Book Review: “Her Lotus Year” by Paul French

Her Lotus Year by Paul French

This century has seen the continued decline of the British royal family, whose reputation has sagged at the same time as their domain has shrunk to a second-rate power in the world.  But the decline didn’t start with Charles and Diana or their feckless kids. The biggest, messiest, meatiest splash of the last centurysurely was the abdication of Edward in order to marry his mistress, Wallis Simpson.

Paul French writes about the twilight of colonialism in China, the first half of the twentieth century.  It turns out that the notorious Wallis entered his patch in 1924, when she spent a year in China, before she met the prince to  be king to be ex-king. 

This period in her life is not well known, except through a notorious, never seen, and likely fictitious, “China dossier” that allegedly documented an amazing array of misbehavior by her during that short period.

French is clear that this dossier has never been seen by anyone, and likely never existed.  What did exist was a concerted effort by the British establishment and royal family to dissuade the king from abdicating, and to break off with the unacceptable Wallis.  The “dossier” was part of a public campaign of slander and fake news, maligning Wallis and blaming her for, essentially, beguiling the king. 

Spoiler alert:  it didn’t work.

But this begs the question, what was Wallis actually doing in China that year?

It’s actually a moderately interesting story, though it takes a bit of reconstruction and effort to find the facts. French is well qualified to put together a plausible account.

Wallis went to China to join her first husband who was a Navy officer posted to Hong Kong.  Their failing marriage completely died there, and Wallis fled(?) to Canton, Shanghai, and Peking (to use the names Americans used for those cities at that time).  This excursion was stranger at that time than it seems to us today today, because (a) she had no money or prospects, and (b) China was roiling with unrest, chaos, and descending into civil war.  And, by the way, she could not finalize her divorce until she returned to the US, so this side trip kept her marriage in an ambiguous state.

In short, she had no business traveling to Peking, and at that time China was no place for an unaccompanied foreign woman to be traveling for any reason, let alone no specific reason.

So why did she go? How did she manage it? And what in the world did she do when she got there?

French suggests, with some evidence, that as a “Navy wife”, Wallis was asked to courier documents for the US government.  With rail and telegraph disrupted (and radio not yet capable of large data transmissions), human couriers were a plausible channel.  Reliable but unobtrusive travelers, such as military dependents, might be an attractive choice to carry a bundle from Hong Kong to Canton, Shanghai, or Peking.  Taking the assignment could have provided Wallis a little cash and a ticket away from her marriage–and maybe an excuse to adventure.

In any case, Wallis did, in fact, brave the difficult and danderous trip all the way to the capital Peking. 

Once there, Wallis was at loose ends. Taking advantage of circumstances, and, through pluck and luck, had herself a year-long adventure. She connected with the international community, including diplomats and merchants. 

Part of this story is about a young woman growing up.  over this year, Wallis proved that she could make her own way in the world, without a husband, parents, or a job.  She made friends, including wealthy and sophisticated friends. She (probably) had a love affair. She navigated a complex and very foreign city, and developed a taste and knowledge for Chinese art and style. She made money for herself playing cards and dealing in stylish knick knacks. 

As the title of the book suggests, for Wallis, this was a blessed, idyllic interlude, her year in lotus land.  When it was over, she had to return to the US to face divorce and whatever came next. But for a brief time, life was fine and her troubles far away.

It’s remarkable. A relatively ordinary, young “Navy wife” went to China.  A confident, capable, independent, and worldly woman came back.  A woman who, in a few years, was evidently capable of matching the freakin’ king of England!  Indeed, a woman for whom he would give up his throne and empire.  Remarkable.

French makes a case that her lotus year in China was a year that made her the remarkable woman she turned out to be.

This story is so much more interesting that the trash and slander of the imaginary “China dossier”!

