Monday, August 17, 2009

Happy birthday, CJ

I miss you, doll. Oh, and Happy birthday, Dr. Dan!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Rex Stout: Not Quite Dead Enough and Booby Trap

Rex Stout: Not Quite Dead Enough and Booby Trap: Two Nero Wolfe Mysteries is, as the title suggests, two short mysteries under one cover. Both feature Archie Goodwin in uniform. ::flutter:: Neither tale was up to Wolfe's usual standards. Both were too short to get a real feel for, but there were some laugh-out-loud moments and I thought each was certainly worth the bit of time it took to read them. Recommended as a quick pick-me-up.

In an unrelated note, I had a customer name come across my desk today: Rex Wolfe. I do believe someone's parental units were fans...

DNF: E X Ferrars: Skeleton in Search of a Closet

I stumbled across this one and loved the title. I just didn't bother past chapter one, thus the DNF (Did Not Finish). I don't normally review my DNF's, but I just wanted to say that there was nothing wrong with this book really, it's just not my cuppa. About the fourth time I was having to read a description of how someone took off their coat and where it was put and what someone was dressed in -- in detail-- and it apparently had nothing to do with what was going on, I gave up. I mean, hey, I get up in the morning, take my shower, brush my teeth, put on undies, pants, top, my watch, brush my hair... but I don't think anyone should be bored to tears with that kind of detail. I got up and went to work. I assume you understand I did all the usual stuff it takes to get to that point. I have a peeve about that kind of writing. Can't help it. Won't change it. Sorry. If you've got a story to tell, get to it already. Life is short and my TBR (To Be Read) pile is endless.

Shirley Jackson: We Have Always Lived in the Castle

We Have Always Lived in the Castle has been on my TBR list since I was in my late teens, back when pterodactyl ruled the not-so-friendly skies. If you've not read it, I can only say: do so. It's not a mystery per-se but it sure feels like one. There's not much I can say about it which will not spoil it majorly other than the simple cover story: a family is wiped out by poison, leaving only two daughters, and an uncle who managed to survive the poisoning but only just. After saying that, it may sound strange to say it is a delightful book, but it is. Delightful and disturbing and certainly something that will linger in your head for a long, long time. I really like dear little Merricat when she decries the need to leave her home for "the simple need for books and food" -- in that order. I can so relate to that. WHALINC was worth the wait. I wish I'd gotten hold of it sooner.

Agatha Christie: By the Pricking of My Thumbs

Wow, another Christie detective duo I'd not been aware of: Tommy and Tuppance. Have I been living on the moon, or what? I like Tommy and Tuppance much better than Frankie and Freddie, but that could have something to do with my age. Tommy and Tuppance just felt as though they had more substance, and certainly they have more life experience. By the Pricking of My Thumbs is quite a bit darker than Why Didn't They Ask Evans? What starts as a suspected elder abduction twists into a cold case of child murder. A case someone wants very much to remain cold. Christie twists the plot into multiple layers and doesn't hold back on the wit or charm to temper the horror. It's quite a good read. I'm looking forward to reading more of Tommy and Tuppance.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Rex Stout: Fer-de-Lance

Fer-de-Lance marks the debut of Nero Wolfe, but there is no stumbling here. Like Athena, he seems to pop forth fully formed from the brain of Zeus. The scene where Wolfe tries to comprehend golf in 60 seconds or less was priceless. I love the humor and the spunk of the Wolfe mysteries. They've just got their own sensibility and you really feel like you've just walked into Stout's world and he's winking off-stage saying, enjoy, don't you wish you could live here? I do, indeed. I have a goal of reading/re-reading every Nero Wolfe story at least once before I die. And Kindle, eReader, Fictionwise, etc, need to get off their duffs and get these in e-format. I've been slurping up Stout's omnibuses (is that a word?) as fast as I can find them. My grandfather once upon a time had several Nero Wolfe novels way high up on his bookshelf, but I was way too young back then to appreciate them. ::attempting to kick self -- not a pretty sight:: Youth is wasted on the young.

Agatha Christie: Sad Cypress

This mystery, I think, was much better than Why Didn't They Ask Evans? Sad Cypress starts with what you would expect to be the ending: the suspect in the dock, accused of double homicide. As Poirot reluctantly begins his investigation, he finds that everything points to the accused being guilty. But Poirot decides it all fits too neatly. He turns contrarian and sets out to free his woman. So to speak. Christie's up to her usual misdirection and does it quite well. I'm surprised this isn't one of her more famous tales. It really is quite good.

