Two outta three ain't bad....
Mar. 20th, 2013 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThree new (or at least new-to-me) books crossed my rec list since this weekend. Two seem to be hits.
One, to officially release tomorrow, is the debut novel by thunderemerald, titled The Art of Wishing. I'm three chapters from the end, and have enjoyed the path so far and am close to being able to produce intelligent reviewage of much of what I've read.
The other two were recommendations from my sister, who I talked to the other day. Both of these novels are now in the house, but only one seems to be what she said it would be.
The first was from a high school classmate of hers, and its plot speculates about a fictional Secret Agency writing of Ian Fleming, which tells of REAL stories of the British Secret Service, and of the conflicts and complications arising when a doctoral type (with the same name as a member of my own EMHS graduating class, 13 years later) discovers the manuscript and winds up embroiled in controversy over the content of same. This is tentatively Number Nine on my 2013 Book List.
As for the potential Number Ten? Hmmm. Donna has asked me to spare the details of this novel, but when the paperback arrived today, it sounded nothing like the story she'd described, which would have referenced a place both she and our other sister worked in the 1960s. Rather, it's a WWII novel described on its cover as being in the spirit of Richard Hooker's M*A*S*H and Joseph Heller's Catch-22. References to our Long Island hometown seem, if existent at all, to be unintentional and coincidental.
Maybe Colonel Flagg got a hold of the paperback edition and erased all traces of the supposed telling-all. After all, he was "The Wind."
One, to officially release tomorrow, is the debut novel by thunderemerald, titled The Art of Wishing. I'm three chapters from the end, and have enjoyed the path so far and am close to being able to produce intelligent reviewage of much of what I've read.
The other two were recommendations from my sister, who I talked to the other day. Both of these novels are now in the house, but only one seems to be what she said it would be.
The first was from a high school classmate of hers, and its plot speculates about a fictional Secret Agency writing of Ian Fleming, which tells of REAL stories of the British Secret Service, and of the conflicts and complications arising when a doctoral type (with the same name as a member of my own EMHS graduating class, 13 years later) discovers the manuscript and winds up embroiled in controversy over the content of same. This is tentatively Number Nine on my 2013 Book List.
As for the potential Number Ten? Hmmm. Donna has asked me to spare the details of this novel, but when the paperback arrived today, it sounded nothing like the story she'd described, which would have referenced a place both she and our other sister worked in the 1960s. Rather, it's a WWII novel described on its cover as being in the spirit of Richard Hooker's M*A*S*H and Joseph Heller's Catch-22. References to our Long Island hometown seem, if existent at all, to be unintentional and coincidental.
Maybe Colonel Flagg got a hold of the paperback edition and erased all traces of the supposed telling-all. After all, he was "The Wind."