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A long extended farce, featuring the sort-of dynamic duo Warnford and Marden. Warnford has been cashiered from the British Army for important documents going missing on his watch, and Marden robs safes for a living (relax, only from those who can afford it). Marden fails to rob Warnford's safe and a beautiful friendship is instantly born, which segues immediately into the both of them going up against Hitler's finest in the UK in the year before the war. Disgraced officer and cat burglar they may be, they aren't unpatriotic.
After the turkey’s in the oven, take a break and watch this.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
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“On the Waterfront, Cleopatra style.” That’s Barbara Peters’ elevator pitch for Disappearance of a Scribe, the second Eye of Isis novel. An excerpt: Gaius Aurelius Cotta, legate of Rome to the Court of Egypt and Alexandria, cousin to Gaius Julius Caesar himself, was very much at his leisure, sprawled comfortably in the room’s most substantial…
Lady Elliot [Anne's mother] had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation with made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterward...
# Permanent link to I wonder who else in Jane’s life is being pilloried here.
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“On the Waterfront, Cleopatra style.”–Barbara Peters on the second Eye of Isis novel. An excerpt: She was about to cross the street when a cabrio pulled in front of her, obstructing her way. She looked around with what she felt was pardonable irritation. “Excuse me, sir, but I believe pedestrians have the right of way…
[From the vaults at stabenow.com, Jul 19, 2010]
They are finally.
Finally.
Bringing Betty Macdonald's Nancy and Plum back into print. And with illustrations by Mary GrandPre, the illustrator of the Harry Potter books, no less.
# Permanent link to Not forgetting the chicken air mail.
Newly orphaned sisters Nancy and Plum are deposited into the untender care of the evil Mrs. Monday by their Uncle John. Even Uncle John's chauffeur wonders "why a boarding home for little children should have such a wicked-looking fence. Surely not just to keep the rolling lawns form oozing out into the road!" But Uncle John is so relieved he won't have to wash dishes and make doll clothes he doesn't see that Mrs. Monday has "a general appearance about as warm and motherly as a pair of pliers."
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I have coined a phrase: “When the muse knocks, you have to get up and answer the door.” By which I mean: Inspiration lurks everywhere, arms folded, tapping her foot, waiting for you to take notice. Like at the Homer Public Library Plant and Book Sale. Happens twice a year. Library sells books taken out…
An examination of the art of the possible in the kitchen
A few caveats before we get started, Reese writes in the introduction. First, although, like most people, I think about money, I’ve always been able to clothe my children and pay the mortgage and if I couldn’t whether I bought or made creme fraiche–or bread, to use a less absurd example–would make no difference. It is frivolous…
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Impossible to absorb too much information when you’re writing about a time two millennia before your own. I hasten to add that I haven’t read all these books cover to cover, otherwise I would never have time to write any of my own. Often the most useful items in them are their maps and indexes.…
…as with sex, politics, and religion, so with cooking…
A collection of essays on the art and obsession of cooking well for one’s friends. On his kitchen beginnings: …as with sex, politics, and religion, so with cooking; by the time I began finding out about it for myself, it was too late to ask my parents. They had failed to instruct me, and I…
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