Lethal White by Robert Galbraith

This is the fourth book in the Cormoran Strike crime fiction series. It has an absorbing plot, believable characters, and well-written dialogue. For purely personal reasons I liked the setting - southern England  – and the author’s descriptions of London neighborhoods, a topic near and dear to my heart. The action moves along nicely, and the relationship between the principal characters - Strike and his employee Robin Ellacott - is  tense, deep and skillfully drawn. 

My one complaint is that I had difficulty keeping track of the secondary characters and how they're related to the plot, and to each other. There are so many of them. I often wanted to back up and refresh my memory. That would have been easy to do when reading on Kindle - just use the search for the character's name, and up pops a list of every time he/she is mentioned. But you can't do that with a hard copy edition, which is what I had in hand. I found myself wishing that Rowling would give us a list of characters right at the beginning, like Shakespeare did. I tried to scribble my own dramatis personae on my bookmark, together with the page number where they first appear. The list for the first 100 pages was 17 characters long. After that, I just gave up and went with the flow. It was well worth the effort.

N.B.  I read the second and third books in the series (The Silkworm and Career of Evil) 10 years ago. As to when I read the first, that is lost in the mists of time. I read most of the Harry Potter books as well. Rowling, aka Robert Galbraith, is a remarkable talent.

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Witch Wood by John Buchan

"Witch Wood," one of three novels contained in this volume, takes place in Scotland during the Anglo-Scottish War of 1650-1652. For those who aren't familiar with that war (I wasn't), there's a good summary in Wikipedia.

Plot summary: David Sempill is a newly ordained minister assigned to the isolated Scottish Border village of Woodilee. He discovers that his congregation includes a group who secretly conduct pagan rituals in a nearby forest, the Black Wood of Melanudrigill (thus, the book's title). The minister views this as witchcraft, devil worship and blasphemy, and vows to it stamp out. He finds few allies but embarks on his mission regardless. At same time, he is torn between his belief in God on one hand, and the rigid dogma of the Scottish Presbyterian church on the other. The church is more of an obstruction than anything, and he receives little or no support from church officials - quite the opposite, in fact. He frequently asks himself if he would be better suited to the life of a soldier.

This book was a very satisfying read. Characters are believable and well developed. Buchan's presentation of the gut-wrenching conflicts the minister faces give us empathy for the character. I found the historical background interesting, leaving me wanting to know more about what are known as The Wars of the Three Kingdoms. 

The plot proceeds at a leisurely pace, as books from this era do, with much more narration than dialogue. There's a nice love story subplot involving the minister and Katrine Yester, who personifies the benign side of nature and has no fear of the Black Forest. Some of the locals believe she is "the queen of the fairies." I also enjoyed the pastoral scenes, with fine descriptions of the landscape of the borderlands. It must have been a beautiful but harsh place to live in. 

I began with the Audible audiobook version. But in the spoken format, it was sometimes hard to understand the Scots dialect of some characters.  For example, Mark Kerr (one of the more interesting characters) remarks: "'The Kirk has made the yett of grace ower wide for sinful men, and all ither yetts ower narrow." Yett is Scottish for gate. Kerr is commenting on the Presbyterian concept of predestination: the elect have already been chosen by God for eternal life even if they sin, whereas everyone else can never enter Heaven no matter how virtuous they are.

Despite the dialect, I kept listening. The plot and the historical content intrigued me. About two-thirds of the way through I started reading it in book form (Kindle, actually), thinking that reading words rather than hearing them would make things more transparent. Indeed that was the case and I read hell-bent-for-leather until the end. Now I'm re-reading my favorite parts on the Kindle. That's how gripping the story was. 

Further Reading:

Lin, Hsin-Ying. "That puts it not unto the Touch, To win or lose it all: The Moral Metaphor of Witchcraft in John Buchan's Witch Wood". Wenshan Review of Literature and Culture. 8 (2): 5. June 2015.

McCleary, Alastair: "John Buchan and the Path of the Keen." English Literature in Translation, 1880-1920. Vol 29:3. 1986.

