Tuesday, February 3, 2026

Book Review: Second Chance Class Reunion

Why are today's posts so late? Need you ask? This is the Big Freeze. We still have solid ice under six inches of slippery powdery snow. In Virginia even one inch of snow puts things on a "snow schedule." Today's posts, and likely tomorrow's, are running on a snow schedule.

Title: Second Chance Class Reunion

Author: Kit O'Neal

Date: 2026

Publisher: CRB

Quote: "She hadn't known he had a son."

In high school Daisy and Jake were a couple. Daisy stayed in their small town, running her family business. Jake moved away; Daisy heard that he'd even become sheriff of a town about an hour's drive away. Now he's back for their class reunion, and both of them have been with other people, even had children, but they're still single. Daisy doesn't want to get involved with Jake unless she knows he's going to stay around.

And, because this is a sweet romance, he is. He's going to fit into her family business like a hand into a glove. Jake is my kind of book boyfriend; no babbling about sex, no crazy ideas about her leaving what she has and flitting off to chase some dream of his, no attempts to appeal to "feelings." He just rents a room for himself and his son, gets to work, and gets things done, showing what an asset he can be. There should only be more men like that in the real world.

I enjoyed this short, clean romance. If you like short, clean romances, so will you. Watch for it on Amazon in a week or two. (I received a review copy with a few typos toward the end. You'll get a better copy than I did, no worries. Typos didn't spoil the story.)

Petfinder Post: Thinking Outside the Litter Box

Yesterday was the coldest day I personally have survived in my own home. A colder day occurred in my lifetime but I wasn't here that day. From time to time a little rattle outside would indicate that enough warmth was escaping through the roof for a little water to drip from the eaves. Other than that nothing melted; the snow that had started to melt in the sun, the day before, was a little denser but not even really crusty. The snow was deep enough for Silver's head to stick out if she held her head up high, which she does not normally do. Hello? This is the little princess who decided, after spending last winter as an indoor pet, that she didn't want to be outside when temperatures were even refrigerator-cold.

"Isn't it time you went out for a break?" I asked the cats.

"NO," Serena nonverbally said. "I already had mine." Serena had spent most of the morning keeping Drudge company in the cellar. 

"I need one," Silver nonverbally said. I went to the door. "I'm not going out in THAaaat," Silver nonverbally said. 

"Well, I suppose today is enough of an emergency that you can use the emergency litter box," I said, going back to the computer.

The cats have a small litter box in the office, which Serena has actually used, and a bigger, newer one they have agreed not to use. They reached this agreement by giving each other the evil eye when either one approached it. Silver approached it, sniffed, and apparently decided to wait.

I should have known,..

Serena was sitting beside me on the bench in front of the desktop computer.

Silver quietly walked around to the bench, but went under it rather than jumping onto it...and the next thing I noticed was an odor. Quite a strong odor for a young female cat. She must have been holding in for a day or two. That, or she's picked up something worse than the worms that apparently responded to Worm-Eze, during her summer as a feral cat.

"Silver!" I yelled. "What is WRONG with you?"

Silver scuttled back to the litter box and pointed. 

Serena had used the litter box. After months of detente, when Silver had probably thought she was entitled to use the new box first, Serena must have used it quietly, one night, not wanting to wake Silver and me. The litter had absorbed the odor and most of the dampness, but Silver knew. And her way to vent her feelings about Serena's having left her odor in the box was for Silver to leave her odor right...below...Serena's nose!

Cats have strong feelings about that sort of thing.

"I wouldn't have a cat," said the odd jobs man, whose sister has a Cat Sanctuary several miles from here. "They are nasty animals. They run into the house just to make a mess on your floor."

"If they do that, there's a problem," I said. 

"Yes, there's a problem," he agreed. "The problem is that they are cats!"

Actually it's not that bad, but there are indeed situations that cause indoor cats to leave messy messages outside the litter box. There is always a message. You will want to clean up the mess, and you really don't want to do permanent harm to the cat, whatever your emotional reaction may suggest...but you don't want to ignore the message either. The cat is telling you something you need to know. Some common possibilities:

1. Your cat is male. Males don't leave solid waste where they eat and sleep unless there is a problem, but they scent-mark their territory. The simplest solution is not to let a male cat come inside the house. (This does not solve the problem of what they'll do on the steps, porch, paths, fence...) If you do want to keep a male cat indoors, have him neutered before he's really noticed that he's male, as early as the vet will do the operation. If it's too late for that, you can try giving him a selection of litter boxes all over the house and cleaning them regularly so that he wants to scent them first, but resign yourself. You will be doing a lot of sniffing and scrubbing. A mild bleach solution, like the one with which Chlorox Wipes are saturated, will react with the mild ammonia solution the cat has applied to the house, producing a mild whiff of vapor that would be dangerous in stronger concentrations and a chemical reaction that removes urea and, often, paint and other surfaces. Expensive enzyme formulas are more efficient and less likely to eat into the surfaces of your walls and floors. 

2. Your unaltered cat wants to attract a mate. Cats don't go to bars, so the quickest way they can tell other cats they're available is to leave hormone-saturated personal odor at the edges of their territory. Outdoor cats usually do this in places where humans don't notice it. Indoor cats sometimes do it in the house, sometimes near a door. If you don't want kittens, winter is the best time to spay a female cat. (Males can be neutered at any time of year. Females are more likely to have started kittens already, complicating the procedure, when the weather is mild or warm.)

3. Your cat is sick, usually either as a result of eating something it caught outdoors (most birds that cats can catch will make the cats sick), eating human food it found indoors, or reacting to chemical pollution in air, water, or even cat food. Sick cats often try to eliminate the problem as close as possible to their humans, or where they're sure their humans will find it. They're asking you for help. If the mess shows evidence of something other than simple food poisoning, like worms or blood, get the cat to the vet as fast as you can. If it looks like simple food poisoning but persists for more than an hour or two, you may feel better later if you rush to the vet, but person may be as baffled as you and cat are. Food-grade charcoal powder (one capsule as sold at Wal-Mart emptied into a cup of water, stirred up, given from a syringe) will adsorb most toxins and infections right away and even relieve symptoms of feline panleukopenia, improving the cat's chances of survival. Taking the cat to a place where it will do relatively little damage, such as its carrying cage, for observation will show the cat that you care. 

4. Your cat is expressing irritation with something you or another cat did. The mess will probably be where you or the other cat is, and the cat may make a point of showing you what it's doing. A cat who is really ticked off may climb onto your lap or shoulder and express its indignation right down your clothes. While moments like this can test people's commitment to keeping the cat, or at least to keeping it indoors, it can be helpful to put the cat in "time out" for a few hours while reflecting on your sins and considering what to do differently. 

