A Kinrowan Estate story: Midsummer

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Nearly Midsummer, and life around the Green Man offices has started getting a little weird. Oh, all right, a little weirder. Zina Lee here, reporting in from Kinrowan Hall on abeautiful warm June day. I’ve been noticing that the young plants in the gardens and window boxes have started hitting their stride and the baskets outside the doors are approaching full speed on the floral display. But there’s other stuff going on. The Midsummer Solstice is our namesake’s time, sure, mischievous nature and all, but this is ridiculous.

Things have been going missing a little more often; one puts something down and it disappears — a week later, one finds it in a totally different room than the room from which it went missing. Poltergeists? The early onset of senile dementia? One of The Cats has developed opposable thumbs? Hmmmm.

Inanimate objects — computers, sound equipment, bicycles, you name it — have started developing what might be called personalities, or perhaps a migration path. Surely that computer desktop was different yesterday when you put it to sleep, but you can’t quite think how. One of Reynard’s taps has gotten cranky (okay, so that’s not all that unusual, but throw it in anyway) down in the Green Man Pub, and the musicians in the Neverending Session have recently started complaining of strings that won’t stay in tune, cracks in previously entirely stable reeds (all right, pipers’ complaints can’t be called unusual either), and rosin going missing.

And don’t get me started on the kitchen staff complaints.

Significantly, there’ve been some magnificent displays put on by lightning bugs in the gardens the last few evenings, and the cats have been very alert indeed.

I suppose you could make a case for overflow of life-force, or biorhythms going off kilter, or just that the midsummer energy has gotten into us all (and Kinrowan Hall). But I’m plumping for a slight rash of fairies.

Mind you, not the tall, Seelie noble-looking fairy or elf of literary and celluloid fame, but the average, household, put-the-milk-out-in-a-saucer-so-we-don’t-end-up-cursed-Mildred kind of fairy, common as measles.

I can’t be the only one who has suspicions. The woman on the flower and herb cart at the corner out front is completely out of St. John’s Wort, rue, forget-me-not, rowan, and rosemary, and someone has risked the wrath of old Augustus, our concertina-playing gardener, by taking clippings off the young morning glory vines on the brick wall outside the kitchen garden. I even noticed a new horseshoe hanging up over the door of Gus’s shed near the old stables the other day; I expect not so much for its luck, but for its iron.

And now I’m wondering if it wasn’t Gus who’s been cleaning up the twigs under the rowan copse on the east side of the grounds.

Mind, one wouldn’t want to rid oneself totally of fairies. Besides the fact that they can be just as capriciously generous and benign as they can be suddenly irritable and malign, there’s the wonder factor; life without them might be a bit too grey and predictable. Anyway, when odds and sods go missing, they make excellent scapegoats.

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What’s New for the 5th of July: four American baseball films, an opera by John Gay, live music from from Mavis Staples, dim sum in Hong Kong, Middle-Earth maps and much more!

To the people who insist they really do have a great idea but they just can’t write, I’d say that given some of the books I’ve read, or at least started to read, it would appear that not being able to write is absolutely no obstacle whatsoever to writing a book and securing a publishing contract. Though becoming famous in some other field first may help. ― Iain Banks in Raw Spirit: In Search of the Perfect Dram

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If you’re looking for Iain, our Librarian, he’s off again on a vacation trip, errr, I meant another short concert tour with his wife, violinist and vocalist Catherine, in the Baltic nations. While he’s gone,  Gus has the Library Apprentices, the Several Annies, assisting him with much needed gardening work, so I’m writing up What’s New this edition without their usual assistance as well.

I just remembered that I’ve got a tale of how Karen Wynn Fonstad’s The Atlas of Middle-Earth came to be a learning lesson for a group of Several Annies which  you can read here. For just how important Tolkien thought maps were to creating his world, go read our review of his epic work, The History of Middle-earth.

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Cat looks at a classic SF novel: ‘Until the likes of Iain M. Banks with The Culture series and Neal Asher with the Polity series came along, Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle’s The Mote In God’s Eye was quite possibly the best space opera of all time. This forty-year-old novel that took the space opera novels of the 1930s and 1940s and very, very nicely updated them.’

Speaking of Iain M. Banks’s Culture series, Gary read recent editions of the first and third books in that series, Consider Phlebas and Use of Weapons. It wasn’t the first time he’d read them, but he still found both gripping, as he says in his dual review.

Kathleen has the fortunate luck to review a work by an author who passed on far too soon: ‘Terry Pratchett began his series of Discworld stories for younger readers in 2003, with the marvelous Wee Free Men. There he introduced Tiffany Aching, shepherd’s daughter and witch-in-training. Her adventures continued in A Hat Full of Sky (2004), likewise excellent. These books are technically juveniles — the publisher recommends them for 6th grade and up — but they are as good or better than Pratchett’s adult novels. They are full of beauty and wisdom. They are hilariously funny. They have the characteristic Pratchett sense of justice, honor and wonder. Wintersmith is the third entry in Tiffany’s saga: and it is grand.’

