Theatre: Shakespeare in a Quarry

 The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare, directed by Susan Weingarten, Shakespeare Northwest, Rexville-Blackrock Amphitheatre, Through 7 August.

OK, you can come back now. I'm done with local politics for a couple weeks. 

All the World's a Stage

The Skagit Valley is pretty far off my beaten path, but a member of my playwriting group is the director, so I and two fellow Quills decamped the far-off lands of the Skagit Valley north of the city for this production. Shakespeare Northwest is a plucky band of thespians who bring the Bard's work to life in a natural setting.

That setting is alongside Pleasant Ridge, in what looks like would once be a stone quarry. It is near the Rexville Grange, a large hall for the Order of Patrons of Husbandry, set back among the trees in the back of the property. The outdoor stage is simple bare stage with a few backdrops. The groundlings (and everyone is a groundling here) bring their own chairs. blankets, and drinks.

(And as a note, I stopped for dinner at the nearby Rex Bistro, a bustling place with a good smashburger. Just passing that on.)

The play itself is classic mix-up. Two sets of twins, master and servant, separated as babies, find themselves in the same town. They bear the same name (Antipholus for the master, Dromio for the servant) and appearance. The native Antipholus is married, the newcomer is not, but is stunned by the fact that everyone recognizes him by name, and is convinced the entire town is beset by witches. There are mixed deliveries, assignations, tasks, tokens, the Dromios are beaten for following their masters' orders, and the new Antipholus falls for the native Antipholus's wife's sister. And their original parents are on the scene, though they don't realize it yet. Hilarity results.

It is at its base a screwball comedy, and the troupe leans into it, decked out in 1930's garb. Add to that some songs from Cole Porter and Rogers and Hart, and you has more than a whiff of that decade. Abbot and Costello would fit right into this version. One of the challenges of the play is dealing with twins (A mystery is never about twins, while a Shakespeare play its a good bet). This version uses the same actor as the Antipholus (Antipholi?) and the same actor as the Dromios, and pulls it off with mild costume changes (hats and ties). 

The actors themselves were very good, though un-microphoned and outdoors, they had to project over the wind in the trees and the occasional truck on the main road. Carolyn Travis threw themselves into the roles of both new and original-flavor Antipholus with increasing frustration over the situation. Stacy Brooks as the suffering wife Adriana was excellent, as well as winning the "Sonnet Slam" at the start of the evening (five actors each present a Shakespearean sonnet - a hat is passed and winner gets the proceeds). My fellow Quill, Susan Weingarten, did an excellent job directing this, the farcical of Shakespeare's plays, and yes, it was a long trip home in the dark, but worth it.

Shakespeare Northwest's site is here, and here's the calendar of their performances. Some of which are actually down in Seattle. Worth checking out.

More later, 

The Political Desk: Summing up a Summer Primary

 What, that's it?

Yep, this year's primary is kinda quiet. The biggest ticket is US Rep for us up in the Panther Lake area, and we're looking for a replacement for County Assessor, as well as a slew of State Supreme Court candidates. 

Here are my recommendations. You don't have to  pay attention to them, and I encourage you to make your own decisions. One of the great advantages of mail-in ballots is that it gives you the chance to deliberate as opposed to being in a voting booth facing a bunch of strange names and no idea what to do. 

There are whole slew of other people's endorsements and recommendations, but I recommend people start with the Voter's Guide, which allows the candidates to present themselves in their own words (or their approved words). Sometimes its a great place to see red flags, or to reveal their personal story or preferences. You want to see who is giving money to the various candidates? Check out the Public Disclosure Commission here.

The two big sets of media endorsements are:

The Stranger. which tends to be lefty loosie, swung more away from progressive candidates this time around. Their arguments can be a little loose, and they often do not get this far south of the city.

The Seattle Times goes a little more righty-tighty, but aims at centrist and pro-business. Oddly, they've currently got their recommendations behind a paywall, which is just dumb.

And I should note that here you can find a summary of the two major papers, with notes about where they agree with each other.

Other than that?

The Urbanist does a damned fine job summing up the races and covers a lot of the races that the mains don't deal with.

Washingtonsupremecourt.org does a great job summarizing the state of the state's supreme court, 

The Fuse Progressive Voters Guide weighs in, giving their choices and why other candidates may not have made the cut. Here's the link for King County, but you can search around for other locations as well. 

The Lefty Cheat Sheet does a good job gathering together all of the endorsements of the center-to-left crowd, for your viewing enjoyment.

The Sierra Club's notes are here. The state GOP talks about their chosen judges here. The King County Dems talk here. 

And with all of that out of the way, here's what I put down. You can find my rationale and rationalizations in the earlier entries.

US Representative District 9: Adam Smith 

State Representative, District 11: Ashley Fedan

King County Assessor: Robert Foxcurran

Washington State Supreme Court:

Position 1: Colleen Melody 

Position 3: Mike Diaz

Position 5: Theo Angelis

Position 7: Debra Stephens

And that's it for me. The deadline is 4 August, and I strongly advise voting early because of all the craziness at the National Level. And if you no longer trust the post office, here is a link with your friendly neighborhood voting drop-offs.

OK,  I went to all the trouble of providing all the links. Now go out there and vote!

More later,

The Political Desk: The Supremes

 This, surprisingly, is the big ticket item for this election. Washington State Supreme Court judges are elected as opposed to appointed, and we have no less than five races going on right now for nine positions. This site does a pretty good job laying out the state of the court, along with their websites, cash raised, and endorsements. And the more conservative factions in the state are throwing some cash behind the more conservative candidates who are running. Because one thing we need in this country are more conservative judges.

We have five positions up this year. One has just two candidates, so is not on your ballot, and is to fill an open slot from mandatory retirement (something else WA state does for its justices). Two are special elections for positions that have been temporarily filled. One is an open seat because of a retiring judge, and the last one is just a regular election. The candidates are:

Position 1: Colleen Melody was appointed at the start of this year to replace the retiring Mary Yu. However, she's shown her chops and her law, impressing the Times and even the persnickety folks at The Stranger with the depth of her legal knowledge. So, yeah, Colleen Melody.

Position 3: The current incumbent is not seeking re-election. Mike Diaz comes with a hole heaping pack of experience, endorsements, and knowledge. Yeah, he knows his stuff.

Position 4: The current incumbent has hit mandatorily retirement. This position has just two candidates, so I'll save any comments for the general, except to note that the Lovely Bride worked very hard not to accidentally skewer one of the candidates at the recent Mercer Island parade. But that's a story for another time.

Position 5: Theo Angelis is another appointment, replacing retiring Barbara Madsen. He's still the new kid here, but I'm going to recommend him in any event. Sharonda Amamilo is also good.

Position 7: Chief Justice Debra Stephens is up for re-election, and, well, she's done a good job over all these years. Yeah, let's keep her. 

And that's it. One more post, and we'll be done.

More later, 

The Political Desk: Assessing the Assessor

 A single county position is up this year, and with it comes scandal. The King County Assessor's office is responsible for setting the taxable value (valuation) of residential, personal, and commercial property for property taxes. They do not have influence on what those taxes are (though they have opinions) but are responsible for setting the base number that those taxes are based on.

Here's the current scandal, the current County Assessor, John A Wilson, has served long and well, and has on occasion ran without competition. However, of late he has been hip-deep in personal problems, including stalking and harrasing his ex, at one point being fitted with an ankle monitor to track his migratory habits. The surprise here is that he hasn't stepped down before now (because we kinda take that sort of thing serious in these parts) but he has stated he will not run for re-election. So we have four candidates that are are up for his position. 

Al Dams is the Chief Deputy Assessor under the current guy, and has been keeping the lights on over there while his boss was posting taunts from his hot tub. He points out there will be no ramp-up period for a new guy to get his bearing. He has a bunch of endorsements.

Rob Foxcurran was the Senior Appraiser of the City of Seattle, and, as such has been deeply involved in valuations of properties in the city. He also has a whole pack of endorsements.

Christopher Roberts is a former mayor of Shoreline and has managed big budgets and delivered on housing affordability. He is pushing transparency in office and regaining the trust of the electorate. He is also weighing in with a lot of endorsements.

Dominique M Scarimbalo is a wraith. She's on the ballot, has a web site, but has raised no funding according to the Public Disclosure Committee. Nor has she showed up in discussions from The Stranger or the Times of the candidates. According to her Voter's Guide entry, she's proudly not a politician (she runs a brewpub down here in Kent) and is protesting our current tax system overall. So if you want a protest vote of the entire system, have at.

Me? I'm going to go for Robert Foxcurran, who combines both experience in the field with a fresh face and outlook.

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The Political Desk: State Positions

 After the single Federal-level position on my ballot, we slip quickly down to the list to the State Legislature. We're in the 11th Legislative District, which overlaps the heart of the 9th Congressional, and includes Tukwila and Renton and just the northern tip of Kent. We're in the northern tip, while the rest of Kent is split between the 33rd and 47th., so yinz folk will have to look elsewhere.

