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4.18.2015

Call the Midwife

4.18.2015
Kindle
I've been a big fan of the series Call the Midwife since around the time I was still watching Downton Abbey and I'm more or less still watching Call the Midwife, so that's what you should know about me.

I've been reading this on my somewhat inconveniently sized Kindle phone app, and now an actual Kindle, for about a year because damn that was ill-planning on my part. I really liked the book, even if it felt like a review of the TV show I'm already a big fan of. However, one of the larger issues is that you really have to be in the right mood for it. I loved this book, it's really, really good. But I understand that not everyone will be up to the emotional steamroller you'd be in for. I mean it, you really have to be in the right mood for it. Don't be fooled by those sweet looking children on the cover. Though, do let me put a finer point on it. I don't know if many men will be, ahem, man enough for this book as I know of a few fine fellows who have hidden in another part of the house when their wives had the show on.

I don't know how I should elaborate this. Well, you expect certain things to come up in a memoir about a midwife. But sometimes we might forget just how bad medical practices were in the 1950's - or at the very least, the extent of how bad they were (curious about more of that? Check out the Sawbones podcast). And that's for people who could afford it. Add to that the fact that most of the patents were extremely poor, living conditions were appalling, and hygiene was probably the 5th to last thing on everyone's minds. A good nurse can only do so much. Maybe part of the reason I found this book so icky is that I instinctively know that I could never, ever, ever, ever, ever do a nurses' job. We all have our talents and I would be so utterly ill-suited for it; I would never consider it. (I owe this to my lack of feeling for human life and less about my morbid curiosity for bodily function)
What really puts your heart through the wringer is how much poverty these people suffered. And I mean poverty of all kinds, not just financial. The people who were just poor money-wise were the happiest, as you see pretty often. She interacted with some real characters, from the patients themselves, to the nuns she lived and worked with (despite the fact that she wasn't Catholic or even religious at all), to the other nurses.
There are actually 3 volumes in this series of memoirs, which is pretty unusual in the world of memoirs. This is obviously the first, and I might eventually go on to read the other two, but I have no idea when because... Christ. Emphasis on you really have to be in the right mood. If ever you're in just too good of a mood and need to bring it down a notch, these books will probably be waiting for you.

2.10.2013

Sky 1's "The Cafe"

2.10.2013

It's not usual for me to write a review about a TV show, well, because I don't watch much TV. So I guess I would be the kind of person to write a review for a British sitcom I saw on PBS Saturday evening. (...kindly don't read too far into that.) I'm only writing a review for it because no one I know seems to have heard of it, and I want to change that.
I don't know much about Sky 1's 2011 series, except that it is perfectly charming in every single way, under appreciated, and that I love it. In a lot of ways it reminds me of The Gilmore Girls, but without the rapid-fire dialogue that got under some people's skin. 
It's funny, but not in the side-splitting way. Rather in the extremely smile-inducing way. It's as cozy and friendly as a tattered, yellowed paperback and a cup of Earl Grey. It's about three women - a grandmother, mother, and daughter - who run a small cafe on the Bristol coast. The cafe is sort of the town's landmark. The mother is secretly struggling to keep from losing the family business while also falling for the local florist, while the daughter is a young 20-something unpublished children's author who has recently returned home from London after her ex-kicked her out.
I'm very fond of this show. It's largely character driven rather than plot driven - what with all of the qwirky small town characters who inhabit the show... Not to mention some great lines:
"Well talk of the devil!"
"End of the day, Frank. End of the day." 
"Oh Em Gee!"
"You're a poet and you didn't realize it."
"Lay-Urs!"
"Good One."
and my very personal favorite...
"It takes a new man on your body to get the old one off of your mind."
This series is very short and very sweet, and what wouldn't I do for more? Only six episodes in the first season?! NOOO!!! (There was a year's delay, but finally Sky 1 has announced that a 2nd series is in the works for later this year. The DVD, at least in the UK, was released February 4th.)

It's hard to track this series down to watch here in America. Hopefully we can get the DVDs here sometime soon! Until then, I stream the series from the PBS website.
Lay-urs!

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