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They Asked, so I Answer (just about) Anything for My 10th Blogiversary


As has been noted previously, today marks 10 years since I started putting things up on teh IntraWebs as The Irresponsible Reader. inspired by A Literary Escape (and some others that I forgot to note), I decided to do a little AMA to go along with that. I had a great time doing this—and hope at least one other person enjoys reading this 1/8th as much as I enjoyed the questions.

Thank you to JCM Berne, Kyle, Paul Nydegger, Noelle Holten, Lashaan Balasingam, Celeste, Jodie, Bob Germaux, and (a different) Noelle for these questions.

I should have realized that my good friend Paul, who is convinced (and is correct) that I don’t make fast enough progress through certain series/authors’ works, would take this opportunity to publically nag me. Well played, Paul, well played.

I realize now that I maybe should’ve split this up into a few posts, because I get to rambling here. But…eh…no one says you have to read it all at once. Come back and finish it up.

What are your beard care secrets? (You have a very handsome beard)
asked by: JCM Berne, http://jcmberne.com
When I initially asked for questions for this, I said “I’d prefer the questions to be about books, reading, the blog—that sort of thing.” But did leave the door open for anything. It took precisely…zero questions for someone to walk through that door. I asked for it. But I do think this will give me a chance to display my superpower.
The Facial Hair Handbook
First, thanks for the compliment. The key to my beard care is minimalism. I’m too lazy to shave regularly, hence the beard. I’m lousy at trimming it, hence the length. Wash it 2-3 times a week with a beard soap/shampoo. Pat dry—don’t let the towel do much damage. Use a good beard oil or balm (I prefer the latter). Don’t use vinyl or plastic combs/brushes (the whole static thing might be an Old Wives’ Tale, but why take chances?), I use wooden combs, boar’s hair brushes, or a metal pick. I haven’t found Biotin or any of the vitamins frequently recommended to be that helpful. What I have found is that as your own health goes, so goes the health of your beard.

Here’s the superpower bit, I can take any conversation and work in a recommendation for a book. I usually realize I did it after the fact, but occasionally I do it with forethought. Like here. This comes from Jack Passion’s book, The Facial Hair Handbook, and a couple of barbers who have guided my pogonotrophy.


Have you ever dabbled in writing fiction?
asked by: Kyle (who has a website, but apparently doesn’t want publicity)
I have dabbled in Fiction. Like anyone obsessed with books as I have been for most of my life, I’ve often thought about writing my own work. In college, I had a double-major—and Creative Writing was one of those. I didn’t end up getting that degree, because it would’ve required another semester just to get 4 credits, and that was too much money for me at the time. I’ve taken a couple of courses in writing since then, too, and tried one local workshop that wasn’t a fit. One thing that I learned from my time in my Creative Writing classes is that I was surrounded by writers that far outclassed me. But I did produce a few short stories that I liked (and a few that I’m iffy about)—and several humorous essays that I really liked.

I’ve completed NaNoWriMo a few times in the recent past—one book that’s sort of a Werewolf/Lad Lit combo—the kind of thing that Mike Chen would do (but this was years before I read him). Then I tried what can best be described as a reboot of the 80s show Voyagers (a reference very few readers are going to get), but in a Riordan-esque MG way—a Father-Son Time Travel team fixing problems in the timeline. The third book I completed the word count on, but was nowhere near finished—a reverse portal-fantasy where a band of Fantasy adventurers find themselves in the Pacific Northwest. The Werewolf novel is the one I’d really like to get back to one day to see if I can beat it into a decent shape. The Fantasy novel is beyond my abilities. And the Time Travel book would take too much research, so forget it.

For now, it’s all about time and dedication. Or, as Angela Duckworth would put it, grit. And I find myself lacking that when it comes to my own work.


Why are you so slow with Slow Horses?
asked by: Paul Nydegger
I have no earthly idea. It makes no sense to me at all. You’ll be happy to know that within 24 hours of this posting, I will have started the next in the series. At the rate I’m going, I’ll catch up by….

2029 (unless he writes a new book between now and then).

I’d better pick up the pace.


If you could meet any author (dead or alive) who would it be and why?

Happy 10yrs!
asked by: Noelle Holten, https://www.crimebookjunkie.co.uk
Thanks, Noelle!!

This is the easiest question in this post! Obviously, the only correct answer is the best-selling author of the DC Maggie Jamieson series and 6 Ripley Avenue, Noelle Holton!

Seriously…to answer that with one name of a living author is just impossible. A dead one would be equally difficult. But okay, I’ll play the game—Rex Stout. I’ve been fascinated with him for decades, have read his biography a couple of times, and numerous short pieces by people who knew him. His life before he got into novel writing is the stuff of fiction—and then when he got into fiction…it’s truly something special.

I’m not just saying this to be nice—it’d be great to meet just about every author I’ve featured here in the last 10 years (there are a few exceptions, but I won’t name names). If I named the ones I’d particularly enjoy spending time with, this post would get too long (and I’d probably forget someone and be haunted by it). But if any author reading this finds themselves in the Boise area—the first round of drinks (of whatever kind) is on me! Probably the second and third, too.

