Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Short Story Wednesday: "The Ballad of Timothy Touchett" from TABLE FOR TWO, Amor Towles

Towles is the author of one of my favorite books, A GENTLEMAN IN MOSCOW. He also wrote THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY more recently. 

This is a collection of stories and "The Ballad of Timothy Touchett" is one of them.
It can be hard to sum up a story that has a crime in it without giving too much away. Not that this story depends on its finale because it mostly relies on the characters and the writing.  A young man with the desire to be a famous writer is hired to work in a small bookstore. His employer figures out how to make good use of his particular skills, and it works out for both of them for a while. The ending, handed over to the police, lacked the charm of what went before it but not enough to ruin it.  There is one very nice touch before the denouement. 

TracyK

George Kelley 

Kevin Tipple 

Neer

Monday, September 09, 2024

Monday, Monday


 Pretty nice weather here. But it looks to turn hot this week. 

Saw MEMPHIS today. It was a great local production: great voices, costumes, music but the plot relies on a romance to carry the second half. 

I saw a great documentary on Arthur Miller (ARTHUR MILLER: WRITER) on Max, made by his daughter, Rebecca in 2017. Other than Shakespeare I have seen more of his plays than any other writer. At least ten of them and several more than once. I am sure Jeff can beat that. The doc did remind me that Miller institutionalized his Downs Syndrome son in the Sixties. It seems rather late to still be doing that. But I have come to the point where I don't judge the artist, just his work because so many of us are flawed in some way. Killers, child porn afficiandos and rapists are excepted from my tolerance though.

Also a good doc on the artist Alice Neal. Went to a lecture on the portrayal of America in art where I saw some of her work and got interested. Also went to a lecture on Mayan Civilization. What would I do without our Senior center, which has lectures, trips, music, classes, groups. etc five days a week. I am always looking to expand my network of friends as every article tells me I must do to avoid crushing loneliness. Of course, I never thought of this when I had Phil.

Watching PACHINKO, which is terrific. Also TROPPO on Prime, ENGLISH TEACHER on Hulu. 

My first haibun is up in DRIFTING SANDS latest online issue. #28. I have two more accepted in other journals. There are not many outlets for haiku but the ones that exist publish a lot of writers. I am trying to work my way out of confessional work, but nature is not my strong point, having always lived in cities and visited cities. I know haiku is not my strongest suit either but I lack the focus for writing novels. I am worried I will soon lack the focus for reading them, which has happened to a few of my friends.

Started THE HORSE by Willie Vlautin. I have liked all of his novels, especially LEAN ON PETE. GOD OF THE WOODS was pretty good although it seems like a few of the many, many characters were expendable. And a few less red herrings might be a good idea too. 

Very worried about the election. Those of you in CA or NYC don't know what it's like in the heartland. I think Kamala needs to take more interviews and do less rallies. The people who turn up at rallies are not swing voters. She's not going to win if she doesn't answer more questions and answer them better than saying on her first day in office she will make a salad. Jeez. Her opponent is completely bonkers now. Why don't these MAGA people see it? And why doesn't Bush speak up? So much is riding on the debate. I will probably follow the NYT coverage online rather than watch it. Yes, I am a coward. 

Hope the Lions did better than U of M.

What are you up to?


Friday, September 06, 2024

FFB: DEATH OF A CITIZEN, Donald Hamilton

 




Stephen D. Rogers:From the archives

Donald Hamilton's DEATH OF A CITIZEN changed my life.

I was brought up to be polite and courteous, to put others first, and -- if I had nothing good to say -- to say nothing at all.

Then, as a young teen, I opened DEATH OF A CITIZEN. Read it, flipped it over, and read it again. And again.

Matt Helm was a no-nonsense protagonist who thought for himself and did what needed to be done. If he was polite and courteous, he was polite and courteous because he'd decided to be, not because someone else how told him how to behave.

Some may say I'm splitting hairs here, but DEATH OF A CITIZEN taught me not only self-awareness but self-determination.

Sure, Helm killed people, but nobody's perfect.

No book is perfect. DEATH OF A CITIZEN comes very close.

Take the following exchange. Helm and his ex-lover Tina are traveling together. Teasing has lead to a game of tag, and the longer-legged Helm eventually brings her down.

