<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:49:25.934-08:00</updated><category term='al gore'/><category term='updike'/><category term='the accidental time machine'/><category term='f. paul wilson'/><category term='james lee burke'/><category term='leisureville'/><category term='wiersema'/><category term='terrorist'/><category term='steve martin'/><category term='the overlook'/><category term='crime fiction'/><category term='george pelecanos'/><category term='jonathan kellerman'/><category term='hurricane katrina'/><category term='killing johnny fry'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='colin dexter'/><category term='detective novels'/><category term='novel'/><category term='the tin roof blowdown'/><category term='spy novels'/><category term='restless'/><category term='beah'/><category term='repairman jack'/><category term='amy tan'/><category term='sciene fiction novels'/><category term='sara gruen'/><category term='canada-u.s. relations'/><category term='a long way gone'/><category term='u.s. politics'/><category term='before i wake'/><category term='joe haldeman'/><category term='american politics'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='child soldiers'/><category term='boomsday'/><category term='assault on reason'/><category term='william boyd'/><category term='teacher man'/><category term='water for elephants'/><category term='drama city'/><category term='saving fish from drowning'/><category term='christopher buckley'/><category term='drug dealing'/><category term='sierra leone'/><category term='nussey'/><category term='a love supreme'/><category term='the kite runner'/><category term='robert sawyer'/><category term='a short history of progress'/><category term='jesus out to sea'/><category term='andrew blechman'/><category term='michael connelly'/><category term='mcquaig'/><category term='harry bosch'/><category term='harbingers'/><category term='mccourt'/><category term='circus'/><category term='what is america? united states history'/><category term='non-fiction'/><category term='holding the bully&apos;s coat'/><category term='hosseini'/><category term='book review'/><category term='born standing up'/><category term='ronald wright'/><category term='reading list'/><category term='retirement communities'/><category term='inspector morse'/><category term='walter mosley'/><category term='satire'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='afghanistan'/><category term='easy rawlins'/><category term='canlit'/><category term='novels'/><category term='memoir'/><title type='text'>Wick's Picks -</title><subtitle type='html'>A book blog for everyone who believes the written word is essential to a meaningful existence</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-660882250850285419</id><published>2010-01-03T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:45:03.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime fiction'/><title type='text'>My Reading List From 2009</title><content type='html'>It has been some time since I made a posting here, one of the reasons being that I have been too busy reading!  Nonetheless, what follows is a list of exactly what I read throughout 2009, and the perceptive reader will notice that outside of my favorites (Michael Connelly, James Lee Burke, Walter Mosley and Jonathon Kellerman) my reading has been eclectic, following no particular theme or interest.  In the near future I hope to provide some capsule commentary on several of the titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Me – Irene Pepperberg (N.F.)&lt;br /&gt;The Given Day – Dennis Lehane&lt;br /&gt;Anansi Boys – Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;Leisureville – Andrew D. Blechman&lt;br /&gt;Too Close to Home – Linwood Barclay&lt;br /&gt;The Shadow of Reichenbach Falls – John R. King&lt;br /&gt;Walking Through Walls – Philip Smith&lt;br /&gt;After Sunset – Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;Resurrection Men – Ian Rankin&lt;br /&gt;Bones – Jonathan Kellerman&lt;br /&gt;Diablerie – Walter Mosley&lt;br /&gt;The Brass Verdict – Michael Connelly&lt;br /&gt;Blonde Faith – Walter Mosley&lt;br /&gt;Them – Nathan McCall&lt;br /&gt;The Brief History of the Dead – Kevin Brockmeir&lt;br /&gt;Be the Change – Lisa  Endlich&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare – The World as Stage – Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;Feelers – Brian Wiprud&lt;br /&gt;Three Cups of Tea – Greg Mortenson and David Relin&lt;br /&gt;Why Your World is About to Get a Whole Lot Smaller- Jeff Rubin&lt;br /&gt;The Evil That Men Do – Dave White&lt;br /&gt;The Way Home – George Pelecanos&lt;br /&gt;Outliers – The Story of Success – Malcolm Gladwell&lt;br /&gt;Relentless – Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;Lush Life – Richard Price&lt;br /&gt;Road Dogs – Elmore Leonard&lt;br /&gt;A Fraction of the Whole – Steve Tolz&lt;br /&gt;The Scarecrow – Michael Connelly&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Smoke – Bill Cameron&lt;br /&gt;Wake – Robert Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;Body Copy – Michael Craven&lt;br /&gt;American Fascists – The Christian Right and the War on America – Chris Hedges&lt;br /&gt;Fear the Worst – Linwood Barclay&lt;br /&gt;The Casebook of Victor Frankenstein – Peter Ackroyd&lt;br /&gt;9 Dragons – Michael Connelly&lt;br /&gt;Rain Gods – James Lee Burke&lt;br /&gt;The Highest Tide – Jim Lynch&lt;br /&gt;I Don’t Believe in Atheists – Chris Hedges&lt;br /&gt;The English Major - Jim Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Books Read for 2009: 39&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-660882250850285419?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/660882250850285419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=660882250850285419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/660882250850285419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/660882250850285419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-reading-list-from-2009_03.html' title='My Reading List From 2009'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-1674721624943787702</id><published>2010-01-03T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:38:36.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime fiction'/><title type='text'>My Reading List From 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;/span&gt;In the near future I hope to provide some capsule commentary of several of the titles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Alex and Me&lt;/i&gt; – Irene Pepperberg (N.F.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Given Day&lt;/i&gt; – Dennis Lehane&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Anansi Boys&lt;/i&gt; – Neil Gaiman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Leisureville&lt;/i&gt; – Andrew D. Blechman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Too Close to Home&lt;/i&gt; – Linwood Barclay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Shadow of Reichenbach Falls&lt;/i&gt; – John R. King&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Walking Through Walls &lt;/i&gt;– Philip Smith&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;After Sunset&lt;/i&gt; – Stephen King&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Resurrection Men&lt;/i&gt; – Ian Rankin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Bones &lt;/i&gt;– Jonathan Kellerman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Diablerie&lt;/i&gt; – Walter Mosley&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Brass Verdict&lt;/i&gt; – Michael Connelly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Blonde Faith&lt;/i&gt; – Walter Mosley&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Them&lt;/i&gt; – Nathan McCall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Brief History of the Dead&lt;/i&gt; – Kevin Brockmeir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Be the Change&lt;/i&gt; – Lisa&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Endlich&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Shakespeare – The World as Stage&lt;/i&gt; – Bill Bryson&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Feelers&lt;/i&gt; – Brian Wiprud&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/i&gt; – Greg Mortenson and David Relin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Why Your World is About to Get a Whole &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lot&lt;/st1:place&gt; Smaller&lt;/i&gt;- Jeff Rubin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Evil That Men Do&lt;/i&gt; – Dave White&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Way Home&lt;/i&gt; – George Pelecanos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Outliers – The Story of Success&lt;/i&gt; – Malcolm Gladwell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Relentless&lt;/i&gt; – Dean Koontz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Lush Life&lt;/i&gt; – Richard Price&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Road Dogs&lt;/i&gt; – Elmore Leonard&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A Fraction of the Whole&lt;/i&gt; – Steve Tolz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Scarecrow&lt;/i&gt; – Michael Connelly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chasing Smoke &lt;/i&gt;– Bill Cameron&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wake&lt;/i&gt; – Robert Sawyer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Body Copy&lt;/i&gt; – Michael Craven&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;American Fascists – The Christian Right and the War on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/i&gt; – Chris Hedges&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Fear the Worst&lt;/i&gt; – Linwood Barclay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Casebook of Victor&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/i&gt; – Peter Ackroyd&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;9 Dragons&lt;/i&gt; – Michael Connelly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Rain Gods&lt;/i&gt; – James Lee Burke&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Highest Tide &lt;/i&gt;– Jim Lynch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I Don’t Believe in Atheists&lt;/i&gt; – Chris Hedges&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The English Major&lt;/i&gt; - Jim Harrison&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Total Books Read for 2009: 39&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-1674721624943787702?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1674721624943787702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=1674721624943787702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1674721624943787702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1674721624943787702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-reading-list-from-2009.html' title='My Reading List From 2009'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-5111786841786783776</id><published>2009-02-28T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:55:27.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retirement communities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisureville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew blechman'/><title type='text'>Leisureville – Andrew D. Blechman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SanclshWstI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kftUJsITVTY/s1600-h/Leisureville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SanclshWstI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kftUJsITVTY/s320/Leisureville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308016175997170386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Macbeth: Act 3, Scene 2:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;… &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Duncan&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is in his grave;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;a name="23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:poptastic('Notes32.html#23');"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;a name="24"&gt;24&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;a name="25"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:poptastic('Notes32.html#25');"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;a name="26"&gt;26&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;Can touch him further.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These words, uttered by Macbeth to his wife as he describes the hell that his life has become since his murder of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Duncan&lt;/st1:city&gt;, occurred to me as I read Andrew Blechman’s searing examination of age-segregated communities burgeoning in popularity in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is there anyone amongst us who has not pined, as Macbeth does in the above quote, for an existence free of the anxiety, disturbance and suffering that are inevitable components of life?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Macbeth realizes the only way to realize such a utopian peace is through death; an increasing numbers of seniors, however, see it as achievable by removing themselves to retirement or age-segregated gated communities, virtually severing the once almost indissoluble ties of community and family in the process. Such is the promise of Leisureville, the wry title the author uses to describe his perception of life in such an environment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After reading the book, many readers may conclude that such communities are another form of what Macbeth longed for in his colloquy with his wife.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While always treating his subject with respect, after living for a month in such a community at the invitation of former neighbours who moved to “The Villages,” the foremost age-segregated community in central &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, the author draws a portrait of a life that, from most people’s perspective, can only be described as vapid and meaningless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although days upon endless days filled with swimming, golfing and drinking in a sheltered environment may seem alluring to many, one inevitably has to ask if this is any way for a responsible person to spend the rest of his or her life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Considering that many of the retirees have perhaps 30 or more years of life remaining, the answer has to be no.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blechman makes a pretty strong case for community engagement and involvement throughout one’s life, not just up to retirement, arguing that inter-generational co-existence is what gives true meaning and vitality to communities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While acknowledging that North American society as a whole doesn’t do a particularly good job of either encouraging or looking after its retired people, he clearly doesn’t see secession as the answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In addition to the societal implications of seniors’ self-removal from the larger world, Blechman also examines the environmental and political implications of such movements.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, owing to their mild climates, two of the most popular states for age-restricted communities are &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:state&gt; and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least up to the present, there have been very few restrictions placed on development, despite the fact that water is becoming increasing scarce in both states, with droughts occurring with disturbing regularity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The author discusses sinkholes happening in The Villages due to depletion of aquifers; as well, he makes regular reference to the bulldozing and flattening of land as The Villages continues its relentless development.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another consequence of this kind of lifestyle is the domination of very conservative politics, led by the developers who, with their vast resources, contribute significant sums to both the Republican Party and local politicos that welcome unrestricted development while at the same time largely ignoring and denigrating the needs of the larger community.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of us need and deserve regular hiatuses from the hurly-burly of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my view, Andrew Blechman makes a compelling argument through &lt;i style=""&gt;Leisureville&lt;/i&gt; that none of us deserves a life-long commutation from it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-5111786841786783776?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5111786841786783776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=5111786841786783776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/5111786841786783776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/5111786841786783776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/leisureville-andrew-d.html' title='Leisureville – Andrew D. Blechman'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SanclshWstI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kftUJsITVTY/s72-c/Leisureville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-7688831841759732682</id><published>2009-01-04T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:12:42.