THE BOYS IN THE BOAT: NINE AMERICANS AND THEIR EPIC QUEST FOR GOLD AT THE 1936 BERLIN OLYMPICS. A book about rowing? Seems improbable that anyone could make it a page turner but David James Brown succeeded.
From the archives
Been watching the scary DEAR CHILD on Netflix (German). Also watched Eric Rohmer's TALES OF AUTUMN. Still looking for a long series to get me through winter. Gave up on ER and GREY'S ANATOMY. Maybe I will rewatch THE SOPRANOS but I don't know if I want to enter his world again.
Picked up the new Kate Atkinson's story collection and the new Angie Kim, HAPPINESS FALLS. Still working on my book club book, but Tuesday is the day.
Went to Senior Day at the Detroit Zoo this week. Also listened to a Jazz Group practice at the Senior Center.
I get my shots on the 28th. Wish it were sooner so I didn't have to wear a mask to a play next Sunday.
What about you?
(review by Ed Gorman)
THE INNOCENT MRS. DUFF, Elizabeth Sanxay Holding
For
some reason, much as I've pushed her, I'd never read THE INNOCENT
MRS. DUFF by Elizabeth Sanxay Holding. It is remarkable in many ways,
not least because the protagonist, Jacob Duff is drunk for virtually
the entire novel. And we see 95% of the book through his eyes.
Functionally drunk for most of it but also falling-down drunk in
places. Holding's genius was to sustain a sense of
dread that I
don't think even Ruth Rendell has equaled. There are times in her
novels when I have to put the book down for a few minutes. They are that
claustrophobic in mood and action.
That's the first remarkable
aspect of the book. The second remarkable aspect is that we see the
book through the eyes of one of the most arrogant, self-involved, cold
and self-deluded men I've ever encountered in fiction of any kind. I
hated the bastard so
much--I'm not enamored of the upper-classes,
alas, and Duff embodies everything I loathe about them--I almost gave
up after chapter three. I wasn't sure I wanted to learn anything more
about this jerk,
But Holding has the voodoo, at least for me.
She makes me turn pages faster than any best-seller because what you're
rushing to discover is the secrets of her people not just plot turns.
All the good folks in
this one are women, especially Duff's younger,
beautiful and very decent wife. He constantly compares her unfavorably
to his first wife, though we soon learn that he didn't care much for
his first wife, either. At
age forty he's still looking for his dream woman. God have mercy on her soul if he ever finds her.
As
always with Holding, as with much of Poe, what we have is not so much a
plot (though she's as good as Christie) as a phantasmagoria of
despair, distrust and suspicion that consumes the protagonist. Is his
wife
cheating on him? Is she setting up his death so she'll inherit his
estate? Is she turning his young son against him? Has his wealthy aunt,
his life-long mentor and mother confessor, taken the side of his young
wife?
Has his drinking disgraced him in his small town and are all those
smirks aimed at him? And finally, is he a murderer? And why does he have
to sneak around these days to drink?
If you're curious about
Holding, this is a good place to start. Anthony Boucher always said that
she was the mother of all psychological suspense novelists. What's
interesting is how few, fifty-some years after her death, have come
close to equaling her enormous powers. Not for nothing did Raymond
Chandler call her the best suspense novelist of his generation
This is a somewhat familiar setup-a man seems to be disposing of his wife's body and his neighbors are more than a little interested. They are at his elbow from start to finish. What makes it work so well is how great and natural the dialogue is-and it's almost all dialog. The ending is somewhat of a twist but it really hangs together on the development of the characters and that Pronizini makes them so realistic. A real master.
How about those Lions!!! Maybe this is our year.
A lot of cloudy weather. Since it so cloudy in Detroit from November to March, I really hate it when this happens earlier. The temperature is nice though. Some lunches and dinners with friends but nothing at the movies to see. Hoping the new Poirot opens and gets good reviews.
A friend and I went to a couple of plant nurseries on Saturday and at one of them a wedding was about to begin. The groom wore a bright blue tuxedo with brown shoes, which we thought unusual. Black, right? But apparently that's a new trend. The bride was completely traditional. Having a wedding at a nursery seemed odd-it was in the greenhouse, which was fairly dirty because of the leaves blowing in. But it was also sort of nice for a September wedding.
What month did you marry in and was there anything unusual in your outfits? I think my brother had a maroon tux or maybe it was just the cummerbund. Or maybe that was a prom tux. I would check on it but it's on a top shelf in a closet.
Mine was dead normal except I wore a short gown. Megan did also thirty years later.
This was January in Philadelphia, a beautiful day.Watching THE SECRET SHE KEEPS, based on a Michael Robotham novel. It's on Prime. Also the PBS Sunday night fare. Contemplating watching HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER since I am listening to Viola Davis' memoir. Boy, can she read it well.
Still struggling with this book club book. So well written but boy it moves slowly. I think anything I have to read I struggle with. Listening to lots of podcasts as I walk and ride the bike. My PT guy came to the gym in my bldg and worked out a routine for me since I am out of therapy now. A new fun one is TEAM DEAKINS, which interviews film people. I will finally learn what a best boy does.
So what's new with you?