Sunday, November 16, 2025

Book Review for 11.14.25: Step by Step Quiltmaking

Title: Step-by-Step Quiltmaking

Author: Barbara Danneman

Date: 1975

Publisher: Golden / Western

ISBN: none

Length: 80 pages

Illustrations: photos and diagrams

Quote: “Piecing together several layers of cloth to make warm garments probably originated in ancient China.”

Step-by-Step Quiltmaking is much shorter than most of the quilting books I’ve seen. It was published by a company famous for short, information-packed nonfiction books for children. In the tradition of books like the “Golden Nature Guides,” it’s less comprehensive than bigger books, but will keep a determined beginner busy for a good long time.

All the usual quilting techniques are covered, at least briefly, except for “cathedral quilting,” in which squares are folded into curved shapes that suggest cathedral windows. For basic instructions on how to cut and join patches, then quilt layers together, this book will suffice. 

Book Review: Be Intolerant

Title: Be Intolerant

Author: Ryan Dobson

Date: 2003

Publisher: Multnomah Publishers

ISBN: 1-59052-152-8

Length: 108 pages

Quote: “I want to bring you out of the darkness of political correctness into the light, peace, and freedom of the truth.”

Ryan Dobson is not, of course, encouraging bigotry here. He’s saying that when people try to make tolerance the core of their philosophy, they end up becoming nihilists. A line between “All the different things people sincerely believe have some truth, for those people, and deserve some respect” and “All the different things people believe are equally true” tends to fade. People turn into deranged Richard Dawkins sound-alikes furiously arguing that they aren’t really thinking and, furthermore, may not really exist.

If you’d rather approach Dobson’s points from a classical philosophical perspective, of course, check out C.S. Lewis’s Abolition of Man. If you’d rather be titillated by a hormonal stew of emotion, try Tom Wolfe’s I Am Charlotte Simmons. If you’re young enough, even at heart, to identify with Dobson’s “generation... being destroyed by manic tolerance,” you may appreciate his short, no-frills plea for standards of merit.

Dobson’s subtitle is ...Because Some Things Are Just Plain Stupid. He identifies five aspects of politically correct stupidity as making up a philosophical “T.U.M.O.R.” excessive Tolerance, obsessive Untraditionalism, falling in love with the Marginalized, worshipping the Outdoors, and excusing Reprobate conduct.

Can we be classically liberal and still eliminate these qualities from our thinking? I say we not only can, but must.

Excessive religious Tolerance means trying to believe that all religions are equally true. Most religions teach that no human mind can grasp all the truth in the universe, and there are times when dialogue with adherents of a different religion can enlighten people about their own overlooked beliefs. Still, how much sense does it make to pretend that the beliefs that have made some people poor, sick, and miserable are equally as valuable as the beliefs that have made others strong, rich, healthy, powerful, and even generous? 

Untraditional ideas, often marketed as someone’s creative take on some obscure foreign tradition, can be a rich source of artistic inspiration. And the ideas have to be pretty bizarre to offend the parents of today’s students, after three generations of infatuation with vestiges of vanishing minority cultures. If you want to study the Yuchi language, or some new language constructed on its remains, that’s fine with me. But if you embrace the ideas that failed those who originally believed them, or claim to, are you even being merely stupid, or are you also being disrespectful of the people whose culture you admire? Using Buddhist calming-and-grounding techniques to cope with mood swings is wonderful; bogging down in the kind of Buddhist passivism that allowed China to be bullied by Japan and India to be tyrannized over by England is, at best, stupid.

Not wanting anyone to be Marginalized is a noble idea and a lovely character trait, but it can be exploited and made functionally stupid. Does being non-racist oblige anyone to pretend that the Obama girls have been more victimized than homeless Anglo-American children are? Does fairness toward people with disabilities mean eliminating all requirements that students learn to read, because reading is too difficult for people with brain damage? Those who think that any claim to have been marginalized should get them anything they want make it hard for the rest of us to practice good will.

I have to question how many of Dobson’s generation really worship the Outdoors, since the main problem I see with this age group is that they don’t spend nearly enough time outdoors. Despite some beautiful exceptions, today’s colleges are full of pale, pasty, puffy, flabby, haggard, obese or skinny, repulsive bloated dronelets who couldn’t raise one bean vine if you gave them a pound of beans. It’s hard to blame them, since they grew up in cities where people constantly told them it wasn’t “safe” for them to go to summer camp, ride bicycles, or even swing back and forth on a swing set, so they’ve spent their lives “safely” watching TV. They are unfit for college, for jobs, or for military service, and if any readers recognize themselves or their children here, please shut down the computer and start power-walking now. I want to urge Dobson’s generation to be Greener every day. Spend time in green space. Demand more green space. Designate green space: raise vegetables in your back yards.

However, as Dobson explains, “Moral relativism...places nature on a higher plane. We humans should bow in reverence to it...Christians worship God and manage the earth, while moral relativists worship the earth and disregard God.” I see evidence of this kind of fanatical Greenies in cyberspace, although I’ve not actually met one in the real world, so I’ll take his word that they exist. Right. When Greenies reach the point of seeing no difference between eliminating coyotes from populated areas and strip mining in populated areas, when they don’t merely commit themselves to “one child or none” but start urging people to abort more existing babies—if and when they do—then they’ve become stupid and need to be scolded by Dobson and his readers.

The final piece of stupidity is the demand that we show tolerance of any behavior “as long as it doesn’t hurt anybody else,” even though we can see that some of the behaviors in this category—like taking drugs, or seducing Charlotte Simmons just to dislodge her from her secure position at the head of the class—do in fact hurt other people. Taking drugs might be a victimless crime if you could guarantee that no children you might have one day, nobody who has to share the road with you, no people you might abuse while in an altered state, could possibly be harmed by it, but in order to do so you’d need to be in a padded cell. 

The Bible does not recommend that people become moral vigilantes, sniffing around for hints of secret sin in other people’s lives. It’s not that my neighbor’s conscious, wilful, habitual cheating on his taxes is likely to alienate him from God less than the sin of a mugger or a child molester; it’s that I have to have faith that God can defend God’s honor. I have to step in only if I’m convinced that God needs to mobilize my body to protect the person being mugged or molested. But if my neighbor asks me what I think of cheating, or aborting a healthy child because my neighbor unrealistically believes that a travel opportunity like this one is more unlikely to recur than the chance of giving birth to a healthy child, or some other unchristian choice, then the Bible does tell me to be intolerant enough to admit that those things are wrong.

