On the flip side of the pendant it says “Rêve.” Because Canada is bilingual.
Book: The Broken Ladder: How Inequality Affects the Way We Think, Live, and Die by Keith Payne
On the flip side of the pendant it says “Rêve.” Because Canada is bilingual.
Book: The Broken Ladder: How Inequality Affects the Way We Think, Live, and Die by Keith Payne
The last volume – or is it just the season one finale? – of the Bone Parish saga. And up to the final issue I was wondering how they were going to manage to wrap everything up in the few pages remaining. Well, much to my surprise Cullen Bunn managed to pull it off. It’s a quick ending, and feels a bit rushed, but it’s satisfactory and does manage to tie up most of the loose ends while holding out the promise of the story continuing. Colour me impressed. I didn’t think it was going to work.
There were no big twists or revelations, while the action seemed bloodier than usual even though the regular gang violence was toned down and the mutants created by the bad batch of Ash weren’t back. I was getting used to Jonas Scharf’s art, and while he has a real weak spot for faces, especially in profiles that he tends to just repeat, he does some good action scenes here, including a couple of nice fights and one great explosion drawing.
So that’s a wrap, with most of the Winters family now deceased and bottled up. But what might be going on in the land of the dead is left a little vague. Is there a voodoo king of the underworld, or is it all just hallucinations? Maybe if the series is continued things like this will be explained, but I’m fine if they just leave it the way they did. Solid work all around.
Because the lotus flowers are so big they don’t last long. So there’s never an explosion of giant blossoms. But this pic shows the pond at its seasonal best. That’s a wrap for this year! Thanks to the owners for putting in all the effort to make it happen! (You can click on the pic to make it bigger.)
I’ve posted a bookworm bookmark before. This one’s pewter I think. It’s a fun motif for a bookmark.
Book: Haywire: A Political History of Britain since 2000 by Andrew Hindmoor
Believe it or not, this is a hydrangea. Another gift from a neighbour. I stuck it in the garden about ten years ago and it has never blossomed into the puffy snowball that hydrangeas are known for. I always thought this was because it wasn’t getting enough water. But this summer it has rained every other day, and this is the best it can do. (You can click the pic to make it bigger.)
Today, President Joe Biden announced that he won’t be standing for re-election. This didn’t come as a big surprise, as it had become evident, glaringly evident since his debate performance against Trump, that he could no longer communicate and hence campaign effectively. What surprised me, and something I still can’t explain, is that he made the announcement by posting a letter on the social media platform X (formerly known as Twitter).
Why X? The platform is not a trusted or respected news source. Nor is it even a platform with that great a reach. Its prominence, even back when it was Twitter, was always overstated mainly because it was used by a lot of reporters.
It is also owned by Elon Musk, someone who has pledged massive funding to elect Biden’s rival.
Biden could have got air time or coverage on any network or platform or service and the statement would have been picked up and immediately re-posted and broadcast everywhere else. So why was it released on X? I’ve never had a Twitter or X account, and only used to go on it occasionally to scroll through some posts back when it was Twitter because they let you do that without registering. You can’t do that anymore, which is one of the reasons X has been losing traffic as well as revenue since Musk’s takeover.
I think Biden dropping out was the right call. He’s much too old. Trump is also much too old, but he’s in a category all his own. Leaving that aside though, I don’t see why Biden would make such an important announcement on a platform like X. Surely there was a better way to break the news.
Batman: Damned is a sequel of sorts to the Joker comic put out by the same writer and artist ten years earlier but it was also the first comic to be published under the imprint of DC’s Black Label, which was targeted at mature audiences. The first printing of Damned even included a picture of a nude Bruce Wayne with his dick hanging out, and there are few things as adult as Batman’s dick. So . . . it was something old and something new. But what I really found it to be was overblown and confusing.
The blame, in my opinion, falls on Brian Azzarello. I really didn’t like the writing on any level. Most of it is woefully ungrammatical, no matter who is speaking. The Enchantress I could give a pass too since she’s a demon zombie witch or something so I figure she can say “I be fate written. Die cast. Why you no remember?” But why are Batman’s “diaries” full of stuff like “what don’ kill us eats us alive”? Why are the rapper’s rhymes so weak? Why does the homeless guy say things like “seen him with my own too [sic] eyes”? Why would the mandarin Waynes say things like “Don’t be here when I do get back”? Were these typos? In a prestige publication like this? Or did they have some meaning I was missing? Hell, I even hated the lettering. This was all terrible.
Then there was the plot, which was another take on the idea of the journey of the soul after death. The aim was to do a sort of horror comic, but I was too confused to find any of it very scary or unnerving. So as usual it just turned out dark. There were cameos from figures I didn’t know well (John Constantine, the Spectre) or barely at all (the Enchantress). And there’s an uncomfortable appearance by Harley Quinn, who nearly rapes Batman at one point because . . . she hates him. I didn’t need any of this. But then Swamp Thing shows up and I always like to see Swampy so that was a plus.
It looks fantastic. Lee Bermejo’s art is on point with the noir-horror vibe throughout, making me almost wish DC had done the book as one of those comics without words. I might have followed the story just as well. I’ve really liked some of Azzarello’s stuff, but this struck me as a poorly developed idea that tried to make up for its deficiencies with lots of heavy breathing and broken English. And that’s a shame because I did have the sense it could have been something great.
Off to China again for a set of delicate bookmarks from the Summer Palace. I’ve never been to China, but I know a lot of people who are either from there or have visited. And they bring me back bookmarks! See here for some nice ones from the Beijing Opera.
Book: China After Mao: The Rise of a Superpower by Frank Dikötter
Miss Marple got her start in the Tuesday Night Club, and that series was followed up by stories that took a very similar form: dinner guests listen to someone recount a mysterious event that they either witnessed or had heard about, and then the others engage in a competition to see who can solve it. Of course, Miss Marple always wins, not because she’s a great detective (meaning someone who goes out looking for clues, or questioning witnesses), but because she’s good at just sitting back and drawing on her experience of village life, which always provides a key to understanding what’s really going on.
This happens again in “The Companion,” which was another story I enjoyed even if I thought the solution was too easy. I know it was too easy because I had no trouble figuring it out as I was reading, something that rarely happens. And I managed even though one of the clues was the comparison made between two women, one being a bit plump and the other “inclined to scragginess.” Scragginess is not a word I’ve ever used and I’m not even sure if I’ve seen it before, though I did make the connection to scraggly. So all-in-all a nice little mystery story, with a bit of vocabulary-building thrown in.