collection and made me wonder what the hell kind of person Martha Foley was, to choose something so despicable to be a best of. Reading it at 63, I am still left wondering that, only with the tenor changed from "who would do that?" to "why did anyone think this was okay?" 3 stars...more
Subtitled "The Men Who Made the English-Speaking World," which clues one in as to the time i which this book was published. Real Rating: 3.5* of five
Subtitled "The Men Who Made the English-Speaking World," which clues one in as to the time i which this book was published. In 1966, it was still just possible to use this kind of title without causing a firestorm of protest and debate. The book was published in the 900th anniversary year of the Norman Conquest, and is even now a hard-to-beat analysis of the consequences of the gigantic event that is the Conquest.
Paradoxically, the titanic changes that came from the Conquest are shown, by and large, to come from the continuation and/or acceleration of trends already extant in pre-Conquest England, and many of those trends are the very ones we're indebted to today: eg, the furtherance and standardization of common law being a notable example, and the existence of our own English language as it now is being a side effect of the nasty, negative colonialist policies of the Conqueror himself after a nasty rebellion was put down in 1069-1070.
This isn't exactly news to me, as I've read quite a bit on the subject of medieval history; but this book's brief is to pull together whatever was known in 1960s Britain and France about the Normans as a group and present it in a comprehensive yet readable overview. Successful on these grounds, the book still leaves a bit to be desired in the realms of scintillating prose. I think it's readable, though I found chapter 11, "The New Architecture," to be an agonizing slog through a subject I have no desire whatsoever to learn about; but Baker's thoroughness cannot be faulted! He says he wants to show the impact of the Normans on England, and by gum that is what he does.
Being an overview, Baker's book doesn't delve into personalities that much. He has strong opinions about the nastiness of England's first known and openly homosexual king, William II Rufus, and they are negative (unsurprising); he's admiring of the Conqueror, while admitting he wouldn't necessarily invite him home to tea; he's contemptuous of Edward the Confessor, though he tries to hide it, and he's sneakily fond of Harold Godwinsson while snarkily sarcastic about Tostig, Harold's brother.
In a cast of characters that runs into the hundreds, that's pretty restrained stuff. And everywhere he allows himself an editorial opinion, Baker marks it as such. Can't ask for fairer than that.
What makes this book useful even today is its breadth of field. It's so easy to get bogged down in one small area when writing history, there is so much to say about any time. It helps, in a funny way, that the period in question is so distant from us that actual records are pretty sparse and sources from later times bear such obvious parti pris that it's clear there were two strongly opposed sides to the questions they address (eg, William of Malmesbury). It leaves a lot to the researcher's imagination as to what the other side was all about, of course. But it means that it's possible to wrap one's mental arms around the bulk of the known documentation and records, and develop meaningful and helpful hypotheses about the effects of events on each other...something not always possible in later, better documented epochs.
Would I recommend this book to you? Not unless you're very, very interested in the subject already. If so, well...it's the quick and dirty version of historiography, but it's useful to have all the threads gathered in one spot. ...more
Volume three of the ongoing adventures had by Vesuvia Adelia Rachel Ortese Aguilar, mistress of the art of death serving (with diminishing ill humor) Volume three of the ongoing adventures had by Vesuvia Adelia Rachel Ortese Aguilar, mistress of the art of death serving (with diminishing ill humor) the stalwart lawgiving Henry II Platagenet, murderer of "St." Thomas a Becket.
Oh, why waste time? This is the best of the three extant adventures, hands down, and a damn good book by itself. I can't see why a person even moderately interested in mysteries wouldn't like it, since the suspense over several events' sources and outcomes was quite painful to me...others, well, not so much, but I was still eager to see Vesuvia Adelia reason her way to the place I'd got to by intuition.
I wish to dwell upon the nature of history for a moment. Stop reading if you don't care. In the creation of historical novels, certain things have to be anachronistic. There is simply no other way to bring the past to life. The paradox is obvious: To understand the past, we have to change its shape. Historians do this with analysis, of facts and data that we simply can't be certain are reliable; the older the facts, the more suspect, and no amount of separate corroboration of the suspected facts is really reliable because *we weren't there* and so have no idea where the separate sources gleaned or gained their information.
Historical novelists do the same thing, only they don't hide behind pretenses to knowledge they can't fully claim to have. They're novelists, and they reorder and invent and embroider as the tale being told demands. The best ones tell us the ways in which they stray from established frameworks of history. That's all very nice, and as someone interested in history, I appreciate it; but in the end, it's really unnecessary because it's a novel, we know going into reading it that it's a novel, and that means *they made it up*.
