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Apr. 23rd, 2025 03:30 pm
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The Resurrectionist

The Resurrectionist by A. Rae Dunlap is $3.99! Carrie read this one and gave it a B-:

This book was gripping from beginning to end. The sense of place and atmosphere were fantastic. I was certainly entertained. However, the story raises some huge questions, both personal ones for the characters and more overarching philosophical and ethical ones, and then never really unpacks them. It was a light book with a heavier story trapped inside it that never quite made it out.

In the tradition of The Alienist and A Love Story, a decadently macabre, dark and twisty gothic debut set in 19th century Scotland – when real-life serial killers Burke and Hare terrorized the streets of Edinburgh – as a young medical student is lured into the illicit underworld of body snatching.

Historical fiction, true crime, and dark academia intertwine in a harrowing tale of murder, greed, and the grisly origins of modern medicine for readers of Lydia Kang, ML Rio, Sarah Perry, and C.E. McGill.

Edinburgh, Scotland, 1828. Naïve but determined James Willoughby has abandoned his posh, sheltered life at Oxford to pursue a lifelong dream of studying surgery in Edinburgh. A shining beacon of medical discovery in the age of New Enlightenment, the city’s university offers everything James desires—except the chance to work on a human cadaver. For that, he needs to join one of the private schools in Surgeon’s Square, at a cost he cannot afford. In desperation, he strikes a deal with Aneurin “Nye” MacKinnon, a dashing young dissectionist with an artist’s eye for anatomy and a reckless passion for knowledge. Nye promises to help him gain the surgical experience he craves—but it doesn’t take long for James to realize he’s made a devil’s bargain . . .

Nye is a body snatcher. And James has unwittingly become his accomplice. Intoxicated by Nye and his noble mission, James rapidly descends into the underground ranks of the Resurrectionists—the body snatchers infamous for stealing fresh corpses from churchyards to be used as anatomical specimens. Before he knows it, James is caught up in a life-or-death scheme as rival gangs of snatchers compete in a morbid race for power and prestige.

James and Nye soon find themselves in the crosshairs of a shady pair of unscrupulous opportunists known as Burke and Hare, who are dead set on cornering the market, no matter the cost. These unsavory characters will do anything to beat the competition for bodies. Even if it’s cold-blooded murder . . .

Exquisitely macabre and delightfully entertaining, The Resurrectionist combines fact and fiction in a rollicking tale of the risks and rewards of scientific pursuit, the passions of its boldest pioneers, and the anatomy of human desire.

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Business Casual

Business Casual by B.K. Borison is $1.99! This is book four in the Lovelight series. This romance features two opposites who agree to a one night stand. I’ve heard good things about this series. Have you read any?

Two opposites decide to test their chemistry with one steamy night together. But will once be enough?

Nova Porter isn’t looking for love, and she certainly has no explanation for her attraction to buttoned-up, three-piece-suit-wearing investment banker Charlie Milford. Maybe it’s his charm? Or maybe it’s his determination to help her fledgling business however he can. Either way, she’s distracted every time he’s around. With her new tattoo studio set to open in her hometown of Inglewild, she doesn’t have time for frivolous flirtations.

In an effort to get Charlie out of her system once and for all, Nova offers a proposition. One night. No strings. They’ll kick their uncomfortable attraction to the curb and return to their respective responsibilities. But their explosive night together scatters their expectations like fallen leaves. And with Charlie in town as the temporary head of Lovelight Farms, Nova can’t quite avoid him.

And Charlie? Well, Charlie knows a good investment when he sees one. He’s hoping he can convince Nova he’s worth some of her time.

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The Lost Man

The Lost Man by Jane Harper is $2.99! This is a standalone mystery and a few of us at SBTB HQ love Harper’s mysteries (myself included). They’re a little twisty and extremely atmospheric. Are you a fan?

Two brothers meet at the remote fence line separating their cattle ranches in the lonely outback. In an isolated belt of Queensland, they are each other’s nearest neighbor, their homes four hours’ drive apart.

The third brother lies dead at their feet.

Something caused Cam, the middle child who had been in charge of the family homestead, to die alone in the middle of nowhere.

So the eldest brother returns with his younger sibling to the family property and those left behind. But the fragile balance of the ranch is threatened. Amidst the grief, suspicion starts to take hold, and the eldest brother begins to wonder if more than one among them is at risk of crumbling as the weight of isolation bears down on them all.

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Throne of Secrets

Throne of Secrets by Kerri Maniscalco is $4.99! This is book two in the Prince of Sin series. I loved book one and excitedly preordered this one. These are erotic fantasy romances and I rarely see them on sale, so $4.99 might be the best discount we can get for a while.

Two rivals torn apart by a dark memory reunite on a deadly hunt—and in an irresistibly twisted fairy tale—in the next steamy standalone fantasy romance from New York Times bestselling sensation Kerri Maniscalco.

A wicked prince determined to save his kingdom.

Gabriel Axton—infamous as the Prince of Gluttony, the self-proclaimed rake of rakes—has always lived for in delicious food, in tantalizing women, and most of all, in the thrill of the hunt, where his love of danger can take over. But when his favorite adventure takes a deadly turn, he realizes something is very wrong in his demon court. With the clock ticking, he must turn to the only one who might uncover the a journalist he has spent a decade avoiding…

A reporter hell-bent on finding the truth.

Adriana Saint Lucent has been on the hunt for years—if she could just report something damning enough about that no-good scoundrel Gabriel Axton, she knows others would finally see the demon as she does. But she never expected to turn up a rumor too terrifying to be could the ice dragons to the north be growing restless? Drawn into the secrets of the Underworld, Adriana’s investigation leads her into the place she dreads most…Axton’s infamous court.

A dangerous rivalry—and deliciously twisted fairy tale.

To stop darkness from falling over their kingdom, Axton and Adriana will have to unite against an escalating danger. But with each holding tight to their own secrets, can they find the truth before it’s too late? And what will they do with an equally troubling that they might not actually hate one another, after all?