What Dobson has to offer young readers is a position from which to take their rightful place in college discussions of these moral issues. Toward this end, he provides them snappy comebacks, a selection of the most pertinent Bible verses (if you quote the translation he uses, your dorm mates won’t recognize them as Bible verses, but that may be the effect you want), and succinct, well-reasoned arguments. If you’re a college freshman who doesn’t want to be argued out of your traditional views on sex, drugs, honesty, etc., don’t leave home without Be Intolerant

Web Log for 11.12-15.25

During which days, altogether, I might have got in 18 hours of link hunting time. Nevertheless, one long rant...

Advertising 

Norb Leahy seems to imagine a place for traditional, commercial-TV-type advertising in the future. I say that that place had better be imagined as strictly limited to commercial TV. If people who use the Internet wanted an experience similar to watching commercial TV, we'd be watching commercial TV and not paying for the Internet. Advertisers should assume that commercial-TV-type advertising can only harm their brand if it reaches Internet users. Instead they should think about the potential the Internet offers for more introvert-friendly (respectful, patient, respectful, reciprocal, respectful, intelligent, respectful...) communication with prospective customers. 

No sane Internet user is going to admit to being rich; some of us do have disposable incomes and some don't, and it's unethical for you to try to form any idea which are which, but it is ethical, safe, and reasonable to assume that people who visit writing, other gig, and advertising sites are interested in only one direction of cash flow. Lose your fantasies about instant online sales. If people are interested in a product they may consider paying cash for it at a local store. 

Don't even think about barking "Grab this!" at us. Never use the imperative mode in communication with a prospective customer; if worst comes to worst the appropriate phrasings are things like "May we ask all customers please to walk quickly, not run, to the fire escape." Don't indulge in fantasies about another Waste Age where people spend days just shopping and buying things, just because they can, either. Think about making a good impression. 

The best number of times to repeat an advertisement is once. If you want Internet users to think "Oh, didn't they advertise a sale on those things? Which days?", have a web page where they can revisit the ad that interested them. This may not happen twice in any given week but, every time it happens, it's likely to lead to a sale. On the other hand, repeating a message is heard as nagging. Nagging hurts your brand. Don't let an advertising message be heard twice unless people look for it specifically on your site.

Understand that Internet users' interests are usually not in buying things even when we write about things. You can reduce the frustration you experience by planning your advertisements to be seen by people who may use them to coordinate their store displays with yours--either to compete, or to deliver a better integrated shopping/touring experience. 

You could have a commissioned link program, like the one Amazon used to have, and bloggers like me might throw links to "Virginia tourism" or whatever other kind of tourism, or whatever else, fit into our blog posts as sources for further information. When would that actually pay you or the affiliated bloggers? When people who spend money as if it were still the Waste Age read our blogs, of course. You could try promoting our blogs. You could also adjust to the fact that more people notice the Waste Age being over every year.

Advertising that does not fit integrally into primary content is wasted and can only generate negative publicity for whatever is advertised. Ads on YouTube would work better if they were posted as separate videos, rather than interruptions shoved into content where they're irrelevant and annoying. Would anybody actually watch ads posted as separate videos? It might not happen in every single year, but again, many of the people who did watch ads would be likely to buy the product.

There are people--this web site actually has a non-writing member who is one of them--who are interested in seeing how advertisers use Madison Avenue tricks like having a barker-type salesman voice blather about a product over a heavy drumbeat. I am not one of those people. I'm totally turned off by that approach. If you want me to listen to anything, don't let speech and music overlap. But some people think that kind of thing, or silly ad visuals where products dance or actors float through the sky, little cartoon dramas between the different colors of M&Ms, that whole 1950s-retro school of audiovisual art, are entertaining in their own right. Fine. Have your own channel. Don't try to force people who are not interested in your product to watch your ad so they can hear the rest of Joe Rogan's sentence. Entice people who are interested in the Art of Madison Avenue to visit your channel to see the latest way you've used digital audiovisual effects to create something they will find entertaining and, perhaps, persuasive.

There are people, quite a lot of people, who are interested in a product if they get one in exchange for writing about it. I think this works best for single-use products such as novels. I'll read a novel if it's sent to me in exchange for a review. Some people will test foods, toiletries, clothing, luggage, and who knows what else in exchange for a review.  If the reviews are quirky and voicey and part of an uncensored blog that attracts readers in its own right, that's effective advertising--worth more than a thousand "commercials"--and should be paid accordingly. You have a right to look for bloggers who are more likely to say "This product is for people who prefer garlic-flavored to mint-flavored toothpaste" than they are to say "This product stinks, it's disgusting, and I will never use any product made by this company again," but the advertising is not going to be effective unless blog readers know that at some point a blog post might say, in one way or another, "Don't buy this." Of course, when I'm reading an e-friend's blog, I am likely to skip the "...and today I tested Brand X hand lotion" posts, but there is some remote possibility that the next time The Nephews visit one of them will need some hand lotion, we'll go to a store and see Brand X on display, and I'll say, "Oh, that's what my e-friend tested last month. She liked it," and we'll try it. I can't say that that's going to sell enough of any product to justify investing a huge amount of money, but I can say that it's likely to sell more of the product than interrupting an instructive video on, say, "How to Clean Oil Paintings" with a lot of drivel about a product nobody wants to see within ten yards of an oil painting.

Advertisements for patent remedies should be allowed only toward the ends of hour-long documentaries in which respectable doctors, i.e. doctors who don't take any kind of gifts or samples from pharmaceutical companies, talk about how symptoms are most likely to be caused and cured by simple lifestyle choices, and at minute 50 either the doctor or a corporate employee is allowed to say, "Drugs such as Brand X are sometimes prescribed to treat these symptoms." There should be no suggestion that "you" are among the lazy, foolish people who want to pop a pill when it's so much more effective to preserve health by not making ourselves sick. Anything addressed to "you" should discuss natural choices. Advertising jingles and blandishments should be saved for things that really might be part of a healthy, happy life, such as clothes, shoes, and sports equipment.

If you want me to remember a brand if and whenever I buy a particular kind of product, your best bet is to pay me to write a research article about how that brand compares with others on customer ratings and review sites. Actually the different brands of products that are designed to compete with each other tend to be unsurprisingly alike, but you can earn loyalty points by being a good customer

One more tip: Because some corporations that advertise products have brought censorship into the Internet and earned the contempt of the world, it's a good move for advertisers to uphold freedom of speech and oppose censorship...even when product-unfriendly content seems absurd to you. Do you or I mind people's chattering on phones in stores more than we mind their chattering with their car pools? I don't; if anything one person talking on a phone is easier to steer a shopping cart around than four people conversing with each other. Do you uphold people's right to object to other people's chattering on phones in stores? You should, even and especially if you sell phones. 

