A great witty, brainy web site that I never heard of before, called www.janesguide.com gave me a wonderful, blush-making write-up today, linking to my site and even mentioning this blog — which is my first clue ever that anybody has actually read it. Hooray and thanks so much, especially to Vamp, who wrote the blurb, and inspiring me to pass it forward in the form of more links to my own recent personal raindrops-on-roses-and-whiskers-on-kittens favorites . . .
Continuing on to one of the high points for me from the San Francisco International Film Festival, which just ended today, sadly. I don’t know how long they keep the movie listings online, so the links may break at any time, but for today, there’s still a link to Lower City (Ciudad baixa), a triangular love story that manages to be fabulously sexy, deeply romantic, gorgeous to the eye, and wonderfully compassionate all at the same time. I don’t know if it’ll be released in the United States (Michael and I try to see things at the festival that that haven’t yet gotten commercial distributors), but if it is, you shouldn’t miss it.
Moving along to romance novels, I’m way behind in praising my friend Nita Abrams’ latest, The Spy’s Reward. Nita does what I think a historical romance author should do — she goes to our familiar Neverland (in her case, as often in mine, the Regency England of a gazillion romance novels) and tells you something about the men and women behind the pop-fiction curtain. In her case, it’s the Jews of the period — her Meyer-Roth family draws on the history of the Rothschilds, of course in a sexy romantic version, but I still love a Neverland that gives you a little more than the familiar and well-trodden. This culminating book in her Couriers Series is the one I’ve been waiting for, about Nathan Meyer — master spy, Napoleon’s nemesis, and sexy dad of romance hero and heroine James and Rachel. Nathan finally gets the happiness he deserves in this one and so does the reader. Though if there were really any justice in the world, Nathan would be played by Alan Rickman in a major motion picture soon opening at a theater near you.
The the other reason I love Nita’s books is that she does something I can’t do — she’s great at the rules of dueling and how muskets really fired and all that Napoleonic War guy stuff, and is deft and sweet and compassionate in her portrayal of male heroism of many varieties, suave, tortured, and adorably eccentric, clumsy, and unorthodox. Check her out if you haven’t already.
And if you’re in the San Francisco Bay Area, you’ll get a chance this weekend and next, to see my amazingly talented friends John Baumann and Jennifer Gwirtz performing in part of a larger presentation called Faith, Folly, and Revelation, about art, dance, faith, and religion. No, I don’t know more exactly what all it will be about either, but John and Jen have taken me places I couldn’t go by myself, and I’d love to have you along for the ride.
More good stuff later,