". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Books - Mundanity - Movie Night

      . . . . Continuing to read with increasing pleasure Sybille Bedford's A Visit to Don Antonio: A Mexican Journey, which she and her girlfriend? lover? companion? all of the above, made from NYC, where they'd been living, initially to Mexico City, from where they began moving outwards, in 1953.  

Leon Trotsky's house in Coyocán, where he was assassinated in 1940.

 With his gravestone,
the house is now a museum, though it wasn't yet when Sybille Bedford visited.

Another Coyocán resident, Frida Kahlo, was still living, barely. She died in 1954

I'm rather baffled how to delineate why this book is something I'm liking so much.  Partly because the events happened so far in the past now as to be an historical resource, partly because I've been to some -- not all -- of the places she and E go to (E. is what Bedford discreetly names her in the narrative).  I've also taken buses across Mexico, on the very route between Vera Cruz and Mexico City, though my first class, complete with wifi, a selection of television programs, films and music -- and air conditioning -- was surely much more luxurious than theirs. Bedford love-hate for air conditioning is an ongoing motif, which I enjoy. That's only of of the concerns her list-of-every-detail-compulsion which runs through the narrative.  Her compression of the history of Maximillian in Mexico to a single paragraph sparked in me no end of admiration, done almost entirely as a list.

As if I didn't have already and amply supply of books to read right now, today picked up from the library the latest Donna Leon's Commissario Brunetti mystery, Transient Desires (2021).  This is the perfect reading for tomorrow at the hair salon.  Getting cut and style, plus full highlighting.  I'd gotten the hair cut and styled back in the fall of 2020. And that's been it, since February, 2020. 

Next up, the dentist and opthomologist, though that is going to take a while: appointments available are rather far into the late spring - early summer.

So many -- I dunno, what do we call all these little jobs put off for over a year, that normally we do regularly, like taking our shoes in to get heel and toe protectors, buying new underwear, etc? I used to call them errands, because one would just d them in the course of the day of getting groceries etc. But after over a year of not doing them at all, they seem more like jobs than errands.

We did some of those along with the library errand, as well as getting groceries at Morton Williams.  Came home, had lunch.  The predicted rain is expected any moment. So, just a day.  An average, normal day.  Not since 2016 has there been one of those.

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     . . . . Tomorrow night Postmambo initiates its monthly Movie Night!

As a prelude to NOLA Reconnect, we eased into it with something we call Movie Night. A low-key cyber-cinematheque, watching a relevant non-fiction movie on Vimeo together with conversation afterwards on Zoom. Movie Night turned out great. So, I'm pleased to announce, we're going to have Postmambo Movie Night on the third Thursday of every month for the rest of 2021. Which means that --

===>>> this Thursday night, April 15, at 7 p.m. Central Daylight Time (8 pm Eastern), we're going to watch

This is a documentary, shot over a period of twenty years, about the charanga Las Maravillas de Mali, formed by a group of Malian music students in mid-60s Havana, whose best-known member, Boncana Maiga, subsequently directed the famous Africando recordings in the '90s, including the global dance hit "Yay Boy." Much of the film takes place in Bamako.
Conversing with us after the screening will be special guest Banning Eyre -- my longtime colleague at Afropop Worldwide, author of In Griot Time and general go-to Mali expert -- conversing with us after the screening. I also will share a little footage from Las Maravillas de Mali's reunion in Havana during Jazz Plaza Festival in 2019.

Saturday, April 10, 2021

Ache and Yawn

     . . . .  In case I had a heavy reaction to second anti-virus injection, put in a variety of reading to chose from.

Which I'm glad I did.

Was asleep by 10:30 last night.  Didn't get out of bed until noon.  But I remain fatigued as well as arm very sore from shoulder, and even twinges down to wrist.  I'm light-headed and fuzzy thinking. Judging by others' similar experience with their second Modern injection, I assume these symptoms will go away by tomorrow evening. 

I took some Tylenol, which has helped, except 

These are the books I chose to choose from:

- Andrew Birkin's J.M Barrie and the Lost Boys: The Real Story Behind Peter Pan (1979 in England, in tandem, sort of, with the BBC, with his award winning British television trilogy based on the book.  It's been updated more than once. Published only in 2003 in the US. The later editions include more extensive visual material than the previous ones, as well as some materials not included in the trilogy of films because he hadn't stumbled upon them yet.

