[This post is safe for non-readers of the books and non-watchers of the television series. *cough*Natalie*cough*]
As he did with Battlestar Gallactica (or so I’m told because I never watched it), Ronald D. Moore does podcasts for every episode of Outlander. I came across them only recently and decided to listen to them in chronological order rather than jumping in with the most recent episode. My preferred method of listening to the podcast is to synch it with the televised episode (sound off, close-captioning on).
Watching one episode per day (or thereabouts), last night I came upon the highly disturbing “The Garrison Commander” (106). For this podcast Ron was accompanied by his three cats, the third of which is named Romeo.
I have a Romeo, too! I bet Ron’s isn’t as handsome as my boy is.
This fact might not have been blog-post worthy, were it not for something I came across the night before while reading Voyager, Diana Gabaldon’s third book in the Outlander series.
My Kindle app tells my I’m 65% of the way through Voyager, but recent going has been slow. Glancing ahead to the next chapter (to determine how far I’d read before turning off the light), I espied a word familiar to me, but had never encountered in fiction. It took me a moment or two to realize what I’d read.
The purser on board the HMS Porpoise is named “Mr. Overholt.” I’ve seen Overholtzer in creative works before, even Overholtz, but never Overholt.
This Mr. Overholt is described as a bald-headed, short, rotund fellow, so he can’t be related. All of the Overholt men I know are either very tall, hair-gifted, or both.
I may have to change my opinion of Ms. Gabaldon. But I probably won’t.