Ariana Franklin's "Author's Note" in this volume is what brought this rant on; she makes apologies for reordering the accepted dates of certain very large events in this book, but the sources that tell us of these events are suspect anyway! And in any case, events 900+ years ago aren't precisely datable by ANY source without the possibility of error because the calendar, such as it was, lacked any agreed universality such as we have now.
I don't see the need for this type of apologia. Do others disagree with me?
ETA: Oh yeah...highly, highly recommended and go get it at once because it's a page-turning thrill ride through the twelfth century! ...more
Damned good and distasteful. Dystopic fiction isn't always like this, a cesspit of psychosexual horrors that pullulates with miasmic, diseased imageryDamned good and distasteful. Dystopic fiction isn't always like this, a cesspit of psychosexual horrors that pullulates with miasmic, diseased imagery as it sits closed as firmly as I can shut it.
Highly recommended for skinheads, neo-Nazis, white supremacists, and other scum. ...more
A largely unsuccessful attempt to explore an interesting by-way of history. Empress Irene, holder of supreme power in ByzantiReal Rating: 2.5* of five
A largely unsuccessful attempt to explore an interesting by-way of history. Empress Irene, holder of supreme power in Byzantium for seven years, is an astonishing figure in history because she's a woman at the head of the ship of state in a time when that was *unthinkably* difficult, and at the head of the most complex and wealthiest ship of state around no less.
The book, as do most of Holland's works, centers around outsider characters. This allows an author such freedom of action! Hagen, her Nordic lordling character, is just a little too transparently a camera-angle and not developed into a being I cared a rat's patootie about.
So, why bother reviewing further...it's not recommended. ...more
Series mysteries are either the breath of readerly life or the kiss of death, depending on the temperament of the lector. I lReal Rating: 3.5* of five
Series mysteries are either the breath of readerly life or the kiss of death, depending on the temperament of the lector. I love them, I read them, I look for clues to new ones all the time, and on rare occasions, I drop the ones I've been following. Most often I do so because some shift in me or the author has occurred and the initial spell that lured me to the table is broken, leaving moldy dishes in an unscrubbed sink in place of the banquet I first saw.
Claire Malloy and Peter Rosen are married at last. I don't think Ms. Hess quite knows what to do about that yet. Caron and Inez are finally growing up some, and that's a problem too. This series is reaching middle age, and some middle-aged lumps are to be expected. But the problem here is, I read these books to laugh while thinking through the puzzle. I didn't laugh much in this case, and the puzzle didn't satisfy me much either. Just not up there to my eyes.
So, I ask myself, is Claire destined for the scrap heap of readerhood? No, not quite yet. I liked the setting of the book, and I enjoyed the murders since the "right" people were murdered. I'll assume that the likelihood of a sub-par outing in any seventeen-book series is high, and I will move on.
But more cautiously than before. Read only if already a series fan....more
2009 review I found on my ancient desktop's hard drive
These really are cocktail peanut books, in the best sense of the word. Real Rating: 3.5* of five
2009 review I found on my ancient desktop's hard drive
These really are cocktail peanut books, in the best sense of the word. They're compulsively readable. They have a pleasant taste and satisfying texture. They will make you fat if you consume too many of them because you'll never rear up off your sitzfleisch long enough to do more than walk the dog. And you'll chuckle while you're doing it.
Meg's insane family has nothing on the insanity of her friends, such as the mother who drops her toddler on Meg and her newly minted husband Michael because she's fleeing the criminals and lawmen who are after her not-quite-ex-husband; the neighboring sheep farmer whose obsessive belief that everyone is out to steal his sheep leads him to hide in his own shrubbery to keep watch on them, forgetting that he's completely visible from the main road; and her new bestest buddy, the absentee mom's co-worker at Caerphilly College's financial aid department, whose eagerness to latch onto Meg shows she's a rare good judge of where the action is.
Of course, all the usual suspects are making Meg crazy as well: Her daft father and newly discovered grandfather are hiding six-foot snakes in her new hot tub (there goes the sexy evening of soaking cares away with the aforementioned new husband), her brother the millionaire has abandoned his furnished apartment for her third-floor bedrooms (but failed to mention it to her), her mother and her loopy New Age cousin are shopping shopping shopping for new decor for her house, and so just *can't* babysit the toddler; and he's proven to be such a handful that Meg's seriously questioning her never-very-strong desire to be a mother. Someday. Maybe never. Especially now.
