Saturday, July 23, 2011

A Good Place To Be Today...


It is brutal outside. 98 degrees, feels like 100 or more. Day after day of this constant heat is fatiguing. Hope you're cool wherever you are today. Rocky and I are hibernating, listening to the ballgame.

Note: Don't have any source for this stylish vintage illustration.

Happy Birthday, Raymond Chandler! (1888 - 1959)







Today is the birth date of one of the originators of noir detective fiction. Raymond Chandler was, by all accounts, a fairly grumpy individual with an inordinate taste for alcohol, but in the grand scheme of things - who cares? What matters is the work he left behind for us to read and reread, film and re-film.


Of all the quotable words Chandler left behind, my favorites continue to be: "Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid."  The Simple Art of Murder (1950). This, eloquently and with feeling, describes what I always look for in a solver of mysteries, in the hero of the plots I enjoy reading most.

More Chandler quotes may be found here, one of many pages online devoted to Chandler-isms.

There is also a delightful little book full of quotes, PHILIP MARLOWE'S GUIDE TO LIFE by Raymond Chandler (Edited by Martin Asher) - which a good friend sent me a while back and which I quoted from on a post a few months ago.


And to read about Raymond Chandler's colorful life, please use this link.

There is also this Raymond Chandler comprehensive web site.

Various and sundry film posters of some of the more famous film adaptations of Chandler's books:






Adapted from FAREWELL, MY LOVELY.

Adapted from THE HIGH WINDOW.


Book adaptation of the film, THE BRASHER DOUBLOON which was, in itself an adaptation of THE HIGH WINDOW.

Confession: I am probably the only person in the world that loves the movie version of THE HIGH WINDOW, titled: THE BRASHER DOUBLOON (which, by the way, I understand was the original name of the book before it was changed to the more boring, The High Window). But then, I am probably the only remaining fan of George Montgomery in the role of Philip Marlowe.

Most everyone else favors Humphrey Bogart and Dick Powell, not to mention Robert Montgomery.  I like those too - Raymond Chandler himself liked Dick Powell's interpretation.

But Georgie is my guy.

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAYMOND CHANDLER!

Saturday Salon: A Favorite Painting or Two or Three...





















The French Fauvist artist Raoul Dufy (1877 - 1953) was born at Le Havre, in Normandy. Just in time for him to develop into a skilled painter during one of the most exciting and inventive artistic eras. As you can see,  his exuberant color and line make his work a joy to behold. Fauvism was a short- lived art movement which favored painterly values and dramatic use of color over the realistic or representational. Henri Matisse was, perhaps, its most famous proponent. To read more about Les Fauves (French for 'the wild beasts') please go here.


Dufy was also an illustrator, print maker and furniture designer, among many other disciplines. His highly decorative style of painting was adapted for use in ceramics and textiles as well, which is probably one of several reasons his work always looks vaguely familiar. To get an overview of Raoul Dufy's life and work, please go here. A bit more detail about Dufy's work can be had here.

You can also watch an exquisite video of Dufy's work at this youtube link.


Friday, July 22, 2011

Netflix - What to do, what to do...?!


Obviously, Netflix is a necessity if you love films as much as I do and I know that nothing in life is fixed, much as we would wish it otherwise. 'Streaming direct to your computer or TV or whatnot' appears to be the wave of the Netflix future. They are shifting their focus from DVD home delivery to streaming, shifting their monthly plans as well.  I now have a major decision to make.

I was notified that my current plan will end as of September, 2011. They're separating the DVD plans from the streaming and we'll now have to pay for each - rather than the all inclusive 9.99 a month for both that I'd been luxuriating in. So if I want to continue with DVD delivery - that will be 7.99. If I want to continue with steaming - that will be another 7.99. I can continue to have both for 15.98 a month. (You'd think they'd give a discount for both. Like, say, a buck off or something. Nah!)

My feeling is, pretty soon this will start costing as much as cable. This is the second price hike within the last year or so.

Honestly, I quit cable because I didn't want to keep paying the high fees. And I've been doing very well with Netflix. But now I'm not sure I want to pay 16 bucks a month. Not a huge amount in the great scheme of things, but big enough to annoy if you haven't got tons of money coming in every month.