That goes double for Noelle Holten.


Based on your 10-year experience (congrats, by the way!!), what do you recommend to all bloggers if they would like to sustain a healthy blogging routine?
asked by: Lashaan Balasingam, https://roarsandechoes.com/
Thanks!

Lashaan, my friend, I read these questions to my daughter a few days back. When I read this one, she just laughed and said tell him to do everything you don’t. Healthy routines and I are passing acquaintances at best.

So this is (largely) from the “Not What I Do” file.
Find a pattern that works for you—one that allows you to spend time with your friends, family, and loved ones. One, very importantly, that allows you adequate sleep and exercise. Then you need to read (and in your case, there’s also watching and playing stuff). The blogging gets some of the rest of the time—oh, you probably need to work.

Follow that up with being flexible—what pattern works for you now, may not in 3 months. So, adjust. Try new things. Listen to your body when it comes to energy, look for the signs of mental wear and tear, and do something to shake things up to prevent it.

Lastly, and most importantly, no matter what routine you settle on—be gracious with yourself. If your routine falters, or if you fail to stick with it. Shake it off (as Ms. Swift would instruct) and move on. Remember this is a hobby (unless you become one of those people that starts paying their bills with that—at which point, I figure you have to forget about health and just dive in whole-heartedly) and that it should be fun. Don’t lose sight of that.

Just before posting this I thought of another point. It’s small, but it helped tremendously. A couple of years ago, I made a reference to loving the subheadings some blogger was using in her reviews (can’t remember who, but am pretty sure it was a she, and she was clever), and how I wished I had thought of doing something like that. Bookstooge said something like, “well, just start doing it yourself.” And I did—I actually don’t think I would have, if he hadn’t said that.

This tweak to my writing routine helped me tremendously. I have an outline for every post going in (one that I can play with, I’m not beholden to it), so I don’t have to think of how I’m going to structure things. It makes it easier for me to write in sections and not have to worry about the flow of the posts—and it helps the reader (I assume) navigate what they want to read. It was a tiny thing, but it has proved to be a game changer. Again, flexibility.

It’s laughable to me that you’d ask me anything about blogging—your sites and posts are visually my favorites out there, and your content is top-notch. From my vantage point, you’ve got it figured out. That’s likely not true (who among us has?), but it looks that way. Keep doing what you’re doing…


Who or what introduced you to reading and were you always an avid reader?
asked by: Celeste, https://aliteraryescape.com
First, thanks for the idea behind this post. It’s been a blast.

My Mom introduced me to reading me a lot. I’m not saying my Dad didn’t read to me, but I have no memories of it (not that I have a lot of memories of being read to by my Mom, either, but she’s talked about it). Once I got into school and started reading independently, she was diligent in taking me to the local Library until I could get there by the power of my own two feet (Burley Public Library and Payette Public Library—I feel safe saying those words because neither city can be used to get at my passwords)—and believe me, that diligence was not easy (stupid 3 books at a time limit), because, yeah, I was always an avid reader.

I’ve told this story before, but the privilege of age means I get to tell it again. The first time I realized (and likely my parents realized, too) just how avid a reader I was/would be came the summer after second grade. My family was on a forever-long road trip (Eastern Idaho to Southern California) and I was bored, so I demanded my parents buy me something to read. Clearly, I wasn’t a pleasure to be stuck in a station wagon with, because at the next town, they did. I got two books, Encyclopedia Brown, Boy Detective and Sugar Creek Gang Screams in the Night. I read them both several times before we got back to Idaho (I don’t think I demanded or received another book on the trip). That was the last time I went somewhere over 40 minutes away from my home without at least one book.


What genre, if any, do you find yourself not reading a lot of?
asked by: Celeste, https://aliteraryescape.com
Westerns, Romance, and Horror. I have nothing against the idea of them—and have read good books in all of them—but I never think of looking for anything in those genres, and most books I come across in those genres don’t sound that interesting. Zombie novels aren’t really a genre (and fit into a handful of them, anyway)—I’m on the record of saying I don’t like them, but the number of them that I’ve read in the last 10 years suggests I might not be as against them as I think I am.

Although, as I write this, I realize I might be in the middle of a Horror novel that I thought was something else. But I’m pretty sure that’s my fault for not doing a better job of reading the synopsis—I read the first half and was sold. I think I like it (although I think I’d have liked it better if it was what I thought it was going to be).


What is one of your favorite reading related memories?

Happy upcoming blogiversary!!!
asked by: Jodie, https://wittyandsarcasticbookclub.home.blog/
Thank you, Jodie!

Ooooh…that’s a good one. I probably shouldn’t use that California trip story again, eh?

A lot of my memories are tied to a particular book, so I’d have to think about a book to come up with one, you know? But let’s see what I can come up with.