Donald Harstad: The Big Thaw


As I noted, Harstad's Eleven Days was excellent, but The Big Thaw blew me away. I was reading out of order again, rushing to beat a library deadline, and there were some references to a previous book, but nothing I couldn't follow. Plenty of spoilers for the missed book, though. Oh, well. My bad. I like Harstad's world. It's a world in which forensics are costly and labs are backed up. You know: reality. Not like CSI Las Vegas or Miami or Whereverthehell, where you work in a glass-walled lab and have more high-tech equipment than NASA. And where the lab techs are all deputized to interrogate prisoners and take an active part in the investigations. Pu-leeze.

But I digress. This novel didn't have the gore of Eleven Days and felt a bit more action-oriented. Not like Bruce Willis action-oriented, but you get the gist. This time out, Harstad's crew was up against the FBI and a team of home grown terrorists. Good character development and good procedural. Did I mention I really like this author? OK. I'll stop gushing.

Agatha Christie: Why Didn't They Ask Evans?

This was my first Bobby and Frankie mystery. In fact, I didn't realize Christie wrote more than Poirot and Marple mysteries. Well, pardon my duh. As a couple, Bobby and Frankie were cute and the book was enjoyable but it all felt quite light. I wasn't expecting that from Christie but it was enjoyable. One thing I thought was a bit of a stretch, the victim falls over a cliff, but his last words are "Why didn't they ask Evans?" Talk about focused... A good read, but I'll stick to Poirot and Marple as my favorites.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

UR by Stephen King


UR is a novelette, Stephen King's take on the Kindle. King's Kindle is, of course, special, but I think most of us who own one of these little marvels believes ours are special, so I can't fault him for that. My Kindle is named Earl, as in "My Name is..." and he came to replace Fred, who gave up the ghost far, far too young and is still deeply missed. Both Fred and Earl are Kindle 1's because, yes, I'm an early adopter: books of all kinds, all lengths, all genres, downloadable from the ethos in under a minute -- OMG move over and let me at that!

But I digress.

King's Kindle is special: for starters, it's pink. Everyone knows Kindles (so far) are white. All of them. Unless you buy one of those nice little skins and stick it on yourself. Amazon's taken a lot of flack for the white, but the idea is that the Kindle fades into the background as you read and then it's just you and the words. It's brilliant at that. Much better than books, as anyone who's ever tried to read a paperback in bed and had to fight with the blasted booklight can attest. I don't understand why when Apple comes out with their bright white device, it's called brilliant simplicity but when Amazon does it it's called lack of imagination. Well, considering Steve Jobs swears no one reads anymore, maybe it's just non-reader snobbery. I dunno. My first computer was an Apple, back when dinosaurs roamed. It was white. And it left me so broke, I've been "reduced" to PC's ever since. But I'm not bitter.

Back to King's special K: Besides being pink, this Kindle has a spectacular talent: it can transmit to it's lucky reader books by his favorite authors: books those authors never actually wrote. Books they would have written, however, had they lived longer.

Imagine, as King does, the output of a Hemingway who did not die in 1961, but who remained productive though to 1964. A world where Poe hung on for another 26 years and where Raymond Carver lived to be 70. Where Shakespeare died in 1620 and produced two additional, ever more brilliant plays. Now imagine a reality where all these glorious, unread treasures wait for you, dear reader, to simply press a button and within a minute hold them in your hands -- all for the nominal price of $9.99 or less.

My heart is actually beating faster just thinking about it. Go ahead, take a moment, catch your breath. I'll wait.

Back? Ok. UR, being King, dissolves into a kind of half-hearted attempt at horror and the perils of breaking Time Paradox laws. The rest is pretty much anti-climax after the idea of all those great books we'll never get to read (like seventeen -- seventeen! -- more John D MacDonald novels). Man. In the end, Wesley, the protagonist, looses his Kindle to the Paradox Police. But for a brief while, all those literary treasures were his for the reading.

"Do you understand how lucky you are?"
"Yes," Wesley whispered.
"Then say thank you."
"Thank you."

Friday, August 7, 2009

When You Are Engulfed in Flames - David Sedaris


This one has been on everyone's read list with high marks. And, of course, there is that remarkable title, so finally, I ordered the book just to see what all the fuss is about. Thankfully, the fuss was right this time. This guy is funny as homemade hell on a stick. And I mean that in a good way. He's got a great eye for people and the weirdness that passes for normalcy. The frightening part is, I think I've met some of these people.

