Quill and Quire and Quentin

While stumbling onto The Daily Posts’s Quill for today, I was reminded of learning a new word a few weeks ago. Being a book review blogger interested in supporting authors in doing what they love to do, I found myself researching a particular author one afternoon in order to best represent her work as a product of her character. My search led me to Quill and Quire, a Canadian book review magazine, where I spent a few moments digging. I eventually navigated through other “About”-related pages until I found the FAQs, where Quill and Quire stewardly explained what a “quire” was:
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74076e18d348378247b7da29244ea0c26e21d9ac (1)Normally, I’ll have a second thought about a new word anytime I hear one. When it comes to proper-ish nouns, though, I’m not as inclined to wonder about what a strange word might mean. It’s easy to go nuts trying to come up with the most unique name for a band, club, book, brand, pet, etc., and most of the time, I’ll resort to the thought that somebody was just trying to be different… While I’m sure that the person tasked with naming Quill and Quire was certainly going for a unique name, I didn’t immediately wonder what “quire” could mean.

I’m glad to have been prompted to learn about “quire,” though, as it’s certainly struck my bookish fancy. Feels very Harry-Potter-ish. While looking for images of quires like the one above, I’ve just now learned that a quire can also refer to a “choir” of music.

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Church Quire.

Preaching to the quire.

That just doesn’t even look the same. Although, if Quentin Quire was on the church quire, perhaps even singing from a quire, maybe I’d understand a little better.

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Jessica Jones Meets The Doctor

Okay, confession: I quickly wrote off “Jessica Jones” as just another lowish-budget Netflix production, and let it sit at the top of my Netflix home page for weeks. Without shame. No guilt felt. I haven’t exactly been impressed by the Netflix originals, other than “Sense 8″… that was a halfway decent series.

I’m a huge fan of Marvel Comics. More so, DC Comics (Batman will always be the better hero). Honestly, I’m a little surprised that I didn’t even give the “Jessica Jones” pilot a shot right off the get-go. I’m usually not that quick to judge something that I would usually have a good reason to have an interest in. I don’t know if it was the black and red theme of the cover image, or my subconscious reception of all the marketing that eventually just got on my nerves, or the pasty pale complection of Krysten Ritter making her crooked red smile stand out against her face. Forgive me, Jessica Jones.

Forgive me.

Three weeks ago, while hanging out with some friends, I sat in while they checked out the “Jessica Jones” pilot. It wasn’t anything special. The plot starts out as any typical detective story would – a couple comes to a private investigator and hires her to take their case. Jessica Jones has demons of her own, barely revealed in the pilot, so as to hook viewers into watching the rest of the series.

I wasn’t impressed.

This morning, while perusing Netflix, looking for something to occupy my Saturday morning binge shift, I stopped at “Jessica Jones”. Decided to watch Episode 2. The plot thickens. More questions are presented, less detail disclosed. Forty-five minutes later, I continued on to Episode 3.

Who shows up. Yes, Who. Who, himself, in the flesh, Who took me completely by surprise.

Don’t be fooled by this behind-the-scenes shot of Tennant and Ritter, though. This time, The Doctor isn’t here to negotiate with the aliens, save London from the Daleks, rescue a cruise ship from a larger-than-life parasite, or recruit a new companion. This time, The Doctor is the villain. And it’s hot.

Jessica Jones is a character that’s haunted by her past, by a man named Kilgrave who presumably can make a person do anything that he wants them to. Like mind control. Or sonic paper. Whichever sweetens your cup of tea.

Jessica’s experienced Kilgrave’s power first-hand, and has seen him exercise his ability on other people. She’s determined to fight him and stop him from hurting anyone else. Who other than David Tennant to play such a dark, mysterious role?

So far, through Episode 4, I’ve seen David Tennant on the screen a grand total of perhaps forty-five seconds. That is all. Therefore, pardon me while I excuse myself and anxiously binge watch to Who’s next appearance.