So pipe up, let me hear from you. Should I go with the Streaming plan or the DVD delivery plan?
I'm only choosing one and I can't quite make up my mind. What do you think?

Netflix Streaming doesn't have ALL the films I want to watch. DVD Home Delivery doesn't have ALL the films I might want to watch either. There's the dilemma.

I'm torn.

Friday's Forgotten Books: DADDY LONG LEGS (1912) by Jean Webster


Friday's Forgotten Books is a Weekly Meme hosted by Patti Abbott at her blog PATTINASE Please check in to see what other forgotten books other bloggers are talking about today.

I have to say I do love epistolary novels. It's a difficult way to tell a story so there aren't that many good ones around, but DADDY LONG LEGS, the Jean Webster novel written in 1912, is a classic of the genre. (If this style of writing can be called a genre.)

My Penguin copy has an introduction written by Elaine Showalter:

...one of the truly modern qualities of Webster's writing is its lack of sentimentality and preachiness.  Although her heroine[s] Judy and Sallie are idealistic reformers, they are also irreverent and irrepressible; although they are staunch feminists, they also take great pleasure in kid gloves, new dresses, and male company. The epistolary format of these two novels (Daddy Long Legs and Dear Enemy) allows the liveliness of women's letter-writing to cloak the radical notions of women's limitless strength and capability.

The entire story (except for two expository pages in the very beginning) develops in letters sent from a young woman to her uncommunicative and very mysterious benefactor whom she has dubbed Daddy Long Legs after catching a quick glimpse of him - a tall thin shadow -  from a window.

When Jerusha 'Judy' Abbott is plucked from the orphanage where she's spent her entire life and sent off to college, she is thrust into a new and very unfamiliar world. Her sponsor is a wealthy man who insists that she must write him once a month but she is never to know his real name nor will he acknowledge her letters.

From the first achingly lonely letters to her 'Dear Daddy Long Legs'  - often decorated with her own drawings - we get to know, over the next four years, the interior workings of Jerusha (now called Judy), the vivacious, intelligent, endearingly self-possessed young woman and would-be writer who will steal not only her benefactor's heart but ours as well.

I love this book and re-read it just last night on the fly. It's a quick read, a fun way to spend an evening. Developing a story entirely in letters only from one point of view - since Daddy Long Legs never responds until the very end - can't have been an easy thing to do and yet Jean Webster makes it look effortless. It's as natural as if you'd happened upon a cache of letters and began reading them and got caught up in the story of an awkward girl growing into womanhood right before your very eyes. Amazingly, it's all there in the letters.

Jean Webster's novel was also turned into a stage play as well as the musical film, DADDLY LONG LEGS (1955) starring Fred Astaire (who seems a natural for the part of Daddy Long Legs) and Leslie Caron.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

The Wit and Wisdom of Archie Goodwin.

Illustration of Archie Goodwin by Austin Briggs for the Saturday Evening Post, June 21, 1958

You all know (if you're a regular reader of this blog) what a big fan I am of the Nero Wolfe books by Rex Stout. You know I reread them, at whim, every now and then, in between my reading of other fine and worthy books. You know that lately I am fixated on finishing up the short stories which, truth to tell, I haven't reread in years - having concentrated more on my favorite full length Wolfe novels. But you might not know (unless you've read them) that the Wolfe short stories are every bit as good as the full length novels. In fact, I hadn't remembered them as being quite this good. Is there nothing that Rex Stout couldn't do right? Apparently not. (Is that a triple negative?)

Anyway, today I'm sharing some wit and wisdom from the clever 'pen' of Archie Goodwin, Nero Wolfe's right hand man. Bits and pieces culled from several short story collections which I've been indulging in over the past few weeks. Just things plucked from Archie's entertaining narration as he goes about his day to day duties working for that mighty sloth of a genius, Nero Wolfe. Things that made me smile or shake my head or just laugh outright. The oh-so-cynical Archie has a wry way with words.

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Excerpt from AND FOUR TO GO (1956, 1957) A story entitled, CHRISTMAS PARTY, in which, Wolfe dons an improbable disguise and a young woman named Cherry Quon shows up at the brownstone with knowledge of the incident, attempting a spot of blackmail.

"But you haven't told the police? Then it's a good thing I haven't told them either, isn't it?"

