Saturday, December 19, 2015

Loren Eaton's Holiday Drabbles

The Gift of the Magi

The stained glass window on the landing cracked during an autumn storm. The price for a new one was too dear so clear glass replaced it.
"Why don't you paint it for Christmas?" Veronica asked Tom. "The window looks  plain."
An hour later, Rudolph's nose magically lit the house. 
"My goodness!" Veronica said.
The next year, Tom painted Santa and they woke to a house laden with gifts.  
"None of it disappears," said Veronica in June. "Unless we scrub it off."  
 Scrub it off, Tom did. 
 The baby in the manger woke them up the next December. And did forevermore. 



For more drabbles, visit Loren Eaton right here.












Friday, December 18, 2015

Film Review: BROOKLYN

http://crimespreemag.com/film-review-brooklyn/

Friday's Forgotten Books, December 18, 2015

 I will be absent for the next three Fridays, returning on January 15th for Richard Prather week.  I have never read Richard Prather so it will be enlightening for me. 

Todd will collect whatever links there are. Thanks, Todd.  

Miami Blues, Charles Willeford  (from the archives)
 
Wow! I loved this book. I also loved Pickup but it's hard to believe it's the same author, even if many years separate the two novels. Pickup could have been written by William Kennedy. It barely feels like a crime novel-it's about down on their heels drunks, stumbling through life. It's heartbreaking, tragic.

Miami Blues could have been written yesterday by any of a bunch of current writers, except Willeford is better, making it impossible to put down. It's funny, scary and quick.Hoke Mosley is a compelling character and Miami never looked better (or worse).The movie doesn't do it justice.

AFTER THIS I WENT ON TO READ ALL OF THE HOKE MOSLEY NOVELS AND LOVED THEM ALL,.

Sergio Angelini, CASTLE SKULL, John Dickson Carr
Elgin Bleecker, SPIES OF THE BALKANS, Alan Furst
Brian Busby, KENNETH MILLAR/ROSS MACDONALD: A CHECKLIST, Mathew Brocoli
Bill Crider, PREVIEWS OF ENTERTAINMENT THROUGH JUNE 1952, Gilbert Seldes
Scott Cupp, HARRY O MORRIS, Harry O Morris
Curt Evans, Ianthe Jerrold Mysteries
Ed Gorman, VALDEZ IS COMING, Elmore Leonar; THE EVER-RUNNING MAN, Marcia Mueller
Jerry House, RALPH 124CN41+,  Hugo Gemsbach
Richard Horton, SOMEWHERE IN NEW ENGLAND, Alice Blythe
George Kelley, PENQUIN SCIENCE FICTION POSTCARDS
Margot Kinberg, WHITE HEAT, M.J. McGrath
Rob Kitchin, A SONG FROM DEAD LIPS, William Shaw
B.V. Lawson, GHOST OF A CHANCE, Kelly Roos
Steve Lewis, KILL HIM QUICKLY, IT'S RAINING, Michael Brett
Todd Mason, THE BEST HUMOR ANNUAL edited by Louis Untermeyer and Ralph E. Shikes THE BOOK OF WIT AND HUMOR #1 edited by Louis Untermeyer; CARTOON ANNUAL edited by Ralph E. Shikes
J.F. Norris, THE COORDINATOR, Andrew York
Matthew Paust, THE BEAST THAT SHOUTED AT THE HEART OF THE WORLD, Harlan Ellison
James Reasoner, LAST CALL FOR DOOMSDAY, Edmond Hamilton
Richard Robinson, A PERFECT MATCH, Jill McGown
Gerard Saylor, THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN, multiple authors
Kevin Tipples, DEAD SOLDIERS, Bill Crider
TomCat, THE FLOATING LADY MURDER, Daniel Shashower
TracyK, MOURNED ON SUNDAY, Helen Reilly
Westlake Review, NOBODY'S PERFECT, Donald Westlake
Zybahn, THE EMPTY HOURS, Ed McBain

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Wednesday Night Music


The Art of the Memoir, Mary Karr

My grandparents and me circa 1958
In her new book, THE ART OF THE MEMOIR, Karr says early on that she came from a family of story tellers. I did not. I cannot remember many stories at all. And when there was a story, it was often because it was forced on my parents. A visitor might say, "Remember when Elsie and Harry pushed his first wife out of the car." Or this admission, "Actually your Dad and I were separated for some time after the war."  I learned that when my brother found an insurance policy with the beneficiary changed.

