The Coroner's Lunch by Colin Cotterill. Set in Laos just after the communist victory in l976 and the establishment of People's Democratic Republic. 72-year-old Dr. Siri Paiboun is one of the last doctors left in the country and is completely unqualified for the position of national coroner, but is "drafted" for the position. This is a mystery, as Dr. Paiboun tries to solve not only the physical cause of death for those bodies brought to him, but also to discover how they were killed...especially when there are contradictions or puzzles to be solved. I knew very little about the cultures of Laos, or about the changes brought about in the country and how the communists functioned when instead of being a rebel faction they are actually running the government, and enjoyed learning about these. There's also the interesting addition to the story that Dr. Paiboun is contacted by the spirits of the dead!
This sounds like a really interesting book. I LOVE Crime, Mystery, Thrillers and Medical Crime books and this seems like it would be right up my street. The fact that it's set somewhere completely different to the usual "Procedurals" which are mostly set in the US, UK and a lot more now than ever, Scandinavia, it'll be interesting to see how things are done in Laos compared to these other countries. I think I will add this to my reading list...just have to get through the 20 books I have sitting on it right now, first!! lol
Maruzza Musumeci by Andrea Camilleri.
Maruzza Musumeci is a novel by Andrea Camilleri, one of his novels which don’t belong to Montalbano series.
It is a sort of supernatural, visionary, mythological tale, told in a very archaic language. Once again, it's in Camilleri's Sicilian.
It is the story of a Sicilian emigrant who goes back to his home place from New York at the end of 19th century. Gnazio Manisco, this is his name, buys some land to cultivate, some farm animals and begins to build up a house which is a work in progress, with rooms that, from time to time, get added, or overlapped to, the original ones. His house his close to the sea, but it has no view on it, all its windows are on the opposite side. Moreover, a huge, ancient olive trees hides the sea itself. Gnazio is deeply scared by the sea, so scared that he doesn’t even want to see it. Gnazio is in his late 40s, and he decides to take a wife. He asks to Gna Pina, a local traditional healer, to introduce him to some women, cause he has no much social life. And Gna Pina introduces him to a stunning beautiful woman, much younger than him, who has a peculiar grand grand mother, Minica, a old but still attractive woman. Maruzza and Gnazio get married. Maruzza and Minica are not women, they belong to the watery realm, the realm of mermaids. They talk to each other using the verses of Homer’s Odissey. Mermaids choose humans to mate and to get offspring. But they select men who dislike the sea, have no interest in it, fear it, the opposite of Ulysses. And don’t get mad when they hear mermaids singing. Gnazio is perfect. Gnazio accepts this weird wife and they get their own daily routine. The love between the two is strong enough for Ignazio to put up with his wife peculiarities.
Actually, I don't know if there is an English translation of this novel, which is a very poetic work and is definitely worthy reading.
Wow, Fulvia, the plot sounds exciting! I will be really disappointed if this book wasn’t translated! I studied Italian a bit and could try if it will be just Italian, but Sicilian for me is something beautiful but incomprehensible. By the way, I like your Sicilian singer Carmen Consoli
Valentina, Sicilian, other than to Sicilians themselves, is comprehensible to Italians from the South only. Camilleri's language is intertwined to Italian and this makes it accessible to people from the North, plus, it's an evocative and musical language and intuition plays a determinant role here. Further more, people have become familiar with Sicilian thanks to the TV series dedicated to Montalbano. I'd love to translate Maruzza Musumeci myseld LOL!
Fulvia, I've been trying to find the Montalbano TV series with English subtitles. I've been reading for the last year that this is "forthcoming", but so far it doesn't seem to exist. There's also a problem with getting a DVD in the right regional format for USA.
I have much enjoyed the books of Arturo Perez-Reverte, "The Fencing Master" is a classic, and I love the Captain Altriste novels. Those have been made into a Spanish TV series and I've seen a preview...I know the novels well enough, and my Spanish, although always ungrammatical, is sufficient to understand most of what is being said...but it is not available in the right regional format for the USA. I'm hoping eventually it, and the Montalbano series, will be available here...in any language!!
