Sunday, February 19, 2023

Ice and Stone

 Grunge was just coming in when I discovered Sharon McCone in 1990, so it's a bit odd to think of Ted being into grunge when Sharon met him. Marcia Mueller's detective was 28 at her 1977 creation, 20 years older than I was. Now, her age is unstated but I estimate she's just shy of 60. Mueller's retcon skills exceed those of Sara Paretsky, though. She mentions old friends and alludes to early experiences, but since her world has changed regularly, both personally and professionally, the fuzzy timeline causes fewer problems than with Chicago's solo PI.

Sharon has also become more apolitically active, in part due to her discovery of her Native American heritage. Ice and Stone has Sharon investigating the murders of two Native women, tow of thousands who have disappeared or been murdered in the last several years. Here, the main suspects are the local landowners, a man and his two sons, or perhaps the two goons they employ. ice and Stone is tightly plotted and q quick read (only 256 pages, with several pages just giving the date), with an unexpected motive for the murders.  There's also slight pharmaceutical plot error (-zone is the nomenclature for antipsychotics, but she needed to explain how rare earth elements would factor in), but it's obscure enough and not quite vital to the plot (i.e. not five minutes of searching like the patent/trade secret confusion made me give up Jill Churchill) that I'll let it go

Water Like a Stone

Gemma James and Duncan Kincaid are police detectives so they shouldn't have to stumble across dead bodies. Deborah Crombie's mysteries border the cozy sub-genre so perhaps we shouldn't be surprised when their Christmas, the first spent with Duncan's family in Cheshire, includes a murder investigation. As the couple arrive with enthusiastic 5-year-old Toby, moody teenage Kit, and two dogs, Duncan's sister Juliet calls - she's found an infant's body behind the plaster of the barn she's rehabbing. Duncan and Gemma are off duty, but the DI on the case is an old friend (of sorts) so he allows them to observe. When Kit finds the body of a longboat dwelling former social worker, a woman who'd let him and his father visit the boat, there's no way the London police can stay out of the case.

As for Juliet, finding the body isn't her only worry. She'd recently opened her building business after quitting her job as office manager to her husband's investment firm, akin to the tension created by his mistaken belief that she'd been having an affair with his business partner, Piers Dalton. Their teenage daughter Lally has secrets of her own, involving Piers's son Leo and a classmate who'd drowned a few months earlier. Kit finds himself between his magnetic new cousin and his basic nature as a good kid scarred by his mother's death. His attempt to protect her puts himself in danger and unmasks the murderer.

Crombie's books are the anti-Law & Order; the detectives personal lives play a central role. Christmas was the perfect time for Gemma, Toby, and Kit to meet Duncan's casually affectionate and welcoming parents. Cheerful, energetic Toby happily accepts them as grandparent, and Gemma almost immediately feels at home with her almost-in-laws, so different from her working class parents. Kit has a slightly harder time, as one would expect considering the fraught relationship with his maternal grandparents who are fighting Duncan, who has not legally been declared Kit's father, for custody. Despite the recurring nightmare of finding his mother's body and the turmoil caused by Lally, Kit warms to his new family. Even if the mystery wasn't a good one, Water Like a Stone would be worth reading as a straight novel. 

Sunday, February 5, 2023

Spare

I'm not usually a memoir reader, but I was also raised by someone who hate-watches anything to do with the British royal family. So I read Spare in part because my mom wants to talk about it, but partially because of my own suspicions about the royal family and the British media. On that narrow criteria, Spare met my expectations.