But on the average day or year, I learned almost nothing about the early lives of my parents. Was it that they didn't find their lives interesting enough to recount? Were their childhoods unpleasant and they didn't want to relive them? Was talking about the past a waste of energy to them?

Although they were both on the quiet side, my mother liked to talk about politics and Hollywood gossip. My Dad--well, I can't remember him talking about anything other than the most ordinary things. Like the best way to get to Atlantic City. Or the price of an oil change. Or whether it was time to clean the kitchen fan. He worked long hours and we saw little of him except on Sunday.This was certainly not by choice. He was devoted to his family.

And most conversations in our house played out over the din of a TV. It was always on in both our house and my grandparents' house. My grandmother would put on a golf tournament rather than have dead air. The TV was on from the Today Show to the Tonight Show. So it wasn't that my mother or grandmother didn't like stories. They just didn't tell them.

Was yours a family of story tellers?
My parents in the fifties

My parents and my brother, Jeff. Early sixties

Us in 1954

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Tuesday Night Music


My Favorite Frank Sinatra movie: SOME CAME RUNNING



Frank was never better than when he was cynical, a little mean, and ultimately the wounded warrior. Shirley acted up a storm in this one too.  Great stuff.


What's yours?

Monday, December 14, 2015

Monday Night Music


About My Book: James Buccellato



Though detectives denied it, the Italian mafia was operating in Detroit as early as 1900, and the city was forever changed. Bootleggers controlled the Detroit River and created a national distribution network for illegal booze during Prohibition. Gangsters, cops and even celebrities fell victim to the violence. Some politicians and prominent businessmen like Henry Ford’s right-hand man, Harry Bennett, collaborated closely with the mafia, while others, such as popular radio host Gerald Buckley, fought back and lost their lives.


Some biographical info: 
James Buccellato is a senior lecturer of political science in the Irvin D. Reid Honors College at Wayne State University. His new book, Early Organized Crime in Detroit: Vice, Corruption and the Rise of the Mafia, will be released on The History Press on Nov.30. The book explores Detroit’s struggle with gang violence, public corruption and the politics of vice during the tumultuous first half of the 20th century and includes rarely published images from the era.

An interview with Jimmy can be found here. (Hopefully) 

Jimmy was one of Phil's very best students. He earned a Ph.D. in political theory/American Government. On top of that, he is the sweetest young man you will ever meet and an excellent teacher. Here's hoping his career and this book are wildly successful. 

Friday, December 11, 2015

Friday Night Music: So This Is Christmas.


Friday's Forgotten Books, December 11, 2015

(From the archives)

Jared Case is a graduate of The L. Jeffrey Selznick School of Film Preservation and the Head of Cataloging for the motion picture collection of the George Eastman House in Rochester, NY. He is the curator of the film noir series that runs in January and February at the Dryden Theater

