A Walk in the Park (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)

Away from her musty tent, the park by the bay is crowded. Cool breeze off the water. Maybe the heat will break, and she’ll sleep tonight.

Jane lands an open spot under a tree and slides her backpack off to realize she’s holding a leash with only a collar at the end, tags jingling.

She swivels, looking around frantically. He’s off being friendly, but — maddening! She’s about to abandon her shady spot to search when she feels a cold nose on the back of her thigh.

Troubles smiles up at her.

“You escape artist, you,” she scolds, hugging him.

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Each week at the Ranch (the Carrot Ranch Literary Community, that is), Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about an escape artist. Fun flashes from other writers are at the link. Come join us!

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Reading Challenge Book Review)

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find ThemFantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Amusing sidenote: When I was Googling editions of this book, instead of “fantastic beasts” it somehow entered “magical breasts” and turned me on to something entitled “The Magical Breasts of Britney Spears,” a book of poetry that intrigues me. The concept, not Britney’s actual ta-tas. But since the library copy closest to me is several states away in Denver, I’ll be missing out.

On to Fantastic Beasts:

I’m a bit miffed.

I’ve tried to read this book twice now. The first time I thought it was a mistake, that the library had given me the wrong book, a battered-looking volume authored by some flake named Newt Scamander (that should have been a clue, I admit that) and that didn’t even have Rowling’s name on it, and I didn’t catch on until it was time to return it. When I checked it out again, I got a newer volume that turns out to be missing the “notes” scribbled by Harry and Ron and Hermione.

So, I must have gotten a later edition second time around, evidently for those who want a pristine copy like it’s an actual textbook, shiny and new and freshly delivered by owl from Flourish and Blotts, rather than what I assume is Rowling’s original creative process. Many reviewers found the scribblings to be their favorite part of the book. My low rating reflects my disappointment at missing out, once due to my own fault, the second time due to whatever, and is not an aspersion on either Rowling’s writing or of the whole world of Harry Potter itself, which I would love to have grown up in and let’s face it, if I’d attended Hogwarts I might have actually attended and not been the chronic class-cutter I was.

So, missing the first edition scribbles, it was meh enough that I didn’t finish it, and I probably won’t bother to check it out a third time.

I find it fun that although this book was #17 on my 2017 Reading Challenge as a book involving a mythical creature, it also could have served as a book written by someone who uses a pseudonym and that position was also held by Rowling using her pseudonym of Robert Galbraith. I like that all profits are going to Comic Relief and to Lumos, Rowling’s own foundation.

And it’s not a loss. I still haven’t seen the movie, which I fully expect to enjoy.

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What the Dead Know by Laura Lippmann (Book Review)

What the Dead KnowWhat the Dead Know by Laura Lippman

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I was gratified to enjoy this book as much as I did. I started with Baltimore Blues but put that aside when it started getting improbable and silly and I worried it was moving into Janet Evanovich/Stephanie Plum territory, which can only end in disappointment. (I liked the first two Stephanie Plum novels but after that they just got progressively, ridiculously inane.) Other reviewers had expressed similar disappointment, but raved about Lippman’s stand-alone novels, so I gave What the Dead Know a shot, and I’m glad I did. Excellent mystery here. Tightly plotted, nicely obfuscated* clues spread around liberally, excellent use of multiple pov’s which I particularly love, and a well-done reveal. I was gradually pulled in and couldn’t put it down for the second half.

There was one thing, though: The use of “police” as a singular noun, such as “I am a murder police” or talking about “a fellow police.” What in the heck am I reading here? So I researched it a little.

According to the grammarphobia website, the “a police” usage is insider lingo, used by those who work in or adjacent to law enforcement, and the Oxford English Dictionary calls it a “count noun,” used as either singular or plural with the instant usage regional to “America” (and as a resident of the United States, I do not consider “American” to be a very regional designation, but context is everything and everything is relative).

