As so often happens, I've watched a light and frothy animated movie from Pixar while you were polishing up your essay on the play of light and shadow in Hiroshima, Mon Amour. But that doesn't make me a bad person, does it?
The animation in this one is great, as you'd expect from Pixar, and the voices are up to the animation: Bonnie Hunt, Owen Wilson, Larry the Cable Guy, Click & Clack (The Tappet Brothers), and even Paul Newman, to name a few.
The story is a variation of what I call "The Mayberry Story." You remember the one where the hotshot, shelfish businessman who's in a big hurry to get somewhere speeds through Mayberry, gets arrested, and has to spend a couple of days there? When it comes time for him to leave, he's grown to love the slow pace and simple life of the small town and to appreciate and like the people who live there. Okay, if you remember that, then you have the plot of this movie in a nutshell. Hey, it works. Toss in some funny bits, and you have a winner. Check it out after you finish the revisions on that essay.
. . . but I can't blog about it, and it might not ever air.
The News-Gazette.com:Hoopeston native- and alligator- hope to meet president: "Hoopeston native Dan Breeding has met Kelly Ripa, Jay Leno and David Letterman.On Monday, Breeding anticipates adding President Bush to that list.'A guy does not bring a 7-foot alligator to the White House and not get to meet the president,' joked Breeding, 36, a wildlife educator and animal trainer who is taking some of his wild animals to the annual Easter Egg Roll on the south lawn of the White House."
So today's mail brought a copy of The Spider Chronicles, and then by e-mail this photo arrived. The book will be out from Five Star later this year, probably much later.
My copy arrived today. Obviously a classic collection, with a story by me called "The Marching Madmen," and lots of other great tales about The Master of Men. You can buy a copy from Amazon.
NPR : America's Forgotten War: A Series Overview: "NPR.org, April 2, 2007 � Nearly four decades ago, President Richard Nixon launched the war on drugs. In 1969 he declared, 'Winning the battle against drug abuse is one of the most important, the most urgent national priorities confronting the United States today.'That battle has been waged through seven White House administrations; in recent years, experts estimate the costs have run close to $40 billion annually. It's been fought overseas, with programs to eradicate coca and heroin production in Latin America and Asia, and efforts to interdict drugs as they are smuggled into the country over land, sea and air. It's been fought on American streets, with a law-enforcement crackdown that has resulted in nearly a half-million imprisonments over the last few decades. And it's been fought in countless U.S. communities with programs to educate, prevent and treat abuse.But after all these battles and all these billions, what's been accomplished?"
Knight Rider's KITT restored, up for sale at auto dealer | Chron.com - Houston Chronicle: "KITT, the flame-throwing, river-jumping, talking muscle car from the '80s TV show Knight Rider, is up for sale.Restored to its debut-season glory, the modified black 1982 Pontiac Trans Am is offered at $149,995 at a Dublin auto dealership. Johnny 'Vette' Verhoek of Kassabian Motors has had the car, officially called Knight Industries Two Thousand, on display for about a month.It is one of four documented 'camera cars' used for close-up shots and scenes where David Hasselhoff, who played Michael Knight in the series, was behind the wheel."
Outcast is, hands down, the funniest book I’ve read in a long time. I don’t know if that’s intentional or not.
The fun starts with the cover blurb: “A novel that courageously comes to grips with the hidden problem of deviation among women.” Okay, that in itself isn’t funny, but it becomes amusing after you read the novel, which is isn't about the "problem" at all. It's about a guy named Harry, who has sexual encounters one after another with every woman he meets. I lost count after the sixth.
I believe the third woman is Sherri, who tells him that he doesn’t stand a chance with her because “I haven’t been touched by a man in five years. I’m a lesbian.”
Sherri expects Harry to condemn her: “To you I’m just a freak, something that ought to be in a sideshow.” But Harry fools her. “Okay, so you’re a lesbian. How was I to know? It’s nothing to me – I believe in live and let live. You get your kicks your way, I get mine another . . . . I’ll take you to your place, beautiful. Relax.”
The effect of this “quick speech made on the spur of the moment” is that Sherri falls into Harry’s arms, "her wide green eyes brightly blurring and her lips, wetted quickly by the flick of a pink tongue, shaping themselves into a kiss." Harry quickly realizes that “Sherri was starved.” So he gives her everything he has, so to speak.
The next thing you know she wants to marry him. Later the same tactic, along with a little rough stuff, works on Sherri's "friend" Terry. When Prudence joins in a threesome with them, Harry has her, too.
So much for the “problem of deviation among women.” Just introduce them to Harry. "Problem" solved.
And some of the dialogue is classic stuff: “‘I’m hip,’ Terry said. ‘I feel like having a real sick evening, dig? He’s like wild.’”
Did I mention the plot? It’s pretty much what I said above. Harry has sexual encounters with every woman he meets (including the nurse when he’s in the hospital after a serious automobile accident). You have to read it to believe it. You can do that in an hour or so, since the book is very short, probably not more than 40K words. Check it out, assuming you have a copy lying around. As funny as it is, it’s not worth the prices they’re asking on the ‘net.
So check it out.Fender's BLAG: "What the hell is a blag? Well, it's like a blog but it's a page where I plan to brag about myself and the tremendous effect I've had on this puny world during my 60 years. I hope to add to this occasionally but for now I'm starting off with the obvious."