"'Old,' she jeered, still lying there. 'Old and fat and slow. Helm the human vegetable. Help me up, turnip.'"

It's funny and it's fitting and it's a damn fine piece of writing. I've read the book dozens of times and still continue to be blow away by that paragraph.

As a bit of background, Tina and Helm (or Eric, as he was known at the time) worked together during the war as government assassins. He gets out once Germany is defeated, marries, and leads a normal life until Tina reappears.

Donald Hamilton delivers on multiple levels. Not only does he create entertaining plots, and write them well, he provides a rich array of three-dimensional characters.

Take, for example, what happens when Helm borrows a car, rushing home to save his daughter who's been kidnapped by Tina and her partner Frank.

"It was the ugliest damn hunk of automotive machine I'd ever had the misfortune to be associated with...

"[The gas attendant thinks differently.] 'That's quite a car you've got there. I tell you ... when they can get something real sharp made right here in America.'

"Well, it's all a matter of taste, I guess."

Helm might be his own person, but he understands and accepts that his way is not the only way. That's as rare in books as it is in real life.

One finds murder, kidnapping, and torture within DEATH OF A CITIZEN. The disembowelment of a pet cat. And yet, one finds the following passage while Helm waits for a female guest to leave Frank's hotel room.

"...the tartier the girl, strangely enough, the longer the skirt. You'd think it would be the other way around.

"This one was pretty well hobbled."

And after the woman leaves, and Helm follows Frank out of the hotel and under a nearby bridge:

"There were a couple of cars going past overhead. It was a good a time as any. I took out the gun and shot him five times in the chest."

Only later does Helm explain that Frank was too big and unimaginative to be made to talk. Killing Frank at least took him out of the equation, freeing Helm to concentrate on Tina.

"She licked her lips. 'Better men than you have tried to make me talk, Eric.'

"I said, 'This doesn't take better men, sweetheart. This takes worse men. And at the moment, with my kid in danger, I'm just about as bad as they come."

Between 1960 (DEATH OF A CITIZEN) and 1993 (THE DAMAGERS), Matt Helm appeared in 27 books. Donald Hamilton died in late 2006. He was just about as good as they came.

Wednesday, September 04, 2024

CRIME FICTION FOR HARRIS. 9/18/24 8:00 PM

 


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Short Story Wednesday: YOU THINK IT, I'LL SAY IT, Curtis Sittenfeld


 In the many years I have been reading short stories, one of the most common scenarios is that of a character at a conference and the sex with another attendee that ensues. This is probably because most short story writers (or novelists) attend conferences on their own and have the opportunity to engage in this activity or at least to observe it in others. The first story in this collection uses this theme. But the second, the title story, also about infidelity, has a more novel theme. What if a character mistakes clever party banter between two people as something more. How humiliating does the response to her overture have to be before "she" gets it. Sittenfeld is a very clever writer (and I have enjoyed three of her novels) although I am hoping not all of these stories are about extramarital affairs. Death or sex themes seem to be very common.

A story I read in THE NEW YORKER by Sigrid Nunez also trod this ground. I would like a percentage on how many short stories have this theme. I am betting over 50% either as its main subject or as a secondary one. What do you think? Probably short stories in genres are less dependent on it.  

George Kelley

TracyK 

Kevin Tipple 

Neer

Monday, September 02, 2024

Monday, Monday

Saw a very good documentary HOW TO COME ALIVE WITH NORMAL MAILER. Great footage, photos and commentary by his wives, children, contemporaries. It may have been a bit too sympathetic, but boy where is this sort of comment on society hiding today. We have a lot of political discourse, but lots of other subjects have been left behind. 

Watched THE NARROW MARGIN (thanks, Tracy), and BURY MY ASHES AT BERGDORF GOODMANs. 

Reading the short story collection by Curtis Sittenfeld, Jeff mentioned last week and also GOD OF THE WOODS (Liz Moore). 

Enjoying PACHINKO and BAD MONKEY. 

Beautiful day today.

What about you?


Friday, August 30, 2024

FFB:THE KISSED CORPSE, Asa Baker

( archives: from Randy Johnson)

Reading Forgotten Books: Sort Of: The Kissed Corpse

12-16-2012 2;38;35 PMTechnically, THE KISSED CORPSE by Asa Baker (Brett Halliday) is not a forgotten book. James Reasoner posted about the previous book here, Mum’s The Word For Murder, and mentions this book as coming out the next year, 1939. I traced down that one and posted on it here. I enjoyed it which led to me tracking down this second and final volume of the adventures of writer Asa Baker and police officer Jerry Burke.