5. You didn't clean the place where the cat made its mess before. Cats react to faint traces of their own bodywaste odors as territorial markers, and may think they need to refresh those markers as their scent begins to fade. Then again, while even cats who share food may like to have their own litter boxes, which are certainly marked with their scent, cats will abandon a litter box when its odor gets too strong; daily cleaning with just a little fresh litter is better than less frequent cleaning with more. Scrub thoroughly this time, and consider applying an odor cats hate to targets other than a litter box. Original formula Listerine, a mix of mint, thyme, and eucalyptus, is good because it's repellent to cats (toxic if it gets on their skin or into their mouths) and it keeps black mold from growing where urea may have soaked into wood.

6. Your kitten wants to share a proud moment with you. Kittens are not born with the ability to excrete bodywastes on their own; for the first few weeks someone else has to help them. When they toddle out of their nests and nibble on solid food, their mothers stop helping them and they have to exercise their growing ability to control their internal muscles. The first few little puddles and piles a kitten makes are a source of pride. Kittens are usually content for their immediate families to see what they figured out how to do, but if they're already pets they may want you to see, too. They look up at you exactly like a child saying "Look, Mom, I'm riding a bicycle!" Say something like, "Well, aren't you clever," and take the kitten to a more appropriate place in case it has more to excrete. Female kittens learn fast. Males learn fast, too, about solid waste, but never lose their feeling that their bodies' liquid secretions have the best smells that ever were or will be.

7. A new cat has joined the family. A cat who is willing to share part of the house, but claims some places as its own, will draw the line for the newcomer with bodywastes in places it claims. Cleaning will not defeat the cat's purpose and may in fact please the cat, since its odor will linger in the air anyway and no cat wants to live with piles of dung. 

8. The new cat itself may be staking out its territory, if a senior cat is not present to do that first. Commercial cat litter has a subtle scent that speaks directly to cats' instincts, saying something like "Squat on me," so kittens who have not seen a litter box before can usually figure out what it is, but sometimes their instinct to mark their territory is even stronger than their instinct to claim a brand-new litter box as their own. Clean the spot and redirect the cat to its very own litter box. (It really is good, for cats as well as for storekeepers, to buy a new box and new litter when you adopt a new cat.)

9. Some cats will share one litter box, which is very convenient for their humans. Many cats, however, really prefer to have one of their very own, and giving each cat its own box can reduce the spread of infections and parasites among cats. Sometimes a cat who wants its own box will refuse to use a litter box another cat uses. A puddle right beside the litter box may be a cat's way of saying "I want my own litter box." In the case of an extra-large cat (like our long-ago Queen Graybelle) it may be the cat's way of saying "This box is too small." Manx and Maine Coon cats are especially likely to reach a size where they really can't squat comfortably in the smaller-size boxes sold in stores.

10. The bathroom is a logical place to park a litter box and let cats use it at will. Many cats show an interest in how humans use toilets and, if the seat is left down and the lid is left up, will learn to make a plop (or splash, in houses that still have water-flush toilets) all by themselves. This is super-convenient for their humans. Few if any cats will ever learn how to flush, but to me that seems like a small favor to ask in exchange for going litter-box-free. So is wiping the seat with disinfectant before sitting on it. Some cats, unfortunately, give up on using the toilet because they'd rather use the sink, tub, or shower as their own personal water-flush toilets. I would at least try applying Listerine to the appliance before putting the cat in a shelter, but we all have our own boundaries about this kind of thing.

No doubt there are other possibilities but this short list covers most of the reasons why cats may soil the house that they regard as home. Sooner or later all cat people have to deal with this problem, but (except in the case of long-term illness) it's not a problem most of us have to deal with in every single year.

Dogs, on the other hand...I've never personally known an indoor pet dog who didn't present one or another of these problems in every single year. Probably more than once a year, given the frequency with which the problems presented themselves to visitors. Dog people either resign themselves to doing a lot of scrubbing, or keep their dogs outdoors. Dogs can learn to use their version of a litter box in the house, but they don't learn easily, and because their instincts don't include any aversion to their own excrement even if it made them sick, they do forget easily. A dog may go to the corner with the absorbent mat in it to please its master, which dogs do instinctively like doing, but many other things may distract the dog from the goal of pleasing its master--and the dog likes its own mess. This is why several of the world's religious and cultural traditions, not only Muslims, teach that dogs should be kept outdoors.

But humans are about as likely to have unsanitary "little accidents" as female cats are

Here are some female cats who instinctively like to be clean, and some dogs who have at least learned that doing things in the cleanest possible way pleases humans.

Zipcode 10101: Definitely Not Our Serena from NYC 


She was probably dumped, and was certainly recognized and brought into a shelter, because of that tumor. It's been biopsied and pronounced benign. They think this large, youthful, dominant cat is not merely a Queen Cat, but naturally suited to being an Only Cat. However, she likes humans and purrs when approached by shelter staff.

Starburst, Whose Foster Humans Call Him Bingo, from Long Island 


His web page sounds as if those New Yorkers have only just seen for the first time what a wonderful pet a coon hound normally is. Easy to look at, easy to live with, they don't demand a lot of attention but are almost always up for a walk or a game. (Or a hunting trip, if you're into that kind of thing.) They sound as if it's surprising that Starburst, or Bingo, is housebroken and gets on well with the other dogs, the cat, and the child in his foster home. The one reason why some people don't want a coon hound is the size. Starburst is about a year old and already weighs 44 healthy pounds. If you need a lap-size dog, keep looking. If you have room and time for a dog who can run about as far and as fast as you can, this may be the dog for you.

Zipcode 20202: Duchess from DC 

Just another summer kitten brought in (with four siblings) by someone who didn't want kittens and didn't do what prevents kittens happening. (Do it before the thaw!) Duchess may be a Queen Cat but is young enough that she's likely to learn to get along well with other cats, dogs, children, or other animals. They don't insist, but they recommend that you adopt one of her siblings too. They say nothing about discounts.

Lola from Houston via DC 


Lola is thought to be about two years old, more retriever than anything else. She was found living with puppies. She didn't show a protective instinct but wanted to be rescued by any human she could persuade to rescue the family. So, she chose the wrong job. She may not be suited to be a feral mother dog, but her foster humans think she'll be a wonderful pet. She weighs about 45 pounds. They will deliver her to any state or to Canada if video chat convinces them that you can offer the right home. They will want a Zoom chat with you in your roomy fenced yard. Lola is used to having plenty of room for exercise. 