In telling the story of Wallis’ lotus year, French also lavishes attention on China and especially Peking of this now lost era, exactly 100 years ago  It was a transitional time, when the empire was dead, but the modern PRC was yet to be born.  Colonial powers were still there, but the Chinese were rebelling and clearly the days of foreign domination were numbered. 

French recounts many ways that this transition was reflected in the culture and in the architecture of the city.  He gives us a luscious picture of some of the beauty and joys that could be found there at that time. 

Importantly, French isn’t particularly nostalgic for this past.  Wealthy foreigners and Chinese might have a luxurious life, but most ordinary people did not.  And the everyday racism and exclusionist culture of the colonial enclaves is repulsive to us now.

For me, it’s worthwhile carefully documenting what life was like back then. If nothing else, the astonishing changes of the last 100 years in China are nothing short of miraculous.  Who could have predicted today’s proud and vibrant China, back there and then? 

I have to admit that I like this book a lot more than I expected to.  I neither know nor care much about the “woman I love” scandal of the 1930s (or any other British royal kerfuffling).  I’m not a fan of the old colonialist days, in China or anywhere else.  (Part of my family comes from Ireland—I have not a shred of sympathy for English or any imperialism.) 

For that matter, I’m not especially interested in the troubles of debutantes who grew up in Baltimore at the end of the nineteenth century.

But I did like the evident pluck of Wallis, a woman who moved on from a crappy marriage, despite the limits of the times, and what’s more, she went on to have one heck of a “gap year”.  She far exceeded what I would have imagined a young estranged wife could do on her own, on the other side of the world from where she was born.  She becames a lot more interesting than I expected.  Perhaps this is something of what the king saw in her.


  1. Paul French, Her Lotus Year: China, The Roaring Twenties, and the Making of Wallis Simpson, New York, St. Martins’s Press, 2024.

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Book Review: “The Poppy War” by R. F. Kuang

The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang

I really liked Kuang’s recent work, Babel and Yellowface, so I thought I’d look back at her debut novel, The Poppy War.

The Poppy War is Kuang’s debut novel, book 1 of a trilogy.  (She wrote it during a gap year in undergraduate school (!?) .)

Set in a fantasy world based on 19th and 20th century China—not a carefree or happy time and place in real life, nor in the fantasy world.  But unlike our world, magic works here, as well as gun powder.  Interestingly, martial arts are infused with magic, which makes them even more cinematic.

Young Fang Runin, universally called Rin, is an orphan, adopted daughter of modest shop keepers.  She is not expected to be successful or ambitious, and is given no encouragement or advantages. But she is driven.  Despite her disadvantages and defying all expectations, she aces the national exam and thereby gains a slot at the elite national military / political / magic academy in the capital.

Of course, at the academy, everybody aced the exams. Most of the students and teachers are rich and privileged and have been preparing since birth.  Not a few look down on her as a worthless peasant, not to mention an upstart.  Rin is very good, but is she good enough to suceed or even survive in this supercharged environment?

At the end of first year, Rin choses the weird specialty called “Lore” (she is the only student in the track). This curriculum is not a popular specialty, not obviously useful, and it not even clear what in the heck its about. “Lore” turns out to involve training her natural abilities to become a powerful shaman. (!) Including meditation and hallucinogens!

By the way, shamans routinely commune with the gods. Quite an amazing course of study!

These Harry Potter years end suddenly, when events intervene in the form of yet another invasion from (Japan-like) Mugen.  The situation is desperate, so the students of the academy are called up and dispersed to regiments.  Rin is assigned to the 13th division, a tiny group of dirty-fighting caommando-shamans.

War is horrible, and magic war is massively horrible.  Already bitter and vengeful, the grief and terror of loss pushes Rin toward acquiring divine powers.  Powers of mass destruction.  Uncontrollable and possible self destructive powers.

As always, war can drive ordinary humans into inhumane and inhuman behavior, overriding their own best judgement in the name of necessity–and vengeance.

