I go now to dance with the White Death. 5-7 inches on the eve of my tournament. I love Wisconsin!
Now Playing
Brain Sludge, by the infrangible Bill Roper. And he looks like such a nice man, too! (I’d point to the lyrics, but Bill hasn’t posted them anywhere.)
And let me give a shout to Filk Radio while I’m at it. Especially made for those who like their music on wry. (If you have iTunes, you don’t need their dedicated player, but you won’t get the song titles if you don’t.)
Therapy
by Jonathan Kellerman. This is the second Alex Delaware mystery I’ve read (the first being The Web.
Kellerman’s books aren’t really “whodunits.” as they don’t play by those rules. They’re more “novels of suspense.” There’s no real puzzle to solve, as you can generally keep up with the sleuth’s knowledge through the entire book, and you know who did it as soon as the sleuth does. But it’s a good ride.
Kellerman keeps you wondering, though I admit my attention did flag a couple of times during the ride. There’s always enough suspense to keep the pages turning. You get a lok inside the world of psychologists (“pop” and otherwise) with agood cynical look at both TV types and activists. Along with a quite plausible scheme for bilking the California government for a 6-7 figure income. (Given the state of California’s finances, that in itself, is probably not very hard.)
Death in Silver
Another Doc Savage (I got lucky). Men in silver outfits are attacking all over Manhattan. What’s going on? Doc, Monk, and Ham track down what’s happening, with a brief cameo from his cousin, Pat. Among the gadgets that makes its appearance here is the Helldiver, Doc’s small sub.
Persistent little cusses, aren’t they?
Still getting comment spam thrown at me. Even though Google has kicked the legs out from under the business model for them. (Hat tip Dave Winer)