I remember loaning Dragons of Winter Night to a friend in the 8th grade—and her almost getting the book confiscated by our Science Teacher for reading during a lecture. I clearly didn’t learn anything from that because I then loaned her Dragons of Spring Dawning, which she also almost had confiscated when she broke down crying when the first major character death in that book occurred—this time in Math Class. Okay, I probably learned a lesson the first time—but there was no way my 13-year-old self could’ve said no to a pretty girl who could smile at me like that. It didn’t help my romantic cause any, but…

There was the time I had to dash off to my bedroom one Saturday afternoon to finish Marley & Me: Life and Love with the World’s Worst Dog so my (then) very young kids didn’t see their father bawling (my wife had finished the book a couple of days earlier, so knew what was going on and kept them distracted). That’s not a favorite, really, but it’s very vivid.

I remember my 9-year-old son (now father of the Grandcritter) who got so invested in the Skullduggery Pleasant series (and who can blame him?) that he and his mom designed a costume for it—and how devastated he was that the Borders staff didn’t realize that’s what he was during their store costume contest. I’m guessing if we’d been better about supporting our Indie Bookstore at the time, someone would’ve recognized it. Not a particularly happy memory, but man…he was so invested in that book that it made my heart grow 3 sizes.

When his sister was 9, she decided that she was old enough to read The Help, and we let her give it a shot. I don’t think she understood everything, but she got enough of it to justify the time she spent. That’s another memory I’m going to keep for forever—it also would be cause enough for many people to vote against me for Library or School Boards, I realize.

Oh, here’s a favorite (just needed to free associate for a bit): Reading The Godfather in the first week of 7th grade was impressive enough to the High Schoolers on the School Bus that they decided I got a pass from the hazing/bullying they had intended for us new riders. It was a fantastic read, too—but the part I remember most was the hint of respect in their voice as they talked about me reading it.

I’m not sure that I actually answered your question, but it took up a lot of space. 🙂


I wanted to share some exciting news with you about a powerful tool that
can revolutionize the way you create content for your business.

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See why this may be the last AI app you ever need…
asked by: Shawn Whatmore
I cut this off because no one wants to read it. But I’m sharing this much so people can see what a lousy marketer you really are. Seriously—take a moment to read the form you went to the trouble of filling out. Alex Trebek would be quick to point out that this was not in the form of a question, and anyone can tell it has nothing to do with the subject at hand. If this was the work of an AI/AI-wannabe-bot, your software clearly isn’t worth anyone throwing money at it, either.


Do you sleep with one eye open in case Fiona [Griffiths] finds out you haven’t read all of her books?
asked by: Paul Nydegger
Ha! I finally finished that series last Summer. You can’t beat me up for the inexplicably long time I took on that one, buddy boy.


When you did a Q&A with me some time ago, H.C., you asked about my routine when writing my books, so I’ll turn that around on you now. Do you work on the blog at a certain time each day, or just whenever you find time? Does the routine vary over the weekends? Is there an average number of hours that you spend on the blog each day? And do you prefer working during the day or at night (perhaps when the house is quieter)? Inquiring minds want to know the answers to these questions. Oh, and congrats on the blogiversary. Very cool word.
asked by: Bob Germaux (another writer with a website they don’t want promoted)
Back when I started this thing, I worked graveyard—and my bosses didn’t care much what we did to stay awake to do our duties as long as what we did didn’t keep us from our duties. So I got into the habit of blogging between 4-6 a.m. Thankfully, those days are behind me and I can actually sleep during those hours—the only sensible thing to do with them.

Typically, I work on the blog between 10-12 at night on weekdays, maybe a little on either side. Occasionally, I’ll get up extra-early to finish something (typically for a Blog Tour or something), or maybe during my lunch hour. It’s not so much that the house is quieter that time of day—although, it is, now that I think about it—it’s that my wife has gone to bed so I don’t have to worry about inadvertently—or intentionally—ignoring her. Saturdays, when I’m not doing something with my wife/kids, is for emails, Q&As, bigger projects, things like this post, and whatnot.


Is there a Kleenex shortage in your town, is that why you haven’t read all of Fredrik Backman’s incredible works?
asked by: Paul Nydegger
Um…yeah. That’s the ticket! A Kleenex shortage. A Kleenex shortage caused by Morgan Fairchild (whom I’ve met)…yeah, yeah, that’s the ticket!

Seriously, I have no idea why I’ve only read two of Backman’s books. I’d say that I was planning on fixing that tout de suite, but I wouldn’t believe me any more than you would. I’ve been saying it since 2015.


If a character representing you could be written into a book in any genre but you would become that character and could only live that storyline, what life would you want to live?
asked by: Noelle, http://perrydogpublishing.com/
That’s a head-scratcher. I’ve had fun playing with this idea since you sent it in. Here are my thoughts as of this moment:
I’d die in a New York minute were I a character in a Fantasy or SFF (unless it was a cozy, and even then, I don’t like my chances). Are there cozy Westerns? Same answer—also lack of plumbing is a no-go (another reason to avoid being put into a Fantasy novel). I’m just not smart enough, really, to be a protagonist in a Mystery or Urban Fantasy—maybe I could be the best friend/sidekick, or possibly comic relief.