I hate dubbing...even if I don't speak the language, I want to hear it as spoken, with subtitles to help me follow, even though I realize I'm still missing a lot that way. Sometimes when I do understand, to some degree, the language I can realize how absurd the translations sometimes are! One of my favorite examples is a Spanish-language film in which someone is described as "mas pobre del ratta" ("more poor than the rat") and the subtitle read "poor as a church mouse"...very different mood indeed. I suppose the intent was to put it into an idiom with which an American English speaker might be more familiar, but being poor as a church mouse is very tame compared to being more poor than the rat. I'm sure this kind of thing goes on all the time.
Fulvia, thanks so much for the link, which I will check out. Wonder why moving to video caused Montalbano's hair to fall out? (ha)
"The Lover" by Abraham Yehoshua
This was my first encounter with this Israeli author, an ardent activist in the Israeli peace movement. To make it short, I'll say that things take place in Haifa, at the time of the Yom Kippur war. A garage owner sets out to find the missing lover of his own cold and hysterical schoolteacher wife. This lover disappeared as soon as the war began, and there's no record of him at the army. In the background, the Arab-Jewish distrust, represented by the 15 Arab garage helper, looking after the lover's 90 grandmother, both framed in issues of proximity, alikeness and hatred. It's a novel to smell, first of all, as full as it is of Oriental scents, a novel to touch, because it touches your skin and your mind with every single written word it has, ligth and heavy at the same time. Unusual and unexpected, never banal, deep and strong.
“Buxton Spice” by Oonya Kempadoo.
Guyanese Tamarind Grove – is a strange place from the first sight. There live so much people with different background - African, Asian, Native American and "Putagee" – Portuguese descendants. Some of them prefer to save their origins and religion pure, other - by mixing their bloods and norms contributed in the Guyanese Creoles community appearance, where Lula’s family belongs. Nevertheless the local policy is quite racist – teenaged girl Lula feels it on herself even at the school running by biased administrator, and the atmosphere around is quite violent. The private life in the small town, as it always happens, is almost absent. Lula, her sister and their girlfriends are observing intersexual context of relationships with the puberty’s excitement and getting first sexual experiences. There exists one more character in the story – the Buxton spice – a mango tree, which is quite indifferently watching all that happening around, neither approving, nor condemning…
To be honest, except the description of the local way of life’s specificity, I didn’t find anything as exciting as reviewers’ suggested. Probably my girlhood, spent in absolutely different context, was just less sexually coloured, even though the time is more or less comparable, so some of the girls’ experiments were quite surprising and unexpected for me :p Moreover, the book was written as a story narrated by young Lula, so the language was not educated, respectively. Of cause, there is also the trait of the poor village life context in the common way of speaking, but I was tired of such kind of reading at the end first of all. Secondly, once I was already excited with a comparable approach, used by Alice Walker in her novel `The Colour Purple` devoted to the place of American women of colour in the USA, when the language of the narrative was growing up with the main character. So, the same tool doesn’t work already so impressive, as well as a bit vague message of Kempadoo’s work.
"On The Road," by Jack Kerouak, is a "classic" novel of the 1940's travels and experiences of this "Beat" author, who gave the "Beat Generation" its name. The "Bea,t" as used by him has a relation to "The Beautitudes."
I must admit that I went to the book with highish expectations, and found it boring before I finally gave up in something like chapter 6, or 8. The book seemed to come down to I/we did this, felt that, and then did this and felt that, and on, and on.
Truman Capote had written a review, soon after the initial publishing, and said that "This is not writing, it is typing." I tend to agree.
Speaking with more than one person, about my experience of the book, i was surprised to find others have also been bored with it.
Once again, I did not finish the book, and may be guilty of a reviewer's sin, here, but having been able to read through many a dense book, I submit this as my perspective, for better or worse.
I must add a hearty "amen" of agreement with Mitchell's review of "On The Road". I read it as a late adolescent and found it boring and pretentious. I tried it again lately, because a young person in my family had just read it and was enamoured, but I had the same response now...maybe even moreso!
“The Quest of the warrior sheep” by Christine & Christopher Russell
I couldn’t leave this book at the library shelf when I saw its jacket:
I have special tenderness for sheep and a friend of mine even calls me “Sheep-traveller”, in part because of our common love to Haruki Murakami’s books and my easy self-perception as a Sheep (wo)Man. Finally, quite often I feel myself the second after Don Quixote mills’ fighter %) So, sheep-warrior is also obviously mine topic!
