Sometimes I wonder: where DO we end?

 

DDR: How to Kill a Witch: The Patriarchy's Guide to Silencing Women by Zoe Venditozzi & Claire Mitchell

 

xxi+ 296 = 317 pages

I'm not sure how I encountered this book. Possibly via an ad on Facebook. At any rate, it seemed interesting, the library had a copy, and I put in a request for it. The library's stamped RECEIVED date is January 23, 2026, so I might be the first person to read this copy of this book. For some reason that thought pleases me.

Day 1 (DDRD 3,039) February 26, 2026)

Read to page 73.

"...when the going gets tough in any society, it is the most vulnerable who are accused of causing the damage." (xviii)

There are some VERY gross descriptions of the tortures "witches" were put through. This is definitely not for the faint of heart...of whose number I count myself, alas. Despite that, I find this book quite compelling. That's due in part to the occasionally sarcastic voice of the writer(s). Sarcasm is a balm for my soul.

Day 2 (DDRD 3,040) February 27, 2026)

Read to page 146 (halfway point).

This book has actually FOOTnotes. That's the way you do it, folks. (As opposed to hiding them at the end of the book with no indication that they exist until you reach the end of the book. I'm looking at you, Mr. Brando Starkey.)

"If a woman's behavior is unacceptable or suspicious, Could it be she's a witch?" (98)

I couldn't help but think of my daughter when I read this. She is a very odd human being. Also, my favorite female human being. But if you met her, it would not take more than a few seconds to realize that she was, at very least  odd. We volunteer at the hospital once a week. As we were leaving one day, she went into the women's room. Shortly after she entered an old woman came out, her eyes wide. She whispered to her son, who was waiting for her,  "There's a woman in there talking to herself. I think she's crazy!" For a moment I was offended and was going to say something in my daughter's defense...and then I realized, No, that's fair. 

So my daughter might have been labeled a witch back in those days, simply for being her autistic self. A frightening thought.

In a first draft opinion on the case of Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health Organization in 2022, Supreme Court Justice Samuel Alito quoted Matthew Hale's opinion that abortion is a great crime. Matthew Hale was a judge who presided over a Salem witch trial in which two innocent women were hanged on the testimony of several children who said they were attacked and threatened by invisible spectres of these women. Dobbs v. Jackson WHO is the case that overturned Roe v. Wade. Still hunting down those witches, I guess.

Day 3 (DDRD 3,041) February 28, 2026)

Read to page 222. So tomorrow will probably do it. Good read!

BTW, you can find the Witches of Scotland podcast HERE.

Day 4 (DDRD 3,042) March 1, 2026)

Read to page

Isaac Asimov did make me smile hard.

 

https://archive.org/details/moretalesofblack00asim/mode/1up

I'm reading my second collection of Isaac Asimov's Black Widowers stories (More Tales of the Black Widowers) And enjoying it quite a bit. As a matter of fact, I'm spending a lot more time with it per day than is my wont, and thus am already halfway through the book after just a few days. (Normally it takes me several months to read an Asimov book because I only read a few pages per day. (Sotto voce: in the bathroom.)

The stories delineate the regular dinner meetings of this men's group, which is modeled after a real group Asimov belonged to. At these meetings, a guest is grilled, and some kind of mystery evolves out of the grilling. Invariably, the waiter, Henry, is the one to solve the mystery. It's very formulaic and you would think it would have gotten old after a few stories, but it actually has not and I'm anxious to read more. (There are quite a few more by the way. I'm glad that Internet Archive has them available, since some of the prices for these books are way out of my league.*) In the VIIth story in this volume, entitled "Season's Greetings," A character named  Gonzalo suggests that the Black Widowers should put together a book of limericks. He is immediately (and rudely) shot down for the suggestion, and then he surreptitiously begins to write, "There once was a group of dull bastards...." 

It didn't make me laugh...few books do...but it did make me smile. Smile hard. I think that's the first time this has happened whilst reading an Asimov book.

So there's that.

* 

Leon Russell

 

Thats why romance is so hard you have ribe open and honest while you lie through your teeth.

Others words to say how ww feel 

 

That's what I wrote last night whilst in the throes of drug-induced delirium. Here's what I remember about it:

I was just about to tumble into sleep when Leon Russell's "A Song For You" began to play. I'd heard the song before, but never really listened to the lyrics. This time, they hit me. Some of the lines reminded me of my friend Pat.

I know your image of me
Is what I hope to be
...
There's no one more important to me

... 

I love you in a place where there's no space and time

I love you for my life, you are a friend of mine

And when my life is over

Remember when we were together

 

It's a beautiful song, and hearing it and thinking of Pat jolted me out of my stupor long enough for me to text a link to a performance of the song along with the comment that even though there were some things about the lyrics that didn't fit (the stuff I left out above), I immediately thought of her.

 

After she replied (thanks, touched) I thought about texting back again. I was going to say, 

"Isn't it funny how sometimes we need the words of others to express how we feel?"  And then I thought about that and I thought, "That's why romance is so hard: you have to appear to be open and honest while lying through your teeth."

 

Which isn't completely true, of course...but there's some truth in it. Plus I think it's funny.

 

ANYway...it's a beautiful song. Check it out if you're not familiar with it.

 

The Book I Just Started Reading Today: Karl Ove Knausgård's Winter

 

I wasn't all that thrilled with the first book in this series (Autumn), but it was a foregone conclusion that I would read Winter because (1) I bought it from the bargain shelf at Half-Price Books before I'd read Autumn and (2) it has beautiful illustrations. Like this one:

Who could resist that? Not me. So I bought it...$4...and then got the first volume from the library and the rest is history. The library also has Spring and Summer, so I'll probably carry on through...but here's hoping that Karl Ove doesn't spend too much time explaining toilets and such (as he did in Autumn--I shit thee not).

News as it happens.