Zipcode 30303: Concha from Atlanta 


She won the photo contest, hands down--she is an Amber-Eyed Silver Tip. But she's fallen into the hands of the Humane Society. Use judgment. Concha is young and may grow bigger; currently she's a small cat. She was only recently "rescued." Not much is known about her.

Mia from Bogue by way of Atlanta 


She won't win photo contests for long. She is a Black-Mouth Cur, not a pretty breed, but they can be good pets. At ten months old Mia has already learned to use the "bathroom" and "bedroom" spaces humans tell her to use, sit, stay, and shake. She behaves well with other dogs and children, too. Mia is currently living on the Carolina coast and could be delivered to other places, as well as Atlanta, for a fee.

Link Log for 2.2.26

The cats and I braced for another single-digit night. Well, at 7 a.m. on the morning of 2.2.26, in Kingsport with the heaters cranking all over town it's four degrees below zero Fahrenheit. That's twenty below zero Celsius. That's so cold that with the two small space heaters that are all the office's one electrical circuit will run, the desktop computer's monitor shivers visibly when the wind blows. 

And the cats are about to have rice for breakfast. We're out of kibble and down to one packet of rice. There's money to buy food in the house, but that's like there being a delivery truck in town. A few miles of snow on either side separate the money and the truck from the store. And the stores were running out of staples, because more snow separated them from their corporate suppliers, a week ago. And nobody's asking anybody to drive anything on a mix of four to eight inches of powdery snow, some of which melted in the sun yesterday, and solid ice underneath. So the cats get the last packet of rice for breakfast and the last kibbles and crumbs in the sack for dinner and, if the sun doesn't perform unexpected wonders this afternoon, who knows what they'll get for breakfast. Cornbread or lentils or maybe I can rinse the chili sauce off a can of beans. 

(Drudge came out to report that the cats were able to sleep comfortably through the night, cuddled together in their fur in the cellar, but they are tired of snow up to their chins and want it to melt away the way all snow in Virginia is supposed to do. Snow here is supposed to melt the day after it falls.)

Oh woe, oh wail. Even our Canadian readers will have to allow that this is cold, though they get to add that they've seen colder temperatures and we're a lot of whiny wimps, but this is the South and it's not supposed to be this cold here. 

And I am the Grandmother of Blankets and, with the blankets and the space heater as close to the bed as it could get without actually touching blankets, I was quite cozy all night. Though I am now sitting between two space heaters and pausing between paragraphs to hold my hands out to the one in front. 

In 1985 when the all-time record for an overnight low was set, I was in Washington, in a house with central gas heating, and didn't have to go outside or even into the basement where I could feel any effects of what I could see out through the double-paned windows. Right now...

If you're feeling this freeze this way, Gentle Readers, enjoy it. This is one to tell our grandchildren about some day...

--Oops. I mean, for those of us whose grandchildren aren't already here to enjoy and remember it for themselves. 

Animals 


(Photo by Ari Kankainen.)

Cats like this have been around for a long time, though they've always been rare, but only in 2024 did geneticists discover that this shade of grey is genetically different from any other shade: The cats are basically tuxies, with shorter hairs in the usual black and white pattern, but the longer black hairs on their backs and tails are black at the root fading to white at the tip. The mutation has been given the name salmiak after the trademark of a snack sold in Finland, where the cats' genetic distinction was discovered; it translates as "salted licorice."

People had just been calling the cats "marle" or "roan," but now you don't have to borrow those words for dogs and horses with similar coloring.

Education 

It's good to go back and see how things turned out sometimes, plus revisiting this old news story gives me a chance to explain something many people misunderstand...


What happened? The idea of closing dozens of public schools was discussed with the intention of deciding which of those schools to close, not closing all of them. Several schools were temporarily closed in the fall of 2024 because of the hurricanes. All schools reopened in 2025 and six are going to be closed, or rather "consolidated" together with other schools, this year. 

Now, about charter schools. Charter schools are public schools. When the number of students justifies it, the States have been issuing "charters" allowing private people and organizations to organize the new schools the population demands. Charter schools may or may not have a special flavor; sometimes they're run exactly like the overcrowded public schools from which they allow a few students and teachers to spill over. (When I was writing about this for an international web site, a question readers submitted about one charter school was "What makes this school special?" and their answer was "It offers room for the older school nearby to expand." Seriously. That was all they advertised. Sometimes charter schools can at least advertise a new building--or an old historic one.) They're allowed to offer an emphasis on a particular subject, sometimes a subject that's not adequately presented in the older public school; some charter schools are "magnets" for those who want or need special help with math or English, or want more foreign language, vocational, art, or music courses, or don't need to spend as much time reviewing as the public school class needs to pass the same tests. There can even be an ethnic flavor--some charter schools specialize in the history, literature, and culture of a group's heritage--but, if people who don't belong to that ethnic group want to attend those schools, they have to be made welcome. There are charter schools with Black American, Greek, Chinese, and other cultural minority concentrations, but they are public schools that use the regular public school textbooks and curriculum, plus whatever cultural education the teachers can work in. Charter schools are in no way to be confused with church schools, nor with the sort of private schools that are planned primarily for the founding family and their friends.

Electricity 

If mine's not working, which thank goodness it is, I don't have time to sit around trying to "reframe" the experience. Not at this time of year, anyway. Without substantial repairs to both chimneys this old wooden house does not have a safe alternative heat source. In normal cold weather I might be able to dance around a fire out in the yard until the lights came back on. In this weather I'd have to try to squeeze into the cave with the cats, or else scoot boots down a long, icy hill and hope I got into town before I froze solid. Most people don't even have caves. We need to break up that grid before damage to power lines a hundred miles away costs us any more human lives.

But for those who can enjoy being off the grid, even in cold snowy weather, Sherry Marr offers a lovely way to reframe the moment:


Zazzle 

In blog housekeeping, I noticed that Google was showing some Zazzle images again. Can it be? Let's see. Zazzle has pulled down some of my designs as outdated non-sellers (well, yes, the 2024 calendar isn't likely to sell now) but this one's still showing:


You know you want to buy one. Gentle Readers, the Save The Butterflies campaign is global. I saw a lovely Asian design with Ceylon Rose butterflies (remember https://priscillaking.blogspot.com/2023/03/butterfly-of-week-ceylon-rose.html ?) and would like to see more designs, as Zazzle becomes available in more countries, showing people's appreciation of their own butterflies. The ones on the blanket are all North American. You do you. Feature butterflies appropriate to the wildlife conservation efforts your designs are being sold in aid of.



One for each car seat if you plan to travel this February! 

What provoked me to revisit Zazzle was that they've added a new product, or they file it as a new product: thank-you cards. These cards are exactly like their other cards, only in a separate category on the web site. 