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SWFsgCQ2g9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3EMXOMY-Arc/s1600-h/AlexMe_jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SWFsgCQ2g9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3EMXOMY-Arc/s320/AlexMe_jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287626735128839122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyone who has ever owned and had a close relationship with a pet other than perhaps a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;turtle or a hamster will likely attest to the belief, much resisted by the majority of the scientific community, that animals do in fact have some capacity for thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That has certainly been true of our last two pets, now deceased, a &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Newfoundland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; dog and a tabby cat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember when I would take Fred, our Newf, on long walks which would frequently see me running into people I knew and stopping for a chat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fred, always the gentleman, would sit nicely beside me for about five minutes, but after the elapsed time, would invariably take his paw and nudge me on the thigh, saying, in effect, “Time to get a move on.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Similarly, our cat would stay out of our bedroom until he heard me getting up, at which point he would enter the room and meow at me to feed him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite the fact that I would react with pavlovian haste to his request, it was somehow never fast enough for him, and he would inevitably chastise me with a series of very acerbic meows as I made my way to the cupboard to get his food, as if swearing at me for not being fast enough.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;No doubt, many will dismiss these two anecdotes as manifestations of nothing more than operant conditioning, but on an intuitive level I know they were much more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which brings me to the subject of this post, a fascinating book by Irene Pepperberg called &lt;i style=""&gt;Alex and Me&lt;/i&gt;, the story of her 30-year relationship with an African Grey parrot named Alex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although possessing a doctorate in chemistry, Pepperberg turned her lifelong fascination with birds into a career discovering the capacity for thought and true communication between parrot and human.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Hers is the story both of the struggle to get sufficient funding to pursue her studies as and the very close, loving relationship that developed over three decades with Alex, her subject and, in a very real sense, collaborator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The book is not meant to be a scientific explication of her methodology, although she provides sufficient information about her training techniques and her results to leave the reader with the belief that what she uncovered was not some unusual capacity for mimicry on the part of an unusually bright parrot, but rather significant indications that Alex was not only able to speak with meaning and purpose but also grasp abstract concepts such as numbers, differences and similarities between things, and language as a tool for influencing and manipulating others, all qualities that have been traditionally viewed as the exclusive domain of homo sapiens.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Rather than my recounting some Alex’s achievements here, I am providing a link to a segment done with Alan Alda on Scientific American Frontiers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/saf/1201/video/watchonline.htm"&gt;PBS - Scientific American Frontiers:Pet Tech:Watch Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The reader can’t help but be amused and touched by the experiences that both parrot and human shared over the many years, and perhaps a little humbled in seeing that human beings are perhaps not quite as distinct a species as we have always believed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/saf/1201/video/watchonline.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-7688831841759732682?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7688831841759732682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=7688831841759732682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/7688831841759732682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/7688831841759732682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/alex-and-me.html' title='Alex and Me'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SWFsgCQ2g9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3EMXOMY-Arc/s72-c/AlexMe_jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-1719521109404709602</id><published>2008-11-17T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:42:41.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronald wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is america? united states history'/><title type='text'>What is America?  A Short History of the New World Order –  Ronald Wright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SSHjxQGybkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jkZWwBKFnRU/s1600-h/Wright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SSHjxQGybkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jkZWwBKFnRU/s320/Wright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269743474276724290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Like his last book, A Short History of Progress, author Ronald Wright has crafted an eminently readable and concise work that deserves to be read both widely and deeply.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In his latest analysis, Wright looks at the history of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, from its earliest days as the domain of the aboriginal, to its current position as probably the most reviled country in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beginning with a short history of the Spanish subjugation of Mesoamerica (&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the adjoining Maya region of Central America) and Greater Peru which powerfully sets the theme of conquest, the author quickly moves to the time of the English settling of what ultimately became the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Much of the history of the genocide and betrayal of the aboriginals living in what, for many, will seem a surprising amount of structure, government and civilization, is well-known to students of that period, but the information serves to provide the context for defining the American character as it has revealed itself over the past two hundred years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once the frontiers of America were closed, the U.S government looked abroad to expand its influence and will until we have the situation the world confronts today – a country that subscribes to the notions of exceptionalism and manifest destiny, beliefs that have made it guilty of a hubris worthy of Greek tragedy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps the best way to view the book is as an examination of a pattern of behaviour that, while hardly unique to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, has resulted in a sorry tale of lost potential.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While those who subscribe to the American mythology of benevolence betrayed will be deeply offended by this work, those who are able to rise above blind patriotic fervour will see the truth and validity of Wright’s observation which, as always, are backed by solid research and historical data.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ends the book by looking at one model of co-operation that suggests human beings can rise above their selfish and violent history to work together toward common goals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That model is the European Union which, as the author readily admits, is far from perfect but seems to be succeeding where past structures have failed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One needs only consider their progressive legislation on climate control or medical care for its citizenry to appreciate the accuracy of his observations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In closing, it seems that all of the goodwill and excitement generated worldwide over the election of Barack Obama suggests that there is still a tremendous hunger in countless countries for the United States to succeed as a nation among nations; without question it still has much to contribute, and its tremendous power to influence the direction of world affairs, for both good and evil, is undeniable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But some important questions remain to be answered:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; rise above the national character it has forged in history, and begin to realize its true potential?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Will its citizens, even under inspirational political leadership, be willing to do the hard work and make the necessary sacrifices to achieve that potential?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only time will answer those questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish them well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-1719521109404709602?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1719521109404709602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=1719521109404709602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1719521109404709602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1719521109404709602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-america-short-history-of-new.html' title='What is America?  A Short History of the New World Order –  Ronald Wright'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SSHjxQGybkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jkZWwBKFnRU/s72-c/Wright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-8829530128745091377</id><published>2008-08-10T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:56:09.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a short history of progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronald wright'/><title type='text'>A Short History of Progress – Ronald Wright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SJ8Bfmn_wgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ww-ez5a7OiM/s1600-h/A+Short+History+of+Progress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SJ8Bfmn_wgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ww-ez5a7OiM/s400/A+Short+History+of+Progress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232902934483681794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Every so often I read a book that not only makes me think deeply but also causes me to feel a measure of despair about the human condition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ronald Wright’s &lt;i style=""&gt;A Short History of Progress&lt;/i&gt; is such a book.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Exploring our short 10,000-year-old human civilization, Wright develops a portrait that can hardly be considered flattering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Examining four previous societies, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Sumer&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Easter Island, the Maya and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, the author shows the shortsightedness of each that ultimately led to their downfall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In spending all of their ‘natural capital’ (the natural resources available to them), &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;with little thought to the future&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, each was ultimately felled by what Wright calls ‘progress traps’ that resulted in environmental degradation, starvation, and collapse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps the most disturbing aspect of their collective demise is the fact that each of them became aware, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;long before conditions became irreversible,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of where they were headed and &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;yet persisted in their respective behaviours!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Might this sound at least remotely familiar to the modern reader?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The power of this very accessible book lies in its demonstrated historical correspondence to contemporary life, and the message is clear:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;if we continue in the pattern so regularly repeated throughout our human history, we will soon be at a point where not just one or two societies collapse, but rather our entire way of life on earth. A few years ago it would have been easy to dismiss such a thesis as alarmist and overblown, but given what we now know about greenhouse gases, pollution and climate change, we would be as foolish as our ancestors were to adopt such an attitude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But of course, isn’t that precisely what so many of us and our leaders continue to do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I suspect that one of our fundamental flaws as human beings is to confuse our technological achievements with wisdom, leading us to the belief that we are highly evolved beings when, in fact as Wright so amply demonstrates, our short history of progress shows us to be a shortsighted species, having thus far left an almost unbroken record of environmental exploitation and degradation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The question that remains to be answered is, “Are we capable of truly learning anything from our sordid past?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stay tuned to find out the answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-8829530128745091377?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8829530128745091377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=8829530128745091377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/8829530128745091377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/8829530128745091377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/short-history-of-progress-ronald-wright.html' title='A Short History of Progress – Ronald Wright'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/SJ8Bfmn_wgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ww-ez5a7OiM/s72-c/A+Short+History+of+Progress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-9046206221518648407</id><published>2008-02-27T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:12:06.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canlit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before i wake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wiersema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novels'/><title type='text'>Before I Wake – Robert J. Wiersema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R8XECoGMCsI/AAAAAAAAADs/OXj5NZfX29w/s1600-h/before+i+wake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R8XECoGMCsI/AAAAAAAAADs/OXj5NZfX29w/s400/before+i+wake.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171755296507038402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In many ways I am a conservative reader, tending to stay with authors I know will provide me with a satisfying story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lately, however, I have been branching out with unfamiliar writers, mainly because there is little new with my favorite ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The experience is proving to be worthwhile.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The latest book I read, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Before I Wake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, by Robert Wiersma, reminds me in some ways of the very first book I read many years ago by the late Brian Moore, called &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Cold Heaven&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, in that both deal with themes of family relationships, miracles, and the challenges inherent in accepting personal responsibility.