I guess, ultimately, some sort of Lad Lit/Rom Com/Commercial Women’s Fiction kind of thing is my best bet at living past retirement age and living a decent storyline. Preferably one of those where the character gets serious about their health/fitness, because I need that. Also, those characters seem like they find okay and fulfilling ways to live on the whole.

That’s at least my second reference to my health in this post. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something.


I’m going to close with this email for 2 reasons…it’s the last thing that was submitted, and it’s the perfect closer (but I’ll take it down a font size for the sake of your eyes).

Ok, not a question, but my feelings about you and your blog. Growing up, I had a less-than-nurturing childhood. The one safe constant for me was the Library that was across the street. I use to go over there almost daily. The librarians would have me do chores and they would give me treats and let me check out extra books (I know, I know, letting me check out extra books when I lived across the street was a naïve bonus that I didn’t realize how those old biddies manipulated me until over 50 years later!!). I was a voracious reader. I started down a path of addiction when I was 12 years old. My reading slowly grounded to a halt. I read maybe one or two books a year (usually to impress a girl 🙂 ). By the time I was in my twenties, I was fully immersed in The Darkness. I would choose to live in The Darkness for nearly three decades. In February of 2006, when I was at my absolute end, God did for me what I could not do for myself. I was arrested on Felony drug charges and forced into treatment. After completing my Court-mandated treatment program, I found a new purpose for my life. I wanted to become a counselor myself for the treatment program that saved my life. Our paths crossed shortly after my graduation in 2007. You first introduced me to an incredible world of Film and TV (disclaimer: still pissed about how long you held out on me with Breaking Bad…yes, your intentions were noble and good, I probably wasn’t ready at first, but you held out for at least an extra year…just saying!). And through this you started suggesting books. And then more books. And then more books. And now, reading is the foundation of my self-care. I have been a counselor for that Court treatment program for….you guessed it, the past 10 years (October 22, 2012 anniversary date). The current climate with addiction is very frightening and I hear and deal with so much death. Two last week. The only way I can decompress, suit up and show up the next day, is by unplugging each night and plugging into a book. I know you know how much your friendship means to me. But I don’t think I’ve ever told you how your passion reignited my passion which has become my anchor. Thank you. Here’s to the next 10 years!!!
not asked, but written, by: Paul Nydegger

I don’t know how to respond…I’ve read this half a dozen or more times and still don’t.

TEN(!!!!!) YEARS of The Irresponsible Reader. (or, Happy Blogiversary to me.)

Several years ago, back when (to borrow from Douglas Adams)

spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri

I found myself reading too quickly, without any reflection, or really thinking about it. I was practically binging non-stop. I’d end up checking out the same book from the library multiple times and wouldn’t understand why it felt so familiar (that’s when I started keeping a log). I didn’t like that. Authors deserved a reader who would take a beat and think about the book, who’d really appreciate their work. Also, what was the point of reading like I was just going through them like Pringles? What was the benefit to me (other than keeping me occupied)?

So I plunged into Goodreads, resolving to post something about every book I read, as a way to force myself to ruminate at least a little on what I was consuming. I wanted to soak it all in. But I largely didn’t have any Friends or Followers there and wasn’t good about finding people to interact with, so it was easy to take breaks from it and fall into old, sloppy habits.

I’d been blogging for over a decade in a few places—some related to theology and whatnot, and I had a personal blog about everything—I thought about putting my Goodreads reviews there, but no one seemed to read/care about any blog post I had about books. So why go to the trouble?

But I’d heard about book bloggers. It’s important for me to say this—I had never read a book blog at this point. But I liked the idea. If I’m just one voice in thousands on Goodreads, who notices if I don’t say anything? But if I’m the voice on a blog (even if only 3 people see it), it’ll be noticed that I stop.

I played around with a few templates, copied over a handful of my most recent Goodreads posts, and dug in with this post. After posting pretty regularly for a month or so, I started to tell people that I’d done it. But not many—I think I was up and running for about three months before I showed my wife! I just wanted to make sure I could do it regularly.

Then I started reading book blogs and tried to up my game.

10 years and 4,455 posts, 2 template facelifts, 2 webhosts, and thousands and thousands of pages read later, here we are.

More important than the numbers—I’ve had a blast doing this. I’ve read so many great things—many, many things I’d never have even heard of without this blog. I’ve corresponded with more great authors than I can think of—and best of all, there’s you readers.

I want to thank all of you for your time, your comments, your encouragement—and occasionally, your editing (I always appreciate it, I just regret the necessity). I assure you that every view, every like, every comment, every retweet, every email is encouraging and I can’t thank you enough. Hopefully, I’m saying that often enough.

(So I don’t get accused of plagiarism, or preparing myself…I borrowed some of this from my post Book Blogger Hop: My Book Blogger Origin Story)

Saturday Miscellany—5/27/23

No real time for an introduction today (“No blather,” you all cheer) for what feels like a very miscellany list. Hope you enjoy and have a good long* weekend!

