skygiants: Audrey Hepburn peering around a corner disguised in giant sunglasses, from Charade (sneaky like hepburnninja)
As soon as I read [personal profile] rachelmanija's review of Dorothy Gilman's A Nun in the Closet I announced to myself and to the world I'M GONNA READ THIS NUN BOOK and indeed reading this nun book was one of the best decisions I've made this month.

The plot: an impoverished nunnery housing seventeen exceedingly cloistered nuns suddenly learns that they have inherited a large estate in upstate New York! Sister John and Sister Hyacinthe are sent to Investigate!

Sister John: good at most things; enthusiastic about pretty much all things; Has Perfect Faith
Sister Hyacinthe: good at plants and very little else; enthusiastic about plants and very little else; given an unfortunate introduction in which Dorothy Gilman explains that she is part Native American and (implication: as a result) fey and superstitious and considered deeply strange by everyone in the nunnery but then turns out to be a perfectly normal nun with a very reasonable sense of self-preservation (especially as compared with Sister John)

In short order, Sisters John and Hyacinthe discover:
- an extraordinarily large sum of money hidden in the well ("God's plan!" says Sister John)
- a man with a gunshot wound bleeding out in the closet ("what if people come looking for him?" says Sister Hyacinthe; "if we dub him Sister Ursula and then tell everyone we've just got an extra nun around the place it's kind of sort of not technically lying," says Sister John)
- a revolving door concealing a hidden room in the cellar ("this sort of thing is so upsetting for Sister Hyacinthe," sighs Sister John)
- massive quantities of mysterious white powder in the pantry ("who needs that much sugar?" says Sister John, "oh well, we can make sugar cookies!" ...thankfully they are interrupted before they actually make sugar cookies)
- a collection of friendly hippies living on the outer grounds trying to make a go at sustainable farming ("our siblings in cloistered ascetism!" says Sister John; "LET'S TALK ABOUT PLANTS," says Sister Hyacinthe)

Meanwhile, Sister John befriends the most political-but-disillusioned of the hippies, discovers 1970s protest movements, and starts campaigning on behalf of migrant workers, leaving Sister Hyacinthe with wounded Sister Ursula and a phalanx of hippies to defend the house against a series of very-helpful salesmen who seem to want to gain entry FOR SOME MYSTERIOUS REASON, WHAT COULD IT BE.

I love the nuns, I love the hippies, I love that both nuns AND hippies are actually taken quite seriously in their ideals and their desire to somehow improve a deeply flawed world, more nun-hippie adventures please and thank you!

My favorite character (aside from the nuns) is Alfie, the hippie who happens to be helping them fix the plumbing when they discover the secret room in the cellar. He's so excited about it that Sisters John and Hyacinthe start feeling vaguely guilty every time they make a new sinister house discovery and Alfie isn't there to appreciate it; it just brings him such joy!

My other other favorite character is the less-cloistered young political nun that Sister John bonds with jail, who (as Sister John is delighted to discover) belongs to a feminist nun union.
skygiants: Princess Tutu, facing darkness with a green light in the distance (ooooh)
Speaking of brain candy, have I mentioned I am still working my way through the Mrs. Pollifax books? Because I am! I have a backlog of about four right now that I haven't written up, so let's see how much I remember.

Mrs. Pollifax on Safari: this is the one where Mrs. Pollifax gets sent to be a Cheerful Photographing Tourist in Africa, and then there are freedom fighters. I vaguely recall this one being sadly but unsurprisingly more problematic than some Mrs. Pollifaxes. Also notable for being The One Where She Acquires A Permanent Boyfriend! On the one hand, this is cute; on the other hand I am sort of sad that she no longer gets to run around having UST with Bulgarian rebels.

Mrs. Pollifax on the China Station: this is the one where Mrs. Pollifax gets to be in an odd-couple spy partner dynamic in order to rescue a guy from a labor camp, which is kind of delightful. AND THEN SHE RODE A RUNAWAY HORSE.

Mrs. Pollifax and the Hong Kong Buddha: This is the one with GRITTY REALISM! Mrs. Pollifax is TORTURED BY TERRORISTS! But she can still knock people unconscious with a single karate punch, so don't worry, there isn't all that much gritty realism. I also enjoyed the polite ordinary psychic gentleman.

Mrs. Pollifax and the Golden Triangle: This is the one where Mrs. Pollifax's husband is, hilariously, a total kidnapped damsel in distress and she runs around trying to rescue him! Sadly it is also the one where the holiest and most enlightened Buddhist monk in Thailand is, of course, a white dude.
skygiants: Sokka from Avatar: the Last Airbender peers through an eyeglass (*peers*)
I have been continuing my read of the Mrs. Pollifax books, which have in their turn been continuing to fill me with delight!

The Elusive Mrs. Pollifax is the one in which Mrs. Pollifax is sent to quietly deliver some passports to help revolutionaries escape from Bulgaria, sort of accidentally ends up rescuing a whole bunch of political prisoners from a HIGHLY GUARDED FACILITY instead, because that's what happens when you send Mrs. Pollifax into a situation and her superiors should know this by now!