I'm not convinced that polypropylene fabric causes cancer or that the light from electronic products left to charge in bedrooms overnight causes weight gain, but I am sure that I am obliged to oppose anyone who interferes with other people's right to say that they believe those things. If your product is polypropylene winter gear or laptop chargers, you can lose one customer in a hundred when somebody claims that those products are harmful, or you can lose ninety-nine by trying to suppress the person who believes the products are harmful. 



Animals 

I visit Messy Mimi's blog almost daily and try to avoid linking to the same writers daily, now that we're no longer on a pay-per-click site, but some people may not know that one of the many jobs that make her site wonderfully various ("Messy") is work for an animal shelter. Adorable adoptable pets in Louisiana are featured on her blog at least once a week. This week's photos definitely quality for a Petfinder Photo Contest winner. If I were looking for a tomkitten with purrsonality, which I don't want to be because I have Drudge, I'd want to meet Cheese.


Books 

I've reviewed it before...the first (published) volume of Narnia does happen to be one of the best children's Christmas books of all time. Narnia doesn't have the Nativity scene in its history at all; there is no pretense that Christmas is about the birth of Christ, which is an anachronistic splice that was made hundreds of years after the event, not because anyone thought it could have been true, but because some people found it convenient. Narnia doesn't have St Nicholas of Myra in its history either; that's another splice. Narnia has, as we will later learn from its earliest history, a vague tradition that winter starts to subside after a child-friendly holiday called Christmas where somebody called Father Christmas distributes presents. Narnia's celebration of the miracle of God's forgiving love shown through Incarnation starts with the story told in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. We, or some of us, have a tradition of celebrating all these things together but, in the history of our real world, they did not all happen together; the connection is loose and was made by humans, after the fact, because the first half of winter is an excellent time for people to give presents that other people may need to use during the rest of the winter. 

My take on the "faux medieval" language throughout the Narnia books is that Lewis was trying to give children a sense that his fairytale royalty talked and acted like proper fairytale royalty without requiring children to learn much about how medieval royalty did talk. (They picked up that speechmode late in life, we are told; most if not all of the humans who came to Narnia were middle-class or working-class Londoners, some born before but all alive in the early twentieth century, so it's understandable that they sound like fairytale royalty rather than the real medieval kind.) In another volume a prince dictating one of his first princely edicts says "abhominable--don't forget to spell it with an H, Doctor," and in another a character who objects to another character's telling a story not quite right is told "She's telling it in the grand Calormene manner." If I think about it this code-switching does seem selfconscious and clunky. When I first read the books myself, and later when I read them aloud to children, it seemed just right. It could even have been used to open a discussion of "linguistic registers" and how we word things differently when we're talking to friends than when we're writing doctoral theses, and so on.


Changes, Beneficial 

Here's another example of a useful social change: that prejudice against lefthandedness. Medieval Europe got this from the Crusades, I was taught. Medieval Arabs had strict rules of etiquette. Right hands were used for relatively clean tasks like writing and eating. Left hands were used for dirty work like self-cleaning. The Crusaders picked up this rule and brought it home--unfortunately they didn't bring the more important rule of washing after using the toilet--and, being Catholic, they worked into their mystical tradition the idea that the virtuous sit on the right hand and the vicious on the left, so the right hand is for God and good people and the left hand is for the Devil and bad people and so blah blah blah...This was all very well for art but it made it unnecessarily difficult for some people to learn to write, draw, and do other useful things. Bah. Today we can keep both hands equally clean so we use the hand we are naturally wired to be able to use. Those of us who are interested in medieval art can file the symbolism of right and left hand, along with the other gestures that sometimes make pictures of medieval saints look so strange, as quaint medieval lore that allowed messages to be worked into images by primitive artists. Those who work with our hands can divide the work between the hands to reduce repetitive motion injuries.


Christian 

Something I've often pondered: When Christians focus on "love" we can easily focus on fellow mortals, fallible creatures, body-ridden things. The "love" for which they clamor is not Christian love; it's indulgence of their sinful nature. Not only sexual lust. Unenlightened humans cry out for kinds of "love" that indulge every one of the Deadly Sins. 

"If you REALLY loved me you'd WANT me to be happy and you'd buy me CANDY!" 

"If you REALLY loved other people YOU would be free from the ego-defenses that make you feel their egos' attacks, and you'd LET them HAVE their little dominance displays." 

Perhaps even "If you REALLY loved your country you'd be SYMPATHETIC to the plight of people who are economically harmed by peace, and you'd support another mindless war with another puny little country that doesn't even have economic value for yours, JUST to crank up the industries that profit so much from war!" 

The demands for indulgence can come from both sides of a question and be equally unenlightened from both sides.

"If you REALLY love me, your disabled and/or unbelieving family member, YOU'll stay at home with ME and not WANT to go to church." 

"If you REALLY love GOD, YOU can find someone ELSE to baby-sit your disabled family member so that YOU can come to CHURCH."

I worked out some time ago that trying to love only God and not listen to the clamor of sinful human neediness is getting above ourselves. We can only do love for God through love toward our fellow humans. We can sit around contemplating Perfect Love but that's not what Christ called us to do with most of our lives. 

But there has to be some anchor to sanity. Love is not indulgence of other people's sinful demands. Love is the practice of Good Will. A Hebrew word for this practice is Tov.


Related: 


It is traditional to criticize any current Vice-President on any day of the week that ends in Y. It is traditional to criticize a lady when she is beautiful, accomplished, and popular enough to send a writer into spasms of envy. Envying the wife of a Vice-President is, however, indicative of a deeply troubled soul. The position of this web site is that people who are behaving in such a way as to turn Mrs. Vance off Christianity should ask a doctor whether in-patient psychiatric treatment is right for them.

Comedy 

These vintage-ad-inspired flash fictions get funnier as they go along. They need a warning: DO NOT read while using your mouth for any purpose other than laughing out loud.


History 

People are still trying to use the doomed, unrealistic wheeze about how "climate change is global and can only be dealt with by setting up global tyranny." Humans have not had modern means of documenting weather extremes very long; every year some new weather records are still being set, somewhere. If it's not the hottest summer or the coldest winter, in some place or other it's always, still, likely to be the hottest eleventh of June or the coldest twenty-fifth of February. 

