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Random things:

In my continuing quest to convince others (and myself, if I could reacquire the fic-writing urge) that Rivers of London and Bryant & May are meant for crossovers, I note that not only does the latter involve a specialist London police unit that solves a mystery having to do with underground rivers, but (since I've now progressed from rereading the early series at random to reading the later books that didn't exist when I was doing the first read) also a crime apparently committed by Mr. Punch. I may manage, at some point, a conversation between Nightingale and Arthur Bryant on Waterloo Bridge; it's always tricky to reconcile magical and non-magical worlds, but Bryant is at least spectacularly open to the existence of supernatural forces. And he may not be aging backwards, but he doesn't appear to be doing it forwards either.

I wrote a short blog post on themes and moral imperatives in Time and Fevers (non-spoilery, unless you count George growing the fuck up as a spoiler) - and thanks to those who have written about and to me on enjoying Time for Tea! Slowly but surely getting somewhere…

Where I am just now is King of Prussia, Pennsylvania (yes that is a place), and I am apparently going to enjoy Chanticleer Pleasure Gardens in the rain later this morning (it's supposed to clear up for afternoon) before picking up Younger Son and friends at the Philly airport.

Much more weed-pulling in store this weekend, and buying of soft foods in preparation for Younger Son having his wisdom teeth out. Hopefully his having acquired strep throat (and amoxicillin) in Ghana will not interfere with the timing of the surgery, because he has to start work later in the week. (He was well into Time and Fevers last I heard, but his girlfriend (also on the trip) was just at the point in Time for Tea where George comes down with SPOILER EXCEPT FOR OBVIOUS IMPLICATION when he began running a fever. We made jokes, because you can't not. He missed the canopy walk and the Cape Coast Castle, but thank goodness for antibiotics.)

I managed not to blow up at fellow gardeners on Tuesday, but oh dear, it's nice to be admired and depended upon, but sometimes being in charge drives me nuts, especially when you have no office door to close but are just trying to get a few minutes to yourself to decide what needs to be done next, and are continually interrupted by people asking what you want them to do next. And then when I'd finally persuaded them to leave me alone a little, there was the one who came up and said, "Just go ahead, but say it out loud; I want to hear your thought process." NO NO NO. (I love them all dearly, but NO.) I guess I need to start trying to get there half an hour before everyone else (which is 7:30 a.m., which means leaving home at 7, while not forgetting half my stuff).

Don't think I've mentioned here how much I'm enjoying Orphan Black season 2, but I am. Having rewatched the first season recently, I can also echo others in saying there's a moment in each episode where I convince myself that each of the clones is actually played by a different actress, and my favorite moments are those in which one clone is pretending to be another one. It's also amusing that Alison is much better at being Sarah than Sarah is at being Alison. (Suburban soccer moms, whether they are in community theatre or not, are naturals at protective coloration.) The balance of humor and pathos continues to be perfect and delightful.

I have been listening to five albums of Vienna Teng on shuffle, pretty much constantly (well, no, but when it's the right time to listen to things). <3 <3 <3
hedda62: Cover of my book Time and Fevers, with Semper Augustus tulip painting. (time and fevers)
Time and Fevers is now available for purchase in ebook and print versions! Details are at my website (which really needs a redesign, but who has time). Here's the blurb:

Olivia Lake’s search for her missing husband continues, as she and time-jumping partner George Merrill venture into the world of tulip traders, spice merchants and theatre lovers in 17th-century Amsterdam. Meanwhile, new players on the time travel stage make surprise entrances, and the employees of Constantine and Associates face the dangers posed by mysterious conspirators, unanticipated market forces, and their own hearts.

This would be the time to talk up the series, people. :)

Waiting to see if the attempt to link my blog to Tumblr is working any better than the currently-claimed links to Facebook and Twitter - they did work, for a while, and now I have to manually repost everything. I have other strategies in reserve, but still hoping maybe Wordpress will fix itself?

In other news, I'm rereading Christopher Fowler's The Water Room with crossover possibilities in mind - the Rivers of London connection is so obvious it hurts. Need to look at my Trope Bingo card again...
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Time to make this craziness face the world! Or that tiny portion of the world that cares.

No Time for Sergeants

Summary: Janice Longbright, Edgar Wield and James Hathaway walk into a bar. Written purely for my own satisfaction (though I'd be glad to know if anyone else gets all the jokes). Mild spoilers but nothing to keep you from reading the books/watching the show. Takes place sometime in 2011 and I don't care if the dates line up.

Crossover-and-how. (I haven't even counted the references to different universes.) I'd forgotten how hard they are to write - you're either confusing the unknowing or annoying the fans. But it grabbed me and I had to write it. (I bet you say that to all the stories.)

Yes, I did get Bothari in there! And the Dashing White Sergeant, sort of.
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In reference to the earlier discussion of fictive time-fiddling, I ran into an interesting bit in Bryant & May off the Rails (the most recent but one in Christopher Fowler's series, and the latest one I've read). Unlike my previous examples, it's in the text of the novel itself, not in an author's introduction, but Fowler does a lot of fourth wall-breaking in sneaky ways, so it's definitely authorial commentary on a confusing aspect of his series. It's probably self-explanatory (if I note that the book was published in 2010 and takes place at some point in the aughts, hence 60+ years from 1940, which is the ostensible setting (as flashback/memoir) of the majority of the first book in the series). Raymond Land is the Acting Head (1973-present) of the Peculiar Crimes Unit, and Arthur Bryant's continual foil.

cut for length )

I'm not sure if this is more a reflection on time (Bryant and May are presented as being 22 and 19 respectively at the time of the first case (and both turned down for military service), and indefinitely elderly and far past retirement age in the present) or on memory and story-telling (what is truth?), but it's an intriguing addition to the genre.
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... quite the investigative team, actually, if one were to do that meme again, but more just shorthand for what I've been reading (and watching).

I have just finished the e-ARC of Captain Vorpatril's Alliance, and this one is just an unqualified YAY, though I reserve the right to qualify later. For now: Ivan! Tej! By! (though not noticeably) Simon & Alys! Nicely brief Miles appearance! "The Gregor"! Charming understatements! Vast sinkholes! And yes, to answer Lois's question, it's a gift to the fans, and would be an awfully weird way to start reading the series, although if you could ignore all the little digs and references and concentrate on the main story, it might work.

What I've been reading otherwise (for the last month or so, which has contained a lot of reading, damn mysterious health issues): the Bryant & May series, by Christopher Fowler. Superannuated detectives in London's Peculiar Crimes Unit keep getting to the bottom of things, despite the continual threat (and occasional realization) of being shut down. I didn't read them in order, which in this case doesn't matter much (still have the last two to go). The general air is cozy and witty and full of odd factoids, even if the crimes are sometimes modernly gruesome and the occasional bad word slips in. Charming if not really understated. I want them to meet Dalziel and Pascoe.

To balance this, the much more gritty series (or two dovetailing ones) of Georgia crime novels by Karin Slaughter (which I hope is not a pen name), starring medical examiner (and pediatrician) Sara Linton, police chief Jeffrey Tolliver, and later on Special Agent Will Trent. The characters and stories are well drawn and though I'm somewhat put off by the reliance on shocking horrible stuff (the usual parade of torture, rape, child abuse, etc.) I really can't stop reading them (madly out of order, again). This may not be a good thing.

And then I'm watching Inspector Lewis and adoring it, but am only on series 2, so don't spoil me. Too much. I think I will go off and watch more now. (Or after I've seen what some of you had to say about the Ivan book.)

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