- Sybille Bedford's A Visit to Don Otavio: A Mexican Journey (1953; Bruce Chatwin's Intro, 1986) -- "...a travel book written by a novelist ..."

- Nick Bryant's When America Stopped Being Great: A History of the Present (2021).  The author is a Brit, so there is bite, wit, and glee, as well as research.  

- Marie Vieux-Chauvet's Dance On The Volcano (1957. Translated from French into English in 2016. This is an historical novel, whose chronological location is late 18th century San Domingue -- to become Haiti. One of the protagonist's is a successful mixed race opera star, whose talent takes her across racial barriers and social barriers. It's different for her sister.  As the Revolution inexorably draws in upon the privileged castes and classes, social and political consciousness / awareness develops. This is a brilliant period to locate an historical novel with depth;  the theater and opera were wildly popular in pre-Revolutionary San Domingue, performed by highly talented artists, both home-grown and visiting from France and Europe -- and well-paid, many of them.  I've wanted to read this novel for a long time.

The hilarious thing is I have all this reading I can choose from, but all I want to do is get back in bed, and listen to an audio book, because holding the book and reading it too much work.  Beyond that, nothing feels real, more like I'm still dreaming.  Good grief!  Ya wanna talk privilege?  I have got some, all right!

Friday, April 9, 2021

The Times They Are a'Changing

     . . . . Stupid North Dakota senate passes anti-mask mandate. ND’s gonna hang with stupid Texas, u betcha!

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I received my second Moderna dose just now, late afternoon.

The Stanton St. Ctr. where I got my shots is far better organized, faster and more efficient than the Walgreens pharmacies where el V and some others we know got his. No confirmation of either appointment made or appointment filled. No reminder of appointment sent, no confirmation of first or second doses.

Whereas at the lower east side center -- some abandoned large space -- I received all of those.

Between arrival and getting signed in, it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes, then the 15 minutes sitting in case of reaction.  As I'd arrived early I was out of there before my 'actual' appointment time! A fretful, indecisive April Shower followed me all the way back home while Friday night weekend rush hour traffic (at the same density as it was on a Friday night before the pandemic, again)  headed for bridges and tunnel. This was about a mile, well, rather more than that, but still quite walkable, A downpour would have been a miserable conclusion to the experience, thus very grateful that didn't happen.  I'd not carried a 'brolly, as rain was predicted for tomorrow, not today. When I got back home, the confirmation of second vaccination was in the email, with the batch# of vaccine from which the vaccine I was given was taken.  

Now, I wait and see what if anything happens.  Bottle of Tylenol here by computer screen. 

I'm trying to process that this has really happened, after the unspeakably frustrating, difficult and prolonged attempts and process to get appointments, we've both gotten our two shots, and in two more weeks we can meet a friend (outside) at our old watering hole, and have a drink. OTOH, I'm not sure either of us knows how to communicate in a purely social f2f situation any longer.  The only other person with whom we've had such interaction throughout all this is wonderful, splendid, anchor-rock, Ben. 

It's going to be another journey into the unknown, how we navigate the world in another two weeks. We are not back to normal -- despite the volume of vehicular traffic going into and out of the City, but we're no longer in the conditions within which we've existed for 13 months.

In the meantime Spring springs madly.  The tulips are up and blooming and are spectacular.  This year particularly about half of them seem to be the ruffled or 'pinked' variety (pinked meaning a kind of sewing shears used on fabric, not a color)

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Let's Read Again Like We Did Last Year ~~

      . . . . Frequently my mind fails to make sense to me. 

 How did I manage to choose Bagehot: The Life and Times of the Greatest Victorian (2019) by James Grant as the audio book to follow Pale Rider: The Spanish Flu of 1918 and How It Changed the World (2016) by Laura Spinney, and The Zealot and the Emancipator: John Brown, Abraham Lincoln, and the Struggle for American Freedom (2020) by H. W. Brands for my workouts?

So far my great take-away is that Bagehot was not only a prototype of what we in later times tend to call a libertarian / neo liberal.  He formalized the concept, and described in detail  the necessity of a Central Bank and its functions for a stable government.  He did the same for Constitutional Monarchy. This while, though they benefit from both, the 'lower orders,' the poor, the uneducated, are incapable of understanding either economics or constitutions, and certainly lack the capacity for making political and governing decisions. Needless to say that women as a class aren't even that much of a consideration, despite his respect for the intellects of many of the women of his acquaintance, including his own mother, who also suffered serious mental illness.

