| Friday, November 28, 2008 |
| Thanksgiving vampires |
Since I am a big fan of sleeping 'til a reasonable hour, it was pretty clear that I wasn't going to hit any Black Friday sales, and now comes proof that some people take the term "doorbuster" very literally: a Long Island man working as a temporary employee was trampled to death by thousands of crazed Wal-Mart shoppers earlier this morning. "Before police shut down the store, eager shoppers streamed past emergency crews as they worked furiously to save the store clerk's life," according to the New York Daily News. A photo taken later in the morning shows a police officer standing in front of a handwritten sign that says "Blitz Line Starts Here." And before you conclude that it's just those aggressive New Yorkers doing these crazy things, there was a Black Friday stampede near Grand Rapids in 2005 (scroll down in this story to read about it), though luckily no one died there.
Yesterday was my birthday, the first time it fell on Thanksgiving since 2003 (next time: 2014). I always feel a little ripped off when the dates coincide, because I don't like Tofurkey, all of my favorite restaurants are closed, and I never feel like flying home to Michigan. This year, I decided to be very proactive and make lots and lots of plans. The night before, Joe, Neal and I went to the Punch Line comedy club to see a local comic I enjoy, W. Kamau Bell, who is also currently performing his excellent one-man show, "The W. Kamau Bell Curve," at the Climate Theater. (The slogan for the show is "Ending Racism In About An Hour," and there's a special 2-for-1 deal on tickets if you go with a friend of a different race; check it out!)
For Thanksgiving dinner, we went to Shanghai Restaurant in Oakland's Chinatown, which was open for business as usual. We ordered a ton of food (my favorites: the garlic eggplant and the green onion pancakes), so I'm all set for leftovers for the next couple days. The place is unprepossessing, to say the least, but everything was really tasty. Turkey -- who needs it!
Then we went to see "Let the Right One In," an arty Swedish vampire film that I must admit I would never have gone to see if it hadn't been Swedish -- I'm so squeamish about blood that I have to avert my gaze when my blood is drawn for a cholesterol check -- but I actually found it quite involving and even touching. Joe thought the pacing was a bit on the languorous side. Anyone who actually enjoys vampire or horror flicks will probably love it. |
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| Wednesday, November 26, 2008 |
| Academy of crowds |
My friend Janet A. has started a blog, and she was kind enough to link to me. One of the features of her blogroll is a little widget that displays the title and date of the most recent post. So when I read Janet's regularly updated blog, I can see that I last updated my blog six days ago, and feel appropriately guilty.
However, I have an excuse this time as my friend Neal is visiting for a week and I'm keeping busier than usual. Of course, one of the advantages of having out of town guests visit is that it provides you with an opportunity to visit touristy spots you never seem to get to on your own. (I refuse to escort people to Fisherman's Wharf, though -- I have my limits.) I had been itching to visit the newly reopened California Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park and thought Monday would be a great day to do it. My thinking was that kids would still be in school, and Monday is a low-attendance day at museums -- a lot of them don't even bother opening on Mondays. Plus, the admission fee to the Academy is $24.95, and the economy's supposed to suck, right?
Well, there were about one zillion people at the Academy, so things can't be too bad here in the City by the Bay. Everyone has lots of money and vacation time! I hate crowds, so it was a little rough going, but I can tell that it's an amazing place. There's a huge aquarium with all sorts of weird creatures, exhibits on the biodiversity of exotic places like Madagascar and coral reefs, a planetarium (which was already sold out by the time we arrived) and a rainforest conservatory (which had a Disneyland-esque line waiting to get in -- when I saw that it stretched way past the "30 MINUTES AT THIS POINT" sign I decided the one at Meijer Gardens, which I've visited a bunch of times, would have to suffice for me). I was also interested to note that their cafe, with its many different food stations, is quite reminiscent of the (employees-only) one at Google -- I would love to know if the folks who designed it had visited the search engine giant's Mountain View campus. Of course, the Google cafeteria is free, whereas the Academy's is a bit pricey with all of its locally sourced, organic specialties.
If you pony up the cash to join the Academy, you can beat the crowds and get in an hour before everyone else on Tuesdays and Sundays. I think that for now I'll stick to watching the live Penguin Cam.