In elections with an incumbent, you are often looking at an asymmetric conflict. The incumbent has experience, imbedded access to the mechanisms of politics, a set of previous endorsements, and a track record in that job (which can be good or bad or sometimes both). They also have been in touch with their constituents throughout their term through mail and emails (and yes, I DO read those). Challengers, on the other hand, often benefit from the fact that they DON'T have a track record in that particular position, and can ofter their intent for once they get into office. They may often have applicable experience in the "real" world (as opposed to politics). 

Anyway, there are two representative positions in the state legislature for each district (and a state senator, but that positions is not up for a vote this time). Position 1 has three candidates:

David Hackney is the incumbent, a Democrat that has done very well in the position over the past few terms. I would put his highpoints as his recent vote for the the "millionaire's tax" and one requiring base qualifications for sheriffs. He's pushed transparency in government as well. He's pushed anti-fraud bills but they have not progressed through the chambers yet, so that's a work in progress.

Ashley Fedan is his Democratic Party challenger, a former Navy Nurse (Lt. Commander in the nursing corps). She was a precinct committee officer for the 11th District, and is running on health gace, housing and pro-working families and pro-union. That's a good platform.

Christian Rombourgh is the Republican, which I think is a good thing because most of the GOP has given up King County for dead. Christian is an ironworker who demands real accountability, reducing red tape, supporting good-paying jobs, supporting trade unions and defending working peoples. Good approach, to be honest. His web site, alas, is still under construction as I write this. 

It feels like, when the dust settles, it is going to be Hackney against Fedan, a choice between two very good candidates. I'm going to recommend Ashley Fedan, at least for the Primary.

Also, there's Position 2, which has a single candidate - incumbent Steve Berquist. This blog does not pass on endorsements for single candidates, but just between you and me, Berquist has bee doing a good job, so I'm not too bent out of shape about him not having competition this time around.

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The Political Desk: US Rep. 9th District

The biggest prize on my ballot is the US Representative, 9th District. The 9th runs from Bellevue and Mercer Island down to Federal Way and Auburn and has an incredibly diverse population, strong ties to Boeing, and includes SeaTac airport.

The incumbent is Adam Smith. Nope, not the 18th Century economic philosopher, but the 30-year Democratic incumbent. He's usually challenged from the right, but most recently from the left. He is currently the head of the House Armed Services committee. He's of the Centrist Moderate breed, but has been against a swollen military budget, against the war/conflict/whatever with Iran, and has most recently come out in favor of impeaching the President. By the same token, he's partially responsible for Trump retaking the White House in 2024 by being a leading voice in advising President Biden not to run for re-election. So now we have a guy in charge who is in even worse physical and mental condition (while Biden, when he pops up in public view, is looking pretty spry for a dude fighting cancer).

His big opponent is Kshama Sawant, socialist and former member of the Seattle City Council. As a member of council, she led the charge for raising the minimum wage in Seattle. She's also a passionate firebrand who has been disciplined and arrested on occasion for public protests. The Stranger likes her because she does not play well with others and throws elbows. [Addendum: After initially posting this, I was reminded that Sawant refused to endorse Kamala Harris last Presidential election, instead popping for the Green Party candidate. So if I'm going to gripe about Smith for damaging his party's chances, its only fair to be broad-based.]

Also to the left of Mr. Smith is Melissa Chaudhry, who ran against Smith the last time and is running a grassroots campaign. She's anti-ICE (for good reason - her husband was picked up in the sweeps - she fought against them in court and won). She's also admitted that she's running as a Democrat for the primaries, and should she win, she'll switch over to the Green Party. She's an excellent candidate, but that gives me a little pause.

We also has a Socialist Workers Party candidate Jacob Perasso, who supports, well, worker's rights, and his other position (opposing the whatever in Iran. infrastructure, Ukraine) all comes from that basis. There hasn't been a lot of noise about his campaign.

Finally, we're looking at the lone Republican, Doug Basler, who pushes the idea of "common sense, moderation, and "practical solutions in a highly charged political environment" in his voter's write-up, without mentioning that his previous election-denying conspiracies as conservative talk-show host, he contributed to that high charging. 

As a gamer, I'm looking at Mr. Smith, holding the most moderate position, carrying through the general, and since we have three candidates to the left, and one candidate to the right, it is likely the more progressive votes will splinter and it will be Smith vs Basler, where the republican candate gets about a third of the total votes. 

As a voter? A lot of pundits are going for "No choice" so far here, but I'm going to put my counter on Adam Smith. Not because I agree with him on everything, or forgive him for past mistakes, but because he actually sounds like he's listening to his constituents and representing them accordingly. 

More later, 

The Political Desk: The Primary Madness Begins

 All right, he says, rolling up his sleeves. Let's do this.

This time of year, I descend into madness and talk about upcoming elections, chasing off those readers who are expecting theatre reviews, book reviews, and the occasional cavalcade of new game releases. I've been doing it for twenty-five years now, so why stop now?

And, for people who have just stumbled onto this site, I have rules, because what are we as a civilization if we don't have rules?

• I comment on races that are on my personal ballot. And those are for the northern portion of Kent, Washington, that includes Panther Lake, on the East Hill. And I like it that way. I mean, who am I to tell you what to do with your vote if I don't have skin in the game? And while I will on occasion dabble in elections beyond my normal ken, I try to keep it to a minimum. 
• For the primaries, I ignore races which have only two candidates, usually. Washington State is a top two primary state, which means that top two vote-getters go ahead to the general election. That has a tendency to reduce (but not eliminate) the power of traditional political parties. Now, they have money and the ability to get their message out, but that's not always the case. Further, because it is top-two, we often see two Democrats (and rarely two Republicans, but it happens) vying for a position.
• I really want to put good people in office. You know, folks who will do the job, even if they don't agree with me on every point. I further like people who are willing to listen to opposing viewpoints, and maybe, maybe see their own viewpoints altered as a result. And for a bunch of offices, we don't even list who is the official Dem/GOP candidate, so you have to do your own digging and see who is endorsing who.
• I don't post these on Facebook, Bluesky, or the other socials, because these are frankly my opinions and I don't feel like splattering them over the joint (there are enough people already doing that sort of this - go have at!). So if you want the very-local political dirt, you have to tune in here to this station. 
• I give other references, though that number has subsided in recent years, much to my frustration (I really miss the Municipal League). The Seattle Times tends to lean towards pro-business, centrist views, though they have a new publisher, who is son of the old publisher. The Stranger also has a new publisher (and is looking for a new editor-in-chief), and usually swings to the left, though this year they don't like much of anyone because even the progressives don't tick all their boxes. There are a few others out there, like the The Urbanist, which endorses on a wide swath of offices and for the serious lefties among you, the Lefty Cheat Sheet compiles all the various endorsements (unions, blogs, newspapers) in one place. We also get a voter's guide, which should help as well, since all the entries are penned by the candidate, or at least by candidate's people, and while there is a high percentage of "I'm honored to serve you" type of statements, there are often red flags and windows into dark souls in that mess.

Now, Washington is mail-voter state, which means you get a ballot, you fill it out, and you mail it back (or drop it off in one of a number of drop-boxes).  I think that works. When I first moved here, we had more traditional voting, where you had to take time off whatever you were doing that day and get to a polling location. We were in Rush precinct, and the polling location was at the bottom of the hill at Meeker School. I would pop in before I went to work and would be voter #3. The Lovely Bride would show up in early afternoon and be voter #16. So, yeah, I like getting more people voting, even if they don't vote the way I want them to.

Now, some of our conservative brethren are not wild about this state of affairs. They love elections, mind you, but of the authoritarian breed, where there is one official candidate, selected for you in advance, and only certain people are permitted to vote. And opposition candidates tend to get arrested, exiled, or fall out of dangerously unsafe windows. They've already tried to get an initiative this year where they can go through the voting roles and get rid of folk they don't like (which failed to get enough signatures to get on the ballot this fall, so I'd say it wasn't popular). On the National Level they've been trying to convince people that Trump won in 2020 (they've lost 60 court cases so far trying to prove that) and want the Post Office to stop delivering ballots to your home, and to stop counting those ballots if the Post Office doesn't postmark them in time. So vote early folks, while you still have the chance.

And that's about it. We are on a fairly tight schedule here  - the due date is 4 August, which is right around the corner. So let's blow through the ones on my ballot and I can get back to talking about collectable quarters.

More later, 

Book: The Old New Weird

 Three Moments of an Explosion by China Miéville, Del Rey Books, an imprint of Random House, 2016

Provenance: I picked this up at the Page Turner in downtown Kent, when I was looking for a completely different book. And that's the nature of the Page Turner in that sort of thing happens quite often.

Review: OK, I'm a fan of China Miéville, but I haven't read everything that he's written. I started early with Perdido Street Station (published in 2000), and the two other books set in the same world, The Scar and The Iron Council. I enjoyed The City and City and Kraken (which I did not review - I don't review everything here), and really liked (and reviewed) October, a non-fiction book about the Russian Revolution. So I picked up this collection of his short fiction, adding it to the To Be Read pile, and finally getting into it in the past month or so. 

