Mountain Plaque

Oh BOY…………

“How easily it glows, how easily its light goes out- the firefly” …………………………. Chine

“Deep Calls to Deep” …………………………………………………………………Some Biblical Thingie

“Must be the season of the witch” …………………………………………………….Donovan

Well, Sunday began our recovery from the NYC extravaganza (foreshadowing here) and The Queen had decided that I needed a new guitar…… which she had found on the selling wall.  I am not typically, nor hardly, either an impulse nor a collector (toys) kind of buyer.  But I humored her, and we made the trek up to the booming metropolis of White River Junction and reluctantly purchased what looks like would have been played by Hank Williams on the Grand Ol’ Opry, which is kind of my dream to begin with.  So now I have a new guitar that I have no idea what to do with, but which looks really cool and has its own state of the art pickup.  Our reward for this was a must- stop at the infamous Wicked Awesome Barbecue where we dined outside in tent in sweltering 94° heat.  From there, it was all into the search for the elusive bonding products to repair the front of our house- prior to the start of The Queen’s latest and greatest effort to repaint the whole magillah………… which might get completed sometime in this millennium.  Did I mention how hot it was?  This resulted in trips to three different Home Depot’s, in two states, and holding the general manager of the last one at gunpoint to acquire the necessary products.  Subsequent to this, we crawled home semi- exhausted- (more foreshadowing.)

Began to have a few sniffles on Sunday night which I attributed to unaccustomed exposure to air conditioning that made everything in the city feel like entering a walk in freezer, but by Monday morning was feeling a bit worse for the wear.  Determined to work through this, I spent the day working online and doing zoom calls, going to the gym, and playing music Monday night.  By nightfall it was worse.  Tuesday morning decided to take the dreaded test, which was resoundingly positive…. WTF………  Which only reaffirms my belief that these days the two most dangerous things to do are to fly and to go to New York.  As a result, was I went to New York, got the plague, and had to cancel my planned trip to North Carolina for family reunion……what a world.

So, back to the world of masks and isolation and feeling generally like a leper.  So, you might imagine there’s not much to say about this week………….  But, alas, you know well that is not my style, and thus here is live report of what Stuie did with his week of Plaque-cation (get it?):

I read two whole books

I watched hours of classic appearances on Austin City limits, which I was not aware still existed, but which I found out is the longest running the entertainment show in television history; Jackson Browne, Merle haggard, anyone?

Found my buried treasure of handkerchiefs that and then sneezed thru a dozen in a day.

I discovered how to connect the portal with FaceTime and spent time with the entire family in North Carolina……….  All of whom did not seem to even realize that I had not made it……. there’s a deflater.

 I reluctantly picked up a paintbrush, and washed, scraped and sanded the entire front entrance portico to our house, while TQ flew around –up on various pieces of staging, scraping and bonding the roofline and upper windows.

I spent an hour a day bitching about the handyman we hired to assist us in painting the house, who, in typical VT. fashion, dropped off the staging and ladders and then disappeared.  What were we thinking? 

I commiserated with God’s Own Mandolin Player, and prepared or refined set lists for three upcoming gigs…………………  Thinking about songs that could be played with masks on.

I watched several episodes of the Lone Ranger…. nuff said, masked man.

I swam in the wonderfully clean, though very brown, Pond for the first time……, naked……  managing to not get bit by our newest monsters snapping turtle.

I watched wistfully, through the screen door, as the. Dumpmaster took advantage of my illness to make repeated visits to woo The Queen.

I took my masked self to Home Depot, where we spent my last six months’ earnings on the painting project………………. that will likely never end.

I made friends with Ivy, Lucy’s erstwhile suiter, and even lured her into the house, where she mingled on the porch with all the non Covid living beings in our household.

I watched more Austin City limits.  I read more books.  I took a nap.

I cleaned and organized the back of our barn – just to see if breathing in asbestos for hours would adversely affect my Covid………. apparently did not………  except I can no longer see out of one eye.

I watched several old taped baseball game……… since we do not have cable and I cannot watch them live…. better than nothing? maybe….

Practiced my technology skills by updating many programs on both of my laptops………….  Leading to only several minor crashes…………  And the need to start in safe mode……. nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I sweated a lot, ate a lot of carbs, gained a few pounds and went to the grocery with two masks on yesterday, which seemed to result in excellent customer service.