Rin grows up, learns something of her own powers and heritage, suffers terribly, and unleashes terrible revenge.  She struggles to ignore the guilt for things she has done, arguing that her actions are balanced by what was done to her own people, and in the hope that they will prevent future atrocities.  Even Rin realizes how thin these arguments really are.

This book doesn’t have a happy ending.  Indeed, the war isn’t over, and Rin has a lot more she wants to do.  If this book is a guide, the sequels (The Dragon Republic  (2019) and The Burning God (2020)) must be pretty horrifying.  I’m not sure I’m up for it.

But I am definitely up for more from Kuang.  I look forward to her upcoming novel in 2025.


  1. R. F. Kuang, The Poppy War, New York, Harper Voyager, 2018.

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Book Review: “I’m Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom” by Jason Pargin

I’m Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom by Jason Pargin

What the hell is the Black Box of Doom?

DS Ben Jones: So what’s in there?
DCI Tom Barnaby: Do you know what a MacGuffin is?
DS Ben Jones: No.
DCI Tom Barnaby: Well, it’s one of them.

Midsomer Murders S11E1  Jan 1, 2008

Actually, as the story unfolds, the answer to this question becomes both more complicated and somewhat clearer.

Pargin has assembled a motley cast of contemporary Americans, who set off on a cross country road trip / car chase / vision quest (?).  A young woman, “Ether”, calls Abbot’s ride service to get a ride. When he arrives for the gig (in his dad’s pristeen car), she asks him to instead, take her from LA to DC to deliver a black box.  Having nothing better to do, and tempted by the money, they head out, carrying the mysterious sealed box.

As in O’Brien’s American Fantastic, everybody is chasing them, except the cops.

This being the Age of Elon, the hive mind of the Internet “discovers” that they are up to something.  Not that there is agreement on exactly what something they are up to.

Soon enough, Abbot and Ether (not her original name) have been declared a terrorist plot. Some are certain Abbot is an incel terrorist.  Others know that Ether is a Russian agent, and he is a dupe.  Some are sure he is a serial killer and she is the dupe.  And others are sure there is an un-deqd alien body in the box, controlling their minds.

They are villains!  They are victims!  They are heroes!

The Internet is wonderful, it can find patterns.  So many patterns!  Such amazing patterns!

Part of the joke is that Abbot and Ether left their phones at home to avoid being tracked.  So they don’t realize how they are blowing up on the Internet, at least, not until it is way too late to stop it. 

This part of the story is a far too real dystopian nightmare.

But Pargin is shooting for more than dark satire. 

This is a novel of ideas. He wants us to do better, starting with turning off your device.  The characters talk and talk and talk—it’s a long road trip and they don’t have screens—and a lot of the talk is important ideas about what is wrong with your life on the screen, AKA, the Black Box of Doom.

OK, clearly this book gets awfully wordy, and indeed preachy at places (many places).  But I’m not disagreein’ with what he’s sayin’; and IMO we need more stories that help us escape from the box and rebuild better lives.

It wouldn’t be Pargin without a significant amount of slapstick violence.  Many vehicles are destroyed, as well as the fancy -chmancy compound of a tech zillionaire.  Balloons are viciously popped.  Parades are scattered.  There is a cottage cheese and hot sauce disaster outside Nashville.  It’s mayhem!

But, amazingly enough, there is a happy ending.  Good things come out of this mess.  On line friends meet in person. Lonely rootless people find true friendship. People help other people.  Wrongs are righted.  Families are reconciled.  Enemies are reconciled. Romance seems to be in the air. 

People are happier at the end than at the beginning, despite all the troubles!

I like it!  Give me more!


  1. Jason Pargin, I’m Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom, New York, St. Martins’s Press, 2024.

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Book Review: “Deep Black” by Miles Cameron

Deep Black by Miles Cameron

Deep Black is the sequel and conclusion to Artifact Space (1922).  In these stories, Cameron gives us a ripping yarn, space opera for sure.  And if you’ve read your Horatio Hornblower stories, you’ll know what to expect.