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The Big Idea: Mike Allen

Apr. 23rd, 2025 03:25 pm
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Music. magic. and undead creatures; The Black Fire Concerto has really got it all. Read on to see how metal music paved the way for author Mike Allen’s newest novel.

MIKE ALLEN:

Whatever could have possessed me to write The Black Fire Concerto, a post-apocalyptic secondary world body horror novel in which a pair of heroines who cast spells through their music face off against hordes of undead monstrosities?

My heroines, warrior-sorceress Olyssa and her teenage apprentice Erzelle, draw inspiration from the likes of Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser, Elric and Moonglum, Roland the Gunslinger and his sidekicks, and more. They are musicians traveling through a world overrun with ghouls. 

Many scenes from the book, if a painter chose to illustrate them, could serve as death metal album covers. (Hint, hint, to any horror-loving artists out there.)

I’m not a musician, but music with a dash of darkness has been central to my life since my middle school explorations of my parents’ collection of symphonies by classical composers. Much of it did little for me — I tend to find soft, gentle music boring and irritating rather than relaxing. But some conveyed power, momentum, menace, like Grieg’s “In the Hall of the Mountain King” from the “Peer Gynt” suite. I especially fell head over heels for Stravinsky’s “The Rite of Spring” — I loved its energy and its rebellious atonality (the very qualities that caused the audience to riot at its 1913 premiere.)

At my mother’s insistence I sang in church choirs until I grew old enough to be allowed to say no. At about the same time I stopped going to choir practice I discovered that —somewhat to my parents’ dismay — the qualities of classical music that energized me could be mainlined in concentrate from heavy metal. The point of no return arrived when I used my dishwashing allowance to purchase Defenders of the Faith by Judas Priest, an album packed with science fiction, fantasy, and horror imagery, paced at an adrenalized frenzy.

Beyond just listening, all those years in choir proved to have a startling side effect: I had the lung power of a lion and could produce ear-shattering screams at will, leading to some delightful years as a garage- (or really, basement-) band singer, and hours and hours spent writing and recording songs with friends who were (and still are) excellent musicians. A special shout out here to my lifelong brothers-in-the-arts Mike Berkeley and John Morris. Our band was called She’s Dead, a phrase lifted from one of the stories in Clive Barker’s Books of Blood.

Now, I’ve been a huge horror fan for decades, but that wasn’t always so. As a child, I wanted nothing to do with horror tales or movies. A third grade reading of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” traumatized me for years. 

Yet hanging out with those same musician friends as a teen led to my first horror movies seen in theaters, and the discovery of a lifelong love of over the top, beyond the pale body horror, both humorous and ghastly serious: “Return of the Living Dead,” “Re-Animator,” “Evil Dead,” “Day of the Dead,” “From Beyond,” “Aliens,” “The Fly,” “Hellraiser.”

“Return of the Living Dead,” Dan O’Bannon’s blackly humorous unofficial sequel to “Night of the Living Dead,” deserves special attention. Everyone remembers how those zombies craved brains in their diet. What’s less remembered is that those zombies from 1985 ran fast, and shooting or slicing them did no good. Nothing short of incineration got rid of them. My ghouls, fueled by a magical curse, totally belong to the O’Bannon school.

With all these movies and metal, I’ve surely dated myself as a creature that reached my first creative bloom in the 1980s. I would not have dared to make my heroines classically trained musicians, though, were it not for a surprise return to the world of classical music in mid-2009, when I became the arts columnist for my home city’s newspaper.

In October of that year, I landed a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship that sent me to review world class orchestra performances in New York. I am still no expert on the topic, but I learned enough to describe these performances, and my appreciation for them, with at least a dash of eloquence.

In truth, my duo would not sound much like a metal band if you heard them play. Search the web for videos of harp and pan pipe duets to hear an approximation of their harmonies. The way they fight with musical notes, on the other hand, comes straight from the iconography of heavy metal.

As do undead fiends. (Hello, Eddie from Iron Maiden!)

Both elements have the potential to send the blood racing. I intend The Black Fire Concerto to serve as a double jolt.

A fair question: Is there truly any overlap between the world of classical music and the armies of the dead? I say it depends on the choice of music.

Remember my explorations of my parents’ classical music records? In sixth grade, I drove classmates nuts by constantly humming the “Dies Irae” passage from the fifth movement of Berlioz’ “Symphonie Fantastique.” Entirely unbeknownst to me, that very same year, Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining used a synthesizer version of that same musical segment as its opening theme.

In hindsight, considering the influences which inspired this novel, that sure seems like foreshadowing.


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Around Seattle: T-Mobile Park

Apr. 23rd, 2025 02:55 pm
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The Seattle Mariners will be on a road trip during Worldcon, but those who arrive in town a few days early will have a chance to enjoy one of the finest days anyone can spend in our beautiful town: a sunny August day at T-Mobile Park. And even for those who miss the August 8–10 series between the Mariners and Rays, the park is worth a tour—or to catch an upcoming concert.

The park that many of us still call “the Safe” feels like it hasn’t aged a day in its 25 years. With its magnificent views of the Seattle skyline from the seating bowl and its incredible views of Elliott Bay from the outside concourses, T-Mobile Park is a place to wander while you cheer. It’s a ballpark which encourages a good time with friends and family while rooting on the hometown nine.

There’s barely a bad seat at the ballpark, either. I’ve sat in unbelievable seats near home plate and seats with an eagle eye’s view in the bleachers, and many places in between. I’ve never had a bad experience. Fans here are friendly and not aggressive, and it’s always easy to make new buddies if that’s something you enjoy doing.

A view of T-Mobile Park from the stands behind home plate during a game on a sunny summer evening.
T-Mobile Park” by Shutterbug Fotos is licensed under CC BY-ND 2.0.

