The Knitting Witch by Norma Kassirer & Mark Richardson

Very shortly after beginning to read this book on my Kindle Paperwhite, it struck me that I was definitely missing out by not being able to see all the illustrations in full color. After some frantic searching across various websites and devices, I was finally able to access a non-grayscale copy, and oh readers, what a delight this was!

Don’t get me wrong, the pictures are totally serviceable in black and white — and arguably this book could be enjoyed without pictures altogether — but why needlessly deny yourself the pleasure? Mark Richardson’s delightful watercolor and ink illustrations, done primarily in sepia tones with the occasional highlight in green and purple, so perfectly suit this whimsical but thoughtful tale of a small family learning how to be better.

The main character is not, as the title would suggest, a mystical being. Instead, our protagonist is the obnoxious Ivy Lou, a beautiful little girl who is dreadfully spoiled by her parents. Whenever she doesn’t get her way, she launches into a series of tantrums that her cowed parents inevitably give way to. Soon, their resources — material or otherwise — are drained as they cater to their demanding little girl.

Unsurprisingly to anyone not in Ivy Lou’s family, she has no friends. When a witch shows up on their doorstep promising to make perfectly obedient little friends for Ivy Lou to boss around, Ivy Lou’s parents hand over the last of their money to help their little girl acquire the only thing they haven’t been able to give her. The witch even shows them delightful little samples knit out of magic yarn, and Ivy Lou gleefully anticipates the acquisition of a small army of helpless minions.

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MrBallen Presents: Strange, Dark & Mysterious — The Graphic Stories by MrBallen, Robert Venditti & Andrea Mutti

I am genuinely loving the resurgence of horror comics, as well as the myriad channels by which they’re coming onto the market. Some cynics may say that books like these are just a cash grab, but I’d honestly never even heard of MrBallen before this engaging volume landed on my desk. Call me an old but I, for one, am super glad that the author decided to expand from podcasts — a medium I tend not to engage with — to graphic novels — a medium I very much do. As of the time of writing, I still haven’t heard any of his podcast work. I can, however, attest to the fact that he knows how to tell an engaging story, if this terrific book is anything to go by.

The nine stories collected here go from creepy urban legend to outright savage horror as former Navy SEAL turned professional storyteller John B Allen or, as he’s more popularly known, MrBallen mines a wealth of material gathered from all around the globe. Whether describing terrifying, and sometimes deadly, experiences camping in the woods or extremely well-documented tales of inexplicable events and disappearances, these are all stories pulled from real life. More importantly to the connoisseur of strangeness — as I consider myself to be, as well — these nine tales are genuinely obscure. Fans of MrBallen may have heard them all covered in his podcast before but they were almost all entirely new to me, which is saying a lot considering the amount of spooky traditional media I’ve consumed in my lifetime.

Robert Venditti was given the task of shaping these varied stories into scripts more appropriate for the graphic novel format. Frankly, he does a brilliant job of it. Each short is perfectly paced for suspense, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he worked closely with artist Andrea Mutti for layouts. Like the best of old-school horror comics, the writing is punchy and blends seamlessly with the illustrations. Reading the book feels less like an active experience of text than an almost passive experience of hearing the story being told to you — perhaps by MrBallen himself, either podcast-style or while you’re sitting together around a campfire, as the cover cleverly suggests — with the enriching bonus of having the scenes brought to life by the illustrated panels.

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Patsy Cline’s Walkin’ After Midnight by Judith A Proffer, Julie Dick Fudge & Yoko Matsuoka

It almost always surprises people to hear that I enjoy country music. I’m not sure why: so much of it is fantastic, and I love good music of every genre. Perhaps it helps that I lack the class prejudices of most Americans when it comes to music. Admittedly, I don’t care for stoner jams, but that’s an exploration of my psyche for another day.

My appreciation of country music actually began in Malaysia, which likely accounts too for the afore-mentioned lack of class prejudice. My dad had gotten into karaoke, and one of the karaoke tapes he brought home had Patsy Cline’s version of Tennessee Waltz on it. Readers, I fell hard and fast. Fast-forward several decades and, thanks to that long-ago encounter, I’m currently enjoying Miranda Lambert and Shaboozey’s latest excellent albums, with the former’s Wildcard being my kids’ most frequently requested CD when we’re driving around in the van together.