Midshipper Marca Nbaro comes from an impoverished but mysteriously background, and slips into service on the giant starship Athens.   Athens is huge—kilometers long—with a crew of 9,000 or so.  It’s a lot like a contemporary aircraft carrier (Nbaro is a small craft pilot), which is to say a heavily armed, self-contained, space faring city.

Nbaro leads a very Hornblowerian life.  She is lucky.  She is smart.  She is brave and aggressive.  Like the author, she loves sword fighting. 

And, even as the most junior officer on board, she seems to be on the scene for every history making event that happens.  And there is a lot of history going on.

This “trading voyage” is anything but routine.  The Athens gets in serious combat with human factions and not one, but two alien species (who are fighting each other, naturally).  Furthermore, she makes personal contact—very personal—with individuals of the two species, which, to be clear no one has ever done before. She also survives multiple combat missions, saving the day multiple times. 

Not bad for her first few months in the service.

But, how did she get here?  Why did the ship AI install a neural net her head?  And what in the world are the AIs up to,anyway?  Are Nbaro and all the humans (and aliens) no more than pawns in some AI power struggle?  (Nbaro notices that neither of the non-human space faring species, each of which have been in space for possibly millions of years, use AIs like humans do.  Do they know something we should pay attention to?)

Young midder Nbaro is clearly on an arc to leadership. She’s promoted and / or awarded a medal about every 100 pages or so.  She also makes friends in high and low places, finds romance, and stands to make a huge fortune from the voyage. 

All very Hornblowerian. Will there been further adventures?  We’ll see.

Overall, this isn’t an especially deep or complicated story.  The characters are awfully shallow, though this is appropriate for the semi-military professional context.  The plot is pretty simple, too, most of the interest is in the tactical details.  I.e., how will the next fight unfold?

In fact, I don’t think I grok most of the underlying motivations at all.  The political economics is obscure.  There seems to be one or more deep dark conspiracy going on, but who, what, and why are never explained. 

And that’s just the humans—the aliens are really inscrutable. 

I’m not always fond of war stories, but these stories are not just shooting and blowing stuff up, so that’s good.  There is plenty of technical whiz, and the contacts with aliens are a high light for me. 

I’m sorry, but the aliens are more interesting that the navy people—by far!

Also, the people on the ship (and everywhere) suffer, even in “victory”. Whatever “glory” may be seen here-and there is a lot of courageous sacrifice-it is tempered by heavy and painful casualties, many of them people with faces and names.  War is terrible and full of loss.


Biographical notes tell us that Cameron is a sword fighting enthusiast and teacher, and so I note how hard he worked to create this particular future in which sword fighting is useful and necessary.  (E.g., EMP guns that render power armor and smart guns useless scrap—after a zap, its time to draw your sword and pistol, just like Hornblower.) 

He has created his excuse to include detailed discussions of sword and hand to hand combat combat, which he loves and writes well about.  Hey, he’s the author, and he created this plausible future, and the technical limitations he wrote in make logical sense.  So, more power to him! : – )

These stories are well written and really move along.  There is lots of action, and the space travel and fighting are carefully explained.  We also can see the best and worst of war, as the crew trains and fights hard, works together, and suffers and loses a lot of friends.  Although, it isn’t completely clear what they are fighting for.  Welcome to reality.

I’d say these stories are definitely worth the read, just for fun. 

And I really love the aliens.


  1. Miles Cameron, Artifact Space, London, Gallantz, 2022.
  2. Miles Cameron, Deep Black, London, Gallantz, 2024.

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Book Review: “The Great When” by Alan Moore

The Great When by Alan Moore

The blurbs tell me that Alan Moore is an ancient and revered creator of comics and other stories which I have not read.  I believe it.  This is a great story.