When I read the news on the Mystery*File blog this morning, I hoped there was some mistake, but Donald Hamilton's death has been confirmed. This is truly bad news. I'd hoped that someday we'd see the rumored final Matt Helm novel in print, but I don't have much hope of that now.Hamilton was a wonderful writer, as anyone who's ever read his books already knows. The Matt Helm series alone would be enough to establish him as an important contributor to the crime, mystery, and spy fields, but standalones like Line of Fire are, to me, even better. His Westerns are good, too, and several of them (most notably The Big Country) were filmed. The Matt Helm books were filmed as well, but not so notably.Recently Hard Case Crime reprinted Night Walker, so at least that one's easily available. The Helm books turn up on eBay all the time, and they're cheap. If you've never read Hamilton's work, you should. It's top of the line, and I'm very sorry to hear he's gone.
Update: Steve Lewis of Mystery*File has confirmed that the unpublished Matt Helm novel does indeed exist. Read his comments here.
Schools refuse gifts of 'boring' classics | News | This is London
Dozens of schools have rejected gifts of free classic books because today's pupils find them too 'difficult' to read, it has emerged.
Around 50 schools have refused to stock literary works by the likes of Jane Austen, William Shakespeare and Charles Dickens after admitting that youngsters also find them boring.
The worrying figures were released by the Millennium Library Trust, which donates sets of up to 300 books to schools across the country.
David Campbell, who runs the Trust, also revealed that a further 50 schools had sent back the gifts as they were on the verge of closing down and another 40 said they had no library to store the books.
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I just can't stand it. I reported this a year ago, but I hoped it wasn't true. Apparently it is. And you kids get off my damn lawn!
. . . but I'm not going to use it.
And that reminds me that I hope you all saw "Opus" in your comics section yesterday. Steve Stilwell particularly recommends it.
Thanks to Jeff "I'm Not Bidding" Meyerson for the link.Anna Nicole action figure up on eBay: "Anna Nicole Smith has achieved a feat in death that she may never have accomplished in life — getting her own toy doll.The doll features a 'sexy figure with large bust', and its body is 'fully articulated and poseable,' according to the artist.While it is not known if Anna Nicole ever wanted herself to be crafted into doll form, the toy does lead the late Playboy playmate further down the path of her hero — Marilyn Monroe."
So there was young Bill Crider back in early 1967, 25 years old and looking at the paperbacks on the spinner rack in an Austin, Texas, convenience store, when what to his wondering eyes should appear but a paperback with this blurb on the cover: "A thriller from start to finish line . . . Francis is a story teller in the Raymond Chandler-Dashiell Hammett tradition." The book was Dick Francis' Odds Against, and while the blurb was enough to convince me I needed the book, I opened it up to check out the first paragraph: "I was never particularly keen on my job before the day I got shot and nearly lost it, along with my life. But the .38 slug of lead which made a pepper shaker of my intestines left me with fire in my belly in more ways thatn one. Otherwise I should never have met Zanna Martin, and would still be held fast in the spider threads of departed joys, of no use to anyone, least of all to myself."
Maybe you could have resisted making the purchase, but I couldn't. And I'm certainly glad I didn't. After that I went back and found Francis's earlier novels, and I read each one after that as soon as I could get my hands on it. While some have been better than others, I've never been really disappointed in a single one.
Under Orders is the latest, appearing a few years after Francis's announced retirement from the writing game. I don't know why he came back, but I'm glad he did. This one is narrated by Sid Halley, by coincidence the narrator of Odds Against. If the book isn't absolutely top drawer Francis, it's close enough, and that's a lot better than the average for just about anybody else.
Halley investigates both Internet gambling and the murder of a jockey suspected of fixing races. There's the usual thorough research one expects in a Francis novel, along with the requisite attempts to stop his investigation. This time the attempts are aimed at someone other than Halley, and you might think old Sid has escaped the usual harrowing experiences undergone by a Francis narrator. Dream on.
I found the narrative voice as engaging as ever and the pacing just as good. And doesn't that opening paragraph I quoted make you want to do back and read Odds Against again? Francis is one of the greats.
icLiverpool - Police quiz boy, 10, for calling schoolfriend 'gay': "A father criticised a police force today for launching an investigation after his ten-year-old son allegedly called a schoolfriend “gay” in an email.Company director Alan Rawlinson said he was astounded after two police officers arrived at his home in Bold Heath, Cheshire, to speak to his son George.The officers were called earlier this month after a parent complained that George had called her son a “gay boy” in an email."
The latest (Spring 2007) issue of Spinetingler is on-line. This one is full of great stuff. Check it out right here.
In a little while Judy and I will start home. It will be nice to get back to high-speed Internet access after several days of dial-up. I promise not to post any April Fool's jokes here today, so when I say that last night I saw Elvis, Jerry Lee, and Roy Orbison, you know I'm telling the truth.What happened was that we went to my brother's second annual party at the Mexia Civic Center. He invited just about everyone he knows or has ever known, and the first two guys on this page provided the entertainment. I mentioned Wayne King last year. His impression of Roy Orbison is so good that it's almost scary. He was in fine voice last night, and we enjoyed the show.
As so often happens, I've watched a light and frothy animated movie from Pixar while you were polishing up your essay on the play of light and shadow in Hiroshima, Mon Amour. But that doesn't make me a bad person, does it?