Long Cool Woman In a Black Dress

This tune fascinated me when it hit the charts in 1972, largely because I couldn't fully understand the lyrics. That was partly due to the echo applied to Allan Clarke's vocals, but also because the lyrics seemed to mention working for the FBI, the DA man and a tall walking big black cat. Was that really what he was singing? Why would The Hollies, an English pop group, would want to sing about something so American? 

Eventually I tracked down the lyrics (see below) and found this video of The Hollies' performing it live. This swept away all doubt. Unlike most YouTube videos, this is clearly a live performance. We clearly hear Clarke's vocal without the echo. And the two-guitar break halfway through (long a favorite of mine) is nicely done.

Saturday night I was downtown
Working for the F.B.I.
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high

Bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the D.A. man
When I heard this woman singing a song.

(Chorus)
A pair of 45s made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5-9 beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
Cause that long cool woman had it all.

I saw her heading to the table
Well, a tall walking big black cat
Charlie said, I hope that you're able, boy
'Cause I'm telling you she knows where it's at
Well, suddenly we hear the sirens
And everybody started to run
Jumping under doors and tables
I heard somebody shooting a gun.

The D.A. was pumping my left hand
She was holding my right
Well, I told her, don't get scared
'Cause you're gonna be spared
I've gotta be forgiven if I wanna spend my living
With a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5-9 beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all

Seventeen by Booth Tarkington

I read Tarkington's Penrod novels when I was a young lad, but I never got around to reading Seventeen. Perhaps that was because I was less than 17 at the time. Now I have taken the plunge, and I loved it. 

Contemporary readers will find that Seventeen is written in an old-fashioned style, which is not surprising since it was published in 1916. It revolves around a 17-year-old boy who is infatuated with Lola Pratt (great name!), a stranger who visits his small Midwest town for the summer. 

The book has a major flaw in that it depicts black people in ways that are unacceptable by today's standards. But so did Huckleberry Finn. For my part, I was willing to endure what some will find offensive because Tarkington, like Twain, is simply a superb writer.  Tarkington does a fine job of depicting teenage angst in a way that one has to live through to understand. His descriptions of William's feelings for the young lady who has stolen his heart are spot on. I could cite any number of examples, but one will suffice. Describing William's heartache: 

"Alas! he considered his sufferings a new invention in the world... he passed through phases of emotion which would have kept an older man busy for weeks and left him wrecked at the end of them." (p. 186)

One of my favorite scenes is set at a party at which William struggles to get one single dance with Lola. Here the book is completely detached from today's world. Teenagers dance to live music supplied by "Italians with harp, violin and flute, promising great things for dancing on a fresh-clipped lawn" (p. 195). William's rival is indisposed (vomiting, as it would be called today), giving our hero the opportunity he has been waiting for all night:

"Then gaily tinkled harp, gaily sang flute and violin! Over the greensward William lightly bore his lady, while radiant was the clear sky above the happy dancers. William's fingers touched those delicate fingers; the exquisite face smiled rosily up to him; the undreamable sweetness beat rhythmically upon his glowing ears; his feet moved in a rhapsody of companionship with hers....So passed the long, ineffable afternoon away - ah, Seventeen!" (p. 201)

It takes a special breed of reader to plow through 324 pages of this sort of writing. But I am that reader. Call me old-fashioned if you will. 

N.B. Seventeen was originally a series of "sketches" appearing in Metropolitan Magazine, later collected and published in novel form in 1916. It was the best-selling novel of the year in 1916,  the second consecutive year in which Tarkington headed the best-seller list, preceded in 1915 by his novel The Turmoil. 

Donald J. Trump vs. United States, Supreme Court, No. 23-939

I don't dare to put this on my other social media platforms, but I must speak out, if only to vent my concern. Having read the opinion of the court, I am appalled. The court seems to have gone out of its way to define a new paradigm of presidential immunity.  

I'm not a constitutional lawyer, or any sort of lawyer. But this is discouraging to say the least. I tend to support Justice Sotomayor's dissent: the majority decision "invents an atextual, ahistorical and unjustifiable immunity that puts the President above the law... This holding is unnecessary on the facts of the indictment, and the majority's attempt to apply it to the facts expands the concept of core powers beyond any recognizable bounds.... Argument by argument, the majority invents immunity through brute force." 