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Before I Wake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; begins with one of the worst things a parent can imagine, the prospect of losing one’s child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this case, Sherry Barrett, the three year old daughter of Karen and Simon, is struck down by a truck as she is crossing the street with her mother. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In a coma and with no hope of recovery, her parents make the incredibly hard decision to take her off life support.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the unexpected begins when she is disconnected from the respirator – she continues to breathe.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Wiersma then takes us to the Barrett home several months later, where Sherry, still comatose, is being taken care of by her mother Karen and a nurse, Ruth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By this time, Simon is no longer in the home, having moved out to be with a fellow lawyer, the much younger Mary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The plot then takes an unusual turn as Ruth reveals to her sister, dying of cancer, that she is no longer afflicted with her crippling arthritis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She attributes her cure to Sherry, and invites her sister to meet her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result of this meeting, a cascade of events develops, ultimately threatening the safety, and even the lives, of the Barrett family.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;All of the events described take place very early in the novel, after which we are introduced to a fascinating array of characters:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the rather sinister Father Peter, his acolyte Leo, the enigmatic Tim, and the contrite hit and run driver Henry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each has an important role to play in the drama that unfolds.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As far as I know, this is the first novel by Robert Wiersema; his facility with plot, character and narrative structure all bode very well for building a loyal readership in the years to come. He certainly has me convinced of his talent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-9046206221518648407?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9046206221518648407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=9046206221518648407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/9046206221518648407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/9046206221518648407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/before-i-wake-robert-j-wiersema.html' title='Before I Wake – Robert J. Wiersema'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R8XECoGMCsI/AAAAAAAAADs/OXj5NZfX29w/s72-c/before+i+wake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-5173523875784268177</id><published>2008-02-17T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:25:04.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spy novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william boyd'/><title type='text'>Restless – William Boyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R7jC4oGMCrI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Wkc89Y2Mgs/s1600-h/restless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R7jC4oGMCrI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Wkc89Y2Mgs/s400/restless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168094850499480242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Although never a fan of the espionage genre, with the exception of the Ian Fleming Bond stories when I was a boy, I made a recent exception upon the enthusiastic recommendation of a friend and fellow avid reader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad I did.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The book, entitled &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Restless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, by William Boyd, is an engrossing tale that takes place in two times, 1976 and the Second World War, and has two strong female protagonists, Sally Gilmartin, originally Eva Delectskaya, and her daughter Ruth. Eva’s story begins in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in 1939, not long after the murder of her brother Kolia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is approached by a man named Luca Romer, for whom Kolia had worked, and is quickly recruited into the British Secret Service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus begins her life as a spy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, in 1976, Eva’s daughter Ruth is a single mother of a five year old when she notices her mother acting strangely, insisting that she is being watched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over a period of time she hands over the autobiography of her life in espionage, for reasons that become completely apparently only very late in the novel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a fascinating story that she gives to Ruth, a life of danger, betrayal, and renewal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eva’s activities ostensibly revolve around the British efforts to draw the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United   States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; into the Second World War.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through the front of a news agency, Eva and her colleagues specialize in writing and planting spurious stories designed to exaggerate the threat of Nazi penetration into the continental &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the goal being to produce a sense of danger sufficient to make the Americans believe that entering the war is in their best self-interests.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, as seems inevitable in the world of espionage, all is not always as it seems, and the reader can look forward to some intriguing twists.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Readers will find themselves drawn into the lives of both mother and daughter, both independent, strong-willed women, and fans of the spy genre will experience sufficient plot surprises to appeal to their sense of historical adventure as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all, a very compelling novel!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-5173523875784268177?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5173523875784268177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=5173523875784268177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/5173523875784268177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/5173523875784268177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/restless-william-boyd.html' title='Restless – William Boyd'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R7jC4oGMCrI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Wkc89Y2Mgs/s72-c/restless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-7492146339393299820</id><published>2008-01-18T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:23:04.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steve martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan kellerman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy tan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the accidental time machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='born standing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving fish from drowning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe haldeman'/><title type='text'>Some Quick Picks</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;While some time has passed since I last wrote on this blog, my reading has been as active and varied as ever; while some of the books have had some interesting elements, but not sufficiently compelling to warrant recommendation,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;other authors have proven to be reliable purveyors of their particular genre.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Following are some ‘quick picks’, accompanied by some very brief comments for each:    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Saving Fish From Drowning&lt;/i&gt; – by Amy Tan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EEt7iFXFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Zlcvth7o-ps/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EEt7iFXFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Zlcvth7o-ps/s400/fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156908235437202514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Using the persona of a ghost as her narrator, Amy Tan does her usual magnificent job in offering acute observations of the clash of cultures, this time by having a group of Americans of various backgrounds taking a tour of Myamar, formerly &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Burma&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amidst much wry humor, Tan is also able to explore some very serious themes, not the least of which is the frequently misguided notion of Westerners that they can solve the problems of people about whom they know nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unsparing in her examination of the brutal oppression of the military regime currently running the country, the author achieves a remarkable result in this novel:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;entertainment and edification.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Accidental Time Machine&lt;/i&gt; – by Joe Haldeman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EFELiFXGI/AAAAAAAAADE/lrsEM7B0FQ4/s1600-h/Time+Machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EFELiFXGI/AAAAAAAAADE/lrsEM7B0FQ4/s400/Time+Machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156908617689291874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This quirky novel can perhaps best be described as science fiction for those who don’t normally read the genre.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the title suggests, the plot revolves around an accidental invention of a time machine in the form of a calibrator; this machine transports itself and anything/one connected to it into the future in exponential jumps in both time and place, affording the author the opportunity, in the vein of H.G. Wells’ classic, to offer social commentary on a myriad of human foibles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well worth the read!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Obsession&lt;/i&gt; – by Jonathan Kellerman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EFTriFXHI/AAAAAAAAADM/StUxs4xt1h0/s1600-h/obsession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EFTriFXHI/AAAAAAAAADM/StUxs4xt1h0/s400/obsession.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156908883977264242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every novel written by this psychologist over the years has proven to be satisfying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part detective, part mystery, part psychological thriller, Kellerman’s latest revolves around the provocative deathbed statement of the mother of one of his former patients, in which she seems to confess a murder to her daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While no one who knew the competent, highly regarded and compassionate mother and nurse believes there is any credibility to this, her enigmatic statement sets of a series of events and twists that provide the kind of challenges the author’s readers have come to expect over the years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Born Standing Up&lt;/i&gt; – Steve Martin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EF4biFXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/BtzQYBiUjgY/s1600-h/Born.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EF4biFXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/BtzQYBiUjgY/s400/Born.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156909515337456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyone of a certain age who, over the years, has enjoyed the somewhat skewed humour of Steve Martin, comedian, writer, actor and filmmaker, will find real pleasure in reading this gentle and gracious memoir of his development as a stand-up comic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From his early days performing at the Bird Cage Theatre housed at Knott’s Berry Farm, to his writing for the Smothers Brothers, to his appearances on the Tonight Show and Saturday Night Live, through to the end of his stand-up performances in front of tens of thousands of people, Martin provides both wit and insight as he explains what it means to be a comedian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyone looking for lurid details of his personal life will be disappointed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An intensely private man, Martin provides only the personal information necessary to understand the factors that contributed to the development of his career.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in all, a classy memoir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-7492146339393299820?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7492146339393299820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=7492146339393299820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/7492146339393299820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/7492146339393299820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-quick-picks.html' title='Some Quick Picks'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/R5EEt7iFXFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Zlcvth7o-ps/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-1906180652056008424</id><published>2007-10-25T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T05:48:10.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drug dealing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george pelecanos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime fiction'/><title type='text'>Drama City - George Pelecanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RyEPMV706mI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UHgbBXuESHc/s1600-h/drama+city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RyEPMV706mI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UHgbBXuESHc/s400/drama+city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125394555645258338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At one point in this gritty novel, someone says, “They used to call this &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dodge City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Better name would be &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Drama&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The city being referred to is &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;D.C.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, but it is not the one we are most familiar with, the seat of U.S political power, but rather a much more hard-edged community encompassing both comedy and tragedy, just as we see depicted in the masks of drama.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the world of the street,  the drug dealer, the addict, and those who are trying to leave that world behind.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lorenzo Brown, the novel’s protagonist, is one of the latter. A black former drug dealer now on parole, he is trying to adhere to the straight life through his job as “a dog police.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Working for the Humane Society, he and his white partner, Mark, have the responsibility of confronting a wide range of people, some criminal, some just addicted, lazy, helpless or irresponsible, in order to ensure the proper treatment of the animals under their care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lorenzo, the more realistic of the two, has to frequently remind Mark that there are some dogs that cannot be rehabilitated or made adoptable, so scarred are they from the abuse experienced in their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These dogs, few in number, become a metaphor for both the limitations and the possibilities of human change. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Rachel Lopez is Lorenzo’s troubled parole officer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By day her tough but compassionate nature serves her well in the demands of work, but by night she is a troubled woman who abuses alcohol and gets into a variety of risky sexual situations, all the time deluding herself that she is in control of her life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The lives of these struggling people invariably intersect with the world of the drug dealer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two groups, led by Nigel Johnson and Deacon Taylor, control the streets of their respective turfs in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Drama&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, each seemingly satisfied with their domains and their agreement not to encroach upon the other’s jurisdiction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, an almost innocent misunderstanding by one of Johnson’s men over who has rights to a specific corner leads to a series of events that threaten both the rehabilitation of Lorenzo Brown, a former acolyte of Johnson, and the very life of Rachel Lopez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelecanos has fashioned an involving story here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although his characterization is not as thorough as some of the writers of this genre, he provides sufficient information to involve the reader in Brown’s life to the point where we care about his fate, admiring his efforts at rehabilitation, and concerned about the influences that threaten it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t think he is as successful with Rachel Lopez.