This brilliant fellow, a prodigy already as a very young child, could not add or subtract. Yet his family put him in charge the family banking business, when he hated everything else including the law for which he qualified among his many other professional credentials, realizing he wouldn't be able to pull a Disraeli and move from writing to holding office and becoming Prime Minister. The family business's great fortune is that he seems to have spent more time doing anything but banking, while remaining a writing demon as to output, and a polymath in terms of what he wrote about. Naturally, due to his writing about how to run a country's finances, he got sent to India to put its finances on solid footing.  How more British and Victorian than this may we get?

Bagehot was praised for cool wit and epigrammatic style, which author Grant does his best to exhibit in his own economic writing. Nor did Bagehot stint in praise for himself in his own writing, knowing he knew what others did not, and taking knowingly contrary political positions such as favoring Louis-Philippe's coup against the election and naming himself France's ruler for life. Bagehot inevitably reminds this reader of that thoroughly self-satisfied, thoroughly knowledgeable of his own superiority, that fellow likely only Tories today recall, William F. Buckley.

On the other hand, George Eliot quite adored Bagehot as a thinker and his friend.  But no one has suggested George Eliot didn't have a strong conservative bent herself -- except for herself, of course.

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Things do roll on, don't they. The period's royalties arrived, and so did spring, while winter, hopefully, is now departed for months.  El V got his second dose of Pfizer this afternoon.  He's currently lying down, but he generally feels sleepy before dinner so it probably means nothing.  I am making dinner, looking forward to my second dose of Moderna late Friday afternoon, and after dinner, I'm particularly looking forward to the HBO Max premiere of  the 4-part Exterminate All the Brutes.

In ‘Exterminate All the Brutes,’ Raoul Peck Takes Aim at White Supremacy

After the success of “I Am Not Your Negro,” HBO gave Peck carte blanche for his next big project. What resulted is a sweeping meditation on colonialism and the nature of truth itself. ... New York Times

Raoul Peck’s four-hour documentary for HBO is a dizzying retelling of the course of colonialism, slavery and genocide. ... New York Times

"....a Radical Masterpiece About White Supremacy, Violence and the History of the West" ... Time

This exploration of the "origin story of white supremacy" features two Revelators who have had deep effect on both el V's and my historical researches and formation of our historical perspective:  

" .... It takes its title from Swedish historian Sven Lindqvist’s ruminative 1992 book about his travels through postcolonial Africa, which in turn wrestles with the source of the quote “exterminate all the brutes”: Joseph Conrad’s immortal novella Heart of Darkness. Peck also draws heavily on historian and activist Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz’s An Indigenous People’s History of the United States and Haitian anthropologist Michel-Rolph Trouillot’s Silencing the Past: The Power and Production of History. In each episode, he credits himself as having made the series “together with” all three scholars, even though Trouillot died in 2012 and Lindqvist in 2019."

Seeing Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz involved in this already highly praised non-dramatic, history series, feels particularly personal since she accepted on our behalf and read our "Thank you very much for this honor" for the 2016 American Book Award for The American Slave Coast: A History of the Slave Breeding Industry, as we weren't able to make it out to California for the event.  But it's particularly satisfying because Dunbar-Ortiz is a true pioneer of this kind of work.  When she began, it didn't exist, within or without academia.  Now, because of hers and others devoting their lives to inventing a methodology to study and recover history that has been both disappeared and denied, to see her, at her age, receiving this kind of recognition is truly exciting.

A quote from Michel-Rolph Trouillot is at the top of this Fox Home blog, as it has since the beginning.

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Books, History, Asparagus, etc.

      . . . . Downloaded a really well done PDF of Owen Wister's Roosevelt: Portrait of a Friendship 1880 - 1919 (1930).  I can cut and paste out of it for the essay I'm working on, of the Gilded Age's boys who wouldn't grow up -- yet ran everything.  So like today.

Theodore Roosevelt, sophomore at Harvard

Even more so this time around reading Wister's book, the arrogant, casual white supremacy, bigotry, sexism leap out. 

Here we are, regarding the 'modern woman' already on page 10 -- recall the text proper doesn't start until page 4.

"Roosevelt’s mind was a great deal cleaner than the modern lip-stick girl." 

Quickly followed on page 14, in the context of their class's Hasty Pudding club theatricals, Ivanhoe as a musical production. This isn't the fault of Sir Walter Scott.