Last night, I faced the dilemma common to so many people: should I stay home and watch the "Dancing With the Stars" finale, or go see August Wilson's acclaimed drama about the post-Reconstruction migration of African-Americans from the agrarian South to the industrial North? I got a half-price ticket offer from Berkeley Rep, and I'd been wanting to see "Joe Wilson's Come and Gone," so I figured I could rush home afterwards and see who won "Dancing." We didn't get home 'til around 11:30 PM (it's a long play!), but I managed to fast-forward through most of the show and saw Brooke Burke take the disco ball trophy around 12:15. If Warren (who came in second) had won, I think Brooke might have thrown a fit -- there was a Tracy Flick-like look of certainty and determination on her face throughout the show. Still, she did a great job, she deserved it, and now my Monday and Tuesday nights are free again until a new set of C-list celebs don dancing shoes next March. |
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| Wednesday, November 19, 2008 |
| The urban juror |
Ha! I thought a couple weeks ago. Alameda County has finally decided that it doesn't need to summon me every single year for jury duty. After all, last year, I was summoned for Nov. 5, and that date came and went this year with no summons in sight!
Then, today, it came -- that all too familiar envelope from the Superior Court of California with JURY SUMMONS ENCLOSED in big red letters on the front. To my dismay, I've been summoned to the Hayward courthouse (a.k.a. the one that's completely inconvenient for me to get to) instead of the downtown Oakland one.
So on Dec. 17, chances are that I'll need to sit through "Ideals Made Real" again and, if I'm really unlucky, get to spend a few hours in voir dire. Sigh. |
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| Tuesday, November 18, 2008 |
| DWtS: Week 9 |
I realized last night that even though I've voted for him a bunch of times, I don't think Warren Sapp should win "Dancing With the Stars."
He is incredibly entertaining to watch, but after nine weeks, I don't really believe he's learned or grown much as a dancer. He gets by on his winning personality and charisma. Last night, he seemed a bit beaten down by his busy schedule (he flies to the East Coast every week to do analysis for TV's "Inside the NFL").
I hope li'l Cody goes home tonight, and that we get Warren, Brooke and Lance in the finals. The battle for the mirror ball trophy should be between Brooke and Lance -- Brooke, who obviously has a lot of natural talent, and Lance, who has battled his way to Week 9 despite the fact that head judge Len Goodman seems to dislike nearly everything Bass's partner, first-time "DWtS" pro Lacey Schwimmer, does. You could argue that Lance had an advantage coming in since he had to spend years doing boy-band choreography, but he has always stated that he was "the worst dancer in N'Sync," and there's obviously a big difference between doing Pips-like steps behind Justin Timberlake and ballroom dance with a partner.
ABC has been airing a recap show at 8 PM on Tuesdays, which I never TiVo because heaven knows there's enough filler on the 9 PM results show, but tonight's 8 PM hour will feature the Ballroom Kids showdown!
Next week's finale will feature "the return of all of our stars," which means -- yes -- Cloris! Be afraid... |
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| Monday, November 17, 2008 |
| Happy birthday to you, and you, and you |
One of my clients is really into astrology and makes sure that I only make changes to her web site on certain auspicious days. As a skeptic, I don't really put any stock in that stuff, but I try to be tolerant of others' beliefs.
Do the time and date of your birth determine your destiny? I certainly hope not, because I am convinced that my birthday has the worst lineup of celebrity birthdays of any day of the year. A couple days ago, I emailed a greeting to a friend of mine who is just famous enough to be listed in those celebrity birthday columns that appear in newspapers. His fellow birthmates include Anni-Frid "Frida" Lyngstad of ABBA, Oscar-nominated actress Tilda Swinton, Sam Waterston of "Law & Order," and Ed "Lou Grant" Asner -- pretty cool company!
Here, on the other hand, are the most famous folks who share my birthday: Jaleel "Urkel" White, parent-killer Eric Menendez, country singer Eddie Rabbitt, ex-Mrs. Mike Tyson Robin Givens, and Bill Nye the Science Guy. Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg was born on my birthday, and I do admire her. Jimi Hendrix and Bruce Lee were, too, but since they're dead, they don't show up in the newspaper birthday columns. It doesn't count if your fellow celebrants aren't alive to blow out the candles!
If only my appearance into the world had come one day later, I could have shared a birthday with my idol Jon Stewart, not to mention David Letterman's bandleader Paul Shaffer, novelist Rita Mae Brown, Sen. Gary Hart, and Oscar-winning musician Randy Newman. But I was already overdue and I'm sure my mom was ready for me to be born.
