Yesterday, at Blackwell’s Bookshop

Here they call it a bookshop; over there we call it a bookstore.

Oh, wait. Mendocino’s Gallery also refers to itself as a bookshop.

Self being too quick on the draw, as usual.

It is time for self to update her reading list. Yesterday, she found a thriller called Girl Waits With Gun, by Amy Stewart. (What is it with all the “Girl” titles now: Gone, Girl; Girl on the Train, etc). Sounded like it would be a perfect summer read.

Her reading list looks like this now:

  • My Brilliant Friend, translated from the Italian by Ann Goldstein, by Elena Ferrante (currently reading)
  • The Girl on the Train, by Paula Hawkins
  • Savage Park: A Meditation on Play, Space, and Risk for Americans Who Are Nervous, Distracted, and Afraid to Die, by Amy Fusselman (who must be a therapist)
  • Girl Waits With Gun, by Amy Stewart

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Sorry/Not Sorry: ROAD DOG SPOILERS!

Self is inching her way towards the end of this rambunctious novel.

Did she really use the word “rambunctious” in connection to this novel?

Indeed she did!

And that is a long way from where she started.

The set-up seemed to be like any other crime caper set-up (and it’s been years since she read Leonard, not actually since Get Shorty): Hot sultry woman sleeps with everyone and gets people to do her bidding. Charming rogue Jack Foley (can’t picture anyone other than George Clooney in the role) gets out of prison and into trouble immediately; but he’s such a charmer with the ladies. Every single woman he meets in the course of this novel makes a pass at him. There’s also a dangerous rooster named Cundo and assorted colorful eccentrics.

MAJOR SPOILERS SELF IS NOT KIDDING

Somewhere around page 100, however, the novel started to really get funny. Everyone is in on some kind of con, but the biggest con of all is the fake psychic, because it turns out:

SHE IS A REAL PSYCHIC!

A man in the audience makes fun of her powers and she predicts, almost to the hour, the exact moment of his death, two months later.

The rich widow who hires the psychic to “cleanse” her house because she thinks she is being haunted by her recently deceased husband turns out to be pulling a con of her own. In addition, the widow turns out to be the only woman in the novel who seems immune to Jack Foley’s charms, even though he’s willing to try her out, in fact spends a whole afternoon lounging with her by her backyard pool.

The psychic is of course sleeping with Jack Foley but she kills her other lover first, because he punched her for sleeping with Jack Foley. Then she ruminates about how she will kill Jack Foley. First, of course, she has to sleep with him one last time because he is such a good lover. In the course of some pillow talk, she asks Foley what he thinks she served her dead paramour as a last meal (Macaroni and cheese! She shot him three times in the chest with a Walter PPK equipped with a silencer. Hey, self’s Dear Departed Dad had the exact same firearm in a drawer next to his bed. Because Bond.)

Foley thinks:

Cockroaches and rice . . . and it came to him and he said, “Macaroni and cheese.”

BWAH. HA. HA. HAAAAAAA!

Stay tuned.

 

Elmore Leonard: ROAD DOGS

For “light” reading, before self sinks into the heavy going of her 2016 reading list (The below list will probably take her the rest of the year to get through. She’s going to be soooo busy! And, judging from the titles alone, also so depressed!)

  • Sarah Waters, The Little Stranger
  • Dexter Filkins, The Forever War
  • Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilyich
  • Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
  • Voltaire, Candide

Self is reading Elmore Leonard. Specifically, Road Dogs.

Leonard’s dialogue is just delicious. The settings are Los Angeles (Venice Beach) and Miami.

The con this time is a “psychic con.” The women in the conversation are Megan Norris, Jack Foley’s lawyer; and Dawn Navarro, Foley’s common-law wife, who makes a living as a fake psychic.

Jack Foley (who Leonard’s followers will recognize from, among others, Out of Sight): Running a psychic con doesn’t mean she’s actually psychic.

Cundo: She as cool as Megan Norris?