Spare exceeded my expectations by being a thoughtful look back by a man who's been dealing with trauma since adolescence but, perhaps because of his privileged position, wasn't given the tools to deal with it. A few years ago during one of the regular debates about The Catcher in the Rye which pop up on social media, I wondered if the book is taught less often because modern teens can't imagine a world in which a boy who punches out the windows of the family car the night his younger brother died doesn't get counseling. No one seemed to think that two young teens whose mother died publicly needed anything more than a return to their routine - no extra tenderness, no grief counseling. I'm not exactly faulting Charles for being unemotional because of the environment he was raised in, but you'd think that by 1997 someone would point out that the boys needed to at least have some sort of professional grief counseling. But no, the Stiff Upper Lip ruled the day. The first section of the book, covering his adolescence, is full of "I think this happened" and disconnected events, showing a teenager adrift. He's unable to grieve for his mother (and has locked up memories in defense) and sent to Eton despite it not being a good fit in order for the public to think he's close to his brother, which he never has been. This is where the image of him as "thick" and a screw-up starts. He's honest about drinking and smoking marijuana with his friends, but I get the impression that most of their set did that (so, likely including his brother). But he was the one who the media called "naughty."

The second section covers his transition to adulthood. He entered the army in part because there weren't many other options (the tragedy of being close in the line of succession - I get the feeling Charles would have been much better suited to teaching A-level English and running the drama club). Learning to fly helicopters gives him a purpose, and he enjoys being just another officer...until the media sells him out and he's sent home. He also mentions that he killed people because it was his job and that he's conflicted about that. 

His military career is interspersed with and followed by visits to Africa, where he became interested in conservation and met nature filmmakers who became surrogate parents, and tales of his ordinary life. His girlfriends understandably can't deal with the constant media attention and even though he's grown up with it, he can't either. Everything he does is photographed and the paparazzi go out of their way to bait him. Beyond that, once his military career was over he had little to do - even as a full time working royal, his engagements were restricted to those that didn't conflict with others. Imagine a company based entirely on appearances where all members fight with sharp elbows for the best positions and make sure the competition is iced out of anything that might raise their ratings. That's the royal family. Not the best place for a young man dealing with the fallout of active military service on top of long-untreated trauma. It's no surprise he started having panic attacks and withdrew into reruns of FriendsĖ†.

Then, while scrolling through a friend's social media feed, he saw her pictures with her friend Meghan and instantly fell for her. He asked their mutual friend to connect them, started chatting, and fell madly in love as he got to know her. The media (and his older brother) portray this as a "whirlwind romance" but they dated for about a year and a half, which seems normal to me. Meghan also encouraged him to give therapy another try after a prior brief and unsuccessful attempt, and at first the family seemed to like her. The media, however likes to add racism to their hazing of new royals and in retrospect, it was a warning sign that the monarchy didn't defend her. After they got married, the couple's media coverage got worse, and Harry points out that the royal rota not only have connections to courtiers (and possibly family members) who give them juicy stories (true or not) to cover for other royals' indiscretions - or just to knock more popular firm members down a few notches. Here's where William and Kate come across particularly poorly. He comes across as a self-centered bully, and she's cold and snooty. I can understand that Meghan's touchy-feely California attitude might not be a good fit, but I also didn't want to believe the trope of Woman Always Compete With Each Other. The story of the bridesmaids' dresses and Kate's apparent snubbing of the couple makes it look like there was at least a one-sided competition along with a 35-year sibling rivalry coming to a head. We know what happened next - Harry and Meghan escaped, first to Canada and then to California as their negotiated plans were rejected and/or leaked and their security (needed in part because of the hatred stoked by the media), and the book ends with the birth of their daughter. 

So, how true is the book? Memoirs are by definition one sided, but with the Levenson Inquiry we know that the British tabloid press, which is more mainstream than the US tabloids are, uses underhanded methods to write stories which either skirt or outright ignore the truth. And prior books have said that the courtiers run the firm, not the royal family themselves. Memories may vary about details, but the bulk of the story feels true. After 35 years, he's giving his side in response to twisted media reporting and his intention appears to be to get the media to tone it down and maybe give his niece and nephew - the next generation's spares - a bit more breathing room when the photographers stop being satisfied with the frequent but highly controlled photo calls.