DIE DREAMING, Terence Faherty

Owen Keane is the perfect example of a character that illuminates the prosaic by highlighting the idiosyncratic. His background is like no other: On a religious retreat between his junior and senior years in high school he came across a boy who claimed he could talk to God. When this claim was proven a deceit, his faiths were shaken: his faith in God, his faith in Man, and his faith in The Truth. This event was never far from him, and his crises of faith were internalized, affecting his belief in God, his belief in himself, and his belief in his ability to find the truth. Hoping to tackle all of these crises simultaneously, he abandoned Mary, the woman who would be the love of his life, and entered the seminary. When his failure at the seminary coincided with Mary’s abandonment of him for his college roommate, Harold Ohlman, Owen began to wander, doing odd menial jobs, and ending up in a liquor store. In a fit of pique, he attended his tenth high school reunion under the guise of a private investigator, and Owen Keane, the amateur detective was born.
This backstory is specific enough to be unique, and yet the sum is the same for many of us. Our lives have been an accumulation of events that led us to question the world around us. And to this end, Owen Keane has many of the same investigative tools we all do. As a fan mystery fiction and mystery film, Owen has been indoctrinated into all the tropes and clichés of the detective’s process. His experience is our experience as he references Dashiell Hammett, or Nero Wolfe, or Double Indemnity. This makes him acutely self-aware of his place in the genealogy of detective fiction, but the broad shoulders he stands on don’t prevent him from jumping to the wrong conclusion or following a lead because he hopes it to be true. His failings are our failings, even as his cynical, self-deprecating exterior belies an underlying belief in the goodness of men and women, and the belief that he will be able to effect positive change through the search for truth.
In fact, his currency is truth. Rarely does he get paid for his services, and even then it only covers expenses. But if he can uncover the truth, not necessarily for himself, and not even necessarily for the victim, it adds to a growing tapestry of truth, something that he can point to as a basis for a belief in his ability to find the truth, which supports a belief in himself and in mankind, which holds up the possibility of a belief in the existence and effectiveness of God, despite the fact that faith requires neither proof nor support. Yet this is what drives him to toil in the long shadows of Sam Spade, Nick Charles and Travis McGee.
DIE DREAMING, the fourth book in Terence Faherty’s “Owen Keane” series, is perhaps the best, taking this mystery-fan/faith-in-crisis context and grafting it onto a mystery story that inverts the mystery story expectation of beginning-middle-end. Owen Keane, 28 and feeling a bit of a failure, decides to play a self-deprecating joke on his high school classmates, The Sorrowers, by running an ad for the Owen Keane Detective Agency in the 10th reunion program. But one of The Sorrowers is a jokester herself and sets up a fake mystery to lure Owen into an embarrassing situation. Owen falls for the ruse, but is saved by another classmate. In the meantime, however, a true mystery surfaces when loose lips mention an event that was suppressed 10 years ago and that tied The Sorrowers together in a code of secrecy. Owen’s investigation stumbles along, following false leads and shaky assumptions, but his dogged determination does eventually reveal the truth. It also reveals that there are as many victims as perpetrators, and in the end Owen decides that the truth, now discovered, is sometimes better left buried.
This decision comes into question 10 years later when one of The Sorrowers turns up dead. Owen must come to terms with his responsibility in the death and determine whether the truth did come out, and if someone would kill to keep it hidden. His investigation takes him back to his hometown and his 20th high school reunion. He starts to look at The Sorrowers and the mysterious event that took place 20 years ago, but he has to take into account the changes that have taken place in the last 10 years, when the end of his last investigation became the beginning of this new crime. He discovers that relationships are even more complex than they appeared, and that crimes can have implications generations removed from the original event itself.
There is no better feeling than finding a piece of art that resonates with you, unless you get to share that discovery with someone else. Terence Faherty and Owen Keane were such a discovery for me, and I hope that, by sharing the discovery with you, they will pass from the realms of the forgotten.


Sergio Angelini, THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR, Lionel White
Yvette Banek, THE HOG'S BACK MYSTERY, Freeman Wills Croft
Les Blatt, STOCKING STUFFERS
Brian Busby, THE YEAR'S BEST BOOKS IN REVIEW
Bill Crider, CUT ME IN, Ed McBain
Scott Cupp, THE FACE IN THE FROST, John Bellairs 
Martin Edwards, THE NURSING HOME MURDER, Ngaio Marsh
Charles Gramlich, THE FIRST FIVE PARKER NOVELS 
Rick Horton, Ace Double: Rocannon's World, by Ursula K. Le Guin/The Kar-Chee Reign, by Avram Davidson
Jerry House, THE MURDER OF ANN AVERY, Henry Kuttner

George Kelley,  THE SUPERGIRLS: FASHION, FEMINISM, FANTASY, AND THE HISTORY OF COMIC BOOK HEROINES By Mike Madrid
Margot Kinberg, BLUE MONDAY, Nicci French 
Rob Kitchin, Lennox, Craig Russell 
Kate Laity, HIGHSMITH: A ROMANCE OF THE 1950s, Marijane Meeker
B.V. Lawson, A WOMAN ON THE EDGE, Elizabeth George 
Steve Lewis, TIME GONE BY, William Heffernan 
Todd Mason, 1965, the short fiction annuals 
J.F. Norris, DEATH GOES TO SCHOOL, Q. Patrick
Matt Paust, A CANTICLE FOR LEIBOWITZ, Walter M. Miller 
James Reasoner, QUEEN OF THE MARTIAN CATACOMBS, Leigh Brackett
Richard Robinson, SPIKE OF SWIFT RIVER, Jack O'Brien
Kerrie Smith, PENGUIN POOL MURDERS, Stuart Palmer 
Kevin Tipple, SHIFTING IS FOR THE GOYIM, Elizabeth Zelvin
TomCat, WHAT DREAD HAND, Christiana Brand
TrackK, SEASONS OF SNOW AND SINS, Patricia Moyes 
Westlake Review, ORDO, Donald Westlake
Zybahn, A COLD DAY IN PARADISE, Steve Hamilton

Wednesday, December 09, 2015

What is your favorite book you read or reviewed on FFB this year?