If I understand correctly, The Great When is an alternative universe that overlays or underlays our conventional reality.  It is populated by sort of Platonic concepts from our world, seemingly including anything anyone has imagined in their wildest dreams, or the Ur-essence of imagined things.  (It’s pretty awful.)

We do not normally see the other London, but a few people and creatures can move back and forth.  Generally, denizens of the other London try to keep it secret. (I’m not totally sure why.)

In 1949, young Dennis is accidentally thrown into contact with the other world.  He picks up a consignment of books for the store he works at, and is given a copy of “A Walk In London”—a book that exists only in a novel.  I.e., it is fictional in our London and is an intrusion from the other London.

This intrusion is a grievous breach of secrecy, and is certain to attract a disastrous response.   He must return it immediately.

Easier said than done. 

Soon, Dennis is entangled with gangsters and supernatural foes, and accidentally falls into the other London.  Unprepared, terrified and out of his depth, plucky Dennis keeps trying, helped by new friends no little good luck. 

Stuff happens.  Wild, supernatural, stuff happens.  Romance happens. Dennis has strange adventures in our London and in a very strange alternative London.

Phew.  It’s exhausting.

I have to say, the episodes in alternative London are both wonderful and awfully hard to read.  Hallucinations and fever dreams are hard to describe in words, and Moore’s prose has to be read carefully.  It’s worth it—alternative London is an amazing place—but it’s slow going at times.

The book cover indicates that this is the first of a series of stories.  So we can expect further news from the Long London.


  1. Alan Moore, The Great When, New York, Bloomsbury Publishing, 2024.

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Book Review: “The Fall of Egypt and the Rise of Rome” by Guy de la Bédoyère

The Fall of Egypt and the Rise of Rome by Guy de la Bédoyère

Keeping with the Egyptology theme

There seems to be a lot of popular history these days on the classic ancient world, with emphasis on ‘the rest of the world’ besides Greece and Rome.  As Andrian Goldsworthy notes, there is a lot less written material available, and much of the record is from Greek and Roman sources which are both distant and biased. This is a challenge, though there has been a lot of archaeology in the last century, which helps fill in the story.

And, of course, there is a minor industry around rethinking Alexander and his “Hellenistic” legacy.  In this case, there is plenty written, but not so much contemporary documentation.  Alexander has been mythologized for many purposes, to the extent that much of his real life is obscure.

And then there is Cleopatra, the last Ptolemy.  Possibly the most famous woman in history.  I mean, Shakespeare wrote a play about her—you don’t get bigger than that! 

As in the case of Alexander, centuries of storytelling, starting with the Romans and continuing to Hollywood and beyond, has obscured the real woman.


De la Bédoyère steps into these topics with a history of Ptolemaic Egypt.  Set up by Alexander, the Macedonian regime ruled more than three centuries until Rome took it from Cleopatra.  The Ptolemeys have gone down in history as remarkably disorganized, violent, and generally disreputable.  The reputation is deserved, which makes the longevity all the more remarkable.

The Ptolemys consciously inserted themselves into Egyptian culture, continuing the traditional worship with a Greek veneer.  These Macedonian adventurers made themsleves “Pharoahs”,  and maintained versions of the rites and temples with long, long traditions.   This project probably served to keep the Egyptians on their side, at least against other Macedonian encroachment.

They also continued  the Egyptian tradition of powerful ruling class women, in Ptolemaic times mostly named Cleopatra (originally a Macedonian name).  This feminist tradition is one of the things that surely must have attracted brilliant, struggling English women to Egyptology.


The Ptolemaic era is poorly recorded. De la Bédoyère sifts through the limited and messy information available with a skeptical eye.  In many cases, it is difficult to discern what actually happened, let alone what the people were really trying to do.  Nevertheless, the record of fratricide, incest, and misbehavior in the ruling family is indisputable.