So when I had the opportunity to lay my hands on this picture book based on Ms Cline’s most famous single, I absolutely had to take it. Though Tennessee Waltz will always be my favorite song of hers due to the spark it kindled, Walkin’ After Midnight comes a close second (Fiona Apple does a lovely cover of it, too!) This picture book takes the idea of dreams — whether they be ambitions, daydreams, the usual nighttime dreams or “walkin’ after midnight” dreams that feel analogous to lucid dreaming — and applies them to Little Patsy Cline’s life. In this way, the book covers a broad range of the real life singer’s interests and accomplishments in a manner suitable for young readers.

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Tantalizing Tales — October 2024 — Part Two

Time flies, dear friends! Halloween will soon be upon us, so let’s check out some of the best spooky season reading, as well as some excellent counterprogramming should you be in the mood for a break from the cold, dark and scary.

Into that first category goes Joelle Wellington’s sophomore effort, The Blonde Dies First, where a group of friends must grapple with a demonic force that closely follows the rules of classic horror movies.

Our heroine Devon is always being left behind by her genius twin sister Drew. At this point, it’s just a fact of life. But Devon has one last plan before Drew leaves for college a whole year early: to enjoy The Best Summer Ever. After committing to the bit a little too much, the twins and their chaotic circle of friends learn why you don’t ever mess with a Ouija board if you want to actually survive the Best Summer Ever, and soon find themselves being hunted down by… a demon?

While there’s no mistaking the fact that the creeping, venomous figure stalking them is not from “around here”, its murderous methods don’t feel very demonic at all. In fact, it’s acting downright human, going after each of them in typical slasher-movie kill order. What that most likely means is that Devon, the blonde, will be up for slaughter first, while her decade-long crush Yaya is destined to be the Final Girl who must kill or be killed in order to end the cycle.

Devon has never liked playing by anyone else’s rules though, and especially not a demon’s. But the longer this goes on, the more she feels Drew and Yaya slipping away from her, even as she tries to help them all survive. Can they use their horror movie knowledge to flip the script and become the hunters instead of the hunted? Or will their Best Summer Ever be their last?

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Gaza Faces History by Enzo Traverso

translated from the original Italian by Willard Wood. This review is going to require a lot of background on me as a reviewer so buckle up, or feel free to scroll down till you get to the parts that are primarily about this book, around six paragraphs down.

When I was a girl growing up in Malaysia, I didn’t understand the conflict in the Middle East, due in large part to the contrary and muddled tales I heard from grown-ups and media about it. What I knew for certain is that after World War II, in order to atone for their awful treatment of Jewish people, Europeans gave Jews the land now known as Israel in compensation. The Arab people who were already there weren’t thrilled about it, and war broke out. Muslims worldwide decried the Israeli occupation, often using terrible anti-Semitic language to denounce it.

Being a well-read kid who’d already absorbed The Diary Of Anne Frank and similar, I felt a lot of sympathy for the Jewish people, and wondered why they couldn’t all just share. The Jews wanted a safe homeland, and Muslims already had Mecca and Medina and entire countries where we’re in the majority. Muslims are supposed to be hospitable. And historically, Muslim civilizations and governance had always been much more welcoming of Jewish citizens than their Christian counterparts. So what had changed?

In a word: colonialism. Looking back on my younger self, I can forgive her for not understanding the evils of European empire because I and everyone around me was still trying to come to terms with it. Back then, it never occurred to me that the British did not have the right to take Palestinian land and give it away to foreigners. I had no idea the scale of displacement or ethnic cleansing of the native Palestinians, much less the fact that the Israeli government had basically said that those Palestinians who wanted to return to their ancestral lands could go fuck themselves.

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Mr. Lovenstein Presents: Feelings by J.L. Westover

I’ve seen plenty of Mr Lovenstein panels and cartoons floating around as memes on social media, but it never occurred to me that these were actually part of a regular webcomic. Thank goodness for books collecting this material so that people like me can finally understand what the rest of the Internet has been going on about for ages!

The Mr Lovenstein comics themselves are fairly basic, usually consisting of three or four panels each, with a “secret” panel (in this book printed on the overleaf) that serves as an extra punch line. Each comic deals with a seemingly innocuous yet emotion-filled slice of life, usually transforming a dark everyday moment into something humorous, if not outright uplifting. This collection focuses on feelings, and runs the gamut from joy to affirmation to anxiety to annoyance to envy to grief to despair, with tons else covered in-between. It can sometimes feel shockingly deep in the way it pokes at the emotional welter of everyday life, teasing out the moments that so many of us encounter but don’t really want to talk about for fear of being misunderstood. Not everyone has friends they can reliably talk to about, for example, feeling angry or horny or proud of themselves without feeling judged (and shout-out here to my bestie Karin, who has listened to and supported me through some of my darkest times! I am very lucky to have her in my life.)