* From what I can tell this applies to almost every reader that stops by location, if not by current vocation. If this doesn’t apply to you, I hope you have a good regular-sized weekend, or at least one day off.

Odds ‘n ends about books and reading that caught my eye this week. You’ve probably seen some/most/all of them, but just in case:
bullet Independent bookselling expanded again in 2022, with new and diverse stores opening nationwide—groovy news.
bullet I’ve read almost 50 books so far and the year is not halfway over. Here’s how.
bullet The State Of Being A Published Writer In 2023 Is Really Weird, And A Little Worrisome—Chuck Wendig has a few things to say (and do keep reading through the end)
bullet The big idea: why you should embrace your inner fan—Not about reading per se, but it applies
bullet How do You Write Compelling Characters? Find the Source of Their Pain—I’ve read a few books by Copperman, and “pain” isn’t the first word I’d associate with his material. But reading this, it makes a lot of sense.
bullet Do You Know Who Illustrated This Classic Wrinkle in Time Cover?—I don’t know how I’d managed to forget this cover (I likely spent as much time looking at this cover as I did reading the book the umpteen times I did read it as a kid).
bullet Dos and Don’ts for Reading Outside—the last “Don’t” is where I always failed until I got a backyard, and, well…
bullet Place and Tome: On Two Kinds of Unforgettable Reading Experiences
bullet CrimeBookJunkie turned 8 this week!—Congrats to Noelle Holten for hitting this landmark! Hope it’s just the beginning.
bullet I missed this last week, but Beth Tabler has assembled a great list of 100 Fantastic Science Fiction and Fantasy Stories Written by Women #100 – 70, #69 – 34, and #33 – 1
bullet Hanna’s Holy Grail or White Whale—a bookseller’s hunt for a beloved childhood novel
bullet Book Confessions: I’ll Never Outgrow YA Books
bullet This worked out so well last week, I’ll just repeat it. Check out the Week 3 Wyrd and Wonder Quest Logs at Dear Geek Place and The Book Nook
bullet The Fantasy Hero Blues—Peat Long’s latest contribution to Wyrd & Wonder

This Week’s New Releases that I’m Excited About and/or You’ll Probably See Here Soon (I have the impression that I’m forgetting one or two…):
bullet The Moonshine Messiah by William Johnson—this looks too good. A woman sheriff in WV has to tangle with an anti-government militia led by her brother.

Think not of the books you've bought as a 'to be read' pile. Instead, think of your bookcase as a wine cellar. you collect books to be read at the right time, the right place, and the right mood. -Luc van Donkersgoed

The Friday 56 for 5/26/23: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: The Illustrated Edition by Douglas Adams

The Friday 56This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.

RULES:
The Friday 56 Grab a book, any book.
The Friday 56 Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
The Friday 56 Find a snippet, short and sweet.
The Friday 56 Post it.

I’m stuck in Towel Day mode, apparently…
from Page 56 (and tiny bit of 57) of:
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Away in front of them a huge white dome that bulged against the sky cracked down the middle, split, and slowly folded itself down into the ground. Everyone gasped although they had known perfectly well it was going to do that because they’d built it that way.

Beneath it lay uncovered a huge starship, one hundred and fifty metres long, shaped like a sleek running shoe, perfectly white and mindbogglingly beautiful. At the heart of it, unseen, lay a small gold box which carried within it the most brain-wrenching device ever conceived, a device which made this starship unique in the history of the galaxy, a device after which the ship had been named – the Heart of Gold.

‘Wow,’ said Zaphod Beeblebrox to the Heart of Gold. There wasn’t much else he could say.

He said it again because he knew it would annoy the press.

‘Wow.’

Towel Day ’23: Scattered Thoughts about Reading The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy


I’ve been trying for a few years now to come up with a tribute to Adams. This isn’t quite what I had in mind, but it’s a start. In my mind, this is a work in progress, but I’m posting it anyway. Next year’s version will be better—or at least more complete.


Some time in 7th or 8th grade (I believe), I was at a friend’s house and his brother let us try his copy of the text-based Hitchhiker’s Guide game, and we were no good at it at all. Really, it was embarrassing. However, his brother had a copy of the first novel, and we all figured that the novel held the keys we needed for success with the game (alas, it did not help us one whit). My friends all decided that I’d be the one to read the book and come back in a few days as an expert.

I fell in love with the book almost instantly and I quickly forgot about the game. Adams’ irreverent style rocked my world—could people actually get away with saying some of these things? His skewed take on the world, his style, his humor…and a depressed robot, too! It was truly love at first read. As I recall, I started re-reading it as soon as I finished it—the only time in my life I’ve done that sort of thing.