Of course, this book is childish, but its authors have great sense of humour what makes a reader-journey pleasurable and light. As you can expect, main protagonists of the story are sheep whose life on Eppingham farm was calm and regular until the evidence of the ancient sheep prophecy realization. The Songs of the Fleece tells that the future of sheepdom depends on the results of Aries the Good and Lambad the Bad opposition. Only these two sheep can owe the Baaton, magical symbol of the Ram of Rams’ power. And it happened to appear in their paddock, literally falling down from the sky. Wills, the youngest orphaned Welsch Balwen lamb, who spent first days of his life at the farm’s kitchen was almost sure that the strange object is just mobile phone with the image of a ram’s head on the screen but what he knows about old sheep wisdom? Sal, the Southdown sheep and ecstatic medium of the prophecy, explains that it is of crucial importance to help the Great Aries who is in danger without Baaton. According the Songs it could be done only by Rare Breeds to whom this sheep’s five obviously belongs: beside Wills and Sal there are also Oxo – an enormous Oxford ram, whose next interest in life after the meal is fences’ butting; Links – the Lincoln Longwoll, an easy-going dude with floppy curls who composes rap; and Jaycey – pretty little Jacob, very interested in her appearance and everybody’s impression of her beauty and style. So, the rare breeds are going to the north, to find Lord Aries and give him back the Baaton. Of course, it is not so easy – besides the challenge of distance, they should fight two tricksters, who are there for the mobile phone with clues of their fraud they occasionally lost. And of course their owners – very picturesque old farmer and her grandson, are searching for them too…
The story is especially funny because of allusions with human being world in sheep behaviour and respective exclamations as well as general way of thinking, such as “Ohmygrass!”, “Thank Aries”, “… resourcefulness and cunning for which we sheep are rightly famous!”, etc. The very good motto of the book is about “never give up” attitude. Are we sheep or are we sheep?!? (c)
Albert Camus, was/is a well known Existentialist philosopher, and author, and his "The Plague," is an intensely captivating trip through the human psyche.
The novel utilizes a plague event as the backdrop for examining various perspectives and perceptions, about life and death, and meanings.
Hope and love come to be seen as elemental, I believe, and at the end the narrator says "They know now that if there is one thing one can always yearn for and sometime attain, it is human love."
Optimistically, again, this fellow who lived through WWII, and was a pat of the French resistance, was able to state "...that there are more things to admire in men, than to despise."
This was a good read!
Mitchell, I appreciated Camus The Stranger, probably his best-known work, but personally enjoyed The Plague most.
Valentina, if you love sheep, you might enjoy "Three Bags Full: A Sheep Detective Story" (orginal title: Glennkill) by Leonie Swann.
It's about a flock of sheep whose shepherd George is murdered - they find him with a spade in his body. So the sheep try to solve the mystery, led by Miss Maple, the smartest sheep in the village (and possible the world). There's lots of suspects in the village, like the scary butcher (of course it must be him! ), or the newcomer Rebecca, or the shepherd of another, very strange flock of sheep.
This book is so funny to read, as you get an insight of how sheep think and how they see humans and their problems. And there is a second book as well
I'm reading the third book in a series by Zoe Ferraris, Kingdom of Strangers. The first two books are Night of the Mi'raj (published in the US under the title Finding Nouf) and City of Veils.
The setting is present-day Saudi Arabia and the central character is Katya Hijazi. An unusual Saudi woman in that she works in a largely male environment, in the forensics laboratory of a police department. There is a mystery...a missing person, a murder or murders...as the main plot of each book, but what I enjoy so much about reading these...aside from the fact that they are well-written and well-plotted...is the insights into Saudi culture and the tightrope Katya must walk in her attempts to be a modern woman with a career and ambitions while adhering to the endless strictures put upon all women in her culture. For example, imagine trying to become more involved in solving cases while being unable to drive yourself or go anywhere unaccompanied by a male relative! Katya pushes against these boundaries, but is still vastly restricted simply by the brutal reality that if she goes too far she can be killed for her "unchaste" behavior.
