A bit of a slump in my fall reading. I read about as much as
usual but didn’t love as many books as I do in a typical quarter. Those I did
like, I liked a lot.
The
Glitter Dome, Joseph Wambaugh. Not close to my favorite Wambaugh but
he’s so good it still makes the list. Why is it not my favorite? It had all the
things I love about him, but it reads to me as if he was trying to outdo
himself. It’s a little like my feeling about Quentin Tarantino, that somewhere
along the way he decided he’d rather make Quentin Tarantino movies than good
movies. This reads like Wambaugh decided to write a Wambaugh novel without just
letting it be a Wambaugh novel. The difference between Wambaugh and Tarantino
is that Wambaugh gets away with it.
Life’s
Work, David Milch. An honest and unflinching memoir of one of the great
TV writers of our time. Milch studied with Robert Penn Warren at Yale and broke
into television with Hill Street Blues; his first script won a Humanitas
Prize. He went on to create several other shows, most notably NYPD Blue
and Deadwood. It’s a fascinating story, though an uncomfortable read, of
how a man’s demons can not only inspire great art but also interfere with it.
Highly recommended for Milch fans and those who want to understand some of what
drives a writer.
The
Ride-Along, Frank Zafiro and Colin Conway. One graveyard patrol shift with
a cop and a skeptical citizen who may or may not have her own agenda. The book
examines current policing controversies in detail and from multiple angles.
Both collaborators are former cops with open-minded evaluations of the
profession. The only way it might have been better was if one of the writers
was actually a civilian with the same issues with law enforcement the civilian in
the book has. Highly recommended for anyone with an interest of current police
issues.
Big
Maria, Johnny Shaw. Like reading a novelization of a good Shane Black movie,
except set in the desert. On an Army artillery range. Picture Harry Dean
Stanton (when he was alive), Gil Birmingham (Hell or High Water, Yellowstone),
and maybe Alan Ritchson (Reacher) looking for gold hidden in the Big
Maria mine, now somewhere in the Chocolate Mountains and meeting an AWOL
soldier, a starving cougar, war games, artillery practice, and an exploding
burro. No one combines action and humor better than Shaw.
1 comment:
Thank you for THE RIDE ALONG shout-out, Dana! We appreciate it.
And I'll give BIG MARIA a try, too. I read my first Johnny Shaw novel a couple months back (THE UPPER HAND) and enjoyed it. This one sounds like a rollicking good time.
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