Asa Baker knew he’d made a mistake calling the neighbor, Leslie Young, to borrow binoculars to check the flashing lights across the canyon. He barely knew the man, as he was using friend Jerry Burke’s cabin for the weekend to get some writing done. When he looked across the canyon, where the estate of oil baron Raymond Dwight sat, he spotted the great man looking through a telescope off to one side. When he follows the line of sight of the telescope, he spots Young’s wife sunbathing.

With Young standing beside him!

When Young demands to see, then goes stomping off, riding away on the horse on which he’d arrived, Baker smelled trouble.

Trouble was confirmed later when out walking Nip and Tuck, his two Scottie pups, they lead him up to a body off the edge of the Dwight estate. It’s the neighbor, Young, his horse tied to a tree nearby. Tire tracks from a recent car pulling out were in the dust.

What was unusual were the bright red lips,shaped like a female, covering his own and a double-barred cross in lipstick painted on his cheek.

Burke is called in and a note is found on the body, from a Michaela O’Toole inviting him to a meeting in Mexico that very night and beside the name was the same double-barred cross. The widow seems unconcerned about the death, though telling of a phone call from a woman warning Young away from that meeting.

Burke and Baker cook up a scheme where Baker takes the note and goes to the meeting, the idea being to find out maybe a connection to the murder. Along the way, Baker picks up a young woman, Laura Yates, heading there as well. They arrive and meet Michaela O’Toole just long enough for Laura to queer the deal by revealing that Asa wasn’t Young and the Mexican police to arrest them for murdering the dead man.

Things get confusing as the pair investigate. Dwight’s oil holdings, along with all other foreign businesses had been expropriated by the Mexican government. Dwight had a government diplomat at his home with a scheme to get his leases back, never mind anybody else. Young, a man with communist sympathies(remember this was ’39 before Commies became the big bad boogeymen), opposed him. And Young’s widow seemed to be having an affair with Dwight. Laura keeps sticking her nose in.

What’s going on? Another murder happens and a small double-barred cross is found clutched in the hand.

What is the meaning of the cross? Baker researches and learns of a Mayan cult that uses it. What has it to do with oil leases and murders?

A satisfying mystery. As the book went on, I began to get an idea of the murderer, but not the motivations. I like this early Davis Dresser novel, published the same year as his first Mike Shayne novel.

The book I have is a paperback and a strange one at that. It’s digest size, but constructed like a magazine. News print(down to those small holes in the outer edges of the pages) and a flimsy cover, there are sixty four pages folded over and secured with two metal staples(now rusty). Otherwise it’s like a regular book with lines running across the pages instead of double columns like magazines.

 

George Kelley 

Jerry House

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Curtis Sittenfeld v AI

 https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/20/opinion/beach-read-ai.html

 

At the end, CS lists what she did to make her story work. I bet most people who assume, she sat down and wrote it with little prep. The computer spent 17 seconds. 

Short Story Wednesday: "Greenleaf" Flannery O'Connor

 


 This is a story selected by John Updike in his Best Stories of the 20th Century collection.

Mrs. May, a Southern aristocrat on the decline, lives with her two sons in a fading mansion and farm.

In her employ is a Mr. Greenleaf, who also has two sons. One day Mrs, May spots a bull in her garden and spends the rest of the story trying to send him on his way. He is an inferior bull and she does not want her cows to breed with him. 

The bull is the property of Mr. Greenleaf's sons, who have been quite successful due to their service in the war and the G.I Bill. This is a source of jealousy to Mrs. May whose sons remained Privates. 

This story has no likable characters. O'Connor is equally hard on all of them. I have enjoyed many of O'Connor's works-"A Good Man is Hard to Find" and "The River" especially but this story is too blunt and sour for my taste. I am sure Updike could have chosen either of those. I wonder why he chose this one. Maybe because it is less familiar. 