It's not urgently necessary to read these books in order. I'd suggest starting out with Murder with Peacocks to get some of the background, and certainly would not have a newbie skip past Revenge of the Wrought-Iron Flamingos before tackling the rest of the series. But...and here's the big point...there is too much fun to be had for me to go all OCD and strenuously urge you to follow the chronology. You're big people now, you can figure it out, and Andrews gives very good fill-ins for all crucial relationships.
The Publisher Says: From Shion Miura, the award-winning author of The Great Passage, comes a rapturous novel where the contemReal Rating: 3.5* of five
The Publisher Says: From Shion Miura, the award-winning author of The Great Passage, comes a rapturous novel where the contemporary and the traditional meet amid the splendor of Japan’s mountain way of life.
Yuki Hirano is just out of high school when his parents enroll him, against his will, in a forestry training program in the remote mountain village of Kamusari. No phone, no internet, no shopping. Just a small, inviting community where the most common expression is “take it easy.”
At first, Yuki is exhausted, fumbles with the tools, asks silly questions, and feels like an outcast. Kamusari is the last place a city boy from Yokohama wants to spend a year of his life. But as resistant as he might be, the scent of the cedars and the staggering beauty of the region have a pull.
Yuki learns to fell trees and plant saplings. He begins to embrace local festivals, he’s mesmerized by legends of the mountain, and he might be falling in love. In learning to respect the forest on Mt. Kamusari for its majestic qualities and its inexplicable secrets, Yuki starts to appreciate Kamusari’s harmony with nature and its ancient traditions.
In this warm and lively coming-of-age story, Miura transports us from the trappings of city life to the trials, mysteries, and delights of a mythical mountain forest.
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My Review: Perfectly adequate.
Teen boy is more-or-less shoved out the door of his house as he reaches productive working age. Choosing, in its loosest possible sense, a life as a forester, he learns the utterly weird and slightly icky traditions of the forest culture. This makes him the perfect PoV character for me because I was curious about that part of the story.
The problem for me is in the original, not the translation. Yuki's a generic kid, one asked quite roughly to make his own way in the world. He's not developed that much, nor do I get the feeling this was unintentional. This is a story about 1) making your way and finding your place, b) a fascinating corner of Japanese reality I doubt many Japanese people know about let alone us in the US, iii) what the reality of life can do FOR you as well as TO you.
All of these are worthy aims. They aren't especially interesting to me personally. They most likely would find their most receptive audience among my grandchildren....more
Real Rating: 3.5* of five, rounded down because it was really more basic than its blurb made it sound
I CHECKED THIS AUDIOBOOK OUT FROM THE LIBRARY. THReal Rating: 3.5* of five, rounded down because it was really more basic than its blurb made it sound
I CHECKED THIS AUDIOBOOK OUT FROM THE LIBRARY. THANK GOODNESS THEY EXIST.
My Review: I would never buy an audiobook, so this was a perfect solution. I wanted to listen to Dr. Tyson reading his own work, since he knows what he wants to convey and to stress. I had some problems this week that made reading problematic for a few days. This 3h42m listen was a great way to keep my hand in. It was also an enjoyable experience.
Like all ear-reads, I retained about 30% of it, though.
The things I was most interested in learning more about were the particles, and that bit stuck with me just fine. "Charm" and "strange" are opposites, apparently, in the particle zoo. I myownself think of them as two sides of the same coin.
I find Dr. Tyson's voice to be easy on the ears. I am confident, as I listen to him, that he is in full possession of the fact and I can rely on him to educate me. He has a sense of humor that goes down well with me, so that really helped my concentration....more
I CHECKED THIS OUT FROM THE LIBRARY. THANK GOODNESS THEY EXIST. BUYING EVERY BOOK I WANT TO READ WOULD BE RUINOUS!
My Review: There's something really I CHECKED THIS OUT FROM THE LIBRARY. THANK GOODNESS THEY EXIST. BUYING EVERY BOOK I WANT TO READ WOULD BE RUINOUS!
My Review: There's something really wonderful about reading stories that center your own concerns. I'm older than most of these characters, younger than a few, but they're not just starting out, figuring out Life, for the first time. They're part of it, settled into it, and now...there needs to be More.
Laurie and Nick dated eons ago, fell out of touch, and now that Laurie's back in their hometown to settle up her Aunt Dot's estate, she's back in touch with Nick because...well, because she wants to be. Because he wants to be, too. They're grownups with crack-ups in their pasts. They're adult children of people they love and care for. They're professionals and they're nice people.