(Steeleye Span’s Wintersmith is their musical take on this novel as Kathleen says here: ‘It would be easy to say that a collaboration between Steeleye Span and Terry Pratchett was always inevitable, given their respective histories and their proclaimed admiration of each other’s work.  It may be an example of retrospective inevitability now that it has actually happened in the form of the Wintersmith CD, however.  In any case, the end result is one that is overwhelmingly a credit to all concerned; worthy of the names involved and their reputations.’)

Michael looks at a centuries old opera: ‘First put on in 1728, The Beggar’s Opera set the stage for centuries to come, revitalizing the comedy genre, and recreating the musical comedy genre in a new light. John Gay’s work borrows from a variety of sources, starting life in the concept of “Quaker pastorals” or “a Newgate pastoral, naming the whores and thieves there.” Posing in various forms as social commentary, a satire on Italian opera, a ballad opera, and a musical comedy, there’s no doubt that The Beggar’s Opera has inspired playwrights and composers ever since, and its popularity has never been in doubt.’

Robert had to rethink his idea of “dark fantasy” after encountering William Schafer’s anthology Subterranean: Tales of Dark Fantasy 2: ‘I don’t think I’m alone in thinking of “dark fantasy” as a sort of combination of urban fantasy and horror: vampires, werewolves, ghosts, zombies, and less pleasant creatures confronting more or less normal people who may have the resources, or just the dumb luck, to survive the encounter. Subterranean: Tales of Dark Fantasy 2 is not that.’

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Michelle starts off her look at American baseball films this way: ‘In the big inning, God created baseball. Or perhaps it was Loki, patron of athletics and other tricks; the origins are shrouded in antiquity. There is also debate about which mortal first received the divine inspiration. Abner Doubleday often gets credit, though some historians claim the game was played in England in the 1700s. What is known is that, in 1845, a team called the New York Knickerbockers adopted the rules of the game we know as baseball. In New Jersey that summer, they played the first organized baseball game, and America acquired its own pantheon.’  You can read her delightful essay here.

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A guide by Hong kong based food writer Liza Chu gets an appreciative write-up by Richard: ‘Dim Sum: A Survival Guide is roughly half as useful as its author intended, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not useful. As a basic overview of popular dim sum dishes, bracketed with some supplementary historical and other content, it’s a great introduction to the topic. Where it falls down is in the commentary the author and a few of her friends provide on the dishes in question.’ This book was sent to us from the publisher in Hong King making it the longest a book travelled to get to us!

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Robert takes a look at yet another comics reboot, Green Arrow: Year One: ‘To re-invent an ongoing character who has been in existence since 1941 is no small undertaking, although in the case of Green Arrow, a/k/a Ollie Queen, there was a lot of history to draw on — this is not the first time Green Arrow has been re-imagined, not to mention resurrected.’

And, as part of yet another reboot, Robert brings us his take on the distaff side in Gotham City Sirens: Union: ‘Gotham City Sirens is another installment of Batman Reborn and, like Batman and Robin, it seems to be marking time until something significant happens, somewhere.” Hmm — maybe you should read his whole commentary.

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Scottish-born singer and cellist Robin Adams wrote a song called ‘The Devil’s War And God’s Own Deep Blue Sea’ in early 2015 when most people were barely aware of the Syrian refugee situation. It has now grown into an international crisis and Adams has turned his single into a compilation to benefit a refugee aid organization. Gary says Refugee is a mostly somber collection of songs, all new or unreleased, by musicians including Linda Thompson, Bonnie Prince Billy, Alasdair Roberts and more.

Michael in his review of C’Mon notes they broke up after recording a single album. Well the same is true of Mackeel, the band they came out of, as Jack notes here in reviewing Plaid: ‘You’ll never hear them live, so buy this CD to hear how good they were. Rumors are swirling on their list that the band is reforming with new personnel, but I doubt it will happen. And if it does, they won’t sound the same — even if a red-headed banshee of a fiddler replaces the present fiddling banshee!’

Michael states what he thinks of most Celtic music in his review of C’mon: ‘To my pleasant surprise, he was right. I didn’t just like Rook, I loved them. And coming from me, that’s high praise indeed. You see, I have a somewhat unfortunate flaw. I don’t like Celtic music on the whole. Oh, sure, I’ve been known to enjoy specific bands, or certain songs, or some styles. But on the whole, I’m not really a Celtic music fan. I don’t know why, but after a while, it all starts sounding the same to me.’ Sadly this would be the only disc from Rook as they too broke up shortly after releasing it.

Robert noticed Michael’s review of The Beggar’s Opera (the book), and thought we should run a review of the actual opera — which in this recording comes with highlights of Edward German’s Tom Jones: ‘According to Wadham Sutton’s commentary, we have Jonathan Swift to thank for Gay’s ballad opera – he had written to both Gay and Alexander Pope suggesting “a Newgate pastoral, among the whores and thieves,” opining that it “might make an odd, pretty sort of thing.”’

And guess what — as long as we’re doing ballad operas, how about a Singspiel? It just so happens we have a review of Mozart’s Die Zauberflöte for you. Says Robert: ‘I love Mozart. His music is one of the things I’d insist on if I were going to be stranded on a desert island. Otherwise, I’d just refuse to be stranded. Among my favorite works by Mozart is The Magic Flute.’

