Word Wednesday.

sHugger-Mugger

Noun.

1: secrecy

2: confusion, muddle

[Origin: one of a number of similar-sounding reduplicated words in use around this time and meaning much the same thing, including hucker-mucker, which may be the original of the bunch if the root is, as some think, Middle English mukre “to hoard up, conceal.”]

(1529)

Adjective:

1: secret

2: of a confused or disorderly nature: jumbled.

-hugger-mugger adverb.

“No, her book would hold a dark mirror to such conceits. Since Mother Eve’s day, women had whispered of herb lore and crafty potions, the wise woman’s weapons against the injustices of life; a life of ill treatment, the life of a dog. If women were to be kicked into the kitchen they might play it to their advantage, for what was a kitchen but a witch’s brewhouse? Men had no notion of what women whispered to each other, hugger-mugger by the chimney corner; of treaclish syrups and bitter pods, of fat black berries and bulbous roots.  – A Taste for Nightshade, Martine Bailey.

The Healing Arts: Le mal de tête, La Colique, Le Cure.

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Le mal de tete. Charles Ramelet / Honore Daumier, Lithograph coloured. Subject: Headache, Depiction of Pain.

Le mal de tete. Charles Ramelet / Honore Daumier, Lithograph coloured. Subject: Headache, Depiction of Pain.

La Colique. Charles Ramelet / Honore Daumier, Lithograph coloured. Subject: Cholic, Depiction of Pain.

La Colique. Charles Ramelet / Honore Daumier, Lithograph coloured. Subject: Cholic, Depiction of Pain.

Le Cure. Oui, mes freres... Charles Ramelet / Honore Daumier, Lithograph coloured. Subject: Alcohol, Sleep.

Le Cure. Oui, mes freres… Charles Ramelet / Honore Daumier, Lithograph coloured. Subject: Alcohol, Sleep.

Word Wednesday.

Anodyne

¹Adjective.

1: serving to alleviate pain.

2: not likely to offend or arouse tensions: innocuous.

[Origin: Latin anodynos, from Greek anōdynos, from a- + odynē pain.]

(1543)

²Noun

1: something that soothes, calms, or comforts.

2: a drug that allays pain.

(1550)

“Well,” I said, “look at this way. Some collectors are only interested in things that are like new, factory fresh, mint in the box. If something looks like it’s had a life before they got their hands on it, it loses its value. But then, other people believe that an object’s worth more if it’s been used for whatever it was designed for, so a stamp should have been stuck to an envelope and posted to somewhere a long way away, and a comic book is meant to be read and enjoyed, not sealed in a protective case and never opened, and an old racing car should be scuffed and grimy and—” with no particular emphasis “—scarred. And it’s the same with people. How much time do you think you’d want to spend with Barbie and Ken? Anodyne, by definition, is not entertaining.” – Normal, Graeme Cameron.

Book Note: This was one of the weirdest books I’ve read, a slice of life story, with the main character being a serial killer. You never know his name, and he’s never described. The book is filled with black humour, but the casual cruelty of the character is never disguised in any way. This is also a story of how everything starts to go wrong in his life, in a very big way. The book is written in such a way that the main character is often amusing, and finds himself in a situation you can sympathise with, which makes the reading a bit uncomfortable. Altogether, it’s an engaging and entertaining read. There are a number of different cops involved in the story too, and the second book is just fresh out, centering on Detective Sergeant Ali Green, who was very present in Normal. That one is called Dead Girls. I haven’t finished it yet, but there’s considerably more tension in the second book.