"This is interesting," Wolfe said coldly. "What to you expect to accomplish with this fantastic folderol?"...

"...You must see that it's no use. If I tell them, even if they don't like to believe me, they will investigate..."

He shut his eyes, tightened his lips and leaned back in his chair. I kept mine open, on her. She weighed about a hundred and two. I could carry her under one arm with my other hand clamped on her mouth. Putting her in the spare room upstairs wouldn't do, since she could open a window and scream, but there was a cubbyhole in the basement, next to Fritz's room, with an old couch in it. Or, as an alternative I could get a gun from my desk drawer and shoot her. Probably no one knew she had come here.

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Excerpts from CURTAINS FOR THREE (1950), a story entitled BULLET FOR ONE in which Wolfe is hired to find the killer of a man riding horseback early in the morning in Central Park. As usual, people show up at the brownstone to be questioned by Wolfe.

It always riled him that anybody in the world didn't know that he never left the house on business, and rarely for anything whatever. "I work only at home..."

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It was her complexion that made it hard to believe that she was as scared as she said she was.
"Maybe I haven't made it clear," she persisted, twisting her fingers some more though I had asked her to stop. "I'm not making anything up, really I'm not..."

If her cheek color had been from a drugstore, with the patches showing because the fear in her heart was using extra blood for internal needs, I would probably been affected more. But at first sight of her I had been reminded of a picture on a calendar hanging on the wall of Sam's Diner on Eleventh Avenue, a picture of round-faced girl with one hand holding a pail and the other hand resting on the flank of a cow she had just milked or was going to milk. It was her to a T, in skin tint, build, and innocence.

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[Frank] Broadyke gestured with a hand. More than his baritone was cultivated; he was cultivated all over. He was somewhat younger than Pohl, and ten times as elegant. His manner gave the impression that he was finding it difficult to be himself because (a) he was in the office of a private detective, which was vulgar, (b) he had come there with persons with whom one doesn't ordinarily associate, which was embarrassing, and (c) the subject for discussion was his connection to a murder, which was preposterous.

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Like millions of my fellow citizens, I had done some sizing up of Victor Talbot from pictures of him in the papers, and within ten seconds after he had joined us in the office I had decided the label I had tied on him could stay. He was the guy who, at a cocktail party or before dinner, grabs the tray of appetizers and passes it around, looking into eyes and making cracks.

Not counting me, he was easily the best looking male in the room.


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Since I had cottoned to Audrey Rooney and would have married her any second if it wasn't that I wouldn't want my wife to be a public figure and there was her picture on the calendar on the wall of Sam's Diner, it was a setback to learn that her parents in Vermont had actually named her Annie, and she had changed it herself. Okay if she didn't care for Annie with Rooney, but good God, why Audrey? Audrey. It showed a lack in her.


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Excerpts from TROUBLE IN TRIPLICATE (1945), a story entitled INSTEAD OF EVIDENCE in which Wolfe is hired to find the killer of a novelties manufacturer.

Among the kinds of men I have a prejudice against are the ones named Eugene. There's no use asking me why, because I admit it's a prejudice. It may be that when I was a in kindergarten out in Ohio a man named Eugene stole candy from me, but if so I have forgotten all about it. For all practical purposes, it is merely one face of my complex character that I do not like men named Eugene.

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"That's ridiculous. You sound to me like a clown."

"Good. It is a well known fact that clowns have the biggest and warmest hearts on record except mothers and three characters in books by Dickens."

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Excerpt from THREE FOR THE CHAIR (1955) from a story entitled, A WINDOW FOR DEATH in which Wolfe is hired to find out if a so-called natural death of an uranium millionaire was actually murder.

The trouble with mornings is that they come when you're not awake.

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Excerpt from the same collection, from a story entitled TOO MANY DETECTIVES in which Wolfe and Archie, while up in Albany on an official errand having to do with their licenses, are suspected of murder and arrested. We are also introduced to  Theodolinda (Dol) Bonner for the first time.

I am against female detectives on principle. It's not always and everywhere a tough game, but most of the time it is, with no room for the friendly feelings and the nice little impulses. So a she-dick must have a good thick hide, which is not a skin I'd love to touch; if she hasn't, she is apt to melt just when a cold eye and hard nerves are called for, and in that case she doesn't belong.