Monday, February 2, 2026

New Book Review: I'll Watch Your Baby

Title: I'll Watch Your Baby

Author: Neena Viel

Date: May 2026

Publisher: St Martins

ISBN: 978– 1– 250– 28916– 2

Quote: "Selling children is the natural order."

In the mid-twentieth century a woman whose original name was Martha Louise White became infamous under one of twenty-some names she used, "Linda Taylor," as the "Welfare Queen." Her many hustles, which included various victimless crimes as well as welfare cheating and allegedly included fraud, theft, child trafficking, and possibly murder, may or may not have made her a millionnaire. Nobody was ever sure. Nobody ever proved most of the charges against her; all that was known for sure was that, in the early 1970s, she was taking welfare money under a few different names, claiming more children than were actually found living with her, covered in furs and jewelry and owning three expensive new cars. Welfare payments were supposed to be for women abandoned by men, but "Linda Taylor" had several beaux on her string. For a woman who lived mostly in the North she was quite the Southern Belle. She claimed to be Black, White, or other things as suited her purposes; usually White when she was claiming to be married to a White man. She might have been a sociopath. Ronald Reagan's speeches about welfare reform often referred to the one crime that was proved against her, the welfare fraud, and often suggested that others were doing the same thing. There has never been any shortage of welfare cheats but neither has there ever been a confirmed case of welfare-cheating on anything comparable to the scale on which "Linda Taylor" did it. She was unique.

In order to be the supreme scam artist of her time Martha Louise White had, as Neena Viel brings out in this horror story base on her, to be intelligent (though she had no education to speak of) and charismatic; some of her identities were spiritualists and at least one claimed the title "Reverend." Photo evidence shows that she was pretty, a femme fatale. She could as easily have been a heroine as she chose to be a criminal. She was truly a legend in her own time.

This web site's first Black History Month book pick (tomorrow we'll look at a Valentines Day romance) is based on the legend that was "Linda Taylor." Viel's antiheroine, Lottie Turner, seems made of equal parts of Cassy in Uncle Tom's Cabin and Scarlett in Gone with the Wind with a sprinkling of Marie Laveau. Her most significant long-term relationship is with another classic motif in the American literary tradition: the haunted site where bad things done in the past have attracted a malevolent spirit. This is a horror story, though for most of its beginning it deals with natural, if very unpleasant, events in the lives of living, if unadmirable, people, and seems like a gross-out story. The ghost isn't named as a ghost until the last quarter of the book. The gross-outs seem attributable to human nastiness, drinking and drugs. The ghost may remind you of the more malevolent ghost in Stephen King's Bag of Bones, as the vivid (and nasty) sensory details may remind you of Stephen King's horror stories generally. One of Lottie's admirers may remind you of Inspector Javert in Les Miserables, too. Those are strong characters that tap into enduring archetypes. The effect of mixing those archetypes in one novel is intense.

Lottie is obsessed, and the younger people who gather around her in her old age become obsessed, with red-eyed white flies. Lottie thinks she remembers them from her childhood in Tennessee, sees them everywhere she goes, and seems to be projecting them into the minds of the young people. Houseflies have red eyes, but there are no red-eyed white flies in Tennessee; what gardeners call whiteflies are something different. Those unnatural white flies and their white larvae appear wherever Lottie goes throughout the book. There's a red nightgown that keeps popping up in spooky ways, too, and a photo of a woman with a baby and anywhere from one to ten other children.

The story starts when Lottie, fleeing the scene where she's been convicted of welfare fraud, becomes the friend of Phyllis, "Filly," a woman for whom she works as a baby-sitter. In the 1970s tuberculosis was treatable, but Filly apparently does not benefit from the treatment; lots of TB gross-outs lie ahead. "Linda Taylor" may or may not have murdered a family for whom she worked and burned down their house. Lottie at first remembers being poor, lonely, and aggrieved when she was young in Tennessee, and occasionally thinks she hears an inner voice warning her not to have "another friend." Then Filly's husband confronts her with the fact that she's the Welfare Queen, escaped from justice. Lottie thinks  of killing him, thinks of fleeing, but hasn't done either when her dying friend "turns into a werewolf." Lottie recognizes that although she didn't want to kidnap and sell Filly's children, for the sake of friendship, and didn't need the money, something wanted her to sell the children; Filly says she's arranged for Lottie to "get the children and the house," but something makes sure that can't happen. 

Later some younger people go to a big house in Tennessee where an old woman who calls herself Mrs. Gibson is dying of tuberculosis. The two young men and two young women are friends, almost siblings, not couples. They are, of course, children Lottie trafficked. One of them wants to do to Mrs. Gibson all that she believes Lottie did to her family. Others just want to cheat the old woman out of money. But things get weird. The young people think some of them have drugged, changed the clothes of, damaged the property of, others of them. They are wrong. They're being led to meet the ghost of a slave who was especially badly treated. Her name has been lost. She's the Queen of Flies.

Exactly what's going on isn't always clear. Lottie has a vivid imagination and often speaks metaphorically. Some major events and some details are hallucinations, dreams, or drug trips, and some are metaphors, and some are part of fictive reality. When a character describes something bizarre you have to wait and see whether other characters saw it too, or whether the character describing it expected that they would.

In an afterword Viel identifies Martha Louise White with her mother--whether she's confessing any literal physical relationship, or only saying that her mother took welfare and may have taken more than she was entitled to, she refuses to say. Thus Lottie can't be the cheerful sociopath many like to imagine that "Linda Taylor" was. For Viel the welfare-cheating is trivial, and it's important to Viel to establish that Lottie hated the child trafficking she did, didn't actually commit the murders people thought she did, and didn't particularly relish the sex offenses she perceives as being done to her. 

If you want a real Tale of Blood and the Supernatural, I'll Watch Your Baby is one that will be hard to forget. If you have a sensitive heart and/or a sensitive stomach, read something else.

(How can I be reviewing a book that's supposed to be published in May when it's only February? As regular readers know, publishers sometimes send advance copies of a manuscript they're going to publish to reviewers in order to generate publicity before the book is available in stores. This review is based on an advance copy.)

Butterfly of the Week: Shaped Like a Common Swordtail

Not much information is available online about Graphium policenoides. That's because even its scientific name merely describes it as shaped like Graphium policenes. Some sources mention that it's also very similar to Graphium liponesco and to G. biokoensis


Photo from the Belgian Biodiversity Information Facility.

In English, some African scientists named it the Gabon Striped Swordtail, but people are not familiar enough with it to have made this a "common" name. 