Katya is engaged to be married to a man who promises they will work out their differences and she will not be hamstrung by him, but she questions...as we also do...whether it will be possible for him to keep his promise, although he is completely sincere in giving it. One of the most interesting things about the books is our access to his thinking and feeling. He is a sincerely devout Muslim, thoroughly a product of Saudi male culture, and a kind, thoughtful and good-hearted human being. He genuinely believes that the restrictions placed on women are for the benefit and protection of women, and Katya constantly challenges his beliefs simply by being the person she is.
Zoe Ferraris was married to a Saudi Arabian man and lived in the country, so her insights into the treatment of women come from first-hand experience. She makes her characters, and the daily issues they face living in Saudi culture, real and compelling.
The paperback editions in the US carry a blurb quote from The Sunday Times, "Competition to Stieg Larsson from an unexpected quarter"...but the books are not at all like The Girl With the Dragon Tatoo.
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Laura, thank you for the suggestion! I am really in love with sheep
Mitchell, I remember my own reader experience with “The plague” by Camus very well! That time I was used to the literature with lots of action, while “The plague” is very reflective, contemplative. I was surprised and enchanted. Camus opened to me the beauty of existentialism
"Cheating Death, The Doctors and medical miracles that Are Saving lives Against All Odds," by Sanjay Gupta, MD., is quite an engrossing book.
Dr. Gupta takes the reader on a journey of recent medical history, and some of the philosophy around the issue of defining death. He praises the efforts of several notable mavericks in the medical field, whose consistent dedication to trying methods that were not standard operating procedure (pun just came over me) led to breakthroughs.
My favorite quote from the book is: "Death doesn't happen in a moment but rather unfolds over time. At any point it might just be stopped."
Dr. Gupta enters discussion about near-death experiences, spirituality, and. has a chapter entitled "What is a Miracle?"
This chapter title reminds me of a particular definition of "Magic," which reads: "Magic is technology one simply does not understand."
Valentina, existentialism is capable of a strange sort (to me) of beauty, but it may be the "strange" that holds the beauty. It involves issues people often try to avoid.
There is a psychiatrist I read, a few years ago, whose name escapes me, now, but he is an Existentialist. He wrote "Mama, and the Meaning of Life," as well as "Staring at the Sun," the title of which refers back to an ancient Roman saying, as I recall he said, that goes," "There are two things at which one can not stare, one's death, and the sun."
Miranda, I am going to put "The Stranger," on my reading list.
"Inside The Third Reich," by Albert Speer, is an autobiography by Hitler's professional, personal, architect, who also became a government minister, responsible for armaments across the board.
Speer writes from his perspective, or, as John Kenneth Galbraith, who interviewed him, while attached to Eisenhower's staff, wrote, in his review of the book, 1/10/71, from what Speer would like us to believe was his perspective. JKG suggests that Speer engaged in some self-serving polishing of his roles and views.
Nonetheless, one is treated to some fairly intimate descriptions of Hitler, and his "court," the sycophants, the circus that surrounded him, or that he could tolerate around him. One sees from inside, how the propaganda created the then current legend.
One sees Hitler's narcissism, and delusions from a new point of view; how these played a role in his taking power, and in his creating a system that both fed these, and lead to his collapse.
Speer let himself be enticed into becoming a Minister of The Third Reich, eventually having control over armaments, munitions, and, quoting JKG "No one in Britain, or the United States has made the task of wartime economic mobilization come alive as has he."
At one point JKG says of Speer, "Here, none could doubt, was a person," sounding positively impressed, but later explains that Speer rather overrated his accomplishments.
Towards the end, we see Speer looking back at how he saw himself drawn in by Hitler's bizarre charisma, and moralizing about "insistent ignorance:"
"For, being in a position to know, and nevertheless shunning knowledge creates direct responsibility for the consequences-from the very beginning."
For anyone who has done any reading about Hitler, and WWII, this is rather fascinating.