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Mavis Staples marked her 77th birthday a week ago on July 10. What better time to listen to a recent live performance in Canberra, Australia, in April 2015. And, for better or worse, what better time to hear her sing Stephen Stills’ landmark song about unrest in the streets, ‘For What It’s Worth‘?

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Rebekah And the matter of Jewish baked goodies

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If we’ve left the impression in these posts about the Kinrowan Estate that the Several Annies, the Library Apprentices here, are the ones that are the learners and we who teach them are just the teachers, then we’ve given you a false impression. Everyone here learns as much from them as they do from us. Perhaps much more.

Take the matter of Rebekah, a Several Annie from Israel who’s in her first year here. Other than the formal lessons chosen by Iain Mackenzie, our Librarian, each one chooses what they are interested in learning, be it something academic or something more hands on. As long as someone here knows what they’re interested in and has time to teach them, it’s fine with Iain.

So Rebekah, who has a strong interest in baking, got paired off with Brigid, our Head Baker.  Being observant of Jewish traditions but not following strict dietary teachings, she fit nicely in our farm-centric kitchen, which includes a lot of meat of various sorts. What she added to the kitchen was a keen appreciation of Jewish cooking, including holiday treats such as  hametashen, rugelach, coconut macaroons and mandelbrot, not to mention an awareness of the culture that created these goodies.

So our winter holiday season has been graced by a lot of great food that we hadn’t had before. And Rebekah in turn says she’s had a great time learning the practical aspects of production baking. Even her parents were very proud of her decision to seriously learn production baking, as her grandfather, before moving to Israel to live on a kibbutz, owned a bakery with his late wife.

Now I’ve got the jones for some of the rugelach that I know were just baked. Shall we head down to the Kitchen?

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What’s New for the 14th of June: fey ethnography courtesy of Terri Windling, a song from Peter Beagle and other fascinating things.

“I am no king, and I am no lord.
And I am no soldier at arms,” said he.
“I am none but a harper, and a very poor harper
That has come hither to wed with thee.”

Peter S. Beagle’s ‘None But The Harper’

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It’s a bright Summer evening  a short time before Solstice as I write these words. Iain’s off with his wife on a short concert tour, so I get the honour this week of writing this up. Fortunately, the Pub will be quiet this evening, as there was a hand-fasting earlier today and they’re celebrating out in the old Church sancturary that’s now our gathering space — and there’s a contradance in the Courtyard starting shortly, so most everyone’s anywhere but here.

Oh that’s rhubarb wine sitting on the Bar. I’m not sure about the idea of rhubarb wine which a Several Annie convinced Bjorn, our brewer, to play around with. We’ve enough rhubarb growing on this Estate that it’s just possible we could commercially produce it but I doubt I’ll ever have anyone asking for it in the Pub… ale, cider, metheglin, whisky (Irish and Scottish) and bourbon  are the main sought after libations here in the Green Man Pub. Though The Sleeping Hedgehog in the Victorian Age notes that we produced for our own consumption a number of fruit wines including blackberry, raspberry and elderberry.

Now let’s get started…

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Iain looks at Angela Carter’s The Curious Room: Plays, Film Scripts and an Opera. As he says of her in his review, Sometimes the Reaper is just too damn unfair. Angela Olive Stalker Carter died of lung cancer in 1992 at the far too young age of 52. Writer, feminist theorist, folklorist, opera buff, playwright, poet — she was these things and much, much more. ‘

Joel says ‘Jasper Fforde is the author of the Thursday Next detective series, starring the detective of the same name, whose specialty is crimes of a “literary nature”. The Big Over Easy marks the beginning of the  Nursery Crimes series, a slight departure, though still well in the same quirky neighbourhood that Fforde’s chosen to explore.’

Mia tells us about a charming Appalachian folktale for all ages, as are many such works intended for children: ‘Prequel or stand alone fairy story, A Circle of Cats is a bewitching little book, much bigger inside than out, and a wonderful collaboration between two enormous talents. There’s a place of honor on my bookshelves for this one … when I can finally stop going back to it every little bit and actually bring myself to put it there.’

Richard was the lucky reviewer for this tasty literary treat: ‘Where Nightshade’s epic five-volume set gathered together all of Manly Wade Wellman’s extant short fiction, The Complete John Thunstone instead focuses on all of the appearances of that singular character. While not as well known as Wellman’s signature character John the Balladeer, Thunstone actually predates him; his appearance in “The Third Cry to Legba” dates back to 1943, nearly a full decade before the first Silver John story. In many ways, Thunstone lays the ground for John. It’s in these tales that the mythology of Wellman’s mysterious Shonokins first appears, and the fascination with and respect for folklore that marked Wellman’s later work is already present.’

Robert brings a look at a book populated by archetypes (or stereotypes, depending on your point of view) that actually works, Neil Bartlett’s Ready To Catch Him Should He Fall: ‘The story is a simple one, a romance set in a time not too far past, a place not too far away: London, probably, perhaps in the 1970s: boy meets older man, they fall in love, and after trials and tribulations, they live happily ever after.’