I also concur with David French's opinion piece in The New York Times, which says: "The Supreme Court isn’t a policy-making body; it’s an interpretive body... I disagree with the Supreme Court’s rulings for the most basic reason of all — they do not square with the text of the document the justices are supposed to interpret, and that means they’re granting the presidency a degree of autonomy and impunity that’s contrary to the structure and spirit of American government." 

The Ferryman by Justin Cronin

In terms of reader enjoyment and elegant prose, I'd give The Ferryman my highest rating. I congratulate the author on producing another fine novel that's somewhere between science fiction, fantasy and psychological thriller. 

So why is my Goodreads rating only three out of five stars? My one reservation is that Cronin's story contains a couple of wrenching plot twists. They're intriguing, but I'm still trying to reconcile some of the details. This is partly my fault, as I had to set the book aside for a couple of weeks while I attended to other priorities. To atone, I spent considerable time re-reading certain critical sections. Thank God for Kindle, which makes it easy to search for words like "Oranios" and "The Designer." Now I need a book discussion group to help me finish the task.

The theme of a "Designer"is key to this book. Readers with gnostic tendencies (a worthy lot) will recognize the concept of an artisan god separate from and subordinate to the original creator. But this book is not about theology. The Ferryman poses the question: what is real, and what is illusion? This brings to mind a favorite Moody Blues lyric, but let's not get bogged down in "Nights in White Satin." Instead, here are some of my favorite passages from The Ferryman: 

• "...it was and always would be impossible to know what was dream and what was not... all creation was boxes within boxes within boxes, each the dream of a different god."  
• "There is the thing... and then there is the echo of the thing, the shadow of the thing." Echoes and dreams play a large part in this book. Dreaming is almost deviant behavior in the world Cronin creates, but some people do it anyway. They can't help it.
• "So none of this is real, is what you're saying." "Oh, I wouldn't say that. More like a reality of a certain kind. A shadow kind, if you will." Cronin provides a nice synopsis of Plato's cave parable here.

This is heady stuff. Cronin also has a point of view on current events, including climate change and the increasing disparity between the rich and everyone else. Those who seek further analysis and commentary may want to follow the links below. 

External Links

• New York Times Book Review.  An Island Utopia Where Nobody Dies and the Living Is Easy." May 1, 2023.
• Kirkus Reviews. Twisty, Thrilling and Beautifully Written. April 11, 2023.
• Esquire. "How Justin Cronin Wrote the Ultimate Holy Sh*t Moment in The Ferryman." May 2, 2023.
• Washington Post.  Justin Cronin Returns with "The Ferryman", an Apocalyptic Thriller. April 25, 2023.

World War II Fiction: A Partial List

My father, born in 1930, was an avid reader of fiction about World War II. Too young to participate in the war himself, I suppose this was his way of experiencing it vicariously. 

Many of the titles listed below were stored in boxes in our attic during my childhood. The rest are books I picked up here and there as an adult.  They provided me with many hours of exciting reading. 

• The Caine Mutiny (Wouk) - one of my all-time favorites of any genre
• Once An Eagle (Myrer)
• Battle Cry (Uris) - I've lost track of how many times I've read it
  
• The Winds of War (Wouk; a trilogy)
• Catch-22 (Heller)
• The Young Lions (Shaw) 
  
• From Here to Eternity (Jones)
• The Naked and the Dead (Mailer)
• Von Ryan's Express (Westheimer)
• King Rat (Clavell)
• The Cruel Sea (Monserrat)
• Landfall (Shute)
• The Chequer Board (Shute)
• The Good Shepherd (Forrester)
• Tales of the South Pacific (Michener)
• The Big War (Myrer) - I may re-read this one; I scarcely recall anything about it.
• Don't Go Near the Water (Brinkley) - a humorous treatment
• Where Eagles Dare (Maclean) 
• Eye of the Needle (Follett)
• Jackdaws (Follett)

In several cases (Wouk, Uris, Shaw, Follett) the books listed above set me on a longer-term effort to read the author's other work that has been quite rewarding. Many of these novels became films. But don't judge these books by the movies.