A few more books have trickled in as Good Friday and Passover provide a respite from commerce if only for a few days. Stock exchanges are closed and not a single member of the military establishment has sought Don Rumsfeld’s resignation since late Thursday. Say what you will about the Bush administration, train wreck, Nixon without the laughs, it takes a lot of effort to alienate retired generals, hippies, Latinos, African-Americans, women, a handful of white guys, and Republican lawyers with shotguns. Let’s give them an A for effort. I think Scooter Libby summed it nicely when he said he wasn’t going to hide behind the president who told him to leak Valerie Plame’s name to the press after her old man failed to find Saddam’s hand in the yellowcake.
Here now the books: Days of Rage by Kris Nelscott. Black Panthers. Weathermen SDS. Trisha Nixon’s engagement. Two of these form part of the background for this novel set in Chi-town circa 1968. Smokey Dalton is underground to protect his son who witnessed the assassination of Martin Luther KIng and knows James Earl Ray didn’t pull the trigger. The Days of Rage was an event planned by the Weathermen during the Chicago Eight trial; with this charged set up Kris Nelscott writes a novel about dead bodies in a rundown Queen Anne home in Chicago. It’s intriguing and well written but the devil is in the details and there are a lot of details about architecture, building maintenance, and how to avoid riots in the Loop. I like Smokey and empathize with his dilemma but the pacing undermines the tension. The new science of forensics (1968) doesn’t feel new. Smokey is a careful man and Kris Nelscott is a careful writer and this book feels cautious and restrained.
If you’re scoring at home you might think how come so many titles from SMP Minotaur are mentioned on this blog? Is the earl some sort of paid flack? Sadly no. They send a lot of books for review; TWB, Hachette, does too. Harper Collins does in fits and starts. Because the staff here at One More Bite of the Apple is imaginary, they don’t do a lot of actual work, no matter how many memos I write. Luckily it rains a lot here.