Found in Cameroon, Congo, and Gabon, Graphium policenoides has two different wing patterns. One, sometimes called subspecies nigrescens or  "darkening," has much darker wings, mostly black with only a narrow band of pale spots. The other, sometimes called G.p. policenoides, looks more like Graphium policenes, which was last week's butterfly. The spots are only slightly different. To be sure that these were distinct species, at first it was necessary to kill and dissect the butterfly; internal parts are different enough that policenes and policenoides don't crossbreed, though  they live in the same places. Once the different species identities were established, however, people who had studied policenoides said that it can't be mistaken for anything else, close up. 

Torben B. Larsen explains the differences among Graphium policenes, G. policenoides, and G. liponesco


Nevertheless, people seem to feel less confident about identifying photos of Graphium policenoides on the wing. The butterfly is not known to be endangered, and dead specimens are offered for sale, but pictures of it seem to be taken in museums.

It is not easily photographed while living. It lives in deep dark woods and rarely comes out. Museum specimens are usually males caught at puddles, but policenoides doesn't spend nearly as much time at puddles as policenes does. Larsen suggested that living in wet forests gave them less need to come out and seek water, fresh or brackish.

Sunday, February 1, 2026

Link Log for 1.30-31.26

"Heavy snow" is expected this weekend. That means it may warm up a little--it's been too cold for more than powderings all week--and also means more damage to power lines and/or Internet cables. It means that posts after today, except for the Butterfly of the Week, may not show up on time. 

It does not mean, y'know, heavy snow. Virginia has never seen heavy snow.


This is a photo that's circulating...Google says it's been circulating since at least 2019, but it's a good visual definition of heavy snow. Some of you may have seen what's reported to be a new video from Kamchatka showing forty-foot snowdrifts there. If I see it again I'll try to snag a link this time.

Computers 

If "artificial intelligence" (PLAGIARIZED information) is meant to bring us this kind of thing, should government shut it down, or should corporations have the sense to kill it first?


History 

Did you, too, learn in school that an ancient Roman's villa was expected to have a room called a vomitorium for people who had overindulged at those legendary Roman feasts to go and...? Would you, too, be glad to learn that vomitorium meant something different to the ancient Romans?

I'd like to see the historical evidence for both explanations, but Gene Weingarten is a fairly authoritative source:


Politics 

I think that for some Trump fans it may be about the man, and I'm sure that Trump would like it to be about the man, but...


Relationships 

When American parents consented to their children "dating" rather than meeting at well chaperoned social events, only, until the girl's father had vetted the boy and consented to an official "courtship," the rule was that what happened on dates would be socializing and kissing. This evolved into a guy culture where guys at least bragged about having touched different "bases" and got closer to "home" (making babies before marriage) on each date, and girls were annoyed. Did we look like baseball fields? Then, mercifully just before my time, were the years when some people thought sexually transmitted diseases were easy to cure with new antibiotics so all women should be "on the Pill" and doing what makes babies should be the new way to shake hands with a new acquaintance. During the years when older people fretted about my showing no interest in dating and men my age thought a date with me meant a chance to enlist me to advocate for them with someone who looked less like a child, we were all learning about AIDS, and during the years when I was dating grown-up men who were not Seventh-Day Adventists the rule was that anybody could touch anything as long as there was no exchange of bodily fluids. Women, at least, liked that rule, although the baby supplies industry sponsored a lot of dire warnings that we might have "biological clocks" that would make us want to quit our jobs just when we'd reached middle management level and rush home and have babies, and wails from women who said they'd be happy to have babies if the men they were dating would only "commit," meaning get married or at least get a job that would pay child support. (I did not personally know any of those couples. The only woman I knew who wanted a baby belonged to a German Jewish family that had lost a lot of people in the Holocaust.) 

But this apparently deprived men of the chance to invest enough effort in pursuing women that they could feel sure that they were "in love," so they started whining that they felt that flimsy little objects made it "safe" to do what makes babies without actually having babies and, if they paid for those objects, they shouldn't even have to pay for dinner to get the privilege of doing what makes babies. If we really liked them. Which was what songs like this one were about, although back when the song was written the situation was more likely to have been that the girl wanted to play the dating game by 1950s rules and the boy wanted 1960s rules. Springsteen was more of a shouter-through-noise than a musician, but the words he was yelling, if guys looked at the record cover to see what they were meant to be, did express the emotional feelings of stupid, "entitled," hormonal guys. That is the only logical explanation of how he ever sold a record.


Here's the rule, nieces: Although his hormones are indeed screaming that he wants "it all" right then and there, that's not what he really wants, nor is it what he should have. For his sake as well as your own, when young men start making this kind of noises, they need to be told, "Nothing at all, then. Go home!" They need to hear the door slam. They need to wonder whether we're crying (which is a normal hormone reaction and should last half an hour or less) and reconsidering "breaking up," or talking to the next young man on our list. They need to have to make the move toward reconciliation, if such a move is made. And the apology. The apology should not find fault with your behavior in any way. It should sound like "I'm sorry, and I beg you please to forgive me for acting like a stupid, selfish piece of trash. Please give me another chance to show you that I am trying, with the help of a Higher Power, to become a decent human being."

Here's the rule, nephews: If haggling or "negotiation" sets in, there are women who will still have sex with the man (if they really think they're "showing" someone else something, or the man has a lot of money), but it will not be "good" sex. Not only will she dump him at the first opportunity, she'll tell everyone she dumped him because he was a lousy lay. Don't even kiss a woman when your relationship is antagonistic rather than synergistic. And, if you want respect, don't even consider making babies before marriage. Don't even consider exchanging bodily fluids, e.g. kissing on the mouth, before the engagement is announced.


(Google credits the egg to Kylie Jenner and the quote to Arnold Glasow.)

Weather 

How nice people behave in a snowstorm: 


As a guess, Mr. Good Neighbor will have a job with the city government before next winter...

Northerner explains what really cold weather feels like. This web site offers no apologies for describing single-digits-Fahrenheit as cold, but yes, it is possible to be colder.

Friday, January 30, 2026

Link Log for 1.29.26

Temperatures are still below freezing. Somewhere on a screen porch, inside a big pile of blankets and shawls, is a little old lady with a Pelonis hot-air fan roaring away behind her and one of those dangerously efficient mini-heaters from Wal-Mart under the table with the laptop computer on it. Drudge and Serena are snug in the cellar. 