George Kelley

Monday, August 26, 2024

Monday, Monday

 

A very strange week. Megan was here for two days and we shopped, had dinner with family, celebrated her birthday, saw Alien: Romulus (not for either of us), watched the Democratic Convention, and then she was gone. Around her visit I saw the above film, Didi and Strange Darling. What a showcase the last was for Willa Fitzgerald. Extremely violent but very original.

Now that I divested myself of Netflix, Hulu, and Britbox  I am left with Prime, Kanopy, Apple, Criterion and Max. There is still very little to watch. I find myself on PBS app more than anything else. I am watching The Apple Doesn't Fall on Peacock but it seems so stretched out, making more episodes than it needs. Also rewatching Homicide: Life on the Streets, which is more amazing than I remembered. And watched the first ep of the second season of Pachinko and have forgotten so much. I need to consult a synopsis. Luckily Vulture has one.

Reading The God of the Woods (Liz Moore), which seems good so far. I finished my book club book, which was okay, but not great. Megan brought me Willie Vlautin's The Horse, which she really liked. Her new book comes out next spring . El Dorado Drive. Set in Grosse Pointe, which was where we spent 25 years.

Getting hot here again. 

And what about you?

Friday, August 23, 2024

FFB: MICHIGAN ROLL, Tom Kakonis

 

Ken Bruen’s Forgotten Book (from the archives)

Michigan Roll by Tom Kakonis

The great neglected forgotten writer in my opinion is Tom Kakonis.
He wrote a wondrous series of novels featuring an ex professor who'd served time and is now eking out a precarious existence in Las Vegas under the dubious mentorship of a very shady acquaintance.
The writing is dark dangerous poetry and the violence when it comes, is sharp and shocking, an air of doomed menace looms over the novels like a palpable cloud.
Michigan Roll, perhaps the very best in the series,, is a true forgotten classic.
Kakonis abandoned this stunning series and now writes under a different name.
The atmosphere of being damned, of no hope, of no redemption is noir like you rarely read.
The characterisation is superb and the sheer agony of seeing a decent man who never caught a break and knows he is screwed is heart wrenching.


Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Short Story Wednesday "Opening Moves" Sally Rooney THE NEW YORKER


 This is a fairly long story from Sally Rooney's forthcoming novel, INTERMEZZO.


A chess prodigy of 22 travels from town to town playing chess with ten local chess players at a time. In one town, he and the somewhat older woman escorting him to the event become romantically involved. We learn something of both of them. For instance, he thinks of himself on the decline as a chess player already. But mostly this is a setup for her forthcoming novel. I listened to her read it on their website, but I came away thinking it was not very satisfying as a short story. Although it did show her writing to great advantage. And I guess I was interested enough to put the book on hold at the library. I very much admired NORMAL PEOPLE.


George Kelley

TracyK 

Jerry House 

Kevin Tipple 

Todd Mason

Monday, August 19, 2024

Monday, Monday

Man on the Train was absolutely delightful-perhaps a perfect movie with a magical ending. I watched in on Kanopy but I bet it's available elsewhere. Then continuing with the train theme I watched The Man Who Watched Trains Go By-based on a Simenon novel. Despite starring Claude Rains, I found it a bit of a mess. The protagonist's character changes from scene to scene and I have to wonder if that was in the novel too. 

Reading the second book for my Senior Center book group. Go as a River (Shelly Read) which seems like a YA book to me. For 70 pages a seventeen year old girl in the 1940s chases after a boy and the author dispenses WW 2 info like we're hearing it for the first time. Yet, it has very enthusiastic reader reviews on Amazon. Are their reviews just a crock? Also racism (against Native Americans) is played with such a heavy hand it is hard to read. 

Maybe Bad Monkeys (Apple) will be good. And Pachinko and Slow Horses are coming back. But the only other thing I watched this week was Broadchurch, which was less brilliant than I remembered. How many red herrings are too many?

We had our Dream Cruise yesterday. Saw 40, 000 vintage cars decked out and parked or driving the 20 mile stretch of Woodward Avenue. This is the largest one-day auto event in the country and the sidewalks are impassable with tailgaters.

Megan arrives Tuesday for 2 days. She has Bouchercon next week. I miss not going but I did it for eight years and that was enough. 

Hey, I listened to a Desert Island Disk podcast yesterday. It was Rob Delaney who is always charming. Wish they would bring back Catastrophe? I see he is on Bad Monkey though.