Not exactly a forgotten book since C.J. Box's BLUE HEAVEN won the Edgar in 2009. But I have been meaning to read it and since I did, here is my review. This is a masterful book that manages to tell a fairly complex story in a completely lucid way. There is no fat in the story. It takes place over 48 hours and you can feel those hours ticking by at breakneck speed.
Two kids in northern Idaho watch the murder of a man, see that they've been spotted and are immediately on the run. They are lucky enough to find themselves in the barn of Jess Rawlins, a rancher who is one of the few good men left in his neck of the woods. He is also a hardluck guy who has lost almost everything. But Jess must hide the kids, figure out if their story is true, and determine just who the murderers are and why. Can he trust that what they think they saw really happened. And is it fair to keep the kids away from their worrying mother.
Blue Heaven is a term for the part of northern Idaho that is now a haven for ex-policeman. And some of those ex-policemen have taken over Jess's town for their own purposes. The is an exciting read and a nice introduction to this part of the country. Not a false step in the story and Box creates great villains and great heroes. Not an easy thing to do.Here's mine:

Tuesday, December 08, 2015

Tuesday Night Music


Tuesday Forgotten Movies: CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT



Barbara plays a food writer who is supposedly a farm wife when actually she is a single New Yorker. When her editor sends her a hungry sailor, trouble ensues. This is a most enjoyable Christmas movie despite the male lead being played by Dennis Morgan who is not Stanwyck's equal. She never did get the best leading men of her era though. I think Hollywood thought she was too much a leading man herself. One of my favorite holidays movies.


Monday, December 07, 2015

Monday Night Music


Favorite TV Shows of 2015

There is no doubt my TV watching has changed over the last decade. I barely know what shows are on the networks any longer. I might be missing something great, but there is just too much to watch to keep up with all of it. BLACKISH is one of my network exceptions. So too THE GOOD WIFE.

MODERN FAMILY, like BIG BANG, a show I liked a few years back, is a shuffle the deck show  now. Any episode is like any other episode. They do fine with their audience so why change? Knowing they have to pick single episodes for awards makes me wonder how do they do it?

At any rate, these are the TV shows I enjoyed most in 2015, They are in no special order.

 FARGO
 LOUIE
TRANSPARENT
 ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK
 THE GOOD WIFE
 BLACKISH
 THE LEFTOVERS
 THE AFFAIR
 MAD MEN
 RECTIFY
 BETTER CALL SAUL
 LONGMIRE

What am I missing? 

Friday, December 04, 2015

Friday Night Music


Friday's Forgotten Books, December 4, 2015

 I will not be posting FFB on 12/25, 1/1 or 1/8. We can all take some time off unless someone wants to do it. 

SPREE by Max Allan Collins, reviewed by Ed Gorman.

Ed here: I'm such an Al Collins fan that it's impossible for me to choose a favorite. But this may be it or at least is very close. Character, plot and writing impeccable. Read it to enjoy and writers read it to learn. It's a hardboiled masterpiece.

This is my favorite of Collins' Nolan series. Formerly a man associated with the mob, though reluctantly, now trying to go straight with a restaurant in the Quad Cities on the Mississippi River. Things are going along nicely until Cole Comfort and his dim son catch up with him. They hold him responsible for some of their serious bad luck.

To fully appreciate Cole you have reach back to William Falkner and Erskine Caldwell. Outwardly he's something of a hayseed, right down to his flannel shirts and bib overalls. But he's hard to peg, as one of his early victims learns. She wonders about a man who says "ain't" then a few sentences later uses the word "conduit." Go figure.

