What I’m reading now… BAGTHORPE ALERT

I’m 3/4 through an audio version of “Love Among the Chickens,” by Wodehouse. BAGTHORPE ALERT. I already thought Helen Cresswell’s Bagthorpe books were quite Wodehousian. When I got into this book, I noticed that Ukridge is very much like Mr. Bagthorpe. Then I stumbled upon a real shocker. A character named Harry Hawk. Prononce this with a fake British accent and you’ve got Arry Awk, the extremely dangerous imaginary friend of Daisy Parker.

(The Bagthorpes were some of my best friends when I was a mid-grader. If you’ve never experienced them, start with “Ordinary Jack.”)

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I just finished a Trollope novel. I won’t say which one because I’m about to give a spoiler…. The book ends with, to my count, seven weddings! Trollope often falls into a end-the-book-with-a-wedding rut, but seven? C’mon, dude.

It’s also funny how often he mentions someone putting something into a corner mailbox. That just happens to be necessary to the plot, apparently. It’s either ego or an in-joke, because — in case you forgot — Trollope is the inventor of the corner mailbox. You know, those red pillar things in England. (Or at least in Tv shows.)

Just finished skimming two massive robotics books for a Guys Lit Wire post I’m working on. (And out of personal interest, too, of course.)

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And now I’ve started Moby Dick.

Ishmael reminds me of Ignatius from Confederacy. Did Melville purposefully give him a nutty, flaky voice or is that just the way Melville writes? I suppose I’ll find out….

Here’s an example: This is his explanation of why he does not become a ship’s cook:

And as for going as cook,–though I confess there is considerable glory in that, a cook being a sort of officer on ship-board–yet, somehow, I never fancied broiling fowls;–though once broiled, judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered, there is no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say reverentially, of a broiled fowl than I will. It is out of the idolatrous dotings of the old Egyptians upon broiled ibis and roasted river horse, that you see the mummies of those creatures in their huge bake-houses the pyramids.

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