What’s New for the 9th of November:

The fiddle playing that tune had a mute on its bridge, substantially reducing the volume of the music, but it was still loud enough for the woman to lift her head and smile when she heard it. She knew that tune, if not the fiddler, and yet she had a sense of the fiddler as well. There was something — an echo of familiarity — that let her guess who it was, because she knew from whom he’d learned to play. — Charles de Lint’s Drink Down the Moon

 

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Intro notes

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Book reviews.

oak_leaf_fallen_colored2Gary here with music. In new reviews, I was intrigued by a “jazz guitar” album that defies easy categorization. ‘New Age, trance, World, ambient, tone poems … Steve Tibbetts’ Close slips and slides around and through any attempt at categorization or description or genre.’

Next I listened to a bigger ensemble on the Chris Byars Sextet’s The Dark Forest. ‘Chris Byars’ sextet combines the best of two jazz worlds, the sophisticated sonic palette of the big band and the nimble nature of the smaller bop combo that leaves more room for soloists to shine. Leader and composer Byars, who here plays tenor sax, clarinet and flute, is perhaps strongest as an arranger, giving each of these tunes its own character and drawing on the many colorations possible from a mid-sized ensemble.’

Then there is an album of through composed music for a jazz quintet plus a string quartet plus a DJ and electronic music artist, built around a formula that involves the circle of fifths and constellations in our night sky. ‘The origin story, many of the technical details and some of the music on this album flummox me. But that doesn’t stop me from recognizing Patricia Brennan’s Of The Near And Far as an astonishing work of art, and indeed some of this music is among my favorite of 2025.’

In archival reviews, I noted that The Decemberists drew heavily on their love for and knowledge of progressive English folk rock in their 2016 album The Hazards of Love, which I reviewed that year. ‘This album tells, in its own winding way, the story of Margaret and her doomed love affair with a shape-shifting lover, William, whose mother is the forest queen. There’s also a subplot involving a character known only as The Rake, who does away with his children after their mother dies in childbirth.’

The songs and the musicians are all superb on one of my favorites, I note in my archival review of Bert Jansch’s Moonshine. ‘Another key factor that elevates this record to classic status is Jansch himself. He has a vocal style that is distinctive, heavily accented and very nasal. And of course his percussive guitar playing is even more distinctive and was highly influential on artists from Nick Drake to Jimmy Page to Neil Young.’

I was intrigued by Makam’s Almanach, an album of Hungarian music that also shows influences from U.K. and U.S. folk and rock. ‘This music is as different as can be from the more traditional Hungarian folk music that other groups have popularized in Western Europe and the U.S., but it springs from the same earthy roots.’

Kim reviewed the scene, the food, and especially the music at Toronto’s famous Nora Keogh Irish Pub. ‘Dora’s is usually packed on session nights, and the Sunday session (from 6:30 p.m. – my observation) often includes younger players — sometimes as young as early teens out with their parents. The Thursday session begins around 9:30 p.m., and goes to whenever the musicians get tired.’

Mike Stiles was ensorcelled by Herne’s Apprentice, an album from the Welsh musician who performs as Damh the Bard. ‘I could write pages about this album but I’ll keep things in as much focus as I can. Damh draws deeply from Cymric myth and legend as found in primary sources like the Mabinogion. This is not just a tribute to that material, it rebirths it and creates a wonderful gateway for those who should explore it.’

‘These two CDs benchmark the glorious growth of the guitar in Celtic music,’ he said of Steve Reel’s Celtic Knights and The Unfortunate Rakes’ Rakes Alive! Of the former, he notes, ‘Steve’s guitar playing draws from many sources, but to give you a rough idea, its foundation rests on the flat-picking styles pioneered in the Bluegrass tradition by Doc Watson and cohorts. You will also hear more than a passing strain of Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull.’

Mike Wilson liked Darren Black’s Thinkers & Fools, which has contributions from some English folk heavyweights. ‘Everything about Thinkers & Fools is likeable. Black’s lyrics are thought provoking and reflective; the instrumental arrangements are accomplished but never intrusive.’

Naomi reviewed a nifty record of Cape Breton Island fiddling,  The Lighthouse by fiddler and lighthouse keeper Paul Cranford & Friends. ‘Should you like good Cape Breton fiddling and original compositions, then this is the disc for you. Paul Cranford is a talented fiddler with sensitive fingers and impassioned playing.’

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I’ve been reading Charles de Lint‘s ‘The Moon is Drowning While I Sleep’ story, which is collected in Dreams Underfoot which has the following lovely passage about old hag tunes: ‘She looks like the wizened old crone in that painting Jilly did for Geordie when he got into this kick of learning fiddle tunes with the word ‘hag’ in the title: ‘the Hag in the Kiln,’  ‘Old Hag You Have Killed Me,’ ‘The Hag With the Money,’ and god knows how many more. Just like in the painting, she’s wizened and small and bent over and … dry. Like kindling, like the pages of an old book. Like she’s almost all used up. Hair thin, body thinner. but then you look into her eyes and they’re so alive it makes you feel a little dizzy.’

Okay, let’s see if there’s any Old Hag tunes on the Infinite Jukebox, our digital media server. I’ve got one by the Bothy Band whose Old Hag You Have Killed Me is one of best Irish trad albums ever done, and we’ve audio of them performing ‘Old Hag You Have Killed Me’ which we’ll share with you as it’s very splendid.

No idea when it was done, though about fifty years ago is the most common guess among those who speculate about such things, or where it was recorded for that matter. But here it is for your listening pleasure.

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Kedgeree

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I had an exemplary kedgeree for my breakfast this morning along with a lovely lapsang souchong tea. Now if you’re reading this in the States, you might be puzzled as to what I ate. And when you hear what it is, you might well say that kedgeree doesn’t sound like a breakfast dish ‘tall!

Kedgeree, as prepared by Mrs. Ware and her kitchen staff here at Kinrowan, is a dish comprised of curried rice, smoked salmon and chopped eggs with a splash of cream as well.  On a cold, blustery morning such as we’re having here in the middle of November, since I promised Gus that I’d be part of the crew cleaning up the nearby grounds, it is bloody fine comfort food.

It’s considered a traditional British breakfast dish but its roots are in East Indian, cooking having started its life as khichari, a simple dish of rice and lentils. Due to the British Raj and the colonization of the sub-continent the, dish was adapted and turned into something more suited to those Brits serving in India, and it returned to Britain with them during the Victorian era.

Notice that I said we make it here using smoked salmon, specifically applewood smoked salmon. The salmon comes from the river that runs through our Estate and it works just fine. I Should note that our Kitchen doesn’t use sultanas, though some cooks do. Ours is also quite a bit more spicy than the somewhat milder version most Brits prefer.

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Whats New for the 26th of October: some Patricia McKillip books and an interview, ’70s jazz reissues, Nordic Americana and American Americana, and some Samhain seasonal albums

She was tall for her age, and lean, a great tree-climber and a magnificent storyteller — Patricia McKillip’s Winter Rose

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Here in this quite remote Scottish Estate where the nearest town’s a good thirty-five miles away, the group of less than thirty souls here year round forms a community that’s at its most cohesive when the weather turns decidedly cold and oftimes unfavourable to travel. This ‘hunkering down’ is a gradual process that starts in early Autumn and doesn’t really end ’til after lamb season in April as it’s hard to be a good host when you’re covered with blood, shit and other stuff that’s unpleasant in general.