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While he provides reasons for her behaviour, the loss of both of her parents and a wild streak observed by her father when she was young, neither seemed especially credible to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps had the author spent a little more time with her development, he would have succeeded in creating a three-dimensional character.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In terms of the main drug dealers, Nigel Johnson and Deacon Taylor, Pelacanos invests sufficient humanity in the former by showing that he cares about his mother, as well as his friend and former employee Lorenzo. He does not want the latter to fall back into the criminal life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One senses that had circumstances been different, he might have developed into a productive member of society. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Deacon Taylor has no such humanity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;George Pelecanos accomplishes a great deal in his novel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His talent for writing street dialogue lends a verisimilitude to his work that lesser writers are unable to achieve.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As well, in the commonplace depictions of the circumstances and behaviour of people existing on the periphery of society, he effectively conveys the cruel reality of the lives of those who, either by social conditioning, fate, economics, or just plain bad luck, have very little chance to break out of the despair of their existences.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-1906180652056008424?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1906180652056008424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=1906180652056008424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1906180652056008424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1906180652056008424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/10/drama-city-george-pelecanos.html' title='Drama City - George Pelecanos'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RyEPMV706mI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UHgbBXuESHc/s72-c/drama+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-7027598925032588063</id><published>2007-10-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:51:25.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f. paul wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repairman jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harbingers'/><title type='text'>Harbingers – F. Paul Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rxf_Twpxc3I/AAAAAAAAACs/YAi7VOmo-cc/s1600-h/harbingers_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rxf_Twpxc3I/AAAAAAAAACs/YAi7VOmo-cc/s400/harbingers_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122843816099935090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Although it may seem like a low-brow taste, I readily admit to a lifelong affection for well-written horror stories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For many years a fan of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stephen King’s work (although his last few outings have been somewhat disappointing), I also very much enjoy the &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;novels of F. Paul Wilson, a New Jersey doctor who happens to write riveting tales that frequently venture into the other-worldly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially gripping is his ‘Repairman Jack” series, revolving as they do around a loner who exists, as he puts it, ‘off the grid,’ a fact that allows him a measure of freedom denied most people.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As his name suggests, Jack makes his living by taking care of other people’s intractable, seemingly irresolvable problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because he exists in a kind of netherworld of anonymity, he can eschew conventional approaches and draw upon his unique talents and resources in order to offer remediation to desperate clients.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But an interesting evolution has taken place over the course of this series.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The formerly solitary Jack has made an emotional connection with a woman and her daughter so deep that in the novel Harbingers, he is ready to ‘go legit’ by adopting an identity that will ultimately make him a citizen who can marry the woman he loves, adopt her child, and be a real father to their unborn child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, fate has other plans for him.&lt;/p&gt;Without going into too much revealing detail, one of the most compelling and interesting aspects of this series is the way &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has connected it to another, called the Adversary Cycle, which began with a novel called The Keep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The latter was an introduction to a cosmology in which two forces, The Ally and The Otherness, vie for control and possession of the earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Ally, not to be mistaken for God, has an almost capricious, dispassionate interest in our world while The Otherness, represented on earth by The Adversary, feeds upon human misery and hopelessness, doing everything possible to promote these negative emotions and thereby grow stronger.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has become apparent in the past several Repairman novels that Jack is somehow a crucial player in this cosmic battle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Exactly what that role is, and the shocking measures used by The Ally to recruit Jack, are revealed in Harbingers. To say more would ruin the pleasure of discovery for the reader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s just say that to cross Jack, even on a cosmic level, is not a wise thing to do.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you have never read any of the Repairman Jack novels, I strongly suggest that you enjoy them in chronological order, as each novel is related.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A complete bibliography can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.repairmanjack.com/"&gt;www.repairmanjack.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May you derive the same pleasure I have with this series.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-7027598925032588063?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7027598925032588063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=7027598925032588063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/7027598925032588063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/7027598925032588063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/10/harbingers-f-paul-wilson.html' title='Harbingers – F. Paul Wilson'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rxf_Twpxc3I/AAAAAAAAACs/YAi7VOmo-cc/s72-c/harbingers_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-1939807245366290450</id><published>2007-10-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:30:18.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christopher buckley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boomsday'/><title type='text'>Boomsday- by Christopher Buckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RxN76gpxc2I/AAAAAAAAACk/fUezjCd_JkE/s1600-h/boomsday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RxN76gpxc2I/AAAAAAAAACk/fUezjCd_JkE/s400/boomsday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121573446378156898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Any worthwhile satire is an attempt to point out the shortcomings of humanity through humour and wit, usually with a measure of exaggeration. The ultimate goal is to inspire change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have always felt that writing a satire of American politics would be a very difficult undertaking, simply because the world of American politics, even without any literary embellishments, is an absurd one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christopher Buckley’s latest novel, Boomsday, confirmed this for me.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The plot revolves around Cassandra Devine, (aka Cassie Cochrane), a public relations executive and inveterate blogger who, in her latter persona, tries to effect change by challenging her generation of thirty-somethings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite her establishment job, which essentially boils down to defending the indefensible through language and optics, she rebels against that establishment by urging her peers to rise up against the boomers who, as they retire, will bankrupt her generation through their social security provisions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her frustration over the government’s failure to address the issue leads her to make a ‘modest proposal’, in the Jonathan Swift tradition, that Boomers be offered financial incentives in order to commit suicide by age 65, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thereby sparing her generation the overwhelming costs of supporting them in their dotage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Euphemistically labeled ‘transitioning,’ this mass suicide would carry with it financial incentives to be enjoyed during the life of the suicide and his/her heirs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Of course, this proposal is met with predictable outrage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is, until Senator Randy Jepperson, ‘from the great state of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;,’ and a friend of Cassandra, decides to use it for his advantage, both raising his national profile in the process and giving the concept political legitimacy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His actions bring out some powerful enemies, including the foul-mouthed President Peacham, his amoral (is there any other kind?) political adviser Bucky Trimble, Cassie’s estranged father, Frank Cochrane, and a Jerry Falwell type of religious figure, Gideon Payne, who many believe killed his mother by driving her off of a cliff.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While the book is undeniably humorous in many ways, whether it is an effective satire is an altogether different consideration for the reason announced at the beginning of this review.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are perhaps too familiar with the self-serving nature of American politics, marked as it is by greed, lust for power, amorality and expediency to derive any real benefit from a book that seeks to satirize these things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a world where a Karl Rove can retire, unscathed, from his position, where a Vice President can shoot a man in the face and then have that man apologize for the trouble he caused Mr. Cheney, and where a President refuses to extend healthcare for children while spending billions per annum on a futile war, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is there really anything more that the world of satirical fiction can achieve?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-1939807245366290450?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1939807245366290450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=1939807245366290450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1939807245366290450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1939807245366290450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/10/boomsday-by-christopher-buckley.html' title='Boomsday- by Christopher Buckley'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RxN76gpxc2I/AAAAAAAAACk/fUezjCd_JkE/s72-c/boomsday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-971825013232057894</id><published>2007-10-03T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:25:32.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james lee burke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detective novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the tin roof blowdown'/><title type='text'>The Tin Roof Blowdown – James Lee Burke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RwROyugb79I/AAAAAAAAACc/fnnH5nuGLUc/s1600-h/tin+roof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RwROyugb79I/AAAAAAAAACc/fnnH5nuGLUc/s400/tin+roof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117301709984231378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The overwhelmingly melancholy tone of James Lee Burke’s latest novel, The Tin Roof Blowdown, seems especially apt given both its subject matter, the destruction of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and the late middle age of his protagonist, Dave Robicheaux.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Set in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, a natural phenomenon that served to reveal government indifference to the plight of the poor, the selfishness, brutality and callousness of the citizenry, and the noblest responses humanity is capable of, the novel explores the themes typical of Burke’s works: greed, depravity, violence, and the always tantalizing possibility of redemption.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burke is at his narrative best, telling a story that begins with a seemingly routine looting of a flood-ravaged home by four black men, Bertrand and Eddy Melanchon, their cousin Andre Rochon, and Rochon’s nephew, Kevin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, owing to both the ownership of the house and what has been stolen, as well as a sudden explosion of violence, the crime turns out to be anything but routine, and has far-reaching consequences for all of the story’s principals:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;an insurance adjuster, Otis Baylor, whose daughter Thelma previously suffered a traumatizing assault; the wife of the adjuster, Melanie; Dave’s longtime friend Clete Purcell as well as Dave and his family – wife Molly and daughter Alafair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual masterful elements of Burke’s plot and characterization are present in this engrossing tale, but there is also something more:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the pervasive imagery of death and mortality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is, for all intents and purposes, the death of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;New   Orleans&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the great city which holds the key to much of Dave’s past and identity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As well, in addition to graphic depictions of violence and death, there is a new element:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a distinct sense of Dave’s mortality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the entire series of Robicheaux novels, readers have always understood the precariousness of his existence arising from the war between his self-destructive tendencies and his nobler impulses, as well as the violent world he inhabits as a law-enforcement officer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This time, however, there are more overt musings on time winding down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Consider the following passage, as Clete tells Dave about a dream he had:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;I was walking in a woods and I could smell fall in the air.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were leaves and mushrooms all over the ground, and air vines were hanging from the trees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I came out of the woods, you were standing on the edge of a stream with a suitcase by your foot, like you were about to go on a trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You said, ‘You walked over a grave, Clete.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Didn’t you see it?’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then you waded into the water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The connotation of his dream made something drop in my chest, like a stone tumbling down a wall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;‘What do you think it means?’ he said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;‘Nothing,’ I said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘Dreams are just dreams.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Throughout his entire writing career, James Lee Burke has required that his readers confront the realities of life, both bad and good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Acknowledging the finitude of life is just one more of those realities, but one cannot help but wonder if the author is also telling us about his plans for the literary fate of his aging protagonist, Dave Robicheaux.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-971825013232057894?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/971825013232057894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=971825013232057894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/971825013232057894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/971825013232057894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/10/tin-roof-blowdown-james-lee-burke.html' title='The Tin Roof Blowdown – James Lee Burke'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RwROyugb79I/AAAAAAAAACc/fnnH5nuGLUc/s72-c/tin+roof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-3315743043759176083</id><published>2007-09-14T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:58:34.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael connelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detective novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the overlook'/><title type='text'>The Overlook – Michael Connelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RurZr5KpUkI/AAAAAAAAACU/i1V-6s77tl8/s1600-h/Overlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110136075308323394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RurZr5KpUkI/AAAAAAAAACU/i1V-6s77tl8/s400/Overlook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although appreciably shorter than previous installments, Michael Connelly’s latest Harry Bosch novel makes for the usual compelling reading. Originally published as a sixteen-part serial for the New York Times Magazine, and then expanded for publication, The Overlook begins routinely enough, with the murder of Dr. Stanley Kent, a medical physicist with access to cesium, used in both cancer treatment and as a key radioactive component of the so-called “dirty bomb.” Followup investigation finds Kent’s wife, Alicia, naked and hog-tied on the matrimonial bed, and what she ultimately reveals about her captivity sends the FBI’s Homeland Security Unit into immediate action, thereby bringing about Harry’s reunion with his old love interest, Rachel Walling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot contains the twists and turns one expects from Michael Connelly, with a resolution that quite frankly, I did not anticipate, despite some cleverly planted clues. But as always, the real pleasure for me is the characterization of Harry Bosch. Although he is getting older (in this novel he is 56), his instincts continue to serve him well. It is these instincts that bring him into a seemingly perennial opposition to his superiors, but this time out his rebellion takes a slightly less conspicuous form; perhaps he has learned that outright defiance has costs he is no longer willing to bear. Another interesting development is the fact that he has a new, much younger partner, Ignacio Ferras, who, as the novel progresses, becomes increasing nervous about his prospects for career longevity owing to Harry’s unorthodox practices, and at one point declares that their partnership is not working. Needless to say, he changes his opinion by the end of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Overlook works effectively on the fears of terrorism that began with the 9/11 attacks, but interestingly enough, while all other law enforcement figures are busy trying to track down the missing cesium, Harry remains true to his calling and to his vision of what it means to be a homicide detective. His credo is a simple one: the investigator has to speak for those who no longer can, and this pursuit of justice in apprehending those responsible for Stanley Kent’s murder never becomes secondary to concerns about terrorist attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of Michael Connelly will not be disappointed in this latest episode in Harry’s life, although they may well lament the fact that their reading pleasure is limited to only 225 pages this time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-3315743043759176083?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3315743043759176083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=3315743043759176083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/3315743043759176083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/3315743043759176083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/09/overlook-michael-connelly.html' title='The Overlook – Michael Connelly'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RurZr5KpUkI/AAAAAAAAACU/i1V-6s77tl8/s72-c/Overlook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-8626214975546896804</id><published>2007-09-12T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:26:48.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water for elephants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sara gruen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Water for Elephants – Sara Gruen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RugEdJKpUjI/AAAAAAAAACM/_T4WelXKvsw/s1600-h/Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109338675975115314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RugEdJKpUjI/AAAAAAAAACM/_T4WelXKvsw/s400/Water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, my neighbor lent me a copy of a book called &lt;em&gt;Angela’s Ashes&lt;/em&gt;. At the time, had someone asked me if I was interested in reading an Irish memoir about growing up in dire poverty, I probably would have said no. Yet that book turned out to be a richly rewarding reading experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something similar happened to me recently when my brother-in-law recommended a novel called &lt;em&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/em&gt;. Without giving any details, he said it was one of the best books he had read in a long time. When it arrived after a lengthy hold period at the library, I was frankly disappointed to learn that it is a story revolving around circus life during the Depression. Neither the subject matter nor the era exercises any particular fascination for me. However, my disappointment soon turned into enthusiasm after just a few minutes of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is told from the perspective of Jacob Jankowski, a 90 or 93 year-old (he isn’t sure which) living out his days in a nursing home. Despite an extended family which includes children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, each of whom take turns visiting him on a weekly basis, Jacob feels alone in the world, especially since the death of his wife. He therefore spends much of his time reminiscing about the past, especially the period during which he worked with the circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a personal tragedy sees him leaving university before completing the final exam for his veterinary degree, the young Jacob suddenly finds himself in the employ of a circus billing itself as “BENZINI BROS MOST SPECTACULAR SHOW ON EARTH.” Here he works as both a veterinary and general helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story progresses, we learn that lurking beneath the public merriment of ‘the big top,’ some dark secrets abide. There is the ringmaster August, a man convivial and generous one moment, a cruel animal the next. There is his hapless wife Marlena who, at the age of 17, wed the ‘good ‘August four years earlier after a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; short courtship, only to discover his other side almost immediately after the wedding. Disowned by her family, she sees no way out of her situation. Exercising great power over everyone’s life is the proprietor of Benzini Brothers, Uncle Al, whose avuncular mien hides some shocking truths. And then there is Jacob, whose growing attraction to Marlena threatens the stability of the façade under which the circus operates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the practice of scavenging failed circuses, Benzini Bros secures something it has long coveted, something all of the great circuses have: an elephant. Almost human in her presentation, this pachyderm named Rosie emerges not as a dumb, untrainable creature her handlers initially conclude after acquisition, but rather a very intelligent soul that understands Polish, a language Jacob is quite conversant with. Due to the relationship that develops between Rosie and August, Marlena, and Jacob, the former acts as a foil for the reader to see both the best and the worst of human nature through these characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect of interest is the novel’s depiction of the social hierarchy of circus life. For example, performers and ‘workers’ never eat together. When pay is in short supply, the performers are paid, but not the workers. The true expendability of the latter is reflected in the horrifying secret practice of ‘redlighting’ troublesome employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/em&gt; is a richly textured novel, vividly recreating a time and place most of us have little knowledge of. And despite its improbable ending, this trip to the circus is well worth the price of admission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-8626214975546896804?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8626214975546896804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=8626214975546896804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/8626214975546896804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/8626214975546896804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/09/water-for-elephants-sara-gruen.html' title='Water for Elephants – Sara Gruen'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RugEdJKpUjI/AAAAAAAAACM/_T4WelXKvsw/s72-c/Water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-5987969422994204731</id><published>2007-09-08T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:47:05.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afghanistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kite runner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hosseini'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RuNDMw8zX0I/AAAAAAAAACE/0IyM8DPgEOg/s1600-h/kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108000288945692482" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RuNDMw8zX0I/AAAAAAAAACE/0IyM8DPgEOg/s400/kite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For many of us, Afghanistan is a far off land whose exact location we would be hard-pressed to readily locate on a map. What do we think we know about the people? Are they primitive cave-dwellers, warlords, and religious extremists? Is their country a lost cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Khaled Hosseini does much to dispel many news-fuelled stereotypes in his first novel, The Kite Runner. An engrossing and moving story of betrayal, guilt, and redemption, the novel offers us a very human portrayal of people caught in the paradoxes of human existence – the desire to do good undercut by moral weakness, jealousy, and hypocrisy. The story is written from the perspective of Amir, the son of a wealthy Kabul merchant who, for reasons that become clear only late in the novel, treats his servants, Ali and Hazzan, members of the despised Hazaras, as family. Amir and Hazzan, about the same age, grow up together as friends. That friendship, however, is secretly betrayed when Amir fails to come to the aid of Hassan during a brutal assault. Although no one, including the ever-faithful Hasaan knows the truth, Amir is haunted by what he considers his cowardice. Every time he sees his friend he is reminded of what he failed to do and so he compounds his guilt by engineering the ouster of Hassan and his father Ali, never to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the novel, set in the United States after Amir and his father have fled the war-torn country of their birth, sees the pair establishing a new, but greatly humbled life, in Northern California. Eventually, Amir marries into a family of Afghan expatriates, and life seems good as he becomes a successful novelist. Then a call he receives one day from an old friend of his father, with the message, “There is a way to be good again,” sends him to Pakistan and then back to Afghanistan, where he risks his life to redeem himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kite Runner is a powerful narrative that leaves the reader feeling uplifted upon completion. Although in my view there is perhaps one pivotal aspect of the plot that relies too much on coincidence, it is a book that gives us access into the lives of people most of us have little knowledge of, and helps us appreciate the universality of the human condition. It merits the acclaim it has received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-5987969422994204731?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5987969422994204731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=5987969422994204731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/5987969422994204731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/5987969422994204731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/09/kite-runner-khaled-hosseini-for-many-of.html' title='The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RuNDMw8zX0I/AAAAAAAAACE/0IyM8DPgEOg/s72-c/kite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-9073801035131719451</id><published>2007-08-27T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:10:26.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus out to sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james lee burke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurricane katrina'/><title type='text'>Jesus Out to Sea – James Lee Burke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RtLw6oI0RLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7xWnbLTAnc/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103406217761670322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RtLw6oI0RLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7xWnbLTAnc/s400/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those not especially fond of the short story genre will find much to savor in this collection of short stories by well-known author James Lee Burke. Many will be familiar with the dark themes that emerge in his novels, especially the Dave Robicheaux series, and they are certainly much in evidence in these stories, almost all set in the past of over 50 years ago, except for the last one, entitled &lt;em&gt;Jesus Out to Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Each of the stories, like so much of Burke’s other writing, carries with them the duality of human nature. We sense that sudden and brutal violence is never far from the surface of our souls, yet at the same time, we are reminded that the possibility of redemption is there as well. This duality is especially powerful in &lt;em&gt;A Season of Regret&lt;/em&gt;, which begins with a retired professor simply trying to protect his property rights, progresses through an act of defending a seemingly defenseless woman, and ends in a violent outcome not likely to be anticipated by the reader; this outcome , though not directly involving the protagonist, is one he must take ultimate responsibility for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the short but brutal &lt;em&gt;The Village&lt;/em&gt;, told from the perspective of an American operative, probably a CIA agent, there is just the slightest suggestion of redemptive&lt;br /&gt;possibilities. Throughout most of this four page tale, the unnamed protagonist engages in a litany of excuses for the shedding of innocent blood. It is only at the end, while engaged in a brutal act to dispatch a troublesome Mennonite that he seems to acknowledge wrongdoing, by repeating her final words, You must change your way. If the reporting of these five words marks the beginning of that change, all may not be lost for the operative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most moving, and certainly the most recent in terms of setting, is the last story, &lt;em&gt;Jesus Out to Sea&lt;/em&gt;. Set in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, through the eyewitness descriptions of the protagonist, the odor of failure permeates the narrative – not only the failure of government in its reaction to the disaster, but also the failure of the city of New Orleans, in its transition form a city of hope, camaraderie, and music to a repository of drugs, crime, and desperation. A story offering little of the hope evident in many of the previous tales, its central image of the remnant of a destroyed church, Jesus on a cross, floating away in the floodwaters, is an apt symbol in this chronicle of disillusionment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the reader who is not uncomfortable confronting the more unpleasant aspects of life, this collection, eleven in total, has much to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-9073801035131719451?