And Robert is very enthusiastic about a series he thinks you should check out: Leona Wisoker’s Children of the Desert. You can start the journey with Secrets of the Sands. For some background on the early years of a major, and very mysterious character, see our review of Fallen City.

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Iain, our Librarian, is an open critic of  the Peter Jackson film version of  Lord  of The Rings, but if you are looking for a fantastic film experience that will keep you engaged for a while, I’ll recommend all three films worth which get reviewed here, here and thisway respectively. If you’re a purist, you most likely won’t be happy, but I found them most excellent viewing with popcorn to munch on.

Robert takes a look at a film that he mentioned earlier in today’s reviews: ‘Shortbus is one of those films that comes apart if you try to look at it element by element. There’s not much of a plot, which we should all be used to by now. The characterizations are not startling for their depth: the people being portrayed are not much different than the rest of us, not particularly deep, not remarkably shallow, just awkward, charming, vulnerable, stubborn, funny and dumb. I will say, however, that they are right on target.’

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A certain Elizabeth has a chocolate story for us: ‘Best chocolate? Here’s a story: About ten years ago, my sister-in-law gave my family, gathered some 20-odd strong in Vermont, a box of extremely expensive Belgian chocolates for Christmas. (I can’t recall the name of the company, but I’ll check later.) We spent the week eating them, and then when there were only a few left, my 8-year-old daughter Callie picked one out, bit into it and cried out; then held out her hand to display a small metal bolt. (Fortunately no teeth were broken.) I took the bolt, and when we got home to Maine, wrote a very nice letter to the chocolate company’s American office, explaining what had happened, and sent it off with the offending metal. I then told Callie and her four-year-old brother, “We will now be supplied with chocolate for life.” Well, we weren’t set for life, but a week later an ENORMOUS box of chocolates (huge box, and three layers deep) arrived with a very nice very apologetic letter from the company. We ate those chocolates for about a month. They were fabulous. Sadly, I’ve never been able to afford to eat them since.’

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So let’s see what’s up for music reviews this time…

Kim looks at a very special recording in the form of Willie’s Last Session: ‘Imagine old friends getting together to play one last session, nine days before one of their members passes on from cancer. Folks who have an ease of playing together that can only come with the years. This is that album, recorded in 1993 and assembled on disc in 1999.  …The selections are mostly happy tunes, as befits a dance band and a final musical celebration for an old friend.’

Not to be outdone, Gary reviews a new release by Golfam Khayam and Mona Matbou Riahi, Iranian musicians who play guitar and clarinet, respectively. Gary says that on their album Narrante, ‘these two are combining Persian and western musical traditions in unusual ways. Their music to my ears sounds like it draws heavily from Andalusian traditions, Spanish classical guitar and the like, with other influences from contemporary classical and avant-garde styles.’

Paul says of the Strange but True: 25 Years of Friends & Tunes that ‘Northumbrian piper Kathryn Tickell has long been one of my favourite musicians. I can’t exactly put my finger on why; whether it’s the sublime playing, the always eclectic choice of songs and tunes, or even something as frivolous as knowing she was the inspiration for the lead character in one of my most-loved books, The Little Country by Charles de Lint. A lot of it has a great deal to do with the wonderful instrument she plays, the Northumbrian smallpipes, which are neither as harsh as the Scottish bagpipes nor as low and mournful as the Uilleann pipes.’

Robert, a/k/a “The Weird Music Guy” here at GMR, comes up with some very unusual classical Indian raga in a performance by Dr. N. Ramani and Hariprasad Chaurasia: ‘When we think of Indian raga, most of us will think of the sitar, and perhaps the sarod, the most common instruments used in performing this classical Indian music. What we don’t think of is flutes, in the case of this performance of the Raga Hindolam/Malkauns as a flute duet (known as a jugulbandi) that sounds in places like “Benny Goodman Goes Subcontinental.” ‘

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Our What Not this time is an excerpt from The Old Oak Chronicles: Interviews with Famous Personages  by Professor Arnel Rootmuster which is published by the Royal Library Press. It’s an interview with Sneezlewort Rootmuster Rowanberry Boggs the Seventh, a young faery at just over two centuries old. Our thanks to Terri Windling for transcribing this from the Elvish it was published in.

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Oh and his first new novel in a long time, Summerlong, will be out this Summer. You can read the press release from the publisher, Tachyon Publishing, here. Of course we’ll have a review of it soon, as Cat’s reading the galley now.

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A Kinrowan Estate Story: Turkish Coffee

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Coffee should be as black as hell, as strong as death, andas sweet as love. — Old Turkish saying

We’ve been playing backgammon to escape the heat of the summer, gathered round small tables at the Green Man Pub, or in the common areas of Kinrowan Hall. One of the players, Zina Lee, has been telling me about her liking of a certain beverage that’s popular in this building: ‘There are certain things that make civilization more . . . civilized. Overall, they tend to be the ones that encourage a sense of luxuriousness in one’s existence, and if they support a sense of community and of sharing with other people, so much the better.