`The Magnet Book of Sinister Stories` edited by Jean Russell. It is already second book in my baggage I chose because of its jacket:
Yep, I couldn’t resist! It is quite strange, because I am not great fan of paranormal or some horror stories. Probably I enjoyed it so much because it addresses to the children auditorium and not so sinister in the end. It contains short stories of different authors and there is no anything in common besides their slightly ominous atmosphere. For example, the story which inspired the illustrator narrates about a spinster which was helping all girls in the village to fix their broken dolls. A group of the girls after realized that their dolls lost some of their peculiarity during repair, such as special tone of skin, eyes of hair. The story is ending with appearance of spinster’s adopted daughter which should a child of her faraway cousin passed away unexpectedly. All adults are happy for her; she was always so kind with their children and should be blessed by this misfortune. And only three small girls decide to stay away from the child: they are stunned by coincidental similarity of spinster’s adopted daughter and their dolls’ lost physical peculiarity…
Some stories are really good, other - not so exiting, while generally reading was quite enjoyable. I become more and more hooked by children fiction
Alright, call me weird, if you must, but just minutes ago I finished "Blink, The Power of Thinking Without Thinking," and did so in a state of excitement, something one would not expect from a non-fiction study. Hey, I missed most of "Jeopardy," and did not go to it when I realized it!
This one is a study of our capacity to "thin slice." "Thin slice" refers to the almost instantaneous taking in of information, and making judgments/decisions in that blink of an eye. The author, Malcolm Gladwell, he of "The Tipping Point," describes the finesse with which our minds can do this, and the wonders, and problems, this can create; how we can recognize truths as if we had e.s.p., and how our unconscious biases can infect our judgments, and throw us way off the mark, with not a clue.
`World of Strangers` by Nadine Gordimer
Toby – is a young Englishman just arrived in Johannesburg to run family’s publishing business. He has a bit contradictive background – family capital which allowed his parents to live decently even being in non-stop fight against any kind of discrimination in a whole world. Being quite tired from his mother’s efforts to push him the same way, he starts his new life in Africa from the most unpredictable for his family acquaintances among local beaumonde, not to protest or something like this, just to have a curious look on such kind of life. He understands perfectly that the only thing grants him the access there – it’s his English origins and his mother ancient acquaintance with a wife of the richest men there. He makes fun of this contradiction that in Africa Englishness unites the people under the same roof who never could be in the same company being in England. He starts to sympathise a girl who formulates that point underlying that she is just a daughter of a butcher. Of course, not that kind of butcher with his arms in blood, but wholesale butcher. Well, she is beautiful and posh also. At the same time Toby starts to explore the other world – a place where live “less decent” people, such as people of colour or that one who deals with them. As the story narrates about first half of the 20 century, the segregation is still high and almost unquestionable. Occasionally he meets another white girl - Anna, who is a quite opposite to spoiled and lazy Ceciel. Anna advocates for all supressed people whom she can help, sometimes for her own expenses. Her origins are also from pretty privileged part of the local society, but her family preferred to forget her when they knew what she is doing as a job. Thanks to Anna Toby meets some black people, who become his dark side of life. No, he isn’t ashamed about such acquaintances, but their way of life sometimes supposes to visit illegal places, doing illegal things and other similar staff. One of them, Steven, became especially important person for Toby, who feels that they are like twins. Even though Steven’s life is quite miserable he lives it as Toby was never capable to live his life for himself. If first part of his time in Africa Toby’s life was divided among 2 worlds and 2 women, after occasional death of Steven it divides on after and before. Toby is leaving for England and thinks that now he will be back soon for sure (before he was certain that this period of life is just one episode among many others). His black friends think they never meet again as always happens with friendship among blacks and whites. We never know, will Toby back or not. What we can know for sure, that he finally found out something about himself and his position, which he ever denied to choose before…
In "Neanderthal Man, In Search of Lost Genomes," Svante Paabo, of the Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology, in Liepzig, tells of the painstaking journey through the technical, and emotional, ups and downs on the way to sequencing the genome of the Neanderthals, and then the Denisovans, another group of hominids.
He explains that his group was able to determine that non-Africans have Neanderthal genes, and that Papuans have both Neanderthal and Denisovan genes.
Of possible interest, to some, is the finding that that one of the genetic changes in Homo Sapiens, and Neanderthals, is the loss of encoding for "a protein that might limit the extent to which neurons divide and might have something to do with how the brain got larger in humans," as well as Neanderthals. This gene remains in the apes.
Of possibly more stimulating interest to many, may be the fact that the Neanderthals, and ourselves, lost another gene, also still present in the apes, that encodes for a protein that is responsible for "penile spines," which are structures on the penises of apes that cause males to ejaculate very quickly. These spines are not present in humans, nor were they in Neanderthals.
Mitchell D. This sounds like an intriguing book. I must say though that the last paragraph was great for a little chuckle! Thanks!