 "...Ellis Island had not yet diluted Harvard and imported Broadway into the college-spirit of our shows. Next day, the fame of Ivanhoe was all over Boston, and spread to New York."  

This is a dig at Jewish, Irish and Italian immigrants' own theaters, productions, writers and performers, that were very popular with 'proper' Americans too -- thus to Broadway.

One can never forget that Wister's grandfather was Pierce Butler, the largest slave holder in the south, before his bankruptcy that sent all the human property he owned to auction to clear his debts.

Fanny Kemble

His grandmother,  Fanny Kemble was a different sort of person. She left Butler due to slavery.  In her Journal of a Residence on a Georgian Plantation in 1838–1839, she left us an invaluable portrait of life in Jacksonian America's enslaved world, 

One cannot forget that Wister was a good friend to Thomas Dixon, the author of The Klansman: A Historical Romance of the Klu Klux Klan (1905), the third of his Klan trilogy, from which D.W. Griffith adapted the vile Birth of A Nation (1915). Spike Lee makes no bones about it. These books brought the revival of the KKK all across the US, which this time around was equally willing to lynch Catholics and immigrants as well African Americans.  Yet "journalists' etc. scratch their heads and wonder how such things as the murder of George Floyd, the beatings of elderly Asian American women, come to happen in this country.

One cannot forget either that Theodore Roosevelt's grandparents were Georgia plantation slaveowners, who sold a young girl to finance the lavish wedding at which they married off their daughter, Martha Bulloch to the New Yorker, Theodore Roosevelt Sr.  Needless to say, in boy Theodore's NYC home, he saw his mother and grandmother what they could to aid and succor the CSA's efforts during the War of the Rebellion.


Made a big kettle of split pea soup this morning. Cooked a sweet potato, mashed it, and folded it into the pea mixture of herbs, ground pork, carrots and red potatoes, plus some fresh squeezed lemon juice.  That sweet potato gave the rest of it a nice, silky texture, el V said.  “This might be the best split pea soup you’ve made yet!”  I have been making split pea soup for decades, so surely there had to be rivals in that time? What a splendid lunch -- especially with toast made in the new Toaster, a toaster than I now have.  Ha!

For the 6th time in the last 10 days we're having asparagus with dinner, accompanied by a bottle of Gruner Veltliner.  It's been a good spring for asparagus it seems; the Veltliners are plentiful in the local wine stores, good quality, and not expensive..

Best of all I was in the supermarket myself, picking out the asparagus -- myself.  I cannot believe the incredible pleasure I am feeling, shopping for groceries for myself in the stores, after over a year of not doing it.  Hey, I'm also a cheap date!  

I can't remember eating asparagus even once last spring; we weren't drinking anything then either except lots of tea, particularly herbals that promised soothing to the nerves.


Mail is definitely slower these days. We’d been notified by publisher the second half of last year’s royalties was in the mail. But the check only showed up today. Audio royalties still to come.


Recreational MJ was supposedly legalized today -- with enormous caveats as to who can and can't grow, buy, sell.  It will be just like the liquor licenses here -- very expensive, limited and mostly going to those who are deeply connected in the state's political apparatus.  It does nothing to make it easier for people to get access to medical mj either.  One still has to go through a gatekeeping 'state licensed to license medical MJ' physician -- yet another aspect of the necessity to be connected to the state political apparatus.  This requirement is really a license for the physicians who have them to print money.  A LOT OF MONEY.  They charge preposterous amounts to sign off on a form that they give you in their office to fill out.


France shutting down again, for three weeks, due to massive surge in new Covid-19 infections.  Our turn again, soon.  When will the a$$hat$ running things ever learn?  Open -- surge; close -- contain.


Still in the 60° range of temperature.  Overcast though, the predicted rain has felt imminent all day, but still holds off.  The western horizon looks as though rain is falling over there though.  Colder air coming in tomorrow night for a couple of days, They Say. 

Sunday, March 28, 2021

lil nas x: montero

       . . . . This is high on the list of "Wildest Things I've Seen Lately".  I am particularly fascinated by the Pole Dance Descent Into Infinity! 

How different from his previous, massive, international hit of 2019, "Old Town Road."

    . . . . April showers seem to have arrived early -- yet, it is Palm Sunday, as well as Bro's birthday. Bro got a big, layered ice cream birthday 'cake' instead of cake-cake, which suited him all the way down. One thing every member of this family agrees on (the only thing), it's ice cream, every single one of us, love ice cream.  My niece who turned 1 back in January, already loves ice cream too.