For me, the inky little cups of Turkish coffee are exactly that — it’s not so much the coffee itself that’s so wonderful, but what tends to happen over the cups of it, even if I’m drinking it alone. I was in a tiny, tiny village in the pastoral English countryside visiting friends a bit ago, and after dinner we had Turkish coffee, some tunes, and a great deal of talking and laughing, in the lovely, warm, hospitable dining room of that unbelievably old house.

‘And I’ve just come back from a lovely little Turkish restaurant in the East End of London, having had a wonderful dinner with two handsome English gentlemen of my acquaintance. One is quiet, slender and dark, with a sardonic twitch to his mouth; the other is bluff, solidly-built and fair, with his sardonic twitch in the lift of his left eyebrow; but both of them are devastatingly intelligent, both can be dismayingly erudite, and also the both of them are vastly quick and entertaining. Over snifters of Turkish brandy and those tiny white cups of sweet hot coffee, the two had me giggling non-stop with their sharp, witty, and exquisitely detailed descriptions of the worst English towns one might have the misfortune to visit, in a rather loopy reversal on the more normal litany of sights one really must see.

Turkish coffee doesn’t cause these experiences, exactly, but they form an ineffable, intrinsic
of the conversations I’ve had while drinking the stuff.’

I’ve been sipping cups of Turkish coffee with Béla at a very small food stall that appears to have existed for quite some years near the Library in Kinrowan Hall… a small square of achingly sweet baklava, some Turkish coffee, and a friend’s company have been a luxury for a late afternoon break for no little time, thanks to the proprietor, a small, neat, clean-shaven gentleman of a certain age with a spotless white apron highlighting his closely-cropped jet-black hair and eyes.

He’s very skilled with his mortar and spoon, our host, grinding the beans to a very fine fluff, or gently stirring in the foam of the coffee as it boils in the gleaming ibrik over his little burner; part of the pleasure of the experience is watching him prepare the coffee after you’ve ordered it.

Something I never noticed until after the conversations with Zina about her digestif of choice is that, as soon as the Turkish coffee makes an appearance on the table, there’s an almost imperceptible relaxing of body tension, of the conversation turning towards something just that much more enjoyable, just a gentle click towards ‘civilized’ on the dial of the day.

The Turks have another old saying about coffee: ‘To drink one cup of coffee together guarantees forty years of friendship.’ At this point, Béla and I may have to live a few extra centuries to celebrate a friendship blessed with many cups of foamy Turkish coffee. May there be many more.

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What’s New for the 16th of May:

He. Does there have to be a he? It seems weak and unoriginal doesn’t it,  for stories told by girls to always have a he? ― Rinsai Rossetti’s The Girl With Borrowed Wings

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What’s New for the 17th of May: Béla Bartók’s Hungarian folk tunes, Oysterband live, a bacon cookbook, Golden Age sf from Poul Anderson, Cropredy reviewed, Darjeeling tea, space opera and much more!

There’s nothing for your comfort in the place where I was born
Someone’s got the roses ’cause my people got the thorns;
My people are the poor ones, their country made of stones 

Their wealth is in persistence, in stories and in bones

Oysterband’s ‘One Green Hill’

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Come in — I’m trying to find the top of my work table and so far I’ve not succeeded. It’s a mix of new books for the Estate Library, books I’m reviewing and a host of other things from audiobooks and journals with articles I’m interested in to samples of Library software which is a useless thing to send us as we use the Bibliotheca universalis™ software which learns what we need as things change here, or sometimes decides what’s needed even if we disagree…

Libraries, particularly old ones, are strange creatures full of folklore about themselves.  Our Library has stories told about it of indexes gone feralvanished Head Librarians, helpful ghostly apparitions, or even have hidden rooms.  Like our Library, our reviews are also often strange creatures full of things you didn’t know existed…

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A first novel in a new series by Genevieve Cogman found favour with Cat: ‘The Invisible Library combines storylines I love: alternate Earths, steampunk, and libraries. That it is well-written comes as a pleasant surprise, as usually the stone soup approach to writing fiction results in indigestion from too much grit and too little real flavour. This is really tasty!’

Gary looks at the first book in a series by a well-known author: ‘William Gibson, best known as one of the inventors of cyberpunk, has crafted a novel of the here and now, weaving together the threads of the unravelled 20th century into a thrilling tapestry of the 21st. Pattern Recognition is a tense, tautly constructed and darkly funny tale of post-9/11 angst and what may be the brave new world of globe-spanning Web-based community.’

We have another first from Robert — well, sort of: A collection of stories from the late Poul Anderson: ‘At long last, someone has begun the monumental task of issuing the late Poul Anderson’s classic stories of the Polesotechnic League in internal chronological order. Hank Davis, who compiled this volume (there are three volumes in total), has expanded the timeline to include some League prehistory and the series is being called The Technic Civilization Saga. Anderson was one of the luminaries of the Golden Age of science fiction, and his stories of the League rank with Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy series and Heinlein’s Future History as landmarks in the field.’

And speaking of traders — and we were, if you read the previous review — Robert has a look at a book that turns several genres on their heads: ‘To set oneself up as someone who can actually describe John Clute’s Appleseed is tantamount to hubris. . . . What if James Joyce had written Alice in Wonderland, with, perhaps, Philip José Farmer as the editor? Taking, mind you, the entire history of science fiction, complete with footnotes, as a subtext and adding touches of the history of Western civilization and fitting it into a nice little adventure/thriller?’

