Oh Jeebus, why doesn't someone give me a new job right now? At work we have a sense of where things are going but so far the changes don't look too rough. Slowly trying to boil us alive, I think - they did start using the 'spin' word about our writing but only an idiot wasn't spinning like a top already. Well, outside of the state of my soul and a burgeoning desire to move back to Europe there's no big hurry. The F-word has actually found a position that's on track to legal and I have money to save.
Not much else to say, except to strongly reccommend The Trial of Queen Caroline by Jane Robins. The Economist really liked it and so I read it, only to realize once more the Economist is always right. At least about books. I have to admit I've sort of hated historical biography about women as a genre - turned off by too much Antonia Fraser-esque struggling to make subjects seem like feminist icons who could step into our modern society and start dating Brad Pitt. To me that seems like a sort of huge disrespect to the historical figures written about, as well as to the truth, which has something to do with achievements that are mind-boggling in the face of strong, opposing social strictures - internal and external.
Anyways, The Trial of Queen Caroline makes no such struggle. It examines its subject and the people around her with a voyeuristic eye but most importantly of all, with evidence, with documentation, with a firm grasp of contemporary conditions. Even with all that technical goodness Robins makes the prose really readable and the story, dare I say, exciting. It's about the Stupid Prince Regent, BTW, the one who built Brighton, trying to get rid of his wife - except it's about so much more.