To Be Fair We’re Unbalanced
Here’s the problem. After umpteen posts that fall into the unsolicited category, a catchall without cachet, there have been three crime fiction posts. Three. No wonder I’m in trouble with the Underwriting Committee, the Steering Committee, and the Mini-Soviet. This blog is a random walk through the delta of low hanging flora we call publishing. One more bite of the apple? Well, my performance appraisal is in, ready for my initials. Toes are tapping with impatiens( flora.) The lady in accounting thinks I’m the one who demagnetized her lifesize Eiffel Tower thingy on the side of her computer. I wouldn’t know how to go about it. Sure, I still have Garfield flashbacks with those yellow feet in the rear window, but I’ve trained myself to just look away.
More coverage of the crime fiction beat. I gave myself a D minus in this category. Must improve. Best of intentions gone awry. I blame Dexter. Not Pete, the Florida guy, the character in Darkly Dreaming Dexter. Breakout book from Doubleday, editor same as Dan Brown’s. I didn’t like the book.
Peter Abraham’s Oblivion is more to my liking. I haven’t quite finished it, but I have every confidence that it will end as it began. I may review over at Collected Miscellany this Friday.