It was one of those experiences that, looking back, I can say shaped my reading and thinking for the rest of my life (make of that what you will). Were my life the subject of a Doctor Who or Legends of Tomorrow episode, it’d be one of those immutable fixed points. I got my hands on the next three books as quickly as I could (the idea of a four-volume trilogy was one of the funniest ideas I’d encountered up to that point), and devoured them. I do know that I didn’t understand all of the humor, several of the references shot past me at the speed of light, and I couldn’t appreciate everything that was being satirized. But what I did understand I thought was brilliant. Not only did I find it funny, the series taught me about comedy—how to construct a joke, how to twist it in ways a reader wouldn’t always expect, and when not to twist but to go for the obviously funny idea. The trilogy also helped me to learn to see the absurdity in life.

I read the books (particularly the first) so many times that I can quote significant portions of them, and frequently do so without noticing that I’m doing that. I have (at this time) two literary-inspired tattoos, one of which is the planet logo* featured on the original US covers. In essence, I’m saying that Adams and the series that made him famous have had an outsized influence on my life and are probably my biggest enduring fandom. If carrying around a (massively useful) piece of cloth for a day in some small way honors his memory? Sure, I’m in.

So, Happy Towel Day You Hoopy Froods.

* I didn’t know it at the time, but Adams didn’t like that guy. Whoops.

Towel Day ’23: Some of my favorite Adams lines . . .

(updated 5/25/23)

There’s a great temptation here for me to go crazy and use so many quotations that I’d get in copyright trouble. I’ll refrain from that and just list some of his best lines . . .*

* The fact that this list keeps expanding from year to year says something about my position on flirting with temptation.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

This must be Thursday. . . I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

“You’d better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It’s unpleasantly like being drunk.”

“What’s so unpleasant about being drunk?”

“You ask a glass of water.”

(I’m not sure why, but this has always made me chuckle, if not actually laugh out loud. It’s just never not funny. It’s possibly the line that made me a fan of Adams)

He had found a Nutri-Matic machine which had provided him with a plastic cup filled with a liquid that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.

In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centuari. And all dared to brave unknown terrors, to do mighty deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before . . .

“Look,” said Arthur, “would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?”

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.


The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

It is a curious fact, and one to which no one knows quite how much importance to attach, that something like 85 percent of all known worlds in the Galaxy, be they primitive or highly advanced, have invented a drink called jynnan tonnyx, or gee-N-N-T’Nix, or jinond-o-nicks, or any one of a thousand or more variations on the same phonetic theme. The drinks themselves are not the same, and vary between the Sivolvian “chinanto/mnigs” which is ordinary water served at slightly above room temperature, and the Gagrakackan “tzjin-anthony-ks” which kills cows at a hundred paces; and in fact the one common factor between all of them, beyond the fact that the names sound the same, is that they were all invented and named before the worlds concerned made contact with any other worlds.

Reality is frequently inaccurate.

Life is wasted on the living.


Life, The Universe and Everything

Life, the Universe, and Everything

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of flying. There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

(It goes on for quite a while after this—and I love every bit of it.)

“One of the interesting things about space,” Arthur heard Slartibartfast saying . . . “is how dull it is?”

“Dull?” . . .

“Yes,” said Slartibartfast, “staggeringly dull. Bewilderingly so. You see, there’s so much of it and so little in it.”


So Long, and Thanks For All The Fish

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

Of course, one never has the slightest notion what size or shape different species are going to turn out to be, but if you were to take the findings of the latest Mid-Galactic Census report as any kind of accurate guide to statistical averages you would probably guess that the craft would hold about six people, and you would be right. You’d probably guessed that anyway. The Census report, like most such surveys, had cost an awful lot of money and told nobody anything they didn’t already know—except that every single person in the Galaxy had 2.4 legs and owned a hyena. Since this was clearly not true the whole thing eventually had to be scrapped.

Here was something that Ford felt he could speak about with authority. “Life,” he said, “is like a grapefruit.”

“Er, how so?”

“Well, it’s sort of orangy-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It’s got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.”

“Is there anyone else out there I can talk to?”

Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her. “Why’s this fish so bloody good?” he demanded, angrily.

“Please excuse my friend,” said Fenchurch to the startled waitress. “I think he’s having a nice day at last.”


Mostly Harmless

Mostly Harmless

A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.

Fall, though, is the worst. Few things are worse than fall in New York. Some of the things that live in the lower intestines of rats would disagree, but most of the things that live in the lower intestines of rats are highly disagreeable anyways, so their opinion can and should be discounted.


Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

There is no point in using the word ‘impossible’ to describe something that has clearly happened.

If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.

Let’s think the unthinkable, let’s do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

(I’ve often been tempted to get a tattoo of this)


The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

There are some people you like immediately, some whom you think you might learn to like in the fullness of time, and some that you simply want to push away from you with a sharp stick.

It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression, ‘As pretty as an airport.’

The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbable lacks.

She stared at them with the worried frown of a drunk trying to work out why the door is dancing.

It was his subconscious which told him this—that infuriating part of a person’s brain which never responds to interrogation, merely gives little meaningful nudges and then sits humming quietly to itself, saying nothing.