So books like these, that remind readers of the universality of their experiences by being achingly but also hilariously vulnerable, are truly invaluable. I never really figured out who Mr Lovenstein is (the sweaty yellow figure on the cover, I presume) and since I’m being completely honest, the only character I can actually identify after the fact is Milo, the BEST cat ever. But you really don’t need to know who these cartoon characters are because they represent Everyperson, being so rudimentarily described as to make their individuality a moot point. The real purpose of these figures is to channel the emotions and embody the situations that all of us readers are going through: having them be memorable enough to attach identities to defeats the purpose because they’re meant to be any and perhaps every one of us.

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The Light Keeper by Karen Levine, Sheila Baslaw & Alice Priestley

Times are hard in young Shmuel Saslovsky’s shtetl. Papa has just lost his job, and tho everyone in their family of eight pitches in to make ends meet, it’s a struggle to get by. While Shmuel’s five older sisters earn a few kopeks taking in mending or helping out around town, no one wants to hire a ten year-old.

To help make up for that, Shmeul volunteers to do as many household chores as he can. He has a secret tho. He’s deathly afraid of heights, and will happily do anything except help repair the roof.

One day, he and the other villagers are startled by the appearance of strangers approaching on a wagon. Boldly, Shmuel asks the pair why they’re here. Beryl, the younger and friendlier man, announces that they’ve arrived to install electric lights in the square, which is currently lit dimly by only two small kerosene lamps.

This is exciting news for the shtetl, but especially for a ten year-old boy. Over the course of the next eight days, he watches Beryl and his partner closely as they set up the poles and wires. While the older man is pretty grumpy about it, Beryl is happy to explain everything that they’re doing to the wide-eyed kid. And when it’s time for them to head on over to the next town to install lights there, Beryl tells Shmuel that he told the mayor to go get Shmuel if the lights ever need fixing, as he has faith that the kid will know what to do.

When one of the lights goes out, as promised, the mayor comes asking Shmuel for help, promising payment in return. Shmuel absolutely knows what to do, and desperately wants to help both the village and his family. But doing so means climbing to the very top of those light posts. Will he be able to face down his fear of heights for the sake of everyone he knows?

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Brothers in Arms by Lois McMaster Bujold

After two Vorkosigan books that are outliers in the larger series — Shards of Honor because it was the first; Ethan of Athos because it’s about an unusual planet — Brothers in Arms returns to what I think of as the main sequence of the saga: books about the life of Miles Vorkosigan. Brothers in Arms begins just after the operation that was told in “The Borders of Infinity.” I haven’t read that work yet, so the beginning was a little awkward for me. Bujold gives enough background that I wasn’t completely lost, but the characters are reeling, and it was much less immediate for me than it was for them. Miles is also half of a shipboard romance that blossoms in the first few chapters, and here again I felt that I was entering in the middle of the story. The romance felt hasty to me, but if I had read the stories that precede Brothers in Arms, it probably wouldn’t. Nevertheless, because in his guise as Admiral Naismith Miles he is commander of the entire Dendarii mercenary fleet, any romance will perforce be with a subordinate. For both of those reasons, I did not initially see the blossoming of the romance as the triumph of happiness that it’s meant to be for the characters.

Brothers in Arms by Lois McMaster Bujold

That said, this is not a book about exploring the ramifications of power differences in intimate relationships. It’s a book about unexpected developments, staying one step ahead of disaster, and improvising in the face of deadly danger. Admiral Miles Naismith commands the Dendarii mercenary fleet, a freelance group that plies military trades among the competing polities of galactic civilization. Just before Brothers in Arms they completed a mission that had nearly gone pear-shaped, and even after its success it has left the fleet in need of repairs to its ships and its people. The Dendarii fetch up on Old Earth, which is a backwater, but a rich, populous and technologically advanced backwater. Soon after their arrival, Miles receives orders to send Admiral Naismith on incognito leave — a practice established in previous books — and to attach himself under his true name and rank to his homeworld’s embassy on earth.

Arriving at the Barrayaran embassy, he finds one of his cousins among the small staff. He also finds an ambassador who’s a rising star with an extremely awkward background. He’s from a planet called Komarr. Before Miles was born, his father was in command of a military action there, and events led to his becoming known as the Butcher of Komarr. Needless to say, the ambassador is less than pleased to find himself suddenly saddled with a Vorkosigan. Any Vor — a member of Barrayar’s noble caste — would be a nuisance. Miles’ family is the worst possible match, and Miles’ irregular situation as a sometimes mercenary admiral and sometimes military lieutenant only irritates the ambassador further. Then of course things get worse.