Measurements of the awfulness of hurricanes, and earthquakes and fires and snowstorms, are often based on the cost of the property damage they did  As more people pack into smaller areas with more expensive buildings, those measurements have risen steadily, in North America, from 1700 on, and are likely to go on rising for some years. However, the combination of a hurricane that was about as awful as any that's been seen since, and some human decisions about human technology, means that the record for human lives lost to a hurricane was set 125 years ago...before the fad for giving human names to storms. Blogger and commenters share fun facts about the Galveston hurricane:


Language Abuse 

When a native speaker of US English writes "Epstein allegedly claimed that [Vince Foster] and Hillary Clinton had a relationship."...RRR-crunch.

Of course Vince Foster, Hillary Rodham Clinton, and Webb Hubbell had a relationship. They were school friends who went to work at the same place. They were young and put-upon together. They ate lunch together and even laughed together, sometimes. When they went to an Italian restaurant a thirty-year-old Hillary called her lunch buddy "Vincenzo Fosterini," and giggled. Everyone always knew that. Anyone who begrudged hard-pressed, nearsighted HRC an occasional chance to act young is too mean to be reading this web site. 

What Epstein allegedly claimed was that they were having sex, which is a different kind of relationship and which it's hard to imagine where Epstein would have got any inside information about, anyway. There always was a lot of groundless speculation about Mrs. Clinton's possibly adulterous relationship with one or both of her lunch buddies, usually Foster, who was considered the good-looking one of the three whereas Hubbell was chubby. (Fat people who are not asexual probably get away with a lot just because some fat people are asexual. Webb Hubbell was tempted to embezzle money because he had four children. I suppose those who want to believe that...do those people believe that any Arkansans are related to their mothers' husbands?) If you can believe that Chelsea Clinton looks more like Vince Foster than like Bill Clinton, your believing skills are above average. 

But what bothers me is that native speakers of US English let this use of "a relationship" to mean "an adulterous relationship" stay in a serious article. Owch. Owch.

Men, Appealing 

Both the man and the broom could have been better drawn, but men need to know: They appeal to other men when they're playing little boys' games. They appeal to women when they're doing something useful. This is a pose I, for one, would like to see more of.


[Drawing: Vincent van Gogh]

Obamacare


Well, it's failed. And instead of "installing socialized medicine," this administration needs to double down on the message of keeping the cost of medical care within reason by eliminating unnecessary third parties, i.e. the insurance racketeers. 

Pay the real cost, and not one penny over!
Insurance is not a medical need!
Pay for the medicine--don't pay for the meddling!
Do fund the "health care," but don't fund the greed!

Obituary 

Is it a proper obituary if it only describes the writer's childhood friendship with someone who died old?


Poetry

Though based on Trinidad island (and writing with a Trinidadian accent), this poet doesn't seem to be looking forward to an increase in tourism from vacationers who will not find hotel rooms in Jamaica this winter. Call this a correction to my thoughts about "Montego's Monster." Trinidad is just off the coast of Venezuela. I hadn't been paying attention to the possibility of Venezuela's economic situation worsening. That possibility is impossible to ignore in Trinidad. I apologize.


Politics

On which side of the proverbial aisle is more verbal cruelty found? Senator Fetterman's inside view confirms what this Independent has long thought:


On which side are you found these days? Since I believe that God hath made of one blood all nations of men, have spent my adult life in non-traditional family arrangements, consider myself a more radical feminist than Gloria Steinem, like most of the immigrants I've met, and oppose war, it surprises me to find myself mapped as a moderately conservative Republican. I am not and have never been a Republican! I may respect some of them, I may vote for some of them, but I am an Independent! And always will be!


Anyway, speaking of Senator Fetterman: Let no one ever say he "caved," because that's not what he did. He knew his constituents. He was like our Senators in Virginia in that respect. Senator Warner is primarily a man of the Hump--Northern Virginia, where the federal employees are. His base was telling him to cling to the stupid filibuster, and he did. Senator Kaine is primarily a man of the Swamp, down around Richmond, where some actual low-wage workers live. His base was telling him to show some mercy, and he did. (If you think that something is missing from this picture and we in the Point of Virginia ought to have our own US Senator, I might agree.) There are low-wage workers in Pennsylvania too. Fetterman was decent enough to listen to them, he took a brave stand on behalf of his base, he's caught no end of hate about it, and he's had another cardiovascular incident and is in the hospital. The usual "Thoughts & Prayers" go out to him and I hope some of them are at least coming from his own party. The Democrats used to be a viable political party representing nice people who were often wrong, but for the best of reasons. Let it never be said that they killed their own man with stress just for being a decent human being.

Due to the echo-chamber effect of having the news reported by frankly partisan writers, it is possible that some Ds think right-wingers were the ones urging Ds to end the shutdown. Not true. Real right-wingnuts were egging Ds on, saying that the longer the shutdown lasted, the more easily it could be made permanent. They had a point there. Again, I ask those under age 60 either to stay out of any discussion of Social Security pensions or to vote to protect your parents' pensions, depending on whether you have parents and they depend on pensions--but those of us who are over 60 and have no  living parents should be talking about redefining retirement from the jobs we did when younger as taking the jobs we wanted to do when younger than that, and cutting Social Security funding back to a point where existing federal revenues can take decent care of those of us who become disabled, if and when we do. I don't want to sit around growing fat and unhealthy--I want to keep working and enjoy the eighty to ninety-year lifespan that seems to be in my DNA. And so no doubt do you. So we want to hold on to the disability pensions that will allow us to enjoy old age while our friends' disabilities are taken care of. The most efficient way to do that is to cut out the idea of retirement pensions. Real right-wingnuts were saying "Don't let's wait for the baby-boomers to decide they'd rather be senior workers than 'retirees.' Just cut'm all out of the budget now! And we know a lot of people on food stamps are the most shameless, obnoxious, disgusting sort of cheats--likely they all are. End food stamps now, because we personally don't know any poor hardworking couple who've planned to raise a child while she goes to college and he works for Wal-Mart with the help of the food stamp program and, if we did, we'd feed them. And all public schools could be made virtual, permanently, overnight, too." If any Ds were "caving" to the right-wingnuts, they were Schumer, Pelosi, Sanders, and the rest of the Stubborn Jackasses in the Senate.

(Someone may be wondering...I try not to have anything to say to other people's Congressmen until they've voted on an issue. It can be hard, since some of them aspire to national positions and use Twitter to seek attention outside their States, but I try. I didn't even tweet to Senator Fetterman before the vote; I nagged Senators Kaine and Warner, and hoped one of them would be first to break the shutdown. It may not make sense to international readers but each State was originally meant to be its own independent self-governing political entity in an alliance that did not dictate policy to any State. That anyone active in State government, e.g. Lady Lemon Locks who claims to be our Governor-elect, should be receiving funding or advice from out-of-State connections is discrediting.)