I would never be able to pick seven interesting pieces of music. Because that somehow needs to define you. Will never forget Hugh Grant picking The Teddy Bear Picnic-and that was well before he had children. What would you pick? I'm working on mine/

What are you up to?
 

Friday, August 16, 2024

FFB SURVIVORS WILL BE SHOT AGAIN, Bill Crider

 reviewed by Ed Gorman- from the archives



Bill Crider's new Survivors Will Be Shot Again may be my favorite of all the Sheriff Dan Rhodes novels for two reasons.


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  If you think Crider was funny before, wait until you read the scene where Rhodes walks into a convenience store and goes into rage about how Dr. Pepper refuses to sell the original sugar DP online. Good thing he comes to notice that he has walked into a robbery. Ultimately he has to take the gunman's weapon away by throwing a loaf of bread at him. That's the first chapter.
  The regulars are at their best and or worst.
  The enterprising young woman who got laid off as reporter on the local weekly is back again with her very successful online newspaper of newish kinds of stories that  she sometimes "enhanced" for the sake of excitement. She has turned the mild- mannered Rhodes into a local bad ass of heroic stature.
   Hawk and Lawton, the two elderly deputies who who make Rhodes' day miserable by trying to force information out of him by withholding other information ("in the loop") from him. 
   Seepy Benton, erstwhile community college professor and very very amateur crime solver, is pushing what was originally a ghost repellent spray but will also work if nudists are invading your domicile.
   Wal Mart-- there are so many references you get the feeling that Wal Mart is  the official church of the small Texas town.
   And lest I forget...the discovery of several illegal marijuana patches...guarded by junior sized alligators.   
  Then there is the A story line. There have been break-ins on ranch and farm buildings. Curiously one of the men whose outbuilding had been broken into and robbed is found murdered in a building owned by another man who had been robbed earlier. Given the material that gets taken the robberies are peculiar indeed.
  Bill Crider writes some the finest traditional mysteries around. He is a first rate plotter who also knows how to pace his material. Such a mixture of mystery, humor and even an occasional horrific moment give his work its unique mastery.
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  I grew up reading the now mostly forgotten Sinclair Lewis  He frequently wrote about small towns and their social ways in the 1920s and 1940s especially. He was both brutal and hilarious. His one novel that is still taught in college (several famous workshops won't teach him because he was allegedly a bad writer line by line) is Babbitt. The story line paints a portrait of a boorish "booster" who extols American virtues that are actually American vices. But there are three scenes in which Lewis forces you to at least understand Babbitt to some degree and after you read them you can't quite find him as repellent as you once did.  
   Bill Crider does the same thing here with his suspects. They are not likable. But as Crider reveals their back stories you see that in some way they are broken men.
   Perfecto.

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Short Story Wednesday: "How to Talk to Your Mother" from SELF-HELP by Lorrie Moore

 

I have probably talked about this book more than once. Lorrie Moore is a great short story writer and "How to Talk to Your Mother" from SELF HELP is a poignant one. The blurb  states her stories are uncommonly funny. Not this one.

The story moves backwards in time, beginning after her mother is dead (1982) and ending at her own birth (1940). She mixes real life events along with her own experiences. Hers is not a happy life, nor was her mother's. Do sad mothers ever produce happy daughters? Probably not often unless a strong father is a presence and here he is not much of one. The writing is beautiful but the situations are mostly sad. Our narrator seems unable to find love or bear a child. She can't get along with her mother but is stuck taking care of her.

I will look for an amusing story next. 


George Kelley

Jerry House 

Todd Mason

Monday, August 12, 2024

Monday, Monday

 

I would have never believed I would watch as much of the Olympics as I have watched. First it was so hot I didn't feel like doing much else. Then it was so rainy. And finally I was just hooked on the drama and pageantry of it. I still wish NBC didn't focus so much on USA but I guess the majority of viewers feel that way too.

I went to the Sixties concert at our park on Wednesday, which was lots of fun. A huge crowd for once felt all in the same place--politics aside. Really not watching much on TV except the Olympics. I keep starting then stopping everything else. Reading this and that too. Really seem to lack focus of late.

Hope your week has been more productive than mine.


