– You can’t say for sure, but you think this is a dig at Arthur Conan Doyle
– An once glorious, now discarded aristocratic mansion is the setting
– An elderly character goes on a tirade about the dissolute morals of the younger generation
– Identity theft
– Two young women are involved in the plot: a fragile looking blonde and a brunette with a not pretty, but energetic and intelligent dark face
– “Ever since The War it’s been impossible to find a decent servant”
– People who are traveling together socialize way more easily than seems realistic
– Someone’s past or present mental illness has absolutely nothing to do with the murder
– An overly intense young socialist appears and is not taken very seriously by either the narrative or every other character
– A young man is labeled as useless and a bad match for absolutely no reason
– Someone is a fan of mistery novels and the narrative gently pokes fun at that
– The key to the mistery is in some article of women’s clothing
– Interclass marriage causes a ruckus
– Someone is poisoned with their own meds
– Someone confesses to protect someone else (neither of the two is the murderer)
Finish your drink if
– Someone confesses to protect someone else and they both are the murderer
– PoirotMiss Marple begin their final explanation and you still can’t connect all the names to their role in the plot and who they’re related to
– At least two new young couples are formed by the end of the book
– Every single one (or at least three quarters) of the suspects is up to something illegal and absolutely unrelated to the murder
Finish your bottle if
– There is one, (1) murder and no more of them, not even attempts, because if you manage to find a novel where this happens then you’ve lived long enough and don’t need to fear alchool poisoning
Every single one (or at least three quarters) of the suspects is up to something illegal and absolutely unrelated to the murder
Isn’t that more of a Chandler thing?
– You can’t say for sure, but you think this is a dig at Arthur Conan Doyle
Also – I laughed at this, but thinking it over my guess is that Christie was really making digs at people who, in the 1920s, were still imitating Doyle.
Somewhere in the U.K. National Archives in London, there are
4,000 boxes containing more than 160,000 undelivered letters from ships
captured by the British during the naval wars of
the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries.
Now those letters — some of
which are bundled in old mail bags and affixed with wax seals that have
never been broken — are about to go online.
“You can
imagine the excitement being confronted with such a treasure,” said
historian Dagmar Freist, director of the Prized Papers project, which
aims to digitize the entire collection.
“These letters have not
been filtered, they have not been censored, nothing has been thrown
away. Quite a few have not been opened.”
Freist told As It Happens
host Carol Off on Tuesday that her team is diligently working to sort
through the mail, originally kept for martial court records and stored
in the Tower of London until 1850, when they were moved to the Public
Record Office in London, and later the National Archives.
The
mail, sent mostly between 1652 and 1815, is written in 19 different
languages and contains songs, notebooks, packages and personal
correspondence.
“Some of this mail is more than three centuries years old, and it’s from all over the world,” Freist said.
‘A new perspective on history’
The
documents shed new light on world history, with detailed ship logs of
climate conditions, cartography, trade ledgers and correspondence about
major events, including colonialism and the American and French
Revolutionary wars.
There are records from the slave trade, listing the names of enslaved people, their costs, and what slave owners paid for them.
But
what fascinates Freist the most are the personal letters between
ordinary folks — a part of history she says is often overshadowed in
favour of stories about powerful people.
“I think we will have a
new perspective on history, which has been defined as a so-called
colonial history or history of empire building,” she said.
“With
this material, we will be able to lend a voice to people of whom we
usually don’t have any evidence, especially in a colonial context, like
ordinary men, women and children.”
Among the discoveries is a 1765 letter from a woman
named Elizabeth Sprigs, an indentured servant in Maryland writing to her
father at home in England.
“She is very, very poor. She doesn’t even have anything to wear,” Freist said.
“She
apologizes to her father that she would approach him, apologizing for
whatever she might have done wrong in the past, and she’s desperate and
she asks him that he would send her some clothes because all she has is a
blanket and the food she gets.”
But, of course, her father never got the letter and it’s not known what became of Sprigs.
Madam Dupont from Quebec
Many of the letters are made inherently tragic by having never reached their destination.