And, to my lack of surprise, I enjoyed it tremendously. There are a LOT of stories here, ranging from widely-published works to stuff that was used as handouts at a exhibition in Liverpool. As a result, though you get a good feeling for how and what Miéville writes over a number of different stories. 

When Miéville first showed up with Perdido Street Station, he quickly got folded into his own subgenre- the New Weird. This was over 25 years ago, so the patina of "new" may have gotten a bit threadbare since then, but there are not a lot of other books that fit neatly into that category. Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer gets mentioned a bunch as a sister volume, and I could put The City We Became by N. K. Jemisin in that general category. Piranesi could elbow its way in as well with a good argument or two.

But genre is a slippery marketing term - it effectively says: If you liked THAT, you'll like THIS. But it also sets up it own set of walls - This is NOT magical realism. This is NOT urban fantasy. This is not old school or cozy or like a lot of other things you've seen. It is akin to all of that, but it is a thing of its own right. The Old Weird belongs to Clark Ashton Smith and Lovecraft, and it has a good linkage with that as well, but this is a different animal.

So what is Miéville's encampment of the New Weird? Well, it has strange doings - icebergs calving above the skies of London, animated oil rigs. card decks with suits that only appear once in a lifetime, or etchings on bones newly-pulled from cadavers. It has body horror, in addictive parasites to people who put on dead animal heads or medical actors who suddenly present with symptoms for future diseases.  Miévilles brand of the New Weird is very urban (usually) and Londonian (keep your wiki link open for when you hit something idiosyncratic).

Most of all (and I think this applies to the New Weird in general) - it is unexplained. No one steps forward in the story with a reason why animated oil rigs are blundering ashore like kaiju.  Even those seeking the truth discover nothing but dead ends and unsure resolutions. Miéville in his short fiction keeps his focus tight on his protagonists (who are also usually his victims), and they are awash in this unsurity as well. This may be a hallmark of the NW, or at least Miévilles patch of earth within it.

It is interesting and puzzling and amazing and horrible and wonderful. It's worth hunting down and reading.

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Book and a Movie: Kick in the Pance

 The Benson Murder Case by S.S. Van Dyne, Charles Scribener's Sons, 1926

The Benson Murder Case, Directed by Frank Tuttle, Paramount Pictures, 1930

Provenance: Picked this up at the Page Turner, Kent's expansive used and new bookstore. It particular book also happened to be of the collection of Sacnoth, who had been cleaning out his shelves over time. He in turn had purchased the book in 1996 in Madison, Wisconsin (he tends to annotate all his books). This book was one of my "waiting books" - read when I'm waiting for an appointment, or for friends to show up at a restaurant. As a result, I may get two or five pages in before I have to put it aside. So the "waiting books" will be carried around for a while in a deep-pocketed jacket before finally getting finished.

As for the movie version, Sacnoth and friends watch old movies on Saturdays when we are not playing Call of Cthulhu, and have gone through all four of the William Powell Vance movies. While the book is the first of the Vance Vance novels, the movie version was the third starring William Powell. 

Reviews: As the first Philo Vance novel, and it is interesting in what it shows and what drops away later in the series, as well as changes made for the movies. Philo Vance is one of the elite dilettante school of detectives (Lord Peter Wimsey beats him out, since he first showed up in 1923 and who, like Vance, has a friend in law enforcement that allows him access to ongoing cases. 

In the case of the book, Vance's bud, District Attorney Markham is approached by an old and respected friend to investigate the death of his brother, who was his partner in a stock firm. The brother was found seated in his chair in his living room, dressed in his smoking jacket, shoeless and without his toupee, shot through the head. There was a large amount of evidence cast about, and the DA and police go through several suspects, all of which get proven innocent in turn by Vance.

Vance rejects such trivialities as facts and evidence and concentrates on the psychological nature of the killer - what sort of person would kill Benson in this matter? He claims to know the murderer from the get-go, but dances about, demonstrating to the DA that the latest prime suspect fails the test for some reason or another. In fact, he seems to delight in proving the agents of law enforcement wrong, all the while concern trolling their predicament. He's a bit arrogant about the whole thing.

The Van Dyne who is the narrator claims that position as being Vance's lawyer, and is only telling the tale now because Vance has retired to Europe. In the book, he serves no purpose as a character but to declare Vance as being brilliant and noting the growing frustration of the DA as Vance shows off one blind alley after another. Vance in this initial book comes off as insufferable, such that the DA (and the reader) just wants to shout "give us the answer, already". He actually becomes more likeable in later novels, but still absolutely sure of himself.

The movie, on the other hand, junks about everything except the title, Vance, and some of the supporting cast. Our invisible narrator did not make the transfer. In addition, the movie version riffs off the recent stock market crash. Benson is confronted with a bunch of clients who have lost money and are fed up with his shenanigans. Benson then retires to his country house and is shot. And it turns out Benson lives right next door to his good friend DA Markham, who brings along Vance to investigate. And one of the suspects says that Vance just got lucky in a previous case and challenges him to find the real culprit.

Which of course, he does. But he does it with a bit more grace than his novel incarnation, and more attention to the little facts and clues. He uses less psychobabble in his  explanations (I swear, the last chapter of the book is filled with his explanation of why the killer HAD to be a certain suspect, in part because women are not cool-headed enough to shoot a man accurately in the head). The movie version really hinges of William Powell's performance, who makes Vance actually likable. You can see the bits and bemused  mannerisms that he will bring to the Thin Man movies (and yeah, he's more likeable there than in the original book version as well).

So yeah, the novel is a time capsule - Vance was incredibly popular in his time, and the line "Philo Vance needs a kick in the pance" from Ogden Nash (of limerick fame) in 1931 just underscores the both the character's popularity and division he presented to readers. The movie version is traditional for its era as well, but a lot easier to swallow and worth hunting down if you're a fan of old pre-code Hollywood.

So yeah, check out the movie if you have a spare afternoon. The book? Only if you have a deep interest.

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Faceplant

You know, I don't talk a lot about my personal life around here, but this one was an adventure, so I'll share.

Last Saturday, the Lovely Bride and I went to Bainbridge Island, which is across the Sound from Seattle. We were invited to a friend's housewarming party and decided to make a day of it. So after our Saturday morning Tai Chi class we changed out of our uniforms and headed into downtown Seattle to catch the ferry. There was no FIFA soccer game that day, and the Pride parade was going to be Sunday, so it was a pretty straight shot, and after about an hour's wait on the Seattle side, we drove onto the Wenatchee ferry and headed to Bainbridge.

And Bainbridge was pretty classy, though we only saw a small fraction of it this time. We had lunch at poke place in a converted gas station not too far from the ferry docks, and took in the Bainbridge Island Art Museum, a small museum with very nice paper and fabric art.

And then ...

I missed stepping up onto a curb while crossing back to the parked car. I pitched forward, and had my hand in my pocket, fishing out the car keys so I could not catch myself. I went down like a sack of wet cement at the side of the road, my head bouncing off the asphalt and driving the frame of my now-broken glasses into my eyebrow. 

There was blood. A lot of blood. And a lot of concerned, helpful passers-by who helped me to my feet and suggested calling an ambulance. The LB and I got back to the car, and I ruined one of her handkerchiefs mopping up blood while she found the nearest urgent care on her phone. We went there, expecting to get cleaned up and maybe a few stitches for the eyebrow.

Instead ...

Due to my age and the fact that I had a bit of resistance turning my head to the right, they put me into an immobilizing collar and popped me into an ambulance bound for Silverdale, which was the closest ER. That took about twenty minutes, and was the first time I was conscious in an ambulance. Not bad. At the ER, they did a battery of tests on me - an MRI which showed I had no concussion, an x-ray that said I had extreme arthritis in my right hand, and an ultrasound that determined I had no blood clots in my right leg (though I still have a pain in the front quad muscle there, but I had that before I stage-dived on the road). And then they cleared the asphalt fragments out of my wounds, closed the eyebrow gash with some glue, bandaged me up and sent me on my way.

At this point, the shortest route home was south through Tacoma, so we stopped at the Lobster Shop for a pleasant meal (The LB had refitted my glasses together enough that I was presentable, though of course she was driving by that point). And since then, I've been at home, self-medicating on Tylenol and rum & colas and taking my meetings in on slack and zoom.

And that's about it. The only interesting note was that the Lovely B was really impressed with Bainbridge, and liked the idea of "island life", right up to the point that she found out the nearest hospital was a half-hour drive away. That cooled her ardor a bit.  But in the mean time, I'm still working from home and concentrating on healing up.

And that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. 

More later, 

Book: Women in Their 20s

 Bobbed Hair and Bathtub Gin: Writers Running Wild in the Twenties by Marion Meade, Harcourt Books, 2004

Provenance: Unsure, but from the pencil marking on the inside cover, I'd guess Half-Price Books. It looked like an overstock as opposed to a truly used book. 

