Oh Jonathon!

July 2021

Poirot's Last CaseAgatha Christie1975PassageLois2008Poirot investigatesAgatha Christie1924Hercule Poirot's ChristmasAgatha Christie1938The Mysterious Affair at StylesAgatha Christie1920Death Comes as the EndAgatha Christie1945Captaini in CalicoGeorge MacDonald Fraser2015 (ut really 1952)Poirot's Early CasesAgatha Christie1923Lord Edgware DiesAgatha Christie1933Five Little PigsAgatha Christie1943Save It For LaterNate Powell2021Ports and Happy HavensEthel Turner1912MarchNate Powell2013The Labours of HerculesAgatha Christie1939Evil under the SunAgatha Christie1941

Oh Jonathon!

June Books


Seven Little Australians 

Ethel Turner



The Family at Misrule

Ethel Turner



From a Chair in the Sun

AT Yarwood



Told by Peter

Mary Grant Bruce



The Ruby Princess

Duncan McNab




Jean Webster



Dick Lester of Kurrajong

Mary Grant Bruce



Dear Enemy

Jean Webster




John Rowe Townsend



Judy and Punch

Ethel Turner



Little Mother Meg

Ethel Turner



Rossiter's Farm

Mary Grant Bruce



The Cousin from Town

Mary Grant Bruce



On Basilisk Station

David Weber



Travellers nthe Third Reich

Julia Boyd




Loia McMaster Bujiold



The Thirteen Problems

Agatha Christie



My Family and Other Animals

Gerald Durrell



Three Act Tragedy

Agatha Christie


Oh Jonathon!

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If it turns out that this random female partner at the law firm representing Porter is the only person who loses a job as the result of this, I will explode with anger.

Oh Jonathon!

Australian slavery

I saw memorials to the blackbirded labourers (aka slaves) in Queensland in the 1990s. Not metropolitan elite Queensland – in like local history museums in northern Queensland adjacent to photos of Jo Bjelke Peterson.
Oh Jonathon!

Kenneth Grahame, Dream Days (1895)

I shall begin this review, with a quote by AA Milne. In his lesser known life (the entirety of his non-Winnie the Pooh writing), he reviewed books, including these comments on Kenneth Grahame.

'...I am going to speak of another discovery; of a book which should be a classic, but is not; of a book of which nobody has heard…. It [is] the last published book of a well-known writer. When I tell you his name you will say, “Oh yes! I love his books!” and you will mention So-and-So and Such-and-Such. But when I ask you if you ave read this book, you will profess surprise, and say that you have never heard of it….

Well, the writer of my book is Kenneth Grahame. You have heard of him? Good, I thought so. The books you have read are *The Golden Age* and *Dream Days*. Am I right? Thank you. But the book you have not read... is The Wind in the Willows. Am I right again? I was afraid so.'

This is the exact opposite of the current state of affairs, when Grahame is known solely for *The Wind in the Willows*. Much the same has happened with Milne.

The Wind in the Willows is a wonderful book, a strange combination of whimsy and chaotic energy.

His earlier works, Dream Days (1898) and The Golden Age (1895) are 100% whimsical. The books are a description of childhood, entirely nostalgic, entirely a paean to the joys of childhood now vanished.

The book lacks the energy that Toad brings to *The Wind in the Willows*; all that is left is the beautiful melancholy that Ratty and Mole have. It is a pretty book, but it lacks the touch of greatness of *The Wind in the Willows*.