Pumpkins are versatile food here, so you can help us harvest them now that our first light frost has passed; likewise apples and potatoes need harvesting and proper processing for the uses they’ll be put to. Gus, our Head Gardener, uses for staff anyone physically healthy and able to be properly picky at what they’ll be doing.

However there’s the of some creatures to deal with. We’ve a trio of Folkmanis Puppets of an Autumnal Nature such as a Worm in an Apple.Intriguing? if so, go read the review here.

All work and no play makes Gutmansdottir an unhappy girl indeed, so there’re contadances pretty much weekly here. Tonight a visiting band, The Black Eyed Susans, are playing. But first, let’s see what’s in this edition

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Wandering around the Archives, I chanced upon the Patricia McKillip reviews and a story. There are two novels by her, one called Winter Rose and one called Solstice Wood, the latter are supposedly a sequel to the first. How the latter is a sequel to the first is something that escaped me though I suppose there is now even she admits that you can read the sequel without having read the first one which begs the question, is it really a sequel?

Here are those  reviews along with an interview with her and a short story collection she did.

Reviewing Winter Rose, Robert said, ‘The story is told in McKillip’s characteristically elliptical style, kicked up an order of magnitude. Sometimes, in fact, it is almost too poetic, the narrative turning crystalline then shattering under the weight of visions, images, things left unsaid as Rois and Corbet are drawn into another world, or come and go, perhaps, at will or maybe at the behest of a mysterious woman of immense power who seems to have no fixed identity but who is, at the same time, all that is coldest and most pitiless of winter.’

He also looks at that might be sequel Solstice Wood: ‘McKillip has always been a writer whose books can themselves be called “magical,” and it’s even more interesting to realize that she seldom uses magic as a thing of incantations and dire workings, or as anything special in itself. It just is, a context rather than an event, and perhaps that’s the way it should be.’

I feel that many writers are best when running short fiction and she’s no exception to that, so I was pleased Richard reviewed McKillip’s final story collection: ‘With Dreams of Distant Shores, Patricia A. McKillip delivers something that is not quite your typical short story collection. While the point of entry is a series of shorter pieces, the collection builds to and is anchored by the lengthy novella “Something Rich and Strange”, with an essay on writing high fantasy orthogonal to the usual tropes. The book then ends with appreciation of McKillip’s work (and the stories in the collection) by Peter S. Beagle, an elegant coda to a warm, thought-provoking collection.’

Deborah J. conducted an interview with Patricia A. McKillip for us in 2008, in which she generously discussed the purpose of fairytales, her writing process, and much more.

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Gary here with music. In new reviews, Deborah tells us about a new single by an old friend, “Ol’ Coquille” by Lauren Murphy, inspired by her Louisiana hometown. ‘The town of Madisonville itself provides some of the soundtrack: rain, the local birdsong, traffic on the bridge, church bells. Lauren’s vocals are as deep and smoky as they’ve ever been; time and the exigencies of life these past years have brought layers and undertones to an already astonishing set of pipes.’

I review Minnesota, the latest from Norwegian guitarist and composer Trond Kallevåg. ‘This time out, Trond draws inspiration from an artist residency he spent on the remote northern Norwegian island of Træna, weaving his instrumental story songs from the emigration stories and old photos he found there into his signature “Nordic Americana” tapestry lovingly shaped from traditional music with elements of jazz and ambient folk.’

I got pretty excited about Roy Brooks’s The Free Slave, a vinyl reissue of a live album by the New York based, Detroit raised drummer. ‘Masterpiece is in no way an overstatement regarding this album. It’s a master class in hard bop by some of the best musicians of their generation, working to bring jazz back to the people and communities where it came from, at quality venues like this one in Baltimore.’

I’m really enjoying another jazz reissue, Kenny Barron’s Sunset To Dawn. ‘The program combines solid acoustic jazz with lots of funky electronic grooves that testify to just how interesting the jazz scene was in the 1970s. It opens on some of the latter, the deliciously funky “Sunset” with Barron’s Fender Rhodes set to max reverb on a long ostinato intro, that eventually opens out into a jaw dropping solo of chorus after chorus, each more intense than the last.’

‘Cindy Walker is one of the most underappreciated American country music songwriters among the listening public, but she’s a legend among her fellow musicians of several generations,” as I note in my review of a various artists’ compilation called It’s All Her Fault: A Tribute To Cindy Walker. ‘When Americana singer songwriter Grey DeLisle — who counts Walker as among her chief influences — learned that Walker’s childhood home in Mexia, Texas, had fallen into disrepair, she gathered some friends to record some of Cindy’s hits.’

From the Archives this Halloween edition, I covered The Torture Never Stops, a DVD release of a Frank Zappa band concert filmed live at the Palladium in New York on Halloween in 1981. ‘The program includes 24 songs and lasts about two hours, starting with “Black Napkins” and ending with an encore performance of “The Illinois Enema Bandit.” In between, he challenges pretty much every aspect of Western culture, music, religion, sexual mores and more with songs that include “Montana” (about a dental floss ranch), “Harder Than Your Husband,” “Broken Hearts Are For Assholes,” “The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing,” “Heavenly Bank Account” and “Suicide Chump”.

I reviewed an album of “dark polar ambient” music by Ugansie, the performance name of Russian musician Pavel Malyshkin. ‘If you like drone or ambient or dark experimental music, Border of Worlds is for you. If you just want something spooky to play in your haunted house at Halloween, ditto.’

Not exactly “music” but Faith reviewed a record by Minneapolis storyteller Steven Posch, Radio Paganistan: Folktales of the Urban Witches. ‘ “The Bride of the Forest” sounds much more European, a tale of a bad bargain that turns out to everyone’s satisfaction after all. To me, “If the People Keep Samhain, Samhain Will Keep the People” sounds like a First Nation’s tale set in Europe. “Witch’s Work is Turning the Wheel” is a short poem about the structure of the universe, where “the only constant is constant change.” As for the witch, she “is the agent of change,” keeping the whole thing wobbling along.’

Judith rhapsodizes about Robin Laing’s The Water Of Life, which includes the song “The Ghost Wi’ the Squeaky Wheel.” ‘Here is a fine tune for Halloween about the ghost of Old Bob Laing. Bob was doomed to push around a barrel with a sqeaky wheel for eternity. Lucky he met up with Willie, who poured some good malt out over the wheel, and the screeching stopped.’

Michael, our resident authority on all things Steeleye Span, gave a positive review of Folk Rock Pioneers In Concert, taken from a 2004 world tour. ‘Rick Kemp’s bass work is alternately tasteful and funky when required, and he also provides lead vocals on a few songs including his own “Samhain” – which also happens to show off Liam Genockey’s rock drumming credentials!

Michael also sings the praises of a trio of albums by one of his musical idols, Heather Alexander: Wanderlust, Midsummer, and Life’s Flame, which contains this particular song: ‘ “Samhain” tears away the veils between one world and the next on the most mystical day of the year, when ghosts and things best left unspoken come closest to the world of the living. Spectral, haunting, and chilling in turn, it’s another example of Heather’s amazing versatility.’

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I’ve got some music for you that I think befits the Autumn season. It’s Michele Walther and Irina Behrendt playing Aaron Copland’s ‘Hoe Down’  from his Rodeo album. I sourced it off a Smithsonian music archive which has no details where or when it was recorded which surprised me given how good they usually are at such things.