Review: First off, bad title. The hair style of the title make is only glancingly noted, and references to bootleggers and speakeasies are mostly incidental. It doesn't exactly scream 1920s, but maybe. The secondary title is kinda incomplete as well, since we're going to be talking about four women who write as opposed to everyone else in the field. Only when we get to the third sub-title down do we address who we are talking about - Edna St. Vincent Milay, Edna Ferber, Dorothy Parker, and Zelda Fitzgerald. Important female writers of the era.

OK, quick summary for those under 100 years old: Edna Ferber was a popular and award-winning novelist who is best remembered for her Broadway adaptations (like Showboat, which you may have seen in high school productions). The other Edna - St. Vincent Milay, known here as Vincent, was a popular poetess. Dorothy Parker made her way on essays, short stories and sniping reviews in the nascent New Yorker. And Zelda labored in the shadow of her husband F. Scott, who wanted to be more successful than he was. 

They were not a group. They were not a movement. They worked in different spheres. They attended some of the same parties, but direct encounters between them were few and unmemorable. They all worked in the hothouse environment of New York City literati in the 20s, a neatly-compacted decade that ran from the creation of Prohibition to the Crash. 

And we have a lot of information about these writers because they were wrote everything down - diaries, notes, letters, and stories on things based on their lives. Moreso, since they ran about with a bunch of other writers, we have all of their notes, diaries, letters, and stories as well. The end result here is a chatty, gossipy, personal, and in places honestly bitchy presentation of the 20s in New York City. And Europe. Because post-war France was a great, cheap place to escape to if you were a member of the Lost Generation and had the petty cash. 

The book itself travels through the decade year by year, and concentrates on the lives and adventures of its subjects. Alcohol and abortions. Insights and illnesses. Trysts and travails. It gives a good scan of their growth and success as writers, but also the pitfalls of their craft - writer's block and problematic relationships and too many house parties and summer homes. 

All of the writers have their own arc and some sense of resolution. Ferber got a Pulitzer and showed you could succeed both commercially and literarily and ended the decade hosting small parties at her penthouse. Milay ascended into poetic godhood, retreated to the country, and pursued a young muse with her husband's permission. Zelda suffered under F. Scott (who comes off as complete asshole here), who only started to support her when she went into physical and mental decline. And Dorothy kept plugging along through boom and bust times, just writing. Of the group she's probably the best-remembered, owing the wit and meme-worthiness of here poems and short works.

The past is a foreign country - they do things differently there. I'm a fan of the 20s, which dovetails neatly with my interest in the Call of Cthulhu RPG. From this volume I've picked up that a trans-Atlantic cruise was not THAT big a thing if you had the money, and at the time, writers were actually being paid more (An easy conversion was to multiply any figures within by ten). There are a lot of bits and bobs here that I may find use for elsewhere, and you might as well. 

In the meantime, I've excavated a collection of Dorothy Parker's short stories from the basement library, and intend to curl up with that. 

More later,

Book: Timestop

 The Ministry of Time by Kaliane Bradley, Avid Reader Press (Simon & Schuster), 2024

Provenance: World Con was in Seattle last year, and though I did not attend, I resolved to read the Hugo novel nominees for that year. And I failed, bailing out halfway through one of the Adrian Tchaikovsky novels. But I did get a copy of The Ministry of Time front the local Barnes & Noble, which has, it should be noted, very much improved over the past couple years.

Review: This book was well-lauded before I even reached it. It is a New York Times bestseller, a pick for the Good Morning America Book Club, a monthly pick for Barnes & Noble, a Best Book of the Year for NPR, Vanity Fair, Good Housekeeping, and some 25 more outlets. Oh, and Obama liked it as well.

I liked it. It didn't win a Hugo. And yeah, I think I understand why.

So here's the skinny. Our unnamed narrator/protagonist works for government ministry in London, and discovers, after she has been hired, that it has a time machine. Sort of. They have access to a "time door" that they can open into other eras. And not to mess up the timeline, they are taking/kidnapping people from the past near the end of their lives in situations where they would not be missed. One of these is Graham Gore, one of the crewmen on the Franklin Expedition. 

Now, the Franklin Expedition rates up there with Nikola Tesla in the things-nerds-care-about-department. The Franklin Expedition consisted of the ships Terror and Erebus, which were dispatched with two years of supplies to find the Northwest Passage. They didn't find one, but instead got trapped in the ice for a couple years, and its people (including Gore) died either on the ice or trying to escape it. Including Gore. Except Gore got kidnapped and was brought to this near future London where the effects of climate change is already starting to flood the city. 

Our unnamed narrator serves as a "bridge" for Gore, along with some fellow workers for other expats from the past. And "bridge" is a good title for combination minder/agent/guide to the modern world. She and Gore fall in love, discover a conspiracy from their future that intends to capture or destroy the time door, and their allies start dropping like flies. 

So the novel veers from dark workplace comedy into rom-com, then slingshots into a thriller, and finally sticks the landing in a science fictional space. Our narrator is relating what she knows of the story, which is more about the effects of time travel on a relatively small group of people - the bridges, the ex-pats, the management, and the assassins from the future.  Early on, she lays down the absurdity of the situation.

"How does it work? How can it work? I exist at the beginning and the end of this account, which is a kind of time travel, and I'm here to tell you: don't worry about it. All you need to know is that in the very near future, the British Government developed a means of time travel but had not experimented with it."

That's a pretty piece of writing, with tenses spilling all over the place. But what its talking about, the nature of the document you're reading does get explained, and it makes sense by the end. At the time, I thought it was going to be a denial of the SF tropes we all know - paradoxes, grandfather clauses, alternate futures. But you're going to run into them, but from the ground-level view. So we embrace the tropes, but not the way you might think.

The book is really good, and deserves to be a Hugo nominee, but I can see how it didn't make the final cut, and much of that is because of the nature of genre. As noted above, the book refuses to "stay in its lane", and while I like that, I understand that it might not resonate elsewhere. But also its part of its own provenance, and how it entered the market. Ministry of Time first showed up in the new fiction release as opposed to the SF areas of bookstores. Most of its high praise comes from traditional/mainstream sources. It was therefore "not of the body" of SF-Dom. Genre can be both a leg up (a "guaranteed" customer base) and a limitation (reaching out beyond that "guaranteed" base). 

Still, Ministry of Time is worth considering on the quality of its writing, and I recommend you check it out. 

More later,

Book: Dreams of a Strange House

 Strange Houses by Uketsu, translated by Jim Rion, HarperVia, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, 2025, original Japanese 2021.

Provenance: Browsers Bookshop in Olympia. A nice, well-staffed bookstore in downtown Olympia. Purchased on a whim, in part because the front cover had a house blueprint on the front with Japanese icons on it.

Review: Long ago, before I became a author, game designer, and general worldbuilder, I was a civil engineer. And as a result, I have always had a fascination with buildings and how they work and grow over time. In particular, I find blueprints and floor plans interesting, in what they say about the house and people who live there.

Strange Houses is set in modern Japan. The narrator, an author of macabre fiction is approached by a friend who is homebuying with his spouse. And they found a excellent modern house, but there was just something off-base about it. And they sent the floor plans to the author, who quickly noticed some things that were off-kilter. He brought in an architect friend and together the two start unspooling a mystery, which quickly turns disturbing and horrific. 

The book produces the house plans, as well as other house plans as the story unfolds, along with family trees and timelines. And these are presented in the running text as well, allowing the reader to discover the evidence as the author does.  Now, I read a lot of old detective novels from the 20s and 30s, and in such venerable tomes by Christie and Van Dine, they provide floor plans as well. In fact, putting a map or house diagram on the back of paperback editions was a thing back there. So that's not much of a surprise, but what the book does is that was they learn more about the house(s) they make changes to the house plans to reveal new ideas. 

So there are clues in the house plans, which is cool, and I noticed most of them before the two investigators spelled them out in text. But, I also noticed stuff that they left uncommented-upon. In the plans, there is one large room on the second floor without any exterior windows. OK, that's odd (though my first thought was to ask if there was a skylight). But (and this is the weirdness they don't address) there also is one toilet on the floor, and you'd have to pass through the windowless room to get there. It is a little strange that the investigators that are looking really, really hard at the house don't call it out. 

I've mentioned this before in my comments on various Call of Cthulhu products, where the maps don't line up with the text, or have their own discrepancies,  like chimneys that are prominent on the first floor and disappear on the upper floors, or locations of kitchens and bathrooms that would be logistical nightmare regarding the pipes. So I'm sensitized to such things, and in this case seeing stuff that the (real) author would prefer me to miss. And if fact, at the time I wrote it off as simply "Well, they lay out houses differently in Japan", but I went to the trouble of looking up Tokyo floor plans (thank you, Internet), and nope, the ones here look like they make no sense.

In any event, the investigators make some immediate assumptions, which turn out to be mostly true, but the logic leaps are a bit much. And then they find a second house, where the family had previously lived, which also had some odd features. And then there's the family house, of more traditional design, which had its own sense of weirdnesses.