I mean, in one period Egypt was ruled by two Ptolemys and a Cleopatra, related and married to each other in various times.  The next generation featured simultaneous rule by two Cleopatras, two Ptolemys, and other relatives all linked in a series of marriages, assassinations, and civil wars.  The latter Cleopatras were mother and daughter, and they were at one time married to the same Ptolemy, who was their brother / uncle.

Phew!  They don’t make ‘em like that any more.

Out of this family came our Cleopatra, The VII, the last and greatest Ptolemy.  She was definitely a daughter of this line!

We know she married and co-ruled with her own brother Ptolemy, until she killed him.  She fought with her other brother, Ptolemy, and killed him, too.  She had her sister killed.   And, as we all know, around age sixteen she vamped the top Roman strongman, Julius Caeser, until he was killed (at least partly because of his dalliance with her was political poison in Rome). 

On the rebound, she vamped the Roman regional commander, Marc Anthony, in one of the most famous romances of history.  (Natalie Haynes described the affair as, “hot”.)  That put her right in the current Roman civil war, and she lost. Anthony’s relation with her was politically costly and ultimately fatal for both.

Cleopatra died, Egypt was annexed by Rome.  End of the Ptolemy’s

As a fan of Cleopatra, I wasn’t that thrilled with de la Bédoyère’s distinctly unromantic treatment of her life.  He correctly points out that the Ptolemaic regime was already subservient to Rome by her time. However Shakespearian her maneuvering may have been, in the end, Cleo didn’t change the political trajectory.  In fact, she presided over the final, crushing defeat.  She was the last ruling Ptolemy.

De la Bédoyère does give us some useful perspective on just how shaky the accepted version of her life actually is, based as it is on later, mostly hostile writers.  Much of Cleopatra’s magnificence is Roman propaganda, and we would call it racist and sexist stereotyping today.  In fact, we know very little about the actual woman, though she clearly was a smart, tough cookie who maneuvered as best she could to survive the Roman tsunami.

Worse, much of what we “know” about this most interesting woman in history is hearsay, from far away.  Did she speak Egyptian?  Maybe, but there is no contemporary evidence.  What did she look like?  No good evidence.  Who were her parents?  Unknown. 

In short, was she as awesome as the stories about her?  We don’t really know.

All we really know is that she was definitely the last of the Ptolemy’s, the last Pharoah, the last of the ancient line of God-Kings, and the last nominally independent ruler of Egypt for a long, long time.  She crashed and burned, but by golly it was a hell of a crash and burn!

The Ptolemey’s had a fair run, and probably did better that might have been expected.  But they were never great rulers for the Egyptians, nor were they especially good at management, diplomacy, or war.  They survived by rapaciously efficient taxation, which they used to fund mercenary armies and lavish lifesytle for the elites.  Considering the gormlessness of many of the ruling family, it’s actually amazing they lasted as long as they did.

In the end, Roman power was unstoppable.  Looking back, it is easy for us to see why Cleopatra might have played the vamp card.  She was dealt a poor hand, but she played her cards to the hilt.  Roman domination was probably inevitable, so she tried to get inside the tent, and to place her own children on the Roman throne.  She failed, but it may have been the best gamble available.

It is notable that after the crushing defeat, her family was mostly wiped out. Anthony was disgraced and erased. But Cleopatra’s statues were left standing. She was remembered fondly. And still is.

That’s not nothing.


It would be remiss to not mention that de la Bédoyère is really into coins.  Ancient coinage is one of the limited sources of information available from this period.  If I understand correctly, Egyptians didn’t really use coins that much, they were introduced by the Macedonian conquerors. 

One interesting point is that the Ptolemy’s followed Egyptian traditions in decorations (e.g., temple carvings), but their coins followed Greek traditions.  The result is that there are multiple representations and descriptions of the rulers, in Egyptian and Greek styles.  This makes the limited evidence even more confusing!


