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The macrocosm is a dumpster fire that's spread to the neighbouring houses, but on the microcosmic scale, I find that the city has forgiven me three months and change worth of property taxes. This means I am rich! if not beyond the dreams of avarice, at least to the point that I need fear no dentist bill, since the insurance company is getting persnickety in what it will cover. As in that crown, which was supposed to cost me three hundred dollars, wanted a deposit of five. Yes well. Insurance companies are like that.
There was no google when I first read Terra Nostra: indeed, there was no internet. I knew there was something A/U going on because Elizabeth Tudor never married a Spaniard of any description. But I only now discover that Felipe II's father was not Felipe the Fair, husband of Mad Joanna, but a very prognathous Carlos of some numeration. These Habsburgs who were kings and/or emperors of half a dozen countries are an historical PITA. Luckily it's not my period. And equally, Felipe II was quite a different type than the one in the book. So Terra Nostra is not so much historical A/U as magical realist history.
There was no google when I first read Terra Nostra: indeed, there was no internet. I knew there was something A/U going on because Elizabeth Tudor never married a Spaniard of any description. But I only now discover that Felipe II's father was not Felipe the Fair, husband of Mad Joanna, but a very prognathous Carlos of some numeration. These Habsburgs who were kings and/or emperors of half a dozen countries are an historical PITA. Luckily it's not my period. And equally, Felipe II was quite a different type than the one in the book. So Terra Nostra is not so much historical A/U as magical realist history.