Inside Hillary Clinton's Life after the Election
As staffers and friends began to melt down with shock and grief, Clinton, by all accounts, remained preternaturally calm. One staffer speculated that she was able to do so because she is a person who often expects the worst and does not trust the best: “It was an example of reality rising to meet her expectations.”
“I remember having conversations with her which were gut-wrenching to me,” says Mook of that night. “Saying to her, ‘The math isn’t there. It doesn’t look like we can win.’ She was so stoic about it. She immediately went into the mode of thinking, Okay, what do we do next?”
Speechwriters Dan Schwerin and Megan Rooney realized that they were going to have to produce a concession speech. Rooney had drafted one and stuck it in a drawer. As the evening wore on, they started working on it. By the time the results were certain, Clinton and her advisers felt that it was too late to make a speech; she wanted to consider carefully what she had to say, and went back and forth with her team about the stance to take toward Trump. When Schwerin and Rooney came to her suite at the Peninsula Hotel the next morning to go over the draft, Clinton was sitting in her bathrobe at the table. She had slept only briefly, but she was clear: She wanted to take a slightly more aggressive approach, focusing on the protection of democratic norms, and she wanted to emphasize the message to young girls, the passage that would become the heart of her speech.
As the pair of writers left her room and walked down the hall, Rooney turned to Schwerin and said, “That’s a president.” Schwerin remembers: “Because here, in this incredibly difficult moment, she was thinking calmly and rationally about what the country needs to hear.” Schwerin said that until then he had held it together. “But I kind of lost it then.”
And flashback, from the same writer, almost exactly a year ago:
There is an Indiana Jones–style, “It had to be snakes” inevitability about the fact that Donald Trump is Clinton’s Republican rival. Of course Hillary Clinton is going to have to run against a man who seems both to embody and have attracted the support of everything male, white, and angry about the ascension of women and black people in America. Trump is the antithesis of Clinton’s pragmatism, her careful nature, her capacious understanding of American civic and government institutions and how to maneuver within them. Of course a woman who wants to land in the Oval Office is going to have to get past an aggressive reality-TV star who has literally talked about his penis in a debate.
Even though I had a reasonably decent night's sleep last night.
Good meetings with people and good conversations, some tasty food, a panel that (I think) went fairly well even though it was in the room I hate, with the speakers on a platform and a spread-out audience, and cold. (One might also mention the single microphone that had to be handed back and forth among the panel.)
Also managed to get to a couple of other panels.
Was contemplating the Tiptree Auction but felt some recharge time alone was necessitated, May go to the parties for a little while, but am already feeling a bit that what a hedjog wants is a nice cup of Horlicks and a Nice Book to go with it.
One of the benefits of being on a higher floor of the hotel, even if this also means a lot of rather tedious waiting for lifts. I was going to take and post a photo, but I really don't think that my present state of tiredness is a good state in which to get to grips with DW photo posting. Also, on essaying to take a photo for later presentation, realised that the grimy marks on the window would be rather obtrusive.
Quite a full day, which started with waking up rather earlier than I had hoped, but not horribly so.
Socialising has taken place. There was going to be a walk, but then it started to rain (I wouldn;t say there was no chance of a walk that day, but not at that particular time).
Also have been on one panel, which I think suffered a little from ambiguity in framing its terms but nonetheless evoked some interesting discussion.
Observations of note: in the stuffed toy and knickknackery shop just around the corner in State Street, there is a stufft swan, right at the front of the window display: also an inflatable pool version. However, I should eschew props for my reading.
And this year I did manage to get a massage from the amazing massage therapist at the place on the square, it was quite entirely wonderful.
Yesterday and earlier today it was still quite cool and cloudy, but seems to have warmed up by late afternoon.
Spent a mostly quiet and lazy day before going to the A Room of One's Own Reading.
Have managed to see and have some degree of conversation with the old familiar faces.
Have registered and must now look through the schedule to see what (apart from panels I am actually on) I want to go to.