  1. Guy de la Bédoyère, The Fall of Egypt and the Rise of Rome, New Haven, Yale University Press, 2024.

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Book Review: “Women in the Valley of the Kings” by Kathleen Sheppard

Women in the Valley of the Kings by Kathleen Sheppard

Anyone who loved the Amelia Peabody books a) should read this book, and b) will love this book.  Real-life Egyptologist Barbara Mertz fictionalized the ‘golden age’ of Egyptology, including a number of extremely memorable female characters.  Mertz was well aware of the history of her field and based her characters on real men and women.

Sheppard focusses on a group of women who made crucial contributions to Egyptology during this period, but mostly have been left out (“erased”) from professional publications and histories.  These include the original ‘Amelia’, Amelia Edwards, surely a model for Mertz’s fictional Amelia Peabody, and other women who appear in Mertz’s wonderful stories.  Their real lives are almost as exciting as the fiction.

The real history here does get a bit repetitious, though. The story didn’t change much over the century covered.  It has just barely changed in recent decades.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one. 

Talented, highly skilled women made and enabled others to make great achievements in Egyptology.  Men, sometimes far less brilliant and useful, are recorded has heroic explorers and discovers, while the women who did the work, organized the work, and sometimes paid for it, too; are never even mentioned, let alone credited. 

A similar story applies to the thousands of skilled and hard working Egyptians who did so much of the work.  European men took credit for their work.

It’s almost too obvious to state that both women and Egyptians were paid almost nothing compared to the European males taking credit for their work.


One intriguing part of story that Sheppard documents is that some of these women loved and lived with close female partners.  These relationships seem pretty pedestrian to us now, but could not be recognized during their lifetimes, or even spoken of. 

Sheppard also documents the bad old days when women were pushed out of professional work the moment they married.  It was just the way things worked.  Get married, say goodbye to your career.

I wish this was all ancient history, but it’s all too familiar today.


Studying the history and culture of Egypt is one of the most fascinating and romantic academic subjects there ever was.  The women in this story contributed significantly to understanding of this history, and to professionalizing the field.  Unfortunately, they also played key parts in the questionable plundering of Egyptian heritage, as well as colonial and racist domination of Egypt.  In this, they were not necessarily different than their privileged male colleagues.

We also note that most of these women were able to participate in this work because they were wealthy and connected.  Most women in England or anywhere had little chance for an education, or to work in a technical field at a professional level, let alone travel around the world. For that matter, those few women that chose to not marry in order to pursue their career, could only do so because they had plenty of money.  During this time, most women married to survive.

This is not to say these women were not brilliant, nor that they had an easy path.  I’m saying that brilliance alone would not have been enough, and only a very few privileged women could have had the opportunity to try.


  1. Kathleen Sheppard, Women in the Valley of the Kings: The Untold Story of Women Egyptologists in the Gilded Age, New York, St. Martins Press, 2024.

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Book Review: “Blood Test” by Charles Baxter

Blood Test by Charles Baxter

Brock Hobson is a reasonably decent man, boring in his ordinary niceness.  His life is a bit messy, and the world throws a lot of trouble his way.  Pretty ordinary.

His story becomes a contemporary parable when he is led to take the titular ‘blood test’.  The test allegedly extracts his genome. Combined with a slew of personal data, the company claims their analytics can predict his future behavior in great detail.  The technology is obvious nonsense, but the sales pitch is highly plausible.

The joke is that his results predict that, in the near future, he will commit major crimes, probably including murder. 

Everybody who knows him says this prediction is preposterous.  Still, it’s hard to unhear such a prediction.  And, by the way, Brock sells insurance, so he knows about data base prediction of behavior, so he can’t dismiss the idea out of hand.

The joke continues as the company not only predicts this unexpected behavior, it upsells him, pushing him toward doing it. Of course they do.

They sell him insurance for possible legal defense.  They press him to get a handgun.  They sell him a pet.

And above all, many people push the notion that this genetic-based “prediction” is a moral free pass to actually commit murder.  It’s not his fault, many people suggest, he is destined to do it.  It’s OK.