Especially entertaining vaguely spoilery factors )

A Palm for Mrs. Pollifax is the one in which Mrs. Pollifax goes to have a nice stay at a health resort and spa in Switzerland in order to locate STOLEN PLUTONIUM, and while she's there she meets a hyperactive child and also a jewel thief who is unrelated to the entire plutonium incident but gets cheerfully blackmailed by Mrs. Pollifax into staying and helping her out anyway, because Mrs. Pollifax never met a Cary Grant expy that she didn't like.

I am sort of torn on the actual plot for this one, because on the one hand it features your standard Fundamentalist Muslim Terrorist from Imaginary Arabic Country, but on the other hand it also features several intelligent, sympathetic and proactive characters from Imaginary Arabic Country who play just as much of a role in thwarting the evil plot as Mrs. Pollifax does, which is at least several steps improved from most plots involving the standard Fundamentalist Muslim Terrorist. Also: Team Mrs. Pollifax, Hyperactive Child, and Jewel Thief is really adorable.

And while I was reading Unlikely Ladies Fight Crime, I thought I might like to reread Lloyd Alexander's Vesper Holly books and picked up The Illyrian Adventure. I had forgotten how much - well, okay. For those who are unfamiliar with the Vesper Holly books, they are narrated by Brinnie, a nice middle-aged Dr. Watson-ish gentleman who has just become the guardian of an independently wealthy orphaned redheaded sixteen-year-old girl who speaks five languages, fires a pistol excellently, and gets into numerous Indiana Jones-ish adventures. They are everything that you would expect.

I can see why I loved Vesper Holly when I was ten! I think perhaps I am slightly too old for the sheer sugar-rush wish-fulfillment that is Vesper Holly now; I find myself identifying much more with Brinnie when he is like "Vesper NO let's please NOT break in to observe THE TOP-SECRET RITUAL, it is RUDE." So I do not think I will be rereading the whole series, and will instead move on to a reread of the Prydain Chronicles, which I have also been meaning to do. But if you do feel like reading some Indiana Jones adventures staring an infallible red-headed teenaged heroine - and sometimes we all get in those moods! - then these are the books for you.
skygiants: Princess Tutu, facing darkness with a green light in the distance (bitchface)
At least a year ago and possibly two, [livejournal.com profile] genarti enthusiastically recced me the Mrs. Pollifax books and sold me pretty much right away by telling me that they were about a sweet little old lady SPY. HOWEVER I nobly and valiantly held off on diving for them because I was already in the middle of two mystery series' at the time and wanted to finish them before I picked up anything else.

But now I have finished those two series, which means that it is Mrs. Pollifax's turn! And WHAT A TURN IT IS.

Basically, widowed senior citizen Mrs. Pollifax wakes up one morning and says to herself, "My life is essentially meaningless right now and I am bored of the Garden Society. What could I do to spice things up? I know! I will JOIN THE CIA."

So she books it down to Washington DC and wanders politely into the CIA building to present her resume. And the CIA, being currently rather in need of an innocent tourist type, is just like ". . . okay!" and promptly sends her off to Mexico to buy souvenirs for her grandchildren and also pick up secret documents. Hijinks, of course, ensue.

The first book, The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax, gets her LOCKED UP in a SECRET DUNGEON in ALBANIA, where she promptly befriends all the jailors and gets them to take her for nice walks and give her guidebooks. (Meanwhile, her James Bond-esque Super Agent CIA sidekick is tortured for information. Mrs. Pollifax is like 'um, sorry about that . . .') The most notable thing about this one is spoiler! )

So that was fun, but I loved the second book, The Amazing Mrs. Pollifax, even more! First of all it features not one but TWO awesome elderly-lady spies, since Mrs. Pollifax gets sent to Istanbul to rendezvous with a double agent who after a long career as a femme fatale would JUST LIKE TO RETIRE if people would just stop hunting her around Turkey, jeez. Second of all, hilariously, Mrs. Pollifax has been taking KARATE LESSONS in between her Garden Club meetings, so every so often she just takes out an unsuspecting villain with a karate chop that inevitably knocks them unconscious. YES, IT IS THAT EASY. Third, instead of an Experienced Agent, her sidekick on this one is a blundering British photographer who gets tied up in the whole thing completely by accident, and makes hilariously shocked faces every time Mrs. Pollifax casually orders someone about at gunpoint or makes plans to dispose of the dead body in her car. "And you seemed like such a nice old lady!" And to be fair, she really is, it's just that she's a nice old lady who's unusually unflustered by dead bodies popping up in the back of the car. (Even her superiors are constantly like "OH NO! WHERE IS THAT POOR OLD LADY? SHE'S DISAPPEARED, AND WE'VE ONLY FOUND . . . HER FLORAL HAT." And then she pops up weeks later with a cheery note and they're like "?????")

The books were written in the '60s, and it is worth warning for occasional awkward racism - although so far it's usually been subverted - and totally unsubverted shiny-eyed sentiments about the POWER of DEMOCRACY and the EVILS of COMMUNISM. They also wholeheartedly embrace the tropes of the Globe-Trotting Adventure Novel; everywhere Mrs. Pollifax goes is very scenic and exotic and exciting. Then again, the books are largely from Mrs. Pollifax's perspective, and before becoming a CIA agent the poor woman had spent her whole life in New Jersey, so I suppose this is reasonable really.

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