Norb Leahy has the list of thirteen D Senators whose terms expire next year. At least one of them (Shaheen of New Hampshire) voted to end the shutdown--eventually; though she reportedly intends to retire anyway. Most, like Booker, voted to sustain the shutdown because concerns about poor hardworking parents were the only way their minority party could manipulate the majority. Does one of these people misrepresent your State? Time to find replacements is now.


Women's Issues 

Prompted by a lot of things scattered around the'Net that don't deserve links...

If the Rs want there to be a Red Wave, they need now to set a policy of zero tolerance for misogyny. 

The Loony Left may appeal to a certain type of she-bachelor...a woman who is not usually a very strong, or radical, or committed feminist, but whose conscience is inflamed, even infected, by her having had or considered having an abortion. (Sometimes, like the sad antiheroine of a "novel" or teaching story about birth control options that circulated in the 1980s, she was tearfully deciding to have a surgical abortion when her barren body expelled the never-to-be-a-baby all by itself.) The men of the Left don't respect her, nor do the women who've shoved her down while crawling past her up the ladder of the D Party. She knows this. She is not a happy D Party member. She is not happy at all; she may or may not have been diagnosed as clinically depressed, but she's not having a lot of fun. But she votes for the party that tells her she has a "right" to "choose" abortion, whether she's chosen it, whether it's happened to her, or whether it's been an academic question since the men who've molested and exploited her all had the good sense to avoid causing pregnancy. The D Party does base its whole appeal to women on this wretched female, so she probably does exist. She's probably the sort of government 
employee who actively hates a competent contractor.

Calling her a cat lady is a mistake. She's not a Southern Lady; she thinks "lady" means "old" and at no age does she admit being one. And she probably has neither the fortitude nor the living space to keep cats. 

Identifying her with "women" or "single women" or even "single middle-aged women" is a mistake, because most women, even most single middle-aged women, don't want to stand too close to this sad apple. Her moods are too likely to swing and her resentment is too likely to latch on to the nearest person as a cause of her misery. "And you think you're so popular and pretty and healthy now but, let me tell you..." "Oh stow it," say her flatmates, going out to parties to which she's not been invited and dances she doesn't have the energy to do, planning to move in with other housemates or flatmates next summer. 

How can this wretched creature be identified? By her politics of course. She is the Woman Whose Political Issue Is Abortion. Bless her heart

Other single middle-aged women can and should be recruited away from a party that offers them nothing better than "abortion rights." That party's opposition should not waste their talents by offering them nothing better than advice to marry young and have babies, instead of allowing immigrants, to become the huddled masses of second-class citizens on whose backs some people want to balance the dysfunction that is the Social Security system. Republicans need to hire, promote, and encourage working women who do and do not have babies, or husbands, to think about. They need to be the party of the women who really do Have It All though, for maximum enjoyment, not all at the same time. They need to have the offices where women don't have to worry about harassment by male bosses because nobody on a management level is male, and where a "mommy track" resume showing two years off to nurse the baby and ten years of part-time work and homeschooling is recognized as showing all kinds of added skills when the woman comes back to full-time work. ("Mommy brains," some studies have shown, actually gain some functionality after recovering from postnatal brainfog.) They need to focus on the woman entrepreneur who may or may not have a male partner, the "Mom'n'Pop" or "Just Mom" business, that has been represented very poorly by the R Party, in the past, but positively resented and despised by the Ds, so these people tend to vote R. Rs need to recognize these people as an important part of their base.

Between ages 20 and 40 women do tend to polarize around the question of whether or not we are actively mothering babies. Friendships between the baby-free and the baby-addled tend to go into inactive mode...in theory sisters, cousins, and old friends would baby-sit for each other but in practice baby-free women seem to have to push for this, and Zahara Heckscher was the only one I knew who did. We can work together, but our brains are working differently. The mommy brain is even capable of entertaining paranoid fantasies that her baby-free friends covet the little fountain of baby-spew that we blame for having destroyed our friend. Corporate cultures of competition don't help, though in their absence we're probably working on our own as Mom'n'Pop or Just Mom entrepreneurs...

After age 40, however, women who did and did not have babies tend to outgrow the possibly hormone-based antipathy and can reunite as women. The most obvious thing we then have in common is that, whether or not we want to believe that a fetus is a baby or that women who don't want babies probably aren't going to have viable ones anyway and should have a right to abort with no questions asked, our most immediate and pressing concerns do not include abortion. If a woman over 40 is pregnant the role of friends in her life is probably to persuade her that the fetus, if it becomes a child, won't enjoy answering to the name of "Miracle" at school. We can, however, rally around things like the need for all of Hamas and all of the Berlin rapists to be publicly executed, the need to reclaim streets and public space generally as women's space, the need for adequate compensation for women who take boring STEM jobs...and the need for better women candidates for public office who show more rational understanding of women's issues. We should be able to unite in saying to candidates like Angry Abigail Spambucket, "How dare you suggest that all we want is more tax-subsidized abortion!"

Rs must not flinch away from what Charlie Kirk actually stood for in his life--open, uncensored debate, opposition to censorship. They must not be distracted by the detail that, as a very young man, Charlie Kirk was in a position to hire a slightly older woman (already beyond the bounds of what normally happens), and that when he told her he wanted to marry her instead of hiring her she said yes instead of suing him (definitely part of a unique personal relationship that nobody else can reasonably expect to replicate). There are envious, resentful, bitter little boys who might want to rally around the idea that girls should all drop out of school and stay home and have babies. Rs should not make the mistake of giving those boys a platform. What the bitter little boys need is a spanking. Rs should encourage girls to stay in school, have one child or none, after age 25 if ever, and prepare for responsible jobs. 

Bashing "feminists" is another move Rs should avoid. Leftist feminists like Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem obviously did make themselves bashable. Laura Ingraham's Hillary Trap documented ten of the major ways left-wing feminism failed even left-wing feminists like Mrs. Clinton; it's worth reading by everyone, male and female. The alternative to left-wing feminism was not antifeminism, which withered up and died of lack of contact with reality, but moderate and conservative feminism. The idea that women are inferior to men can survive only in a culture where everyone does heavy physical labor to survive, so it needs no reviving. The idea that women's equal or superior value to society might mean treating motherhood as a counterpart to military service, on a management-level employee's resume, has a better base in contemporary reality and should prove easier to defend.

