It’s that time again. Best Books lists are out. None seem particularly compelling. My own is short. Not a stellar crop this year.
Once Upon A River by Diane Setterfield
Snakes by Sadie Jones
The Uninvited Guests by Sadie Jones
Save Me The Plums by Ruth Reichl
New novels by Richard Russo, Elinor Lipman & Ann Patchett were surprisingly lackluster. Full reviews on Book-Treks.com
Don Trump, Jr. is hawking a book.Triggered. He & ex-Fox-bot-current-girlfriend Kimberly Guilfoyle broke into the screeching coop at The View. Where five women typically engage in an indecipherable free-for-all. More so today. A few low blows hollered through. Blackface. Rape. Roman Polanski. Whistleblowers. The hens were a mess.
In 2018 a senior White House administration official calling him/herself Anonymous wrote an Op-Ed in the NYTimes. As part of the Insider Trump Resistance. His/her new book is coming out soon. The Warning. I guessed Kirstjen Nielsen or Nick Ayers then. Now. No clue.
While we were waking up to another soggy weekend morning, hearing the news that U.S. Special Forces bagged Al-Baghdadi, Tiger was teeing up his fourth round at the ZOZO Tournament in Japan. Which he won. Tying Sam Snead’s record.
Later. Niners crushed the Panthers 51 – 13. Can that be right? And. Belichick racked up his 300th Patriots win. As fans booed the Prez, Houston creamed the Nationals 7-1, now leading World Series 3-2.
Managed to get in a good mystery as well. Drowning With Others
by an amalgamated woman-man author team called Linda Keir.
How to get away from impeachment overload? Dive into a meandering tale along the Thames. Once Upon A River by Diane Setterfield.
Where does Dr. Husband go to escape the book club discussion on a rainy day?
Museum of Natural History.
Will tomorrow’s Mueller testimony pop any corks? Cause a public thirst for impeachment? Or finally dilute the taste for more Congressional hearings? Who knows. But. The Nadler-Schiff label will be served on every TV network. Take a sip every time someone says obstruction.
Speaking of bland blends. Season 2 of Big Little Lies. Except for Kidman v. Streep in the finale. Tours-de-force performance. High end.
No more complaining. If scaffolding, census forms & hot weather is all there is to worry about, then it’s fine. Right? Look forward to next week when it’s Mueller Time (okay the week after now, maybe) and the British Open. So. Take a picnic and a new book to Central Park and shut up.
The Snakes, by Sadie Jones. A new novel which isn’t really about reptilia. Even if they are supposedly residing in the attic of a ramshackle hotel in the South of France. It’s more about the slippery slum-lord patriarch of an uber-rich British family and his slithery wife. Yes. Sounds familiar and cliché. But. Hey. It’s a summer read.
Big slimy monsters are no match for the horrifying writing and acting in this season’s Stranger Things. Unless you are trapped under a rock with a tv, don’t waste a minute on the vapid venomoid series.
Speaking of creepy crawlers. Today’s arrest of the Lolita Express’ Jeffrey Epstein. Extreme sequel to Anthony’s Weiner.