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9073801035131719451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=9073801035131719451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/9073801035131719451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/9073801035131719451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/08/jesus-out-to-sea-james-lee-burke.html' title='Jesus Out to Sea – James Lee Burke'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RtLw6oI0RLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7xWnbLTAnc/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-1535071355380604035</id><published>2007-08-21T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:11:29.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updike'/><title type='text'>Terrorist – John Updike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RsuEhd9tcDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cTOo7039_i4/s1600-h/terrorist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101316713441226802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RsuEhd9tcDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cTOo7039_i4/s400/terrorist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Updike’s latest novel, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terrorist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, offers a fascinating glimpse into the world of Islamic fundamentalism, but it is a story not without flaws. The novel’s protagonist, eighteen- year- old Ahmad Ashmawy Mulloy, is the son of an Irish-American mother and an Egyptian father who deserted the family many years before. A young man of high intelligence, he eschews further education after high school, despite the belated exhortations of Jack Levy, a Jewish high school guidance counselor who goes on to conduct a surreptitious relationship with Ahmad’s mother, Terry. At the urging of his imam, Ahmad takes a job delivering furniture for a Lebanese family. This marks the beginning of his being drawn into an explosive terrorist plot, the outcome of which may or may not be credible to the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to commend in this novel, particularly Updikes’s ability to portray a fundamentalist Muslim perspective on the world. In that portrayal whereby, for example, Ahmad expresses his disdain for the glue of the Western world, rampant consumerism, Updike is able to offer some trenchant truths to the reader about the kinds of lives we lead. Consider this masterful section of the book, when Ahmad remembers childhood shopping trips with his mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He would go with his mother … into the vast spaces of hastily slapped up hangers in the ‘big box’ style, where packaged goods were stacked up to the exposed girders. On those trips, narrowly aimed at replacing a certain irreparable home appliance or some boys’ clothing his relentless growing demanded or, before Islam rendered him immune, a long-coveted electronic game obsolete within a season, the mother and son were besieged on all sides by attractive, ingenious things and could not afford… Devils, these many gaudy packages seemed to be, these towering racks of today’s flimsy fashion, these shelves of chip-power expressed in murderous cartoons prodding the masses to buy, to consume while the world still had resources to consume, to gorge at the trough before death closed greedy mouths forever. In all of this wooing of the needy into debt, death was the bottom line, the counter where the diminishing dollars clattered. Hurry, buy now, since the afterlife’s pure and plain joys are an empty fable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a remarkable passage. In just a few words, Updike is able to offer a penetrating analysis and commentary on our consumer-obsessed mentality and the spiritual emptiness underlying it. At the same time, he allows us some understanding of Ahmad’s view of the society he has grown up in, providing some foundation for the choices he subsequently makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is the latter that also presents some problems. Ahmad’s perspective and choices are, for me, the source of the book’s flaws. Quite frankly, I found it very difficult to accept the credibility of his character. The portrayal of someone raised in American society, embracing Islam at the age of eleven, and consequently being the almost perfect ascetic did not ring true. Granted, Ahmad is a young man reared without a father by an ill-disciplined mother and is undoubtedly seeking both discipline and a father figure in Allah and the Yemeni imam, Shaikh Rashid, who represents him; yet that is not sufficient in my mind to warrant the depiction of a young man so disengaged from the world around him that he will so willingly dispense with it when presented with an opportunity for jihad. It is one thing to try to understand the mind of fundamentalists from a war-torn part of the world, raised in bitterness and penury and hatred of the West’s involvement in their affairs, willing to surrender their lives for what they believe to be a holy cause. It is quite another to imagine this same willingness in Updike’s Ahmad. As well, the plot’s resolution, for me, was also unconvincing for reasons I won’t articulate, so as not to reveal too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These caveats aside, I do recommend this book. The prose is elegant yet restrained, and Updike certainly intends the novel, not as a screed against the Muslim world, but rather as a window to our own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-1535071355380604035?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1535071355380604035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=1535071355380604035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1535071355380604035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1535071355380604035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/08/terrorist-john-updike.html' title='Terrorist – John Updike'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RsuEhd9tcDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cTOo7039_i4/s72-c/terrorist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-159635220160700454</id><published>2007-08-14T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:13:31.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding the bully&apos;s coat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcquaig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada-u.s. relations'/><title type='text'>Holding the Bully’s Coat – Linda McQuaig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RsH__hNBWTI/AAAAAAAAABs/NUzmRTaTm-E/s1600-h/bully.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098637719869937970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RsH__hNBWTI/AAAAAAAAABs/NUzmRTaTm-E/s400/bully.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether holding forth on the global economy, the excesses of capitalism, government deficits or the U.S. invasion of Iraq, author Linda McQuaig never disappoints. Her willingness to challenge conventional wisdom, especially that which is promulgated in the mainstream media, is always guaranteed to provide the reader with new insights and rich material to allow him or her to critically examine previously-held beliefs. Whether or not one agrees with the things she asserts, this is her greatest strength as a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her latest book, Holding the Bully’s Coat, reflects this strength as she examines in both an historical and contemporary context, Canada’s relationship with the United States. She argues that by aligning the country too closely with the policies of the United States, our political, military, and economic elites are sacrificing Canada’s international reputation (one she acknowledges as being exaggerated) and our role as a middle power, as well as jeopardizing our independence as a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McQuaig deals with a number of issues that will have occurred to thinking Canadians over the years, including how our reputation for peacekeeping and compromise is being unjustly denigrated by the right wing; how the United States’ penchant for exceptionalism has essentially made it a law unto itself as it chooses to flout international law, the United Nations, the World Court, the Geneva Conventions’ prohibition on torture, and any other potential restriction on its dominance; the destabilizing effect of the U.S. opposition to nuclear disarmament; and its military’s refusal to abandon Cold War thinking, having simply substituted Islamic extremism for “the Red Menace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the above description may make this book sound like an anti-American rant, it is not. Rather, McQuaig shows, through copious examples and careful analysis, how the citizens of both Canada and the United States are being ill-served by those in power who are quite willing to mislead and manipulate their respective peoples. Indeed, some of her harshest criticism is reserved for the Canadian government, both the current Conservative one and the previous Liberal one, and its often uncritical deference to American policies of very questionable merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book will be offensive to those who think the motives and policies of the United States (and Canada, for that matter) should never be questioned. It will, however, be appreciated by those who want to go beyond media rhetoric and think deeply about issues of importance. It will also appeal to those humble enough never to have subscribed to the jingoistic notion, “My country, right or wrong,” a very dangerous mantra for the people of any free society to adopt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-159635220160700454?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/159635220160700454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=159635220160700454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/159635220160700454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/159635220160700454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/08/holding-bullys-coat-linda-mcquaig.html' title='Holding the Bully’s Coat – Linda McQuaig'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RsH__hNBWTI/AAAAAAAAABs/NUzmRTaTm-E/s72-c/bully.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-521798423228988248</id><published>2007-07-29T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:53:30.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walter mosley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='killing johnny fry'/><title type='text'>Killing Johnny Fry- by Walter Mosley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rq0LrxNBWRI/AAAAAAAAABc/pMgNs1QAJcI/s1600-h/Fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092739600196131090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rq0LrxNBWRI/AAAAAAAAABc/pMgNs1QAJcI/s400/Fry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I admire the range of Walter Mosley’s imagination, given his forays not only into the mystery/detective genre via the Easy Rawlins series, but also his efforts in science fiction and explorations of the nature of good and evil (The Man in My Basement) I cannot say that I enjoyed his latest work which can’t be labeled anything other than pornographic. While I am no prude, I really didn’t think the novel’s graphic nature was justified by what I took to be its theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel revolves around Cordell Carmel, a middle-aged black New Yorker who one day discovers his long-time girlfriend having torrid sex in her apartment with a white man, Johnny Fry. Unseen, Cordell leaves, but the impact of this experience is life-changing. Not only does the formerly mild Cordell want to kill Johnny, but the realization of his own ignorance and inadequacies leads him into a series of sexual escapade with numerous women, to what ultimate end I really don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this novel is meant to serve as some kind of allegory, because neither Cordell’s remarkable, but heretofore unknown sexual abilities, nor the conflict’s resolution were even remotely credible. After completing the book, one is left with a vague feeling of dissatisfaction, not unlike the way Cordell seems to feel despite his many conquests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disappointing experience notwithstanding, I will continue to look forward to anything written by Mr. Mosley. I admire his refusal to be defined by one genre; his willingness to take chances suggests someone who is still growing as a writer, someone who will probably continue to explore for the rest of his career. Could a reader ask for anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-521798423228988248?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/521798423228988248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=521798423228988248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/521798423228988248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/521798423228988248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/killing-johnny-fry-by-walter-mosley.html' title='Killing Johnny Fry- by Walter Mosley'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rq0LrxNBWRI/AAAAAAAAABc/pMgNs1QAJcI/s72-c/Fry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-1552154206105083287</id><published>2007-07-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:12:25.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nussey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a love supreme'/><title type='text'>A Love Supreme – by Kent Nussey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RqIV-RNBWQI/AAAAAAAAABU/aAsgKkj0tWk/s1600-h/nussey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089654688396171522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RqIV-RNBWQI/AAAAAAAAABU/aAsgKkj0tWk/s400/nussey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this novel, taken from one of the seminal works of tenor saxophonist John Coltrane, a god in the jazz world, is perhaps a clue to the writer’s intent. For anyone immersed in jazz as a listener, as I have been for the last 8 or 9 years, there is always the problem of how to explain its attraction to non-enthusiasts. Like other forms of music, there is a barrier presented by language which prevents an easy articulation of what that world holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar Snow, the novel’s protagonist, is presented as a man who has given up most of the material comforts of life to write a book that, on the surface, is a musical biography of three jazz giants: the idiosyncratic pianist, Thelonius Monk, the mercurial bassist and bandleader Charles Mingus, and the mystical and ineffable John Coltrane. While the first two thirds of the book proceed relatively smoothly, Omar’s problems begin as he works on the Coltrane segment. He becomes obsessed with trying to convey in words the essentially indescribable: Coltrane’s musical vision. In his own way, Omar is trying to do in prose what Coltrane did in his music: capture and convey a world beyond the quotidian one that we know, a world where light, God and harmony exist, a world to which we can aspire but never fully achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this journey, Omar meets Carrie, a beautiful but unhappy actress neighbor with whom he seems to have little in common but to whom he is drawn; while the relationship never develops into a sexual one, Omar is convinced that he has a role to play in her life, although that role is never clearly defined. In reading the novel, I couldn’t help but feel that his inability to articulate the nature of his relationship with the actress is somehow a parallel to the problems he is having in describing the visionary nature of Coltrane’s music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimately, it is difficult to assess whether or not the novel is a success. As a jazz enthusiast, I found it for the most part compelling, but I’m not sure that a person for whom this music is passé or inaccessible would necessarily appreciate it as much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-1552154206105083287?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1552154206105083287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=1552154206105083287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1552154206105083287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1552154206105083287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-supreme-by-kent-nussey.html' title='A Love Supreme – by Kent Nussey'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RqIV-RNBWQI/AAAAAAAAABU/aAsgKkj0tWk/s72-c/nussey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-3949250615275235975</id><published>2007-07-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:14:28.