Friday, November 14, 2025

Bad Poetry: Tearing Hate Down with Love


[Photo credit was lost because Google behaved badly.[


Let's all hate
glyphosate.
Tear it down.

In its place
love Queen Anne's Lace,
tall and proud and in your face.
Love milkweed
where butterflies feed.
Love pretty fluff
of dandelion puff.
Love a sharawaggi look;
let tall flowers form a shady nook
carpeted by violets and sheltered from the weather:
Can you get five colors of violets together?

Oh, so mean--
atrazine.
Tear it down.

Where it was
let the laws
of nature mandate kittens' paws
or ponies' feet
or lambs' faint bleat.
Love the children
and the beasts.
Love a fruit or flowering tree.
Bend your back and bend your knee
till every trace of Astroturf or of devil grass
is covered up by something native that was meant to last.

What a blot--
paraquat.
Tear it down.

Cry "begone!"
to the lawn
and the corporate greedheads' pawn.
Plant green peas,
strawberries.
Plant potatoes
or tomatoes.
Let green push away the pavement,
gardens push away enslavement
to the foolishness of zoning that, a hundred years ago,
said that from our homes to work needed twenty miles to go.

Thursday, November 13, 2025

Meet the Blog Roll: Barbara's Blog

Going through the Blog Roll is not an experience of undiluted joy.

Into each life some rain must fall...

Sometimes reading down the Blog Roll reminds me that someone I enjoyed following is no longer alive. 

Barbara Ehrenreich became one of my favorite writers when I read For Her Own Good in grade ten. 

I didn't agree with everything she said even in For Her Own Good, but I knew she was one of those writers whose every book I would want to read just for the pleasure of her snarky, precise writing voice.

Then I grew up and worked, from time to time, in the same building where she did. 

She was one of the founders of the Democratic Socialists of America--the Loony Left minority now in the process of destroying the Democratic Party. Her generation of Democratic Socialists, however, were aware that they were a minority and needed to work with others rather than against them. This made them as likable, reliable, easy to work with and delightful to know, as today's Loony Left are not. They were trying to make friends. 

It's sad to think that, if Ehrenreich hadn't died in 2022, she might today be another one of those horrible people who scream that Republicans are Nazis and mentioning any Christian practice is oppressive and classic books should be burned because they're not p.c. enough. Maybe I'd rather remember her as the independent, classically liberal thinker, who claimed Socialism as the religious faith of her childhood but freely criticized the errors of all political factions, that she was.

She wrote several books about the history of medical abuse of women, but I think her most important books are The Hearts of Men, which documented how the social trends that gave rise to Playboy magazine directly created the ones that gave rise to Ms. magazine, and Bright-Sided, which documented how "Positive Thinking" came to exist and how it sometimes helps, and perhaps more often harms, those who try to practice it. 

Also worth reading was Nickel and Dimed, in which she went undercover and did whatever entry-level jobs she was able to get as a middle-aged woman. In that book Ehrenreich was reasonably accused of underestimating the ingenuity of real low-income workers, who have built up skills for living on their low salaries, and built social networks, and can become quite comfortable (if they own their house and some land, or share those resources with family) on the kind of income on which Ehrenreich was acutely uncomfortable. How could she have done otherwise? The book was not a lie, exactly; the author was one human being and had limitations. She did accurately describe the plight of, e.g., young couples who have eloped and not dared to ask either pair of parents for money yet, or college dropouts who are just starting out, probably renting flats in high-rent neighborhoods, and paying off college loans. 

I liked her books, and I liked her blog, and writing this post feels...weird. 

I am, as Ehrenreich was, a naturally cheerful person who tends to feel that one might as well laugh as cry, even when documenting the damage popular products and practices have done to people. 

Natural cheerfulness is not, I say, the virtue it is sometimes imagined to be. It does not even make people easy to work with. 

When I'm feeling good, which is most of the time even in our polluted world, I walk faster than people who are taller than I am for a couple of miles before breakfast. When I'm feeling bad, I lie in bed thinking of wisecracks about my symptoms. 

My natural sister is not naturally cheerful--is, instead, depressive. I think that that makes me more fun to know than she is, but not everyone who knows both of us agrees. 

Secretly, deep down, even the people who preach Positive Thinking don't necessarily prefer the company of people who are naturally cheerful. At home "a merry heart does good like a medicine." In an office a merry heart makes resentful co-workers vow, "Little Miss Perky may type 160 words a minute, be able to read the branch manager's handwriting, cheer up the bereaved office manager, go miles out of her way to help the customers, and stock the break room with the best refreshments, but  we will NEVER let it be said that she could get along with co-workers." Then there's the fact that a merry heart doesn't flinch away from unpleasantness in the way a depressed one does. Bad things are to be overcome so why would we not talk about pollution, war, diseases, disasters, and misery? Talking about animal abuse might motivate somebody to adopt a shelter dog. Talking about the devastation a hurricane wrought might motivate somebody to donate money. If someone in the audience has the kind of weak soul that can't even relieve the anguish of thinking about starved dogs and homeless hurricane survivors by praying for them, how would we even know that it's possible to be that kind of person? A cheerful temperament can be fearless and forthright and also horribly insensitive.

Ehrenreich tended, as I do, to choke on all those Positive Thinking platitudes about cheerfulness being a virtue, like honesty, instead of a natural trait, like hair color. As a cancer survivor she certainly saw the lighter side of cancer, and appreciated the (she probably wouldn't have said) blessing of a longer than average remission after cancer has appeared as a breast tumor. At the same time she could also see how much better it would have been not to have had cancer at all. 

This morning I did a feel-good post about things for which I feel thankful to God, and in that post I mentioned that actually I had spent this Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday feeling pretty bad, physically. I live with a cat who normally does not cuddle; from early kittenhood she's tried to redirect all petting, caressing, and cuddling behavior toward her idea of fun, which has been a good fast game. Any display of affection from this cat, Serena, is noteworthy. Serena assumed that "heart to heart" position in which some cats and cat-people like to snuggle, this morning. It was a moment to be cherished. It had some additional meaning beyond the "Get up and come home for breakfast" message that could have been conveyed by simply meowing. "Ouch! Get up! Get off! Go away!" I said. The inflammation in my midsection was so bad that even up there the 14-pound cat seemed to weigh like a load of bricks. This is not a way I want you readers to have to feel. But it also seems funny to me. I'm old and sick, what a hoot, who ever thought any baby-boomer was ever going to be old...