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Elizabeth took in a viewing of the film adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s Stardust novel and found it to be an engaging, if not precisely faithful rendition: ‘Rare for a fantasy-novel adaptation, the film succeeds as a stand-alone movie, that is, it has a well-paced, coherent, smooth-flowing narrative that never leaves the book-shy members of the audience feeling left out. Fans of the novel may be disappointed (although hardly surprised) to find that Gaiman’s bittersweet, laid-back fairytale has been translated into a more conventional, happier movie, but more conventional doesn’t equal entirely conventional, and this engagingly quirky movie is still guaranteed to entertain.’

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Jennifer L.S. Pearsal’s Big Book of Bacon gets reviewed by Gus: ‘Yes bacon. We use a lot of bacon at this Scottish Estate. Bacon in cheddar and bacon rolls, bacon and tomatoes in eggs, bacon in beef stew for a little extra flavour. Even one enterprising Kitchen staffer even created ice cream with smoky bacon and chocolate as its flavour. It actually tasted rather good. Well you get the idea. So when I discovered this book in a pile of galleys sent to us, I decided to give it a review.’

Jeff Koehler and Fajer Al- Kaisi’s  Darjeeling: The Colorful History and Precarious Fate of the World’s Greatest Tea audiobook gets reviewed by Reynard: ‘Tea is my favourite beverage since I was resident in southern Asia some decades ago as it was much easier there to find good tea than it was to find even one cup of coffee that was anything but horrible except in the high-end tourist hotels which I generally didn’t frequent. ’

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Muzsikas’ The Bartók Album gets an appreciative look by Brendan, who also reviewed Bartok’s  Yugoslav Folk Songs which you’ll see connects intrinsically to this recording: ‘During a recent festival in celebration of the works of Béla Bartók — one of this century’s most important musical composers — at Bard College, the Hungarian tradition revivalist band Muzsikas discovered that many people were quite familiar with Bartok’s classical compositions while being quite ignorant of the Hungarian folk musical traditions that inspired much of those compositions.’

John goes to an epic summer festival: ”What We Did On Our Holidays’ was the title of Fairport Convention’s second album for Island records in 1969. To paraphrase said title a little, what I did this year on my holidays was go to Cropredy in Oxfordshire for ‘Fairport’s Cropredy Convention’. But it wasn’t for the first time. In fact this was my eighth trip to Cropredy in the last ten years. So I am by no means a ‘Cropredy Virgin’. While it was familiar this year, it was also different, and exciting for reasons that will be revealed in the course of this review.’

For a break from the heat Gary reviews Black Ice by a piano jazz trio that’s international in flavor. A Dutch pianist leads the ensemble, backed by an Icelandic bassist and a Dutch drummer with experience in rock and pop as well as jazz. Like its namesake, Gary says this album has a shiny surface but hidden depths.

Some unusual things cross Robert’s desk, it seems — for example, a recording of John Adams’ The Mathematics of Resonant Bodies. (Yes, it’s music.) As Robert puts it, ‘Two things about John Luther Adams: Like other composers of his generation his path to composition followed some surprising twists — in his case, from rock bands to Frank Zappa to Edgard Varèse to Morton Feldman. Second, he lives in Alaska, where he relocated permanently in 1978.’ To find out why moving to Alaska is important, read on.

Another composer with — well, an unusual background is Eric Whitacre. Robert notes ‘Eric Whitacre is one of those contemporary composers whose background is as patchy as it is eclectic. He was thrown out of his high-school marching band, in which he played the trumpet, for being a troublemaker. As a teenager he played synthesizers in a technopop band, with the aim of being a rock star — or at least the dream. He then joined a chorus, reportedly by accident, at the University of Nevada, which he was attending as a Music Education major.’ Read how this all turned out in Robert’s review of Cloudburst and Other Choral Works.’

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The Fey are great lovers of fashion so it’s no surprise that Donna got to look at a catalogue for one show by them which is our What Not this time, Eugenie Bird’s Fairie-ality: The Fashion Collection from the House of Ellwand: ‘This book is a trifle, a whimsy, a delightful confection. I was going to call it a “delightful bit of fluff,” but as a ten by twelve inch hardbound volume, it’s a wee bit too substantial to be called fluff. Also, at the asking price of forty dollars US, it packs quite a financial wallop for a trifle — but so does all fashion.’

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So let’s finish off with the song whose opening lyrics led off this edition. This song first showed up on Alive and Shouting, a 1995 limited edition live album which was followed by Alive and Acoustic, another live album, several years later. ‘One Green Hill’ is performed here as part of their Bremen, Germany concert on the 3rd of April 1996.

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Huddled Masses Orchestra

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So have I talked to you about this group? It’s not akin to the Neverending Session, which is always here in some form, or even the resident Chasing Fireflies contradance band, which has several core members but adds other musicians who are here as need be. No, this is a much more ephemeral group that just seemingly is ready to suddenly do a concert even though a fortnight ago there was no sign of them existing.