While the Safe is a great place to catch a game, it’s also a fantastic place to eat, drink and have a great time. “The Pen,” in right field, is a fun area in which to grab a cold Northwest microbrew, some sashimi or barbecue, or even a caesar salad before grabbing a high-top table to watch the game in style along with several thousand close friends.

T-Mo abounds with food and beverage choices (both alcoholic and non-alcoholic). You’ll find yourself overwhelmed by good options: It can be hard to choose between gobbling down an IchiRoll from Nakagawa Sushi, garlic fries and a three-piece salmon at Ivar’s seafood, a classic Northwest burger at Kidd Valley, or a veggie curry if that’s more your style.

If you’re not here on a game day, the park is still worth a visit. The convention may be able to arrange a custom tour of the park, and sometimes in the summer T-Mobile opens their standard gameday tour on a first-come-first-served basis. That’s a very cool chance to see the locker rooms, press room, luxury boxes, and other hidden areas of the park. That tour also really shows off the complex engine which makes a major league ballpark function.

Best of all, during convention week there’s not one but two major concerts at The Safe: Hozier play August 14 and The Lumineers on August 16th. The ballpark has great acoustics, and you’ll have a great summer evening watching a fun band whether you choose one or both.

The surrounding SoDo area of Seattle is also a great area to grab a pre-game drink or meal, and if you can’t find tickets, the good, old, divey Hooverville Bar is a good place to hang out, watch the game, and argue with friends and strangers over a cold beverage or two.

Link Light Rail takes you down to the Park (just get off at Stadium Station), so even that is easy.

If you get a chance to walk around T-Mobile Field, you’ll see why it’s considered one of the finest parks in all of Major League Baseball.

Tamesis Dock in London, England

Apr. 23rd, 2025 11:00 am
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Welcome to one of the only floating pubs in the world.

A London pub is more about interior design or atmosphere than views—except, that is, at Tamesis Dock. This pub takes the form of a boat moored on the south bank of River Thames, right in central London, from where one can take in the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben, the London Eye and Battersea Power Station all while sipping a Guinness. It’s thought to be one of only two boat-based pubs in the city.

The story goes that the boat was built in the 1930s in the Netherlands. It somehow made its way to Paris, where it was requisitioned by German soldiers during WWII. After the war, it was bought by a former member of Britain’s Merchant Navy and taken to the south coast of England, then eventually in the ‘80s or ‘90s, to London. 

Moorings in central London are almost impossible to come by these days, and Tamesis (the ancient Roman name for the River Thames) Dock’s current owners estimate that the boat may be the only one moored on the south bank of the river. Rent is paid to the Port of London. And the Thames estuary is only 32 miles east, which means that the tides cause Tamesis Dock to float twice daily. 

Seating here spans three levels, with both open-air and covered zones, and on a clear day, the views are amazing. The bar is found in the ship’s lower deck, has seven taps, and there’s also pizza and light snacks. Tamesis Dock also hosts events and live music.

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The pie in its display case.

The Turks Head is a traditional Victorian pub in St Helens, Merseyside. Built in the 1870s in the Tudor style, it's popular with the locals and has a reputation for award-winning craft beers.

If the home-cooked food, open fires, and steady supply of beer aren't enough to attract you, the pub also proudly claims to have the oldest pie in St Helens. Its age is unverified; it was found when the pub was renovated in 2017. Presumably, someone dropped it behind a bench, where it lay undisturbed for decades.

Its remarkably well-preserved condition led the owners to display it proudly once the refurbishment was complete. It now rests in an acrylic box on a wooden plinth with the story of its discovery engraved:

"This pie was discovered during renovations of The Turks Head public house (Feb 2017). It is thought to be the greatest discovery since Howard Carter and Lord Carnarvon unearthed Tutankhamun in 1922. We still don't know what mystical powers have been set free in The Turks Head."

St Helens isn't often compared to the Valley of the Kings, so the above claims may be slightly exaggerated. There have yet to be any reports of a curse.

A Gold Rush of Witnesses

Apr. 23rd, 2025 01:00 pm
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Some 300,000 people surged into California in the months and years after news of a gold strike at Sutter’s Mill in what would become Coloma (Culloma), California, in January 1848. They came from every point of the compass, desperate to strike it rich.

The University of the Pacific’s “Gold Rush Life” collection is made up of diaries, correspondence, and other primary sources documents. These present us with a doorway into the lives of some of those who came to be called Forty-Niners. Such documents may be as close to the experience of some of the participants as we’ll ever get, and they make for absolutely fascinating reading and research.

Some came by land, across the California Trail and California Road. Others came by sea: a ship out of Boston or New York could take months to journey around Cape Horn to San Francisco. Portages across the isthmus of Panama could shorten that, if there was a boat waiting on the Pacific side—all this was more than half a century before the Panama Canal existed.

David T. Gillis Diary, 1852–1854. Click on the image to read more. Courtesy University of the Pacific

Pennsylvanian David Gillis, for one, began his journey to the promise of gold in early February 1852. It took him until August to get in San Francisco. In his shipboard diary, he chronicled the frequently miserable circumstances of the trip. He was sick with colds and mumps. Fights broke out over water; at one point they were more than two months without landfall. And his fellow passengers died with some frequency. Here are only some of the instances he jotted down:

Two more young men of Georgia died last night and cast overboard this morning one of a fever one of dysentery Some more are very sick […] A young man died of fever in the Steerage at 8PM he was from New Orleans […] Dyed last night with measles a man by the name of Reed of Georgia […] Died a young man from NY name White disease measles & phthisic.

Phthisic, better known today as tuberculosis, was commonly carried to California thanks to the weakened immune systems of the gold-seekers.

