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Missive #632

A group of characters in Los Angeles face climate crisis and existential angst in 14 interconnected short stories.

Two families stand at the center of Millet’s lovely, keening tales: Buzz, Amy, and their children Liza and Nick; and single mother Helen with daughters Mia and Shelley. They are well-educated, middle-class, liberal Americans, appalled by the state of their country and, in the case of the parents, bemused by their children. The younger generation “seemed to be void of ideology. Beyond naming and shaming each other for perceived identity bias,” comments Trudy, another character who turns up in several stories. This isn’t entirely true of Liza, who impulsively married a “DACA kid,” Luis, while still in high school, or Nick, a Stanford grad enraged by Americans’ complacency in the face of the “five-alarm emergency” of climate catastrophe and impending global extinction. “What we need,” he tells his therapist, “is a worldwide revolution. Yesterday.”This book reads somewhat like a collection of short stories yet some of them have ties to others. Interesting. I may try some of her other books when I clear my reading list a bit. Nonetheless, he’s stocking shelves in a big-box store and bartending in a gay bar, and his attitude of “what can I do?” is shared by most of Millet’s wonderfully human, believably flawed characters. A few creeps turn up—there’s one in “Pastoralist,” about a man who preys on vulnerable women, and another in “Cultist,” where Shelley’s smug boyfriend, Jake, spouts “pieces of pat received wisdom from business school” to her amused mother and the horrified Nick, who has become Mia’s boyfriend over the course of the stories. But generally, the author is gentle with confused, well-meaning people immobilized by the scope of the apocalypse they see looming. As she did in such novels as Dinosaurs(2022) and A Children’s Bible (2020), Millet blends a blunt assessment of our refusal to deal with the ecological catastrophes we have created and a tender portrait of human beings with all their foibles.Sharply observed, beautifully rendered, and heartbreaking. — Kirkus Review

I don’t believe in coincidences.  It was on January 3, 1990 that Noriega was captured in Panama and transported to Miami. Then on January 3, 2026  Maduro was captured in Venezuela, transported to New York and charged with multiple infractions of USA law just like Noriega. Who is next? Maybe Sheinbaum of Mexico since there is a lot of oil in Mexico also.
“Anyhow, the long list of failed US interventions and occupations provides no reason that this invasion of Venezuela is going to turn out well for Americans anytime soon”. — Vox Day

US Attorney General Pam Bondi wrote on X this morning [Saturday], “Nicolas Maduro and his wife, Cilia Flores, have been indicted in the Southern District of New York. Nicolas Maduro has been charged with Narco-Terrorism Conspiracy, Cocaine Importation Conspiracy, Possession of Machineguns and Destructive Devices, and Conspiracy to Possess Machineguns and Destructive Devices against the United States.”

Pam Bondi did not explicitly say that Mrs. Maduro was charged with anything. I’m sure that was simply an oversight since the indictment included her and three others.

When asked if the operation was a message to Mexican President Claudia Sheinbaum, Trump said:

Trump: Well, it wasn’t meant to be, we’re very friendly with her, she’s a good woman, but the cartels are running Mexico. She’s not running Mexico. The cartels are running Mexico. And we can be politically correct and be nice and say, “Oh yes, she is.” No, No, she’s very, you know, she’s very frightened of the cartels. They’re running Mexico. And I’ve asked her numerous times, would you like us to take out the cartels? “No, no no, Mr. President, no no, no, please.” So, we have to do something, because we lost— the real number is 300,000 people, in my opinion.
You know, they like to say 100,000. 100,000 is a lot of people, but the real number is 300,000 people, and we lost it to drugs. And they come in through the southern border, mostly the southern border, a lot, plenty come in through Canada too, by the way. In case you don’t know, but they come in through the southern border, and something’s gonna have to be done with Mexico.

I went to ‘town’ this morning with the intent of having breakfast at fe Skillet in Pearce/Sunsites but she was closed again on a day that she claims to be open. This is the second time that has happened. The other time was on a day when the Windmill restaurant was open and I went there. Today I went to Sandy’s in Sunizona which is about a 25 mile round trip rather than one of 3. On the way back to the Park I stopped at the Post Office and mailed a request to the VA for hearing aid batteries. Then to Dollar General to pick up a few things that will last me until next week when I go to Sierra Vista. Back to the park where I was able to pull into a vacant space and dump holding tanks and then move on to my usual space. i might get a regular space between now and 1 March but if not I’m scheduled for on on that date. Where I’m at is sort of OK but is an inconvenience for dumps and getting backed into again after leaving.

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