Silver has formed a bad habit--bad because it involves her walking through the woods alone--of spending cold nights in the crawl space under a neighbor's porch, where she lies in front of the vent from the drying machine and comes home smelling like dryer sheets; I walked down there looking for her and saw her on the back porch of a house where the humans were not at home, along with three stranger cats. Apparently the strangers, who seemed lost and scared rather than feral, had been dumped out. The owner of the back porch where they were hanging out didn't want cats and had been trying to chase them away, but had been putting out "just a little food, not enough that they'll stay, just so they won't starve in the snow." To cats that says "Stick around and act pitiful; you'll soon have us trained." They hunt; they'll fill up on smaller animals (and pick up infections and infestations) while training a human to feed them. The stranger cats didn't get along with Wild Thyme or with the neighbors' pet cats, I was told. The two males hang out together, which for full-grown tomcats usually indicates that one or both have been neutered. 

Silver is different. Silver is the only human or animal who does seem to get along--all too well, as in if she hadn't been spayed we'd have some rangy, long-tailed black kittens by now--with Wild Thyme. (Drudge "says" yelling a lot is just Wild Thyme's idea of a good game and humans should get used to it. I say humans shouldn't form a habit of ignoring cats' yelling.) Silver is the Possum Manager, and it looked to me as if Silver was in the process of making friends or pets of these newcomers. Silver remembers more than most cats do, and makes simple plans, just as Serena does. It will not surprise me if, after the big freeze when the food handouts disappear, she brings the new cats up here.

Animals 

More flamingos at least visiting Florida:


(How bright is flamingo pink? Depends on what the birds have eaten lately. When they find carotene-rich food their feathers grow in bright pink; when their diet is otherwise adequate but low in carotene, their base color is white, and they can be any shade in between.)

Money 

Seriously, President Trump is offering to set up savings accounts for kids, with a $1000 starter for new babies and the option of creating the same accounts with an initial investment from the family for children born before 2025. 


Does this mean you, Young Readers, should go out and have a baby now? Ha! Ha! The "Trump Accounts" are a banksters' game--excuse me, an "investment plan" that may actually pay off in another eighteen or twenty years. None of the money can be withdrawn or used before the child is eighteen and, meanwhile, a baby can easily eat up more than $1000 out of its parents' savings in a single month

And this planet really needs fewer and healthier babies. 

When you're in a position to give them a good Green life, with a room and a garden for each child, then it's time to have a baby. One per couple is the right number. If all goes well you can adopt another one. Or another dozen, if rich enough.  

Weird 

That Francis Bacon wrote some plays he let Shakespeare claim--Shakespeare, perhaps, having revised the plays for theatrical production--I could believe; Bacon didn't write like Shakespeare but he might have appreciated their different talents and worked with Shakespeare. That other distinguished non-writers of the period might have at least fed ideas to Shakespeare that were worked into Shakespeare's plays, I could believe; Shakespeare was among the all-time best writers in English, but he was also, admittedly, a hack who wrote what rich patrons paid him to write. And that one of those non-writers might have been a "dark lady" called Emilia Bassano, an Italian Jew living in England, I could believe; Shakespeare did use a lot of variant forms of her given and family names in plays written during the same years when he was writing sonnets about his hopeless love for a "dark lady." Dark in the sense of mysterious even more than in the sense of hair and eye color. (It's a matter of speculation whether the people of the Mediterranean countries are the basic human color from which extreme Black and White types never developed, or are products of intermarriage between people on the northern and southern coasts. According to contemporary portraits, Emilia Bassano looked like a stereotypical Italian.) But, that Bassano actually wrote all of Shakespeare's work? Including the sonnets addressed to herself? What a weird historical fantasy...for someone to have published as history.

Book Review: A Rage to Nosh

Book Review: A Rage to Nosh

Author: Ruth & Bob Grossman

Date: 1966

Publisher: Paul S. Eriksson, Inc. (Galahad Books)

ISBN: 0-88365-083-5

Length: 78 pages

Illustrations: black-and-white drawings

Quote: “We have become a nation of nibblers.”

“Nosh” is one of those Yiddish words that have become standard American English by now. It means nibbling, grazing, snacking, and as an everyday practice (as the authors remind readers) it’s not healthy: “Everyone who has ever been read to as a child knows the story of Little Miss Muffet. However, it isn’t too commonly known that she remained a ‘Miss’ and had only spiders for friends because she was terribly overweight...She would sit by herself on her tuffet all day eating the curds and whey.”

Noshes have their uses, however, and the Grossmans classify their 60 recipes according to the purpose of the snack: “Noshes for the party, so they should do something besides drink. Spreads...for pieces of bread that are too good to throw away. Noshes to break the diet. Noshes to pack for the train.”

An additional purpose of this book seems to be celebrating Yiddishkeit, as it existed only in the early to mid-twentieth century. There’s a consistent Yiddish sentence structure (“Butter first on both sides the slices bread”). There’s self-deprecation, aimed not only at noshing but at the individual recipes: “[S]erve to fancy company, like the rich cousins from Philadelphia—even if they didn’t feed you so hot last time you were there.” The drawings are also cartoonlike, and each recipe is introduced with a one-line joke identifying the recipe with a famous or infamous historical character.

And what about the recipes? Most of them are too rich for current standards. You could drastically reduce the amount of butter, cheese, and oil in each snack, and any noshers you might want to enable would probably be pleased. But then, you don’t have to think of them as snacks. Most of them are savory, substantial sources of protein. If you eat a reasonable portion, then fill up on unoiled salad, you’ll have a reasonably balanced meal.  

Bad Poetry: Something That Feels Luxurious

Prompted by Poets & Storytellers United.

Having been born and raised a poor relation
of rich folk in a filthily rich nation
has left me with a view some may find curious
of poverty that some would call luxurious.
The Benedictine monks and nuns revised,
they say, their views, when they proselytized
in places where their poverty--a small cell
but warm, dry, quiet, clean, and lighted well;
plain food, but regular, and fresh; plain clothes
changed and cleaned often, covering head to toes--
was seen as luxury; some wished to stay
just to enjoy such comforts every day,

One year a foreign friend came home with me,
He was a doctor's son. I thought I'd be
embarrassed when he saw that we weren't rich,
but how we looked to him was quite a switch.
His old car failed. "No worries! Take the bus!
If you need money, send the bill to us!"
"They're hospitable; must be rich," thought he.
A clunky old car met us. He could see
that it was worth some money, even though
it was built more than twenty years ago.
We walked up the unpaved road, and he saw all
the bruised fruits and stale nuts left where they fall.
The neighbors pastured cattle! Oh, the smell!
Good pastureland, sleek cattle, he could tell. 
"No guest sleeps on the couch," my father said,
"when at the big house he can have a bed."
The house looked big enough, to visitor's eyes,
but we had use of one four times its size.
Of all these wonders, our guest thought most cool
that my young sister was in private school.
I cringed; he was a fast learner; she, slow.
"The younger girl's no genius, but can go
to private school!" he later told his kin.
"Oh, what a family to marry in!"

