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Any Given Doomsday, A Respectable Trade, The Yiddish Policeman’s Union, The Thirteenth Tale, Drowning Ruth
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My parents visited several weeks ago, so we went to see the prairie at Meadowbrook Park , the prairie grove at Busey Woods, and Kickapoo State Park. The latter, a former strip mine, is slated to close on Nov. 30 due to state budget woes, though that may change.

Monarch on thistle (Meadowbrook Park). Butterflies rarely hold still for me, so I’m happy this turned out.

Spider vs dragonfly (Busey Woods). This is a yellow and black garden spider. We came by the web shortly after the dragonfly was caught, so got to see most of the struggle. There were quite a few of these spiders at one spot along the path.

Sephski, this is for you. (Meadowbrook Park, where there is a lot of sculpture, most of it less identifiable)

Two weeks ago, J and I helped clear bush honeysuckle at Weaver Park, which is a relatively recent purchase by the city of Urbana. They plan to put ball and soccer fields there; people also want to preserve the 7 or 8 oak trees (red, white, and chinkapin) that are 300-400 years old. It’s neat to get in at the start of a project like that.

Yesterday, I went to Meadowbrook Park to collect seeds, which the park district uses there and at other parks (including Weaver) and sells. We had about a dozen plants we could have collected from, but most of us focused on one or two because it’s not easy to learn to id plants by seed head, especially when the leaves have already fallen off.

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Sunday I went to Meadowbrook Park in Urbana, which has a patch of restored prairie.

The prairie is larger than you might think given the line of trees; it extends quite a bit off the left of the picture.

More photos behind the cut; click for larger versions.
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Some months ago my husband decided he wanted chocolate cake, but had trouble finding a recipe that called for cocoa rather than chocolate. (He eventually found one. That was the night of the icing fire.) After that I asked my mom for her Wacky Cake recipe, which I finally made last night (not exactly the one linked to, but close enough). Turned out really well - moist and chocolaty. We skipped the icing, though, as I was short on time.

I think it turned out so well because of the secret ingredient. It calls for 2 cups of sugar, and after I measured about 1/3 cup of sugar I discovered that was all we had. We had some light brown sugar, but it was dried into a solid block. Tried stabbing it with a knife and barely made a dent. Luckily my faithful assistant came up with the bright idea of grating it. Even more luckily, he grated it while I ran off and did some work upstairs. Sounded like he was scrubbing pots.

Today, spurred by an article in the paper about farmer’s markets that still have local produce this time of year, we ventured to the Worthington farmer’s market, which is really hard to find. We didn’t see any of the greens that are supposedly available, perhaps because we got there too late, but did get some squash and shallots and sausage.

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I’m doing an unofficial Nanowrimo this year (I’m elizabeths over there). Since I’ve been rewriting last year’s Nano novel, I’ll continue with that.

Turning a zeroth draft into a first draft takes me a lot longer than writing the zeroth draft in the first place because my brain is a lot more involved in later drafts, so the chances that I’ll get 50k this month are pretty slim — I could just transcribe blindly, but that would be cheating myself since it’s a waste of time to not do the obvious edits (anything from fixing grammar to adding whole new scenes) as I come across them.

I’d at least like to get the entire second part typed up, and the holes in part one filled in, however many words that takes.

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Dead Water Creek & Cold Dark Matter are mainstream mysteries about a woman who investigates scientific fraud for the Canadian government.

Dead Water Creek was not bad, but the depictions of life in a science department did not mesh with my experience, and there were a fair number of unnecessary bits, like the protagonist’s mother being an alcoholic, and her resulting bad memories of the city. They had no bearing on the story whatsoever.

The actual scientific mystery, involving salmon, was interesting, too, and believable.

Minor nit: All but one of the named female scientists in this book are bi or lesbian, and that one is debatable. Considering that that’s a stereotype of female scientists, and it had no effect on the plot (everyone could have been sleeping with everyone else if they were straight couples, or if the men were also bi or gay), it seemed like a weird choice. Though a nice change from all the other millions of books on the planet where everyone is straight.