Again, this is obvious nonsense technically.  But very plausible culturally.

Brock’s life spins out a bit.  His family is stressed.  He is stressed.  Without really wanting to, he edges ever closer to crime and murder.

But Brock’s basic niceness and general ordinariness is difficult to corrupt.  He persists, just being Brock.  We wonder if niceness or “destiny” will win out.


The story is subtitled, “A Comedy”, though it’s not especially funny.  If it’s a joke, it’s a really bad joke.

Maybe this story is intended to be a parable about contemporary tech BS.  It is that, though the parody is so exaggerated that it’s not terribly realistic.

This story is another ‘slice of life in America’ from Baxter, set in the pandemic era.  There is quite a bit of sympathy here for ordinary folks, and none at all for powers-that-be who care nothing about anybody else. 

If there is a moral, it seems to “try to just be decent and normal”, and try to take care of each other.  Which is probably good advice.


  1. Charles Baxter, Blood Test, New York, Pantheon Books, 2024.

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Book Review: “Dolphin Junction” by Mick Herron

Dolphin Junction by Mick Herron

A collection of stories from perennial favorite Mick Herron. Overall, I’d say these stories are not Herron’s best.  They are older stories, written while he was learning.  I’m sure this collection was released to cash in on Herron’s recent successes and a new season of his TV show. 

OK, it worked.  I’m game to read Mick Herron no matter what.

Many of the stories here feature the Oxford detectives (Joe and Zoë).  These feature the characteristic weird plot reversal and simple comic banter found in these stories. 

There is one Slow Horses story, which was previously published elsewhere. It’s just as good as you’d expect, so that’s a plus.

But the highlight is surely the Santa story.  Not one, but eight Shopping Mall Santas.  OK, at one point, nine Shopping Mall Santas!  With pretty bad attitudes one and all.  Yes! 

Just in time for the Xmas season! 


  1. Mick Herron, Dolphin Junction: Stories, New York, Soho Press, 2021.

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Book Review: “Polostan” by Neal Stephenson

Polostan by Neal Stephenson

For long time readers of Stephenson, a 300 page novel from him seems like just “chapter one” in one of his sagas.  And, indeed, this is marked as “book one”, so we expect the story of Aurora to keep going.

Named Dawn at birth, at eighteen she has seen a lot of the world already.  She grew up in the American West (where many polo ponies are raised, hence part of Polostan), and has moved around the country with her dad, a dedicated Communist.  The family spent time in Russia after the revolution, where young Dawn was rechristened “Aurora”, after the revolutionary battleship. 

Dawn / Surora is a child of hard times and revolution In the 30’s, Aurora’s parents are dead and she is wanted by the government.  (A small beef about smuggling Thompson guns to support a Communist attack on the White House.)

This being a Neal Stephenson story, Aurora meets everyone and goes everywhere.  In this case, the roster includes Wobblies and Communists, outlaws, G-men, Washington politicians and generals, and top Soviet leaders and scientists.  She also witnesses the early twentieth century, visiting the Bonus March, the Chicago world’s fair, the filming of The Storming of the Winter Palace, the building of the Golden Gate Bridge and Magnitogorsk, by chance, is in on the ground floor of the atomic age. 

A smart young woman with Communist loyalties and no reason to love the US government?  Personal connections to US leaders and scientists?  The wartime dawn of nuclear physics?  We know where this is heading.  It sounds like the makings of a spy story, and we are assured that it is.

But spying for the Soviets is a very dangerous game.  And, from our perspective, we know the stakes in the nuclear physics race are as high as they can get.  Aurora is swimming if deep, dark waters, indeed.

We really like Aurora, and we hope she can land safely.

Stay tuned for books two and three.  (And remember, System of the World was 9 novels long!) 


  1. Neal Stephenson, Polostan, New York, William Morrow, 2024.

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