Letter from John E. Fletcher to Ruth Fletcher, 1850. June 20, 21, 22, 24, 25, and July 4. Click on the image to read more. Courtesy University of the Pacific

Another Easterner, John E. Fletcher, had made the hazardous trip west a couple years earlier. In June 1850, he wrote to his wife in Massachusetts from “Little Deer Creek 2 miles from Nevada City,” noting

[i]t is a hard case to get a fortune out of California, for everyone who goes home with his pile there are six who find their graves here. Five acquaintances of mine have died here since I landed at San Fransisco. I try not to get discouraged…

This was a time when transcontinental mail could take months for a letter to cross and a response to come back. In the same enclosure, Fletcher continued “I see men every day making their fortunes, but I see five times as many more working twice as hard to keep from starving.”

Letter from Augustin Hibbard to William Hibbard, September 4, 1850. Click on the image to read more. Courtesy University of the Pacific

In more than two dozen letters to his brother William, Augustin Hibbard described the scene. Of Sacramento, he wrote in September 1850 that it was just

six or eight houses built of wood. Twenty or thirty more of frames [covered] with canvass and tents [innumerably]. We remained here a week, suffering much from the heat, the thermometer standing in the middle of the day, at 115 in the shade.

There are now more than 2.6 million living people in the Greater Sacramento area.

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An English immigrant to Wisconsin in 1845, Reverend Matthew Dinsdale went on to California in 1849 to preach on Sundays and dig for gold the rest of the week. His 1850 letter to a fellow minister back in Wisconsin is, you will pardon the expression, an absolute gold mine of experience, perspective, and data.

Letter from Rev. Matthew Dinsdale to Rev. John Lewis Dyer, July 2, 1850. Click on the image to read more. Courtesy University of the Pacific

It is true that gold is here found and in great abundance,” he wrote. However,

on this subject I want to write correctly and therefore must be on my guard to prevent the misinterpretation of terms for to speak of it as existing in abundance you might perhaps infer that I have much of it, or that all who dig for it get much, or that it is easily obtained, neither of which is the case. […] If I have not heard the language of regret, I have seen palpable evidence of it, in the countenance, the deportment and the persuit [sic]. There have been long periods of suffering experienced by some that all the gold of the country could not compensate for. After the dangers of the journey are over, and they are not few or trifling, a wandering life has to be commenced. A man can hardley [sic] tell one day where he will be the next.

Dinsdale confessed that he had “had seen the elephant,” a then-current expression meaning one has gained great experience—at great cost. About one foray into the snowy mountains, he wrote, “Suffice to say that we almost killed both ourselves and animals and made less than two dollars in a month.” While describing the dangers of “hostile Indians,” he also admitted “I must however say on behalf of the Indians that much provocation has been given them.”

Letter from Rev. Matthew Dinsdale to Rev. John Lewis Dyer, July 2, 1850. Click on the image to read more. Courtesy University of the Pacific

There were some lucky strikes in the gold fields, but the most Dinsdale reported making in a single day was $37.25. This may best be measured by the prices he documented in his letter: milk at $1 a quart; boots from $12–$20; “Coffee I am now told sells in Sac City for $75 a lb”; a “scythe and sneath” (blade and handle) went for $75. Dinsdale’s party’s included two mules; one cost $150, the other $180.

The majority of Forty-Niners didn’t pan out. More than a few died miserable deaths far from home. The most reliable way to make money in the gold fields was to service them. Shipping companies and merchants and wholesalers made out like bandits. Speaking of bandits, Leland Stanford famously jumpstarted his profits from miners into even greater swindles as a railroad baron, California Governor, and US Senator. It was no Sourdough, another nickname for hopeful miners, who could afford to establish a university named in honor of his dead son.

The philosophical Dinsdale summed it up, writing that

[o]n the whole I am well satisfied that I came here and at present would rather be in California than anywhere else in the world. I cannot advise anyone to come, nor do I tell anyone to stay away. […] Tho I may venture to say that those who do come, ought not to do so with the expectation of getting rich; lest they be disappointed.

Claim of Patrick Ford for Losses by Klamath Indians, 1853. Click on the image to read more. Courtesy University of the Pacific

The resulting population influx and ecological ruin of the Gold Rush had profound effects. Mexican territory until 1848, California was admitted into the United States as a free state as part of the Compromise of 1850. Enslavement in the new state nevertheless continued for some years. And, as a commentator noted as early as 1859, there was a “relentless war of extermination” waged against the state’s indigenous peoples by the white in-comers. Massacre, enslavement, rape, kidnapping of women and children, combined with starvation and disease, more than decimated native nations. All this was condoned when not encouraged or even led by local and state officials, who funded murderous militias. Today, this period is known as the California Genocide—officially recognized by California’s governor in 2019.

Whilst pursuing the avocation of Miners & Packers peaceably” claimed Patrick Ford in 1853, after he and his party were attacked by Klamath Indians. The raiders killed three of Ford’s party and made off with over $6,000-worth of equipment, as listed in Ford’s claim to the Superintendent of Indian Affairs and “through him to the Congress of the United States of America.”

The resolution of Ford’s claim for redress from federal authorities is unknown, but it nicely illustrates the assumed entitlement—and assumed innocence—of the Gold Rush invaders. And it’s a good reminder that these written, English-language documents in the Gold Rush Life collection are only part of the story (n.b. not all items in the collections are fully transcribed—welcome to the challenge of reading nineteenth-century handwriting—but look under “More” in the individual “Item Details” for those that do have transcriptions).

For too long, the Forty-Niners were the only story, and thus the only history of the period and the place. But “American history” is finally expanding to include Native Americans into the origin story of California and the larger origin story of the United States and Canada, from which they were long exiled. As historian Ned Blackhawk writes in The Rediscovery of America: Native Peoples and the Unmaking of US History, “It was their garden homelands, after all, that birthed America.”


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Settling down to read detective stories can be an enjoyable escape from mundane life. But the fictional world of crime is, unfortunately, not immune to racial prejudices. After all, Sherlock Holmes, the world’s most famous sleuth, claimed to “as easily differentiate between the footprints of a Hindu or Muslim as he could identify the Chinese origins of a tattoo by its color,” as Tarik Abdel-Monem recapitulates. (Even C. Auguste Dupin, the detective hero of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Murders in the Rue Morgue,” tries his hand at identifying “the voice of an Asiatic—of an African” from the cry of an orangutan.)