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u.s. politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assault on reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='al gore'/><title type='text'>The Assault on Reason – Al Gore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RqC8vUF3w_I/AAAAAAAAABM/jEZFt5lhJlw/s1600-h/gore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089275099961869298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RqC8vUF3w_I/AAAAAAAAABM/jEZFt5lhJlw/s400/gore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having just completed Al Gore’s The Assault on Reason, I have to confess to being profoundly disturbed. If his thesis is to be accepted, the greatest threat to the foundations of American society comes not from some shadowy terrorist organization but something much closer to home: the American government itself. It is an assertion that deserves to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing upon the beginnings of the American Constitution, Gore tells us that the Founders placed a heavy reliance on two interrelated notions: reason and a well-informed citizenry. These, plus the checks and balances implicit in the three branches of government (executive, legislative, and judicial), were believed to provide the greatest chances of survival for this new experiment in democracy. However, under the current Bush-Cheney Administration, Gore suggests that these safeguards are failing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an obviously well-researched effort, the author takes us through a variety of means whereby that administration sidesteps, circumvents, ignores or otherwise contemns the constitutional strictures on the executive branch. Were this a work of fiction, the reader would find the narrative implausible. Sadly, what Al Gore conveys is all too real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tale of administrative malfeasance has many facets: there is an indifferent legislative body more intent on raising money to get reelected than debating in Congress; there are the machinations of George Bush and Dick Cheney to reward their friends while at the same time ensuring that the average citizen is ill-served; there is the manipulation of people’s fears as opposed to appealing to their reason; all are grim reminders of what happens when people take their government for granted. Whether Gore examines the sinister repealing of pollution laws or the insidious misinformation put out about climate change, the reader quickly realizes that unless citizens promptly re-engage in the democratic process, there is little hope for the future of America’s grand experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does, however, end the book on a note of real hope. Although the historical notion of the marketplace of ideas, where people shared information and communicated with government in a meaningful way no longer exists, Gore suggests that a new infrastructure has arisen and is evolving whereby that marketplace might once again thrive. It is called the Internet. He points out the current egalitarian nature of the Web, whereby anyone with an opinion can form a group and invite others of like mind to join, whether it is a blog, a community forum, or a national meeting place. Its advantage is the absence of geographical or travel obstacles to forming or joining such groups, meaning that they are open to everyone. The potential to be once again well-informed and active is there, although I think the author downplays the difficulties inherent in having such a cornucopia of choice. How, for example, doe one separate the proverbial wheat from the chaff? Nonetheless, his underlying point is sound, namely that citizens now have a means to begin reinserting themselves in the democratic process in a meaningful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a book that has implications for all democratic governments and therefore should be widely read. As a Canadian, I couldn’t help but think of my own government under Stephen Harper which has, for example, severely restricted the flow of information about our troops’ mission in Afghanistan; facts that were previously widely available are no longer so, the justification being ‘national security issues,’ but more likely is a response to widespread criticism of the mission amongst Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good first step on the journey to becoming an informed citizen who can work toward a renewed democracy is the reading of The Assault on Reason; it is a book alternately disheartening, inspiring, informative and provocative. At no time is it boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-3949250615275235975?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3949250615275235975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=3949250615275235975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/3949250615275235975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/3949250615275235975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/assault-on-reason-al-gore.html' title='The Assault on Reason – Al Gore'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RqC8vUF3w_I/AAAAAAAAABM/jEZFt5lhJlw/s72-c/gore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-931082652400940897</id><published>2007-07-18T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:15:01.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccourt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Teacher Man – Frank McCourt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rp4jjUF3w-I/AAAAAAAAABE/5KV_7s_g0sM/s1600-h/mccourt+classroom200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088543718570968034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rp4jjUF3w-I/AAAAAAAAABE/5KV_7s_g0sM/s400/mccourt+classroom200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I read it shortly after it was published and so forget many of the details, Frank McCourt’s third installment of his memoirs, Teacher Man, left a lasting impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having taught for 30 years in public education in New York City, McCourt speaks with an authority that demands attention. His uncompromising portrait of what happens in the classroom, and the regular interference perpetrated by administrators, are experiences that any teacher will readily identify with. However, this book is intended for a much larger audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of the general public will benefit from and enjoy this book because it offers a demystification of education. Replacing the kinds of propaganda that school boards and education officials are inclined to disseminate (you know what I mean, platitudes like ” No Child Left Behind” “Every Child will Succeed” etc. etc. ad nauseam) McCourt succeeds in showing that yes, sometimes there are moments of magic, but mostly progress is slow and hard won, so much of it dependent not on the teacher, but the students themselves. While the tone of the book is anything but self-pitying, he makes it clear to his readers that the life of a teacher is just plain hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who see the profession as a series of undeserved perks will not likely be swayed from their biases, but anyone with an open mind will derive much from this memoir. Even as a retired educator, Frank McCourt has much to teach us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-931082652400940897?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/931082652400940897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=931082652400940897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/931082652400940897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/931082652400940897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/teacher-man-frank-mccourt.html' title='Teacher Man – Frank McCourt'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rp4jjUF3w-I/AAAAAAAAABE/5KV_7s_g0sM/s72-c/mccourt+classroom200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-7634249488980532295</id><published>2007-07-17T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:15:29.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert sawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sciene fiction novels'/><title type='text'>Author Recommendation - Robert Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rpzhy0F3w9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UuHbwGxVSaM/s1600-h/sawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088189942114796498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rpzhy0F3w9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UuHbwGxVSaM/s400/sawyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although never an ardent fan of science fiction, finding much of it too concerned with technological bafflegab, I have long been an enthusiast of Canadian writer Robert Sawyer. He writes in the tradition of the best science-fiction, using speculative science as an opportunity to explore aspects of human nature and human society. Reading this author is like reading meditations on the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cursory look at a few of his books is perhaps the best way to illustrate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Terminal Experiment: published in 1990, its premise is the development of artificial intelligence that essentially duplicates the human personality, communicating through a computer. The following critical excerpt captures much of its spirit:&lt;br /&gt;SF Site: "Robert J. Sawyer won the Nebula Award with this novel, and I would have voted for it. There is so much of interest in this book — artificial intelligence, a good murder mystery, a nicely realized near-future, and, as I've come to expect from Sawyer's novels, thought-provoking philosophy. This is science fiction at its most thought provoking. The exploration of ideas and their implications is fundamental for good hard SF. Sawyer definitely succeeds in that exploration here, but then goes a step farther, making it personal and therefore even more meaningful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Sawyer has published a host of other thought-provoking works, including what is known as the Neanderthal series: Hominids; Humans; Hybrids. In these books, the author is able to explore such issues as religious beliefs, how far society is willing to go for safety and security, and, of course, the ever present reality of human treachery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His latest, Rollback, is, despite its premise of SETI communications with an alien race, more of an examination of human love and loyalty. Set in 2048, the novel centers on an extraordinarily expensive procedure to restore youth and vitality. Normally available only to the wealthiest of people, it is offered to a scientist who originally deciphered an alien message some 38 years previous. A new message has been received, and it is hoped that by extending her life, the scientist will be able to decipher the new message, send a reply, and still be living when the next message is received. The 87 year old scientist, Sarah, insists that she will undergo the procedure only if her husband of 60 years, Don, is also given the opportunity. This is agreed upon, but unfortunately, the aging reversal only succeeds with Don. How do two people adjust to vastly altered life circumstances? Is love truly the tie that binds? These and other issues are deftly explored by the author, giving the reader much to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve never been a science fiction reader, I encourage you to give Sawyer a try. I doubt that you will be disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more about the author, visit the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfwriter.com/"&gt;http://www.sfwriter.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-7634249488980532295?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7634249488980532295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=7634249488980532295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/7634249488980532295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/7634249488980532295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/author-recommendation-robert-sawyer.html' title='Author Recommendation - Robert Sawyer'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/Rpzhy0F3w9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UuHbwGxVSaM/s72-c/sawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-1628311169480914797</id><published>2007-07-17T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:16:08.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sierra leone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a long way gone'/><title type='text'>Author Recommendation – Ishmael Beah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpyuqEF3w8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0_2ahzVLY2E/s1600-h/beah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088133716697924546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpyuqEF3w8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0_2ahzVLY2E/s400/beah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next selection marks a foray into the world of non-fiction, but it is a world as horrendous as any that can be found in the darkest of fiction. Yet upon completion of the book, the reader realizes that he or she has made a journey to redemption alongside the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishmael Beah, the author of A Long Way Gone, is a victim of war-torn Sierra Leone, the country depicted in the film Blood Diamond. Now a young man of 26, this very bright, articulate and talented writer effectively conveys the horror of his experiences as a boy soldier, conscripted into the army at the age of 13 to fight the rebels, although the bloody, inhumane behaviour of each side makes them virtually impossible to distinguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apparently happy and sensitive boy before both the loss of his family and the conscription, Beah is quickly transformed into something barely recognizable as human. Through the deadening effects of drugs and a yearning for a renewed sense of family, both readily provided by the army, he becomes a conscienceless killer, dispatching people not only in the relatively impersonal context of the battlefield, but also in the more immediate environment of open air interrogation of captured rebels. At no time in the book does Beah seek to minimize the atrocities he was involved in, although there is much that he chooses not to dwell upon, I suspect out of respect for his readers’ sensibilities. It is enough to say that the innocence and the humanity of the boy are lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if this were all there was to Beah’s story, it would be unrelentingly bleak. Thanks to fate, God, or just pain luck, he is rescued, against his will, from a life that surely would have ended soon. Taken by UNICEF to a rehabilitation camp, Beah begins the long struggle to reintegrate into a normal existence. The second part of the book takes an uncompromising look at the difficulties this entailed for the boy soldier and his peers, who for a long time resist the most determined efforts to restore their humanity; their anger at having been taken from their ‘family,’ the army, is made palpable through the author’s prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recommend this book too highly. Most of us, myself included, would be hard pressed to even find Sierra Leone on a map, much less say with honesty that we spend any of our waking moments worrying about the plight of child soldiers in the world. Ishmael Beah humanizes the things that we may, in passing, read about in the newspaper over coffee. But his book accomplishes so much more. We are also invited to witness the restoration of his soul, an arduous process, but one that cannot help but remind us that even in the seemingly lost cases of the world, redemption can be attained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Beah himself has said, “It is very easy for a person to lose his humanity, and very difficult to get it back.” Difficult yes, but not impossible, as A Long Way Gone amply demonstrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-1628311169480914797?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1628311169480914797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=1628311169480914797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1628311169480914797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1628311169480914797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/author-recommendation-ishmael-beah.html' title='Author Recommendation – Ishmael Beah'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpyuqEF3w8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0_2ahzVLY2E/s72-c/beah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-4871488249407909660</id><published>2007-07-16T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:16:57.