We are "suffering" through a cold spell. It did not get above 70 today. And the rain is dumping down on us in huge downpours. Well, we have to have enough of it to reach our 120 inches of normal yearly precipitation.
This circumstance is causing us to drink hot tea and watch a lot more videos than we usually do. We are engrossed in the Wallender series, the one in Swedish, which we really like, although I must say the carnage in the last episode we watched was a little much. It did upset me in that episode, Arvet, when the woman brained her sister with a poker.
A program I won't watch is Downton Abbey. One episode was enough. It's because I'm an anglophobe, at least where upper middle class Brits are concerned (I never knew any of the out of sight aristocrats) after being patronized once too often by these ex-pat twits in Switzerland. "Oh, you have to get to Pompeii early, before the Americans get there." I think it was the clever high-class anti-Semitism I hated the most, though. "Tom Stoppard, that Jew," said one upward striving matron to me once. Such stuff is not really forgivable.
Stately homes and naughty doings. Closeted gays and saucy maidservants. Why does anyone think that's interesting? The last BBC drama production I really liked was the first version of Galsworthy's Forsythe Saga. It came out in the late 60's and was a masterpiece. Looks like it's free on Amazon Instant Video. Think I'll watch it and see if it holds up as being as good as I thought it was then. I think it will. Isn't the Internet the most amazing new thing since the automobile, or maybe the jet plane!? I guess not new to the young people, but I remember how hard it was to find things and how you had to collect books and records and so on, and now it's just all out there on the 'net.
I also loved the video productions based on Catherine Cookson's novels. Some of these are available on Netflix. Her heroines are lower class women: housemaids, farmgirls, daughters of small shopkeepers and so on, who rise through their own efforts. There is a good deal of class tension and domestic strife, which is always resolved to everyone's satisfaction. And the charm of the people of northern England is great. Love those accents. In these dramas I see people in somewhat romanticized everyday situations which draw me in and where women are firmly in the center of their own lives. And they always get the man of their dreams, too, much as Catherine Cookson herself did. Here she is with her beloved husband, Tom.
Dame Catherine Cookson DBE (née McMullen) (27 June 1906 – 11 June 1998) was a British author. She became the United Kingdom's most widely read novelist, with sales topping 100 million, while retaining a relatively low profile in the world of celebrity writers. Her books were inspired by her deprived youth in South Tyneside, North East England, the setting for her novels.