October 16th, 2016

red-eyed goujun by _mrowr @ muffyface

Sooop of the evening

Soup of a day: too muggy, too warm, too wet. The skies have finally gone from low grey ceiling to discrete grey and white clouds, and the sun slants through to make all the trees out back bronzey-gold. But the temps and the pressure still seem set on inciting a headache of some kind. Feels like hurricane weather, actually.

There are no terrycloth robes to be found. Saleswoman at Pennington's opined that most people don't want to pay the extra and so everyone uses microfibre instead. Microfibre keeps you warm, I will allow, but it certainly doesn't wick up the wet after a bath and it deposits stuff in the water supply. My current terry robe is going on ten years and was come-by-chance at Winners, after all the gentlemen's haberdashers told me that no one had terrycloth. (Maybe I don't shop in the right places. They can be had online from Hudson's Bay. Except that I like to see what they mean by L and XL.)

What a good thing I didn't read the cover of The Angelic Avengers. Most egregious spoiler since The Magus ('There is no Julie.') Like that it consists of a passage from late in the novel, and unlike that the passage doesn't spoil the action, just describes a character walking into the room. But the line above it? 'Portrait of a villain.' Why yes, thanks for relieving you readers of any uncertainty they might have had through half the book's length as to what was what.

Certainly it's more melodrama than Dinesen Gothic, but that's fine. The types at Goodreads were trying to figure what it satirises and why. Victorian melodrama, say they, which makes me wonder what melodramas they've read. I... don't feel it's a satire at all. It's a melodrama pure and simple, which allowed Dinesen to get something off her chest.