Really, no news here, pass along.
What I read
Finished Rebel: very very good and longing for the next one (Chekhov's [spoiler])!
Following seeing somebody on my reading list commenting about it, took a punt on L Rowyn, A Rational Arrangement (2015), which is a poly romance in a fantasy (though possibly implied sf) setting of vaguely Regency mores, but on a world where there are other societies with ways of doing things. And as I recall, the person who was reading it had some niggles, and indeed I had some, though possibly different niggles - I have surely previously mentioned my dislike of those narratives in which Our Heroine is the only square peg of her sex, and all the others seem to fit neatly into round holes (I lately did not proceed with a fantasy highly recommended by someone whose judgement I respect because it had the Her Sister Is Shallow and Bitchy trope). However, this did manage to engage me even with that niggle (just as Emma Newman's Split Worlds series gets something of a pass on the Shallow Bitchy Sister).
Anyhow, I enjoyed it well enough to finish it, to read the 3 novellas set in the same world with the same characters, Further Arrangements (2016).
Travel reading has been soothing comfort rereads.
On the go
That book for review, which I've actually brought with me on my travels in the hopes that I might get it read and be in a position to write the review before the deadline.
Scott McCracken, Pulp: Reading Popular Fiction (1998) - picked up in a charity shop as the title was vaguely familiar. Am feeling that it would be a different book if written 10 or so years later with the rise of online book discussions; also, invokes terribly terribly OK bloke authorities, and I'm a bit hmmm at his choices of specific authors and books discussed.
No idea, supposing I have much time for reading.
Cite the final line of five of your fics – your favorites, or the most recent ones.
I'm doing most recent too but skipping one because it's a WiP. Let's see (I know already this is probably going to be THE LOST LAND OF FOREVER RUN-ON SENTENCES) (also doing last lines, not just one):
1. Rey gripped Poe's arm tighter. "It's been a long time," she said. Maybe too long. "But we'll find him, Poe. I know we will. We'll find him." And then we'll bring him home.
No Man is an Island (the Drowned World remix), Star Wars, Poe and Rey
2. Jarvis rolled over too, shifting closer, and rested his forehead against Howard's back, one hand on Howard's shoulder. Howard lay motionless, waiting to make sure Jarvis was really asleep, before he reached out and up to shut off the lamp. Jarvis's left hand slipped from his shoulder to Howard's waist, and Howard reached up with his right hand to hold it in the dark.
Indelibility of Allegiance, Agent Carter, Jarvis and Howard
3. And underneath Marina's words, like a divine descant, there was another voice rising up, somehow in harmony with or resonating with itself, the voice you'd always known and could never have really forgotten, the first voice you ever knew, telling you the best and oldest lie of all: Enough. Enough, you have suffered enough. You deserve peace. My daughter, you are safe now, it is over. You are home.
I'll Never Tear You Apart, The Magicians (TV), Marina and Julia
4. He didn't try to defend himself; whatever she could give him, help or its opposite, he was willing to take, and he knew she'd also been just where he was now, helpless, dependent. He didn't mind losing; not this time. He closed his eyes and waited for her to bring him back, however she could.
I Remember Standing By The Wall (The Pax Natasha Remix), MCU, BuckyNat
5. "Okay, come on, Captain Rogers is about to crash and burn. You can call Talia and yell at her about invading your privacy in the morning. No, leave it, Steve, the memory of our sainted mothers will forgive us if we leave crumbs on the table one fucking night. Come on, Mishka. Let's go to bed."
the hurts of human life, MCU, Stucky
I dunno, besides OMG, GIRL, STOP HOGGING ALL THE COMMAS, themes....people relaxing? People going to sleep? Weariness? Excessive wordiness? "Put on a suit, go down to the bank, fill out an application, get a loan, and buy a full stop"? *hands* ...also, three juggernaut pairings, and the only graphic sex is the TINY pairing in the small fandom.