Oh and Gary did a review of Howard Pollack’s Aaron Copland: The Life and Work of an Uncommon Man which you can read here.

 

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Charles and Alice Pay a Visit (A Letter to Owyn)

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I found this charming letter in a bundle of archival material that we were cataloging for the Library this past week. L.L. Littlesworth, Esq., was the Estate Librarian for most of the late Victorian era.

From the letters of L.L. Littlesworth, Esq.

East Wing Library Belfry Tower,
Kinrowan Estate,
August 11th, 1865

Dear Owyn,

This afternoon, my good friend Charles Dodgson and his charming companion Alice came for tea. The Cheshire Cat I see often, as he regularly makes his rounds from the conservatory to the kitchens to the library here at the estates. But the library belfry, where I keep my personal effects and from where I write this account, is blessedly Cheshire-free, most days. And it is peaceful — no bells here since who-knows-when. These estates have been here what seems like forever, though every few generations someone feels compelled to expand upon what lay here before him. The entire library wing of this rambling place looks positively Medieval, though I suppose such is the fashion again, what with the Gothic modes and the emergence of the New Romanticism.

So — no bells in this belfry, just books, books, books. And scrolls and codices, more than one illuminated manuscript. Several inscribed stone tablets lean in corners which come and go as stealthily as the Cheshire Cat. Never before I came to work here did I see a place with so many corners, nor such a propensity for those corners to disappear when the fancy took them. Rumor has it some long-ago librarian here used the library’s extensive collected works on the Grey Arts to imbue the walls with a sort of ethereal elasticity. It enables us to continually acquire as many new books as we need, you see, without ever having to let any go.

The estate managed by the School of the Imagination is an easy walk from here; quite close, though closest on third Mondays and full moons. The other side of Oberon’s wood is sometimes quite close indeed, depending upon the circumstances of the hour and His Fey Majesty’s pleasure.

When Dodgson and his charge arrived I took them straightaway to the library for tea. Miss Alice is most enamored of the belfry. ‘Why, it’s rather like a rabbit hole, is it not, Mr. Littlesworth?’ she said. ‘Only it goes up, up, up rather than down, down, down; and it is lined with books rather than roots.’

Upon which my friend Dodgson mumbled, in an off-hand way, one of his famous doublets — ‘Books — boots — roots.’ He’s always thinking, is my friend Dodgson. His mind never rests. And Miss Alice! So fetching a child, and so intriguing. Once Dodgson created her, he could no sooner undo his work than any of us can undo any auto-manifesting fabrication, or flight of fancy made real.

For tea, Cook had laid out quite a feast for our guests (she spends no such labors on simple me!) — hardboiled eggs sprinkled with Paprika from the Indies; lovely slices of delicate fish which virtually melted on the palate; cakes a variety of shapes, and cordials a dozen colors. Dodgson remarked most favorably upon the fare, but I noticed Miss Alice refrained from the repast. When I directed her to the fish, she said — most politely, for she is an extremely well-behaved child — ‘Thank you ever so much, Mr. Littlesworth, but once one has seen a fish in all his livery, it is not quite the same to see him spread wide upon a platter, and seems not quite the thing to eat him.’ When I offered her the plate of eggs instead, she remarked, ‘Oh Mr. Littlesworth! I couldn’t  . .not since it was explained to me by a most insistent mother pigeon that only serpents eat eggs. I think I look not the least like a serpent, do you?’ Upon which I hastily reassured her in the negative. Dodgson was of no assistance. He merely smiled — indulgent of Miss Alice or myself I wouldn’t presume to guess.

In desperation, I piled the girl’s empty plate with cakes of every variety, thinking I’d never met a child who would say no to cakes at high tea. But she demurred, fixing me in a dolorous gaze with those enormous eyes of hers. ‘Mr. Littlesworth,’ said she — ‘A girl who grows all out of proportion for the simple act of eating a cake once might be pitied. She might be praised if she does it again to remove herself from a fix. But a girl who makes a habit of eating cakes, randomly and with no thought to the consequences to her size and shape. …’ She shook her pale head with finality. Our Cook is forever speaking of putting herself on a reducing diet, but I had quite the strong feeling that was not what Miss Alice meant at all.

After tea, I asked which portion of the estate my guests would most like to see. ‘Just please, Mr. Littlesworth, not the Conservatory,’ said Alice. ‘The Cheshire Cat has told me often what a lovely place the Conservatory is — how delightful its flora, how accommodating its fauna. He has recommended most strongly that I visit it while here. But I have decided not everything the Cheshire Cat says is true, strictly speaking.’

At which Dodgson laughed. ‘Are we speaking strictly?’ he said. ‘I make a habit of never speaking strictly, if it can be at all avoided.’

And so my guests decided they would explore the library wing itself, which if I do say so has quite a bit to recommend it. It has the shifting corners, of course, and the telescoping stairwell, which expands or contracts according to the seasons and to its willingness to allow access to a particular book. The library has been most accommodating during my tenure as its keeper. We have a benign relationship, this strange old wing and I. I like to think we co-operate to provide excellent archiving and retrieval services for the many, many volumes which come our way from around the globe and around the clock, as it were. I’m not always sure all of our volumes exist in the same temporal frame-work, though they may share the same shelves of magicked planks.

The remainder of our afternoon passed pleasantly. Time went quickly, as it does when spent in good company. The Cheshire Cat made an extended appearance late in the day, his grin materializing first and fading last, beaming down from its position atop the shelves on the upper landing of the belfry. Miss Alice pointedly ignored his presence, and asked me to explain my new toy, a tintype camera. I deferred to the Good Doctor’s superior knowledge, and he rambled for the remainder of the afternoon, blissfully unaware, I believe, that his young companion was engaged mainly in snubbing the looming feline and his enormous smile. I knew already most of that which Dodgson explained, but his enthusiasm was charming. He is a lovely man when his interests are engaged. His stammer virtually disappears, and he is then the most eloquent of scholars, and the very best of company.

Now the light is fading from my tower. Even that light which reaches here, far over the tops of trees fringing Oberon’s wood. I see the Old Mill Pond from my window. If I look very hard, I can make out pale wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of the School of the Imagination. I picture my friends there, Dodgson perhaps writing in his journal as I do mine. His Alice — that strange, wonderful creature which is so like an actual human child and yet so unlike — perhaps she sleeps. In this odd twilight which exists between day and night, anything is possible. I think a creature so strange and lovely as Alice might outlive even her creator Dodgson and myself. Will she, I wonder, still be teased by the Cheshire Cat long after these papers crumble to dust; long after some future generation of Estate librarians decide this old belfry is no longer useful, or that some of these books must go?

I slide back onto the shelf by my desk this slim volume Dodgson gave me upon his leave-taking. I run a finger along the title inked onto the spine — Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Part of me thinks she will outlast us all, this girl-child entity made real by the power of words alone. For that and for her, I love these books around me all the more.

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What’s New for the 12th of October

“I really didn’t mean to steal it.”  Mr. Williams shook his head. He scratched at his chin nervously. “Why not? That’s what they’re there for. Tunes belong to everybody. So do stories.” — Robert Holdstock’s Mythago Wood

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Finch ‘ere. I’m filling in as Reynard, our Barkeep, is off travelling with his wife Ingrid, our Estate Steward, this week.