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walter mosley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easy rawlins'/><title type='text'>Author Recommendation #4 – Walter Mosley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpuDJkF3w7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WHxPZmTvdgE/s1600-h/mosley_walter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804404375471026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpuDJkF3w7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WHxPZmTvdgE/s400/mosley_walter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I borrowed a DVD from the library entitled Devil in a Blue Dress, a 1995 film starring Denzel Washington and Don Cheadle. Although not an entirely successful movie, it led me to Walter Mosley, upon whose novel the movie is based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written in 1990, the book was the first in what has become known as the Easy Rawlins series. Mosley, a black author, sets this series in Los Angeles, beginning the story of his black protagonist, Easy, just after World War 11 and thus far, after 10 books, carrying through to 1966.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are much more than well-crafted mysteries, bringing to readers a character that, while sympathetic, has been molded to accept the realities of the racism of the time. It is with a somewhat weary cynicism, even fatalism, that Easy frequently agrees to help members of the white community, including the police, knowing from the outset that he will be the one to pay the price should something go wrong in his investigations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complementing his often complicated life is a host of interesting secondary characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His longtime friend &lt;strong&gt;Mouse&lt;/strong&gt;, essentially a psychopath who, the reader senses, would not hesitate to dispatch Easy were he to violate the loyalty he expects from him;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etta Mae&lt;/strong&gt;, Mouse’s wife and the woman that Easy has loved for many years;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson Blue&lt;/strong&gt;, a man of genius I.Q. who wastes much of his life on dangerous petty scams;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mofass&lt;/strong&gt;, Easy’s front man for his real estate holdings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Feather&lt;/strong&gt;, Easy’s adopted children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These, and others, help to draw us in and to understand the character and the world of Easy Rawlins. We quickly learn that it is a world in which issues and morality, unlike the racial divide, are never black and white. Mosley frequently challenges his readers with an ambiguity that never allows us to forget that these novels are much more than crime fiction. Lucky for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksnbytes.com/authors/mosley_walter.html"&gt;http://www.booksnbytes.com/authors/mosley_walter.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-4871488249407909660?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4871488249407909660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=4871488249407909660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/4871488249407909660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/4871488249407909660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/author-recommendation-4-walter-mosley.html' title='Author Recommendation #4 – Walter Mosley'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpuDJkF3w7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WHxPZmTvdgE/s72-c/mosley_walter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-8358862586108043717</id><published>2007-07-15T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:16:36.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james lee burke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detective novels'/><title type='text'>Author Recommendation #3 – James Lee Burke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpoYkUF3w6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CBJMBKfqms4/s1600-h/Burke.2jpg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087405741216088994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpoYkUF3w6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CBJMBKfqms4/s400/Burke.2jpg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third summer reading selection, James Lee Burke and his Dave Robicheaux series, is by far the darkest. As an author, Burke has all of the attributes of both Colin Dexter and Michael Connelly, but his explorations of character, informed by questions of good and evil and the pursuit of redemption, often make for some very dark excursions into the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Dexter and Connelly’s protagonists, Dave ages throughout the series; while originally a member of the New Orleans Police Department, for most of the novels he has been a detective in New Iberia Parish. His longtime friend and former partner, Cleetus Purcell, appears in most of the series, and while the latter is capable of some truly shocking and violent behaviour, his excesses are, in most ways, no greater than those of Robicheaux, something that Dave never seems to realize. Their kindred natures make it clear why their friendship has endured for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many losses and much pain in Dave’s life over the years. I have frequently thought his behaviour to be masochistic; he often brings trouble to himself and his family when it can so easily be avoided. However, I now realize he is partly motivated by an unquenchable thirst for justice, the achievement of which, I suspect, offers the hope of redemption for this deeply flawed character. Never are we more aware of the duality of human nature than when we experience Robicheaux’s character and world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with my other selections, I strongly advise that you read the novels sequentially in order to truly understand the character. I will give away only a few specific details by revealing that some of Dave’s spiritual and psychological problems stem from the fact that his mother abandoned him when he was young; in fact, she is the subject of one of the later books; as well, frequent references to experiences in Vietnam suggest that tragic misadventure as another source of his malaise. And then there is his ongoing battle with alcoholism, surely not unrelated to the aforementioned factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a mildly diverting reading experience, James Lee Burke will not provide it. In many ways, his themes and his writing approach literary status. Despite being a popular writer, he is not afraid to deal with some harsh truths that many of us may wish never to confront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in pursuing this author, please visit the following website for a bibliography of his work: &lt;a href="http://www.jamesleeburke.com/bibliography.html"&gt;http://www.jamesleeburke.com/bibliography.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won’t be disappointed with the work of James Lee Burke, but you may be profoundly disturbed by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-8358862586108043717?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8358862586108043717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=8358862586108043717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/8358862586108043717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/8358862586108043717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/author-recommendation-3-james-lee-burke.html' title='Author Recommendation #3 – James Lee Burke'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpoYkUF3w6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CBJMBKfqms4/s72-c/Burke.2jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-1201278401933723050</id><published>2007-07-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:17:49.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael connelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry bosch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detective novels'/><title type='text'>Author Recommendation #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpjoREF3w4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PcS2dymtaBA/s1600-h/connelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087071158968763266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpjoREF3w4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PcS2dymtaBA/s400/connelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next pick is American writer Michael Connelly. A former crime reporter for the L.A. Times, Connelly brings real authority to his writing about a netherworld that few of us, fortunately, will ever have contact with. Although he has written novels outside of the series, it is the Harry Bosch storylines where Connelly’s strengths are most apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Colin Dexter’s creation, Inspector Morse, Harry Bosch is a man who ages as the series progresses, even to the point where he takes early retirement only to find, after about 3 years, that life as a private citizen does not afford the grim satisfactions to be derived from solving homicides. He therefore returns to the force and, as of his latest literary outing, is still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the strengths I praised in Colin Dexter’s work (please see earlier posting), two more aspects make Connelly’s creation particularly strong for me: first, Harry has a deep sense of and yearning for justice, the genesis of which we learn over several novels, and second, in the pursuit of that justice, he often has to run afoul of his superiors who, more times than not, are depicted as rather craven political creatures, more concerned about the optics than the truth, forsaking principle for expedience, not unlike the ‘bosses’ I encountered during my career in teaching. His sympathies, I think, are always with the underdog, and almost all homicide victims are underdogs to Harry, since they can no longer speak for themselves; Bosch embraces the detective’s credo that he now must speak for them, giving them one final show of respect by demonstrating that their lives had meaning by solving the circumstances of their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his pursuit of justice Harry, like Inspector Morse, emerges as a flawed but very human character. He also frequently has to pay a high price for his ideals. I hope you enjoy his development as much as I have over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, please visit the following website that offers a Connelly bibliography: &lt;a href="http://www.authorsontheweb.com/features/lists/li-connelly-michael.asp"&gt;http://www.authorsontheweb.com/features/lists/li-connelly-michael.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-1201278401933723050?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1201278401933723050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=1201278401933723050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1201278401933723050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/1201278401933723050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/author-recommendation-2.html' title='Author Recommendation #2'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpjoREF3w4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PcS2dymtaBA/s72-c/connelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-5194186210007382340</id><published>2007-07-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:37:17.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspector morse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colin dexter'/><title type='text'>Author Recommendation #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpoUyEF3w5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4qCoA6heO94/s1600-h/cdexter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087401579392779154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpoUyEF3w5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4qCoA6heO94/s400/cdexter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of the recommendations that I’ll be making in the days ahead pertain to police procedurals and mysteries. The best of the genre offer intellectual challenge, well constructed plots, excellent characterization, and, in the case of an ongoing series, the opportunity for the reader to develop a real affection for the authors’ protagonists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first selection is Colin Dexter’s Inspector Morse series. Some of you may be familiar with the character through the films carried by PBS over the years. Although the film series is very good, with the late actor John Thaw very well cast as Morse, the books are superior, in the way that books always seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First recommended to me by Murray, an old teaching colleague, I was immediately captivated by the character of Morse whose first name, by the way, we only ascertain in the final book of the series, The Remorseful Day. (I won’t spoil it for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irascible, given to overindulgence in alcohol, and often both condescending and insulting to his subordinate Lewis, Morse would, with the avid mind of a crossword puzzle addict, relentlessly piece the clues together, often to only find that he was completely wrong! Rest assured, however, that he would ultimately solve the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Dexter achieved a type of character that is uncommon in my reading experience. First, as the years went by, Morse aged, unlike some of the seemingly eternal sleuths of popular fiction. As he aged, I think both his loneliness and estrangement from normal human relationships deepened. My suspicion was that his knowledge of human nature, derived from his many years as a police inspector, made it impossible for him to ever have a lasting relationship with a woman. In fact, his only friend throughout the entire series seemed to be the much abused Lewis who, with unfailing affection for his boss, would put up not only with Morse’s temperament, but also his seemingly endless capacity for sticking Lewis with the bar tab, (“I’m sorry Lewis, I seem to have forgotten my wallet. Do you mind?”) even though the latter only ever seemed to drink orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Inspector Morse, this very flawed, and therefore very human character, was someone I would greet as an old friend every second summer, as per Colin Dexter’s output. Sadly, it was after about 14 novels that he decided to end the series. It truly was a remorseful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below I have included a link to a Colin Dexter website, which lists the books in publication sequence. I strongly suggest that you start with the first novel, and work your way through them. You have many reading pleasures awaiting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/d/colin-dexter/"&gt;http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/d/colin-dexter/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-5194186210007382340?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5194186210007382340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=5194186210007382340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/5194186210007382340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/5194186210007382340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/author-recommendation-1.html' title='Author Recommendation #1'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9eYWBy4DE8/RpoUyEF3w5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4qCoA6heO94/s72-c/cdexter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221727233947953055.post-8815115697289488520</id><published>2007-07-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:44:19.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of this Book Blog</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my book blog, dedicated to everyone for whom life would have little meaning without access to the written word.  As a retired English teacher and lifelong avid reader,  my literary interests straddle the world of both the popular and what is considered the more ‘serious’ writer.  My posts will, I hope, reflect a variety of interests and tastes, and I look forward to hearing from readers on their reading experiences, as well as their reactions to some of my recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3221727233947953055-8815115697289488520?l=lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8815115697289488520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3221727233947953055&amp;postID=8815115697289488520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/8815115697289488520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3221727233947953055/posts/default/8815115697289488520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorne-wickspicks.blogspot.com/2007/07/purpose-of-this-book-blog.html' title='The Purpose of this Book Blog'/><author><name>Lorne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941640116474519550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
