Today I finally finished Schindler’s List, but won’t do a review of it, since as I said earlier, I must be the only person on the planet who neither read the book nor saw the movie. I hope now to one day see the movie. The only thing I will say is that even Thomas Harris could never imagine a villain like Amon Goeth, the sadistic Commandant of the work camp in Cracow, Poland, where the story begins. He once saw two women through a window, a mother and daughter, peeling potatoes, and he thought they were doing so too slowly. So he leaned in through the window and shot them both dead. He shot and killed an orderly because he found a flea on one of his two dogs. He was the master of random cruelty, whereas the Reich itself was the master of plodding, relentless cruelty.
This week I went to the libary to choose my next books, and selected Robert Parker’s Brimstone, the third in his series of Westerns that began with Appaloosa, which was followed by Resolution. Hitch and Cole (lawmen for hire) are on the trail of Allie, who ran off with another man at the end of Resolution after stealing Cole’s heart.
Second I picked up a book, on the recommendation of ptfan1, by Lee Child. I believe this may be his latest, it’s called Nothing To Lose.
Third, I picked up a book called The Cure For Grief, by a first-time novelist. I very much like first novels. Sometimes you find that the novelist runs out of steam afterwards and never quite matches the brilliance of that first try. The description of its plot rather reminded me of something Anne Tyler might have written. Tyler’s The Accidental Tourist will probably always be on my Top Ten Books list. I really ought to make that list…
Finally, a Dana Stabenow crime novel called Whisper To The Blood. I’ve read many of Stabenow’s novels before. For the most part they take place in Alaska.
Sometimes, given choices as good as these, it’s hard to know where to begin. This time it’s a no-brainer. Given a choice between Robert B. Parker and anyone else, anyone else comes in second.
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spencercourt // June 24, 2009 at 7:13 pm |
Sigh….
I am behind on my New Year’s resolution. I’ve not even touched the second book. But I may bring it on the flight west next week. May…
That’ll give me 5 hours each. It’s 400 pages, so even 10 hours is a tough read as I like to take my time.
fakename2 // June 24, 2009 at 8:06 pm |
400 pages is tough for anybody. And remind me what that second book is. In fact, remind me what that first book was
fakename2 // June 24, 2009 at 8:07 pm |
P.S., I could never be on a plane without a book. I would go completely insane.
spencercourt // June 25, 2009 at 7:29 pm |
First book was “My Faraway Hoem”, about the American family that hid from the Japanese in the Philippines jungle for a year or two. Written by their daughter.
Second is “Fall of Berlin”, by well know military historian.
Last trip, I took an MP3 player. Helped drown out the noise from children.
fakesister // June 25, 2009 at 8:56 am |
I have books on my iPod and am investigating what to get for my 5+ hours there and back after the 4th of July. I offered to get a coupler for the iPod for my companion but she said she would sleep. Does this mean it’s OK for me to stick her in the center seats?
In the meantime I have “Don’t Sleep, There are Snakes”, a reformed missionary’s tale of his time in the Amazon and “The Oxford Murders”, which I no longer remember the blurb from, that I will take, waiting for me at the library.
eehard // June 25, 2009 at 2:39 pm |
You’d be surprised at how many people have not read the book or the movie. You can count me in that number. I had my Final Solution moment when I visited Anne Frank’s house in Amsterdam.
I am not to thrilled thinking about it. Hitler was not going to stop after the Jews.
fakename2 // June 25, 2009 at 5:16 pm |
Fakesister, you have a knack for picking clever book titles (and racehorse names) that certainly equals mine!
For real, ee. We already know what Hitler thought of blacks.
fakesister // June 25, 2009 at 9:20 pm |
“Don’t sleep, there are snakes” is apparently the equivalent of “break a leg” – a jocular good night like the “good luck” to a thespian.
The Oxford Murders is a (don’t look ee!) mathematical murder mystery. Right up my alley, assuming the math doesn’t get beyond differential equations. Not that I could do any diff-eq anymore. I have a hard enough time with addition and subtraction these days.
Re racehorse names: I didn’t make up any of these – on the dam side, my newest beast is Thoroughbred. Names are Stepped in Gold, out of Step Away, by Stepladder, by Watch Your Step, out of Stepwisely, out of Stephanie which gets us back to 1921. Which name chain totally ignores his heritage of 2 Triple Crown winners, Citation and Count Fleet.
He also goes back to Native Dancer, who figures in some large percentage of modern American TB pedigrees.
The Paint side is equally royal, going back to Wimpy and Go Man Go. Not too shabby for a horse that lives up to his call name, Hoover, by thoroughly vacuuming every stalk and leaf of hay that comes his way.