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Truckin'...
Sep. 20th, 2010 05:31 pmThe day started with work arriving in the hopper, which has since been translated, though I've some formatting and despeckling to do. Otherwise, I've whittled the volume of work left in the current batch of The Big Edit™ down by half, and expect to be able to nail the rest tomorrow.
Amazon had a number of Kindle books available yesterday for just the right price ($0.00), albeit none of them were by authors I had ever heard of, and one or two might actually belong to the genre of "romance," which I last flirted with when my kids were as old as my grandkids are now.
In terms of dead wood books, during Galina and my jaunt last week to Durango, I bought a copy of Double Play, one of a shrinking pool of unread-by-me books written by Robert B. Parker. The book is fiction, based on real people, with something of a teenage memoir of Parker's thrown in from time to time.
The real people are, as far as I can tell, baseball's Jackie Robinson, who plays a central part in the story, and Brooklyn Dodgers manager Branch Rickey, who makes a couple of appearances. The fiction has to do with a quasi-Parkeresque hero ("quasi" because he goes through most of the book without what I view as the "standard Parker relationship tangle"), who accepts the job of being Robinson's bodyguard in the aftermath of Rickey having brought Robinson - a black man - into the lily-white major leagues in 1947.
I put the book back on the shelf when I first leafed through it, not sure how well Parker's talent and style would work outside the familiar (to me) corpus of Parker's mysteries featuring Spenser, Jesse Stone, and Sunny Randall. I was also leery of buying Parker's hardcovers at the time, as a number of then-recent Spenser novels seemed to me to be quite lightweight and not worth the premium hardcover price.
As it turns out, Double Play is a nice piece of work that combines Parker's well-hewn "honor among tough guys" and "redemption" themes into a well-told story.
It's time to wind down, as Mike is driving down from, um, Parker (Colorado) and we'll be eating dinner with him later.
Cheers...
Amazon had a number of Kindle books available yesterday for just the right price ($0.00), albeit none of them were by authors I had ever heard of, and one or two might actually belong to the genre of "romance," which I last flirted with when my kids were as old as my grandkids are now.
In terms of dead wood books, during Galina and my jaunt last week to Durango, I bought a copy of Double Play, one of a shrinking pool of unread-by-me books written by Robert B. Parker. The book is fiction, based on real people, with something of a teenage memoir of Parker's thrown in from time to time.
The real people are, as far as I can tell, baseball's Jackie Robinson, who plays a central part in the story, and Brooklyn Dodgers manager Branch Rickey, who makes a couple of appearances. The fiction has to do with a quasi-Parkeresque hero ("quasi" because he goes through most of the book without what I view as the "standard Parker relationship tangle"), who accepts the job of being Robinson's bodyguard in the aftermath of Rickey having brought Robinson - a black man - into the lily-white major leagues in 1947.
I put the book back on the shelf when I first leafed through it, not sure how well Parker's talent and style would work outside the familiar (to me) corpus of Parker's mysteries featuring Spenser, Jesse Stone, and Sunny Randall. I was also leery of buying Parker's hardcovers at the time, as a number of then-recent Spenser novels seemed to me to be quite lightweight and not worth the premium hardcover price.
As it turns out, Double Play is a nice piece of work that combines Parker's well-hewn "honor among tough guys" and "redemption" themes into a well-told story.
It's time to wind down, as Mike is driving down from, um, Parker (Colorado) and we'll be eating dinner with him later.
Cheers...