And all of this is presented in drawings and conversations between the investigators, and interviews with various people. It is all presented as evidence, in a fairly bloodless fashion (though there is blood in many of the descriptions and conclusions). In this way it feels a lot like Lovecraft's "The Call of Cthulhu", where nothing really happens to the narrator as he goes through the files of his deceased uncle and comes to a chilling conclusion. Same here, though there are more questions than answers in the final tally.

The clinical approach of the investigators left me cold, and the fact that things are (maybe) not wrapped up neatly bothered me. The (real) author is a mystery figure whose photograph is a black robe and a white mask (very Studio Ghibli). The books (there are more in this style) are huge in Japan. I want to say that it is the cultural differences that ultimately frustrated me, but I think the translation is on-target.

It is ultimately a case that I bring too much to the book. I know too much about a subject and it brought me in conflict with the reality presented in the novel. And the ultimate loose ends and unreliable testimonies frustrate me, particularly in comparison with the venerable "The Call of Cthulhu". Strange Houses is a short, compact read (given all the house plan illos), but I can't really recommend this even to friends who have spent time in Japan. It was a misfire, though apparently a very successful one.

More later,

Theatre: Life in Wartime

 Wish You Were Here by Sanaz Toossi, Directed by Nagmeh Samini, a co-production with Seda Iranian Theatre Company, Arts West, through 5 July.

There's a weirdness in watching a play about Iranian women during wartime at the moment in time where we're at war with Iran (or we're not at war. Or we are and its not a war. Or its a ceasefire but we're still shooting missiles at each other. Or, wait, it is a war after all, depending on what day you're reading this). 

But its a play about war as a backdrop - actually its a play about friendships, and women and how time claims all those forced to live in it. Five close female friends are together on one of their number's wedding day, making final preparations, fretting about beauty, and being intimately raunchy about their vaginas. There's the religious one, the nerdy one, the dumb one, the stylish one, and the exotic (Jewish in a mostly-Muslim state) one. And they preen, hug, insult, and argue their way through the wedding prep. They have a moment. They hug. And then the news comes in that Shah has booked out, and a little later that Iraq has invaded. 

And the world changes around them, and little by little their world collapses on them. The Jewish one disappears and may/may not have fled with her family. The nerdy one goes to school in Indiana and does not return. The religious one dies in a horrifically ironic manner. And with each loss the survivors cling to each other, break up, have more weddings and funerals, argue, drift together, drift apart and bemoan the lack of the others as connective tissue. The revise their feelings and histories in real-time as they pick their way through a now-uncertain world. 

And as a play, it is really, really good. Sanaz Toossi wrote English from a couple seasons back, which was also performed in in this space in conjuration with the Seda Iranian Theatre Company, and with the same director. The dialogue was natural and honest, though with the cross-talk you're often catching up on what they're really talking about. The five actresses (plus a sixth, who is the new one) are excellent in defining their personalities, differences, and unities. Yeah, I can see these five women coming together as force, with their future ahead of them, and what happens next. Think of the Big Chill with a more authoritarian state. 

I liked this so much I didn't lead with talking about where we ate before the show. This time, we returned to Phoenecia, an excellent Lebanese place a block over the the theater. It was a warm Friday here, and so we sat on the small patio and had too many small plates, great entrees (The Lovely Bride brought her seafood back in the doggie bag) and too many drinks (The LB experimented with mocktails, while I had to abandon my last of my second Moscow Mule in order to make the show on time). It was a good start to the evening and very good show.

More later, 

Scams

 We are awash in scams these days. Mysterious Docusign demands. Emails claiming to be from the Geek Squad or PayPal announcing that someone purchased a iPad in your name. Other emails that claim to be from the Lovely Bride, saying "Here are the pictures you wanted!" with emojis and an unknown link (and the sender has a Bulgarian email address).

In addition to the cybercrime, we recently had some physical burglary activity in the neighborhood, in an empty house across the street. Some folk in a white truck boosted a construction trailer from a site in the valley (They have videos of the theft), stashed it there overnight while they emptied the trailer of equipment, and for good measure, broke into a shed on the property and took some other, older tools. I saw the truck at the time but did not think twice, because the previous owners had a white truck and had been emptying the house, but since finding out about the break-in I've been keeping an eye out ever since (and chatting with the original owners whenever they WERE on the property).

That's all background for the new scam we encountered. The Lovely Bride got a phone call on her phone, asking for me, under my rarely-used first name (which I only use for official documents). The caller claimed to be Sgt. Jason Cooke of the King County Sheriff's office, and would I call back. She called back and after a rather suspicious phone tree, got ahold of that officer, who wanted me to call him back as soon as possible. The Lovely Bride had some very pointed questions and he was not forthcoming as to reasons.

And there were a buncha flags here, so the Lovely Bride called a friend of ours who IS a King County Sheriff, and he determined that no, there was no one on the force by that name. And he called the number in question and they hung up on him. Twice. So, yeah, it sounded extremely some scam we had not heard about yet. 

In any event, just in case it was legit, I did call the number back, got the sketchy phone tree (which identified itself as being the King's County Sheriff), went through another secretary and got ahold of Sgt. Cooke. And he said I had a federal affidavit in my name and I should have gotten a letter. I informed him I had received no such letter and pointed out that I had a colleague who was a REAL Sergeant in the King County Sheriffs, and that he would be interested in talking to him. And Sgt. Cooke explained that they were in different divisions and shifts, which sounded just barely credible to be true.

And we chatted some more and he asked if I would come downtown to provide a signature. Again, weird but just borderline credible. He gave me an address and an office number, and the address was the King County Courthouse (I checked while I talked to him). So took a long lunch and drove downtown, trying to go over in my mind any sin, crime, or misdemeanor which would require a federal affidavit and a visit to the police (and why King County was dealing with federal affidavits was yet another red flag, but there were more red flags here than May Day during the Khrushchev era). Oh, and I could come down anytime during the day - he'd be in (Ding! another red flag).

So I went downtown, paid too much for parking, and went through the metal detectors at the courthouse, and found the office, right there on the first floor by the entrance. Couldn't miss it. And rang the bell. No one answered, but one of the people on the front desk came by with lunch. And I explained the situation, and that person explained that no, there was no Sgt. Cooke there and yes, it probably was a scam. 

So I went to Pike Place Market, bought some Earl Grey tea from Market Spice and a loaf of sourdough from Three Sisters, and some hum bao from Meesum Pastries for lunch, so the trip wasn't a total loss. 

But I have to admit that Sgt. Cooke and company really committed to the bit. The fake phone tree, the waiting music, the conversation all sounded reasonable at first blush if you didn't have any interaction with the King County Sheriff's Office. And he was extremely calm and well-mannered when confronted with the fact that no one seemed to know him. Didn't spook him for a moment, and he gave himself a good escape from the conversation. 

AND after this is all said an done, I did an internet search on Sgt. Jason Cooke. And it looks like he's a very busy officer, with reports coming on all over the country of this scam, where the bogus officer named Jason Cooke calls up and says there is an arrest warrant out for you but you can avoid it by sending him a gift card. 

The only question in this case is ... why? I mean, it was a pretty elaborate setup, and nothing was ultimately asked of me other than to come downtown for a fictitious appointment. I wondered if the thieves wanted me out of the house when they came back to the empty property across the street. That sounds really Nero Wolfe, but when I returned, the shed door was open again, which I didn't notice it at the time when I left. I called the former property owners (they're local), and they found out that the NEW property owners had stopped by and left doors open. So, nope, no prob.

But still -  I'm a little nervous about the whole thing, and keeping my eyes even further open, but frustrated that this sort of thing is ongoing.

More later, 

Recent Arrivals: The North Texas Report

 What, already?

Yes, I promised to go onto a game-buying fast until I bull through some of the games I have already purchased. But a large box arrived from the folks at the North Texas RPG Con down in Irving, Texas. Each year, they present the Three Castles Award. Candidates are submitted and reviewed by a committee of several wise, sage, heads. For the past few years, my colleague Steve Winter and I have been among those wise, sage heads. We read, we review, and we vote. At this point I don't know who the winner is, but if you disagree with my comments, you can yell at Steve, since he'll be down at the convention.

There are also a couple things that have come over the transom, and one that was purchased from my local shop, but first off, let's look at the nominees for the Three Castles.

Denizens of the Blood Sands, a Science Fiction Bestiary by Zac Goins, RPG Ramblings, 56-Page digest-sized hardbound, 2025, Three Castles Award Candidate. This is a nifty little monster manual in full-color, designed for Old School Essentials version of D&D, and packs a lot of potential for "sword-and-planet" style settings like Dark Sun or Empire of the Petal Throne, as well as post-apocalyptic settings like Gamma World (in all its variable rule sets). There are desert dwellers and host of lost technologies rolling around here, along with mutations in the desert (This year's crop of candidates has a LOT of mutations in it, for some reason). I found it charming. 