My favorites in the collection are:

  • "Buddy Can You Spare a Tie"
  • "Momento Mori"
  • "Ariel"
  • "Man in the Hat"
  • "The Smoking Section"

I think I would enjoy meeting Mr. Sedaris. I would enjoy meeting Hugh even more, I think. Pretty handy guy.

"That's Amore" had me wishing for someone of his caliber to be around to write MY obituary. Oh well. I can't die, anyway. My To Be Read stack is currently endless. Maybe later.

Hercule Poirot's Christmas - Agatha Christie

Apparently, I'm on an Agatha Christie kick this month, but wow, if I could plot like this, I'd never have time to read. I'd be too busy writing! All the clues were there and I still didn't see it coming. I admit that with all the whining family members, it was nice to find a couple of people with a spine. Too bad they were hell-bent on revenge. But still, with all the back-stabbing family members, who wouldn't feel right at home? Christie, not for the first time, borrows a page from Sherlock Holmes in this one, this time a page from The Hound of the Baskervilles with the family resemblance via an old family portrait. It was kind of fun realizing that, like a little inside joke between reader and author. I was reminded of the quote by Edith Wharton:

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

Dear Ms. Christie had no such difficulty and good for her. When it's this good, it's not plagiarism, it's homage.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Eleven Days - Donald Harstad

Eleven Days is my first Donald Harstad, which is fitting since it is also Donald Harstad's first novel. Reading this one, I tend to think the man is either a genius or he has a couple dozen more novels squirreled away he hasn't admitted to yet. Either way, he reads like a seasoned author, one who has learned to trust his characters and the intelligence of his readers. Harstad draws on his 26 years of service as a deputy sheriff in northeastern Iowa and he never stumbles. Most of the murders he details are particularly gruesome, but I get no sense that he has embellished anything just for the sake of gore. In fact, I get the distinct impression that he is deliberately down-playing the scenes, trying to avoid too realistic a presentation of the violence and that is in itself most unsettling. I own a copy of Practical Homicide Investigation and some of the pictures (even though, thankfully, in black and white) will make you hurl at first glance. I get the sense that it is that type of reaction Harstad is protecting us from. Still, the story reads with such reality that I read with a knot in my stomach, cringing at the violence we do in this world, and hoping for the safety of Harstad's characters.

It is, appropriately, the characters who drive the drama. I like that in a novel. There is nothing hokey here, no "gosh-blame-it" Opie hicks in sight. These read like real people with real concerns and hurts and good humor. Despite the violence, Harstad's small town Iowa sounds like a place I'd love to live. A place where the sheriff's department is just a phone call away and where I'll find someone who cares on the other end of the line. I'll be visiting Nation County again. I already have the rest of the series lined up on my desk, ready for the weekend.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The Devil in Bellminster: An Unlikely Mystery - David Holland

I read this one for the 4MA July challenge of reading books with place names in the titles. The story and characters were interesting, and held my attention straight off the bat, but I had gone into this one expecting the main character to be a Bow Street Runner. Instead, the lead was a Reverend Tuckworth, and I admit I floundered for a couple of chapters because of it, but that was my fault for not reading the blurb. I knew only that this was a historical mystery set in 19th century England and so had walked in with preconceived notions. I'd bought this novel as an ebook well over a year ago, and just pulled it up and started reading without investigating any reviews or such. I later found that The Devil in Bellminster is the start of a series featuring the intrepid Rev. Tuckworth. In this first book, the good reverend finds his crisis of faith interrupted by a serial killer making mayhem in his flock. The characters were well written and the atmosphere was sufficiently rendered to keep me reading straight though and I devoured the tale in one sitting. (The family units heading off for bed early probably didn't hurt, either... ) The story was well plotted. It wouldn't surprise me to see it made into a movie at some point. It certainly read like one. Recommended.

They Do It With Mirrors - Agatha Christie

I love Miss Marple. My first was the filmed version of Murder She Said and then somewhere I caught just a piece of one of Joan Hickson's versions. My ideal Miss M is a cross between Margaret Rutherford and Joan Hickson.

As appealing as Marple is, however, I don't know why anyone would invite her anywhere. People drop like flies when she's about. Of course, with Christie's usual flair for populating her novels with so many people you need a program to keep track, the body count -- and suspect count -- can get hip deep pretty easily. I had this one figured out way too early. Still, a decent read.

Friday, July 31, 2009

An Interview with George Pelecanos

Amazon's Omnivoracious has an interview and a video with George Pelecanos.

