||[Mar. 1st, 2013|07:45 am]
I'm taking today off and have slept in. I watched the last unwatched version of Caedfael last night and feel basically "done" with Netflix. I'm sure there are perfectly wonderful unwatched series out there, but i think i'm "off" video series, with the exception of the series Christine and i are watching together. (And that's a reasonable list, and there are more that we will likely watch jointly.)
I think audio fiction has spoilt me for video, and i am now engaged in three series: the Bloody Jack series, the Mary Russell stories, and Maisie Dobbs. Mary Russell are purchased through Audible i save for flights to and from Ohio. Bloody Jack has been delighting me during my commute, but i have now run out of the versions offered at Overdrive (the library system digital book collections). Strangely, book 8 is unavailable in audio form at any of the three libraries (not even to put on hold), and so i have bought it from Audible. I stumbled onto the Maisie Dobbs series this month through Overdrive: much later books in the series are available from the library, but not the next few. Audible reviewers warn me that the later books have narrators who are not as talented as the narrator of the first book, but i've bought the second as well.
All three of these series are historical, with adventures of one type or the other, and with wonderful female heros. Jackie, of the first series, is a flawed, traumatized, and impulsive yet charismatic leader (who frequently stoops to fluttering her eyelashes and manipulating men). Her leadership of men, however fantastic, attracts me and probably inspires me for my day to day role.
I've read complaints that the Mary Russell character must be rescued far too often by her mentor-spouse, the much older Sherlock Holmes. I think of it far more as a foil to the implausibility of Holmes. The last book i listened to underscored the physical reality of the pursuit of a mystery (tramping about brings mud and bedragglement, a cold, the need for sleep) for Mary Russell, while Sherlock Holmes continues with his relentless iron constitution and impeccable appearance.
The Maisie Dobbs story is contemporaneous to Mary Russell, but where Russell is independently wealthy, Maisie has been "in service" and is discovered by her mistress. The Maisie Dobbs stories seem far more conscious of the effect of the great war on society than the Mary Russell stories (although Russell taking a much older husband is made more plausible given the war). The practices of psychology and intent listening that Maisie uses in her work appeal to me, there's something Quakerly and compassionate about the whole frame of the work. I do wonder how accurate the practices are with the time.
I wanted to entertain myself with PD James' Death Comes to Pemberly today, but regrettably, it is only available for Windows systems. Fie. So, i've just run through the available, popular, fiction books at one of the libraries and have pulled down three not-mysteries to crochet to this weekend.