I generally felt sorry for myself for 48 hours……………and then decided it could be a lot worse.

Long story short……….  I had a bad cold for 2 ½ days, and am now back to jogging, and normal routine……though continuing to lay around and wear a mask whenever TQ comes in the house………..  To avoid any further painting assignments……  it could be worse

Getting ready to head out in a 90° heat and sweat the last of it out……. and actually symptom free for three days; thankfully in time for several music events, an overnight work trip, and our mid-summer visit back to Ohio (and the g-daughters) next weekend for 10 days……….  The Lord is my shepherd………  I SHALL not weep………

Got to go see a man about a dog………but I’ll be back……… 

Risen from the ashes,

Stu-ber

Stu’s Reviews- #814- Book – “The Postcard””- Anne Berest

Genre: Book             

Grade: A-

Notable People: Anne Berest

Title:  Harbor Lights: The Postcard

Review: An unsigned postcard arrives at the Berest home in Paris in January of 2003. A photo of the Opera Garnier is on the front – on the back, no message, just four names written in ballpoint pen – Ephraim, Emma, Noemie and Jacques. The names were of writer Anne Berest’s maternal great-grandparents and their children (her aunt and uncle) who had died in Auschwitz. It takes 16 more years for her to try to find out who sent that postcard and why, and what that story discloses about her family. Set in France, and an Incredibly hard hitting and, at times, extremely painful recounting of the horrors of the Nazis and the Holocaust – but on a very personal/familial level. Well written historical fiction, that may be closer to non-fiction than not. This is not a fast book to read, as I had to put it down at times, as it became so fraught with emotion and tragedy, but a lot of heroism as well. It’s a time we would all like to, but should never forget. Very well translated from the original French best-seller.

Greenie-Weenies

Oh Brother, How Art Thou?

“The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of his tail” ……………… Rabindranath Tagore

“All is one, one is none, none is ALL” ……………………………………………. ZEN

“I got you Babe” ……………………………………………………………………Sonny Bono

Feelin’ the RAMBLE this morning, after a week of sturm and drang…so going with the abstract form……. the swelling is in the telling….

Sunday last was trekkin’ day, per custom, and off we went to the high country between Rutland and Danby in search of the museum of dirt roads; finding a beauty, complete with miles of matrices of hanging maple lines crisscrossed with raging streams, water wheels and vistas………  eventually leading us back to the draw of the two slice of special at Ramuntos…….  Just in time for roving alarms signaling the rare occurrence of tornadoes in the mountains……….  No climate change here……

The day the music died…………  Reminded this past Monday that weekly Folk Club at The Mount is not quite pulling into Bunty Station……………  Circles and song sheets are a poor replacement for soulful inspiration……….  Where are the men that I used the sport with?

Tuesday sauna workout at the Springhouse at Okemo Mt………….  Upside: the building and the facilities are all mine ….and what a view…….  Downside: broken air conditioning and working out in 89° heat…….  Must not be any free lunch……

Check out the photo of the new Library Maven’…………  my new volunteering gig at the Mount…….  Consisting of a two-hour weekly shift shooting the breeze with various local visitors and waiting for a train……….  My own library romper room…….

Has anyone checked out the HBO documentary on the history of Stax/Volt music? …………Otis, Sam and Dave, the Fabulous Bar-Kays, Isaac………… This may be the real American music………. the role of soul…….

Mid-week role into town to visit in Rutland Co-op……….  To acquire various seeds, stems, and bin potions for The Queens’ concoctions……………  I had to fight my way in, wielding a large organic carrot, due to my failure to own, wear or display a pair of Birkenstocks………….

Our new ambition to rid our barn (and souls) of 40 years of unwanted crap has resulted in a personal mandate to haul a minimum of five items per week to the dump……….  This week we made a special trip on Wednesday night with a whopping 10 plus items, of dubious distinction, loading down our trunk………  who knew that The Dumpmaster convenes his entire court mid-week…………  Clearly this is the place to see, be seen and conduct all forms of nefarious business………….  Much of our junk did not even make it to the bins, before being swallowed up by the hordes of shark like mountain folk…. …..

