* Which apparently have not gone away considering these nasty comments routinely made about women.
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Turn on the Heat
* Which apparently have not gone away considering these nasty comments routinely made about women.
Monday, September 26, 2016
Classics I Didn't Expect to Like
1. Portrait of a Lady by Henry James. You yell at her and want to shake her, don't marry him. And she does. Talk about letting characters do what they think best....
2. The Death of the Heart by Elizabeth Bowen. Quiet coming of age, loss of innocence novel. Great atmosphere.
3. The Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. I was expecting a stuffy novel of manners but got sharp satire and a fine expatriate, international marriage story.
4. The Moviegoer by Walker Percy. Another story about a guy who is a chronological adult but needs to do a lot of growing up.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Mount TBR #52
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Mount TBR #51
Authority is mindless in that some people, especially in groups, will force their wills on individuals if given a sliver of a chance. Conformity is mindless too because doing what one is told is a lot easier than thinking. But Furst’s protagonists resist mindlessly too. They don’t have deep philosophies about liberty and freedom. They just don’t like getting pushed around and feel they must fight or be overwhelmed by bigots, xenophobes, haters of all stripes. Want rights? Got to fight for them, against adversaries both foreign and domestic.
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Mount TBR #50
The Tibet half wonderfully describes the misery of travel in a harsh environment:
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Mount TBR #49
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Mount TBR #48
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Mount TBR #47
Monday, September 5, 2016
Mount TBR #46
Friday, September 2, 2016
Mount TBR #45
This is the third of seventy-five Perry Mason mysteries, born in 1936 when America still smelled of cigar smoke and leaded gasoline. The scenery is a valentine to the past: cigar stores, soda fountains, speakeasies, and hotels where the wallpaper knew secrets. Even the slang is a museum piece - people “know their onions” and try not to “look common.” You can almost hear the click of a nickel in the payphone.
But don’t expect the Mason you know from the postwar years. Here, Della Street is practically a potted plant - no sly confidante, no accomplice in evidence shenanigans. She doesn’t even take notes while Perry grills a client. Paul Drake and Mason circle each other like two tomcats, stiff and wary. Mason himself? A housebreaker with skeleton keys and a temper that threatens fists. The prose plods in places another interrogation, and then another - until you want to shout, “Get on with it!”
And the smoking! Whole scenes devoted to the poetry of
rising smoke, as if nicotine were a muse. Publishers who dream of sanitizing
these books will need buckets of black ink.