September 22nd, 2010

hasui hirakawa morning

'Ahab isn't the only one entitled to be a skipper'

In my mind, O'Brian belongs to the fall.
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And then it seems I read no O'Brian for two and a half years, until a sudden whim started me on The Far Side of the World on the Labour Day weekend. Finished it last night, and promptly went out to get the next volume. It always vaguely surprises me how O'Brians can be so different from each other, while often being so much the same. I found the international politics of The Ionian Mission and Treason's Harbour tedious; but this one-- oh dear, so many doujinshi moments. Castrating Amazons and near-death experiences, plural, oh my my.

There is also, as Jack remarks, an awful lot of weather in it-- weird and violent weather. In an instance of pathetic fallacy, the cool fall weather we've been having for two and a half weeks changed last night, as I bicycled over to BMV, to an uneasy greasy warm mug, which was followed at 2 am by violent thunder and lightning. Very tropical tempestuous indeed.

And The Reverse of the Medal turns out to be the book I've been avoiding all these years, and now I suppose I have to read it. Or possibly, skip to The Letter of Marque.