Blatant Comment Whoring (tm yellojkt): Does anyone have a less illustrious line-up of celebrity birthday-mates than I do? You can check here to find out. |
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| Sunday, November 16, 2008 |
| The last picture show |
Studio 28 is gone, which means that all the movie theaters of my youth -- the Movies at North Kent, the Quad, the Movies at Woodland, the Alpine Twin, the Northtown, and my favorite, the local art house, the Bijou -- have now closed. I found this great photo online. It just screams "urban sprawl." I'd forgotten all about the Beltline Drive-in next door, with its giant Bugs Bunny and Goofy staring down from the back of the screen. (Here's a better photo of the Beltline -- it's hard to believe Bugs and Goofy had been up there since the 1950s!)
I hadn't been to Studio 28 in probably 20-plus years, but I spent a lot of time there as a kid. The 28 referred not to the number of screens (it had 20 after a 1988 expansion), but to its address on 28th Street. It was on the opposite side of town from where my family lived and no bus line went there. I didn't start driving until I was in my mid-20s, long after I'd left Grand Rapids, so going to Studio 28 meant either having to get a ride from one of my parents or from my friend James, who probably drove me there a hundred times. We'd usually stop in at Believe in Music or Crazy Larry's, the nearby record stores, before or after the show.
Studio 28 was a multiplex of little architectural significance -- its first screen went up in the mid-1960s, long after the heyday of the movie palace. The "big" auditorium was cool, but hardly had the grandeur of, say, the Castro. Its closing just makes me kind of nostalgic for all those "places that are gone," to quote Tommy Keene.
When Joe and I were in Grand Rapids last June, we were walking downtown, on our way to meet friends at one of the many cool new eateries that have sprung up there over the past few years. I was pointing out local landmarks -- the public library I visited almost every day after school, the Civic Theater where I used to usher so I could see shows for free -- and I said, "And down this street was a weird old record store called Dodd's." Then I did a double take, because Dodd's was still there. I couldn't believe it. Local mini-chains like the aforementioned Believe in Music and Crazy Larry's had gone out of business years ago, and yet Dodd's somehow endured.
Even back in the 1980s, Dodd's seemed resolutely old-fashioned; it was run by a guy who seemed ancient to me then (turns out he's in his late 70s now, so he was hardly that old). It was a short walk from my high school so I used to go in every once in a while, though I don't recall buying very much there; I remember picking up the Police's Zenyatta Mondatta there, but it really wasn't the first place you'd look for current releases. It was more of a time warp, a place where you could always find LPs by the sorts of artists who fell out of fashion when the Beatles made it big -- Mitch Miller, the Longines Symphonette and the Platters. There was also a lot of mainstream rock and adult contemporary. I was usually looking for some obscure British import or the latest release by Thomas Dolby or INXS, which never seemed to make it to Dodd's.
I'm not quite sure who shops there now, but the fact that the store endures strikes me as tremendously reassuring. I guess urban renewal hasn't quite touched its block of Division Street, so presumably the rent is low. Because I have a very bad dust/mold allergy, I can't spend a lot of time in used book or record stores, but I couldn't resist stopping into Dodd's. They have quite an amazing selection of still-shrinkwrapped LPs from the 60s, 70s and 80s -- if you have been craving the entire Orleans back catalog on vinyl that has never been touched by human hands, Dodd's is the place to go. I'm not sure serious collectors would be too thrilled with this storage method:
Here's a corner of the store, which looks exactly the same as it did back in the 1980s. Yes, Dodd's carries CDs, but they make up a small fraction of its inventory.
Now that vinyl has come back into favor, maybe a new generation will discover Dodd's. |
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| Thursday, November 13, 2008 |
| The quality of shopping |
I made an offhand comment about hating to shop a few days ago, which caused some consternation among those whom I do occasionally shop for. It is true that I was born without the shopping gene, but what I really hate is (a) buying clothes for myself, which explains why I am fairly fashion-deficient and (b) malls. Here are some tips for places where even a non-shopper can love to shop:
1. Online. Well, duh. But shipping & handling charges add up, and I like to keep sales taxes in my community. Still, if you want to make shopping really easy this Xmas, why not just buy this for everyone on your list -- and be sure to use that link, because I'll get 84 cents in affiliate fees from Amazon!