And they're still...again...relearning how to be...in love. With each other, with their wildly separate lives and their mutually exclusive homes. They are, in short, deeply relatable to me. This book came to me as a not-quite recommendation from a LibraryThing friend who read it and resonated to its companionate themes. I'm resonating to the, well, the desire to make a relationship work that has a lot of strange contours to it and that precludes cohabitation for the foreseeable future. But is still a full, fun, vibrant, living relationship. It's not that common to see this kind of thing in fiction, though I'm aware that it exists in reality.
What happens in the course of Nick and Laurie's rediscovery of each other is a story that weaves together the best of humanity...generous, kind, unselfish souls sharing gladly all that they're asked for, looking for ways to give even more...and the worst, the dishonest and selfish impulse to lie and cheat and steal. In the course of that element of the story being resolved, in a believable way, these two main charatcers go on the real voyage of discovery inside themselves and in relation to the many, many people in their orbit.
I found a lot to enjoy in this read. I laughed out loud at Author Holmes' trademark funny lines:
“...we were pretty much out of cabinet space between the actual dishes and the food dehydrator he had bought himself and then used to make jerky a total of two—as in ‘one, two’—times.”
“How was the jerky?”
“Wretched. It tasted like wet cigarettes. We could have used it to repel raccoons.”
–and–
“...But yes, she started doing senior synchronized swimming at the Sarasota Y recently. She’s going to be in a recital. The theme is Hooray for Hollywood.”
The sound Dot made was closer to a hoot than a laugh. “Good for her. Whatever it takes to get your legs over your head.”
Fun, funny stuff that totally makes sense to someone who lives in an assisted living facility, and regularly talks about it to someone who doesn't. Author Holmes never stints on the real-life elements of her stories, so far at least, and we should all pray to the Muses she never tries to.
The real-life stuff's not *all* fun, of course, and there's a lot of relatable material in that as well:
“This is just a gruesome job. I feel so bad, like a grave robber.”
{The reseller} nodded. “You are far from a grave robber. Remember, she had these things for as long as she needed them, and they probably brought her a lot of happiness. But they most likely won’t bring you any, so there’s not a lot to gain from your coming down hard on yourself because you want to let stuff go.”
–and–
“Nah. Believe me, you don’t want to get married if the marriage you’re going to have is not the same marriage as the one you’d like to have.”
It's not deathless prose that stuns with its lapidary gleam and brilliance; it's the way your smarter-than-you friend with the sense of humor talks sense into you when you're falling off of/under/for something. It's comfortable, comforting, and relatable in the best ways.
It's a book I'm glad I read by an author I'm glad is getting contracts. That's more than enough for me right this minute. It felt like a slightly selfish, wicked little gift I was giving myself, reading this pleasant tale about people like me with concerns I could relate to. Giving it a few hours made a whole bunch more of them more pleasant, and that's worth four starts and a thank you every day....more
Real Rating: 2.5* of five, rounded down because I hated it
The Publisher Says: A darkly funny novel from a fresh new voice in fiction about brides, lovReal Rating: 2.5* of five, rounded down because I hated it
The Publisher Says: A darkly funny novel from a fresh new voice in fiction about brides, lovers, friends, and family, and all the secrets that come with them.
Tiny McAllister never thought she’d get married. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t think girls from Connecticut married other girls. Yet here she is with Caroline, the love of her life, at their destination wedding on the Bermuda coast. In attendance—their respective families and a few choice friends. The conflict-phobic Tiny hopes for a beautiful weekend with her bride-to-be. But as the weekend unfolds, it starts to feel like there’s a skeleton in every closet of the resort.
From Tiny’s family members, who find the world is changing at an uncomfortable speed, to Caroline’s parents, who are engaged in conspiratorial whispers, to their friends, who packed secrets of their own—nobody seems entirely forthcoming. Not to mention the conspicuous no-show and a tempting visit from the past. What the celebration really needs now is a monsoon to help stir up all the long-held secrets, simmering discontent, and hidden agendas.
All Tiny wanted was to get married, but if she can make it through this squall of a wedding, she might just leave with more than a wife.
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My Review: Ineffectual Dick musing, "If Robbie didn't come home, it meant Dick couldn't disappoint him," drove the final nail in the coffin of my increasingly decaying readerly corpse. I was ready for this to be dark, and funny; instead it was sad, and sarcastic.
This had the ideas of an episode of Schitt's Creek, which was blessed with an amazing alchemical miracle of writers and actors and producers and directors. This is the story that didn't make the cut, got flensed in the writer's room and worked over by the showrunner, and now washes up here in front of me, homophobia and clueless rich privileged assholes *galore* sitting in the same seats.
If I'd paid for it, I'd be spittin' mad. As it is, I won't get those eyeblinks back but it was at the very least a cashless transaction. I don't recommend it to you....more
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