However, there are times when a principle should take a nap, and that was one of them.

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I ran across this terrific essay on Wolfe over at Thrilling Detective and I've included it here for further edification. It's title alone is intriguing: Nero Wolfe - A Social Commentary on the U.S. by Marcia Kiser. Lots of Wolfe quotes included, more from his point of view and Kiser mentions, along with some of the novels, a couple of the short stories I've been lately reading. Interesting stuff considering how long Rex Stout continued to write the Wolfe stories and how long Wolfe and Archie were ensconced in that brownstone as the city, state, and country changed around them.

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Illustration by Carl Mueller for American Magazine, November, 1948

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Quote/Unquote


now and then
there is a person born
who is so unlucky
that he runs into accidents
which started out to happen
to somebody else.

xli. archy says

Don Marquis (1878 - 1937)


To get an overview of Don Marquis, humorist, journalist, author and creator of Archy and Mehitabel,  please use this LINK.

To learn about Archy and Mehitabel, please go here.

An interesting blog post about Don Marquis and George Herriman. Herriman was the illustrator (creator of Krazy Kat) who gave Archy and Mehitabel their look. More about Herriman here


Artwork by George Herriman

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Forgotten or Overlooked Film Tuesday: THE MAJOR AND THE MINOR (1942) starring Ray Milland and Ginger Rogers


Forgotten or Overlooked Films Tuesday is a weekly meme usually hosted by Todd Mason over at his blog, SWEET FREEDOM. Every Tuesday, overlooked films are dished about on various blogs. Check in to see what other films other bloggers are talking about today. Soon as you finish reading mine, that is.

I recently watched THE MAJOR AND THE MINOR thinking I might be disappointed because I hadn't seen it in years and remembered it all too fondly. You know how that goes. Well, anyway, I saw it and loved it once again. There's just something about the youngish Ray Milland that continues to win me over every time. He is just a delightful screen presence. The older I get, the more important he seems to become in my movie memories.

Ginger Rogers is also quite wonderful in this even if she is totally unconvincing in the role of a 12 year old! But her vivacious personality carries the day. It's hard for Ginger to do anything wrong as far as I'm concerned.

In this film, directed by Billy Wilder, Ginger plays Susan Applegate, a young woman trying to make a go of it in NYC, currently working as a hair massage therapist (!?) who visits clients in their apartments or hotel rooms. You can imagine what the staff of these establishments thinks about all this, but she's on the up and up. Susan is tired of her job, tired of the innuendos and double entendres (though this whole movie, in a way, is a double entendre), she's tired of having to fight off men's advances, and, I suppose, just plain tired of massaging scalps.

So, spur of the moment after having coshed an egg on the head of Mr. Osborne, a would-be seducer (played smarmily by Robert Benchley), she decides to quit the Big City and head back home to Ohio. (I think it was Ohio, anyway, somewhere in the Midwest.) Unfortunately once she gets to the train station she finds that the return fair home has changed, it's no longer the amount she'd saved - the only money she appears to have. This woman is really broke.

Susan is the clever sort though, she soon notices that kids ride the trains for half fare. Into the bathroom she goes and after wiping off her make-up, changing out of her heels, hiking up her skirts and adjusting her hat, she emerges as a passable 12 year old.


Once she gets her ticket she boards the train and tries to make herself inconspicuous. But the train personnel are not so easy to fool. Soon she's being chased around the train - these people really take their jobs seriously. Anyway, looking for a place to hide, Susan opens a door and finds herself - you guessed it - in Ray Milland's compartment. Milland is playing Major Kirby and luckily for Susan, Kirby seems to have a bum eye. (Nothing that should keep him from the front lines if he can manage to get his current orders changed - a feat he's been attempting for some time.) Kirby is on his way back to the military school where he teaches.


For some odd reason, Kirby thinks nothing of insisting that Susan spend the night in his compartment - she's made up some story that wouldn't fool a fly, but it seems to fool the Major. Now you and I both know that this film could not be made today - at least, not in the same way. Even if Milland insists on acting all avuncular and playing the part of 'uncle' to little SuSu -  a great suspension of disbelief is called for. But both actors are so charming, that it, more or less, works.