Cole Comfort is one of the great bad guys of hardboiled fiction. A man who has used his family to help him run every kind of scam, con and robbery you see on those WANTED posters in the post office. And not a sentimentalist. Oh, no. If he has to lose a loved one in the process of getting what he wants so be it.

Son Lyle is a twenty-three year old pretty boy who is in effect his father's robot. He doesn't want to kill anybody but just as the book opens he's about to off his sixth victim. He has flashes of remorse but they don't last longer than any of his other thoughts, around thirty seconds.

In broad-stroke the story is a confrontation between Nolan and the Comforts. They are nasty sumbitches and make some of the mob men who tried to kill Nolan years earlier seem like nice guys.

What makes the book memorable is its successful balance of hard boiled suspense and wit. No easy task. Nolan is just detached enough to function as a mercenary when he goes after the Comforts for kidnapping his woman (Collins partially modeled him after Lee Van Cleef) but believable enough to really care about her. Collins' description of their relationship is winning and unique.

But the Comforts take the book. Loathsome as they are--Cole is a combination of Bubba and Richard Speck--you can't look away no matter how grotesque they become. Most of the Comfort scenes have me smiling all the way through. Several have me laughing out loud.

Spree is pure twisty pleasure and a major book in Collins' career.

 (from the archives) 
from Richard Godwin, HUNGER, Knut Hamsum 


KNUT HAMSUN’S HUNGER. I remember talking about ‘Hunger’ by Knut Hamsun many years ago with a friend in a smoke-filled London pub. It’s a great novel. You can stick whatever label you want on it, it fits existentialism, post modernism, noir, surrealism and the point is it’s a story that is totally compelling. Labels are for soup tins.

Pan published it in the UK, among a treasure trove of great authors when writing still made sense in Britain. It yawned into a golden gap filled with brilliant old and new novelists before the door was shut by some politically correct agenda. Hamsun, a Norwegian novelist, August 4th, 1859 – February 19, 1952, won the Nobel Prize for literature. He stepped over the edge and kept on walking. He is iconoclastic, irreverent, and utterly inspired by whatever dark gods trespass on our soul in the midnight hour.

The protagonist of ‘Hunger’, which is told in the first person, is an unnamed vagrant with intellectual le
anings. It is the intense story of a starving writer living in Christiana. We’re in the great Scandinavian tradition of relentless exposure It was written after Hamsun made an ill-fated tour of America, and based on his own impoverished life before his breakthrough in 1890. It takes place in the late nineteenth century and narrates the delusionary existence of a starving young man on the dark side of a modern metropolis. It has tones of Dostoyevsky and Kafka, Genet and Zola.

The protagonist tries to maintain a veneer of respectability while he decays. He refuses to pursue a professional career,
seeing it as unfit for his abilities and descends into starvation. I remember reading the opening lines: ‘’It was during the time I wandered about and starved in Christiania: Christiania, this singular city, from which no man departs without carrying away the traces of his sojourn the re.’’ Hamsun’s themes are alienation and the inescapability of the physical condition. As the protagonist’s hunger intensifies his hallucinations become more intense. ‘’I raise myself up in bed and fling out my arms. My nervous condition has got the upper hand of me, and nothing availed, no matter how much I tried to work against it. There I sat, a prey to the most singular fantasies, listening to myself crooning lullabies, sweating with the exertion of striving to hush myself to rest. I peered into the gloom, and I never in all the days of my life felt such darkness.

There was no doubt that I found myself here, in face of a peculiar kind of darkness; a desperate element to which no one had hitherto paid attention. The most ludicrous thoughts busied me, and everything made me afraid. A little hole in the wall at the head of my bed occupies me greatly--a nail hole. I find the marks in the wall--I feel it, blow into it, and try to guess its depth. That was no innocent hole--not at all. It was a downright intricate and mysterious hole, which I must guard against! Possessed by the thought of this hole, entirely beside myself with curiosity and fear, I get out of bed and seize hold of my penknife in order to gauge its depth, and convince myself that it does not reach right into the next wall.’’ This really does deserv
ed to be read
.


