An All Souls Podcast
In Episode 9, we talk about structure, consent, Top Gun, magical education, and how to kill a mood. If you’re celebrating this weekend, have a lovely holiday — we’re so lucky to have you as a part of our lives! If you’d like to get in touch, follow us on Twitter at @chamomilenclove or shoot us an e-mail at chamomileandclovecast@gmail.com.
Merry merry and happy happy,
Cait and Jen
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This has been a *huge* week in the All Souls fandom in terms of film and casting announcements. If you haven’t already, you should definitely catch the first teaser trailer, which basically gave Cait and Jen a collective heart attack.
We managed to record our TV episode *before* this trailer, so you can expect us to talk about it next time as we discuss Chapters 16-18.
Let us know what you think about the cast and crew at chamomileandclovecast@gmail.com or on Twitter at @chamomilenclove.
xoxo
Cait and Jen
Thanks to everyone for tolerating our wee publishing hiccup – Cait didn’t expect to get quite so ill over the weekend. Nevertheless, without further ado, we present Episode 6 of Chamomile & Clove – On Love and Phlebotomy. Let us know if you have any difficulty downloading the episode through iTunes, or Stitcher. Thanks!
Enjoy!
xoxo
Cait and Jen
Chapter 41
“Under Marcus’s leadership.” Matthew raised his half-full wineglass. “To Marcus, Nathaniel, and Hamish. Honor and long life.”
In the Real-Time Reading Companion, Deb reveals that the soundtrack for Chapter 41 is Emmylou Harris’s “The Pearl.”
The lyrics are as follows:
We are aging soldiers in an ancient war
Seeking out some half remembered shore
We drink our fill and still we thirst for more
Asking if there’s no heaven what is this hunger for?
Our path is worn our feet are poorly shod
We lift up our prayer against the odds
And fear the silence is the voice of God
And we cry Allelujah Allelujah
We cry Allelujah
Sorrow is constant and the joys are brief
The seasons come and bring no sweet relief
Time is a brutal but a careless theif
Who takes our lot but leaves behind the grief
It is the heart that kills us in the end
Just one more old broken bone that cannot mend
As it was now and ever shall be amen
And we cry Allelujah Allelujah
We cry Allelujah
So there’ll be no guiding light for you and me
We are not sailors lost out on the sea
We were always headed toward eternity
Hoping for a glimpse of Gaililee
Like falling stars from the universe we are hurled
Down through the long loneliness of the world
Until we behold the pain become the pearl
Cryin? Allelujah Allelujah
We cry Allelujah
And we cry Allelujah Allelujah
We cry Allelujah
I can’t actually seems to track down the “On This Day” post for 30 October, but I’d be deeply in your debt if you could pass it on.
Chapter 42
“My mother used to wear it all the time,” Matthew said, picking it up between his thumb and index finger. “She called it her scribble ring because she could write on glass with the point of the diamond.”
In Deb’s post for Chapter 42, she talks about how she doesn’t like to make things up and prefers instead to draw from real-life objects when writing about her characters. She relates that she gets tons of reader questions about Ysabeau’s “scribble” ring. If you’re so inclined, you can buy a copy here.
The ring depicted in the post is a gimmal/gimmel ring from the collection of the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. They are so called because the Latin word for twin is gemellus.
The rings became popular in the 16th and 17th centuries and were often used as betrothal rings: wear one part of the ring at engagement, another after your ceremony. There are several fine specimens of ancient gimme rings in the Zucker collection in Baltimore. Many of the rings have traditional motifs, like hearts and hands, as symbols of love and fidelity.
Another scent–spicy and sweet–joined with the lavender, and I saw a tree laden with heavy, golden fruit.
Quince is a relative of both the apple and the pear and bears some similarity to both. It’s a hardy tree, flourishing in many climates despite its origins in Afghanistan and Iran. In ancient times, it was associated with the goddess Aphrodite. They’re difficult to eat raw–hard and very tart–but I happen to love them.
Curious about quince? Here’s a few things to get you started using them:
Quince: The Tough Fall Fruit With a Secret Reward
Martha Stewart.com: Quince Recipes
Chapter 43
She hunters makes; and of that substance hounds
Whose mouths deafe heaven, and furrow earth with wounds,
And marvaile not a Nimphe so rich in grace,
To hounds rude pursuits should be given in chase.
The verse really does exist – it comes from George Chapman’s “Shadow of Night.” The poem – published in 1594 – is Chapman’s earliest significant work of verse.
It treats the “theme of inspired melancholy,” a state of “deep and searching thought.”
For us, of course, it summons visions of Diana, the Goddess, and Matthew’s chess set.
With Matthew and Diana safely in the 16th century, our 2017 Real-Time Reading of A Discovery of Witches comes to a close. The Daemons cover Chapters 39-43 in Take 24!; they’ll start their chapter discussions for Shadow of Night very, very soon.
Thank you for joining me for this incredible journey; it’s been great fun and I can’t wait to see what you all have to say about the chapters as we approach them again during our discussions.
If you have comments, questions, concerns, etc., please feel free to get in touch via @chamomilenclove on Twitter or by e-mail at chamomileandclovecast@gmail.com. We couldn’t ask for a better, kinder, smarter, more enthusiastic audience; you make this little podcaster’s heart sing.
Happy Halloween, happy Samhain, and thank you for playing along with this year’s real-time reading.
xoxo
Cait
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