Stack Exchange, a website for those learning English as a second language, says otherwise, that if the noun is singular, then “police” is an adjective: “the police department” or “a police officer.” It does not include “I am a police” in its list of correct usages. However, this website also cites the HBO show “The Wire,” which has characters saying “a police,” and notes that the show is set in Baltimore, just as What the Dead Know is set in Baltimore and author Lippman is from Baltimore. So perhaps the regionalism referred to by the OED is specifically Baltimoreon** rather than generally American. That doesn’t make it grammatically correct, though.

I have worked directly for law enforcement, for attorneys involved in criminal prosecution and criminal defense, and for agencies regularly utilizing law enforcement services, for more than thirty years. I have been reading police procedurals longer than that. With all that, I have never seen this usage before reading this book. My verdict is that it is awkward, the kind of writing that draws attention to itself in a “Hey! Look at me!” way, and jerks me out of the smooth flow of story. I thought it was a typo every time I tripped over it.

Still a good read, though. I’ll be reading other Lippman stand-alone novels.

* My five-dollar word for the day.

** This is correct. I looked it up.

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The Bone Collector by Jeffery Deaver (Book Review)

The Bone Collector (Lincoln Rhyme, #1)The Bone Collector by Jeffery Deaver

My rating: 1 of 5 stars

I figured it out. I don’t want to read about unrealistically extraordinary people. I want to read about realistically ordinary people doing extraordinary things.

Bookshelves: oh-puhleeze, the-movie-was-better, crime, detective, mystery, ugh, mary-sue-and-gary-stu, everyone-loved-it-but-me, abandoned, dnf

It starts out with several bangs, impressive feats of deduction and lots of cop-like pizzazz, but quickly settles in to lots of Lincoln Rhyme ordering people to “Do a scale count and medulla pigmentation comparison” and “Check for cellular compression” and “Get a polarized shot of the cellophane” and very little else. And that’s not even consistent. This brilliant criminalist sends a whole bunch of guys around the city buying veal shanks out of their own pockets to make a comparison, but sets an unusual knot aside for later like it’s not important? It doesn’t read like the author thought up a clever crime story and set about having his hero solve it. Rather, it reads like the author gathered together every high-hat forensic analytic test and piece of lab equipment known to man and then cobbled together a series of events to include each and every one of them. Being this impressed by all this amazing crap gets tiresome.

I’m going to make a confession now, and perhaps this is blasphemous for a lover of detective and mystery novels, but – gasp! – I never liked Sherlock Holmes all that much. He was so far above everyone and made so many deductions that were impossibly cerebral (and was so damned arrogant about it too) that I couldn’t connect with Holmes or the solution of the crime. I didn’t participate, didn’t try to figure it out myself; I just read about two geniuses, one good and one evil, pitted against each other, with the force of good winning in a way poor little uneducated and stupid me could never hope to identify with.

Same thing here. Pah.

And then there’s the unbelievability. Lincoln Rhyme has amassed three or four fancy college degrees, risen to the top of NYPD and solved thousands of cases, created a vast database of technical stuff like types of dirt and paint chips and tires, given himself a complete self-education about the history of all of the botanical, chemical, geological, zoological, engineering, and cultural aspects of New York City, written a couple of books, and spent the last three years learning how be a C-4 CSI patient, all before the age of, what, forty? (I know. I cannot suspend my disbelief enough to buy the entire New York City Police Department kowtowing to one retired criminalist and filling his bedroom with every million-dollar piece of equipment in existence and every staff member he asks for so he can single-handedly solve one kidnapping/murder, but I readily buy griffins and wizards and prophecies of The One. Yes, it is funny.) Pah again.

Lincoln Rhyme seems to be the only character who is at all developed, but I have to wonder how realistic he is, given the idiocy that was JoJo Moyes’ Me Before You. The supporting cast of captains and detectives and deputy commanders and whatever are interchangeable. Then we have the oh-so-clichéd saucy-and-obviously-gay personal assistant/nurse (so gay and saucy, apparently, that they made him a woman played by Queen Latifah in the movie) and the undiscovered-genius-and-sultry-beauty (a failed model, even! I am so freaking tired of the women in stories always being devastatingly beautiful) obviously-soon-to-be protégé/love interest. Pah the third.

