A long-ago “friend” spent all of her free time reading mysteries: murder mysteries, procedurals, hard boiled detectives, cozies, thrillers, suspense, espionage, true crime, legal, noir, capers, and dogs named Pommes-frites. At this time I joined the club and read mystery series’s such as Travis McGee, Spenser, and all of the Ludlum books available at the time. It was a good experience (the books, not the friend) and through the years I have continued to toss a juicy detective novel in with all the classics and contemporaries that filled out my reading lists.
Ignoring the difference in ages, would Broderick Crawford have made a better Tony Soprano than James Gandolfini? Why or why not?
There are actually a few titles on last month’s list of suggestions to try that I added to my own private list for reading in the near future. Which ones? Well, one is very fat, one is pretty funny in a twisted way, and at least two have been hanging around way too long and need to be read.
I note that more and more non-fiction titles are making the daily suggest list, despite the fact that there is no such thing as non-fiction. As I think about it, these non-fiction books are attractive to me because of their ability to teach us new things. Of course this can only follow after fiction has taught us how to think in the first place.
I recently read Virgil’s Aeniad and despite the super-glossy modernization by Fagles, it was a good read. Furthermore it fulfilled one of those major milestones of literature life forces on us.
Unfortunately, despite being judged the best book I had read in 2019 (to date), The Aeneid was just another violent epic full of cleaved breastbones, rolling heads, and buckets of blood and gore.
The first gory epic I read was Chanson de Roland. At a very young age I’m sure the carnage was great fun (and prepared me for Ben Vereen on Broadway years later).Since then I have read epics such as Beowulf (in Old English), the Iliad and the Odyssey, and The Lord of the Rings.