Posting for Wordless Wednesday.
The Dr. Ruth Galloway series are about gender politics.
There are alpha males galore in the police departments of the various locales. But there are women just itching to unseat them. Such as DI Judy Johnson, who is in the forefront of the investigation in The Chalk Circle (Dr. Ruth Galloway # 9).
Here, Judy Johnson and her partner, a likeable but very alpha Dave Clough, interview a witness in a missing woman case. The missing woman’s name is Sam.
“When did you last see Sam?”
“It must have been on Monday,” says Meg. “The mother and baby group is Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I’m pretty sure Sam was here on Monday.”
“Can you check?” says Clough. “Do you take a register?”
Meg laughs. “No, it’s quite free and easy, Inspector.” Judy notes Clough doesn’t correct her about his rank.— The Chalk Circle, p. 202
That last sentence!
David Clough’s main characteristic is that he has to be constantly stuffing his face with junk food. But when it comes to interviewing a witness, apparently the man gets all the respect. He and Judy Johnson are friends, but — Clough doesn’t correct the witness when she calls him “Inspector.”
If someone had told self three months ago that she would be on Book # 6 of Elly Griffiths’ Ruth Galloway mystery series, she would have said, Get out! Yet, here we are.
In the last book, The Outcast Dead, there was minimal Ruth/Nelson interaction, but plenty of Judy/Cathbad angst. That was okay, since self likes Cathbad. She’s not as enthused with Frank, the American TV personality who seems to have only two outstanding character traits: 1) He flirts with Ruth; 2) He is not Nelson.
Anyhoo, he’s gone back to Cambridge or wherever he is based, and Ruth is back to digging! And digging Ruth is the best Ruth, in self’s humble opinion.
Another really enjoyable aspect of Ruth Galloway’s character is how much her boss irritates her. Of course, he is her complete opposite: hates to do any work (any kind of work), but likes fundraising, and also making public appearances.
He shows up during a dig, early in The Ghost Fields, to which self can only say: HALLELUJAH, HOPEFULLY FIREWORKS!
“Do you want to have a look at today’s finds?” asks Ruth. Although she excavated the skeleton yesterday and bagged up the bones herself, there are still a few interesting objects emerging from the trench.
Phil pulls a face. “It’s awfully hot,” he says, as if the weather is Ruth’s fault.
“Is it?” says Ruth, pushing back her damp hair. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Phil looks at her quizzically. He doesn’t always get irony unless he’s concentrating.
This book is every bit as good as The Crossing Places. No, it’s actually better. So much funnier! Though the parts told from the murderer’s point of view (thankfully, brief) are gut-churning. Do not read any further if you do not want to know the identity of the murderer! The dialogue is A++.
Ruth screams, so loudly that it startles both of them. Roderick stops and looks at her quizzically.
“Why are you frightened?” he asks.
“What do you think?” shouts Ruth. “I’m stuck here on a boat with a madman. A madman with a knife.”
Roderick looks quite hurt. “I’m not mad,” he says. “I’ve got a first in classics from Cambridge.”
From what Ruth has seen of Oxbridge graduates, the two are not mutually exclusive.— The Janus Stone, p. 287
This conversation follows immediately after a scene where we see DCI Harry Nelson running around like a chicken without a head. Eventually, he figures out (through the timely appearance of Cathbad) that he’s been worried about the wrong daughter. Self wanted to pull her hair out.
“Why don’t you live somewhere more convenient?” her colleagues ask. “There are some lovely properties in King’s Lynn, or even Blakeney if you want to be near to nature.” Ruth can’t explain, even to herself, how a girl born and brought up in South London can feel such a pull to these inhospitable marshlands, these desolate mudflats, this lonely unrelenting view. It was research that first brought her to the Saltmarsh but she doesn’t know herself what it is that makes her stay, in the face of so much opposition. “I’m used to it,” is all she says.The Crossing Places, by Elly Griffiths, p. 15
Yes indeed, self did finish reading The Leavers. Last night. It messed with her heart big-time. The ending was good. Four stars!
She’s glad to be reading a mystery, The Crossing Places. Mysteries feel more in line with her state of mind, these days.
Zaporizhzhia, Ukraine — Russian forces are killing civilians and looting stores and homes across occupied parts of southern Ukraine, residents said, as Moscow arrested elected local leaders and sought to replace them with pro-Russian collaborators.
People arriving here from Russian-held areas over the weekend described hungry and undisciplined Russian troops shooting unarmed villagers, breaking into supermarkets and shops, and raiding homes in search of food and valuables as their own supply lines have failed.
“They just brazenly come in, without any shame, and take whatever they want,” said Valentyn Khodus, 64, who came to Zaporizhzhia from the small village of Myrne after days hiding in the cellar with her daughter and grandson as Russian troops went door to door ransacking houses.
Two neighbors who were driving a car with a Ukrainian flag were shot and killed by a Russian patrol last week, she said. “It’s still there, on the roadside, and their bodies are still inside,” Ms. Khodus said.
Russia said it isn’t planning an occupation of Ukraine and that its forces are liberating Ukrainians.
- “The policeman wanted to throw my three-year-old daughter out the window but I held her tight.” — Simon Ackerman
It is Kristallnacht, the Night of the Broken Glass.
The violence was so chaotic, it was hard to believe it was planned. But it was.
“Goebbels holds a press conference to castigate Lochner, Schultz, and other foreign correspondents for writing what he insists are false stories. No stores were looted. No Jews were killed.”
More than ever I’m convinced, we are going down this dangerous road. Right now we have Joe, but can he pass the baton? He should pass the baton because we need a strong AFTER.
Hitler didn’t even need a Supreme Court to justify him. WE DO.
After Kristallnacht, something breaks in the Americans. Ambassador Hugh Wilson is recalled to Washington “for consultation.” He never returns to Berlin. The US Embassy is left in the hands of junior diplomats. Consul Prentiss Gilbert is given a hasty promotion to chargé d’affaires. He dies of a heart attack, five months later.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Donna looks up, breathes out, and blinks tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Thank you. I’ve felt a bit stupid recently.”
“Loneliness is hard, Donna. It’s one of the big ones.”
“You should do this for a living, you know?”
“You are simply a little lost, Donna. And if one is never lost in life, then clearly one has never traveled anywhere interesting.”
“And you?” asks Donna. “You seem sad.”
“I’m a little sad, yes,” agrees Ibrahim. “I’m frightened, and I can’t see a way through it.”
“Up the next mountain would be my advice,” says Donna.The Man Who Died Twice, p. 254
Richard Osman’s dialogue. That is all.
Although perhaps he isn’t really boring, if everything you hear is true? Killings and gold and helicopters and whatnot? Though if you need killings and gold and helicopters to make you interesting then I suppose you are still boring at heart. Gerry never needed a helicopter.The Man Who Died Twice, p. 160
Reading this book ever so much faster than she read The Birthday Boys (That book took two damn weeks!) but not trying to rush through because she enjoys the Fearless Four so much.
Next year, she will again join the Goodreads Reading Challenge, but will up her reading goal by 1 or 2. Mustn’t get too ambitious, but this year she almost doubled her reading goals, who would have thought?
Only nineteen of the three thousand transcripts that were eventually declassified and published in 1995 mention Julius or Ethel. Julius was given the code name “Antenna” or, as already seen, “Liberal” in the messages. David was code-named “Kalibr” (Caliber) and Ruth was called “Osa” (Wasp). However, Ethel had no code name and was mentioned only once, and then by her given name.Ethel Rosenberg, an American Tragedy, p. 223
Self has no words.