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.”)


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.)


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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