The lovely Maya Joelle and the lovely C.M. have both tagged me for the Mystery Blogger Award. (C.M. tagged me first, to be quite frank, but the sentence sounded better in the order I wrote it.)
I thank you both from the bottom of my heart.
(That sounded super sarcastic, but it…wasn’t. I’m sorry, guys. I’m a little tired. I really liked your questions, though, and enjoyed writing this post up.)
Put the award logo/image on your blog.
Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well (this award was created by Okoto Enigmas).
Answer the five questions you were asked.
Nominate ten – twenty people.
Notify your nominees by
commenting on their blogs linking to their most recent posts.
Ask your nominees any five questions of your choice with one weird or funny question.
Share a link to your best post(s).
What is one vice you must fight against the most often?
Well, there’s a bit near the end of Mere Christianity where C. S. Lewis talks about pride. First he talks about vanity, but then he talks about how people can be proud without being at all vain, and they and other people may never even realize they’re proud. So, I’m really not vain, and I often feel like pride isn’t one of the sins I struggle with…and then I remember this and I’m like, whoa. Nope. I definitely have a problem with pride.
I think pride is the vice a lot of people struggle with the most, actually, only so many people don’t even know it. It’s so insidious. And there’s such a fine line between “I don’t care what other people think of me because it’s who I am that matters in God’s sight and should matter in mine, not how I appear,” and “I don’t care what other people think of me because what value do the opinions of that rabble have anyway?”
You know what I’m saying? We shouldn’t care what others think of us, it’s true (except maybe as an indicator, if they’re people we trust, that we’re doing something we shouldn’t), and yet…we can so easily get ourselves not to care by just devaluing them. Which is even worse.
As a pretty independent-minded person, yeah, I think this kind of pride is the vice I struggle the most with.
…And maybe, because of that, my social anxiety is in a way a blessing? Because I often obsess at three a.m. over, was I rude?, and yes, it’s annoying and awful, but maybe without it I’d remember less often that other people matter too.
Man, I’ve never in my life seen my shyness as any sort of blessing in any way, and now I’m thinking maybe it is. I love how deep this question was.
Which fictional character can you relate to the most and why?
Eowyn, from The Lord of the Rings.
Pick three historical figures you would wish to meet and have tea/coffee with. What would you discuss with them?
I kind of hate this question. I’ve never dwelt on the question, “What if I could meet historical people I admire?” because it’s so painful knowing I can’t. But now I’m being forced to dwell on it. Thanks, C.M. *glares*
Okay. Alfred the Great of Wessex – I’d want to talk about faith, and what it’s like to almost lose your kingdom, and Latin, and what historical people did he look up to, and…so many things. I’d probably forget half of them if I actually met him.
Jeb Stuart – you know that would be entertaining. I’d ask him to tell me war stories. This would have to be before he was killed, though, so…I’m not sure when we’d get the opportunity? (I’d also like to know his opinions on the general politics of the war, if he had any. And any horsemanship tips.)
I really want to say Tolkien or Chesterton, but I’m going to say Thomas Jefferson instead – he was rather fond of giving young people advice, but I need it enough that I’d love it. I’d ask him for reading recommendations, and we’d discuss geology and agriculture and politics and the French Revolution and the importance of stories in developing the moral imagination and SO MUCH STUFF. I feel like I could talk to Thomas Jefferson for hours. He was so smart and, I suspect, so kind, and he was interested in everything. Oh, and I’d ask him about the early days of the American Revolution. And did he approve of Madison’s actions regarding the War of 1812? What did he really think of slavery and should he have dealt with that better in his own personal life? (I probably wouldn’t ask that, actually, because I don’t want to be rude, but I’d wonder.) OH, and I’d ask him about the violin; what were his favorite pieces, what did he think of Vivaldi, what were his musical opinions in general? I WANT THIS CONVERSATION TO HAPPEN SO MUCH.
What story world would you choose to live in until your dying breath? (Yep, there’s no goin’ back.)
