Okay, I didn’t mean to brain my asshole brother-in-law. But, sometimes some people just need a braining.
When I stepped in the abode after pulling a double shift, there he was. Drinking my gin (the good one I hide in the back of the freezer behind my wife’s soy, veggie burgers — the “Southwest Style” ones), watching my flat-screen, and sitting in my favorite couch-spot. I let the first three slide off me like Rain-X fleeing off your windshield if you drive fast enough.
It was that bestial braying sound that passes in his life for a laugh that made me pull up short. Continue reading
Running Girl and The Major would like to introduce you to some of the books that they like so much that they have read them on more than one occasion.
(TM) Portofino by Frank Shaeffer. Calvin Becker is a teenaged boy who lives with his whacky, missionary family in Switzerland. Each year they take a vacation in Portofino on the Italian riviera. Calvin’s misadventures are so funny that you will be reading through tears of laughter at times. The octopus story is one of the most humorous things I have ever read. There are two further books that chronicle Calvin’s attempts to survive his dysfunctional family while trying to land the beautiful Jennifer. Continue reading
The near future has been laid out for us recently by a number of authors. In several new novels, fiction readers have been offered a glimpse into visions of the years to come.
It ain’t pretty, my friends. Continue reading
I was having coffee with two old friends, Warren Peace and Les Mis, al fresco at Café des Flores. They were discussing how family and neighbors allowed an old man named Goriot to starve himself to death on the left bank. Apparently the man had been wealthy, but had given away everything to support his two greedy daughters.
Our indignation over this sorry state of affairs was interrupted by a commotion caused by a fading prostitute called Nana, who was arguing vociferously with a John whom she claimed was her former beau.
Out from a side street stepped Gertrude and Alice walking their faithful Pomeranian. Continue reading
All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. If you read it you must stop where the Nigger Jim is stolen from the boys. That is the real end. The rest is just cheating. But it’s the best book we’ve had. All American writing come from that. There was nothing before. There has been nothing as good since.
Ernest Hemingway, Green Hills of Africa (1935).
A vigorous discussion with my neighbors led to my rereading of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I wrote about this back in January.
In short, the publication of Professor Alan Gribben’s new edition of Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer touched off a firestorm. You may remember that Gribben’s version substitutes the word slave for Twain’s word nigger in the text. The NewSouth edition is intended for young and high school readers. Gribben does not seek to replace Twain’s original version. Continue reading
Selections of finely written passages by great authors.
The truth was simpler. Women knew it in their hearts. Since he was too tactful to say it to her, he was obligated to set it out impartially for himself. Repetition was helpful. Older men were better companions, they were seasoned lovers, they knew the world, they knew themselves. Unlike younger men, they held their emotions in balance. They had read more, seen more, they were warmer, kinder, less boastful, more tolerant, less violent. They were more interesting, they could choose the wine. The had more money. Continue reading