"Unbroken," the biography of Louie Zamperini, 1936 Olympic track star, met Hitler, was a WII veteran of the war in the Pacific, and was a POW in Japan, was engrossing.
He died, not long ago, at age 97, having suffered abuse hugely while a POW of a culture that viewed surrender as a shameful act; not that he surrendered. The path Louie's life took is fairly amazing.
One more item about that pre-war culture: they believed that Providence "meant" for them to rule over all Asians. Hitler, on the other hand, thought that Providence meant for HIM to rule over the known world!
Along with learning of his struggles, one learns some things about pre-war japan's culture of which, I expect, huge percentages of us are totally unaware.
A "food for thought" piece comes up in the epilogue, when the author states that two of her Japanese sources wished to remain anonymous, as the war is STILL seen as "controversial" in Japan; not openly discussed.
I would like to hear from anyone who may be able to shed some light on that situation.
“Scented Gardens for the Blind” by Janet Frame
Janet Frame amazed me again even exploiting the same topic of human madness. This novel is narrating the story of one quite special family – Glaces. Why special? Edward left his family many years ago for investigation of another family’s history – Strangs, and still considering himself as good husband and father. He strongly believes in his mission to save humanity with his research. His daughter – Erlene – stopped to speak once and is spending her life in front of a window, communicating with Uncle Blackbeetle, whom alone she believes she can confide. Erlene’s mother – Vera – was trying to cure her, addressing to the doctors and accompanying Erlene to the hospital to attend some appointments with a psychiatrist. When even Erlene’s father appearance after almost 2 decade absence didn’t change the situation, she just gave up and decide to stop eat at all…
It is even difficult understand who is here the main character. Erlene, whose distrust to the world around contributes so significantly to the lives of her relatives? Her psychiatrist, manipulating Erlene’s affection to the windowsill’s insect? Her father, with his mission to save the world who failed even to save his family? Uncle Blackbeetle with that his philosophical stories he was telling Erlene? Or Vera, whose trials to fix all imperfections of her family life will lead herself to the psychiatric ward once? Maybe the main hero of Janet Frame it is the whole humanity and all of us, its minuscule grains fighting our own battles against predestination?
"What is Relativity?," by Jeffrey Bennett, is a primer that seems written for young people, but can also be a primer, or refresher course, of sorts, for those of us with some familiarity with the subject.
New, for me, was the realization, in a late chapter, that energy can be a source of gravity, and that in a black hole it is of sufficient strength, that it powers the black hole.
As in E=mc2, energy and mass are the same, when the core of a massive star finally collapses in on itself, a positive feedback loop gets going, "in which the continuing collapse releases even more energy, that increases the strength of gravity, and so on. To the best o our knowledge, nothing can stop this feedback loop." I had wondered where the mass goes, into a singularity, perhaps? But, it seems, no, rather than a point o infinite mass, one gets, apparently, a point of infinite energy.
This is incredible stuff, explained quite simply.
“Seven gothic tales” by Isak Dinesen. This book was written as far back as in 1934 and being devoted to really old-fashioned subjects exploits finally extremely actual problems of marriage, role and place of women in a society and limits of their independence. Of course, all these reflections are in a background of novels, first of all because of the time this book appeared. Nevertheless, it is becoming more comprehensible why the author cares when we look on their personality closer. Isak Dinesen is just one of many pen name of Baroness Karen von Blixen-Finecke, Danish author who wrote in Danish, French and English. Thanks to her relatively high position in society and some financial independence, she might allow herself to separate from her unfaithful husband and tried to express herself in writing. At the same time it is obvious for me that few of her she-contemporaries could do the same with their lives. However, Blixen’s life wasn’t always such a pleasurable journey. She failed to save her coffee-plantation in Kenya from bankruptcy and should return back to Denmark. Her close friend died in a biplane catastrophe. She never gets married again and her writings could be her personal world to live in, to feel, to comfort herself. Her thoughts she lent her heroes were so in advance of her epoque that her works even being plotted in different from our reality are still so fresh in their sense of humour and wisdom, hiding between the lines…
… I pray thee, good Lord, that I may not be married. But if I am to be married, that I may not be a cuckold. But if I am to be a cuckold, that I may not know. But if I am to know, that I may not mind!
The bachelors’ prayer from The poet, Seven Gothic Tales
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