This review is going to take the form of screenshots, because that is what I had time for, and because there were plenty of good ones!

Let’s start with a little FBI!Mulder: 


Speaking of the FBI, the first mention of our favourite assistant director comes in Chapter Four! He is characteristically annoyed with Mulder. Skin-man!

Also in Chapter Four, but a couple pages later, comes this clarion call of a description of the nature of the X-files: 


Thanks for those Sparknotes, Mr. Grant.

Later (or perhaps it was earlier – I don’t remember), we get this helpful trip down memory lane – and we can all picture the scene as it played out in every repeat of this flashback on the show: the board game, the blue jersey worn by pre-teen Mulder, who barely looked like David Duchovny but had a similar haircut. SAMAAAANTHA…


Aside from that, the highlights of this book included a number of mentions of “portable phones,” as well as some other stuff I mentioned on Twitter in the following exchange:


Here is the first appearance of the denim jacket, as the finale of a mushy/expository description of the M&S partnership:

Another nice little moment is this one, in which Mulder is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed: 


Also this (awwww): 


Then they talk and it’s nice. Fwends!

Let’s end with a fun fact from my Kobo Reading Life: it took me four hours to read this book. The first book also took me four hours. But this one felt much longer. Perhaps because it was sprawled over more days?


Being an X-Phile and a Vancouver resident, I am fairly excited about the #XFilesRevival. Being also a bookworm, I somehow found myself publicly pledging to read all six original tie-in novels

I read one of these things back in about 1996, at which point I would have been in middle school. Then I forgot they existed for years. Then I remembered but turned up my nose at them. (What gives? I also had some sort of unofficial episode guide, which went the way of a garage sale when I moved out of my childhood home. I am currently regretting that, wishing I could just fly this nerd flag high now that I am in my more self-assured – and also nostalgic – adult years. In the words of a close friend and fellow X-Phile, a nerd is just someone who likes something a lot and isn’t afraid to admit it. Words to live by.)

Anyway, the novels. You can read more about them on this X-Files wiki, but the essential info is that six official (as in, franchised) novels were published over the (halcyon) years. I bought the whole a lot of them one night (they come cheap now as e-books), and set myself down with the first one straight away. It took me about four hours, according to the reading stats on my Kobo. Here are the results. YOU’RE WELCOME.

1. Goblins by Charles Grant (Harper Prism, 1994)

Basically, it is a mystery. Without giving any of the story away – because I know you are all planning to drop everything and read this old book for yourselves immediately – I will say that Moose and Squirrel are paired with a rookie agent team and sent to a backwater town to investigate a couple of murders that seem to have been perpetrated by an invisible person. There is some stuff about a secretive army base, and a profit-hungry scientist working on that base, and some townsfolk.

Goblins (The X-Files)

I hardly ever read mysteries, but I have read the occasional one, so I understand what to expect in terms of structure. This particular book, especially at the climax, cut very quickly back-and-forth between scenes, in a clear attempt to replicate the fast action of the show. As a reader I found this little confusing, but I got through it.

Most #so90s part: Mulder, At one point, checks out a hot girl who rollerblades past him and is described as wearing red satin shorts with a red satin tank top and having feathered bangs. Tubular!

Other best moment: the below reference to Scully’s “fashion life”. What? First of all, hilarious phrasing. Secondly, Scully is the most elegant and put-together lady on the whole TV. She couldn’t be mussed if she tried. Thirdly, the Scully POV is written so, so badly. This was true throughout the book. The writer simply could not get into her head and make her believable in the same way he did with Mulder, who was for the most part perfectly plausible and imaginable.

Some of the scenes were confusing and felt rushed. Is this just because writing action is hard? Another confusing thing about this novel was that I actually had to remember the names of characters who, on a TV show, play bit parts; while watching an episode, you only have to remember faces. Presumably this is also an aspect of the mystery genre that just takes getting used to. But there was a lot of me thinking to myself things like, “Oh, this name again. Is this the sergeant from the army base, or is this the scientist with the secret lab?”

One of the townsfolk is an elderly lady who comes off as slightly batty, and we are expected to develop a mild affection for her, but it feels forced. Then again, I suppose our affections are forced in a similar manner every time Mulder and Scully have to rescue some rando who appears for just one episode.

The Mulder–Scully dynamic was, I admit, captured pretty well. Small but tender gestures, minor counts of possessiveness, professional veneer and smooth functioning as a partnership, dry humor. No real complaints on this delicate front.

Conclusion: Story-wise, it was pretty much like watching a monster-of-the-week episode, which means, overall, I had a fun time. Writing-wise, it was like reading a decent fanfic that – bonus! – had been copy-edited. I expect the other novels to deliver in a similar way.

Here it is on Goodreads.

One down, five to go.

Husband-face and I just enjoyed some amazing Ethiopian food followed by a walk home. The spring weather is here, and it was a pleasure to take notice of our neighbourhood, spotting new things and celebrating familiar ones. Try doing the same in your neighbourhood sometime; it’s good to actively love your world!

The curious brick-work at “Mayor Baxter’s Mansion”:   

These delightful trellis stairs:


This winning rhododendron:

This best-ever giant blooming mystery tree:    

These explosive azaleas (and that Japanese maple):


This rustic-in-the-city walkway:


Happy spring!

Friend calls me.
Friend then calls my husband, demanding “Where is your wife?!”
I text back, “Am at a physio appointment. Will call you later.”
Friend replies, “Why am I only hearing about this now. Please check with me before all appointments in case I need to call you.”
I respond, “Totally reasonable request. How about I share all my Google calendars with you? Seems like the natural next step.”
Friend responds by sending the following hilarious calendar invitation.



Perhaps it’s a stretch to say that this has anything to do with art, but I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that it’s creative.

Happy Naw Ruz!

Happy Naw Ruz (Baha’i new year) from the friends and children gathered at our celebration last night! Dinner, music, art, dancing, and uplifting, sacred words – lovely evening!