A
series of four letters from a Madam Dupont in Quebec between 1702
and 1703 show a woman frantically trying to reach her husband, who is
away on business in France, and growing increasingly despondent by his
lack of response.
“These letters are full of the hazards of the
flu epidemic and chicken pox in Quebec and her tone gets more and more
desperate, because she doesn’t get any sign of life from her husband,”
Freist said.
“She feels utterly neglected and resented and finally
decides not to write anymore. In the letter she says: ‘You can’t love
me anymore if you don’t answer. I will now stop writing. I give up.‘ But
then she writes again and she implores her husband once again to come
back.”
Freist said people understood that letters could become lost at sea, and would often make contingency plans.
“They
commented again and again on their letters, ‘In case you don’t
receive this, I will send another one in two weeks time.‘ Or they sent
off four letters of the same kind on four different ships,” she said.
Sorting and digitizing all the mail is expected to take 20 years at a cost of 9.3 million Euros ($14 million Cdn).
The
project is funded by the Union of the German Academies of Sciences and
Humanities and the work is being done in partnership with the German
Historical Institute London and the National Archives in London.
Wow!
On the one hand this is great for historians; on the other, I’m
feeling seriously upset on behalf of all the people whose messages didn’t get
through.
if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it.
You missed some of the best ones
the best part about it is that the art installation isn’t actually called the Bean. It’s called Cloud Gate, and artist Anish Kapoor (yes, THAT Anish Kapoor) hates that we call it the Bean.
But i mean, look at it. It’s a bean.
How could you forget this one though
I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.
someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?
Alright sit down for some Art World Drama bcause this is what I live for.
So, sometime last year (?) science invented Vantablack, which is the darkest possible shade of black. Art world got incredibly excited. But as it needs to be very carefully made in a lab, it’s hard to get a hold of, and is extremely expensive. Enter Anish Kapoor, aka FuckFace McGee. Anish Kapoor buys the rights to Vantablack. He is the only human being on the planet that can legally use it, and he’s kind of a prick about it.
Art world is not thrilled with that.
Enter Stuart Semple.
Stuart Semple is an artist, and also makes pigments to sell in his free time. Stuart Semple is astoundingly pissed about this Vantablack nonsense, and Anish Kapoor’s dickery. Stuart Semple makes a new pigment, the brightest shade of pink ever, called Pinkest Pink, and puts it for sale on the internet. To be bought by everybody except Anish Kapoor. Literally, to purchase, you need to confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, do not associate with him, and will not sell or give the pigment to Anish Kapoor or his associates. Art world has a good laugh, everyone buys Pinkest Pink because it’s awesome, and damn it we deserve something.
Anish Kapoor however is a penis, and will not take this lying down, because HOW DARE he not have literally everything.
Anish Kapoor gets his London associates to buy him a thing of Pinkest Pink, and being such a classy human being, posts a picture to instagram of him with his middle finger covered in Pinkest Pink, captioned with “Up yours. #pink”
Everyone flips shit, because. Y’know. Fuck that guy. Especially Stuart Semple. For context here, Anish Kapoor is one of the richest artists on the planet, and has repeatedly been referred to as everything wrong with the art world, and the epitome of the art worlds elitism problem. He’s a giant douchebag. Meanwhile Stuart Semple makes pigments just to get them out there. He turns 0 profit from his now enourmously popular pigments.
Stuart Semple launches an investigation as to who the fuck leaked Pinkest Pink, and plans to strike back. He does so by releasing two new products. First is Diamond Dust, which is a glitter made from glass, so that a painting is still visible after it’s applied, but glitters like a mofo. It’s the most reflective glitter out there, and is available to everyone who isn’t Anish Kapoor. And it being made of glass, if you stick your finger in there, it’s going to hurt quite a bit, so that was Stuart Semple’s way of saying “shove your middle finger in this, asshole, see what happens”. Except without saying that, because he can get an insult across while still being fucking classy.
He also releases Black 2.0, created with the help of over a thousand artists worldwide.
