I love old things, and I especially love collecting vintage religious icons – pictures mostly, things of beauty. Today, this very moment, I have just picked up my latest find and, dear reader, it seems to have a lovely little mystery attached to it…
On the back of this lovely gilded wooden frame (approx. 32cm high and 14cm wide) featuring an angel with a trumpet are the remnants of a letter written on 22 December, 192- to a Miss Owen, sent with warmest wishes and deepest thanks from a number of Japanese people. The year is partially obscured because the paper has been cropped at some point and glued to the back. The yellowing paper is delicate, probably too much so to pull the letter from the frame.
My Dear Miss Owen,
We are sending you a Christmas angel with our warmest greetings and best wishes for the New Year.
So who is Miss Owen? What did she do? And who was the group that sent this beautiful gift to her?
I bought this piece from another collector in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney, Australia, and she’s also none the wiser to its origins. I can only surmise that Miss Owen is Australian, but of course, she could easily be British, Canadian, Kiwi or some other nationality altogether.
I’m a little in awe of the synchronicity – a Christmas angel gifted to another has fallen into my hands almost 100 years later to the very day!
So do you know who Miss Owen is? Are you a relative? Do you know any of the senders? Can you help with the spelling of the Japanese names? I may have bumbled some of them as the legibility varies.
Drop me a line and let me know. A history mystery is the very best kind!
And may I take this moment to wish you and yours a Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year in 2017.
‘Initiation’ is a blisteringly raw autobiography that reflects not only on a personal journey but a fascinating social history of occult Australia.
Ly de Angeles is many things but readers of her books (or those for whom she has read the tarot) will know her as a witch and psychic, and a magical veteran of the antipodean witchcraft scene.
In print Ly comes across as smart and fierce and more than a little wild, with a disarming frankness whether speaking of politics or personal relationships. She’s a champion of Celtic history, a swordswoman and martial arts practitioner, and so much more. Forget the ‘Renaissance man’, Ly offers up an alternative portrait – one of a curious mind twinned with a strong and determined spirit, a scholar, a poet and a modern-day gypsy with a feverish passion for myth and life.
And life for Ly has been a series of initiations from girl to woman, woman to witch, witch to mother, mother to warrior, warrior to scholar – not that all of these passages have been mutually exclusive.
Underneath this story is a steady thrumming, an undeniable and potent energy pouring from the pages. There are many lessons to be learned here, and knowledge to be shared about birth, life, death and everything between and beyond. Predictions manifest, frequently. As do challenges. But Ly’s human too; making the same mistakes we all do, but learning from them as she finds and breaks with destructive patterns and partnerships.
Ly dispenses with the blinkers of convention and deftly explores the world’s liminal spaces and places, guided by intuition, ancestry and an animistic kinship to the natural world. ‘Initiation’ makes for an engaging memoir, certainly the best I have read in a long time.
Can’t find time to write? Snatching at the coat-tails of the day? Me too.
I start early and finish late, but there’s no writing studio like the quiet carriage in the Blue Mountains train. A couple of hours snatched at either end of the working day is better than nothing. That would be between 6.30am-8.30am and 5.30pm-7.30pm!
November was action-packed. And hot! I attended the Sydney Storytellers event at the Stoneleigh Hotel, an immersive installation set up in a historic building in Kensington Street, Sydney (renamed ‘Spice Alley’, for those in the know, and bursting with tasty, colourful eateries).
New Zealand-based Stoneleigh Wines was behind the venture and ensured the vino was flowing all night, complemented by a giant cheese platter. It was one of the hottest evenings I’ve spent in Sydney and there were many shiny faces as we tried to compensate for the humidity by drinking more chilled sauvignon blanc (perhaps not the wisest move, there was a slight hangover the next day). All in all, it was a brilliant night. Wine and writing, the ultimate pairing!
November means Nanowrimo, but despite my best effort, I didn’t quite nail those 50,000 elusive words. I blame work. And stuff. General tiredness. Sunshine and flowers. Distractions. Food. But it was still a pretty productive time. I was still writing and progressing my urban fantasy piece.
I’ve also been trialling Grammarly’s free Grammar Checker app. Occasionally it’s distracting, particularly when it tells me to change my words to American spellings (sorry American friends, for us it’s colour not color). On the whole, though, it’s a neat little tool that, I’m pleased to say, I don’t have to rely on too often – only when I type too fast and leave a litany of typos in my wake.
Some great books found me in November.
Superfluous Murder by Hazel Holt (Macmillan London) – I’d previously never heard of Hazel, mother of novelist Tom Holt, who wrote a series of books based around a village detective character not unlike Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple mysteries. Holt’s Sheila Malory is a slightly more modern, and younger, take on the elderly single female sleuth. The style is engaging and the twist/murderer reveal, while I picked it, would have been a pretty fresh take in 1995 when this was first published. I found this book up at my local train station book exchange for free, so I’ll be chasing up Holt’s other books online.
The Three Miss Allens by Victoria Purman (Harlequin Mira) – This is a story that spans generations and families with plenty of romance and history, not to mention a mystery! (Some unintentional rhyming going on there.) The book is set in one of my favourite time periods, the 1930s, and follows Roma Harris in the present-day as she moves to the small town of Remarkable Bay in South Australia. Roma runs into her distant cousin Addy who, like her, is bunkering down and taking time out from life. When the pair discover an old guest book with a family name they don’t recognise, they set out to solve a family mystery.