As she lay beneath a pile of rubble, in pain, darkness, and choking dust, trying to find sensation in her limbs, she was at least relieved to be able to think that she hadn’t merely been imagining that this was a bad day. So thinking, she passed out.


The Last Chance to See

The Last Chance to See

“So what do we do if we get bitten by something deadly?” I asked.

He looked at me as if I were stupid. “You die, of course. That’s what deadly means.”

I’ve never understood all this fuss people make about the dawn. I’ve seen a few and they’re never as good as the photographs, which have the additional advantage of being things you can look at when you’re in the right frame of mind, which is usually around lunchtime.

I have the instinctive reaction of a Western man when confronted with sublimely incomprehensible. I grab my camera and start to photograph it.

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.

The aye-aye is a nocturnal lemur. It is a very strange-looking creature that seems to have been assembled from bits of other animals. It looks a little like a large cat with a bat’s ears, a beaver’s teeth, a tail like a large ostrich feather, a middle finger like a long dead twig and enormous eyes that seem to peer past you into a totally different world which exists just over your left shoulder.

One of the characteristics that laymen find most odd about zoologists is their insatiable enthusiasm for animal droppings. I can understand, of course, that the droppings yield a great deal of information about the habits and diets of the animals concerned, but nothing quite explains the sheer glee that the actual objects seem to inspire.

I mean, animals may not be intelligent, but they’re not as stupid as a lot of human beings.


The Salmon of Doubt

The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

I’ve come up with a set of rules that describe our reactions to technologies:
1. Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and is just a natural part of the way the world works.
2. Anything that’s invented between when you’re fifteen and thirty-five is new and exciting and revolutionary and you can probably get a career in it.
3. Anything invented after you’re thirty-five is against the natural order of things.


And a couple of lines I’ve seen in assorted places, articles, books, and whatnot

I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.

A learning experience is one of those things that says, “You know that thing you just did? Don’t do that.”

The fact is, I don’t know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn’t collapse when you beat your head against it.

Solutions nearly always come from the direction you least expect, which means there’s no point trying to look in that direction because it won’t be coming from there.

Towel Day ’23: Do You Know Where Your Towel Is?

(updated and revised this 5/25/23)

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels.

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

Towel Day, for the few who don’t know, is the annual celebration of Douglas Adams’ life and work. It was first held two weeks after his death, fans were to carry a towel with them for the day to use as a talking point to encourage those who have never read HHGTTG to do so, or to just converse with someone about Adams. Adams is one of that handful of authors that I can’t imagine I’d be the same without having encountered/read/re-read/re-re-re-re-read, and so I do my best to pay a little tribute to him each year, even if it’s just carrying around a towel.

In commemoration of this date, here’s most of what I’ve written about Adams. I’ve struggled to come up with new material to share for Towel Day over the years, mostly sticking with updating and revising existing posts. But I do have a couple of new things coming today. But let’s start with the old material. A few years back, I did a re-read of all of Adams’ (completed) fiction. For reasons beyond my ken (or recollection), I didn’t get around to blogging about the Dirk Gently books, but I did do the Hitchhiker’s Trilogy:
bullet The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
bullet The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
bullet Life, The Universe and Everything
bullet So Long, and Thanks For All The Fish
bullet Mostly Harmless
bullet I had a thing or two to say about the 40th Anniversary of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
bullet I took a look at the 42nd Anniversary Illustrated Edition of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Also, I should mention the one book Adams/Hitchhiker’s aficionado needs to read is Don’t Panic by Neil Gaiman, David K. Dickson and MJ Simpson. If you’re more in the mood for a podcast, I’d suggest The Waterstones Podcast How We Made: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy—I’ve listened to several podcast episodes about this book, and generally roll my eyes at them. But this is just fantastic. Were it available, I’d listen to a Peter Jackson-length version of the episode.

I’ve only been able to get one of my sons into Adams, he’s the taller, thinner one in the picture from a few years ago.
(although I did get he and his younger siblings to use their towels to make themselves safe from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal a few years earlier:)

You really need to check out this comic from Sheldon Comics—part of the Anatomy of Authors series: The Anatomy of Douglas Adams.

Lit in a Nutshell gives this quick explanation of The Hitchiiker’s Guide:

TowelDay.org is the best collection of resources on the day. One of my favorite posts there is this pretty cool video, shot on the ISS by astronaut Samantha Cristoforetti.

Even better—here’s an appearance by Douglas Adams himself from the old Letterman show—I’m so glad someone preserved this:

Love the anecdote (Also, I want this tie.)

WWW Wednesday, May 24, 2023

Time for WWW Wednesday!

This meme was formerly hosted by MizB at A Daily Rhythm and revived on Taking on a World of Words—and shown to me by Aurore-Anne-Chehoke at Diary-of-a-black-city-girl.

The Three Ws are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

Easy enough, right?

What are you currently reading?

I’m going for a little light reading with 100 Places to See After You Die: A Travel Guide to the Afterlife by Ken Jennings and am listening to Iron Gold by Pierce Brown, Narrated by: Tim Gerard Reynolds, John Curless, Julian Elfer, and Aedin Moloney on audiobook (I’m not crazy about adding the three new narrators, but Reynolds is probably relieved for the help).

