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Walked over to the Spadina Shoppers PO in the cold grey dank, with gunk on the wheels because melted snow + leaf detritus + mud/ clay from the many many condos a-building on Dupont. But parcel dispatched quickly, though my heart sank when I realized the one guy ahead of me had fifteen or so identical flat parcels to post and was in deep consultation with the clerk. Sat down to wait-- such useful things, Rollators-- but guy realized he couldn't mail his fifteen parcels the way he wanted, gathered them up, and went on his merry way. Luckily, because by that time there was a line of lunch-hour would-be mailers behind me. Still faster than the Bloor Shoppers for sure, but that's because there are fewer businesses and buildings on Dupont (see: condos a-building) than on Bloor, where the Shoppers is the ground floor of a high-rise apartment.
Then decided to try my luck on the Dupont bus and travelled back no problem at all. Could this be because I had a female driver who took things easy and asked me, getting on and off, if I was OK doing both? Oh, surely not, wottever gave you that idea?
I see there's a new anthology of Victorian detective fic. Have a hold on it, though the editor's article about compiling it gave me pause. He omits any Thorndyke because he can't take Austin Freeman's anti-semitism. Well, alright. But aside from the weird conviction that London's Jewish population tended to lisp, I thought Freeman was fairly well-disposed to his Jewish characters. Certainly they aren't all money lenders as in Sayers or money-obsessed as in Mitchell. And IIRC Thorndyke can read Yiddish, which is more than any other Golden Age detective can do.
Then decided to try my luck on the Dupont bus and travelled back no problem at all. Could this be because I had a female driver who took things easy and asked me, getting on and off, if I was OK doing both? Oh, surely not, wottever gave you that idea?
I see there's a new anthology of Victorian detective fic. Have a hold on it, though the editor's article about compiling it gave me pause. He omits any Thorndyke because he can't take Austin Freeman's anti-semitism. Well, alright. But aside from the weird conviction that London's Jewish population tended to lisp, I thought Freeman was fairly well-disposed to his Jewish characters. Certainly they aren't all money lenders as in Sayers or money-obsessed as in Mitchell. And IIRC Thorndyke can read Yiddish, which is more than any other Golden Age detective can do.
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Yes, but I believe Freddy wants the connection partly because the family is in finance. It's still very much Jews = money.