Dark Visions, ALSO by Zac Goins, RPG Ramblings, 86-page digest-sized hardbound, 2025, Three Castles Award Candidate. This is a third-party expansion for Shadowdark. Our Monday-night RPG gang is playing Shadowdark right now and having a good old time with it. And Arcane Library, the publisher of Shadowdark, has been very accommodating in letting others use their system and trade dress (the way it looks). The Shadowdark layout is normally clean and clear, and ditto here. This volume primarily builds off the idea of cults, both to the major gods of SD, but adding seven "lesser" gods who are the centers of cult worship. Cults look like they are smaller, more zealous, and more violent than your standard-issue religions. Three new classes are introduced (one cultist, two anti-cultist), along with new spells and two adventures (a third is mentioned, but available separately). Some of the mishaps for cult-spells are career-ending (1d4 limbs melt off the bone, for example), so caution is advised.

Meet Yer Maker by Eddie Bartlett, The Long Con Press, 32-page squarebound, 2024, Three Castles Award Candidate. Early in the age of RPGs (1987), TSR published Treasure Hunt, an adventure for 0-level adventurers (the adventure you have before you decide to be an adventurer). This type of adventure as been embraced in recent years as a "gauntlet" or "funnel", where you throw potential PCs without much differentiating abilities into the maw of danger and those that survive get to go on to 1st level. Sort of expanding the character-creation minigame into a full-fledged game. Anyway, this one kicks off with a Old Western start and goes elsewhere from there, and its very difficult to say you're avoiding spoilers without sending up a flare that spoilers exist. So I'll stop there.

Forgotten Tomb of Acererak by Troy Alleman and William Henry Dvorak, Cannibaal Publishing, 72-page squarebound, 2024, Three Castles Award Candidate. This is distributed through the DM's Guild, which allows access to D&D trademarks in exchange for a healthy cut of the take. In this case, the author is presents an entry-level adventure in Greyhawk featuring the legacy of the S1 - Tomb of Horrors bad guy, the lich Acererak. This particular tomb was Acererak's starter home, which they started digging, discovered something nasty, and hied off to quieter corners of Oerth. You mission (as an entry-level individual) is to locate the tomb and find out what scared Acererak off. And its a solid adventure, very much in the old school Greyhawkian style, and brings in cavefolk and the Flan goddess of nature, Beory. The presentation is solid and clean, and gives you a excellent jumping off point for adventures. If you use the DM's Guild (this writer does not), this is the sort of thing that's really worth checking out. 

Nebulith by Zak S. with Alex Hopson. Lamentations of the Flame Princess, 298-page digest-sized hardbound, 2025, Three Castles Award Candidate. Lamentations of the Flame Princess has a weird Jekyll/Hyde nature, in that it can produce extremely high-quality, RPG-dense material as well as cringy edgelord stuff.  An example of the former from Last year it was A True Relation of the Great Virginia Diastrum. This year it is Nebulith, a beefy Asian (Okinawan) adventure setting that feeds into the weirdness that LotFP does so well. The Nebulith is a volcano magically halted mid-eruption, so it is a huge frozen stone cloud hanging over the island of Awa Nikko, and serves as the "dungeon" for this setting. The setting is rich in lore, changing the euro-centric LotFP rules to adapt to samurai, ninja, and martial arts. This is the first Asian-themed product I've read that beats out the venerable Oriental Adventures from TSR. I love the art, I love the lore, I love the game design. My big challenge is that the graphic design is pretty but often involves hand-drawn lettering and 8-point type, which is hard on these ancient eyes. Worth reading, even if the reading is slow.

The Music of Ericha Zann by James Edward Raggi IV, Lamentations of the Flame Princess, 32-page digest-sized hardbound, 2025, Three Castles Award Candidate. This is the flip-side of LotFP - transgressive, hard-edged, and uncompromisingly bizarre. This sort of thing is much more of a descendent of such ancient and now-mostly-forgotten tomes as Arduin Grimoire, where you turn things up to 11 and don't think about what tomorrow would bring. Anyway, it's a rethinking of the Bard class, not as the high-charisma, social creatures they've evolved into in D&D, but rather as a controllers of cataclysmic cacophony and madness. Their songs rend the world. rip the dimensions, and tear the flesh, and have the potential to destroy your campaign in a single roll. The art shows bards wrecking havoc with alpine horns and triangles, and yes, that is a maiden with a trombone on the cover. And it definitely shows the personal opinions of the designer right on the surface. Music has a lot of interesting ideas within the slim volume, but I would not allow it near my table. 

And for other recent arrivals:

All the Cardinal's Men by M. Bill Heron, Nightfall Games, 128-page hardbound digest, 2025, Kickstarter.  This is a sequel to the excellent Call of Cthulhu adventure Musketeers vs. Cthulhu from a few years' back, the story continues with the Courts of Chaos seeking rule France from behind the scenes. In this case, you get to play members of the Cardinal's Guard, who are the opponents (perhaps "frenemies" is a better term) of the Musketeers in the original Dumas books. Your mission - rescue king and cardinal from the clutches of Chaos and save France! 

DIE the Roleplaying Game Quickstart Edition by Kieron Gillen and Stephanie Hans, Image/Rowan, Rook, and Decard,52-page saddle-stitched softbound, 2025, Midgard Comics. A while back, I read the first issue of the comic book (also by Gillen and Hans), and was not charged up enough about it to continue. The idea (and this may be familiar) was of a group of gamers who suddenly find themselves in the fantasy campaign they played as kids. So in the game you're playing a real-world persona who finds himself in a fantasy world. Sort of like the D&D Cartoon where the Dungeon Master is a bigger jerk. The quickstart itself feels influenced by Powered by the Apocalypse, and lays out the characters, the basics of combat, and a short scenario. I gotta say, it doesn't move me towards picking up the full game, but it was good checking it out.

The Howl of the Chimera by Albert Estrada Zambrano, Shadowland Games, Boxed  Game Set with 212-page hardbound volume plus handouts, 2025, Kickstarter. The content of this one is really tough to talk about without providing clues and spoilers. Action takes place in a country estate where ... well, spoilers. There's a lot going on here, and a lot of background information. The set is a deluxe box containing huge hardbound book in addition to a collection of handouts (which is good, since handouts tend to go to the four winds in my office. Its a lot of material for a scenario they say should run only 4 hours or so, but it is very well presented.

And the winner of the Three Castles Award is: Nebulith, which does not surprise me. It got the most points (yes, out judging had numerous subcategories which had point totals) by a larger-than-usual margin. It is worth hunting down, particularly if you are interested in Asian-themed RPGs.

More later, 

Book: Sunny Daze

 Sunward by William Alexander, Saga Press (Simon & Schuster), 2025

Provenance: I sat with the author on a panel at NorWesCon, and was impressed with what he had to say. His book was a nominee for the Phillip K, Dick award, awarded at that convention. So after the panel I went down and purchased a copy from a booth that was selling all the PKD nominees. So this is the writer's version of a three-cushion bank shot as far as selling your book.

Review: Tova Lir is a courier, running private messages and packages through the solar system. As a side gig, she adopts baby bots - AIs which need a physical housing for the first year or so to establish a sense of self. She's independent (one of her moms runs the moon), and not an achiever. She and her latest baby bot encounters another courier's ship, the courier within it dead. The bot is badly damaged. And now she's a target of assassins as she attempts to get her adopted 'bot repaired at the same time as robots as suspected of being responsible for a terrorist action on the moon. Yes, its a lot for a relatively slender book, but it moves along at a brisk clip.

One thing I like about the book is the "whys" - the worldbuilding that is underneath it. Newly-fashioned bots are housed in physical bodies because their intellects can be swept away by the huge amount of data out there (the allegory is to swimming too far out from shore). Couriers are used because all information over the net is public. Civilization is outside Earth because earth's climate is one of continual storms due to climate change. And a cult of humans sends their dead into the sun in great graveyard armadas. It is a weird future, but a well-reasoned one.

It surprises me is that, while SF has a huge number of subgenres, there is nothing for this type of adventure - the Earth off-limits for some reason, and humanity survives in space. John Varley's Eight Worlds stories, Bruce Sterling's Shaper/Mechanist wars, Charles Stross's Accelerando with its Vile Offspring. All of them moved the center of humanity out, not to stars, but to the further planets. I don't know what to call it - Post-Terran SF? Solarpunk? Human Diaspora? Somebody probably has a better name. 

Alexander's language is clear and straight-forward in this weird world. The author comes out of writing books for young people, and it shows in his plotting and presentation. Tova Lit is an engaging, motivated hero who is putting the band back together (in the form of her former adopted 'bots) to save one of their own. 

It's a good story, and no, it didn't win the PKD Award. Still worth checking out.

More later,

Recent Arrivals: Conventional Wisdom

I'm not a gaming addict! I'm an enthusiast!

 So, in the past few months I've attended not one but two conventions. That's a rarity because I don't like to travel. But I only really had to travel for one of them.

Gary Con in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin is a celebration of the life and works of Gary Gygax, and is situated in the Grand Geneva Lodge on the outskirts of town (formerly the Playboy Resort). It's a great, small, old-school convention, and gives me a chance to see old friends who live in the area and/or attended. I really like it.