2. Bookstores. If I tend to give a lot of books as gifts, well, it's because I love any excuse to visit a bookstore! Sometimes I even find "like-new" volumes at library sales, where you can score a $25 hardcover for one or two bucks.
3. Street fairs. My city loves nothing more than to close down its main street and let a whole bunch of food and crafts vendors set up shop for a day or two. You can buy gifts while eating funnel cake and listening to music!
4. Museum gift shops. They are always full of fun, innovative and beautiful things; whenever I visit a museum, I make sure to budget some time to check out the shop. If I had kids, I think I would buy their gifts exclusively at museum stores.
5. Grocery stores. I'm in them at least twice a week anyway, and this being the Bay Area, there are always tons of gourmet products on the shelves: fancy teas, nuts, preserves, etc. If your giftee doesn't have a Trader Joe's in his/her area, that store is a cornucopia of great gift ideas.
6. Tickets to plays, concerts and other cultural events make welcome gifts.
It's probably a good idea to give tickets to something fun, which would sort of rule out the current show at ACT, "The Quality of Life," because it's a colossal downer -- but it's also one of the most powerful pieces of theater I've seen in a long time. I'm finding that more and more, the ACT shows that are imported wholesale from other companies ("Life" was brought in from L.A. with 3/4 of its cast intact) tend to be better than the ones with its core acting company; maybe they need to rethink their casting strategy. "Life," written and directed by Jane Anderson, is the story of two couples: conservative Christians from Ohio, and a couple of freewheeling Bay Area aging-hippie types. The women are cousins, and the Ohio pair goes to visit the Californians after the latter's home is destroyed in a fire. The hippies, Neil and Jeannette, are living in a yurt on their property, with no plans to rebuild. The midwesterners, Bill and Dinah, think that's a bit, well, odd -- and that's just the beginning of the culture clash.
But what could easily have been a routine red state vs. blue state, Christians vs. secular humanist clash of the baby boomers turns out to have so much more depth. We find out early in the first act that Neil is dying of cancer and that Bill and Dinah's only daughter, a young woman in college, was brutally murdered. The two couples have very different coping mechanisms, and Bill heartily disapproves of Neil and Jeannette's methods. He seems harsh and judgmental, but we never forget that he is a man in great pain. Act One ends with a shocking revelation -- it reminded me of another theatrical drama, "Proof," which does the same thing, making you wish they'd rush back from intermission so you can find out what happens.
"The Quality of Life" is brilliantly acted by Broadway veteran Dennis Boutsikaris and a trio of actors best known for their TV and movie roles: Steven Culp ("Desperate Housewives"), Laurie Metcalf ("Roseanne") and JoBeth Williams (the "Poltergeist" films). They really make these characters come to life as believable people, not just one-dimensional mouthpieces for their points of view. "Quality" plays for another 10 days, and I highly recommend it to my local readers. |
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| Saturday, November 08, 2008 |
| Forward, march |
Joe and I went to San Francisco last night to take part in the anti-Prop. 8 demonstration. I am not someone who tends to get involved in these sorts of things -- the goal of the march was to shut down traffic on Market St., and I teased Joe that if we had been driving in the city (as we had been on Thursday night) he would have gone bananas -- but I figured it was important to send a message, since the protest was guaranteed to get lots of media coverage, so there should be as many people there as possible. We gathered at the Civic Center at 5:30 and marched down Market St. to Castro, and then finished up at Dolores Park. The Mercury News estimated that there were 2,000 people, while this morning's Chronicle simply said "several thousand." (I think there were definitely more than 2,000 people, but crowds are notoriously hard to count.) Local blog SFist.com puts the number somewhere between 15,000 and 25,000. Let's just say there were lots of people there, 'k?
The story was at the top of all the local newscasts last night -- you can watch some footage here.
The coolest thing about the march? When we wound up at Dolores Park, Joe actually ran into a lesbian couple whose wedding he had performed on Monday!! They hugged him and thanked him for coming to the protest. That was really neat.
I found this fantastic letter online, written by a Vermont mom about eight years ago. Here's an excerpt (though you should read the whole thing; it's enlightening):
At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won't get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don't know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.
If you want to tout your own morality, you'd best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I'm puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that's not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?
It's not a "choice" or a "lifestyle"; it just is. And those of us who are straight should accept it and move on. |
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| Friday, November 07, 2008 |
| The last laugh |
You can't tell a person in a restaurant not to eat, or ask someone in a library not to read. And you definitely can't order someone in a comedy club not to laugh.
