mjj (flemmings) wrote,
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Horticultural

The jasmine or honeysuckle or whatever it is that grows round the concrete post at Audrey and Margot's place (they're the kids; their parents' names have of course slipped my discriminating memory) is blooming and scenting the air. Now I see there's the same sweet flowers growing up the post between the Rainbow Flag couple (straight, who shovel my walk in winter) and Signora Who Gardens. This is good. One cannot have too many sweet climbing plants to offset the sickly-smelling lindens and mock orange of June.

In an access of virtue tonight, I vacuumed both upstairs and down (garbage night, so the dust elephants go straight into a bag) bundled up the dead branches and twigs from the hedge, and swept the cherries to date from the back yard path. Bag of hedge clippings is now sitting atop rubber garbage bin of creepers and cherry pits and may not disintegrate in the rain that way.

Last finished?

Christie, Why didn't they ask Evans?
-- ahh, Christie country, where earls' daughters are adept at detecting, helped by the allure of their titles, and quite willing to marry into another class entirely. And go out to Kenya, which in hindsight is a very bad move.

Gaiman, How the Marquis Got his Coat Back
-- Very glad they issued this as a chapbook. I like the Marquis and hope we hear more about him and his brother. Also the scariness of Gaiman's Under-Londoners are reflective of what? Why is the Angel Islington and the Shepherds of Shepherd's Bush so inimical?

Gaiman, ed, Unnatural Creatures
-- An interesting enough collection, with Boucher's classic The Compleat Werewolf, DWJ's The Sage of Theare, and E. Nesbit's The Cockatoucan, those three being my favourites.

Currently on the go?

Arthur Conan Doyle, Tales of Unease
-- Pleasant to read, but the trouble with anthologies like this is that there are no surprises. Does a cad trifle with the affections of a young lady? He will get his unpleasant comeuppance. Does a man have a wild beast in a cage? The beast will get out. If something is called The Horror of the Heights, you may be sure there are horrors up in the heights. Still makes for good bedtime reading.

Horowitz, The House of Silk
-- Not sure if I'll go on with this. It was good enough domestic Holmes pastiche with stolen art and mysterious deaths which might be suicide or might not, and an American gangster, mastermind of the art robbery, who winds up dead, and then Mycroft appears and Holmes is told to drop the case, and then bodies pile up and Holmes is framed and and and... I think an international conspiracy is next- the author's specialty, evidently- and I would rather not.

Next?
Have So Long Been Dreaming from the library. Summer approaches and I begin to think I should read that winter book, The Kalevala, to offset it.
Tags: dwj, holmes, reading_17, rivers, rl_17
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