Thursday, August 08, 2024

FFB-THE SONG OF THE LARK, Willa Cather

 (Ron Scheer from the 2014 archives)

Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark (1915)


Willa Cather, c1912
Willa Cather was a fine writer, with a special take on what it was like to grow up in a small town on the plains among descendants of immigrant homesteaders. The Song of the Lark tells of a young woman, Thea Kronborg, with a talent for music, who as the daughter of a minister finds friendship and approval not among her peers but among older men: a railway brakeman, the town doctor, and a piano teacher. They coach her through childhood and into adulthood, encouraging her to develop her musical abilities.

Plot. Cather follows her heroine to Chicago to study with a pianist, who discovers that she has an even greater talent for singing. Eventually, she goes to Germany to train as an operatic singer, and by novel’s end, she has been cast in roles that have her drawing enthusiastic audiences at the Met in New York.

Along the way, she is befriended by the son of a millionaire brewer, who would marry her if he did not already have a wife—estranged but not willing to divorce him. He welcomes Thea to a ranch in Arizona, where she is inspired by abandoned cliff dwellings built into the walls of a nearby canyon.

Cather's childhood home, Red Cloud, Nebraska
Themes. Cather, who grew up in Nebraska, left her home state after a university education. Settling first in Pittsburgh and then in New York, she developed as an editor and writer. One suspects that she draws on her experience as a social outlier from a provincial backwater to inform the transformation her central character undergoes as she adapts to urban life and finds a place among artists as gifted as herself.

Cather describes in precise detail the family life into which Thea Kronborg is born. There is the upper room she retreats to in a house she shares with six siblings, as well as the larger social milieu that attempts, though seldom successfully, to contain and restrain her. Of an independent mind, she easily befriends and values those of different social status, including the community of Mexicans who live on the outskirts of her little Colorado town.

As a teenager she must deal with the small mindedness and petty rivalries of the locals. Even her sister is critical of her for the way her freethinking behavior generates gossip. Determined to be self reliant as an adult, Thea takes on piano students and expects with more training to support herself as a piano teacher. It takes encouragement from the men in her life to set higher goals that will eventually find her on the world’s stage, far from the provincial confinement that in time would choke within her the artistic gifts she has been granted.

Jules Breton, The Song of the Lark
A shock comes midway in the novel as one of her truest and most trusted friends is killed in a train crash. The life insurance he has left her makes possible a winter of professional music training in Chicago. Living there in near poverty, she is coaxed to open herself to the arts, and a painting she discovers in the Art Institute inspires her to a higher calling. The painting by Jules Breton, The Song of the Lark (1884) provides the novel with its title.

Romance. Compared to other novels of the day, The Song of the Lark puts little stock in the character enhancing benefits bestowed by romance. The men in Thea’s life are older than she by many years, or they are already married. What binds her to them are not romantic feelings but the warmth of friendship and shared experiences, often appreciation of the beauties of nature, such as the nearby sand hills or the dramatic, colorful canyons of Arizona.

Friendship entails the sharing of ideas, a degree of intellectual intimacy that values a search for truth and authenticity. Thea also understands that surrendering to romance compromises her dreams of fully developing her talent and becoming an operatic singer of repute.

The Art Institute, Chicago, 1900
Storytelling style. At 489 pages, The Song of the Lark was a big, fat novel when it was published, and remains so. A modern-day reader will find a pattern of plot development similar in structure to biography, as we learn of the early years of someone who has become well known in the world for their accomplishments. Family, social environment, geography are all factors in the drawing of that portrait. And Cather is particularly good at rendering these in her precise prose style. 

At one point, early in the novel, she remarks that a good storyteller should be observant, truthful, and kindly, and she is all of these. Here she describes a minister of small ambitions who auditions Thea for his church choir:

The Reverend Larsen was not an insincere man. He merely spent his life resting and playing, to make up for the time his forebears had wasted grubbing the earth. He was simple-hearted and kind; he enjoyed his candy and his children and his sacred cantatas. He could work energetically at almost any form of play.

In the novel’s later chapters, Cather shows an uncommon interest in describing and defining the personality traits that go into the makeup of a fine artiste. We find characters in long dialogues devoted to the subject.

Metropolitan Opera, c1900
Opinions expressed often come across as subjectively impressionistic, illuminating perhaps only if the reader is an opera lover and likely to have puzzled over the same questions of greatness among performers who have risen to fame in this rarefied art form. It is believed, it should be noted, that Thea Kronberg was modeled on the character and life story of Wagnerian soprano, Olive Fremstad (1871–1951), who was at the height of her career in the 1910s.