Wayward Pines trilogy by Blake Crouch (Thomas & Mercer) – It’s hard to convey just how much I enjoyed this series. As thrillers go, it certainly was a heart-pounding read. I actually had to put one of the books down as I was reading it in bed and knew with my heart rate skyrocketing the way it was, I’d never go to sleep! I devoured the books in the space of 10 days, fitting in readings on train journeys and before bed. I’d recommend writers seeking to improve their pacing and sense of suspense use these books as a template for manipulating the blood pressure of readers. Now I’m hunting down the new Wayward Pines Fox adaptation starring Matt Dillon and directed by M. Night Shyamalan.
October was a relatively quiet month – I went camping with some friends, had a friend from interstate come stay, and did some exploring close to home. I love living in a national park, there’s so much to see and do here, it’s never dull. And Spring was springing all over the place – we chanced across some amazing waratahs in bloom. I also had a bit of home time and pawed through boxes of old books, some I’ve been carting around since I was 10 years old! Sadly the rats in the shed also enjoyed some of my books, turning my old paperbacks into true pulp fiction.
A bit of progress on the writing front with some short stories and a larger story arc. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to keep re-reading your work. Listen to all of those gurus who tell you just to purge the story from your mind before you set about reworking sentences and perfecting dialogue. The muses won’t linger…
October was a good month for books.
Dead Water by Ngaio Marsh (St Martins)– I love new reads but I compulsively pick up lots of vintage mysteries thanks to my local train station book exchange and the many antique and op shops I haunt on a regular basis. New Zealand-born Ngaio Marsh is one of the four original ‘queens of crime’ – the others being Agatha Christie, Dorothy L. Sayers and Margery Allingham. Dead Water starts off with a village miracle (or is it?), which divides the islanders. When a murder occurs, it draws the attention of Inspector Alleyn. A golden age whodunnit, we sort through the red herrings and suspects one by one before our killer gets the collywobbles and…well, you’ll just have to read it.
Pagan Spring by GM Malliet (Minotaur Books) – I am a solid fan of GM Malliet whose wit and beautiful writing make reading her Max Tudor novels such a delight. Max is a priest and ex-MI5 agent who left the grim work of a spy to pursue a spiritual calling. Thankfully Max is an Anglican (potential for wedding bells!) so the books include a bit of romance with the local pagan hippy shop owner Awena Owen. In Pagan Spring, a washed-up actor returns to Nether Monkslip and is later found dead. Max must investigate to restore order to his picture-postcard English village. Malliet is also the author of the St Just mysteries (which I’ve also dipped into) and a writer to follow. The first book in that series, Death of a Cozy Writer (we’ll forgive the American spelling just this once), picked up an Agatha Award. Let me quote the New York Times here because this pretty much sums up the author and her writing: “There are certain things you really want to have in a village mystery: a pretty setting, a tasteful murder, an appealing sleuth, a festive event, some eccentric locals, a dash of humor and maybe a nice map. G. M. Malliet delivers…” She sure does!
Jambusters: The story of the Women’s Institute in the Second World War by Julie Summers (Simon & Schuster) – For historians, historical re-enactors, feminists and Home Fires fans, this book is a must! Julie Summers’ history of the Women’s Institute and its amazing work during the war years in Britain is absolutely fascinating. There was nothing this army of women couldn’t do to keep those proverbial home fires burning while their menfolk were away fighting in the trenches. I can see why the book was the springboard for the equally engaging TV series Home Fires (sadly axed after two seasons). Julie is the author of many books including Fashion on the Ration, which is next on my history reading list.
Spring in the Blue Mountains is quite the occasion. The European plantings explode into leaf and bloom, creating a riot of colour amid the ever-present blueish haze that inspired the area’s name. I took the opportunity to visit the Leura Gardens Festival and it was…bloody freezing! But beautiful. And, in the case of Blue Vista (pictured above), quite breathtaking. Great weather for bulbs. And hot chocolate, soup, cake and wood fires.
Not so much. You’ll see why.
September was indulgent. A HUGE reading month. Lots of Elly Griffiths and Ben Aaronovitch goodness! Talk about a binge. This is what happens when, in the winter months, the weather is nippy and you’re stuck inside with online access to your bank account and numerous online bookstores. Several weeks later the bounty arrives. Bookageddon!
The Elly Griffiths books – I love the Dr Ruth Galloway series. As a one-time archaeology student and crime novel fan, the series is a delightful fusion of all the things I enjoy in a suspenseful read. There’s even a bit of illicit romance and some pagan hijinks. And the body count is especially high given all of the neolithic remains littering Galloway’s Norfolk neighbourhood. Rather than give a rundown of every title, I’ll just say that as a series, there is a strong ensemble cast, the characters mature nicely as the books progress, and the plots have a wonderful mysterious-verging-on-the-supernatural edge. Fans of Phil Rickman will especially enjoy the series.
The Ben Aaronovitch books – As you get older you can convince yourself that you have found all the good writers there are to find, and you’ll never, ever, ever feel passionately about another writer’s work again. Hah! I had Aaronovitch’s first book in his Rivers of London series on my wishlist for a long time. A really long time. I finally bought it and sat it on the shelf for an equally long time, mostly because my dear friend Erina had read it before me and loathed it (although her sister loved it). Hmmm. I was torn. Eventually one week I ran out of other books to read and Rivers of London made the great train journey east with me on a foggy Monday morning and – shazam – I had a new favourite. The books catalogue the adventures of PC Peter Grant, who stumbles upon a world of wizards and magic sitting cheek-by-jowl with urban London. Peter, and policing, will never be the same again. I quickly snapped up the rest in the series and zipped through them like a packet of Tim-Tams. Ahhhhh.