Then I checked the Mirror, the blog/forum/community that grew from what initially seemed like a silly idea of ridiculing the Obama Administration's mistakes in the voice of "Michelle's Mirror" (whose job was to convince Mrs. Obama that she looked all right). As regular readers know, the woman who wrote it has had a brain tumor removed. Posts there have become irregular and are never to be missed because who knows how many more posts there will be. 

This week's Mirror is about the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, and how the Great Lakes really seem to the people who live near them like an inland freshwater sea, because they're so big and can form ocean-sized waves and storms. The sudden storm that sank the massive "Fitz" ("As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most") was not technically a hurricane, but it behaved like one. It's an interesting topic for a forum discussion, and of course, given the crowd who hang out at that site, the discussion branches off into news items and the history of popular music and some people's pedigreed pets and some people's animal rescues and who knows what-all. Great fun...on Veterans Day...remembering a shipwreck and the Great War...

Then a link at the Mirror led me past Scott Adams' vlog during his live chat time. As regular readers/listeners know, he's going through treatment for cancer, too; who knows how many more posts his vlog will have, too, but he's trying to reduce the pain by making each post funny and really worth listening to. 

Then it was time for a "Meet the Blog Roll" post, and...I deleted BarbarasBlog from the blog roll this morning but I found that I wanted to mention that it's been there, all these years 

We hear so much about how various new technologies make our lives better. I'm not so sure. Cancer was a rare disease, once.

I thought about my computers and the friends who gave them to me. Well, M, who gave me the "smart typewriter" with its floppy disks, is still alive and well; we were about the same age. A, who gave me the computer I sold--retired, moved to Arizona, had cancer. E, who built the older desktop computer I use--died in 2005 from cancer. Z, who gave me the Original or Practically Perfect Toshiba--died in 2018 from cancer. B, Grandma Bonnie Peters, who was part of this web site and who gave me the splendid HP laptop on which so much of this web site was made--died in 2020 from cancer. J, also known as Adayahi, who was also part of this web site and who inadvertently gave me the Piece of Garbage as well as its replacement, the Unsatisfactory Toshiba I'm using now--died in 2021 from cancer. The people who gave me the Sickly Snail, the newer desktop computer, and the funny mini-desktop computer are still alive, but. Still. I'm a cancer widow and sometimes the incidence of cancer among people I know, or used to know, feels overwhelming.

Can we keep on making progress? Can we put the things that cause all this cancer as far behind us as we think we've put the horrors of bubonic plague and tuberculosis? 

I hope so.

That is what Glyphosate Awareness is for.

Ten Things of Thankful

Is this a late post for Wednesday's Long & Short Reviews link-up or an early post for Thursday's Ten Things of Thankful link-up? Hmmm...since the prompts are so similar and I'm typing this in the middle of the night between Wednesday and Thursday, why not both? 

This will be a short post because I think the list is mostly self-explanatory...

1. Our mostly mild weather

(Meteorologists explain most of the vagaries of our admittedly unpredictable, usually inconvenient, weather as the Edges of even worse weather taking place somewhere else. At least that seems more scientific than the Theory of Maximum Inconvenience. Either system seems about equally effective at predicting the weather. Virginia weather almost never kills anybody--it just gives most of us something to complain about on any given day. 

Some ways people might feel moved to give thanks for our mostly mild weather...




2. My awesome celiac genes 

Frankly I've not been feeling very good or very thankful today. I dozed off on the screen porch in front of the laptop last night. Serena was with me--she's been doing some sort of love-bombing I have yet to figure out. Having waited patiently for five hours, and watched the sun come up and put the end to prime mouse-hunting time, she planted a paw on my midsection. "Owwwch. Stop that," I said. Serena stopped that immediately, put another paw between two ribs, then another paw, and then leaned over me and licked my face. I had been aware of a reaction to New Roundup on Monday and Tuesday, which was causing the midsection to feel as if it were bruised on the inside, but on Wednesday morning the hypersensitivity had spread beyond the midsection. Serena weighed on my ribs like a ton of bricks. "Oh right, I'll get up now," I said. Sitting up hurt. Serena, who reacts to the current version of Roundup with something like hayfever, sneezed on my face in the most sympathetic and affectionate way. "Go out! Go home!" I growled, holding the door open. Serena obligingly did. I went back to sleep. I did, eventually, go home and break out the cat food, but not on what most cats consider a cat-friendly schedule.


Serena, when she was about one-third of her present size, taking over her mother's Safe Place with very much the same attitude she took while sitting on me.

I have been through a lot of unnecessary pain, caused by other people's greed and stupidity, during the past fifteen years.

I am still, most of the time, a healthy person.

I'm not worried about COVID.

I'm not afraid to plan to work--even to do physical labor.

I'm still a person who gets asked to spend time with people who may not be as old as I am, but feel less strong and healthy than I do.

I still see the first snow of winter coming down and think "I have to be out in it." As distinct from "Oh ouch my arthritic toe," or "I dread the cold," or "I could fall and break a hip." I still think falling down into deep snow is fun.

I remember a time when it seemed that all sixty-year-old women looked alike (dumpy figures, hair cut short and artificially reshaped and re-colored every week, dowdy polyester suits, glasses) and none of them ever did anything that looked as if it might have been fun...I don't look like that, nor do I live like that, and I'm thankful. I'm not part of the new wave of sixty-year-old women who spend most of their salaries trying to look like the 25-year-old surfer chicks of our youth, either, but at least I can see a way through middle age without becoming one of what a college classmate called the "Friday afternoon beauty parlor pin hags."

I'm not related to Sydney Sweeney and don't look as if I were, but I do have good survivor genes.

3. The Resident Cats

It's possible that Serena's love-bombing has something to do with Silver's having come home, after she'd disappeared for eight months and I'd been sure she had either been petnapped or died. (Silver is Serena's daughter; they are social cats.) Serena could leave the house in Silver's care now? Maybe. 

4. The Computers 

Writing for the Internet may never make me rich, but it's certainly more fun than a lot of other jobs that would never have made me rich, either.

5. The Blog Roll 

That was a previous year's Thanksgiving post. No repetition allowed. More about the Blog Roll blogs on more Thursdays. Let's just say I am very thankful for the worldwide community of little old ladies who like cats, books, old songs, the children in our lives, flowers, and also politics, law, science, engineering, and computers.