Because of the general damp I made brunch -- it is Sunday, after all.  Therefore experienced the great joy of toast, real toast, because el V got me a new toaster this week.  I've been without all pandemic because right at the start of StayHomeAloneWithEachOtherOnly he managed to set my toaster-oven on fire.  Not a short or anything like that.  But set the bottom of it, on the outside, on fire.  He's gotten a lot more acquainted with the stove and oven , and how they actually operate, in the months since.  

So ... Friday coming is Good Friday, which means then Easter Sunday, and the tradition that used to be to watch The Ten Commandments, which has morphed into watching the Taylor-Burton Cleopatra, because Heston . . . .

It also means a week later I get my second vaccination.  I'm somewhat regretful that the second appointment doesn't come soon enough to spend Easter with our friends, but not yet, not quite yet.  But SOON!  We are already confident enough that we invited Ben here for Saturday night Jazz and Pasta (he's fully vaccinated, and has been since Inauguration).

Saturday, March 27, 2021

I Moved To New Zealand

     . . . . After dinner on February 28th, I had no idea I was moving to New Zealand, particularly as I was already living in New Orleans due to NOLA Reconnect 2.  But I opened the first season of Brokenwood Mysteries then, and went for the second episode on March 1st. And there I've been all month every night after dinner. What follows are snapshots of how that happened while it happened.  Emphasis on is on snapshots. This is a fresh set of eyes, from an entirely different part of the world, landing upon a 7 year old television series purely by the happenchance of subscribing to AcornTV.

Brokenwood Mysteries, Six seasons (2014-2019), via Acorn.

     Season 1 (2014) New Zealand.  

The series centers "Senior" (title of address at the police station) Mike Shepherd, a detective in possession of the, by now, overly familiar shticks of the quirky detective.  He’s got a music genre fixation – Mike's is Country (Rebus’s a certain subset of 1960’s rock; Bosch’s is jazz, etc.), coupled with love of good wine (instead of whiskey, Scotch, Irish or beer).

He’s got the out-of-date car, that auto aficionados admire, a 1971 Holden Kingswood, but which, notably does not impress Detective Kristen Simms and Detective Constable Breen, Mike's distinctly much younger, fitter, more attractive and more down-to-earth, second and thirds. They don't like Country music either.  Mike’s an out-of-shape, rumpled mess with multiple ex-wives, whom most women still find very attractive, plus he has a dislike of contemporary technology.

Just off the top of one’s head, how many variations of this detective character can I come up with in 60 seconds, starting with Rebus and Longmire and Vera Stanhope (though sans the music and ex-wives, but she does like her Scotch)? Even Midsomer Murders’ Barnaby, when it comes to tech. Such a contrast with CBC’s  Murdoch’s Mysteries Murdoch's fascination with all new technology.

BM has beautiful, soothing, o so gazeable, rural locations that one never gets impatient seeing, shot in the series’s location in New Zealand’s greater Auckland region (North Island), 

including Helensville, whose post office stands in for Brokenwood’s small, but astonishingly resourced with tech and manpower (unexplained), police station. The closest city, Hamilton, is about 2 ½  hours by car from the fictional Brokenwood. Hamilton is a very minor though significant player in Brokenwood life, referred to constantly as a comparison to tiny (pop. 5000) Brokenwood, as well as a destination -- but we never break screen wall and go there ourselves.

     Gotten through season 2 (2015). Into season 3 (2016) now. Got a kick from the good-natured poking of fun at the crazy fans of the LOtR’s franchise who come to Brokenwood to tour Peter Jackson’s Middle Earth (that this isn't possible is part of the plot!), especially the big felt and foam spider, in the first ep, “The Black Widower.”  Impressed also by its pro environmental and endangered species protection message, for spiders, fresh water sharks, and the forests and the fragile habitats of shore lines. Another clever episode of season 3 was the Christmas episode, “A Merry Bloody Christmas.” which had seasonal, touching bits by Mike as to the belief in Santa as real. It turns out his nephew is an adult Down’s syndrome person, who receives tremendous joy from Santa, true joy, not commercial, not made-up or delusional, but true joy. This is the season the series revealed itself more clever in its writing than might perhaps be expected from the previous seasons. And sensitive too, but never ever sentimental, which isn’t possible even for Mike, who seems to possess a bit of second sight and romantic viewpoint, due to younger, thus more cynical, and down-to-earth, Simms and Breen.

