British Mysteries are for Me

 

I have to admit that I am hooked on British mysteries. Most anything the BBC cooks up is perfect for me! Believe me, I have tried to find mysteries to watch on Hulu. What is advertised as a light mystery often turns into dreadful, bloody, haunting fare, sometimes with zombies, to boot! I have about given up on the US studios and streaming studios with their over-the-top mystery fare.

Give me  good old Agatha Christie’s “Poirot” or her “Miss Marple” any day over most US mystery shows. The BBC has produced dozens of intelligent, interesting mysteries. Besides the renowned Agatha Christie and "Sherlock Holmes" films are: “Father Brown”, “Midsomer Murders”, “Vera”, "Death in Paradise", “Pie in the Sky” and many other quality shows. You can even see women, and not always Hollywood Barbie types in the lead detective roles, like with “Vera”. How refreshing!

As summer progresses, I will probably watch more British mysteries in the evenings when I am winding down before going to bed. I hope I don’t run out of these engaging series. I would not be happy to have to resort to American mysteries. It seems every time I think I have landed on a decent show, all of a sudden it degrades into a horror film with images of brutal, graphic murders or zombies stalking a city. Yuck!

It would be instructive to find out why American cinema has so degenerated. One thinks it is to keep viewers engaged and scintillated as they are dragged into sheer terror on screen. Why does the American viewing public seem to require blood and gore in order to be entertained these days? Perhaps there is a connection with the ever-increasing rate of brutal and bloody mass murders happening in this country. In Great Britain the police don’t even carry guns, and mass murders are so rare that it is hard to find an example in that country. What have we come to in the United Stares? Why are many so bloodthirsty and depraved in their viewing habits?

I am pondering this question as I turn on BritBox to watch another installment of “Pie in the Sky”.

 

 

Women We Are

 

In honor of Women's History Month, I would like to refer to a movie I saw yesterday on Hulu, "The Wife ". Glen Close was riveting as Joan, the author, Joseph Castleman's wife. He has just gotten the news that he has received the Nobel Prize in Literature. When an aggressive biographer accuses Joan of ghostwriting her husband's books, she denies it, yet she begins to fume within, until in one of the final scenes, after hearing Joseph tell fellow Nobel laureates that his wife didn't write, she blows up, and asks him for a divorce.

 It seems that the irritating biographer, though unpleasant, had hit the nail on the head. Joan had been warned that women could not succeed in publishing, so she instead wrote her husband's books, since his writing was much inferior to hers. She took no credit. That Nobel prize was rightfully hers, as Joseph realized when he threw it at her on the way back from the Nobel Ceremony.

 I see this show as a metaphor for the roles women have been expected to play to support men as wife, mother, housekeeper, child care director, nurse, etc. Since the 1960s Sexual Revolution, a few more active, vital roles have opened up for women. Still even the eminent J. K. Rowling felt she had to use her initials rather than her name on the Harry Potter  books, to disguise  her gender.

 Will there ever be a woman President of the United States? There have been women presidents of a few other countries--New Zealand, Germany, Iceland, Ceylon, Argentina, Namibia, Bangladesh, India, the United Kingdom, and others. Surely, the United States is progressive enough to elect a woman as president. Yet Hilary Clinton couldn't pull it off. Could any woman? In this country? I think we are so enmeshed in gender role expectations that it will take a major shift in cultural mores before women can attain such an exalted status as president of the United States. And with the ultraconservative backlash now wherein Roe v. Wade has been dismantled, and the right to abortion and other women's health care has been taken away, the hope of a woman president is sadly fading.

 I urge women to stand up and oppose these new draconian laws, and to assert our rights from the top of the mountains. It will take a lot to move this country forward, out of the pit it has fallen into. We can do it. It will take everyone of us, though. Every single one of us, sisters and supportive brothers. Let's do it.

Civil War North Carolina and Today's Unrest

 

Lately I’ve been reading The French Broad by Wilma Dykeman. Being a fairly new North Carolina transplantee, I am slowly acquainting myself with state history. Given that North Carolina was a Confederate state, the implications of that I have been unaware of until picking up this book.

There were separate pockets of Confederate and Union sympathizers, often within the same community and neighborhood. In general, most of the Union sympathizers were in the cities and the Confederates were in more rural areas. However, often even families had divided sympathies, which led to the assertion that the Civil War was “brother vs. brother”.

As the Union Army won more of the battles, Union sympathizers migrated north to cities like Knoxville, Tennessee, the Union Army Headquarters. Some family members urged their family members who were Confederate soldiers, to desert. Even though Confederate Army deserters were often shot or hanged, as time went on, they often eluded capture as the Confederate Army was unable to apprehend the masses of deserters lining the roads.

The brutality shown deserters, enemy soldiers, and even non-military residents, was shocking. In January 1863, a group of about 50 local men raided storehouses in Marshall in Madison County. Since the Confederate Army had demanded most of the farmers’ crops and livestock for army use, local residents were too often starving, so it is easy to understand why the food was stolen. Colonel Garrett was ordered to arrest the men and prepare them for trial; however, a Lieutenant Colonel had 19 of them shot, and even tortured some of their wives, as well.