6. US Senator Tim Kaine 

For having the fortitude to do the right thing, even if he is a lifelong Democrat and has loyalties within the party of the "Use the Poor People's Distress to Manipulate the Majority" Stubborn Jackasses. Senator Kaine voted to end the government shutdown and resume funding for most, if not all, of the handouts on which too many of our fellow Virginians are too dependent. I'm thankful that, if we must have two D's in the Senate, they're among the decent human beings left in the D Party.

7. Real Printed Books 

Soooo much easier to read than "e-books."

8. The Other Members of This Web Site 

I write it. Other people are involved with it, behind the scenes. Nufsed.

9. The Nephews 

Who are, of course, in real life a mixed lot of young men and women who are and are not physically related to me. (Of the ones who are related to me, more are nephews than are nieces.)

10. You Readers 

I wish more of you would say more about who you are...because this web site is for you.

Book Review: Pictures in Patchwork

 Title: Pictures in Patchwork (Le Patchwork)

Author: Marie-Janine Solvit

Translator: Walter A. Simson

Date: 1976 (French), 1977 (English)

Publisher: Dessain et Tolra (French), Sterling (English)

ISBN: 0-8069-5380-2 (Englsih)

Length: 112 pages

Illustrations: many color photos and drawings

Quote: “Patchwork as we know it is basically an American craft.”

On page 7 of Pictures in Patchwork, the quote above is surrounded by three photos of antique quilts from France. However, patchwork and quilting are actually two different techniques. Patchwork is joining patches of fabric into a single flat seamed surface; quilting is stitching two or more layers of fabric with lining between them into a thick, textured, insulated material. Quilting was not new when it appeared in French fashions of the seventeenth century, nor was patchwork new when it became a fad throughout Europe and North America in the eighteenth century.

In France, however, the fashion for patchwork didn’t last. Even in England it was a rather short-lived fad. In the United States, patchwork became a Folk Art Tradition and continued to be practiced after the fashion for patchwork clothing had passed.

Solvit provides some examples of traditional patchwork patterns (examples in French museums are older than those in American museums), but her book is mainly about pictorial patchwork and appliqué, sometimes enhanced with embroidery, as shown on the covers of the book. She also briefly considers knitted and crocheted patchwork.

Pictures in Patchwork is less of an instructional guide than Creative Patchwork, less of a reference work than American Quilts. Published under the auspices of Elle magazine, it’s a perky, whimsical guide to what the author clearly regards as a “creative” fad hobby. For those who want inspiration to patch together their own semi-abstract landscapes, this book should be inspiring. 

Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Web Log for 11.11.25

LOTS of Veterans Day content on the Internet today. I'm trying not to go there. I no longer have a veteran to celebrate with. To those who have one, I hope you showed him (or her) a good time. 

Animals 

What used to be called the Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker, but that name sounded too much as if it ought to be an insult to a human. The birds aren't all that bad!


Bill Watterson knew what White-Faced Hornets are really like. They are nice, peaceful neighbors who eat flies and mosquitoes. If they attack you, I'd be likely to take their side, too. Hobbes might have been excessive to do this to a stupid kid who threw rocks at the hornets' nest, but it should absolutely happen to anyone who sprays poison on hornets. 


Ganked from http://theviewfromladylake.blogspot.com/2025/11/a-real-friend-wouldnt-take-their-side.html, where it may be easier to see in full size. Warning: that site often features content that may offend some of this site's readers. I don't mind that men like to look at young women in short shorts, myself.

Book Review: Willa Cather Living

Title: Willa Cather Living

Author: Edith Lewis

Date: 1953

Publisher: Knopf

ISBN: none

Length: 195 pages of text, 12 pages of introductiory matter

Quote: “I have written about Willa Cather as I knew her, but with the feeling that it is not in any form of biographical writing, but in art alone, that the deepest truth about human beings is to be found.”

Of few well-known people could this claim be truer than of Willa Cather. The big secret of her personal life is not that she had any kind of sex life (she wrote nothing about it, and probably had none) but that her own life was so uneventful, even monotonous. She wrote excellent novels by listening to other people’s stories about their adventures. She, herself, had no adventures. She was born in Virginia, lived in Nebraska, wrote and taught and occasionally travelled, and, as she grew older, had a few minor illnesses.

Was she a lesbian? Joan Acocella has discussed the evidence for and against this claim at some length. The evidence for it is weak; the argument seems based in the old sexist prejudice that “when a woman inclines to learning, there is something wrong with her sex apparatus.” There is some evidence that Cather sometimes wished she’d been male, but apparently for practical reasons. It's hard for us to imagine how much easier it was for Cather to get things done by simply dropping a letter from her name and dressing like "Will" instead of "Willa." Bleak reality was that peer pressure was applied to prevent women from living alone in Cather’s time; if not married or attached to family members, they were expected to provide themselves with female “companions” who were classified as a sort of domestic servants. Lewis was that sort of “companion” to Cather, more of a guard than a friend. There’s no hint of intimacy between the two roommates-for-convenience; there’s more than a hint that they didn’t like each other much, that Cather’s withdrawal to write helped Lewis endure the job of living with her. The sentimental “love and kisses” language in some of Cather’s letters to casual friends seems to have been whimsical, not passionate.

Lewis’s biography is a bit on the bland side. The highlights of Cather’s years were the publication and success of her novels. Alfred A. Knopf was alive when Cather was; her books made his fame as much as his publishing them made hers, but their friendship seems to have been a distant, business-related thing. Most of Cather’s friendships seem to have been constrained and impersonal anyway. Lewis said that most of the stories she used in her books had come from people Cather knew in youth or childhood, but one can imagine friends who didn’t want to be put into novels watching what they said to Willa Cather.

One of the livelier anecdotes in Willa Cather Living concerns Cather’s writing about the influenza epidemic “The local doctor...had served as medical officer on a troop ship...[and] kept a diary all through the voyage. He let Willa Cather borrow this diary.” Part of a novel called One of Ours was based on the diary. “Later...He was relating one of his experiences during this epidemic to a friend, and the friend said coldly: ‘That isn’t a true story. You took that from Willa Cather’s book!’”

“Society gossip” was considered interesting during their lifetimes. Cather and Lewis met other people who were well known; a few of their names are still well known. If more than small talk occurred when they were visiting Mabel Luhan or D.H. Lawrence, Lewis failed to capture it,. One might like to have read what occurred before and after “Nijinski...was...extremely courteous; but after he had been introduced and had kissed her hand, he went, after a little, and stood in a corner of the studio with his face to the wall. He believed himself to be a horse.” At least one would like to know how Lewis arrived at this explanation; but she doesn’t tell.

Recommended to those who enjoy Cather’s fiction and want to read more about her.