Care to have a pint of our new All Hallows Eve Ale? It’s quite good. I’ve been getting stellar comments about it from those who’ve had a few pints. Bjorn, our Brewmaster, always seems to enjoy creating new Autumn libations more than those he does for the other seasons. And he’s hinting that he’ll be doing an authentic Octoberfest beer very soon but he’s kept everything a secret from even me.

Iain is running through the tunes that Red Robin will be playing later this evening in the Sanctuary as he’s the caller. Two violinists, one smallpiper plus a mountain dulcimer player — all from Ashville, North Carolina — and it should be quite tasty to dance to.

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Book reviews.

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Iain has a rather special treat for us as he interviews one of favorite authors: ‘We here at Green Man remember the winter afternoon that Elizabeth Bear  carefully tended a pot of turkey stock that many hours later would become one of the most tasty turkey veggie soups ever encountered by anyone ‘ere. Later that week, I got to interview her about all things culinarily that interested here ranging from her ideas picnic basket and what make a great winter hearty meal to the perfect brownie.’

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Film reviews

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In new releases, I review Mareld, the third album by Nordic instrumental folk trio Mojna. ‘Once again the music on Mareld treats boundaries as nonexistent, blending European classical ideas with Nordic folk, Carnatic song, Balkan rhythms and harmonies, and the spirit of jazz invention.’

I found the music on The Necks’ Disquiet to be disturbing but essential listening. ‘Artists of all stripes are busily reflecting our chaotic world back to us in their myriad ways, to be sure. But this sprawling set of three discs containing around three hours of entirely improvised music captures the zeitgeist in ways that are as magnificent as they are unsettling.’

The Wolfgang Muthspiel trio record Tokyo is more upbeat. ‘As was the case with the trio’s previous two recordings, their music weaves through the warp and woof of jazz, classical and folk music without recognizing any seams or boundaries. The thing that keeps me coming back to this disc in the end is the way it’s always moving forward, even when it’s reveling in the moment.’

From the Archives, Big Earl presented a hefty omnibus review of several CDs of Anatolian music from the Turkish label Kalan: Maras Sinemilli Deyisleri & Ulas Ozdemir’s Ummanda, Erkan Ogur & Ismail H. Demircioglu’s Gulun Kokusu Vardi, Kardes Turkuler’s Dogu, Yarkin Turk Ritm Grubu’s Ten/Skin, and Selim Sesler ve Grup Trakya’nin Sesi’s Kesan’a Giden Yollar. ‘The Kalan label concentrates on the wonderful music of this area, with a particular interest in presenting the traditional forms. This set of discs present but a few facets of Turkish music, giving us a hint at the musical diamond that exists.

He was less than enamored of two CD’s from a performer called Wah!: CD Krishna and Transformation. ‘What we have is more a disc of tepid mid-80’s college rock, mixed with elements of reggae, and some harmonium. Oh, and some truly wretched lyrics, the sort of lyrical religious drivel that drives people away with hands on their ears.’

Naomi was impressed with fiddler Alistair McCulloch’s first release. ‘Highly Strung is a showcase of Alistair’s talent, its wide range of material showing exactly how readily adaptable to any style of fiddling he is.’

Kim was not impressed with the New Age glop on David Lyndon Huff’s Worldbeat: World Music for a New Millennium. ‘Do you want to meditate to monks chanting? Check. Rain sounds? It’s there. Gaelic sounding female vocals? Yup. Indian strings? Got that too. African vocals? Absolutely. Nature sounds? In abundance!’

Rebecca reviewed a sampler of folk singer Jack Hardy’s music from the two-volume, 10-CD boxed set The Collected Works of Jack Hardy. ‘This sampler presents songs from the ten albums Hardy released before 1995. The tracks are not arranged in chronological order, however. This makes it hard to follow any development or progression is Hardy’s work, but the order of the songs is satisfying aesthetically.’

I reviewed some classic Pablo jazz reissues from Concord, starting with Dizzy’s Big 4 featuring Dizzy Gillespie, Joe Pass, Ray Brown and Mickey Roker. ‘The album opens with a tune that was new at the time but became another Diz classic, “Frelimo.” The tune is named for the Mozambique Liberation Front, part of the Africal independence movement that was part and parcel of the American Civil Rights movement by this time. It has elements of African jazz, American funk and a melody and rhythm that to me sound Brazilian, and is mostly quiet with occasional spurts of volume. And some of Gillespie’s signature bop technique of lightning-fast runs played with jaw-dropping precision.’

Another Concord reissue of Duke Ellington & His Orchestra’s The Ellington Suites, a compilation of suites recorded at different times in Ellington’s career. One of them is from 1959, “The Queen’s Suite,” dedicated to Elizabeth II. ‘This whole suite is absolutely lovely, but if I had to choose one piece to preserve forever it would be the sublime “The Single Petal Of A Rose,” which is Ellington solo on piano accompanied only by a lightly bowed bass.

Finally, I revisited another compilation disc, Latin Noir. ‘This is the fifth edition of the Noir Series by Berlin’s excellent world music label Piranha, subtitled “Everything Happens on the Beach.” I can overlook a little marketing gimmick if it brings us such excellent music. This compilation features 13 selections, what the label refers to as “happy sad musical treasures” from Cuba, Argentina, Colombia and New York, with influences from the New World as well as “both sides of the Mediterranean,” which I take as a reference to Iberia and Africa.’

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Our What Not this time is an authors’ look at his work, a work deeply infused with Arthurian, Celtic and English folklore, to wit Robert Holdstock on his Mythago Cycle. Richard reviewed for us the entire Mythago Cycle as the author calls it here  but it’s illuminating to hear what the author has to say: ‘It came as a shock to realise that 2009 is the 25th anniversary of Mythago Wood, the novel I wrote from my dreams, and under the influence of my grandfather’s eerie tales, told to me when I was a child. I loved his stories: frightening and vivid. They shaped me.’  (Holdstock would die in November of the year at the age of 61, having been in intensive care since his collapse with an E. coli infection not long before.) You can read his article here.

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Summer is over, at least in the Northern Hemisphere. In fact, autumn started about three weeks ago. It’s the season when the earth readies itself for its winter sleep, but it’s also a time for festivals celebrating the harvest and summer’s bounty. So, to honor the season, here’s “Aumumn” from Antonion Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons:

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Pudding Contest

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Her name was Bronwyn ap Tewdwr and she was our guest judge for the annual pudding contest. ‘A pudding contest?’ you ask. And I say, ‘Why not?’ Real pudding, like real ale, is a long way from the packaged puddings that litter grocery stores. And watching a group of talented folk making tasty food is something I always appreciate!

The contest, which covers both sweet and savoury puddings, is held annually in the Fall as a break from the getting-ready-for-Winter tasks all of us are doing. So Mrs. Ware and her Kitchen staff start planning for this by finding interesting ingredients and picking the judge from among the culinarily inclined people that she knows. That person gets a week here gratis and a generous stipend as well.

(You cannot pitch yourself as a judge, as that gets you disqualified. And Mrs. Ware is quite above being bribed even if she has a weakness for Turkish Delight ever since she was a wee girl and read the Narnia books for the first time.)

Now I’ll admit that my only pudding of interest is a dark chocolate one made with bittersweet chocolate. But then I like a dark chocolate bread pudding as well. Maybe even better. The only thing I’ve ever tasted better than that pudding was a dark chocolate bread pudding infused with Madagascar vanilla and a hint of cardamom. Ymmm!