Middle-earth. That’s not even hard. I’d spend my days in Rohan, go on some adventures to the Misty Mountains and the Western Wilds (Fangorn is practically my backyard; I could go there on weekend trips), get Gimli to show me around Moria, vacation in Rivendell (considering I probably couldn’t vacation in Lothlorien), and maybe even sail those southern seas to see the other lands in Middle-earth that we hear so little of. Then, in my ripe old age, I’d retire to the Shire and open an orphanage.
What is one movie you wish more people would watch? (Or a book if you’re really not into films.)
The Perfect Game. So few people have heard of it, it’s sad.
When I first watched it, I thought, wow, what an amazing story. Even kind of believable although it would never actually happen in real life. And then it turned out it was based on a true story, SO. “Truth, of course, must of necessity be stranger than fiction,” says the ever-wise Chesterton, “for we have made fiction to suit ourselves.”
Anyway it’s about a group of Mexican kids who learn to play baseball and compete in the Little League World Series of 1957. It is so sweet (without being sappy) and so funny and so good. A movie worthy of the sport it is centered around – and believe me, I do not say that lightly. 😛
What is your favorite mystery book?
This question could’ve been so hard. Whose Body? would’ve won out over The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, its less-brilliant twist made up for by the fact that Peter Wimsey > Hercule Poirot, and that detective-assisted suicide is Not Cool, Fam. But the conflict would have been bloody.
Fortunately, all that is averted, because I recently read The Daughter of Time and GOODNESS ME, IS THIS LOVE? IS THIS WHAT MAKES LIFE DIVINE? The secret to writing the best mystery novel ever, it turns out, is solving a mystery that the reader already cares about before she even starts your book…Alas, that fact is not much use in general, but do bear it in mind, mystery writers.
What is your favorite mystery movie?
The Big Sleep. With Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall? If you haven’t seen it, you really ought to.
And then you should watch it again so you can pick up on all the clues you missed the first time around.
What is the most mysterious thing about you?
My perfect contentment with being single, apparently. It has engendered even more astonishment and mystification than my dislike of coffee and cake.
*shrugs* I don’t get it, either. Being single is great. Much better than coffee. Or cake. (But not coffee cake. That is better than being single, I have to say.)
Why do you think this tag is called “the mystery blogger award”?
‘Cuz it was created by Okoto Enigmas. (Key word: enigmas.) That’s my very boring theory, anyway.
this question is a mystery. react to its mysteriousness.
My dear Watson, it’s not a mystery at all. I know exactly what this sentence is hiding.
[Watson: You do? What’s it hiding?]
Pish-tosh, it’s quite obvious! Don’t tell me you don’t see it, my good fellow!
[Watson: I’m afraid, Holmes, that I don’t.]
Well, I shall give you time to think about it. You’ll certainly perceive the solution in a moment.
[Watson: I shall?]
Of course you shall. Now goodbye, old chap, I’m off to play my violin in an opium den whilst running the results of a recent chemical test I performed on the blood of a murder victim through my head. I need to relax, don’t you know.
[Watson: ……… ]
my best post:
I’ve actually changed my mind from last time. I think it’s this one (’cause I feel strongly about this, I guess), although this one (in which, by much racking my memory and occasional cheating, I managed to come up with fourteen whole romances that have proceeded from my pen) also brings me a rather inordinate amount of joy.
I shall not tag anybody this time, but some questions have sprung to mind, to which I’d love to see your answers in the comments (or in a post, if you want to consider yourself tagged): What is the best fictional friendship of all time? Can someone be interesting if nothing about them is a mystery? What is Hercule Poirot’s issue? Do you think (assuming you’re not one now) if you’d grown up among pacifists, you’d be a pacifist now? (And vice versa if you are a pacifist. And if you grew up one or the other and are now the opposite of the one you grew up as, what made you change your mind?) If the moon really was made of green cheese, would you eat it?