But after a reasonably uneventful transatlantic journey, and O'Hare being no more irksome than before, and indeed, the passport kiosks do speed things up though there is still queuing once you've done so -
It's really, really annoying to find that the wifi in the hotel is on the fritz (actually, there was also something Not Right with Heathrow Terminal 3 wifi this morning, but at least I still had mobile data activated on my phone without the prospect of ruinous charges) which is apparently a wider system problem.
I am therefore posting from the one terminal in the lobby that is a) connected to the internet and b) actually works - I had to remove myself temporarily when a young person wanted to 'very quickly' print something out, which turned out not to be quick at all, tell me again about the digital native generation.
Yes, in the general scheme of things, a minor inconvenience. But after a day of taxis and airports and planes, annoying.
But, anyway, here I am.
But, in lighter news, I have been spammed by another dodgy journal, which seems to think I am a woman physician and wants me to be on its editorial board. I do wonder what kind of a journal it is when it wants not only a CV but a photo from applicants...:
[L]ooking for prominent physicians in the field of Women's Health, to be a part of the editorial board to convey finest clinical resource and increase scope for best clinical understanding.
The journal is looking forward to peers with top academic aptitude whose judgment is highly regarded within the journals main discipline.
I think judgement will be highly regarded in ignoring such solicitations.
Online check-in: done (also I managed to improve my seat somewhat without actually paying and arm and a leg for the upgrade).
So, anyway, general status: wibbling.
Bread made during the week: a brown wheatgerm loaf that seems somehow a bit bland.
Saturday breakfast rolls: basic buttermilk, 50/50 strong white/white spelt flour.
Today's lunch: sea bass fillets marinated in whisky + avocado oil + tayberry vinegar + salt & pepper, and smoked over hickory chips; served with garlic roasted purple sprouting and tenderstem broccoli, oven fried sweet potato chips, seasoned with garam masala, and fine asparagus healthy-grilled in pumpkin seed oil and sprinkled with elderflower vinegar.
Sometimes there are projects and commitments that occupy a significant part in one's life, but when they are over, one heaves a sigh of relief and goes off humming 'My chains fell off' to oneself.
In other cases, one thinks, what? what am I going to do now? even if, for the duration, one has been entirely aware of other things nibbling at the edge of one's consciousness that need doing.
Even if it's not entirely over.
(In fact, after I completed the first draft of The Biography, there were rounds of editing it down, followed by all the fun stuff of publication such as copy-edits, proofs, the marketing questionnaire, etc: but still, it was a significant moment.)
One wonders if Arnold Bennett ever had this feeling, or whether he just went banging on to the next thing, whether it was another novel, short stories, journalism, non-fiction, or his diaries.
(I remember seeing an adaptation of Anna of the Five Towns at the Vic c. 1970...)
And, I think, completely unrelated, Rome has a problem with wild boar; wolves mingle with surburban Germans; mountain lions frequent LA. All around the world, city life seems increasingly conducive to wildlife. (I was, wot no lionesses whelping in the Roman streets?)
Lately, noodling around the interwebs, I came across these and a couple of similar links:
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which lead to the following URLs:
which have actually changed from when I first clicked through a day or two ago and said WTF.
The site claims 'It should be noted that http://www.goodzbooks.com is a simple search engine of software/apps available at a wide variety of third party websites'.
And if you click on the links, you get a popup saying you must be registered, and if you click on that link, it goes here. That says it's free, but the actual home page seems to indicate that it's a subscription service.
Okay, inasmuch as I make these available for free, as the unedited, unpolished collation of the freely available original posts, I'm not sure I'd object if someone was making them available similarly gratis, but I'm not entirely persuaded that this is what is happening, or, indeed, what is actually happening here and what the game is.
There seems to be some tie-up (ripoff?) with Goodreads as GR reviews are cited.
Does anyone have better knowledge of what's going on here? And whether there is anything one could/should do?
Has anyone else had a similar experience?