We Swedes have a long tradition of making puddings from scratch. My momor, my maternal grandmother, every Autumn made an apple and almond pudding using a tart apple variety with just vanilla and cinnamon for spicing. Served with warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, it was quite wonderful.

Bronwyn decided that though she officially is the arbiter for this contest, anyone interested should have a say. The actual contest took place in what’s called the canning and drying kitchen, as it’s set up exclusively for that purpose. It’s in a building that’s strictly two-season use only as we drain the water before the first real freeze takes place. It’s got two Viking gas stoves, each with eight burners, two sinks for water and cleaning up, and lots of work space.

We started in late morning with sets of four pudding makers, each given ample time to create their pudding from scratch. That group created a pudding using our pear cider; a blackberry and graham cracker pudding, as those bushes were still bearing; a breakfast pudding with bacon, cheddar cheese and mushrooms; and what the Yanks call an Indian pudding which is made with cornmeal and molasses.

Before we wrapped it up many hours later, we’d seen made and had sampled puddings such as black pudding and haggis pudding, groaty pudding (soaked groats, beef, leeks, onion and beef stock), kugel, a Yorkshire pudding, steak and kidney pudding, and several spotted dick and a suet and fruit based concoction. There was even a stellar Christmas pudding that Mrs. Ware said she’d be making for our Christmas eventide meal.

There was a three-way tie for best pudding between the breakfast pudding, the pudding using pear cider and the kugel, which was the work of Rebekah, a Several Annie, one of Iain’s Library Apprentices, from Israel.

All in all everyone was happy with both the food and the comfortable companionship in a contest no one took too seriously. Most of us went for a long walk afterwards to work off the feeling of needing a good nap this engendered.

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What’s New for the 28th of September: Appalachia in books, music and more

She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but she was a bit like a cat herself, forever wandering in the woods, chasing after squirrels and rabbits as fast as her skinny legs could take her when the fancy struck, climbing trees like a possum, able to doze in the sun at a moment’s notice. And sometimes with no notice at all. — Lillian in Charles de Lint’s The Cats of Tanglewood Forest

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This night, as all nights are on this Scottish Estate far from the light pollution of any city, is a good night for star gazing if weather permits. I’ve got my gaggle of Several Annies, my always all female Library Apprentices (and yes I do know their names but I usually use this appellation) are getting a stars-related mythology lesson from Tamsin, our resident hedgewitch, on this crisp evening. And her owls are helping her out.

I listened for awhile but realized being warm was a far better option so I decided that I’d stitch together this edition in the Pub while ensconced  in a chair near the fireplace with a generous pour, neat of course, of Talisker Storm whisky as the Neverending session backs a sweet sounding red-headed freckled coleen singing ‘Run Sister Sister’,  a Red Clay Ramblers song with deep Appalachian roots.

Everything this addition is of an Appalachian nature, be it books, the graphic novel, the music is as always alive cut that I or Gary selected. Gary of course selected Music as he always does and I think he does a splendid job of it, don’t you?

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Andrea looks at an Appalachian set tale for you: ‘Ghost Rider is a novel in Sharyn McCrumb’s “Ballad Series.” Ghost Riders is different from the others in the series in that there is no mystery (in the “mystery novel” sense of the word) to be solved. In the other books, the storyline goes back and forth between past and present, the stories linked sometimes obviously and sometimes tenuously. Usually in the “modern” story there is a mystery which the story in the past fleshes out or provides with a new insight. In Ghost Riders there are two separate tales from the past and a storyline set in the present. The narratives set in the past are linked by a chance meeting but still remain separate tales. One of these stories has a direct influence on the present. There are various characters, past and present, whose lives intertwine briefly in interesting and occasionally surprising ways.’

Andrea looked at another in that series: ‘Ghost Riders is the latest novel in Sharyn McCrumb’s “Ballad Series.” Ghost Riders is different from the others in the series in that there is no mystery (in the “mystery novel” sense of the word) to be solved. In the other books, the storyline goes back and forth between past and present, the stories linked sometimes obviously and sometimes tenuously. Usually in the “modern” story there is a mystery which the story in the past fleshes out or provides with a new insight. In Ghost Riders there are two separate tales from the past and a storyline set in the present. The narratives set in the past are linked by a chance meeting but still remain separate tales. One of these stories has a direct influence on the present. There are various characters, past and present, whose lives intertwine briefly in interesting and occasionally surprising ways.’

Cat had high hopes for Philip DePoy’s The Devil’s Hearth, as he has ‘a special fondness for mystery series set in the Appalachian Mountains, even though there aren’t a lot of good ones and a lot of not so great ones. Sharyn McCrumb’s Ballads series had some memorable outings, particularly among the later novels, and one which was outstanding, Ghost Riders.’ Read his review to see if DePoy lived up to his expectations.

The Ballad Book of John Jacob Niles, says Kim, answers a question you might’ve had: ‘Ever wonder what happened to the Child ballads that came across the water? Have you been curious about the lives of the folks whose wavery voices emerge from Lomax’s home recordings? This book contains the answers, plus over one hundred New World cousins to those ballads collected by Child, transcribed by balladeer John Jacob Niles in his trips through the southern Appalachians during the 1920s and 1930s.’  You can here Niles singing ‘The Carrion Crow’ here. It’s better known as Child 26, ‘Twa Corbies’ which is here performed by the Old Blind Dogs.

She also has a review of Ralph Lee Smith’s Ralph Lee Smith’s Appalachian Dulcimer Traditions: ‘If you play the Appalachian dulcimer and want to know more about its history, or want to preserve the memory of an instrument played by elderlies in you family, this is the book for you. It is meticulously researched, and contains pictures of early instruments, makers and players, as well as references for home recordings by the Lomaxes, and other resources — all the information a musician treasures and often misses in books aimed at the general public. However, casual fans may find the history too detailed, and technically oriented.’

Robert starts off a review I think is perfect for Summer reading this way: ‘I’ve long followed Charles de Lint’s writing, starting with, if I remember correctly, Moonheart way back when, and I’ve been as close as I ever come to being a fan for years. (I even got my hands on some early stories, somehow.) So when I was asked to do a review of The Cats of Tanglewood Forest, I said, “Yes. I haven’t had a chance to read de Lint in a while.”’

Of course Robert also reviewed the sequel: ‘I’ve long followed Charles de Lint’s writing, starting with, if I remember correctly, Moonheart way back when, and I’ve been as close as I ever come to being a fan for years. (I even got my hands on some early stories, somehow.) So when I was asked to do a review of The Cats of Tanglewood Forest, I said, “Yes. I haven’t had a chance to read de Lint in a while.”’

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Debbie took a thorough look at Charles Vess’ The Book Of Ballads And Sagas #1 – 4. ‘Vess, who has a solid reputation for illustrating such works as Neil Gaiman’s Sandman stories (also published in graphic novel form) also loves the ballads and sagas that have been entertaining people for hundreds of years, and in this series of books he has collaborated with some of the best-known writers in fantasy literature, including Gaiman, Jane Yolen, Charles de Lint, Sharyn McCrumb (not a fantasy writer but an author of mysteries with an Appalachian folkloric theme), Midori Snyder, Robert Walton and Delia Sherman (whew!) — I hope I’ve not left anyone out!’