NorWesCon in Seatac, by the airport, just across the valley from Grubb Street, is a premiere SF convention. I don't fit as neatly into the SF community as I do into the gaming universe, but if they invite me (and provide parking) I'm happy to show up. Really good panels, good company, and good discussions.

Anyway, as a result of all this, I have another huge honking load of games that I've acquired. Some are convention purchases. Some are things that I've not found elsewhere. Some are gifts. Some are fulfillments of Kickstarters. I'm going to TRY to be brief on this, skimming over them, but here goes (spoilers: I fail in this in a major fashion, do buckle up). Here goes:

Black Flies by Jordan Dube, Goosepoop Games, 52-page saddle stitched booklet, 2026, Kickstarter. So the spouse of a co-worker worked on this one, so when it popped up, I took a chance on it. It is a non-standard format (opens vertically as opposed to horizontally, like a small calendar) and a non-standard game format in that it lacks a "GM" in the traditional sense (it does have a "Facilitator" in that someone has to know the rules). You're a group of cultists working together to immanentize the eschaton (fulfill the bidding of an Elder God) while having your own goals enhanced without letting the other players catching on. I've been in meetings like this.

Elemental Storm Free Adventure by Michael Putlack et al, Roll For Combat, 12-page digest-sized saddle stitched, 2026, Gary Con (Shadowdark booth). The folks at Shadowdark have been OGLing their game in such a fashion that other groups have been making their own materials for the game. This one is from Roll for Combat, which has been doing monster books for Pathfinder and D&D, and has a Kickstarter out with three volumes of critters. This particular pamphlet has a handful of critters from the book and a short adventure. 

Secret of the Skullhead Key by Jon Hage, Sleeping Giant Games, 56-page digest-sized softbound, 2025, Gary Con. Sleeping Giant's Woven Worlds products were wonderfully-presented products, and this is no different. It's a shortish 5E adventure where the heroes search for the aforementioned Skullhead Key. And of course others are looking for it as well. Closes up the adventure by saying it can be used as a prequel to their Hamil's House of Oddities, so think of this as a prequel. There are a couple games I call out for their elegant simplicity in their layout, and this is one of them.

Down Among The Dead by Luke Stratton, Limithron, 146-page digest-sized hardbound, 2025, Gary Con, and Leviathan, Christian Eichhorn, 46-page digest-sized saddle stitched, 2025 Gary Con (Limithron booth). Of the Mork Borg family of games (pronounce Murk Bori, but no one does in North America), Pirate Borg is a favorite. While both the original and this volume are descendants of the original Mork Borg, they lean more towards the informational as opposed to the artistic. It has a lot of the same graphic characteristics as MB (variety of fonts, different page layouts and colors), but does not go overboard. Anyway, Down Among the Dead delves further to the eldritch horror side of the high seas in a William Hope Hodgson way, with Deep Ones, vampire-crewed ships, and Davy Jones Locker (For what happens after you drown). Leviathan treads some of that same territory from a different designer, in a hexcrawl oozing with mythos and the rise of the Kraken God. This one will require a more patient reading, since it embraces the chaotic art graphic nature of Mork Borg (yeah, I'm going to sound like an grognard here, but black on yellow type is a pain for these old eyes). 

Cosmic Dark by Graham Walmsley, Thieves of Time, 192-page digest-sized hardbound, 2025, Kickstarter. Weird horror in space. This was a whim purchase, and it looks real interesting. It forgoes the traditional character creation mini-game, in which  you have to figure out who you are, what your ethos is, and and what trinket you have before moving into the first room of the dungeon. Instead, it throws us In media res, dropping down on an asteroid in a shuttle. What are your skills? Where are you from? What is your relationship to the other character? We're going to fill in over the course of the first adventure as we go along. It's an interesting approach to starting a game. The adventure itself is weird (strange stuff) and SF (other planets) and horror (think Alien exploring the ship before the xenomorph gets loose). Looks very intriguing. 

Dungeon World by Sage LaTorra and Adam Koebel, Burning Wheel, 408-page digest-sized softbound, 20212, NorWesCon (Around the Table booth). So at NorWesCon I sat on a panel on Indie versus Trad games, and it was very good and gave me a lot to think about. And one of the games that came up was Dungeon World, which I then purchased from Around the Table (a Lynnwood shop) in the dealer's area. This one of the early Powered by the Apocalypse games, and it's about time I did a dig into it. The book itself is larger than most of the more recent PbtA games, but that makes sense given the larger scope it seems to entail (lotta spells and creatures).

Tower of Gygax by Diverse Hands, 44-page saddle-stitched book, Gary Con, 2026. Every year at Gary Con, Curtis Cable, Josh Popp, and their posse run a continual game at the end of one of the hallways at the Grand Geneva. Eight players at a time, rotating DMs pulled from experienced game masters and recruited old guys (that's where I come in), a grab-bag full of encounters. And they collect those encounters into a booklet for the DMs to work off of. It's a nice little collection. 

Bayt Al Azif issues 4, 5, and 6, Edited by Jared Smith, 103- to 124 page squarebound magazines, 2022-2025, Amazon. I picked up 1, 2, and 3 a while back. Time passes, and I noticed that three more issues have come out. And these are nice, thick magazines that have articles on mythos subjects (like a tour of the mythos solar system), interviews, histories of the various Cthulhoid publishers, adventures (Pirates, Madrid in the 2nd of May uprising (1808)) and a lot of updates of what the various publishers have been working on since the last issue, which is good for making folk aware of what's out there. The site for the magazine is here.

Madness at Geneva Lake by Luke Gygax and Alyssa Faden, Gygax Ink,68-page squarebound, 2025, Gary Con (Gary Con Merch). Lake Geneva, Wisconsin is a perfect place for Call of Cthulhu and other eldritch horrors. We have sanitariums, old buildings, lake monsters, a nearby observatory, rich people's mansions, sunken steam ships, a statue of a comic-page character near a gazebo, and a former quirky RPG company. I used the town as inspiration for my game of Brindlewood Bay. Gygax and Faden use the sanitariums and the fate of the Lucius Newberry (a steamship that was raised from its watery grave by TSR, but that's another tale). Looking forward to running this one. 

Full Speed Ahead by Larry Larkin, 228 page hardbound, 2020, Lake Geneva Museum. And tied into the previous entry, I picked up a book on all the big lake ships that Lake Geneva hosted over the years. The Lake Geneva Museum is based in the old electric plant at the outlet of the lake into the White River. The museum has a nice display for TSR covering its early history, and a large area of all things Lake Geneva. This sort of local history has a lot of promise for adventures. Oh, right, the book! I love this volume, which goes into detail of the various steamships that made Lake Geneva their home (including the Lucius Newberry) along with profuse illustrations and photos. It would be great source material for a Call of Cthulhu game. Oh, wait, someone has already done that. 

Mystified! by Fleur and Chelsea Sciortino, The Wanderer's Tome, 152-page hardbound, 2025, Kickstarter. This is an expansion for Flabbergasted, one of those favorite games that I may never truly play - a Wodehousian romp of societal foibles and slamming doors. Mystified! takes it in the direction of the cozy mystery, with some more applicable character classes for the genre, as well as a small town and a foreign port of entry. I really like the presentation and art on this, and want to take the mechanics itself out for a spin. 

The Faerie Ring: Along the Twisting Way Campaign Guide, Scott Gable et al, Zombie Sky Press, 334-Hardbound, 2018, NorWesCon (gift of the publisher) Many years ago I wrote a forward for this book, and while I did get a pdf copy, I never got the print copy. Ran into Scott Gable at NorWesCon and he gave me a hard copy. It has taken D&D along time to get around to the Fey Folk - we had a scattering of monsters in 1st edition, then packed them off to Arvandor in the 2nd, Then made Faerie a parallel material plane in 3rd before finally settling on the Feywild as a separate entity in 4th. In this volume we see the Preternatural Planes as a large, encompassing plane with a wide variety of creatures and lords, which are detailed within. The designer mentioned getting back into game design, and, given the strengths of this product, I hope he does. 

Wildspace Magazine Issue 5: It Came from Beyond the Moons, edited by David Shepheard, The Piazza, 80-page saddle stitched magazine, 2026, Gary Con (gift of the publisher). One of things that amazes and delights me are that games and settings I wrote half a billion years ago still have enthusiastic fans who are creating new material. Case in point: Wildspace Magazine for Spelljammer, which has had a lifespan far beyond its life as an official setting. And their creators always manage to get a copy of the latest into my hands at Gary Con (Thanks, folks!). This thick, glossy magazine  has new ships, new crystal spheres, new ways to handle situations in space, and (to my surprise) has an article by DRAGON magazine editor Roger E. Moore on dealing with Fireworlds in a universe of combustible phlogiston. Ah, this is great. 