In the morning though, the train is stalled by some trouble or other down the line. In the meantime, Kirby's fiancee Pamela Hill, played in manipulating dragon lady style by Rita Johnson and her father, the General, drive out from the military academy to meet the train. When Pamela impetuously decides to jump on board and surprise her fiancee in his compartment she comes upon Susan Applegate not looking at all like a kid. She's sitting on the lower berth in her pajamas, brushing out her hair.

Screams and screeches ensue. Pamela runs back to her father in the car and they race back to the school to alert the board members of Major Kirby's perfidy. Outraged exclamations ensue. Think of the scandal! Kirby must be mad! He'll be cashiered out of the school, out of the Army!

Kirby soon shows up and very smugly introduces 12 year old SuSu Applegate to the board of directors and all is made well again. Susan has been convinced to stay at the school for a few days, first to get Kirby out of trouble and secondly because the train is still stalled on the tracks. Someone from the school will drive her the rest of the way home in a few days.


Awkwardly, Susan is staying with the Hills. Pamela's father runs the school and the family lives on campus. She is then introduced to Pamela's sister, Lucy, an actual teenager (and budding biologist) played by the delightfully cynical Diana Lynn who practically steals the movie. Lucy almost instantly realizes that SuSu is not what she pretends but strikes up a friendship anyway and covers for her, even allowing SuSu access to her stash of hidden cigarettes. Early on, Lucy admits her older sister Pamela is a stinker.

It seems odd to me that with all of Pamela's seeming sophistication she can't spot a fellow grown woman living under her very nose, but let's overlook that. After all, SuSu spends most of her time eluding the amorous young cadets who also appear not to have ever seen a grown woman and take SuSu for the kid she pretends to be. Albeit a pretty dishy kid. Pretty soon it's obvious to Susan that she's taken things a big too far, especially when one of the cadets gets her in a mad clinch. These boys mean business!

In the meantime, there's more oddness going on because Major Kirby is apparently showing signs of jealousy. SuSu's popularity among the cadets doesn't exactly surprise him, but it does annoy him. Kirby still looks at Susan as SuSu and still thinks of her a kid so I can't imagine what he thinks he's feeling if he thinks of it in any rational way at all. It's almost as if he's purposely blinding himself to what is in front of his good eye as they walk around campus - still trying to give her 'fatherly' advice. In one very telling scene, Kirby focuses on SuSu with that 'good' eye and says, "Why, SuSu, you're a knock-out!" Uh-huh.

You'd think the light would go on then, but it doesn't. He's still in the dark.

Susan realizes that Kirby desperately wants to be sent overseas to join in the war effort - this is 1942, after all. But because of Pamela's influential, interfering, chicanery his official requests have been ignored.

Soon, she and Lucy cook up a scheme to set things right. Susan imitates Pamela's voice and calls Washington to speak to the General in charge of orders and things and before you know it, Kirby's request for transfer comes through. (Though I do wonder about the whole 'bum' eye thing.)

Pamela is incensed. She wants Kirby there, right under her thumb where she can manipulate him to her heart's content.


The night of the big dance, who should show up at the school as a chaperon/guest but Mr. Osborne (Robert Benchley), the would-be NYC seducer AND his wife. He recognizes Susan and making conversation with Pamela, spills the truth. Pamela, naturally, seeks revenge.

Later that night, Susan had made plans to meet up with Kirby, returning to her natural womanly self (she gets her hands on a gorgeous gown), she means to 'wow' him. Though what Kirby was thinking to make an assignation with a 12 year old girl is beyond me. Another bit of oddness.

Pamela stops Susan all beautifully decked out, just before she goes downstairs. She tells Susan she's on to her and that she'd better clear out or else. The 'or else' is that Kirby will be bounced out of his job and even out of the Army if the news that he sneaked a woman onto  military school grounds gets out. And Pamela is there to make sure it gets out with the worst  possible interpretation attached. This woman means business.