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Big Earl was pleased with a three-disc set Doc Watson and David Holt’s Legacy, which consisted of two discs of the two in verbal and musical conversation, and a third with a live concert recording. ‘The set is loosely parallel to the interview discs, with the artists performing songs from Watson’s past, utilizing uncommon instruments (such as a diddley-wah and a guitjo). But get Doc back to his guitar for his wonderful takes of “The Telephone Girl” and “Just To Ease My Worried Mind,” and you understand why Watson has influenced so many players.’

Brendan had high praise for Deep River of Song: Black Appalachia, one of a series of releases containing field recordings made by John and Alan Lomax in the 1930s and ’40s. ‘The sheer variety of songs here is daunting; there are fiddle reels, work chants, square-dancing numbers, hoedowns, blues, as well just straightforward folk songs. What makes this CD so interesting is that the Lomaxes (travelling with famed bluesman Leadbelly) recorded these songs at a time of great transition for the American folk song.’

Chris wrote up a collection of field recordings from the 1950s, Mrs. Etta Baker, Family and Friends’ Instrumental Music of the Southern Appalachians. ‘The most surprising thing about the music is how modern it all sounds. The recording quality is exceptionally good considering how roughly and how long ago the tunes were taped, and it is worth reflecting on how the trend in much of today’s folk music has reverted back to the raw, driving style found in these recordings. The standard of performance is very high, the tunes a good selection of dances and song melodies.’

David reviewed Charlie Louvin’s Sings Murder Ballads and Disaster Songs, a late career recording from a pioneer of Appalachian music. ‘Somehow having an 80-year-old man sing songs about life and death (“Darling Corey”), about the Titanic (“Down With the Old Canoe”), about “The Little Grave In Georgia” adds new resonance to the lyric. Combine Charlie’s clearly aged but true voice with the solid picking support from the younger band, and you have a real recipe for success.’

David also reviewed Hobart Smith’s Blue Ridge Legacy, field and other recordings from a long life. ‘Smith’s early recordings (circa ’40s-’50s) inspired musicians like Mike Seeger and John Cohen to play early American music. He had played in minstrel shows in 1915 and dance parties throughout the Appalachians. He played at auctions, for society events and even in dance halls.’

A few years back I reviewed a recording of home rehearsals by bluegass pioneers Hazel Dickens & Alice Gerrard called Sing Me Back Home: The DC Tapes, 1965-1969. They don’t confine themselves to bluegrass and oldtime music, I noted. ‘That’s evident in the collection’s title Sing Me Back Home taken from the 1967 Merle Haggard song (and his 1968 No. 1 album of the same title). They give it a beautiful old-time vocal arrangement, and accompany themselves on autoharp (Alice) and guitar.’

I also reviewed the debut self-titled recording by Allison de Groot & Tatiana Hargreaves. ‘Above all else, this is a highly entertaining album of old-time music drawn from a wide variety of sources, played by two very talented young people who sound like they’re having a great time. These two really are in the vanguard of a new generation of musicians playing old-time music but not strictly hewing to the standard form.’

Unadorned Appalachian folk songs are at the heart of Texas Gladden’s Ballad Legacy, another Alan Lomax project I reviewed. ‘The songs include many Child ballads like “Farmer’s Wife,” and a virtual library of traditional American folksongs, largely from the Anglo-Celtic tradition: “Barbara Allen,” “The Three Babes,” “Lord Thomas,” “I’m Never to Marry,” “Gypsy Davy.” There are also some early country songs like “The Wreck of the Old 97.” ‘

Kelly Hunt sings and plays banjo on her debut album Even The Sparrow. I noted, ‘These songs and the lives they illuminate feel lived-in, inhabited by real folks.’

Dori Freeman’s debut self-titled recording impressed me. ‘This talented young woman from Galax, Virginia, has a gift for songwriting that runs as deep as the veins of coal in her native Appalachia, and a voice that can sing pretty much any style of country music.’

No rundown of modern Appalachian music is complete without something from Anna & Elizabeth. I reviewed their reissued debut, Sun to Sun. ‘Anna & Elizabeth make music in the old-time Appalachian tradition, singing close harmonies in the style they’ve learned from recordings and musical mentors. Anna sings in a craggy and powerful alto and plays fiddle, guitar and banjo, while Elizabeth’s vocals are a bit lighter and sweeter, and she plays banjo. It’s an arresting and lovely experience, listening to this music.’

Kim was enthusiastic about an early solo effort from mandolinist Chris Thile, Not All Who Wander Are Lost. ‘I was a bit surprised that the album is entirely instrumental, as Thile does the vocal honors for Nickel Creek on occasion. During his performance last summer at the Winnipeg Folk Festival, a friend commented that he definitely fancies himself as a ballad singer, and I suspect his singing, which is fine, will mature to match his instrumentals, which are superlative.’

One of our diverse voices, Peter Hund, wrote up the first live disc released by Alison Krauss and Union Station, lo these many years ago now. ‘Over the course of the 25 songs here, there are more than a few non-Krauss-vocal numbers, so fans of her singing be warned. But the instrumentals and the songs with Tyminski singing lead break things up nicely, reiterating that this is a group — not just an angelic singer and her crack backup band.’

In new music, I bring you a new release from banjo picker Wes Corbett. ‘As I was giving Wes Corbett’s Drift a listen on my headphones — at the gym, as it happens — I thought the fiddler sounded familiar on one decidedly Celtic sounding track. Was that Brittany Haas?’ Read my review to find out.

Next up is The Ghost of Sis Draper, the tale of an Arkansas fiddler, so not Appalachian but close: ‘Fans of the late Guy Clark, and of top-notch acoustic Americana, rejoice! Shawn Camp, one of Guy’s long-time songwriting partners, has released a concept album of songs they wrote together over many years about the legendary Arkansas fiddler known as Sis Draper.’

In 2010 a Russian pianist recorded an album ‘with two of the top rhythm section players in the jazz world, bassist Christian McBride and drummer Jack DeJohnette. I’ve not seen any explanation as to why it’s only being released now, 15 years later, but I’m glad SteepleChase put out Ivan Farmakovskiy’s Epic Power. All fans of modern hard bop piano trio jazz should rejoice, as well.’

I also reviewed the vinyl re-release of Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen’s 1976 album Jaywalkin‘. ‘The nine tracks include six Pedersen originals plus three covers that cover the bases from fleet bebop to bossa nova to romantic standard. Throughout, Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen’s playing is transfixing, melodic and rhythmic, a commanding presence that’s always front and center in this ensemble.’

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Robert talks about growing up in the Appalachian Mountains: ‘That’s my mountains, or a little bit of them. You’d call them “southern Appalachia.” It’s where I spent a chunk of my growing up time — learned to pitch in, to do for myself, climb the side of a road cut, handle a gun (rifle and handgun, and I’m a very good shot), split firewood without cutting my foot off, avoid packs of feral dogs. And I spent a lot of time just rambling, with the cousins and alone, just looking at what was there. That was the best part.’

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So for our music this time, let’s go with something from the late Robert Hunter as I rather like ‘Brown-Eyed Women’ quite a bit as it has a distinct Appalachian feel to it. Now my favorite version isn’t the one with Garcia singing that the Dead did, but rather is one someone here found some years back. Hunter who wrote much of what they played including this,  and my favourite version is done by him during a show at Biddy Mulligan’s in Chicago some forty years ago. So let’s now listen to him doing that song.