Black 2.0 is the answer to Vantablack. Black 2.0 is a slightly less black black, but looks functionally the same to the human eye. It’s completely safe, smells like cherries, and costs four pounds. Vantablack is highly toxic, potentially explosive, needs to be applied in a special laboratory and sealed properly, can’t be moved across borders, can reach 300 degrees celsius if you’re not extremely careful, and costs thousands of dollars. Anish Kapoor is the only human being who can use Vantablack. He is the only human being who cannot use Black 2.0.
So I think we can guess who got the better deal.
And thus the feud ends, Kapoor defeated.
…But not quite.
Kapoor, in this entire afair, has made exactly two comments to the public. The first being his charming message about aquiring Pinkest Pink, the second being claiming to Buzzfeed that he and his small army of lawyers will be suing Semple, an extremely poor artist who cannot afford a lawyer.
No lawsuit has been made yet, fyi.
The point is, Kapoor is a prick, and doesn’t like talking to the lower classes. So one day in July 2017, he decides he needs another floor on his London studio apartment, and starts making arrangements to have it built. His neighbors are fucking pissed, because this will ruin the light of their apartments. They call to Semple to save them, or at the very least piss Kapoor off some more.
Semple answers to the call, and releases two new paints, Phaze and Shift, as always, banned to Kapoor. They change colours, Phaze with temperature, and Shift is just iridescent. Shift needs to be painted over Black 2.0 to work, and Phaze just works on its own.
So that’s been the art world for the last two years.
Basically, get fucked Anish Kapoor your bean sucks and so does your vantablack.
Stuart Semple is organising a bean-kissing event for Anish Kapoor’s birthday.
Reblogging for “By attending this event you confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, you are in no way affiliated with Anish Kapoor, you are not attending on behalf of Anish Kapoor or an associate of Anish Kapoor. To the best of your knowledge, information, and belief this event will not be attended by Anish Kapoor.”
ALSO HE JUST POSTED THIS!!!!!! LIGHTEST LIGHT!
I know this isn’t my art blog but this entire post gives me life
im sorry is that man holding a real actual miniature star in his hands
Y’all missed the best part about the lightest light, called aptly ‘Lit’. This is from their product page:
Two things:
1. “Anish Kapoor is however a penis” is the best line in this post.
2. I wish to be half as petty and half as awesome as Stuart Semple
I hope Stuart Semple is making a lot of money. What a good person.
Go support him the paint’s are pretty cheap and you get the added bonus of being one of many to help piss off Anish Kapoor
– You can’t say for sure, but you think this is a dig at Arthur Conan Doyle
– An once glorious, now discarded aristocratic mansion is the setting
– An elderly character goes on a tirade about the dissolute morals of the younger generation
– Identity theft
– Two young women are involved in the plot: a fragile looking blonde and a brunette with a not pretty, but energetic and intelligent dark face
– “Ever since The War it’s been impossible to find a decent servant”
– People who are traveling together socialize way more easily than seems realistic
– Someone’s past or present mental illness has absolutely nothing to do with the murder
– An overly intense young socialist appears and is not taken very seriously by either the narrative or every other character
– A young man is labeled as useless and a bad match for absolutely no reason
– Someone is a fan of mistery novels and the narrative gently pokes fun at that
– The key to the mistery is in some article of women’s clothing
– Interclass marriage causes a ruckus
– Someone is poisoned with their own meds
– Someone confesses to protect someone else (neither of the two is the murderer)
Finish your drink if
– Someone confesses to protect someone else and they both are the murderer
– PoirotMiss Marple begin their final explanation and you still can’t connect all the names to their role in the plot and who they’re related to
– At least two new young couples are formed by the end of the book
– Every single one (or at least three quarters) of the suspects is up to something illegal and absolutely unrelated to the murder
Finish your bottle if
– There is one, (1) murder and no more of them, not even attempts, because if you manage to find a novel where this happens then you’ve lived long enough and don’t need to fear alchool poisoning
Every single one (or at least three quarters) of the suspects is up to something illegal and absolutely unrelated to the murder
Magnus Gjoen (British-Norwegian, b. London, England) – 1: I Thought We’d Only Meet In Death from Lenticular. 2: No-one But Death Shall Part Us. 3: Amoris Laetitia (The Joy of Love). 4: It’s Always Darkest Before Dawn.
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