May 19th, 2014

The Librarian

Speaking of Cherryh ...

Finished her "Chanur's Legacy" last night. Loved it! Hilfy Chanur is definitely her Aunt Py's niece. Oh, such deviousness! And such evil! Almost a shame these novels will never be movies 'cause the facial expression when she informs a certain individual that he got married half an hour ago ... without actually being present ... would be absolutely priceless. As would any scene involving a mahe flirting with a hani (honestly, if there's ever a sixth volume to this series I want a hani to say "yes" to a proposition, just to see how fast the mahe runs)

"Insolence will not improve your case with the han! You are personally and as a crew charged with piracy, kidnapping, rape, and murder; you are as a head of clan charged with treason, sedition, violation of Treaty law; ..."
"Speeding. You forgot speeding and irregular docking procedure, Ehrran."
The Librarian

Yet another one off the to-read pile

Finished Peter O'Donnell's The night of Morningstar, the eleventh book in his Modesty Blaise series (I know the blurb says "tenth" but it's wrong ... figured out that the publisher has only included the novels in the numbering and omitted the short story anthologies). I've read all the Modesty Blaise books at one time or another but not in order and have been working on filling in the gaps in my collection so that I can someday do a chronological read. Morningstar includes some of the darkest and heartwrenching bits of the saga but also some of the funniest moments ... one tends to forget that Modesty can have quite the mouth on her if provoked (and that Tarrant has an evil streak a mile wide under that prim and proper English gent exterior) ...

"I'm afraid Foley is that sort of person," Tarrant said again, regretfully.
She opened the oven door to check the roast. "He's the sort of person who brings out the worst in me," she said angrily, "so just go back and tell him he can take his wretched bits of paper, unsigned, and stuff them up his ministerial arse."
Tarrant looked shocked. "You surely don't mean that, Modesty?"
"No, I'll amend it," She began to baste the potatoes. "Tell him to roll them up tightly, set fire to them, and then stuff them up."
Tarrant gave a long sigh, beamed with pleasure, and took a notebook from his pocket. "I must write that down to make sure I have it quite correct," he said happily. "I was hoping I might goad you to a little rare vulgarity."
She closed the oven door and stared. "What are you up to?"
He was writing carefully. "This is so much better than any protest of mine could have been. Now let me see ... roll them up tightly, wasn't it? The point is, I have to meet with Foley and the P.M. tomorrow to make a final report on this matter. Now, when you give an account of a conversation to Foley he won't accept a paraphrase, but has a habit of interrupting with the words, 'Yes, but what exactly did he say?'" Tarrant paused and looked up, "Was it stick it up or stuff it up, Modesty?"