TQ is currently on the project rampage…….  Yard barely recognizable………….  Secret items arriving daily to the neighbors mailbox (she thinks I don’t know) ………..  This week she banished me to the basement to clean 10 years of dust and debris, requiring the double N-95 masking……… …while upstairs a new window appeared in my bathroom and plans were made for multiple construction projects……………  The coming week will apparently herald the initiation have a multiyear house painting project, led by the brand new assistant Dumpmaster……

I returned for the first time in some years to the table of the Masseuse in Da Trailer for hot rocks, suction and a full assessment of my spiritual wellbeing while she manhandled my ancient bones…

Friday we made our way down the iconic Taconic…….  filled with memories of my long ago childhood treks with my long gone father to West Point…. reasons unknown……  but always including a stop at the beloved Chief Martindale Diner (the real deal) ……still in business….and hosting our visits almost 70 years later….

This led us to our usual 24-hour annual whirlwind trip to visit my Cousins in the Big Apple surroundings…………  Five meals, 60,000 carbs and too much wine later we made our way home last night……….  Family- finding has become a mission of mine in my waning years….  And we were able to gather eight Cousins together for the traditional meal meeting at one of a dozen Italian Restaurants in the affluent Burb of Tuckahoe….

We stayed with my closest cousin in her high-rise apartment in the last bastion of Jewishness left in the five Boroughs………….  In a building self-contained to survive the next nuclear war and containing somewhere in the neighborhood the 10,000 scurrying souls……….  All of which proves to be a startling delights to Lucy, who must have been a very urban dog in a previous life……  who knew that she knew from elevators, noisy apartment neighbors and pissing on concrete? …  Bonus was a Saturday morning jog to a classic bagel emporium during the height of the rush hour to the massive Riverdale Shul…………  Bobbing and weaving through the hustling, suited and yarmulke bearing, murmuring observers of the faith………  leaving them a bit startled as I whizzed uttering “Good Shabas”, from what must have appeared to be a lunatic fifth Goy with a dog and a bag of bagels….

Not to mention stopping every 20 yards to snap photos of the quaint little Hobbit houses that probably sell for four million dollars….to Jews and Goys alike……….  there is some ancient, primeval attraction to these places I’ve spent years trying to leave behind, yet which emerges the moment I hit NYC traffic and my inner taxi driver returns from hiatus….

And is there a more alluring sight than the mighty Hudson River making its way from THE great city to the mountains and beyond….

Well, much as there is many more ramble to tell….that must wait for another time as we have to go see a man about a guitar…….  Don’t ask

So, until we meet again, may the sun warm your shoulders, and may you find a real slice of pizza regardless of your location……

Estuardo

Stu’s Reviews- #813- TV Series – “The Gentleman”- Netflix- 1 Season

Genre: TV Series         

Grade: B

Notable People: Theo James, Kaya Scodelario, Daniel Ings, Giancarlo Esposito, Created by: Guy Ritchie

Title: The Gentleman

Review: created by cutting edge director Guy Ritchie for Netflix, it is a spin-off of Ritchie’s 2019 film of the same name

Edward Horniman (the wonderfully deadpan James) has unexpectedly inherited a massive, regal estate and the title of Duke of Halstead at the reading of the last will and testament of his deceased father. He learns that the land has become part of a weed growing empire run by enchantress, and deadly, Susie Glass (Scodelario). He must navigate a wacked out, semi-sophisticated and bourgeois world of eclectic and dangerous characters with sordid agendas, while to keep his eccentric family, and himself, alive. Amusing, but on the dull side- though the legendary refined menace of Esposito makes it worth it when he is on camera (not enough). Seems an unlikely renewal to me.

Heatin’ and Greetin’ in The Mount

Bonosera, Bonosera“White dew over the potato field…. the Milky Way” ………………….Shiki

“What a caterpillar calls the end of the world, we call a butterfly” …………………………..Eckhart Tolle

“Be THE Ball” ………………………………………………………………………………………..Caddyshack Zen

The Hot Tamale Heat Wave hit The Greens this week; pumping out near 100° heat for several days.  The Queen went haywire with temperature control……. opening and closing every window in the house, multiple times a day, for four or five days- ostensibly either keeping the heat out or containing the cool in.  Regardless of our interior state, midweek resembled a blast furnace outside- a rare occurrence in our mountain idyll.  We even resurrected the ancient window air conditioner to assist with sleep in the upper sauna.  Then, lo and behold, thunderstorms hit, and within hours we were huddled in blankets against the night chill-very Mountainesque.