So there was nothing we could do last night at Cobb's Comedy Club about the guy sitting in back of us -- the guy with THE MOST ANNOYING LAUGH IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD.
It was as high-pitched as a whistling tea kettle; as relentless as a car alarm. Listening to it was like being poked in the ear with a knitting needle for 90 minutes.
And it never stopped. Nothing was not hilarious, from the first word to the last. It was so annoying that the comedian actually commented on it. Of course, that just made him laugh more.
The Laugh from Hell ruined our evening. But what could we do? The place was packed; there was no place to run or hide.
I've been to many shows at Cobb's, which is usually set up with small tables and chairs. Last night, they had removed all of the tables and squeezed in about a zillion chairs. It was supremely uncomfortable. The only good thing about it was that there was no way to enforce their usual two-drink minimum, but I would rather spring for a couple overpriced beverages than be pinned into a chair all night. The long standby line of people waiting to get into the sold-out club made me wonder why Brand hadn't been booked into a larger venue, like the Warfield.
The performer last night was English comic Russell Brand, who, as he admitted, is hugely famous in the U.K. (a large portion of the audience cheered when he asked if there were any Brits in the house) but not particularly well known in the U.S. He is probably most famous for his stint hosting MTV's Video Music Awards a few months ago, when he got into hot water with the channel's tween audience for making a crack about the Jonas Brothers' virginity pledge. This, however, was nothing compared to the firestorm that ensued last month in Britain when some crank calls he made to an elderly actor were aired on his BBC Radio 2 program. This was such a big deal that he was actually denounced by Prime Minister Gordon Brown.
Brand didn't really address the crank call controversy last night, though many in the audience were obviously aware of it. Maybe he'll work it into material for his next show. There was a ton of stuff about the MTV Awards, though, including the promo he cut with Britney Spears and an elephant, and he did a dramatic reading from some of the hate mail he'd received after the show. Most of his material, which he is working on for a forthcoming Comedy Central special, is about himself and his adventures in fame and infamy -- it could all come across as tiresomely self-absorbed, but he does it all with a nod and a wink and manages to come across as a likable chap, someone you'd like to sit down and have a beer with (were it not for the fact that he is clean & sober after years of addiction). With his tight trousers and long hair, he looks just like the rock star he played so memorably in "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." I enjoyed his highly verbal comedy stylings (the man has a real way with words), but I suspect I'll enjoy them even more on the TV special without the painful intrusion of Laughing Guy.
In "Dancing With the Stars" news, Susan was, as I predicted, the one to go. I was momentarily excited by the announcement of a new "DWtS" tour, featuring many of the pros and a handful of stars from the show, until Joe went online and found out that tickets cost $50 (for the nosebleed seats -- not even worth considering) to $225, not counting the Ticketmaster charges. I'm sorry, but for $225, I'd expect a personal lap dance from Cristian de la Fuente. I have a few contacts in the TV biz so maybe I'll try to get into a taping of the show someday. |
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| Wednesday, November 05, 2008 |
| Party down |
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"I urge all Americans who supported me to join me in not just congratulating [Obama], but offering our next president our good will and earnest effort to find ways to come together to find the necessary compromises to bridge our differences and help restore our prosperity, defend our security in a dangerous world, and leave our children and grandchildren a stronger, better country than we inherited. Whatever our differences, we are fellow Americans. And please believe me when I say no association has ever meant more to me than that."
-Senator John McCain, from his very classy concession speech.
Here's a good opinion piece by conservative columnist Debra J. Saunders, and an eloquent editorial from the New York Times.
I'd be happier if Prop. 8 had failed. Ah well, it's Wednesday, and you know what that means -- the "Dancing with the Stars" results show airs tonight! Will Susan fox-trot her way into the losers' circle? Which squishy 80s hit will guest star Lionel Richie serenade us with? And after threatening to keep showing up, but failing to do so on Monday, will Cloris reappear? |
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| Tuesday, November 04, 2008 |
| Today's Lunch Special |
Barack-oli and Mi-shells
Use this recipe and substitute medium pasta shells for the gemelli. This dish was named by my friends Janet & Andy's kids after attending the Obama Rally in Columbus, OH over the weekend.