Coriolis: The Great Dark by Kosta Kostulas, Nils Karlen, and Martin Grip, Free League, 308-page hardbound, 2025, Kickstarter fulfilled at Gary Con, 2025. So I kickstarted this, but I must have missed a memo somewhere, because I never got a copy when it fulfilled. Fortunately, when I was at Gary Con, Free League had a booth and handed over a copy of this and Flowers of Algorab, and ticked my name of the the "too be delivered" list. And let me be clear - Free League produces some of the most beautiful RPG volumes today. And this one, a descendent of an earlier Coriolis product from 200 in-game years before, has more than just a touch of Spelljammer to it, based on a central hub (Ship City instead of the Rock of Bral) and tasks the players with exploring out a hostile and unknown universe. Like I said, beautiful appearance, exciting universe. 

Coriolis: The Flowers of Algorab by Kosta Kostulas, Nils Karlen, and Martin Grip, Boxed setting: 192-page squarebound book,  40-page saddle stitched booklet, Counter shield, 9 map sheets of various types, Counter sheet, 12 dice, card deck, 2025 This is a boxed set adventure for the Coriolis game, sending the explorers out into the wild. The set include cards and customized dice, though regular dice can be used, a thick adventure book, and a summary book for the players. OK, let's see what's in there. 

Mythic Carpathia by Johan Egerkrans and diverse writers, Free League 136-page hardbound, map, Gary Con (Free League Booth), 2025 I mentioned that  Free League makes some beautiful books, right? This is one of them. The initial Vaasen was made for a Scandinavian setting, but this volume sends us across Europe to the Carpathian mountains of Central Europe. So we're talking about vampirs, golems, and Baba Yaga in a campaign based out of  Prague. It looks beautiful and fitting to the era it takes place. My only gripe is that I need a pronunciation guide to wrap my lips around some of the monster names. 

The Sutra of the Pale Leaves: Carcosa Manifest, by Demon Lang, Andrew Logan Montgomery, Jason Sheets, and Yukihiro Terada, Chaosium,192-page hardbound, 2025. This is the second of two-volume set dealing with the King in Yellow invading 1980s Japan. This summarizes the Cthulhu rules in Japan in the earlier book, then launches into 4 additional adventures that can either be run separately or as part of a larger campaign. I don't know if I going to run this one, but it looks nicely meaty (and I have a couple colleagues who spent time in Japan teaching English, so I'd be interested in seeing how their experiences line up).

The Kingdom of Keshanar: Sourcebook for the World of Orthane, Volume 1: Keshanar by David Hadden, Orthane Productions, 512-page hardbound, 2026. This is a heavyweight. I Kickstarted it but got a signed copy early at Gary Con since they had a booth there. This and the Coriolis put my luggage at a scale-tipping 49 lbs. This is a massive tome showcases the Mythical Cairo equivalent with pyramids, sphinx monuments, and floating monoliths. The setting is heavily dominated by its meddling gods, such that NPCs are identified by which god they venerate. It's a major, epic work, and may be ultimate statement on an ancient Egyptian campaign.

Tour De Lovecraft: The Destinations by Kenneth Hite, Atomic Overmind Press, 318-page hardbound, 2021. I purchased this at a booth at NorWesCon that was selling t-shirts and Cthulhian hot sauce. I had picked up the first volume (The Stories) years ago, and what sure that I still had it on my shelves at home. Of course, I no longer had it, so I resolved to pick up another copy the next day, only to discover that it had sold out. Anyway, the book is a incredibly nice journey through the Lovecraftian atlas. Lovecraft has the rep for being a friendless, lonely recluse, but actually he was fairly well-traveled, kept a lively correspondence with other writers, and had an interest in such alien landscapes as Antarctica, the Dreamlands, Ancient Egypt, and Vermont. Hite lines up Lovecraft's journeys with his publication timeline to show how his interests evolved over time. Eminently browsable. Now I have to track down the first volume.

Dice: Fanged Smileys, Gary Con, Black Oak Workshop, Gift of Lester Smith, and Official Gary Con Dice, Gary Con Merch Booth. As a guest, I got a couple tokens to spend at the Gary Con Merch Booth. But no change would be given, so after purchasing the Cthulhu adventure above, I picked up a set of logo dice with the change. The fanged smiley is a trademark of designer Lester Smith, and being Lester, of course, he included a minigame with the dice. Cool beans. 

TSR Alumni Souvenir, put together by Tim (Ollie) Calhoun, Gary Con. One of the highpoints of Gary Con is the TSR Alumni gathering, which is [redacted time] at [redacted location]. A lot of the old TSRites who live in the area show up, including ones that are not attending the convention itself. It's a great chance to connect and reflect with people I worked with 30+ years ago. Ollie had in the past had drink tokens made with poker chips, and not everyone used theirs in order to keep them as souvenirs. So he had a souvenir version made with leftovers from the previous year. Which in my case now rests over my desk, next to my Wizkids Galactus that I worked on and my "Another One of Jim Ward's Many Victims" button. Thanks, Ollie.  

Gary Con XVIII notebook and pen: Because you can always use another lined notebook. 

OK, that's it. I've spent too long going through this, and may have finally hit gaming tsundoku. I have enough books and games to spend several months just going through them and absorbing their rules, examining their potentials and maybe even running a few of them. So I don't need any more games at the mome...

Hang on, there's another delivery at the door. More later,

Theatre: Family Drama

 Appropriate by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, Directed by Timothy McCuen Piggee, Seattle Rep through May 10.

This one was a very split decision. The Lovely Bride really liked it. Me? Not so much. So let's discuss.

Here's what happens on the stage. Three grown children return to the ancestral manse, an Arkansas plantation that had been in the family for generations. The father, a respected judge, returned there twenty years ago with the goal of turning it into a B&B, but that never happened, and it turned into a hoarders paradise of his old stuff. Dad died, and all the kids return to the house with their families. And among the hoard they discover their father left a secret legacy - a photo album of graphic lynchings of African-Americans. 

This sort of discovery is a challenge to a family, and none of the three kids are particularly capable of handling it. Eldest son Bo (Tim Gouran), has been living in New York forever with his wife and two kids. Toni (Jen Taylor), the only daughter, was left with raising the youngest, Frank (Billy Finn), and caretaking dad in his decline - she's now divorced, unemployed, and on the outs with her teenage son. Frank fell into addiction and fled the region after a terrible crime, and has not been heard from in a decade. At the outset of the play, Frank breaks into the house with his fiancé, a young new-agey Portlandite named River (Sophie Kelly-Hedrick). Both sons have come home for their own reasons - Bo wants to settle the family fortune and move on. Frank has been twelve-stepping his recovery and seeks forgiveness from those he offended. 

But Toni is at the heart of all this - abandoned, divorced and unemployed, she's badly broken, and as a result lashes out at everyone and everything, hurting others before she can get hurt. Getting in the first punch. Relationships are to be confrontations, words are to be weaponized, and old wounds need to bleed anew. She's a very nasty piece of work, but the play gets deeply into why she's that way. Bo and Frank, regardless of their intentions, are little better. They are all, in the words of Bo's increasingly frantic wife, Rachel (Angela DiMarco), "assholes".

And, spoilers? None of them are going to get what they want. Things start bad and get worse. No redemption is offered, no lessons are learned.

This is the sort of play that I should like. All of the actors are local and have shown up in other shows. They're good. It's a full three-act play. It had a good-sized cast. The direction takes full advantage of the expansive, multi-level stage. It won awards from the learned critics. But here's the thing:

The characters are not particularly sympathetic - Toni is all thorns and elbows from the get-go, arguing about small matters (like who gets to sleep where) and throwing conversational bombs as she escalates. She starts at 11 and just goes upwards from there.  The LB has known a lot of women like Toni, and strongly engaged with the character. I was more put off. The squabbling is continual, and as a result I was spending several hours watching a dysfunctional family face a crisis and failing utterly. I can understand where all the characters are coming from, and in fact each one gets an extensive monolog where they are trying to tie their personal situation into larger issues. But I don't feel much empathy with them, nor do I take any enjoyment from their travails and failures. 

There are humous bits here to try to take the edge off. The LB laughed at a number of spots, but I found the humor to mostly cringe-worthy. Embarrassment humor is tough to pull off, and all the characters are guilty, but no one so much to have failed so badly. It feels like Tennessee Williams with cell phones, Edward Albee with the Internet, Eugene O'Neil on E-bay. Modernized but with the same core conflicts and no good way out. And I don't think it pulls it off, sadly.

The stage is impressive, piling the house with junk and old art staring down from the walls. Yet again, the denouement of the play is pure stagecraft, and feels overdone and excessive, dwarfing the human heartbreak that has come before. But on the positive side, the house feels like the remains of a life, a legacy that no one presents seems to know what to do with.

And with that half-hearted praise, this takes us to the end of the Rep's season. The Play that Goes Wrong and Come From Away were good touring companies with excellent production. Here There are Blueberries was the best and scariest of the season. Fancy Dancer and Mary Jane and The Heart Sellers were all smaller and all good for what they were saying. So I'm going to call it a good season and good collection of plays. Onwards and upwards. 

And for me? More later.