The key issue being fought for, slavery, was not generally forefront in this struggle, according to Dykeman and several other sources, at least to the North Carolinians whose lives were being disrupted, their farms raided and destroyed by occupying armies, and their family members killed and wounded in a war they didn’t fully comprehend. As the war progressed, many of the mountain men who, early on, had joined up with the Confederate Army, went over to the Union side. It could not have been easy to accept that wealthy landowners who owned at least 20 slaves, could get out of serving in the Confederate Army.

I see a parallel with the current political situation we see today, and, for example, the angry mob incited by Trump to storm the Capitol on January 6th. The dissatisfaction felt by Civil War Era North Carolinians whose livelihoods were destroyed by the occupation army can be likened to the masses of folks in this country now who are struggling to survive. Most people are experiencing some measure of financial insecurity with the high rate of homelessness, exorbitant price of prescription drugs, insurance company fraud, high rents and real estate costs, lack of affordable housing, lack of affordable childcare, and the list goes on…

One per cent of the population controls 80 percent of the wealth in this country. While I don’t condone the tactics used by Trump’s rioters, I do feel that there is a wave rising up within the population that enough is enough. Given that the United States has never been a true democracy, at least we have had more prosperous times, and conditions in which citizens could demonstrate in the streets against injustice much more freely. The number of mass shootings and violence against people of color is escalating. My question is: What are we going to do about it?

Read with Me

 I heard an interview today on NPR with a woman who was talking about reading books. She said she reads a book a month, and suggests to others the goal of reading at least ten pages a day. At the end of a year that would amount to a couple of books a year. It sounds like a good idea, so I added to my New Years’ resolutions to read ten pages a day. 

 I have been reading at least 2 pages of a spiritual book at nighttime reading and another 2 pages of another book as bathroom reading. I have another book that I won in a contest about yoga on my nightstand.  I will be reading at least 6 pages of that book every day. Of course, I do a lot of reading online every day, yet there is something unique about losing oneself between the pages of a well told story. Great literature transports us to other places and times.

 It takes me back to my childhood when my life revolved around books. I read a book a week from age 8 to 18 when I graduated from high school. I named my beloved cat after a character in James Michener’s Hawaii, Wu Chou Ki, King of the Continents. I was there in Hugo’s Les Misérables with the French republicans storming the French Palace in 1830, as they overthrew the monarchy of King Charles. In Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath, I was in that barn with the poor migrant family, the Joads, who fled the dustbowl in depression era Oklahoma, when they found the boy who was starving, and Rose of Sharon fed him. That was a shocking yet illuminating   image for a naive 13-year-old girl. I was freezing with Lara as she shivered in the frigid Russian winter, saving the scarce firewood for when Zhivago came home. These books carried me off to other worlds and widened my horizons.

 Writers can be a beacon for society; good books can transport us out of our normal existences, can give us hope, and help us dream a better future for ourselves and for the world.

 Read with me. If you follow this blog, you can post a response to the blog. Please tell me what you are reading.  Happy reading!

Rivers I Have Known

New Year’s Day, 2023, seems like a good time to jumpstart my blog.  Previously, I chose to write on political and social justice topics. Starting this year, I want to focus more on personal topics. So here goes a simple blog…

 Today I finished reading Mark Twain’s Life on the Mississippi, which I have been reading for over 2 years, only a page or two a day. Twain fascinates me, although this isn’t my favorite book of his. Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer I enjoyed much more. I read both of these works as a child, so I don’t recall many details from either. What I do remember is his humor, the strong characterizations, and vivid descriptions of the environment. Life on the Mississippi has humor, and both strong characters and vivid descriptions, yet it is disjointed.

 The first half of the book is about Twain’s apprenticeship as a steamboat captain before the Civil War. The second half chronicled a trip Twain took 50 years later on a steamboat from St. Louis to New Orleans. It would have worked better as two books. Twain’s best works, in my opinion, are his short stories, like” The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County” and “The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg”. However, Tom Sawyer is quite well organized, mostly devoid of the diversions found in Huckleberry Finn, Life on the Mississippi, and his other novels.

 Anyway, Twain took me all along the Mississippi River so that I could see it through his eyes as living, breathing, ever changing, and the life blood of sailors, those who lived near the river, and those whose livelihoods depended on fishing, or carrying cargo up or down river. I went aboard The Delta Queen Steamboat, which was moored on the Ohio River near Louisville, Kentucky in the summer after my high school graduation. Well, I don’t mean to write a book review.

 I am nostalgic for the days when rivers were more important, when rivers were not so polluted with factory and other waste. My next bathroom reading book is The French Broad by Wilma Dykeman. Might as well learn a bit about the main river in this area. I know that Cherokees used to race up and down this river before Buncombe County was settled by whites. It is too polluted now for fishing or canoe races, sadly.

 So it goes, as fellow Hoosier, Kurt Vonnegut, would say. As a child in Shelby County, Indiana, I spent many hours on the banks of the Big Blue and Little Blue Rivers, Sugar Creek, and Flat Rock River, fishing with my dad. I knew those rivers. I miss them. Guess I will revisit Blue River in Charles Major’s Bears of Blue River, about life in my hometown around the turn of the 20th century.

 All these rivers to follow…Shall I take a dip in one? I can do that vicariously when I read, in my mind’s eye. So can anyone who reads.  Here’s to more reading in 2023.