Cold Dark Matter was *much* better than the first one, at least once I got to chapter 7 or 8, and once I accepted that it was about astronomers, but not astronomy. In some ways the plot was preposterous (too many hidden motivations seemed like coincidences), but if I focused on the mystery and ignored the investigator’s reasons for investigating, it was just fine.

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(I skipped Farmer Boy and stopped after These Happy Golden Years.)

I hadn’t reread these since I was a kid, when Little House on the Prairie was one of my favorite books for ages. They’re as good as I remember them, though the racist attitude towards non-whites no longer sails over my head.

It’s interesting to watch how the books turn from the “what life was like then” of Little House in the Big Woods (which Laura wasn’t actually old enough to remember — I think the family left when she was 3, not 6) into actual stories in the later books.

I like the later books in the series better now than I did when I was 7 or so. I always liked running-around-the-frontier Laura much better than sewing-a-new-dress Laura. That said, why did Almanzo put up with Laura long enough to marry her? She wasn’t very nice to him at all. One wonders if there were no other eligible girls in town.

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This is a fabulous book — best one I’ve read all year, and that seems unlikely to change. My only complaint is that it ended.

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Picked up Michael A. Stackpole’s A Secret Atlas because I like the author’s podcast on writing (The Secrets), and I have a policy against taking writing advice from someone I’ve never read.

It’s a solid epic fantasy with some nice politics and interesting magic. The first in a trilogy, it’s far from self-contained, but it sets up a very interesting premise for the second book (far more interesting than the premise for the first).

My biggest complaint is that there are no women in A Secret Atlas. Well, there are a few — maybe three who appear often — and one (Nirati) is even a POV character, but they all exist to support the men. And Nirati has a…problematic character arc. I think the author’s purposes could have been served in a less misogynistic way.

The book I read after this one was similar in the number and roles of women, but in that case it didn’t bother me. That book was set in our world’s history. A Secret Atlas bothered me more, I think, because the lack of and use of the female characters seems to come from the author’s unexamined assumptions rather than because it’s based in a patriarchal era of history. Basically, I feel that if you’re going to make up a society, you’d better have good reasons for lack of equality between the sexes, or at least a lack of important and interesting women in your stories.

The second book in the series looks like it’ll add another woman who may be more independent. We’ll see.

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Some months ago I asked what Cormac McCarthy’s The Road did differently from other post-apocalyptic novels.

The answer is “Nothing.”

The Road follows a man and his son as they travel towards the coast, years after a disaster caused fires that burned nearly everything to ash. There’s hardly any food, water, or quote marks anywhere. The man and the boy walk and walk and sometimes something almost happens.

Despite that, I read the whole thing in only two or three sittings; I kept reading to see if the characters would survive.

The quote on the front cover of my edition says it’s a tale of the “miracle of goodness.” I’m not sure how the San Francisco Chronicle defines goodness; it seemed more a tale of the self-centeredness needed to survive against impossible odds. I suppose they mean the goodness of the child, who wants to help other survivors, rather than that of the father, who knows they can’t spare the food or supplies to help others. Even so, it comes across more as a miracle of naivety.

I didn’t dislike the book, but it’s not even close to being one of the best books I’ve read this year.

Still, I want to read McCarthy’s Blood Meridian, though I see that one also suffers from a dearth of punctuation. (Anyone want to explain to me the reasoning behind that? Some sort of metaphor for the emptiness of life, or the landscape?)

I really enjoyed this blogger’s take on the book: In a world where punctuation barely survives, though he’s harsher on the book than I am, and I very much disagree with him about the writing. The Road is a very well-written novel, and the style (aside from the punctuation) is perfect for the setting. I suppose I’m missing some thematic resonance provided by the lack of punctuation, but mostly it felt like the author showing off how cool he is.

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