GREEN GIANTS AND CITRUS TWINS

Yesterday was Halloween, and while the Chief Penguin and I attended a party here, we didn’t dress up. Next year perhaps. As a kid, my mother was good at helping my sisters and me put together an acceptable costume. She claimed not to be a particular fan of Halloween, but she always came through for us.
I was a gypsy a number of times–a colorful skirt, fancy blouse, some jewelry and perhaps a head scarf—back when being a gypsy wasn’t questionable. Also, a witch in black with a pointed hat and broomstick. Most other costumes I’ve long forgotten except for the one I wanted my senior year in high school.
In a punning or ironic way, I declared that I would be the Jolly Green Giant. The Green Giant was a popular brand mascot, initially for large tender peas in a can, but later for other canned and frozen vegetables including asparagus spears. In TV ads in the 1960s, the Green Giant belted out a ready, “Ho, ho, ho!”
At barely 5 ft tall, I was anything but a giant! For my costume, I wore green tights and a long-sleeved green sweater. For the Giant’s tunic of green leaves, my wonderful mother crafted a kind of short skirt out of crepe paper, I believe, which I added over the tights. I thought it was my most original costume and only wish I had a photo of me wearing it.
In later years, our son was a hazardous waste bin, our older granddaughter an English dictionary, and the younger one a lemon paired with a lime.



All fun and some requiring real creativity. And in downtown Cary this week, you can see a pumpkin man. Hope you had a good Halloween however you celebrated!
RECENT READING
Gilded Age: Money, Class & Love:
Peregrine Hill by Nina de Gramont (publication date, Nov. 10)

Peregrine Hill is partly inspired by Nina de Gramont’s great grandmother’s marriage to a man over 50, when she was just seventeen. It is the story of three women: mother, daughter, and grandmother, living in New York at the turn of the 20thcentury. When Isabelle Bishop’s husband and three children die in a shipwreck, she and daughter Mariah are left bereft and poor. Although Isabelle aspires to marry wealthy widower John Whitten, the 63-year-old man prefers to wed Mariah. As his third wife, chosen to provide him an heir, Mariah is watched over and isolated; she struggles to find respite and freedom for herself.
Add in Mariah’s resourceful and spunky maid Hetty, Mariah’s former beau Jay Hopkins, an attractive grandson, a handsome coachman, and you have complications and some odd and questionable alliances and love affairs. Class, money, and the tantalizing beginnings of new rights for women are all entwined in this multi-faceted historical novel.
At times, the novel feels crammed with too many characters, but it is, nonetheless, a lively romp in the Gilded Age. Note: An earlier version of this review appeared on NetGalley. (~JWFarrington)
Riveting Nonfiction:
London Falling: A Mysterious Death in a Gilded City and a Family’s Search for Truth by Patrick Radden Keefe

A New Yorker staff writer, Patrick Radden Keefe is the author of two other award-winning works I have read: Say Nothing about the Troubles in Northern Ireland, and Empire of Pain about the Sackler family and opioids. Both are excellent, meticulously researched compelling reads.
London Falling is an equally immersive book. When a 19-year-old young man seemingly falls from a balcony and ends up in the Thames, the immediate response is that it was suicide. But there are complicating factors, and his parents, Matthew and Rachelle Brettler want answers. When they learn that Zac had a secret life doing deals with Russian oligarchs and their minions, they are both puzzled and mystified. The lead detective from Scotland Yard initially seems willing to be helpful and answer their questions, but he isn’t following up on some obvious suspects or characters of interest.
In ferreting out what may have really happened to Zac, Keefe provides an in depth look at the role of Russian oligarchs in London society in recent years along with background research on the criminal activity of some of the unsavory individuals with whom Zac is friends. There are no definitive answers, but thanks to the openness and cooperation of Zac’s parents and Keefe’s journalistic approach, a plausible explanation for some of the events emerges.
I found this book a fascinating read with an amazing set of characters. It is packed with details, and possibly more than some readers might want, but I highly recommend it. (~JWFarrington)
Note: Unattributed photos ©JWFarrington (some rights reserved.)
