Sergio Angelini, WHO IS SIMON WARWICK? Patricia Moyes
Yvette Banek, FOUR BY HARE, Cyril Hare
Joe Barone, FIVE FORGOTTEN BOOKS 
Les Blatt, A BOOK OF THE DEAD, Elizabeth Daly
Brian Busby, THE ADVENTURES OF JIMMY DALE, Frank Packard
Bill Crider, THE SIXPENNY DAME, Eaton K. Goldthwaite
Martin Edwards, DOCUMENTARY EVIDENCE, Robertson Halkett
Curt Evans, GRINDLE NIGHTMARE, Q. Patrick
Ed Gorman, THE KILLER, Wade Miller
Rick Horton, THE DAMNATION OF THERON WARE, Harold Frederic
Jerry House. THE MARVELOUS LAND OF OZ. L. Frank Baum
George Kelley, ELLISON WONDERLAND, Harlan Ellison
Margot Kinberg, A DEATH IN BRESLAU, Marek Krajewski
Rob Kitchin, INSTANT ENEMY, Ross Macdonald
B.V. Lawson, HABIT OF FEAR, Dorothy Salisbury Davis
Steve Lewis/David Vineyard, A THOUSAND FALLING CROWS, Larry Sweazy
Todd Mason, FFB redux: Ed Gorman guest post: LEARNING TO KILL by Evan Hunter as Ed McBain; Mason on HRF Keating: CRIME & MYSTERY: THE 100 BEST BOOKS; Lupoff & Thompson, eds.: ALL IN COLOR FOR A DIME; Peter Nicholls, ed. SCIENCE FICTION AT LARGE
J.F. Norris, BLEEDING HOOKS, Harriet Rutland
Matt Paust, SOME CAME RUNNING, James Jones
James Reasoner, A HAVEN FOR THE DAMNED, Harry Whittington
Richard Robinson,MURDER ON ICE, Ted Wood
Gerard Saylor, GHOST ROAD BLUES, Jonathan Mayberry
Kevin Tipple/Barry Ergang, THE FALA FACTOR, Stuart M. Kaminsky
TomCat, ENVIOUS CASCA, Georgett Heyer
TracyK, THE ICE HARVEST, Scott Phillips

Thursday, December 03, 2015

Thursday Night Music


Phil's Xmas Artwork














These are wall-sized windows. Hard to get the picture clear enough but Phil made my day.

Wednesday, December 02, 2015

Wednesday Night Music


First Wednesday Book Review Club




Brooklyn, Colm Toibin

This is a very fine novel that I was resistant to reading for a long time. It sat on my shelf despite the urging of several friends who loved it. But after seeing the movie, I wanted to read the book. And I am glad that I did. 
There are no jobs to be had in Eilis Lacey's hometown in Ireland. Reluctantly she sets sail for New York where a priest has secured her a job and place to live. She is nearly overwhelmed by homesickness--and I don't think I ever read such a great description of it--but eventually settles into her new life and finds a beau. A sudden death calls her home again and she must decide where her future lies.
What makes this novel work so well is how much inside the head of his character Toibin gets. And I am truly amazed at how well he does a female voice. And how well he seems to understand how a girl feels about a multitude of issues.
Eilis is utterly believable as a very nice girl with very nice friends and a very nice family. The descriptions of Brooklyn life in the fifties are terrific. 
If I found one flaw in the book, it would be there was so little conflict or strife for Eilis. I am sure an immigrant coming here with no friends of family to succor them would find life a lot harder. And the ending is perhaps too swift.
But this is a small flaw in a wonderful novel.  


For more review, check with Barrie Summy right here.  

Tuesday, December 01, 2015

Forgotten Movies: Starting Out in the Evening


This was a terrific movie that beautifully evoked the life of a writer. Great performance by Frank Langella, too. Lauren Abrose plays the graduate student who's interested in his work.
Nuanced, interesting, persuasive. I'd give it a A-.

But the movie raises a subject I think about a lot. Passion for a novel. It's been a long time since I have passionately loved a novel. Maybe it's a function of youth--to be able to throw yourself into a book that way. The books I have loved were all read in my teens and twenties--Revolutionary Road, Look Homeward Angel, the early novels of Anne Tyler. The novels of the Canadian Margaret Lawrence, The Great Gatsby and many more. The movie actually raises this issue: a young woman prefers the writer's early works which were about his characters; an older reader liked his later work, which was about issues.
Have you read a book recently you're passionate about? Has that sort of book disappeared or is it my youth that has? Do we reach an age when passion is harder to come by?