We started the week last Sunday in search of a Father’s Day dinner; the dining out experience now akin to searching for the lost city of Atlantis.  After finding two advertised- as- open places closed and boarded, and sitting around a third totally chaotic waiting area, we bit the bullet and settled for Applebee’s………really Applebee’s (though, I am ashamed to admit that the 2 fer 25 is alluring-not quite free lunch- but alluring nonetheless). 

Filled with plentiful, if unspectacular, dinner fare, we sought a short grocery run- continuing our experiment with doing our shopping at the low rent Price Chopper; after weeks of disgust with Hannaford’s skyrocketing prices and failure to stock what we want.  The Chopper clearly appeals to a different clientele……. who apparently are now us.  The highlight of our trips there is often the assistance we require, and receive, at the barely functioning self-checkout; delivered in adventurous style by an extremely cross-eyed young man who is clearly on the spectrum and probably with Asperger’s; our interactions often involving something approaching pantomime.

Can anyone tell me what exactly a Webinar is, anyway?

In the highlight of the week, we returned on Tuesday to the splendor of the lovely Hub at Weston dining room for the monthly community lunch gathering.  We were amongst a small group in the very upscale, faux –rustic-mountain cottage dining room and clearly the youngest people there by a decade or more.  Not only did we enjoy a spectacular gourmet luncheon (almost Downton- Abbey-esque) but we were sent packing with multiple take out portions for friends in need back at The Mount.  Sadly, we were unable to deliver these in a timely fashion, and ate them instead.  I am reassured in my belief, that there is indeed Free Lunch. (ya feelin’ me, Feel?)

Lucy and I have resumed weekly dirt road walks with the Erstwhile Russian Spy; often resulting in long and in winding remembrances of life on The Mount; most of which are clearly fabricated, but fascinating nonetheless; and who am I to take issue with fabrication?  This week the walk started right outside our door in sprinkles, and up the hill to the home of the displaced Southies thru a roaring thunderstorm, returning Le Spy to our house drenched…just in time for dinner date.

After the heat, the chill and the downpours, Friday was nice enough for a day trip out to the Middlebury area.  We decided to take a long-cut, heading west over to Castleton and then up Route 30, a remarkably lovely drive, through the verdant Champlain valley; miles and miles of rich green farmland surrounded by The Greens to the west and the Adirondacks to the east.  Our reward was lunch from never-changing Momma Corleone, at the eccentric Costello’s Italian deli, nestled covertly in the fascinating old Marble Works section of Middlebury.  In between rain drops, we settled for dinner on the ground next to the raging river, with the old Marble factories looming in the background.

Saturday, after a belabored visit to the Dumpmaster, and his new protégé, we had a fine beat-the –rain walk on a nearby dirt road before settling in for rainy afternoon nap.  We are expecting severe storms this afternoon, likely to preempt our planned outing to an outdoor Weston playhouse performance up by Ascutney, which we may alternately catch in Grafton, later this week.  The show is really directed at children under 12, but there is free lunch, so what the hey?

Planning to hit The Trailer for massage this week from the elusive Masseuse, and make the trek down to The Apple later in the week to see the aging Cousins, of which I might add, I am the youngest; you go boy……….

Time to go and inspect the weed growth for this week.  Be brave, Be kind, Be curious.  Till then……

Papi-San

Stu’s Reviews- #812- Book – “Harbor Lights: Stories””- James Lee Burke

Genre: Book       

Grade: A-

Notable People: James Lee Burke

Title:  Harbor Lights: Stories

Review: Burke, who may be Americas most gifted and greatest living writer- has become prolific in his old age; now putting out an extraordinary two books a year in his late 80s. This is his astounding second in 2024 alone and is a collection of eight short stories and novellas. A bit uneven; with maybe three classic, three very good and two a little drifting-but still……..his characters transcend any time or place-though they are well ensconced, usually either in remote Montana or the deep Bayou in rural Louisiana. This, like all his books, is full of raw power, pinpoint imagery and deep exploration of our shared psyches-from his lens as a tortured war vet, hanging- by- a- thread recovering addict and grieving father. To say more is superfluous, so instead I will quote from late in his last novella of this collection:

“What am I looking for? The past. The space where most of our answers lie. And also the place foe which we have the least respect. The human personality never changes. Read The History of the Church by Eusebius. It’s not about the church; it’s about 4th-century Rome and ultimately about us. We witness the deaths of the martyrs in the arena, but the Herd and most of the other players are the same bunch that are with us today, totally committed to the dirty boogie and doing it in four-four time.” ………………………………………………..WOW…………………………….

