19 Nov 2007
We were on our way to Genoa. Train reservations are a must – even so – the car was packed. So packed with people that all the large suitcases wound up out in the hall at parade rest up against the outside wall. Not an issue till someone tries to walk through the area, or worse, wheel a snack cart.
End result is that several of us wound up crouched on our seats with the center of the compartment filled with luggage. And wooden knitting needles don’t like to be stepped on.
Thank you for surviving all the pictures of the ship – I promise I won’t do that to you again.
Wicked is finished.
So I pulled out Rivendell, going from a partial cuff to this –
Finished Too Many Cooks – by Rex Stout. Written in 1938, the publisher notes at the beginning that there maybe portions that will offend most today. Rather than edit the book, the original has been left intact, feeling that the reader is able to distinguish and handle those parts themselves.
Nero Wolfe (the main character), besides being severely obsess, is a frank misogynist. Set in West Virginia, people of colour might not have been slaves, but the attitude toward them was less than sterling. I don’t think it hurts to be reminded of how much change we have seen in the last 60 years, both in attitude by the white male and in law.