Accompany it with a Blue Hawaii, or if you're under 21, the designated driver or simply waiting to imbibe until after the polls close, Blue Punch. |
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| Monday, November 03, 2008 |
| How NOT to succeed in business |
March 2007. That was when I resolved never again to shop at Circuit City, which decided to lay off 3,400 workers in order to save money. The laid-off workers were the most experienced, and thus the highest paid. The replacements, presumably, could be paid peanuts.
Now, in the age of online shopping, the only reason to buy components in a brick and mortar store is because you can get personal service and someone who really knows the equipment can help you decide what's right for you. A lot of our home audio and video equipment is from Magnolia, where a sales associate spent several hours helping us make our choice. (Then a team came to our home and set it up for us.) As a result, we've been completely satisfied with our purchase, and I'm sure it will continue to serve us well for years to come.
According to a human resources consultant quoted in this April 2007 article, "It will give [Circuit City] short-term gains, but for the long term it’s like shooting yourself in both feet with a howitzer."
How right he was. Today brought the news that Circuit City will be closing 20 percent of its stores. Its stock is currently trading at about 38 cents a share and is likely to be delisted. "We think there is a fair chance (Circuit City) will be forced to file for Chapter 11" bankruptcy protection, according to one analyst.
The March 2007 layoffs weren't mentioned in any of the current articles I read, but I find it hard to imagine that they didn't play some part in the company's downfall. |
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| Sunday, November 02, 2008 |
| Hartburn |
I skipped book group the day we were scheduled to discuss John Hart's The King of Lies, so I wrote a review:
Many years ago, I read the hot book of the moment, The Bridges of Madison County, and one sentence from it has stuck in my mind ever since: "I am the highway and the peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea," the hero whispers to his swooning lady love. That bit of Iowa corn came to typify to me the school of overwrought sensitive-man fiction, along with the opening of Pat Conroy's The Prince of Tides: "I killed a bald eagle for pleasure, for the singularity of the act, despite the divine, exhilarating beauty of its solitary flight over schools of whiting."
As someone who prefers spare prose to the florid and wordy, I can't say I was too enthusiastic about plunging into John Hart's "King of Lies," which boasts a blurb from Conroy on the front cover. The narrator is a down-on-his-luck attorney in a small North Carolina town, trapped in a loveless marriage to Barbara, who suddenly rekindles her interest in him when his dad's murder means he will soon be inheriting a boatload of money: "She stood transfixed, pinned between the moon and a soft spill of light from the bathroom closet... She shifted under my scrutiny and her breasts moved in unison." Well, they usually do, unless you're a stripper with a talent for twirling tasseled pasties.
We soon learn that the lawyer, nicknamed Work, hated his father and was glad to see him go. Unfortunately, Dad was a control freak and managed to screw up his son's life from beyond the grave; he put all kinds of preconditions in his will, chief among them that Work can't share any of his inheritance with his sister Jean. A fragile girl who has a record of past suicide attempts, Jean now lives with a tough-as-nails lesbian named Alex who hates all men, Work in particular. When it starts to look like Jean might have killed their father, Work decides he must save her, even if it means that the law will soon be eyeing him with suspicion.
I don't tend to look to mystery fiction for feminist role models, but I have to say that the women in The King of Lies are not what you'd call well-rounded (unless, of course, you're referring to Barbara's breasts). Work's wife is a social-climbing bitch, his sister is a damaged waif, the female cop is a ball-buster. And then there's Vanessa, Work's mistress, the noble farm woman who has loved him passionately since they were children, despite the fact that he married Barbara to please his father; she was willing to be his side dish, sort of like a rustic Camilla Parker Bowles, because Work is just that special.
So why did I make it through all 310 pages of The King of Lies? Mainly because Hart hooks the reader with the promise of big revelations, mainly about the contents of Work's dad's safe and the truth about mean and mysterious Alex. When the answers come, they don't disappoint. Despite all the adjectives, the book moves along at a brisk clip. If Hart manages to keep a lid on the look-Ma-I'm-writing pyrotechnics next time out, I might be willing to give him another shot.
Along with The King of Lies, I read the following books in October:
Jennifer McMahon, Island of Lost Girls
Ann B. Ross, Miss Julia Takes Over
Laura Lippman, What the Dead Know
Lee Goldberg, Mr. Monk Goes to Germany
Lisa Lutz, The Spellman Files
All are fiction and the McMahon, Lippman and Lutz were for my book group. |
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