Poor as a mouse in a long-abandoned church,
living on what is still paid for research,
I own computers, and know how to use'm.
I've read more history than, say, Gavin Newsom.
I've had the luxuries of education,
experience, talent, taste, and "liberation."
Some say "poor," some "eccentric" (which is which?),
but quite a few still think I'm very rich.

Weather Status Update

"Heavy snow" is expected this weekend. That means it may warm up a little--it's been too cold for more than powderings all week--and also means more damage to power lines and/or Internet cables. Today's posts were actually written earlier and pre-scheduled, so they'll appear as usual. Snow emergency plans may be called in with individuals, not through this site, if necessary. Bear in mind, I do not enjoy losing work time or having things damaged by snow or carrying this laptop through falling snow, but I do sort of enjoy being out in the snow and helping old people cope with it, so I expect to enjoy some aspects of this weekend in any case. Sunday's, and possibly further posts, may be delayed. The Monthly Fluffball will be put together today, since I don't expect to post much if any more this month, and should go out to sponsors on Sunday morning.

Thursday, January 29, 2026

Five Frugal Dinner Recipes, #1

Yes, you can make dinner--for two!--for less than $10. This ten-part series provides actual recipes for the main dish. For side dishes you can...

* heat up a can of vegetables 
* cook or reheat some brown rice
* bake or fry some cornbread
* eat some fruit for dessert

...while staying inside our $10 limit. The best way to have good, cheap, clean fruit and vegetables is to use the ones that grow on your property. You may be able to raise and freeze corn and beans; you may need to learn to use wild plants that tolerate less sun or less rain than corn and beans require. It's good to learn the nutrient properties of your local wild plants. Some are similar to supermarket produce; some are much richer in certain nutrients, and some may contain a different balance of nutrients. When you know what is safe to eat and where it fits into your overall diet plan, you can save a lot of money by eating the "weeds" as well as the "crops" from your garden.

However, wild plants are usually seasonal, so this series will not rely on them in main dish recipes. This series will imagine that you eat wild plants as side dishes when they're available.

For maximum accessibility, these recipes use foods sold at Wal-Mart because that's the biggest US chain where most people will be able to get the same things for the same prices. Substituting alternatives you can get from locally owned stores, including convenience stores, is recommended but will probably raise the cost of the main dish. 

These are the quicker and easier recipes that came to mind. Some frugal recipes take time and labor; not these. At most you have to keep things simmering for an hour or less.

Main Dish #1: Chili Bean Stew 

* Heat 1 can Southgate chili beef (usually under $2) in a saucepan. 
* Stir in 1 can Great Value Spicy Chili Beans (under $1).
* Stir in 1 can Great Value tomatoes (also about $1).
* Let it boil for about 1 minute, stirring to prevent scorching, and serve on about 1/3 of a bag of Great Value corn chips (the bag costs about $2).
* Top with sliced green onion (or wild garlic) and/or chopped fresh herb leaves to taste. 

Main Dish #2: Basic Chicken and Rice 

* Drain liquid from 1 can Great Value chicken chunks (about $2.50) and add water to make 2 cups. Bring this liquid to the boil. You can add salt, pepper, or spices as available.
* Add 1 cup Great Value brown rice. (under $1.50). Cook as directed. "Instant" rice is more expensive but, once boiled and cooled, it's done. "Unconverted" rice needs to come to a full boil and then simmer for most of an hour, so it's a good deal if you have steady heat and want to heat the kitchen. 
* Optional: Chop in 1/2 to 1 mature onion now, or wait and add sliced green onion, wild garlic, and/or herbs later. A mature onion costs about 50 cents, in season, alone or in a bag. 
* During the last five or ten minutes of cooking time, pick over and add the chicken meat. You can also add raw, or drained thawed, or drained canned vegetables if you can get clean ones
* When clean, raw green vegetables like lettuce are available, line plates with them and top with rice and chicken. 
* Top with sliced green onion and/or herbs, or other raw vegetables like tomato, cucumber, or celery as available. 

Main Dish #3: Fish Cakes 

* Pick out inner skin, if any, and flake 1 can fish (tuna, mackerel, salmon) ($2-3) in its liquid.
* Add 1-2 eggs (under $0.50) and mix in with a fork. 
* If you can squeeze in the juice of a lemon and sprinkle in some tarragon, the house won't smell like fish the next day. 
* You can also mince in 1/2 to 1 onion (about 50 cents) if you like.
* Add self-rising corn meal (about 50 cents worth out of a $4-5 bag) and/or corn chip crumbs ($1-2 worth out of a $2 bag) to make a thick stiff dough.
* Oil a skillet, heat until it sizzles, shape the dough into patties, and fry until both sides are brown and crisp. This usually takes ten or fifteen minutes.
* These go well with warmed-up green beans, or with just about any raw vegetables, or both.

Main Dish #4: Turkeyburgers 

* Oil a skillet and heat until it sizzles.
* Shape a 1-pound package ground turkey (less than $5) into patties the size of hamburgers. You can season them at this point if you like, or wait and add seasonings later.
* Pan-fry the burgers slowly on medium heat until they are done all the way through. This usually takes about fifteen minutes, depending on how thick you made your burgers. Be sure they're done; some people like rare beef but I never heard of anyone liking rare turkey.
* Slice a supermarket tomato or cut up a home-grown one (less than $1), mince an onion (about $0.50 but most people use less than half an onion on a burger), and mince some other herbs if you like.
* Serve the burgers in burger buns if you really like that tradition, or go gluten-free and eat them between a couple of green leaves on either side. 

Main Dish #5: Vegan Lentil Pottage 

* Cook 2 cups lentils as directed. They usually need to be simmered in an equal volume of water for 20 to 40 minutes after they boil. Cost of lentils is below $2.
* Cook  1 cup brown rice as directed. They usually need to be simmered in the same way the lentils do, and you can usually cook them together in one pot if you don't want to bother cooking them separately. Cost of rice is also below $2.
* While they hold their shape, but have become tender, combine rice and lentils. Taste. Most people add salt, which is adequate (I think) to bring out the flavor of the main ingredients, but you can add other spices if you have them. Oregano and rosemary are traditional.
* You can cook a chopped onion with rice and lentils, or mince in green onions or wild garlic shoots after cooking. Many people also like to cook a chopped carrot and/or celery stick with lentils, which will add flavor and nutrition if you can get clean carrots and celery. You can also add a tomato before or after cooking lentils, and top them with any fresh minced herbs available.

Web Log for 1.28.26

Didn't do much link hunting but I did find one link:

Child Neglect 

Apparently this is a real live demonstration of what children's car seats are for. Mercifully, the child survived.