To tell the truth, I'm feeling a bit uneasy when I get to this part of the story. I don't like it much because the implication all along is that men can be manipulated to such an extent (well, occasionally maybe they can, but still...), it also implies that Major Kirby is a dunce with designs on a 12 year old. Which, let's face it, is an idea that might have crossed our minds at certain points during this movie. But on the whole, I think the story is meant to be some sort of screwball farce or fairy tale. At least, I like to take it in that spirit. But it really does require a HUGE suspension of total disbelief, especially once we get to the ending.

But I think I'll hold back on the ending and leave it for you to discover if you get a chance to see this film one of these days. This is an ending, by the way, that includes a performance by Ginger Roger's mother, Lela Rogers, playing - you guessed it -  Susan Applegate's mother. THEN  Ginger Rogers gets to play her own mother in a rather bizarre scene with Major Kirby who has shown up at the Applegate house carrying some tadpoles sent to SuSu from Lucy Hill.

I can say no more.

Top Ten Tuesday: Top Ten Books That Should Be Required Reading for Teenagers



This is a toughie. It's been years and years since I've been around teenagers and their reading ways. But what the heck, I'll give it a go.

Top Ten Tuesday is the Weekly Meme hosted by the gals at THE BROKE AND THE BOOKISH. Each week we're give a different topic on which to post our Top Ten picks. This week it's Top Ten Books That Should Be Required Reading for Teenagers.

I'm going to assume that by the time they're teenagers, most kids have read the Harry Potter books and possibly Lord of the Rings, so I'm leaving those off the list. I'm not an educator so these are all just personal choices.  Several of the books on this list are books that influenced me as a teenager.

1) The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

2) The Ox-Bow Incident by Walter Van Tilburg Clark

3) To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

4) The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

5) Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

6) 1984 by George Orwell

7) The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon

8) Anne Frank: The Diary of A Young Girl- non-fiction

9) Is Paris Burning? by Larry Collins and Dominique La Pierre - non-fiction

10) The Territorial Imperative by Robert Ardrey - non-fiction

Off the top of my head, I'd also add: THE LIGHT IN THE FOREST by Conrad Richter, BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE by Dee Brown, a good biography of Lincoln and a good bio of Jackie Robinson and maybe the new book, BRANCH RICKEY, by Jimmy Breslin. Rickey was the man who signed Robinson for the old Brooklyn Dodgers, thus breaking the all white color barrier in Major League Baseball.

You'll notice I only included one heavyweight - Shakespeare - and at that, the one play I believe that teens might instinctively relate to if approached in the right way. I didn't include Dickens or any other complex literary classics because I think most teens are just not ready for that sort of thing.

In my own personal opinion, forcing classics on teens is the worse thing that can happen, it makes them skittish - sometimes permanently. I'd add the classics to a selective list and then let the kids who are intrigued enough, able enough, choose from there.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Today is my BLOG-O-VERSARY! Exactly One Year Ago...


...I timidly ventured forth on this blogging adventure. Me. Techno-phobic me. I thought I'd just try it for awhile and really, what's the worse that could happen? I'd hate it, you'd hate it and that would be that. But wonder of wonders, I didn't hate it and you didn't seem to and here we are one year later. Believe me when I tell you that no one is more surprised than yours truly.

Truth to tell, it's been lots of hard but enjoyable work dosed occasionally with bouts of self-doubt and second-guessing. But on the whole I'd say, yeah, it's been a great deal of fun. My criteria is: the moment it stops being fun, I stop. So far, so good.

I can hardly believe all the people I've 'met' here and on the other blogs I frequent. Bloggers from around the world have chimed in now and then and left the most positive comments. Who knew there were this many people who love books and movies and art as much as I do AND are willing to chat about it with a complete stranger? Except I don't feel as if we're strangers anymore. This all works because of you, my friends.

Well, to commemorate this Official Super-Duper Blog-O-Versary I knew I had to do something ultra-special. So, there's a Give-A-Way coming up. This will be my first - my way of thanking those of you (and you know who you are!) who've hung in there with me and stopped by to say hello and leave a comment or two over this past year.


As you may know I'm a watercolor artist (it's the way I earned my living for over 30 years working mostly on childrens' projects) - although since going mano-a-mano with breast cancer a couple of years ago, I've been more or less taking it slow and easy. Haven't done much work at all lately. My energy level is currently down the tubes, so any work takes forever. But I knew I wanted to do something special to share my Blog-O-Versary with you, and here we are.