Groovin’ INDA Greens

Bonjour mes Belles Personnes:

Happy Father’ Day to all whom the shoe fits……or foo shits…….

“Coming or going, always at home” …………………………………………………………..Zen

“The cool breeze takes up its abode……even in a single blade of grass” …………….…Issa

“Yes, I’m workin’ my way back to you, babe…with a burnin’ love inside” ……………….Bob Gaudio

Father’s day Sunday morning sunshine abounds, but I wake from hazy sleep with questions on my mind.

Is there a connection between the price of milk and high percentage of people living off social programs in the state of Vermont?

How important as garnish?

Is it a traditional father’s day gift for the birds to tweet and the train to Choo Choo at 5:00 AM on the designated morning?

We started our week with the traditional Sunday night visit (clearly a Jewish thing) to the splendor of East for long awaited reunion with the roast duck with pine nuts.  Lovely setting on the road to Killington, white tablecloths, Asian elegance, prices that defy the cost of Chinese Food anywhere else.

On the way, we got in a walk with Lucy and discovered a major new dirt road opp; running off route 103 on the old, and currently closed, Airport road.  This is a Bermuda Triangle walk, in which one could disappear, and leads to an old gristmill and mid 1800s covered bridge being rebuilt.  No cars, no people, rear of the regional Airport security massive fence, hillside overkill- are there terrorists targeting the Rutland regional Airport?

It appears that are Belmont General store is getting close to reopening, after two years of closure and massive rehabilitation- which may foreshadow no longer having to make a road trip to pick up butter, or beer- though there is some question of whether the new owners have any sense of the local’s needs or are trying to create a tourist mecca destination in the middle of nowhere.

Have I mentioned how difficult it has been to locate new release library books here in The Mount; currently I have the Mount Holly and Ludlow libraries competing for my esteemed business- as in which one is able to locate any book released in the last millennium.

My weekly trip to Rutland for the comprehensive shopping day provided an opportunity to continue my search for a lunch less than $13.00; I scored the $6.00 high-quality breakfast sandwich at Olivia’s Market- which is the equivalent of free lunch.  See, there is free lunch.

Thursday night we made our first visit of the year to the Weston Playhouse to see the Vermont style production of Jersey Boys; more impressive then you might imagine from the oldest summer stock theater company in the country.  We met our favorite Southie (well, maybe co-favorite) from the castle at the top of Bowlsville road, for a wonderful dinner in the exclusive Hub at Weston, connected to the theater; supping on the terrace on a magnificent summer eve whilst being served by an array of extremely precise and well-coiffed young men- what a night!

At the Dump this week, I encountered the new sub Dumpmaster, who claims to be a skilled handyman which we have arranged to find out.  The true Dumpmaster apparently remains dubious.

Last night we attended a small birthday dinner cookout at the Masseuse in the Trailer’s place, for her partner, Metal Mike.  The Masseuse has been out of circulation for the past two years after a series of losses; so it was a big occasion and revolved around their new state of the art gas griddle (compared to the half assembled built one our barn that has mystifying Korean instructions and that we bought for $75.00 at Walmart).  Since COVID, Metal Mike has also become a mixology connoisseur, so we had giant fu-fu concoctions of unknown origin along with brilliantly griddled smash burgers.

It has been an interesting week all the way around, but the absolute highlight the week (maybe of the decade) was our trip midweek down to Manchester to pick up the print job for TQ’s Association for their annual mail stuffing solicitation.  We intended to dine as the Burmese hole in the wall we discovered last year run by the Soup Nazi and his lovely wife; who makes bearing the NAZI worthwhile.  Sadly, they were closed, which is unpredictable- so we settled for a New York style pushcart meal of hot dogs with mustard and sauerkraut in a parking lot, served by middle age lady claiming to have “the best buns in town”- which turned out to be true.

From there, we headed out of town on quaint route 7A to find the print shop, which was set in a small industrial park. While TQ went in to see to the printing, I went next door to what appeared to be a confectionery and chocolate haven. Entering, I realized it was more production then retail.  I was about to leave when the gentleman behind a glass partition in the vestibule asked if he could help me. As I turned to him he yelled out my name and came rushing out to greet and embrace me.  Ron, the owner of Mother Myricks’ deserts, and we had met at a wine and music dinner at the Manchester Inn seven years ago and he asked, at the time, to be added to the Blog mailing list.  Turns out, he is likely the number one follower to my blog (did not even know I had followers”), is an avid reader, waits each Sunday for the Blog release with baited breath; he and his wife Jackie had actually discussed coming to find us in The Mount so that they could meet the various characters that populate the weekly Sunday sermon.