Book Review: Korean Patterns

Book Review: Korean Patterns

Author: Paul S. Crane

Date: 1967, 1978

Publisher: Kwangjin Publishing Company

ISBN: none

Length: 177 pages text, plus index

Illustrations: some black-and-white cartoons

Quote: “In this discussion of attitudes and behavior patterns, it must be understood as one of the rules of the game that one is speaking in the composite...there are many exceptions.”

First, the warning: Don’t make the mistake I made when I bought Korean Patterns. Looking at the cover, I thought it would have to be at least partly about Korean art patterns, like the lovely mandala on the cover. It was one of those stuff-a-bag or dime-a-dozen library sales so I didn't lose much, but I was disappointed. The text contains not another word about the kind of patterns I was looking for. It’s more fun to read than most books classified as sociology, but sociology is what it is. And it’s old.

How useful is the text? Consider the date. This is now a history book—interesting background reading. There’s a list of official holidays, a table of the traditional year-naming system, a chart explaining the hangul alphabet, a list of proverbs, and other interesting tidbits. The sort of cultural patterns Paul Crane observed have been broken up, in Korea and elsewhere, by technological progress and global communication. Comparing Crane’s observations with more recent ones might be good for some interesting conversations, though.

Recommended to those interested in the history of Korea. 

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Book Review: Mr Mysterious & Co

Book Review: Mr. Mysterious & Company

Author: Sid Fleischman

Date: 1962

Publisher: Little Brown & Company

ISBN: none

Length: 151 pages

Illustrations: line drawings by Eric von Schmidt

Quote: “Have you ever seen a cow lay eggs?”

Sid Fleischman was a stage magician before he was a writer. His first book explained tricks he did on stage. Later he wrote several comic novels about magicians, entertainers, and storytellers.

Mr. Mysterious & Company is vintage Fleishman. A fictional family travel around the partly settled but still wild Western States, offering “wholesome family entertainment” featuring Pa’s magic tricks. Using a combination of tricks, showmanship, and basic niceness, they rescue a dog, make friends, and strike a balance between a settled-down lifestyle and their love of performing.

Even third grade students will see the happy ending coming, but the comedy is funny enough that people tend to read (or listen to) the whole story once. 

"Books I Wish I Could Read Again for the First Time"

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt is "Books I Wish I Could Read Again for the First Time." 

That's not an emotional experience I've actually had. One can always read a book again, and again, each time focussing on a different aspect of what the author had to say. As a child whose access to books in general used to be limited to a narrow selection of mostly unappealing books, I read some favorites literally dozens of times. As an adult I have more opportunities to read new books for the first time, but there are still books I can enjoy revisiting. 

In some other L&SR-prompted posts I've focussed on the first books I can remember in the category, which has meant children's books. This time, for variation's sake, I'd like to focus on books I read for the first time within the past twenty years, which means skipping over the children's books I don't actually need a child's help to enjoy revisiting and the reading list classics...

1. Dakota by Kathleen Norris

While she was only getting acquainted with the monastic people she would write about in her mega-sellers, Norris wrote this slimmer book of essays--long, short, and short-short--about her life with her husband in a small town. The topophilia is delightful. I wouldn't like to live in South Dakota but Norris makes it clear why she did.

2. Juniper Gentian and Rosemary by Pamela Dean

Given a contract to write a novel based on an old ballad, Dean strayed a bit from the topic. The oldest versions of the English riddle songs seem to date back to a time when people were seriously afraid of "devils" and relished legends of how someone might have outwitted one. By the time the ballad picked up the refrain, whether sung as "juniper, gentian, and rosemary" or "gentle fair Jennifer, Rose, and Marie," interest in "devils" had declined and the plot became that the young man chose, of three young women, the one who gave the best answers to riddles. In this novel Dean mixed both motifs. The three sisters are named after magical herbs because their parents anticipated that they'd need to defend themselves against malevolent magic. All three are attracted to a mysterious young man who moves into their neighborhood. The attraction is not primarily sexual; something murkier is going on. "Devils" wanted to corrupt souls. The malevolent power in this novel wants to derail one of the sisters' career by separating her from her own life, education, family, friends...drawing on another old song that warned "girls that flourish in their prime" to "let no man steal your time." I love that this novel finally calls out "boyfriends" as a harmful, corrosive factor in young women's lives. Dean's ability to portray a healthy family life and vibrant friendships has no equal.

3. Peace Talk 101 by Suzette Haden Elgin

After the success of her Native Tongue trilogy, the writer known as Suzette Haden Elgin had an interesting late career. She was also a linguist and language teacher known for the slow steady bestseller series that began with The Gentle Art of Verbal Self-Defense. Those books continued to sell. Elgin continued to learn and write more about communication with verbal self-defense books for every market demographic that suggested itself. Each one seemed to do better than the last, while critics, feminists, and English teachers raved over Native Tongue. But...but...Native Tongue hadn't sold a lot of copies in its first run. Worse, because it had been not only recommended for many contemporary literature courses but actually used in a university research project, instead of forcing sales of lots of expensively produced copies it had been photocopied and distributed to students by teachers. Publishers didn't want to risk a novel like that and didn't want to publish the next science fiction series Elgin wanted to write. 

Meanwhile, she was privately counselling a young person in distress. She published no details about the person but she did self-publish, as a free e-book, a short novel about a depressed young man who gets some good advice that may or may not make his life less depressing, but it seems to start working in his favor. She called it Peace Talk 101. It 's a sort of summary of what she'd learned in a richly varied career, and it's a good read.

4. The Straight Dope (series) by Cecil Adams

Selected from a weekly newspaper column, this was a delightfully random collection of fun facts. People sent in questions and Adams researched and wrote up the answers to the ones with the highest snarky adult comedy potential. Teenagers love this series. My inner teenager is one of them.

5. The Dilbert Principle by Scott Adams

Common sense advice about work and communication, presented by cartoon characters.

6. The Book of Imaginary Beings by Jorge Luis Borges

If you want a book of manageable size that can be opened anywhere for goofy fun and memorable insights, this one is worth looking for. It used to be available in both English and Spanish. 

7. Eat the Rich by P.J. O'Rourke

The title is, of course, a joke, not a serious recommendation. O'Rourke visits places he considers examples of "good socialism," "bad socialism,"  "good capitalism" and "bad capitalism."

8. Clueless (series) by H.B. Gilmour, Randi Reisfeld, et al.

Remakes and reviews of the classics of English literature as reenacted by rich high school kids. 

9. Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg

Thoroughly researched historical classic, with a snarky sense of humor.

10. Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott

Actually, any book by Anne Lamott. I don't always agree with her but I love the way she writes.