Annie breaking in here, with some holiday goodness, stealing into the blogosphere while all those American bloggers are stuffing themselves with turkey, ham, or — as I did once, thanks to a gracious and creative mom who was indulging my long-ago vegan phase — lentil-based faux turkey, carefully molded into realistic shapes. Delicious, pseudo-meaty goodness to be sure, but it’s no match for tofurkey.
Remember, Captain Maud will be back in the helm on Monday, after her hiatus on the holodecks. What occurs there I am forbidden to speak of, but be assured she will be rested and relaxed, if you know what I mean.
Meanwhile, some news and highlights:
Mississippi author Larry Brown, author of Big Bad Love, The Rabbit Factory and Joe, among other books, has died of a heart attack at age 53. Here’s Maud on Brown from last September.
An interview with Edwidge Danticat in the Guardian, done after the death of her uncle while in custody of US Homeland Security. More about that here.
As you may have guessed, I’m taking this news pretty hard. Why, I’d rather walk through a fire in a gasoline suit on a rented mule and face down a sweaty-fingernailed frog with handguns in his pockets than watch the 2006 elections without Dan. But worse than that, many conservative pundits see this as another (another!) cultural victory for the right. Here is the Economist’s take.
More on the murder of Dutch filmmaker and, to put it mildly, provocateur, Theo van Gogh, from Salon. A kind reader also sends this link for a balanced perspective. I’m shocked that there hasn’t been more about the murder and the violent aftermath in the North American press. Van Gogh’s murder brings up important questions about free speech and tolerance.
How I miss American Thanksgiving. Here in Canada, people are acting like it’s just another day! No turkey, no mailbox filled with shopping fliers, no nerve-wrenching, ulcer-inducing dinners with extended family, and most importantly, no Kentucky bourbon to block it all out with. Sure, there’s some day set aside in October (October!?) for Thanksgiving, but Canadians just seem to close the banks up, nibble on pumpkin scones, and go strolling on the quay. It’s just not the same. It lacks the weight of memory, guilt and impending rampant consumerism. But thanks to American cultural imperialism, we do get the same lousy movies opening up!
You can always drop me a line at annie at maudnewton dot com with rants, pithy cultural commentary, or to taunt me with homey recipes involving that crucial Thanksgiving day ingredient, bourbon.