Something literary from the NYTimes review of a new book, Flapper.
If "Flapper" does ascribe the birth of the jazz age to the nubile young Zelda Sayre, Fitzgerald's future bride — whose taste for mischief once led her to pin mistletoe to her derrière — it soon moves on to other examples. Consider the quaint courtroom case of Eugenia Kelly, a 19-year-old heiress whose mother, Helen Kelly, feared that Eugenia had become the victim of a "tango pirate" and was "likely to become depraved." For Miss Kelly an inheritance was at stake, and it trumped the tango pirate's charms. But for other, less privileged American changelings, there was every reason to abandon old ideas of decorum and sample the jazziest of the new.
It is a sad comment on our society that so few aspire to be tango pirates anymore.
her new musical, Jesus Christ Mary Sue.
BWAH!
My step-mother just sent me a couple books by some friends of hers. They are Tony Hillerman/Angel crossovers. Seriously. A Navajo cop (although NM State Police, not Tribal Police) gets turned into a vampire, but he's still good and fights (supernatural) crime.
I read the first one in one biking session. The plot isn't all that bad, but my word. The writing is atrocious. And I'm as close to the perfect target audience as you can get!
Oh, I think I read one of those!
OMG...
Of course Sherman Alexie's "Indian Killer" guarantees I see Hillerman as an insecure, wanna-be bedwetter because that's what his Hillerman-type is like...it really has influenced my view of him.
What's a tango pirate?
What's a tango pirate?
Like a stevedore. Only with a rose in his teeth.
it would be hard to resist that.
Some of the tango pirates were really privateers for the dancing queen.
OK, I know a lot of you like the Honor Harrington books. I've been feeling in a very space-opera mood lately, and picked up the first one at the used bookstore the other day, just cracked it open.
Someone please tell me it gets better. I mean, I'm only ten pages in, but...dude. Empathic tree cat? Seriously?