I'm tempted to post it here, but I don't believe in ripping off other folk's blogs. Even corporate blogs. But just for something to think about while you click and wait for the page to refresh, here's a quote:

We lock up more people in this country than any other civilized country in the world, and it doesn't do anybody any good. So what I'd like to see also is a reform of this drug war that is just destroyed neighborhoods and families all over the country, and decriminalization and legalization of marijuana would help. It's crazy to put kids in jail and adults in jail for marijuana use when you can drink all the alcohol you want and go out and beat your wife up or wreck your car, kill somebody on the highway.

The politicians need to stop being so cowardly and do what they know is right because they all came from the same generation I did.

I'm not sure about the legalization of marijuana; maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn't. But politicians growing a set would turn this country around in a heart beat. Man. Imagine.

Black Riders & Other Lines - Stephen Crane

More poetry. I'd not read Stephen Crane outside of high school. It was nice recalling where I'd first read the lines: "Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart" and

Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.

Who said there is no beauty in truth?

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Tepper Isn't Going Out - Calvin Trillin

This week's book was Tepper Isn't Going Out, a novel by Calvin Trillin. It's an amusing little satire in which, in the end, you realize that things are not always what they seem. The realization makes the ride all the more enjoyable, though. It's a familiar gentleman-minding-his-own-business-becomes-a-folk-hero story with a twist: this gentleman (who also actually happens to be a gentle man) just wants to be left alone to read his newspaper in his (legally parked) car. In New York City.

While it won't have you rolling in the aisles, it will put a smile on you face and has its fair share of laugh out loud moments. Recommended.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Nine Horses - Billy Collins

I have difficulty reviewing poetry. I know what I like when I read it: the writer's talent for observation is numero uno; lack of pretention is numero dos. Billy Collins is well-deserving of his status as U.S. poet laureate. This very short little book is now listed among my favorites.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Five Skies - Ron Carlson

Five Skies is, at first glance, a simple enough tale: three men, near strangers, are hired to build a ramp to nowhere. It is a frivolous project, required for a stunt which will occupy mere seconds of a completely forgettable film.

As the project unfolds, however, so do the lives of these deeply wounded men. Five Skies is a quiet, understated novel. It is a glimpse at the violence our simplest decisions can do to our lives. It is a tribute, too, of the healing power of work and of friendships forged not by words, but by the simple act of being there, by the handling of a tool, by the shouldering of part of a load.

Carlson's writing is spare and deep as desolate and beautiful as the landscape he paints. Five Skies is the kind of book you became a reader for. It is a rare gem. Five Skies is five stars.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Sudden Death - David Rosenfelt

Sudden Death by David Rosenfelt. I was attracted to this series for the simple fact that the cover of one of the books featured a dog. I'm a sucker for books with dogs, no matter how slight the reference. In my defense, I checked out reader reviews before actually making a purchase. Even so, I find that I'm guilty of reading this series out of order, having read Dead Center first (which should have followed Sudden Death). I managed to keep track of everything just fine, however.

As with too many mysteries lately, I had the who-dunnit figured about mid-way through, but enjoyed the characters too much to care, Overall, the novel was pretty tightly plotted for what was still a "relaxed" read, with just the right level of humor and cynicism. I think this would make a decent TV series. A kind of Perry Mason meets Eureka, maybe.

Or maybe not.

Once Were Cops - Ken Bruen

This is my first Ken Bruen. I enjoyed the style: stark noir, without all the description. A number of scenes packed a real emotional whallop and surprised me, considering I was reading about characters for who I had no empathy whatsoever. My take is that Shea, Rodriguez and Kebar were all serial killers; Rodriguez and Kebar operated within the cover of the job whereas Shea didn't bother. Rodriguez killed Nora just to mess with Shea's head. I think Rodriguez is without doubt the most dangerous and unstoppable of the three: a sociopath who blends. Anybody read Martha Stout's The Sociopath Next Door? I've worked with people like that. No, I'm not in law enforcement--I'm in the automotive industry. LOL! Despite popular fiction, not all sociopaths kill; some enjoy other methods of decimating people's lives and enjoy watching them grieve their losses. And when sociopaths realize they've been recognized it can get a little eerie...