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A Kinrown Estate story: Autumn is Upon Us

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Dear Anna,

I thought you’d appreciate this copy of Ciaran Carson’s Last Night’s Fun: In and Out of Time with Irish Music, which is the best book ever done on Irish traditional music. I particularly like the chapter on what to have for breakfast after an all-night session!

The cooler weather that autumn brings here is very similar to the weather there is in Stockholm. The Steward has ordered the usual check of the fireplaces and he went one step more with having all of them cleaned even though they weren’t due until next autumn. Everyone’s taking the prediction of a much colder, more snowy winter seriously. We’ve even prepped a heated space for the Irish Wolfhounds as it might be too cold even for them.

Tamsin was pleased with the prep work Gus did for the owls so that they might have warm homes this Winter. I still don’t know why she attracts a larger than normal number of owls, but she once jokingly, at least I hope it was meant that way, suggested reading Alan Garner’s The Owl Service.

As you know, we don’t raise beef here but trade for it with the Riverrun folk. And Mrs. Ware made a lovely dish from some of this year’s beef last night — a brisket braised in apple cider with baked butternut squash and very tender carrots. She made use of the second harvest of pumpkins (the first are a variety grown only for use in Bjorn’s spiced pumpkin ale) to make pumpkin tarts. And she says she’ll have pumpkin muffins in the morning as well! Ymmm!

Plans are being made for the usual winter activities here — I see notes up for Curling teams, Old Norse and French reading groups, and the chess group is reserving space in the Reading Room twice a week. Someone, I think it’s most likely Finch, is offering lessons in border pipes.

Your sister has yet another group up and running — Solstice, which has her on violin, Finch on border pipes, and Astrid on cello. It’s got a very sweet sound, more Nordic in sound than Leaf & Tree. They’re more interested in doing a recording than touring, so I suspect we’ll be treated to concerts here as they fine tune this group.

Lastly I should note The Steward approved your request to be a Scholar-in-Residence in Nordic Languages for next year. You’ll be selecting the person who holds the position for Winter ’19. The usual stipend plus expenses and quarters applies. Ingrid only  requested only that a background in Beowulfian studies would be nice.

Affectionately, Iain

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What’s New for the 14th of September: Books, film and music with a piratical theme; plus Corsican polyphony, Balkan sevdah, Americana music, Hardanger fiddle with reindeer, Latin jazz and piano trios

The lie wasn’t meant to be believed. It was just social grease, intended to keep wheels turning. — Aliette de Bodard’s Fireheart Tiger

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Ahoy, matey! Gary, music editor, here with another new edition to shiver yer timbers. With International Talk Like A Pirate Day just around the corner, I’ve ransacked the Archives for some of GMR‘s reviews of books, movies, and music with a piratical theme. That includes everything from the wide range of books and movies inspired by Peter Pan, to space operas, high seas adventures, romantasy, sea chanteys and more. And there’s a whole raft of new music reviews by Daryana and me. So let’s dig into this treasure chest together.

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Cat in his review of J. M. Barrie’s original Peter Pan book (based on his earlier play) to be rather darker than the Disney version (big surprise there!). ‘Hook and his crew of pirates are predictably nasty, but so are the Lost Boys, who ‘are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expenses.’

I found pirates known as Freeporters in Elizabeth Bear’s latest space opera The Folded Sky. ‘Dr. Sunya Song is an expert at teasing information out of ancient archives. She has travelled long and far to an exotic location to do just that, surviving an attack by pirates along the way, only to discover that her wife and their two children have unexpectedly arrived before her, as a surprise.’

In S.E. Hinton’s Hawkes Harbour, the protagonist Jamie is recounting to his doctor what led up to his being in a mental hospital, says reviewer J.S.S. Boyce. ‘Jamie regails us with exciting tales of the high seas. Pirates, smuggling, and reckless scams attempted by him and his partner in crime are recounted immodestly. I was drawn in immediately and could have read without stopping if I’d had a large enough block of time available to me. As it is, the book went by far too quickly.’

Jayme dug into William Goldman’s The Princess Bride (that’s right, the book; see below for a review of the movie). ‘There’s a lot of fun here, and anyone looking for a straightforward narrative is likely to be very confused. There are no dark overlords, no magic rings to be thrown into burning mountains. Anyone not looking for those things will be pleasantly surprised. Goldman proves you don’t have to be a Tolkein clone to write rousing fantasy. It’s just too bad that more writers today don’t seem believe that.’

‘Xich Si is a tech scavenger, living in Triệu Hoà Port, and scavenging tech to sell and support herself and her daughter, when she’s captured by pirates.’ Thus Lis begins her review of Aliette de Bodard’s romantic space opera The Red Scholar’s Wake. ‘I love these characters, their world, and their struggles to make it better.’

Robert was not entirely satisfied with Kage Baker’s short novel Or Else My Lady Keeps the Key. ‘The supernatural elements that provided strong resonance in “Maid,” an other-worldly quality to the narrative, are not so pervasive here, and have little effect on the mood of the story. There was a certain surreality there that doesn’t survive here, and I, for one, missed it — it somehow sparked “Maid” up a level, added an air of numinosity to the story that infused the whole tale.’

Finally, Warner took a look at an academic work on pirates and piracy, Gabriel Kuhn’s Life Under the Jolly Roger: Reflections on Golden Age Piracy. ‘Overall, Life Under the Jolly Roger is an excellent look at the golden age of piracy from a somewhat political point of view. The book cites sources well, makes arguments cleanly and succinctly, and has the integrity to admit when an answer is not clear.’

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April has something rather nice she reviews for us: ‘Every so often an unexpected, and very welcome, treat shows up in my mailbox, courtesy of Cat, who’s constantly on the lookout for new chocolate-related review opportunities. This time around it was a box of bonbons from Diana Malouf’s Ococoa – candy that is both beautiful to look at and a pleasure to eat.’

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‘This is a popcorn and candy movie if ever there was one,’ Denise says of the original movie in Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, The Curse of the Black Pearl. ‘The battle scenes are spectacular, the script is well-written, and the scenery is lovely. Although the twists and turns are relatively easy to spot beforehand, they are interesting enough to keep you engaged.’

The Sea Hawk has a lot of the grand old tropes of the pirate genre,’ Kelly said in his review of the classic Errol Flynn adventure movie. ‘There’s quite a bit about The Sea Hawk that is different from the more standard pirate fare, however, and it all has to do with story. This isn’t a “Hunt for hidden treasure” type of film, with voyages to the Spanish Main and wench-filled taverns in seaside villages and the like. This film’s story is actually a thinly-disguised political allegory for the time in which it was made (early World War II).’

Kate tackled Steven Spielberg’s critically mixed Hook, but she enjoyed it. ‘Peter Pan is the boy who never grows up. But, as the tagline asks, “What if Peter Pan grew up?” In answering this question Hook takes on the issue of good vs evil, innocence and innocence lost, and revenge, as well as family values.’,,

‘Envision a film with Billy Crystal, Carol Kane, Peter Falk, and Peter Cook that is absolutely hilarious, yet none of them appear in the lead roles. “Inconceivable!,” you cry and I reply, “I do not think that word means what you think it means,” ‘ wrote our reviewer L.G. Burnett. ‘Yes, indeed, we are talking about The Princess Bride, the wildly successful movie based on the wildly successful book of the same title.’

