I think you could expand that exhortation to pretty much anyone.

Barbara Kingsolver is another writer I've always meant to read and never have.

I tried so hard with her.

"Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law" when they are supposed to mean "anything you say can/may be used against you in a court of law".

The first is so antagonistic to me. The second just sounds more like if you say something, we can run with it. I prefer to think I live in the later. Because I am just that idealistic and delusional.

I have a whole THING about Kingsolver. I really loved her early Arizona/NM books. It's gone downhill since then. I did not like Poisonwood Bible. I hated Animal Vegetable Mineral. Lacuna was annoying as shit. And the most recent was meh. Why do I keep reading her work? Because I loved Animal Dreams so much.

I have Animal Dreams! I've just never read it.

That's the only one I'd recommend. I STILL think of that book -- Loyd (with one L only) and genetics and quince. Hell, I should re-read it.

In my head, they used to say "can" on TV, and then someone said "can and will" to sound more macho and now everyone says "will". I don't know if that's accurate, but it's how I reconstruct it in my memory.

Some British murder mystery or other I read ages ago had a police detective musing that it should just be "can be used, yes, against, maybe not", I think that must have been before the "if you fail to disclose something on which you later rely in court your defense will be compromised" that Law & Order UK makes sound so good. If that isn't boilerplate, it's a pretty stylish riff.

BTW, I am SO CONFUSED by barristers who are not Crown Prosecutors prosecuting cases on Silk. I'm going with it, because if there's one thing I know about English law it's that I probably do not know even one thing, not really.

Hah! I was just about to say that Kingsolver gets a forever pass from me solely on account of Animal Dreams. There are sentences in that book that I linger over just the memory of, like remembering each amazing sip of a glorious bottle of wine. And the whole thing... mmmm. Brain drunk.

Brain drunk.

Such a great way to put it! I've felt that way about a few books. John Dollar by Marianne Wiggins, Mariette in Ecstasy by Ron Hansen (I think?), and Beloved. Well, and Susanna Moore's early stuff, like The Whiteness of Bones and My Old Sweetheart.

I am not caught up on Under the Dome, but those characters are so earth-shatteringly stupid.

I am back in Washington for the rest of the week, training my replacement. I didn't realize it would freak me out until I got here. I know, rationally, that I am allowed to leave on Friday, but my hindbrain is in full-on Admiral Ackbar mode.

I am not caught up on Under the Dome, but those characters are so earth-shatteringly stupid.

Spoiler: They do not get less stupid.