     Into season 4 (2017) now. We’ve already recycled domestic abuse and in-the-closet stories, and now we are here again. I’m getting the sense this show isn’t in the least concerned with consistency of tone, or attitude. It seems focused far more on character, which, increasingly, as the minor regulars re-appear in the episodes, and characters from past episodes return, seems to remind the viewer that ultimately character is fixed.  Once a murderer – be prepared, s/he will murder again  -- particularly she.

     Season 5 (2018) They are going for episode fill-ins around the main plot, having Kristin sort- of-intrigued-by, but not interested by the courtship of Kahu, a gorgeous and smart young Maori, --  and somewhat of a playa. He is not the Maori character, Jared. (played by Hema Taylor) from earlier seasons, who was the only “cool” character on the show. The website for the series says nothing about Jared’s disappearance, or the sudden arrival of his ‘cousin,’ Kahu Taylor (played by Rawiri Jobe). Jared’s character reappears at the end of the season; the website says nothing about the reappearance either. I was glad to see his return. Throughout, the season also turned more bonkers, because so many of the characters are classified out-and-out as, ah, um, mentally disturbed, shall we say. Some of these are seen in other episodes too.  The most deranged of this season’s episodes is #4, “Dark Angel,” the plot of which centers the derelict Brokenwood Institution for the Insane.

     Season 6 already! (2019) Over the last two – three seasons, re-inserting characters from previous episodes into storylines of the later episodes.  It’s a good plan.  It makes BM more of a ‘village’ mystery series. But it's also darker even if more cosy than ever.  First episode of 6th season is set within Brokenwood’s steampunk community, “The Power of Steam” – PLUS – we have an incel.  Holy cow.  Is this the first depiction of Steampunk culture – as opposed to attempts to make movies, etc. from it? on screen? This isn’t a pleasant view due to quite unpleasant characters.  Certainly, inclusion, despite the trumpeting the the big point of the steampunk community is inclusion for the excluded, is not (always) the point, as depicted in the community's cast. or in the story line . . . .  Woo -- the final episode, “Dead and Buried,” brings back three female characters, all murderers, from past seasons.  They are in the private, for profit, Brokenwood Women’s prison, which isn’t like any prison one is going to encounter in the US – and maybe not in New Zealand either. Yoga classes? Knitting classes with real knitting needles? Shouldn’t this population -- as we know the characters from previous episodes -- be in an asylum for the criminally insane?  The female warden wears 5 inch stilettos, form fitting, sexy, yet elegant fashionable outfits – this seems more like a subset of porn that was once and maybe still is, of women in prison.  Plus, we got a lot of butch going on. But then, BM has had many episodes that include teh gay, one of whom is the minor, but recurring pharmacist character, who in the course of the series, becomes Brokenwood’s mayor.

This is an odd series, maybe we could use ‘quirky’ to describe it?  It didn’t seem to start that way, but somewhere in season 3 it started to make a turn to gothic and bonkers, while also, starting with the fake Peter Jackson locations for the LOTR films, getting in, sub rosa, comments about diversity and inclusion, the evils of raping the environment and destroying creatures generally, and endangered ones, particularly. These are the moments that have kept me watching, because while embedded entirely plausibly, they always come unexpectedly. One almost wonders if these 'message' moments are so deliberately composed that unless one already has gotten the message the watcher won't notice?  But I still appreciate them.

Most of all, because without them, one wouldn’t keep watching at all, it's the chemistry among the cast of characters that keeps one watching. The writers never made the dreadful error of attempting to manufacture chemistry or interest in the characters’ interactions via that exhausted “Will the male and female detectives finally recognize how hot they are for each other and DO IT!”  Brokenwood Mysteries doesn’t Do That.  Thank goodness.

I looked forward to spending time after dinner every night with Superior Mike Shepherd, Detective Krista Simms, Detective Constable Sam Breen and Medical Examiner, Gina Kadinsky, and the chemistry among them manufactured by their shared work. I like these people! I liked getting to know a lot of the other, minor characters too, not least Frankie “Frodo” Odos, as the guy for whom nothing ever quite works out, and Mrs. Jean Marlowe, who really does know everything about everyone in Brokenwood, without whom Shepherd would never solve a single murder.

     Season 7 (2020) of Brokenwood Mysteries begins on Acorn Tv on March 29th.  Then it will all really be over.