Willa Cather (1873–1947) was a Virginian by birth and lived from the age of nine in little Red Cloud, Nebraska. Her life on the Great Plains became the source of some of her best fiction, including O Pioneers! (1913) and My Ántonia (1918). The Troll Garden (1905) was a collection of stories written during her years living and working in Pittsburgh.

Cather joined the editorial staff of McClure’s in 1906, which published many of her poems and stories in the following years. Of her several novels, A Lost Lady (1923) reached the screen twice, as a silent film in 1924 and again as a sound film in 1934, with Barbara Stanwyck. After Cather’s death, several titles were adapted for TV, including O Pioneers! (1992) starring Jessica Lange, My Antonia (1995), and The Song of the Lark (2001).

The Song of the Lark is currently available in print, audio, and ebook formats at amazon, Barnes&Noble, and AbeBooks. For more of Friday’s Forgotten Books, click on over to Patti Abbott’s blog.

Wednesday, August 07, 2024

Short Story Wednesday, "A Friend in Need" Somerset Maugham


 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXydqcviqBA

 

A very short story that seems almost all description until the chilling last paragraphs.  I wanted to read something by him after seeing the doc. Wow. Wasn't expecting this. 

George Kelley

Jerry House 

Kevin Tipple 

Tracy K 

Casual Debris

I had never heard of Nancy Hale, who has a story in the collection Tracy refers to. Amazed to see just how much she published. Many novels, even more short stories. How did I miss her?

 

Monday, August 05, 2024

Monday, Monday

 

Reading THE FRIDAY AFTERNOON CLUB by Griffin Dunne, THE OTHER WIFE, Michael Robotham and an essay on the use of hyphens in haiku. The haiku community is very willing to try to explain their art to newcomers. I guess when you are talking about 17 syllables you have time to be generous.

Watching some of the Olympics-mostly gymnastics and swimming. Although I find swimming boring. At least races in track you can see the entire body and not just a swimming cap. Keep hoping for the diving to start. Also watching THE DIPLOMATS on Prime. It is set in Barcelona and is not the one with Keri Russell. Also watched a doc on Liz Taylor on Max and a doc on Somerset Maugham on Kanopy. 

Going to see THE COUP today. I know it's not going to be good but Peter Sarsgard's acting interests me. 

What about you? 

Very hot week.

Friday, August 02, 2024

FFB: INWARD JOURNEY, Ross Macdonald

 from the archives- Bill Crider

FFB: Ross Macdonald's Inward Journey -- Ralph B. Sipper, Editor

Ross Macdonald isn't much read or discussed these days, and when I do see references to him by younger readers, they don't seem to be much impressed with his work.  That's quite a change from past decades, including the 1980s when Ross Macdonald's Inward Journey was published.  The book includes two previously unpublished essays by Macdonald himself and a short but quite poignant one by his wife, Margaret Millar; however in the main it's a tribute to Macdonald's life and work by other writers.  Those who don't think that Macdonald was one of the greats might want to consider what these writers have to say.  I'll give a few examples.

Robert B. Parker:  "It's not just that Ross Macdonald taught us how to write; he did something much more, he taught us how to read, and how to think about life, and maybe, in some small, but mattering way, how to live."

Thomas Berger:  "Ross Macdonald's work has consistently nourished me, at home and abroad.  I have turned to it often to hear what I should like to call the justice of its voice and to be enlightened by its imagination, and, not incidentally, superbly entertained."

Collin Wilcox: "I own Ken Millar more than I can ever repay."

Paul Nelson:  "I remember thinking we come to his novels for comfort in the disaster of our lives, knowing that he and Archer have seen us -- and worse than us -- and will dispense mercy and kindness or, if they turn us over, at least understand."

And so on.  Some of the writers were even inspired to write poems instead of essays.  I've been a fan of Macdonald's work since the first time I picked up one of his books, more than 50 years ago.  Reading Ross Macdonald's Inward Journey reminded me again of why I liked his work so much.  It might do the same for you.  And if you've never read his books, don't read this book first.  Read one of Macdonald's novels first.  The sooner, the better