To be sure, Abdel-Monem notes that “[o]ne would be hard pressed to find a modern work that embraces the Victorian racism of Holmes or the racist and sexist overtones of the hard-boiled genre,” as today’s crime authors include writers of color like Walter Mosely and Barbara Neely. Still, he proposes that “the landscape with which interracialism is the focus is still both limited, and contested” in the crime genre today, especially in the continued use of the trope of the “tragic mulatto” or mixed-race individual.

He notes that mixed-race individuals are frequently depicted as unnatural: they may be incredibly physically attractive yet possess uncanny abilities or provoke violence in other characters. One reason behind these “reductive and trivial representations” could be “a desire to apologize for the historical legacy of racism and racial separation by endowing multiracial characters with social advantage,” he suggests. “But such representations are clumsy at best, and beg the question of whether or not such bizarre attempts at apology for racism are truly productive.”

In particular, Abdel-Monem cites Jurassic Park author Michael Crichton’s Rising Sun, which was published in 1992, “when economic tensions between the United States and Japan were high.”

In this notable detective procedural, investigators must work to solve the murder of a young white sex worker found dead at the Los Angeles office of a Japanese corporation. Japanese characters “are presented as alien and hostile bodies in rather standard orientalist protocol,” Abdel-Monem writes, especially since the victim is revealed to have been engaged in paid sadomasochistic acts with Japanese men—who, in typical orientalist fashion, “are as rich as their tastes are perverse.”

“The interracial sexual act in Rising Sun is thus imbued with inferences of sadism and death originating from desires of the alien Japanese,” Abdel-Monem infers.

A key assistant in the investigation is Theresa, a technology genius who is introduced in sexually objectifying terms: “dark, exotic-looking, almost Eurasian… beautiful, drop-dead beautiful.”

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Though she has mixed Japanese and African American heritage, Theresa has a deep antipathy toward Japanese people because of the discrimination she has faced for her mixed-race identity, her descent from an “untouchable” caste, and her physical disability of a missing forearm.

“Given the extent to which racialized, national rivalry underpins the story’s plot, Crichton’s reduction of Theresa into a disfigured body makes sense,” Abdel-Monem explains. “In such a universe, off-spring of a Japanese/Black-American union could only be both uniquely beautiful and talented, but also defective.”

Even Theresa’s resentment is in line with the “heavy handed portrayal of multiracial characters as angry, lonely, embittered persons” that Abdel-Monem observes in popular crime stories. For instance, Lea Wait’s mass-market crime novel Shadows at the Spring Show, published in 2005, goes so far as to make anger over the transracial adoption the motive for a string of grisly murders in a small town. The protagonist of that book finds her visit to New England clouded by “her continuing encounters with the troubled, racially-mixed adoptees” associated with a local adoption center.

“Through her focus on the dysfunctional behaviors and backgrounds of almost all the adopted adolescents, and the negative effects on multi-racial families, Waits [sic] emphasizes and frames transracialism as a destructive and disturbing phenomen[on],” Abdel-Monem writes.

Instead of interpreting these stories as isolated examples or a recent trend, Abdel-Monem connects these depictions to an established tradition in American literature, including Mark Twain’s novel Pudd’nhead Wilson.

“The depiction of interracialism in contemporary American crime fiction both reflects and exploits our anxieties about race and race relations,” he writes. “The continuing presence of the tragic mulatto in modern works of fiction is clearly problematic, yet not surprising given its long historical legacy.” Its prevalence in the crime genre just “attest[s] to the longevity and persistence with which particular tropes of interracialism resound within the popular culture generally,” he concludes.


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A dark grey-painted building with a large sign labeled “SSE” visible from the street is located within a rather quiet neighborhood directly across from an athletic field. At first glance, it appears to be a warehouse or storage facility, but the many black-and-white vintage photographs that decorate the exterior give clues to something more.

This is the location of the Samuel Slater Experience, a museum dedicated to an individual most people probably have never heard of yet whose contributions would change not only American history but the entire world. 

Samuel Slater was born on June 9, 1768, in Belper, England, as the fifth of eight children and the son of a farmer. At age 10, Slater entered an apprenticeship under Jedediah Strutt, who operated a cotton mill utilizing the new water frame pioneered by Richard Arkwright. At age 21, Slater wanted to be the owner of his mill, but given his background of not being a member of the gentry, this would be near impossible, and the highest he could hope for was possibly an overseer.

Slater knew the U.S. was eager to acquire textile technology, and the fledgling new republic would pay handsomely to help establish American industry. However, Slater also knew the British had passed laws forbidding the export of textile machinery and the emigration of textile workers to keep their technology secret and protect their economic monopoly. Following his ambitions and with the blueprint of the Arkwright water frame committed to memory, Slater disguised himself as a simple farmer and boarded a ship to the U.S., arriving in 1789.  

Not long after, Slater contacted Rhode Island-based industrialist Moses Brown and offered his services. With Slater’s knowledge and expertise, they replicated the Arkwright water frame and established the first cotton mill and factory within the U.S. in Pawtucket in 1793. Together, they created the Rhode Island System of manufacturing, which became the predominant method for making textiles throughout New England and the Northeast.

When word reached England of Slater’s success and contributions, the British were furious and nicknamed him “Slater the Traitor” for leaving the country illegally and helping their former enemy and colonies. In 1812, Slater moved to Oxford and Dudley, Massachusetts, to acquire a larger workforce and a more plentiful water supply from nearby Lake Chaubunagungamaug, also known by its more famous name, Lake Char­gogg­a­gogg­man­chaugg­a­gogg­chau­bun­a­gung­a­maugg

To adequately meet the needs of his mills and workers, Slater had land from Oxford and Dudley combined to create a new town named after statesman and personal friend Daniel Webster. For over a century, Slater’s mills brought people and prosperity to the community, with its population and development expanding exponentially, becoming one of the first boomtowns in the United States. By the start of the 20th century, Webster had its own trolley network, luxury hotel, silent film theatre, numerous shops, and businesses. The nearby lake also served as a very popular summer destination with steamboat cruises before the widespread availability of cars and the advent of the interstate highway system connecting to the ocean. The diverse community and sizeable immigrant population led to the town nicknamed “Little New York” during its heyday. 