Brothers in Arms is a story of action, reversals, of fast-thinking characters trying to get out of the scrapes their previous escapades have gotten them into. Some thirty-five years after publication, it’s probably fair to add “old-fashioned” in between “good” and “adventure tale.” It’s not pure competence porn when Miles takes center stage — sometimes he’s a jerk, sometimes he gets in over his head because he assumes he’s the smartest in the room — but it’s awfully close. Bujold has set him up well as a sympathetic protagonist, so it’s fun to see him escape and triumph. The intrigues are reasonably well done. The glimpses of diplomatic life are not as solid, but then they are brief and mostly inconsequential. What matters for a story like this are the suspense and the revolution, and Bujold pulls both of those off with aplomb.

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The Helmet of Horror by Victor Pelevin

What’s the difference between a very long online discussion and a labyrinth? What if the thread is started by someone called Ariadne? “I shall construct a labyrinth in which I can lose myself, together with anyone who tries to find me — who said this and about what?” (p. 1) What if the participants all say they are each in a single room with minimal furnishings — these include a screen and a keyboard, of course — and a door that opens, for most of them, onto some kind of corridor?

The Helmet of Horror by Victor Pelevin

The Helmet of Horror builds the twisty, turning, unthreaded conversation out to the length of a short novel in which the participants try to figure out their situations, try to meet up, and talk about what, if anything, it all means. The book was originally published in 2006, a time when fewer people had experience with long-running conversations of this sort, and far fewer in Pelevin’s native Russia. Reading it then, especially for people who were not early adopters of online life, would have seemed like encountering persons from a different world. Even today the book is a good representation of the idiosyncrasies of long online conversations. There’s topic drift, people pop in and out, some try to derail the discussion while others vent their annoyance, some make deeper connections and some play it all for laughs.

The cast of The Helmet of Horror includes Organizm(-: (complete with emoji every time), Romeo-y-Cohiba (whose cigar is not just a cigar) and Nutscracker at the start. Soon after the first three have described their similar situations with the single cell, Monstradamus shows up and asks to join, swiftly followed by the return of Ariadne, who says she fell asleep after starting the thread. In due course IsoldA turns up; her first posting explains to the guys something about manga and tentacle porn. Fortunately, Pelevin leaves a lot unsaid.

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Die Physiker by Friedrich Dürrenmatt

Dr Miss Mathilde von Zahnd runs one of the most renowned, and one of the most expensive, private psychiatric clinics in all of Switzerland. The enormous fees paid by the rich clientele — in the stage notes before the play proper, Dürrenmatt speaks of moronic millionaires, schizophrenic authors, arteriosclerotic politicians — have enabled most of the patients to move into a new building overlooking a lake in the midst of idyllic grounds that surround the von Zahnd family’s former summer villa. The villa was the first home of the clinic, and the renovation was not always architecturally kind. In the salon where the play’s action takes place the walls up to head level have been covered with institutional paint; above the original detailing remains including some remaining stucco work. Only three patients remain in the villa: one who thinks he is Sir Isaac Newtown, one who thinks he is Albert Einstein, and Johann Wilhelm Möbius, also a physicist. Unfortunately, one of the patients — the one who thinks he is Einstein — has just strangled one of the nurses. Even more unfortunately, this comes mere weeks after Newton also strangled a nurse.

Die Physiker (The Physicists) by Friedrich Dürrenmatt

The play begins with the police inspector Robert Voß taking statements from head nurse Marta Boll. That The Physicians will be a comedy, however dark, becomes apparent early on. Voß recounts the earlier killing and ventures the opinion that it would never have happened with male attendants.

Head Nurse: You believe that? Nurse Dorothea Moser [the first victim] was a member of the Women’s Wrestling Club and Nurse Irene Straub [the victim whose body is still on stage] was state champion of the national judo club.
Inspector: And you?
Head Nurse: I lift weights.
Inspector: Can I now see the murderer —
Head Nurse: Please, Herr Inspector
Inspector: The perpetrator?
Head Nurse: He’s playing the violin.
Inspector: What do you mean, he’s playing the violin?
Head Nurse: You can hear it.
Inspector: Then he should stop. [Head Nurse does not react] I have to question him.
Head Nurse: Can’t do that.
Inspector: Why can’t I do that?
Head Nurse: We can’t allow that for medical reasons. Herr Ernesti must play the violin now.
Inspector: The guy strangled a nurse after all!
Head Nurse: Herr Inspector. It is not a matter of a guy, but about an ill person who has to calm himself. And because he thinks he is Einstein, the only way that he can calm himself is to play the violin.
Inspector: Am I the crazy one here?

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