To say that this freakishly chance meeting made the day for both of us, would be a gross understatement.  It was like finding a long lost treasure and allowed me to figure out who one of my subscriber email addresses actually belonged to.  Turns out we share a plethora of cultural interests, and that Ron is fond of quoting the blog to his long suffering wife and looking up various and sundry lyrical obscura references I include for my own amusement, and am never really sure anyone else or really cares.  Ron insisted we go back into town to visit his wife at the retail location; which resulted in quizzical looks and very fine desserts, before stopping back to see Ron and snap a photo, which he dressed up for and seemed to view as equivalent to being on the cover of Rolling Stone.

Ron, this BLOG’s for you!!!!!! My newest friend and best reader. Long May You Ron.

What can I say, one in a million——who loves Blog, Blog….…we love Blog, Blog.

Till next time,

 Papi

Stu’s Reviews- #811- TV Series – “In Flanders Fields””- PBS- 1 Season (French/ Belgian with sub-titles and some English)

Genre: TV Series     

Grade: B+/A-

Notable People: Lize Feryn, Wietse Tanghe, Matthieu Sys, Barbara Serafian, Wim Opbreauk, Sven Mattke, Created by: Jan Matthys

Title: In Flanders fields

Review: Ten part 2014 gritty mini-series on BBC/PBS (who are clearly the new kings of drama) telling the story of the Boesman family living under German occupation in Ghent, Belgium during the first world war. Flanders Fields is a common English name of the World War I battlefields in Belgium and France. The battle scenes can be an assault on the senses- as this “war to end all wars certainly was”. The horrors of the gas attacks are well portrayed as is the brutal lack of regard the Germans had for those they conquered. The story is told thru the lens of a successful doctor, his wife and their three adult (ish) children; all of whom become intricately involved in the war. No happy endings here- but very well done drama with no lack of surprises.  

Stu’s Reviews- #810- TV Series – “The Patient”- HULU- 1 Season

Genre: TV Series      

Grade: A++

Notable People: Steve Carell, Domhnall Gleeson, Linda Emond, David Alan Grier, Created by: Joel Fields and Joe Weisberg

Title: Astrid

Review: I don’t give this rating lightly. In one of the more remarkable performances in recent memory, Steve Carrel transforms himself into the symbolic ghost of famed analyst and Auschwitz survivor, Viktor Frankl (“don’t wake me up if I am having a nightmare- the reality is much worse”), to treat a serial killer patient how is holding him hostage. Intrigued? You should be. This is a 20-minute show (until the last cataclysmic episode)- that feels like you have watched it for two hours. Darkness and intensity do not come close to describe it. This show was suggested to me by my old friend, Bruce, a renowned analytic practitioner in his own right, and I’m deeply grateful to him for the experience. Both carrel and Gleeson, as the tormented serial killer who wants to get better, are riveting. Their relationship is riveting; the mother living upstairs is riveting. Pure art. A one and done unfortunately, but the ten episodes are transformative. The end music of Leonard singing “You Want it Darker” (his last recording) with an orthodox Jewish choral backing and a Cantor is beyond fitting.

Stu’s Reviews- #809- TV Series – “Astrid”- PBS- 1 Season (French with sub-titles)

Genre: TV Series  

Grade: A-

Notable People: Sara Mortensen, Lola Deweare, Created by: Laurent Burtin, Alexandre de Seguins

Title: Astrid

Review: For my money, PBS is on top of the streaming world for all kinds of wonderful drama series-although you have to like sub- titles for many of them. This is a new one, about a young woman deeply on the spectrum, who becomes unlikely friends with a very tough police officer (Deweare- Think the Zaftig one from Cagney and Lacey) and becomes an asset to the Parisian police crime fight team with her striking memory and deductive abilities. Mortensen is brilliant in the title role, incredibly nuanced, and charming- hard not to wonder if the actor herself is on the spectrum, she is so dead on. Pants a nice picture of the capabilities of people with autism and their potential and value-and it quietly funny while featuring good murder mysteries. Cast is flawless. Definitely a returner for at last two more seasons.