By the mid-20th century, with shifting demographics and a changing American society, the old Slater mills gradually closed, and Webster became a shadow of the bustling community it once was. However, Slater's contributions and legacy can be seen and felt in the United States and globally. He is considered the “Father of the Industrial Revolution” within the United States and American industrial manufacturing would play a critical role throughout important historical events such as the Union victory and abolition of slavery during the Civil War, allied victories during both World Wars, and the rise of the U.S. as a global superpower. 

The Samuel Slater Experience offers an in-depth and interactive look into Slater's life and the history of Webster. Numerous artifacts are on display, recreations of various historical environments, exhibits visitors can interact with, educational films, vintage vehicles, and a replica of downtown Webster from the early 20th century, almost like a miniature trip back in time. Perhaps most importantly, the museum highlights immigrants' prominent contributions to American history and society. Slater himself was an immigrant who left England illegally; many of the workers in his mills were migrants from all over the world who came to the United States seeking a better life. It helped create the foundation of the American Dream and the ethos of the United States being the "Land of Opportunity."

The museum is worth visiting for those interested in early American industrial history who want a truly unique experience. 

Confessional Boxes: Tiny Cryptic #7

Apr. 23rd, 2025 03:33 pm
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Seventh instalment in our series of extremely small and free-form cryptic crossword puzzles, themed on our latest essay.

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In 1902, a woman named Mary MacLane from Butte, Montana, became an international sensation after publishing a scandalous journal at the age of 19. Rereading this often-forgotten debut, Hunter Dukes finds a voice that hungers for worldly experience, brims with bisexual longing, and rages against the injustices of youth.

Adam & Eve: Summer Lovin’

Apr. 23rd, 2025 08:00 am
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Posted by Amanda

This post is being sponsored by AdamandEve.com and they’ve offered us a coupon code for the Bitchery!

Here is the most important information:

AdamandEve.com is offering Smart Bitches readers 50% off a single item plus free standard shipping in the US and Canada with code SMART. Please note: certain exclusions apply, but the coupon covers most of the store.

If you’d like to see some of the toys we’ve featured in previous posts, check out our Adam & Eve tag!

I’ve titled this post “Summer Lovin'” as a reminder to, if you can, slow down and take some time for yourself (and/or your partner) during the lazy season. Also, yes…I hope the song is stuck in your head.

This post is extremely NSFW! You have been warned!

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This is a sleek and discreet travel vibrator with ten different vibration modes. It also contains a hidden compartment, if you wanted to fill it with lube or toy cleaner without worrying about the 3oz liquids limit. Very clever!

A burgundy small vibrator with a rose cold cap.

 

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I personally think this is a fantastic deal! Three toys for under $50?! I also find them to be super cute, if aesthetics matter to you in terms of toy choices. The set contains three separate bullet vibrators with different tips for a variety of sensation. I myself am a bullet evangelist and I’m tempted to grab these for myself.

A trio of bullet vibrators in different pastel colors. There's a pastel green vibrator with rabbit ears, a pastel purple with a rounded tip, and a pastel blue with an angled and textured tip.

 

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I’m really digging the design and color palette of this one. This vibe has two distinct sensations. One is vibration and the other is a thumping mode; both have ten different patterns each. Please note that this is only compatible with water-based lubricants.

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For all you readers who love a bit of whimsy, check out this mushroom-inspired vibrator! This one boasts 15 stimulation modes and is rechargeable. I honestly hate messing around with batteries, as inevitably things will die mid-use/ Nothing kills the mood quite like hunting for AAAs in your junk drawer or figuring out which remote to steal them from.

A small vibrator shaped like a mushroom with a white base and red top.

 

 

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Honestly, I could do a whole post on cute toys that look like other things. (Should I?) This rechargeable vibrator can run up to 90 minutes on a single charge, which is hella impressive. Plus, it’s waterproof and comes with a variety of vibration settings.

 

A teal vibrator in the shape of a rabbit. The bottom is rounded (like a weeble wooble) and is gold.

 

Thank you to Adam and Eve for the coupon, and for sponsoring this post!

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I hope you’re able to do something special for yourself this summer! If you have other recommendations from Adam & Eve, please leave them in the comments below.

Tuesday 22 April 1662

Apr. 22nd, 2025 11:00 pm
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Posted by Samuel Pepys

After taking leave of my wife, which we could hardly do kindly, because of her mind to go along with me, Sir W. Pen and I took coach and so over the bridge to Lambeth, W. Bodham and Tom Hewet going as clerks to Sir W. Pen, and my Will for me. Here we got a dish of buttered eggs, and there staid till Sir G. Carteret came to us from White Hall, who brought Dr. Clerke with him, at which I was very glad, and so we set out, and I was very much pleased with his company, and were very merry all the way. … [What was censored here? D.W.] [He, among good Storys, telling us a story of the monkey that got hold of the young lady’s cunt as she went to stool to shit, and run from under her coats and got upon the table, which was ready laid for supper after dancing was done. Another about a Hectors crying “God damn you, rascall!” – L&M] We came to Gilford and there passed our time in the garden, cutting of sparagus for supper, the best that ever I eat in my life but in the house last year. Supped well, and the Doctor and I to bed together, calling cozens from his name and my office.

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The Drumlin Islands of Boston Harbor

Apr. 23rd, 2025 12:00 am
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The Drumlin Islands of Boston Harbor
A national recreation area and state park protect an archipelago made of glacial debris in eastern Massachusetts.  