Foley: They both cool, but in different ways. Miss Megan is cool because she smart, man, always knows what to say. Dawn is cool because she knows what you going to say.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Karin Fossum’s Latest: THE DROWNED BOY

From the Review by Tom Nolan in The Wall Street Journal, Aug. 22-23, 2015:

“One has to be careful when judging another person’s grief,” cautions Norwegian police inspector Konrad Sejer, the “wily old fox” in award-winning Norse author Karin Fossum’s latest somber, intelligent, empathetic procedural novel, The Drowned Boy (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt). “Everyone grieves in his or her own way. Some people want to move on quickly whereas others want to hold on to it, wrap it round them.” Nonetheless, in the face of the weepy but defensive behavior of a 19-year-old mother whose 16-month-old son was found dead in the pond in back of the family house, the inspector concludes: “She has an odd manner, and I don’t believe her.”

The dead child’s father vows never to stop grieving, even as his brisk wife insists that they get on with life.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

2nd Quote of the Day: 3rd Wednesday of August 2015

Self is back to reading Howard Jacobson’s novel, The Act of Love.

Oh, the places this book has traveled!

When she really likes a book, she cannot stand to finish it.

She’s on p. 247, when she encounters this fabulous sentence:

All the men in our family my father’s age had themselves whipped as a matter of course.

After self reads that fabulous sentence, she simply can’t stand to read anymore, so many FEELZ to process, so instead she turns to the books she has lined up to read after she finishes The Act of Love:

  • George Eliot’s Middlemarch
  • Leon Werth’s 33 Days, translated from the French by Austin D. Johnston
  • Richard Norton Taylor’s The New Spymasters: Inside Espionage From the Cold War to Global Terror
  • three books by Ruth Rendell (British mystery writer, one of self’s favorites. She passed away May this year): A Judgment in Stone, Tree of Hands, and A Sight for Sore Eyes

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Reviewing the Reading List

So, last year self read nine books. Nine.

The only reason she knows this is, she decided to keep tallies by posting on Goodreads.

There was a time when she averaged reading 60 books a year.

That was as recent as five, six years ago.

The book she’s almost done reading (only about 20 pages to go!) Hakan Nesser’s Woman with Birthmark, is indeed very exciting, but she decided to look ahead, to the books she plans to read for the rest of the year, and none of them are light reading. In fact, some sound downright depressing. But depressing books do not depress self, go figure (though they may very well depress the readers of this blog, since she always blogs about what she is currently reading). Here are the books on her plate for 2015, after she’s done with Woman with Birthmark:

  • Silas Marner, by George Eliot (She took an advance peak: gulp. Though the Everyman Library edition only has a little over 200 pages, the text is so dense. Hardly a line of dialogue. It’s going to take her forever.)
  • Brooklyn, by Colm Toibin (This is about Irish immigrants. Self expects her visit to Ireland last year will definitely come in handy)
  • 2066, by Roberto Bolaño (The last time she read Bolaño was in Bacolod. And did it ever unleash a flood of work from her. She thinks Bolaño and Murakami are her go-to authors for angst-y narrative)
  • Tree of Smoke, by Denis Johnson (Much about drinking and other macho high jinks)
  • Excursions to the Equator, by Mark Twain (Self is really looking forward to this one, as she loves Mark Twain. And loves travel books)
  • The Third Reich at War, by Richard Evans (Self has a definite weakness for World War II and Holocaust literature. She remembers forcing son to take an elective called Literature of Witness when he was in Sacred Heart, simply so that she could have access to the class reading list. This one’s a whopper of a book: the paperback is 656 pages. Which means it will probably take her the rest of the year to finish. And she’ll be trundling it all over the place, which will put undoubtable strain on her shoulders and forearms. But it’s been a long long time since her last World War II book. She feels a definite almost-nostalgia for the period)

P.S. Self was on her way to order take-out fish and chips from Patterson’s Pub, but she mentioned her destination to someone who said Trillium’s fish and chips were better. It’s only about a block away. Exciting!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

Shadowed 6: Shadows Are Self’s Weakness

Afternoon, Lansing Street, Mendocino

Afternoon, Lansing Street, Mendocino

Reading Swedish mystery writer Hakan Nesser's WOMAN WITH BIRTHMARK (Grrrreat)

Reading Swedish mystery writer Hakan Nesser’s WOMAN WITH BIRTHMARK (Grrrreat)

In Visual Artist Kim Thoman's Studio, Early Yesterday, at the Mendocino Art Center

In Visual Artist Kim Thoman’s Studio at the Mendocino Art Center, Early Yesterday Morning

Hakan Nesser’s WOMAN WITH BIRTHMARK (Spoilers Galore)

It was a bee-yoo-ti-ful day in Mendocino.