Long story short: I'm working on a bright and summery watercolor, having it scanned first by my long suffering agent (so I can include it in my portfolio), then I'll post a pix of it here within the next week or so. This post is by way of advance notice.

My Give-A-Way is this:

Anyone who leaves a comment either today or when the pix of the painting is posted will be eligible to win the actual matted 8" x 10" watercolor.

What will happen is this: I'll collect any names from today's post and the up-coming one (you are welcome to post comments on both posts if you like) and write them on bits of paper, then - you guessed it - I'll put them in a hat, close my eyes and pick one. You'll have to trust me on this. I don't do technical mumbo-jumbo so having the name picked by that tricky little thing I've seen on other blogs is not anything I want to tackle. But I'll be scrupulously fair. And who knows maybe no one will want it and I'll get to keep it for myself. (No, my name won't be entered into the mix. I'm the default winner. HA!)

I will pick the winner on Friday, August 5th and announce it here. Then the winner will have to email me an address.

I know, I know, this is kind of a pig in a poke kind of thing at the moment. ( I haven't replaced my camera yet.) But hey, it's free. And I wanted to make sure and note the actual day when I first began blogging and that day happens to have been July 18th, 2010. My picture's not quite finished yet but I'm plugging right along. Take a chance. I guarantee you'll like the thing once you see it probably towards the end of next week. If you want to see the sort of work I do look at the little dancing mole inside the wreath on my left hand side bar. Where it says: I'm A Happy Blogger. Truer words were never spoken by the way.

Please Note: Unfortunately (and I truly am sorry about this), I can only offer this to USA residents (excluding Hawaii and Alaska). The expense to send something like this overseas is prohibitive.


This painting of 'me' and my elderly dog Beemer who passed away a few years ago, is what I use as my profile pix. Just thought I'd throw it in here for those of you who hadn't noticed it and are not familiar with my work. You didn't know I had butterfly wings - did you?

It just occurred to me to add this: If some of you would rather not be included in the drawing due to privacy reasons, please email me and I won't include your name in the final drawing.
My email address is included in my profile badge on the right side bar.

5 Best Books - Topic: Love


5 Best Books on a given topic is the weekly meme hosted by Cassandra at her blog, INDIE READER HOUSTON. Each week, a different topic.This week it's Love that gets the nod.

To narrow the field down to 5 books on any given topic is difficult, to say the least. To narrow it down with Love as the topic is almost impossible. I'm willing to give it a try but choosing only from books I've actually read. And as usual, my lists are always of the moment, as likely to change as not.


1) ROMEO AND JULIET by William Shakespeare

It's a play, but I think it qualifies anyway.Thwarted love, idealized love, romantic love - Shakespeare gives us three in one. Of course, the ending is silly - but it's the sort of thing that makes for enduring myth. Lovers dying an overwrought death has been used over and over again since time began. Dying for love is the eternal grand gesture. But maybe not so much when you're fifteen or so. But still Shakespeare wrote some of the most beautiful words of love ever created.


2) PRIDE AND PREJUDICE by Jane Austen

Not a book about grand romantic love, but a book about love just the same. The practicalities of love have never been written about more charmingly or more astutely. For what is Miss Elizabeth Bennett but a very practical young lady?


3) BRIDESHEAD REVISITED by Evelyn Waugh

This time it's the love for a house - a remarkable palatial estate in the English countryside that is loved in varying degrees by the characters in this book set in the 1930's and early 40's. The scene in which Charles Ryder, now a soldier weary of life, first sees the house again after several years, is thrilling. Just the view of the house, the memories that instantly spring to mind, bring him back to life in as rich a piece of writing as you'll ever read.


4) THE GREAT GATSBY by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The folly of love. The love of a man for a woman who exists only as an idealized image. The Daisy Buchanan that Gatsby loves is unattainable, a chimera. In reality she is a woman unworthy of the love that Gatsby has attached to her - incapable of returning or even feeling the kind of love that inspires him. But he is too blinded to see.


5) ONE GOOD DOG by Susan Wilson

The story of a man who needed a second chance and the dog who gave it to him. The story of a dog who needed a second chance and the man who gave it to him. Well, you know there had to be a book about a dog in here. Who knows more about love than a dog?