It was near unto fifty years ago, I’m told, that this group first did a concert here. The Steward at the time recorded in his Journal that Béla, our resident Hungarian violinist, who had been here but a few years, told one of the musicians here that a group of his refugee friends from behind the Iron Curtain wanted to do a concert as a memorial to those who lost their lives in resisting the new regimes. Not something the British authorities were keen to have done, but they did little to stop it as long it was done quietly. So he agreed to let it be a go.

The group consisted of both stringed instrument players and vocalists from myriad captive nations. Poles and Germans, Estonians, Hungarians and Czechs… Well you get the idea. No three of them spoke the same tongue but the lingue des halles was French. I could follow the conversation because I’ve an ear for French and can follow German, but there was a mélange of other tongues as well.

They didn’t have much of a range of instruments, mostly violins and a few other stringed instruments such as violas and cellos. Oh and that most lovely of instruments – the voice.  In the ten concerts they’ve done down the years, they’ve always made sure that the vocalists in the group get their due. Be it sung in Polish or any of the other languages in the group, it’s superb to hear them.

Béla has been the mainstay from the outset, though I’m certain that I recognise several other performers as being part of Huddled Masses from the beginning of the group. They’ve got better at planning — now we know many months in advance when they be here for a fortnight so we can arrange housing and alert the Kitchen that they’ll be requesting their favourite fare.

Since all of them want to share their musical traditions, we arrange for a number of students to study with them while they’re here. It’s fascinating to watch a Slovakian singer teach her songs to students of Slovakian descent who’ve never heard their songs performed live. And our Pub Manger, Reynard, says several of the Hungarian violinists managed to get the musos in the Neverending Session to do an evening of Hungarian tunes the last time they were here.

I know you’re curious why they haven’t returned home now that The Wall came down nearly thirty years ago.  Well, some of them did, but many had married, had children and settled in communities of their liking. So the majority of the group has always been “from” the UK, Ireland and Northern Europe from the beginning and still are. Email and other net apps have made it easier for them to keep in touch, and many get together often as a result.

Suffice it to say that the three concerts they held here, each with a different content, were magnificent, with every corner of the theatre in the round that’s the old stone livestock auction house packed with folks from the Estate and from as far away as Poland.

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What’s New for the 19th of April: Psychedelic Turkish music And Cuban Jazz, E.B. White biography, Tricksters, Music of a Heavenly Nature, On Tap in Our Pub, and other cool matters

For every thing there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance. — Ecclesiastes 3:2, King James Bible

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Ahhhh, I see you’re studying the chalk board that lists our libation offerings this evening. It shows that we’re currently offering Full Moon Ale, Celebration Ale, White Horse Ale, Lady in The Wood IPA, Queen’s Lament IPA, Wind in The Willows IPA, Albion Cider, Draw Down the Moon Cider, Kinrowan Special Reserve Cider, High Meadow Mead, Widdershins Mead, Dawn Breaking Mead, Odin’s Ravens’ Metheglin, Banish Misfortune Stout and Oberon’s Wood Stout. And of course all are produced here on the Estate by Bjorn, our Brewmaster.

Quite a list to choose from. As the Pub Manager here, I’ve sampled all of them and I’d particularly recommend the Queen’s Lament IPA named after a story told here late on an Autumn night, Drink Down the Moon Cider which is named after a novel by Charles de Lint, a favourite writer round these parts, is rather good and I recommend the Banish Misfortune Stout if you’re in the mood for something seriously dark. If you’re a drinker of Welsh style meads, our metheglin is well-worth trying.

Speaking of de Lint, we’ve been updating our  edition on him and his works for an Autumn publication as he’s been quite busy as his Triskell Press has been releasing new editions of his rather deep catalog and impressive new offerings as well including ‘Somewhere in My Mind There Is a Painting Box’ which is one of the reviews we’ll have soon, and it involves one of the three Dillard Sisters who are to be found togather in Seven Wild Sisterswith just two of them, Laurel and Bess in Medicine Road and Lillian who’s related to them in The Cats of Tanglewood Forest.

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Denise takes us from espionage to E.B. White, with a review of Melissa Sweet’s Some  Writer!: The Story of E.B. WhiteAt first, Denise thought she might not be up to the task of reviewing an autobiography of this esteemed author, but quickly changed her mind. ‘I needn’t have worried; Sweet did all the work for me, and beautifully too. For anyone else who wonders if a book about a writer they remember from childhood tales (and perhaps that Freshman English guide) may be outside of their bailiwick?  I say dig in.’

In keeping with her YA theme this edition, Denise also looks at Maryrose Wood’s What I Wore To Save The World “A very engaging story with a main character that is down to earth and not just an author’s wish fulfillment in prose form.  This will be a fun series to follow in future volumes; Ms. Wood has provided just enough change in Morgan’s life — natural and supernatural — to keep readers hungry for more.”

Robert brings us a look at an investigation of folklore — from an unexpected source: Avram Davidson’s Adventures in Unhistory: ‘What makes this collection of more than passing interest, and particularly appropriate for Green Man Review, is that it is, quite legitimately, an exploration of the mechanisms of folklore. Call them lectures, call them essays, call them wild speculations with a solid foundation in the ways people rationalize their universe, they are a series of madcap, breathless adventures in the histories of many of our archetypes.’

