I was charmed by the simplicity of this tale. It reminded me more of something that might be written by John Steinbeck.
Inspired by his childhood in Arkansas, A Painted House (2001) is Grisham’s first major work outside the legal thriller genre in which he established himself.
Set in the late summer and early fall of 1952, its story is told through the eyes of seven-year-old Luke Chandler, the youngest in a family of cotton farmers struggling to harvest their crop and earn enough to settle their debts. …
Dark themes. Yet I laughed at something on nearly every page.
When Duffy grudgingly takes on a double murder case, he finds himself on the trail of a conspiracy which could cost him everything.
Belfast, 1985.
Gunrunners on the borders, riots in the cities, The Power of Love on the radio. And somehow, in the middle, Detective Inspector Sean Duffy is hanging on, a Catholic policeman in the hostile Royal Ulster Constabulary.
Click PLAY or watch the Tom Waits song from the same era on YouTube.
More entertaining than the fiction of Graham Greene, Ian Fleming, or John Le Carré.
In the case of Philby, truth stranger than fiction.
I can see how Kim Philby evaded detection for so long — but not Guy Burgess. He was a hopeless alcoholic looking for trouble, yet kept getting promoted.
Those closest to him—like his fellow MI6 officer and best friend since childhood, Nicholas Elliot, and the CIA’s head of counterintelligence, James Jesus Angleton—knew him as a loyal confidant and an unshakeable patriot.
Philby was a brilliant and charming man who rose to head Britain’s counterintelligence against the Soviet Union. Together with Elliott and Angleton he stood on the front lines of the Cold War, holding Communism at bay. But he was secretly betraying them both: He was working for the Russians the entire time.
I’ve sent plenty of money to Amazon via my subscription to Audible.com.
This is probably my last year.
The IOS app is lousy.
Books are overpriced in my opinion. I pay about US $10 each by taking advantage of special deals.
In 2020 almost every audio book I want is available through my library — so long as I’m willing to wait a few weeks.
Like every subscription service, Audible has tried since 2016 to keep my business by including original content unavailable elsewhere. Podcasts. Novellas. Much of that is free for subscribers. Two books / month, for example.
But it’s not enough to keep me.
The Getaway by Greer Hendricks & Sarah Pekkanen, for example.
2 hours long. Not a bad little psychological thriller. But not enough to motivate me to stay on with Audible.
BUT the most insight I’ve ever gotten into the weird world of North Korea.
Star of the North opens in 1998, when a Korean American teenager is kidnapped from a South Korean beach by North Korean operatives.
Twelve years later, her brilliant twin sister, Jenna, is still searching for her, and ends up on the radar of the CIA. When evidence that her sister may still be alive in North Korea comes to light, Jenna will do anything possible to rescue her–including undertaking a daring mission into the heart of the regime.
… braided together with two other narrative threads.
In one, a North Korean peasant woman finds a forbidden international aid balloon and uses the valuables inside to launch a dangerously lucrative black-market business.
In the other, a high-ranking North Korean official discovers, to his horror, that he may be descended from a traitor, a fact that could mean his death if it is revealed. …
Fifty Grand was the title of an Ernest Hemmingway short story.
In this Fifty Grand, Mercado, the heroine, is a hot-shot Cuban cop who has fluked a visa to Mexico City so that she can travel from there, via a coyote road, to the Colorado town of Fairview.
Mercado is on a mission to avenge her father’s death in a hit-and-run accident; also to find evidence that he didn’t mean to abandon her on the eve of her all-important 15th birthday.
She poses as an illegal worker at an upscale Ski Resort. Something like Telluride.
McKinty writes no bad books.
But I enjoyed this stand alone book least of those I’ve read.