DNF-ing at 36%.

I do like the references to Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks. Not sure what it has to do with the story, and it doesn’t necessarily have to have anything to do with it, but that’s one of my favorite paintings. I just found it online and spent fifteen minutes or so immersed in it yet again, so that was nice.

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Divorcée Dearest (Jane Doe Six Sentence Stories)

Torrey storms up and down the sun room, her friend’s amused sympathy fueling her pique.

“Oh…my…God, I can’t believe I still have to put up with this crap from him. I never should have divorced him. I’d have come out of this a lot better if I’d just killed him.”

“But then you’d have that whole murder trial thing to deal with, and it’s so hard to dress for those,” Leslie quips.

“Coulda just dropped him down an old mine shaft. No body, no crime.”

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Each week at Uncharted, Ivy hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction linkup and blog hop. This week’s cue was “mine.” Fun sixes from other writers are at the link. Come join us!

Farmer’s Market (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)

Crowds jostle, fish tossers call, children beg for ice cream, candy, a Starbucks. Pike Place Market bustles and hums, smelling of flowers, fish, peaches, damp. Gulls scream and music threads through it all. Jane wanders the stalls, assimilated.

Two dollars gets her an iced bottle of tea and a basket of blackberries. With no way to store them, she’ll have to eat them all. Back out on the cobblestones she finds a seat on the curb, in the sun, near the busker with the violin, finds another dollar for his case.

In the words of the Bangles – Sunday, Fun Day.

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Each week at the Carrot Ranch Literary Community, lead buckaroo Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), include music and berries. (This week’s challenge might have been too easy!) Flashes from other writers are at the link. Come join us! It’s fun!

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Emmuska Orczy (Reading Challenge Book Review)

The Scarlet PimpernelThe Scarlet Pimpernel by Emmuska Orczy

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

A good read, especially if you’re looking to bump up your classics cred and get into the original Batman.

No, really. The Baroness Orczy is credited with creating the very first masked hero, the idle millionaire who spends his time and infinite resources fighting the forces of evil from behind a clever disguise. Or if you’re not turned on by Batman, think of Sir Percy Blakeney as the French Revolution’s answer to Schindler’s List — although Sir Percy got here first, rescuing other idle rich from the rapacious Madame La Guillotine during the Reign of Terror.

This particular hero first crossed my radar in movie form. I seem to remember being fairly young, early teens, which would make it the 1934 version, but I also remember color, which would make it the 1982 version, although I could be getting an impression of color from the word “scarlet.” (I was also young enough to pull the “pimp” out of “pimpernel” and snicker at it.) Anyway, a few years ago I downloaded the book free from Project Gutenberg, a noble operation indeed, making electronic versions of the classics free for anyone who wants them (although donations are much appreciated and deserved). The book holds two positions on my 2017 reading challenge, #2, a book that’s been on my TBR list for far too long and #9, an espionage thriller.

I have trouble with classics. I feel that in order to be a well-read, literate sort of person I should have read/be reading a fair number of classics, but so many of them are so stilted, so plodding, so booooooring that I never finish them. (Anna Karenina, I wanted to love you, I really and truly did.) The Scarlet Pimpernel is a good one, though. I can’t remember the last time I read such a pure romp, complete with romance and heartbreak, miscommunication and misunderstandings, intrigue and betrayal, silk gowns and courtly manners. The language is surprisingly fresh considering the book was published in 1905. Yes, it got a bit overdramatic, especially toward the end, and I was disappointed that there was no duel, but I still enjoyed it.

Also note that this was considered historical fiction when it was published, so now it’s like historical fiction inside of historical fiction. Or something.

Anyway, recommended.

Bookshelves: classic, spy-vs-spy, i-am-an-anglophile, brit-lit, merry-old-england, french-revolution, adventure, this-is-all-the-romance-i-can-take, thriller

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