And from the frying pan into the fire, so to speak: next up is Robert’s look at a particular kind of folklore — what we can call “Trickster tales,” as presented by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling in The Coyote Road: ‘Trickster gods have long fascinated me, mostly because they are the most entertaining characters in mythology. They also represent the element of chance in the universe, and point as well to an underlying truth about our conception of godhood: Tricksters are the polar points on the continuum of “good” and “bad” — heroes and villains, buffoons and sages, creators and destroyers — most points in between.’

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Gereg looks at an interesting culinary book: ‘Where does your food come from? What elements of the landscape made their way into the flavour of your favourite maple syrup, or your apples? If you haven’t been asking yourself questions along these lines already, Rowan Jacobsen’s American Terroir will make you eager to start.’

imageDonna looks at a boxset from the Byrds entitled There is a Season: ‘I am old enough to remember listening to the early Byrds singles on my transistor radio when I walked to high school from my house. I liked them better than the Beatles, but not as much as the Rolling Stones or the Jefferson Airplane or the Who. Listening to the first couple of CDs in this retrospective boxed set took me back, as in ‘I think I’m goin’ back to a more innocent time in my life and in the ongoing saga of the music industry.I also remember playing later Byrds songs, like ‘Chestnut Mare’ and ‘Lover of the Bayou,’ when I worked at album-oriented rock radio stations in the 1970s.’

The Seattle-based trio duende libre plays ‘solid, groove-filled Cuban jazz,’ Gary says. Their self-titled debut CD, he says, ‘is a solid, upbeat collection of tunes that, like Cuba itself, is an engaging blend of musical styles.’

Lebanon’s Marcel Khalife is a prolific, controversial and well-known composer, singer and player of the oud. Gary takes a look at his latest work, Andalusia of Love, which draws on the poetry of the late Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. He’s joined by his sons, pianist Rami and percussionist Bachar, and Jilbert Yamine on the hammered dulcimer called the kanoun. ‘Throughout this work there is virtuosic playing, some of a solo nature but mostly by the ensemble,’ Gary says. ‘It’s a moving performance of music that is complex yet welcoming.’

Psychedelic Turkish music released by a German label in the ’70s and ’80s? That’s what Gary says Uzelli Psychedelic Anadolu is. The label is preparing for digital re-release of its massive catalog, and this sampler focuses on psychedelic recordings on cassette and vinyl from 1975 to 1984.

Robert has a look at a new take on an old form in a newly released recording from ECM, Trio Mediaeval and Arve Henriksen’s Rímur: ‘My first exposure to rímur came about when a recording by the Icelandic performer Steindór Andersen crossed my desk. Having wrapped my head around the forms and sounds in Andersen’s renderings of a traditional Icelandic form with strong foundations in medieval sources, I was intrigued by the idea of Trio Medieval tackling the same kind of material, given their own background in medieval music.’

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The biblical quote that is at the beginning of this post is in itself wonderful language, but it was also turned into a song by Pete Seeger in the late 50s. The song was originally released in 1962 as ‘To Everything There Is a Season’ on the Limeliters’ album Folk Matinee and then some months later on Seeger’s own The Bitter and the Sweet. In late ’65 when it was covered by the Byrds, it became an international hit reaching the top of the charts stateside and here.

The performance of it that I’ve got for you here is neither by Seeger nor the Byrds but rather done by Judy  Collins at the Newport Folk Festival, 25th of July 1965. So here’s  ‘Turn, Turn, Turn’ as superbly performed by her.

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A Kinrowan Estate story: da Vinci’s Dragon

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We’ve a board near the Pub where everything from when Chasing Dragonfly will be playing next to tasters being wanted by Bjorn, our brewmaster, are posted.

And then there’s a sheet of parchment that really gets an argument going, any time the board decides to let it turn up again — an exquisite anatomical study of a dragon, rendered in the style of Leonardo da Vinci and with his signature scrawled at the bottom. Labeled ‘Anatomia del Draconis’, it catches a lot of eyes. It’s not uncommon to come in and see a knot of people studying that one – some swearing it’s genuine, others equally convinced it’s a fake.

Some of us are convinced that board is aware in some fashion or another. Or that there’s a spell on it, since its been up or the last few centuries. Or Moth and Peaseblossom are up to one of their Fey tricks again…

It’d been well over fifty years  since it last showed up, so we decided this time to have a da Vinci expert, one of the most respected in the world, flown here at our expense to look at it. (We had removed it from the board before he got here and placed it in a protective sleeve. We didn’t want him to have a coronary when he saw it there.)  So he arrived and proceeded to examine it.

It is, he said, either authentic or the best forgery of a da Vinci that he’s ever seen. Either way, it’s quite valuable. And at that point, it disappeared yet again.  So we got to explain that it was a magical item, something he rejected, claiming we’d done a parlour trick on him. So we paid him his fee, drove him to the train station, and all agreed that next time we’d let missing dragons be.

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