Post-battle report, day 2

(Dateline Minot, ND) Well, what do you know? Live steel combat isn’t as safe as I said it was.

Yesterday I got a good solid crack on my right thumb which, I feared, would keep me from holding the sword solidly. Fortunately it’s not as bad today as I expected, though swollen and stiff.

Today I got a good smash on the right little finger, which broke the skin and required a bandage. In a later fight, Ragnar managed to stab me (the point being blunt, of course) just above the mouth, again on the right side. It’s a nasty place for an abrasian, because it won’t take a bandage well (due to my beard), but I’m frankly delighted to have a dueling scar at last. I was wounded with a sword! What could be cooler than that?

And yes, I’m entirely aware of how insane that sounds.

On the other hand, you know the chicks dig it.

We did our final set today without injury (not for lack of trying on my part, I assure you).

In other Hostfest news, the crowds are large, and from my experience they’re in the mood to spend money. If my book sales keep up as they’ve started, I’ll go home very satisfied (and not just with my rakish scar).

Reba McEntire was the big concert the first night. Other acts on the big stage include Clint Black and Ray Stevens. There’s also a special venue for Abbacadabra, an Abba tribute group, and William Christopher (who played Father Mulcahy on M*A*S*H*) stars as the pastor in a production of the major midwest hit, “Lutheran Church Basement Ladies” (no, I didn’t make that up).

And, as in previous years, The Oak Ridge Boys are doing two shows a day just around the corner from us. At the moment, they’re singing “The Boys are Back.”

More as the situation develops.

If I live.

Re: The Founding Fathers

James Srodes reviews Gordon Wood’s book Empire of Liberty, saying it covers an important part of early American history which is often glossed over. As is usually the case, the truth isn’t pretty. Srodes writes: “The hard truth that emerges from Mr. Wood’s narrative is that many of our most marbleized Founding heroes were frightful snobs who were inept at the mechanics of government, ignoramuses about economic realities and fatally estranged from the very people they sought to lead. None of our first three presidents comes out of the story very well.”

Gone a-viking

Viking Defeat

I’m off to Norsk Høstfest in Minot, ND. Come see me in the Viking Village if you’re headed that way. I’ll try to keep you updated occasionally, via WiFi, if I’m able. Otherwise, see you in about a week.

(And if you’re thinking of robbing my house while I’m gone, my renter will still be here. And he’s mean.)

My theatrical career–the early years

Phil and I didn’t collude to leave this blog high and dry next week. We each planned our vacations independently, without consultation, resulting in the Great Abandonment we now face. I apologize on our behalf. Phil has promised to try to put something up from time to time, and I’ll try to do the same, if I can get the WiFi to work in Minot.

Still, the ugly fact is that Brandywine Books will be, for one week, like one of those antique shops with a sign in the window that says “OPEN BY CHANCE OR BY APPOINTMENT.”

Or like one of those cards they used to flash on the TV screen—“WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE STAND BY.”



A memory flashed into my mind today,
and with it a long-ago memorization assignment. The only words of Indonesian I know, and I only know them phonetically (and probably wrong):

“Kame orung deso ini. Senung sekali, maslamat, datankan, Bapak. Samogamoga tuhan, manyulamatkan, Bapak.”

It must have been about 1960. I was in 5th grade, I think, and my elementary school had organized a Christmas pageant (yes, children—public schools used to have Christmas pageants) with the theme, “Christmas around the World.” I was given a role in a scene depicting Christmas in Indonesia. It involved a shadow puppet play about the Nativity of Christ (yes, children, they did talk about the Nativity in public schools back then), narrated by an itinerant wise man. I was to play the village chief, and I had to memorize the speech printed above, which (as best I can recall) was a greeting to the wise man, saying how happy the village was to welcome someone of his eminence and holiness.

We were doing Christmas in Indonesia because we had a teacher who had formerly lived there. He was a Dutchman who’d prudently fled the islands when independence happened, and if he was representative of the colonial Dutch, I can’t fault the Indonesians much for kicking them out. Some people described him as a disciplinarian, but the students knew better. You can tell when somebody likes the punishment for its own sake, and this guy liked it.

But I’ve carried that phonetic speech around in my head ever since. I suspect I could have found better use for the space.

Embarrassing

According to Jillian Bandes at Townhall.com, the big Muslim gathering in Washington D.C. was pretty much a bust.

She also notes the presence of Christian protestors, preaching through bullhorns “to disrupt the prayers.”

That’s just embarrassing. I abhor the religion of Islam (as opposed to its adherents, whom I respect as fellow human beings to the degree that they individually deserve it), but this is America, and people have the right to pray in peace. I wouldn’t like it if they disrupted our prayers, and they deserve the same courtesy. Sheesh.

Review from “Darwin’s Evolutions”

I don’t think I ever linked to Darwin Garrison’s review of West Oversea, over at Darwin’s Evolutions. Thanks for the great notice, Darwin, and I apologize for forgetting to link to it before!

Dark Age miscellany

I’m rushing tonight, as I’ve got to help the Vikings load a van for Høstfest in Minot next week. So just a couple items.

Maxine at Petrona reports on a new history of the Viking Age which I find intriguing. Looks like somebody is stepping up to argue back against the “peaceful Vikings” meme that’s had so much currency in the last twenty or thirty years. I’ll defend the Vikings in some contexts, but I’m sick of seeing Vikings portrayed as “victims” of those nasty Christians. Victims is the last thing they’d want to be known as.



(Tip: Dave Lull)

And from England, a web site devoted to the Staffordshire Hoard, found in England last July.

The Staffordshire Hoard is an unparalleled treasure find dating from Anglo-Saxon times. Both the quality and quantity of this unique treasure are remarkable. The story of how it came to be left in the Staffordshire soil is likely to be more remarkable still.

Big news for us reenactors.



(Tip: Wulfric Solvarsson)

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, by Stieg Larsson

I picked up The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, not because I was eager to read it, but because I’d run out of reading material one weekend and didn’t want to make a run to the bookstore, and it was there in the grocery store rack. I expected to hate it, as the result of an elementary chain of reasoning—it was written by a Swede. Swedes, generally, are Socialists and atheists. Therefore, anything written by a Swede is likely to offend me. When I saw that it was a mystery involving a family of industrialists, that conclusion seemed self-evident.

I stated in the Comments on Andrew Klavan’s review (he didn’t like it a lot) that I had a bet with myself that the most conservative, religious character in the book would prove to be the murderer.

I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say that I was wrong. I feel morally obligated to post that for the record. Continue reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, by Stieg Larsson