The ending felt somehow oddly rushed, however. I can't explain why, but it just felt it was simply, suddenly, over.If it were film, I'd chalk it up to the studio planning a franchise. Still, recommended.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

The Doorbell Rang - Rex Stout

I had this one laying about the house for at least a decade and finally got around to reading it. My first Nero Wolf, if you can believe it. Someone mentioned on 4 Mystery Addicts that the book that plays a lead roll in The Doorbell Rang, The FBI Nobody Knows, is, apparently, an actual book. I wonder if Stout fielded any heat about that, because the book is obviously damning to the FBI. I can't believe J. Edgar took it lying down. Anyhoo, I enjoyed the plot, loved the snappy dialogue. Loved the character of Archie. He can ring my doorbell anytime.

Downside? Thanks to this book, I've officially added lots more books to my To Be Read stack... And why aren't Stout's books available on the Kindle!? Scandalous!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The Worried Citizen's Little Survival Guide - Stephen Windwalker

Okay, so the full title is The Worried Citizen's Little Survival Guide to the Greatest Financial Crisis of the Century (Understanding and Surviving the Domino Depression)

Man. Windwalker loves those long titles. Really. I own several of his books on the Kindle and have found he can be relied upon to keep his writing on track and useful without losing the novice or boring the expert, so when I found this little gem, I scooped it up. Or the Kindle-download equivalent of scooped, anyway.

I was not disappointed. Those you still buying the talking head's insistence that our current financial situation is a market "correction" need to pull your heads out of the sand long enough to read this one. I've followed the trail of our current global depression for a good while now, and I was impressed by how Windwalker managed to condense the history of the global meltdown into the financial free-fall of Iceland. The breakdown followed a similar course in many other nations, of course, but rather than bash us about the head with it all, he focused on one case in point.

This is a small book and a surprisingly quick read, but it's not light, by any means. In fact, it is gut-wrenching, but that is scarcely the author's fault: it's the topic. Windwalker manages to tie together hyperinflation, climate change, victim nations, weapons proliferation, terrorism, and financial violence and still keep us reading.

Of course, there is some political bias. Windwalker doesn't claim to be a journalist -- not that many journalists these days have a problem with flouting their own political views. But hey, if you can't read with your own filters intelligently in place, maybe you should just give up reading entirely. ::shrug:: Take up knitting or marksmanship. Personally, I prefer the latter, but I digress.

This is no tale for the shrinking violet. This is the end of the world as we know it. And, despite REM's assertion to the contrary, I don't feel so fine. Like most, I lost big time on my 401k. In fact, I no longer even have one. As Windwalker points out, after the crash of 1929, it was 1954 before the Dow rallied to its 1929 level. That's twenty-five years, folks. Some of us don't have twenty-five years to wait for the market to recover, let alone the number of years it will take for it to replace what we lost in 2008/2009. Some of us -- myself included -- will never recover what we invested, let alone what those investments earned. Barring a miracle, I'll die at my desk, despite whatever age I attain. Nope, I'm not feeling sorry for myself, just stating a fact.

The depressing part is, I'll have plenty of company.

Most of us now lack the money for stock investments. Bonds, which usually fair well in a bad market, are no longer a haven; they're just another hole. Unemployment and underemployment are leading to a quickly shrinking tax base and God knows who'll be funding these bailouts. Child abuse indeed. And we haven't seen the end, yet. The housing crisis may be leveling (please God) but the giant, bank-fed Ponzi scheme that is the looming credit card crisis hasn't yet hit us. That won't be pretty.

True to his word on "Surviving the Domino Depression," Windwalker does provide some hints on how to begin with the "man in the mirror" and make necessary changes in our lives. Those hints are pretty basic: downsizing our properties, taking a closer look at how we define our "needs" and generally re-writing our expectations. I'll tell you one of the biggest hints: remember that life is for living, not for spending. Get off the track that has fed this roller coaster for decades and remember: you're a human being. Not a human buying. Think about it.

Well done, Mr. Windwalker. This one needs to be on the best-seller list.

Friday, July 24, 2009

iScream

Well. For the second time in three years, Wordpress has managed to mangle itself and lose every post I have written. Yes, I did backup the site. No, the re-installed Wordpress does not recognize the file. No, I'm not a luddite. I've worked with computers since before the invention of the mouse and I've been building web pages for years.

So. Because I am a busy person. Because I have an actual life which involves me sitting for hours at a computer screen and I'm basically in no mood to voluntarily sit at one any longer than necessary, I've moved to Blogger. I don't have quite the level of control over the layout, but, hey, at least the data doesn't just disappear on a whim. Which is a Good Thing (TM).

At least that's what my blood pressure tells me.

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