100 Places to See After You DieBlank SpaceIron Gold

What did you recently finish reading?

I just finished two great thrillers: Joe Ide’s Fixit and The Only Truly Dead by Rob Parker, Warren Brown (Narrator) on audio.

FixitBlank SpaceThe Only Truly Dead/p>

What do you think you’ll read next?

My next book should be Man on a Murder Cycle by Mark Pepper (which is hopefully at least half as good as the premise) and my next audiobook should be a revisit of The Girl Who Could Move Sh*t with Her Mind Narrated by Lauren Patten and Graham Halstead.

Man on a Murder CycleBlank SpaceThe Girl Who Could Move Sh*t with Her Mind

What about you—gearing up for the long weekend (or regular-sized weekend outside of the US)?

MUSIC MONDAY: Journey of the Sorcerer by Eagles

Music Monday
Music Monday’s originated at The Tattooed Book Geek‘s fantastic blog and has shown up here and there since then.

Seems fitting for this week…just makes you want to grab your Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic, a towel, and get off this rock, doesn’t it?

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Saturday Miscellany—5/20/23

So, I saw Craig Johnson at a local bookstore last night, I’ll probably say more about that soon–but I’ll just leave it with, if you have the opportunity–take it. Even if you’ve never read him (or watched the show based on his novels). The man is a natural-born storyteller.

Before the Miscellany, let me ask one more time for questions to answer as part of my upcoming 10th Blogiversary commemoration. I’ve got some great ones already, but why not add yours to the stack?

Odds ‘n ends about books and reading that caught my eye this week. You’ve probably seen some/most/all of them, but just in case:
bullet Public Libraries Deserve Better Than Thistitle
bullet Intellectual Freedom and Why We Must Fight For It
bullet Patrick Rothfuss announced a new novella—this great bearded glacier has something coming out this year! Sure, it’s focused on a character I really don’t understand the fascination with…but so what? I’m beyond excited for this.
bullet The Work of the Audiobook
bullet All the Monsters in Jane Eyre—I don’t buy all of this piece…but I’m not sure how much I disagree with it, either. Regardless, a good read about a great book.
bullet Samantha Irby Refuses to Organize Her Piles of Books—Irby remains on my “should get around to trying list” but for some reason I clicked on this brief Q&A and really enjoyed it
bullet How To READ Audiobooks! (In 6 EASY Steps)—a handy video from Shelf Centered
bullet How Junie B. Jones Saved Dinnertime—how one book series really connected with one young reader
bullet James Cook Artwork—barely connected to the subject here…but this artwork created on typewriters is a must-see
bullet Molly Templeton has put together a list of A Few Reading Suggestions for When You Really Ought To Stop Playing Tears of the Kingdom—I thought about passing this along to one of my sons, but I think it might make him stop talking to me if I suggested something as preposterous as stopping playing it.
bullet Into Reading – The Hunger Games—1. Good post on The Hunger Games. 2. A fantastic idea for a series of posts over on Fi’s Bibliofiles…
bullet SFF Book Recs for Autism Acceptance Month—Justin Gross knows his SFF and shows it in this post
bullet 5 Reasons To Read Middle Grade Books As An Adult—I wish I’d read this post earlier in the week than I did–I tried saying some of the same things in my first abandonded post for The Manifestor Prophecy, I could’ve just referenced this and maybe saved the post.
bullet Arthurian Retellings Reading List—I’m tempted to turn this into my 2024 TBR
bullet How to Read More
bullet I feel like I should be linking to as many Wyrd and Wonder posts as I can…but why duplicate the efforts of Dear Geek Place and The Book Nook when I can just link to their Quest Logs instead?
bullet Why do moms get sidelined in SFF?—A great question that more people need to answer

This Week’s New Releases that I’m Excited About and/or You’ll Probably See Here Soon:
bullet The Only Truly Dead by Rob Parker, Narrated by: Warren Brown—the Audible Original Thirty Miles trilogy wraps up. I had to stop about an hour from the ending yesterday–which drove me nuts, but I knew if I kept going I wouldn’t be able to stop until it was done and the friend I was meeting for dinner probably would’ve been annoyed by that. If you’ve been sleeping on this series, you have no reason to any more.
bullet Harold by Steven Wright—a stream-of-consciousness novel from the POV of a 3rd grader in the 1960s over one day of school. Looks fantastic.
bullet Killing Me by Michelle Gagnon—the tagline sells it, “She escaped a serial killer. Then things got weird.” A funny (?) novel about a woman who is rescued from a serial killer, ends up in legal trouble, and runs to Vegas while being pursued by a killer. Or something along those lines…
bullet The Dog Sitter Detective by Antony Johnston—the first in a series of cozy mysteries about a retired actress turned dog-sitter/amateur detective (with a promise that nothing bad will happen to the dogs)

Some Days Getting Lost in a Book is the Best Option

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