Michelle submitted a lengthy look at three modern cinematic takes on the Peter Pan/Captain Hook story: P. J. Hogan’s Peter Pan, Mike Newell’s An Awfully Big Adventure, and Marc Forster’s Finding Neverland. ‘All three of them address the thorny subjects of naiveté and experience, eternal youth and mortality, and the way sex weaves its way into the most seemingly wholesome situations and complicates them immeasurably. I am tempted to wonder whether it is the story itself or my own perspective as an adult viewer that makes these issues seem so prominent.’

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Gary here with music. Daryana is back with another artist interview, this time with Patrick Vignoli, one of the voices in the Corsican vocal group Tempvs Fvgit. Patrick says, ‘In our concerts, it is not merely a question of performing musical pieces, but of sharing a moment of truth and humanity. Every voice, every breath, every silence becomes an invitation to enter into an emotional communion. We aim to offer the audience an experience that goes beyond listening — a space where they can recognize themselves, be moved, find calm, reflect, or simply feel.’

In new music, Daryana has a review of an album of Balkan music, Kulin Ban’s Ad Drinum. ‘Unlike the more accessible world music approach of their 2006 debut, Ad Drinum dives into the raw depths of sevdah. It tells local stories of Zvornik and Bosnia while echoing universal themes of longing, love, and spirituality. Byzantine modes, Sufi traces, Orthodox chants, and Ottoman echoes intertwine with saz, kaval, and bendir, yet also with guitar and piano motifs.’

I have a stack of new reviews this time. I’m leading off with a new one from Oregon’s Anna Tivel, which often puts a tear in my eye, as I point out. ‘To be fair, I generally get weepy when I listen to any of her records, but the songs on Animal Poem are right up there with her most poignant.’

I reviewed a new album, Mirra, from the progressive Norwegian Hardanger fiddler and composer Benedicte Maurseth, whose 2022 album Harr was one of my favorites of that year. ‘This is a deeply immersive work, its themes, motifs and sounds moving in patterns that repeat and modulate. The entire work follows the reindeer’s annual cycle of birth, searching for food, near constant movement, and grazing, and incorporates the grunting and pawing sounds they make as they feed and interact. The titles of the eight pieces that make up this suite reflect this cycle, such as: “Windy Days,” “The Calf Rises,” Hunting March,” “Fresh Snow Over Reindeer Moss,” “A Flock Of Birds Under The Moon.” ‘

Next from me is an omnibus review of two Latin jazz albums, Roger Glenn’s My Latin Heart, and Miguel Zenón Quartet’s Vanguardia Subterránea: Live at The Village Vanguard. Of the former, I note, “… it’s just one incredible groove-filled tune after another, laid back, tropically warm and beaming with good vibes. The three opening tracks, “Zambo’s Mambo,” “Cal’s Guajira” (an homage to Tjader), and “Brother Marshall,” feature Glenn on flute, vibes and alto sax, respectively. All three are beautiful tunes and showcase Glenn’s signature flawless improvisations — and will probably show up on my year-end favorites playlist.’ And of the latter: ‘The tracklist is mostly originals and all new material, six compositions by Zenón, plus his arrangements of a couple of Latin jazz classics: Willie Colón and Héctor Lavoe’s “El Día de Mi Suerte” and Gilberto Santa Rosa’s “Perdóname.” ‘

I also reviewed a couple of new piano trio releases, John Taylor’s Tramonto, and Liv Andrea Hauge Trio’s Døgnville. The late U.K. pianist Taylor was an excellent composer, but as I note in my review of this live set, ‘He was also a superb interpreter of others’ works, of which two excellent examples are included on this album, the title track by Ralph Towner and Steve Swallow’s amazing “Up Too Late.” ‘ I was already familiar with the Hauge trio, and really enjoy this album and its dreamy atmosphere. ‘According to the album notes, it “…explores the feeling of being “døgnvill” – a Norwegian term describing the sensation of being out of sync with time and reality, like during jet lag or insomnia,” as much of it was composed by Hauge while she was in bed with a high fever.’

New York based roots musician Hilary Hawke has a new album out, which I review. ‘Her latest solo album Lift Up This Old World consists mostly of original material that I’d call indie folk with old time or bluegrass instrumentation. It has really grown on me over the past couple of months. There’s a theme here, of finding your own path and trusting your instincts as you follow your muse where it takes you, and this is an excellent album throughout.’

I dusted off my archival review of the second volume of Rogue’s Gallery, a star-studded compilation of pirate ballads, sea songs and chanteys. ‘Like a pirate chest dug up on the beach of a desert island, this set has riches galore. One of the best is the opener of the first disc, a rocking reel by Shane McGowan, “Leaving of Liverpool.” Others in this vein include Todd Rundgren’s dance hall take on “Rolling Down to Old Maui,” (Richard) Thompson’s “General Taylor,” Robyn Hitchcock’s electrified chantey “Sam’s Gone Away,” and a creative version of “Sally Racket” by New Orleans bounce artists Katey Red & Big Freedia with experimental folk rockers Akron/Family.’

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Our What Not is from Kage Baker who was a  storyteller beyond compare, be it in emails as Cat can well attest, at Ren Faires with her sister Kathleen serving up ale, lovingly critiquing quite old films, writing stories of chocolate quaffing cyborgs, whores who decidedly didn’t have hearts of gold,  or space raptors who are actually parrots now. So it won’t surprise you that was a master narrator of her own stories as you hear as when she reads The Empress of Mars, a novella she wrote.

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Now let’s see what we’ve got got a performance recording for you his time… Hmmm… That’ll do nicely. Here’s Iron Horse, the great Scottish sort of trad group, performing ‘The Sleeping Warrior’ at the  Gosport Easter Festival in  April of ’96.

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Irish Coffee

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Let me tell the tale of Irish coffee while I fix you one.

It is said the very first Irish coffee was invented by Joseph Sheridan, a barkeep at an airbase located in Foynes, a small town in the West of Ireland.

The story goes that this drink was the result of  a group of American passengers back in the Forties who disembarked from a Pan Am flight on a miserable evening like the one we’re having. Sheridan added a generous measure of whiskey to the coffee to warm the shivering passengers. The story since told is that one of the passengers asked if they were being served Brazilian coffee, Sheridan told them it was Irish coffee.

Now this doesn’t explain the commonly accepted Irish coffee recipe that calls for fresh brewed coffee, a tablespoon of brown sugar, a generous dollop of Irish whiskey, and a tablespoon of lightly whipped heavy cream. I always ask the drinker which way they prefer their Irish coffee as more than a few like it sans the cream and sugar. Others shudder at the idea of skipping these ingredients. It’s the punter’s choice as always, as one staffer wrote in the Pub journal one night: ‘It’s all Irish whiskey all the time for me, honestly! Irish coffee, especially, tends to be my drink of choice: there’s just something glorious about quality coffee, heavy cream, and a generous bit of sweet, golden Irish sunshine. Errr, not to wax poetic or anything.’

I use a dark roast, preferably Kona if I can get it, or even Jamaican Blue Mountain when that blessed bean is available. The whiskey, Irish of course, is one of the good single malts, usually Connemara, which is a peat-smoked single-malt whiskey from the Cooley Distillery. If you insist, I’ll put sugar and cream in, but I think it’s better with just coffee and whiskey.

Here’s yours.

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