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I went to my first Los Angeles Kings game around 1986, when they still played at the Forum, wore the original uniforms, and weren’t a playoff team.

By the end of the first period, my fandom was cemented. I loved how fast the game moved. I loved how weird it was to play ice hockey in Southern California. I loved that nobody I knew was into hockey, so this was something that belonged to me. In the 80s, being a hockey fan in LA was to be part of a subculture that took a little bit of work. Like, it was easy to be a Lakers fan during Showtime. The Dodgers weren’t that great in the mid-80s, but by 1988 they were in the World Series again, while the Kings were pretty mid, if my memory is correct.

Years and years ago, I wrote something about how much I loved getting off of work at Paramount, driving down La Cienega through the oil fields, and sneaking into Inglewood around the traffic on the 405 and 110. I would have been 16 or so, maybe just barely 17, when Gretzky came to the Kings, and my subculture exploded into very mainstream Los Angeles sports culture. I took an extended break from the NHL — and all sports, really — when my kids were little. We couldn’t justify the expense for tickets, and when I had a choice between going out for something or staying home and enjoying my family’s company, I always stayed home.

But in … I think it was 2010? 2011? … the Kings were in the playoffs against St. Louis, a couple seasons before they won their first Stanley Cup. I knew from experience that there is nothing in the world like playoff hockey, and that I had my best chance to introduce Anne to the sport, the team, and that part of me. So we went to game 3 of the series (I’m going from memory. I could look all this up and be sure about the dates, but I’m going to write this parenthetical, instead.) We sat behind the goal, about 7 rows up, not the best place to get a full view of the game and watch plays develop, but really great for dropping you right into the middle of the whole thing.

Anne was completely on board by like the third or fourth whistle. She was hollering with me, stomping her feet, the whole thing. It was great. We got season tickets the following season, and we have had them ever since.

Last night, she had an art class she’s been looking forward to for weeks, that she joind before the playoff schedule was set, so I took our son, Nolan, with me. He’s been so busy with so many things, we haven’t had many opportunities lately to just go out and hang, so I was looking forward to that even more than the game, itself.

Holy shit the game, itself. I’ve been feeling like this team is the first team the Kings have put out in years that has a real chance to get past Edmonton. Fucking FINALLY. As I wrote only semi-jokingly in yesterday’s post, Edmonton has one line and a bunch of guys. Their goalie is very beatable, and if the Kings can shut down McDavid (who, we all have to admit is the greatest player in the world right now), they should advance.

The vibe inside Staples Center was immaculate. Fans chanting in the streets, in the concourse ahead of the game, in our seats before they introduced the players. For the first time since opening night, the place looked to be nearly sold out. It was the playoffs, man, and it nourished my soul to be there.

The game was exciting and nerve wracking. The Kings took their foot off the gas at the beginning of the third, as is traditional, and let the Oilers back in. McDavid did his thing (I hope Edmonton nerds know how lucky they are to watch him year after year) and I felt roughly 17000 people go “oh fuck my life not this again”.

And then.

And then, Phillip Danault and Warren Foegele did this, with 7 seconds left.

Phillip Danault (off camera right) snaps a shot on Jeff Skinner that flutters in for a goal, while Warren Foegele leaps out of the way. (via reddit)

Nolan and I jumped up out of our seats so fast and so hard, we practically hit our heads on the roof.

The Kings held on for seven intense seconds, and after blowing a huge lead, managed to win it 6-5 in regulation. It’s the first time they’ve won a playoff game in regulation in three years. I screamed so much, my throat hurts today and my voice is hoarse. Not the best thing before I start an audiobook tomorrow. Good thing I heal like Wolverine.

On the drive home, I looked over at Nolan and said, “Look, it’s the playoffs, and I would never admit to this in public or on my blog, but it’s after 10 already and I did not want to be leaving here after 11, so I feel like not only did the Kings win, we also won.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t going to say anything, but … yeah.”

We laughed about that a little bit.

I said, “I guess I know that I’m old and tired because I’m not completely sure I wouldn’t have suggested we race home during the intermission so I could watch OT on TV and then roll right into bed. I don’t even know who I am.”

He started to reply, then said, “Look out!” because a stupid fucking dipshit idiot driver whipped across three lanes without signaling to gain a car length while I was — with my turn indicator on because oh my fucking god why is that so hard for you people to do — safely changing lanes like an adult.

I yanked my wheel back to my left, was grateful I drive a Mini with a low center of gravity, and dad mode automatically engaged. “You fucking idiot fuck,” I spat at that guy. “My fucking kid is right here! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You okay? Sorry about that.”

“Yeah, that was intense.”

My parental anger faded as quickly as it flared. “I’m really glad you saw that. I would have missed it entirely.” In my dad brain, a vivid series of violent car crashes played in high speed.

“I barely did.”

“Yikes. That’s scary. We were so close to being in a serious crash because of that guy, and he probably has no idea.” I wondered how many more near collisions this dude would cause on his way to wherever he was going.

“Yep.”

We drove in silence for a little bit. And then, after we’d merged onto the 134, I said the thing that had been on my mind since we’d left the house hours earlier.

“I’m so grateful you chose to come to the game tonight. Thank you for making a special memory with me. I cherish this time together, and I want you to know that.”

“I do know that, but I’m still glad you said it. I didn’t expect to have as much fun as I did. It reminded me of the times we went before.”

“That was so much fun. I’m so happy that you remember it the way I do.”

When Nolan was in high school, the Kings had ticket packs for super cheap (they were NOT a good team, then) so I got him like 6 games for Christmas, mostly so we had an excuse to go do something together. At one of the games, we were screaming and cheering for the boys and they put us on the Jumbotron. Someone in the organization grabbed it, and made that video snip part of the opening montage for the rest of that year. Every game I went to, with Nolan and without, I got to see it and remember how fun it was when it happened. It was so long ago, the memories have faded to a point where they are unreliable. Last night was an echo of those memories, and it refreshed them enough to restore their clarity.

