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Reflections by award-winning maritime historian Joan Druett, author of many books about the sea
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No, not internet IT, but IT from the swinging Charleston era, when the IT girl had everything, the beautiful and rich sex kitten supreme.
And April had IT all -- until someone strangled her ....
Ruth Ware is a clever, clever author. I love the way she entwines other books -- classic books -- into her plot development. Rebecca, Turn of the Screw, and so forth.
Based in Western Australia, Ms Jansen captured this winning shot in July 2021 after a sub-adult whale died while making the annual migration north along the Ningaloo Reef.
The judges were united in selecting this powerful image as the overall winner and praised Ms Jansen’s photography skills.
“The beauty of the image lies in its artful circular composition, seen in the curves of the whale’s skeletal ribs mirroring the patterns in the sand, keeping our eye within the frame moving between the living and the dead,” they said.
Image: Nature's Prey, by Ashlee Jansen, Overall Winner 2022 Australian Geographic Nature Photographer of the Year.
HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER
I have been watching Clint Eastwood since the age of about twenty, starting with "Rawhide." It was the era of westerns, and I never tired of horse operas. Perhaps it was because I'd had an after school job of ushering at a movie theater and westerns were standard fare. And Clint was among the best of them.
So I kept on following, through the spaghetti westerns to Dirty Harry and then his self-directed films, and never tired of watching Clint Eastwood playing Clint Eastwood. That lean, laconic, stone-faced style, so oddly attractive.
This film was made ages ago, in the seventies, but somehow I missed it. And this one is different. Well, Clint plays Clint, just as he always did, but the story has a most unusual message.
If you want revenge, take care not to sup with the devil.
Clint, playing a nameless stranger, rides into a small mining town, the usual western outpost with clapboard houses, a stable, a church. A few of the local men accost him and threaten his life. Predictably he proves himself -- with a gun, naturally. So impressive is he that the townsfolk propose a contract. They need a gunfighter, as three men they put away for murder are coming out of prison next day. The anonymous guy with a gun accepts it, but on his own very strange terms. He has a mission of his own.
That mission is gradually revealed as he arms the townsfolk, drills them into a faint semblance of efficiency, and literally paints the town red. His motives come in horrifying glimpses that leave the viewer to make his or her own conclusions. Because of this, the ending is both thoughtful and satisfying. As a western, this film is remarkably intelligent.
But the star of the show? Not Clint, believe it or not. It's Clint's equally nameless horse. The dance as the gunfighter rides into town is startlingly clever. That horse was so good, in fact, that I was on tenterhooks throughout the rest of the film in case that lovely, graceful steed was stolen, killed or hurt.
Scan through the credits of the clip above, and at three minutes into it, turn up the music and watch that horse dance.
THREE STARS
Alcoholic food writer, Big cat. Haunted house. Ghost of a long-dead sea captain that is seriously sexy. Demons. Ghostbusters. Cute Maine coastal town. What more do you want?
But just three stars.
I picked up this book as I much prefer Dr. Gerritson's standalones, as they seem to have more thought and research behind them. So, as as maritime historian who is also a technical editor for maritime novels, I found it irritating that she had not researched the seafaring history of her home state, Maine.
Ship names do not have the word "the" in front of them, and if they do (editorial choice?) the preposition should not be in italics. The sentence describing a "Down Easter" as "a three-masted sailing ship, 250 feet long, 44 feet wide, [weighing] a little over two tons" is so ridiculous it is hilarious. Even if the "two tons" is a typo, the vessel being described is more likely to be a clipper.
Down Easters were in the California trade, clippers were more likely to be in the Oriental trade. And a crew of thirty-five? For a ship that size? Whaleships needed big crews for various technical reasons, but freighting sailing ships had very small crews, the owners being stingy. Captain "Shotgun" Murphy of Searsport, Maine, who commanded real Down Easters, would have a belly laugh at that.
But still, despite this serious caveat, I liked the book. There seems to be a fashion for emulating Daphne du Maurier (see Ruth Ware's The Death of Mrs. Westaway) which is no bad thing at all. The introduction of 50 Shades-type rubbishy B&D sex was a pity, as it is an entirely different genre, but on the whole this book as a shade of Rebecca wasn't bad at all.
It's no kind of mystery. Ava's dark secret was far too easy to guess, and wasn't all that terribly criminal, and the ending didn't reveal anything unexpected. But as a Gothic, yes, give it a go.
JUST PUBLISHED
Storm Swept, the second in the Bacchante series.
Harold
Pcderson’s discovery ships are in trouble. Specializing in exploring remote
estuaries and photographing endangered wildlife in South East Asia and the
western Pacific, his fleet ventures into waters that are rife with pirates.
When Jerry
Giacomo is hired by Pederson to make his ships look bullet-proof, he finds that
the situation is even more precarious than expected. The Jihadist breakaway
group Abu Sayyaf is operating in the South China Sea, and their brutality is
notorious, with filmed beheadings as well as outrageous ransom demands. Because of the threat the terrorists present, Storm Swept, with all the Bacchantes on
board, is requisitioned by the British navy, to take part in an exercise up a
remote river in Borneo, where the pirates have their lair.
At the same
time, Helen Pederson is trapped in a remote village in Mexico, being
blackmailed by her first husband. When she mnages to confide her dilemma to
Jerry and Skye, the Bacchantes are forced to face yet another great challenge.
The paternity of the girls has been brought into question yet again.
And the answer could be fatal.
And -- to celebrate the publication of Storm Swept, for the month of April Daughters of the Storm will be half-price on all platforms except Amazon (which won't let me do it).