The sun was shining, the sea was sparkling. Self went back to Mendosa’s market on Lansing Street and got another bowl of that sinfully delicious clam chowder.

Then she went back to her apartment and continued reading Hakan Nesser’s Woman With Birthmark.

SPOILER ALERT!!!

Despite the weird title (and the fact that she’s only about 80 pages to the end and has no idea what birthmark has to do with anything because it’s never been mentioned, not even once), she really enjoys the author’s style. The main character, Inspector Van Veeteren, is about 80% less moody than Henning Mankell’s Kurt Wallander, but self thinks it’s about time she stumbled on a Swedish mystery writer who doesn’t feel the need to be so glum.

And there are all these little side-stories, and quick glimpses of the home lives of the detectives working the case, and it’s very enjoyable. The first break comes from the girlfriend of one of the detectives who remarks, almost in passing, that the person who killed three men (by shooting their privates) was probably a woman. Of course, that may seem obvious, but the way the girlfriend tosses off that statement, at an early stage of the investigation, is the first clue (Of course, one could say that it’s not the first clue; the first clue is the title: Woman with Birthmark)

The next break comes when the next-door neighbor to the suspect turns out to be a very thoughtful, fastidious woman, not prone to exaggeration or attention-grabbing, who gives the detectives a clear picture of what her mysterious new female neighbor was doing on the night(s) of said murder(s).

And the third clue is a crime scene photographer named Klaarentoft (all the minor characters have names, which is delightful) who takes pictures at the funerals of the murder victims, pictures which seem odd because he took so many (no less than 12 pictures) of just one person, the clergyman. Inspector Van Veeteren decides to take a closer look at the photographs and has an epiphany:

“I need enlargements of these two, can you do that?”

Klaarentoft took the pictures and looked at them.

“Of course,” he said.  “Is it . . . ”

“Well?”

“Is it her? Maria Adler?”

“You can bet your life it is,” said Reinhart.

“I thought there was something odd about her.”

“He has a keen nose,” said Reinhart when Klaarentoft had left.

“Yes indeed,” said Van Veeteren. “He took twelve pictures of the clergyman as well. We’d better arrest him right away.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Donna Leon’s ABOUT FACE, p.237

Here the main character, Inspector Brunetti, meets a mysterious woman with a face carved-up from the effects of a bad plastic surgery. They meet in Campo Sant Magherita, one of these little neighborhoods in Venice with its own plaza, it’s own coffee shops, its own wine bars, its own sunken artesian wells, its own pigeons, its own newspaper stands, its own gelato places, its own churches.

Self was always getting lost in campos, and wandering around in circles. She may have been in this particular campo.

Inspector Brunetti asks his companion, “Do you come here often?”

She replies: “In the summer I do. We live quite close. I love ice-cream, she said. She glanced out of the large plate glass window. “And I love this campo. It’s so — I don’t know the right word — so full of life; there are always so many people here.” She glanced at him and said, I suppose this is the way it was years ago, a place where ordinary people lived.”

Yes, this is definitely light years away from Death & Judgment. By this, her 18th book, Donna Leon feels more at home in her adopted city, and her characters speak more about their surroundings.

Highly recommended.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.   Stay tuned.

How the Truth Resembles a Donna Leon Novel

Excerpt from an article published in The New York Review of Books, March 20, 2014. The subject is the city of Pompeii and the adjoining city of Herculaneum, but it doesn’t take much to realize that the same conditions also apply to Venice:

Today there are other cataclysms affecting the region and the buried cities, less spectacular, perhaps, than Vesuvius in full pyroclastic glory, but no less destructive: pollution, climate change, greed, ignorance, poverty, political corruption, organized crime. The industrial area of ancient Pompeii lies outside the old city walls, and therefore outside the archaeological site, which has been under government protection since the eighteenth century.

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. . .  Pompeii, like every other museum and historical site in Italy, has struggled on alone, suffering both from the drastic budget cuts imposed on the Ministry of Culture during the two decades (1993 – 2013) when former prime minister (and convicted felon) Silvio Berlusconi and his party were in power, and from the gross corruption of some of Berlusconi’s local appointees. Notoriously, Marcello Fiori, the special commissioner for Pompeii who arrived in 2010, now faces trial for embezzlement and a “restoration” of the ancient theater that local papers have characterized as “an avalanche of modern cement.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

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