Anne’s got tickets to a show tomorrow, and Nolan is my first choice, if he’s feeling it, to be my +1. So maybe we’ll get to make another memory together tomorrow night that involves the Kings going to Edmonton up 2 games to none.

If you’d like to get these updates in your inbox, here’s the thingy:

Also, before I go, I am on Michael Rosenbaum’s podcast, Inside of You, this week. I’m working on a post about it, just struggling to get WordPress to play nice with a bit of embedded video. Until then, here are some quick links:

Zagreb 80s Museum in Zagreb, Croatia

Apr. 22nd, 2025 05:00 pm
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Furniture and home decor from a Yugoslavian home in the 1980.

By the 1980s, the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia had benefitted from decades of economic growth that left it wealthier than any time before or since. Good trade relationships with the West created a consumer culture found in no other communist country at the time. The Republic of Croatia, being among the most industrialized parts of the federation, became especially wealthy, and quite a few older people there still feel "Yugo-nostalgia" to this day.

The Zagreb 80s Museum is a house museum that showcases what a typical apartment in the city looked like at the time, including many of the foreign and domestic goods families would have had access to. Some may be surprised at the sheer variety of such items, including Atari and Commodore 64 video game consoles, casino games, and even early personal computers. And unlike most other museums, this one actually allows visitors to touch the displays.

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The Republican lamppost

In March 1939, Spain was in turmoil. After almost three years, the country's vicious Civil War was coming to an end, and, on April 1, 1939, the fascist dictator Francisco Franco declared victory over the Republican forces backing the country's democratically elected government, known as the Second Spanish Republic.

Franco's new government set out to erase all of the symbols of the previous republican government. Some, however, managed to survive in plain sight, such as an unassuming lamppost at a corner of the Royal Palace in Madrid.

Nearly all of the lampposts in this area of the capital are adorned with royal crowns representing Spain's constitutional monarchy. This lamppost, however, has a small mural crown on top, an emblem of the Second Spanish Republic. 

A mural crown symbolizes a city's walls or towers. In ancient Greece, the coronet represented how the gods watched over a city.

After Spain's 1868 Glorious Revolution deposed Queen Isabella II, the new government stopped using the Spanish royal crown as an architectural motif and instead looked to find a new symbol. The Spanish Academy of History eventually advised using the mural crown because it was less ornamental. 

Starting in the late 19th century, the mural crown was in use, decades before the Second Spanish Republic, which lasted from 1931 to 1936. There's no way to verify whether this lamppost is truly a surviving symbol of the defeated republic, though many like to believe it is, or if it's even older.

Regardless, the lamppost has withstood the passage of time, maintaining an air of mystery that continues to intrigue both locals and visitors.

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View inside the P-4.

Just north of Luxembourg City, where the river Alzette meanders its way out of the capital, lies Walferdange. The town is best known for the Raschpëtzer Qanat: a Roman water tunnel, or qanat, that still functions 2,000 years after its construction.

Locals have known about a series of holes in the forest northeast of Walferdange for ages. A legend dating back at least the beginning of the 19th century mentions four wichtelchers-lächer, or goblin holes, in the forest. Another folk tale claims that if you fell into one of the holes, you would come out near the Steinsel mill, a mill which no longer exists that was located downstream from Walferdange on the Alzette river.

The first excavations of the qanat began in 1913 before being interrupted by World War I. Between 1965 and 1970, the excavations were taken up again by members of the Groupe Spéléologique Luxembourg (G.S.L.). But due to a lack of resources and technical difficulties, it wasn’t until October 1986 that the bottom of well N°5 (P5) was reached some 114 feet (35 meters) down. On October 3rd, 1986, archaeologists uncovered a horizontal gallery and confirmed that the well was indeed a Roman qanat.

Today, around 1,000 feet (310 meters) of galleries have been explored. The qanat’s total length is estimated to be around half a mile long (650 to 720 meters). There are 13 known shafts, though some estimate there may be as many as 18. The qanat still produces about 47,500 gallons (180 cubic meters) of water daily, around 2 liters per second. This is probably slightly less than its original Roman output since the area wasn’t covered with vegetation then.

The qanat follows a chaotic course and was likely dug by two groups trying to reach each other. At the bottom of P8, a piece of wood with traces of rope wear—possibly from the construction of the qanat—has been dated to around 140, confirming the qanat was built during the Roman period between the 1st and 2nd centuries. A well-preserved shovel made of beech wood was also found in well P9.

Well P-4 (a negative number because several wells were discovered downstream of P1, which was thought to be the first well in the original numbering system) has a low dam or weir that controls the flow of water into a drainage canal. However, just before the P-5 well, the water disappears into the rock. Excavations show that this occurred when Romans operated the qanat and that their attempts at a solution were unsuccessful.

The biggest mystery remains why and for whom the qanat was built. A nearby archaeological site surrounded by a square wall was discovered along the Rue des Vergers, next to an electricity substation, but the site was never excavated due to lack of resources.

Given its size and the effort required to supply the qanat’s water, it could well have been a Roman military camp. The other ten Roman qanats in Luxembourg all supplied villas. The exceptional length and depth of the Walferdange qanat, however, make it stand out.

The other known Roman villas on the same slope were all connected to a spring. Likely a small natural spring, the Dauwebur, also supplied the camp. It provided only 5,000 gallons (20 cubic meters) of water per day, not enough to meet daily needs, so the qanat was likely added to provide more water.

The qanat is underground. However, many features are visible on the surface. Visitors can see the 10 excavated shafts, which have all been covered with metal lids. Two are windowed: P5 to see its 114 feet (35 meter) depth and P-4 to see the overflow bifurcation. The water outlet from the bifurcation was rebuilt in 2000. It now shows a cross-section of the pipeline. Finally, there is a gallery at well P-5. Here you can see where the water disappears underground. The walls of the access corridor are lined with explanatory panels. Few other Roman qanat sites have as many ruins and allow partial access to the water conduit.

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