I spent my afternoon at the doctor's, but fortunately I spent it with new books, which had just arrived as presents from my godmother: dg nanouk okpik's Corpse Whale (2012) and Dolores Hitchens' Sleep with Strangers (1955) and Sleep with Slander (1960). I am charmed that the first of the two hardboiled mysteries came slightly beat-up-looking, since it matches the protagonist, a knight whose armor would work up to tarnished on a good day:
The man on the step was in the act of lighting a cigarette. Rain lay in his hair, which was hatless, and which also, though obviously once reddish, now had faded to a tawny rust laced with gray. He had a lean, sharp, intelligent face. The hands that cupped the match wore a look of mobile strength. He was tall; his height was lessened by his being somewhat stooped.
Home, I have just finished eating a bagel with chopped liver and am listening to the CD of Black Belt Eagle Scout's The Land, The Water, The Sky (2023) with a cat gently pulling at my hand to pet him. Last night
muccamukk linked the trailer for Starz's Mary & George (2024), causing
spatch to comment, "For people who saw The Favourite and said, 'Needs more balls!'"
The man on the step was in the act of lighting a cigarette. Rain lay in his hair, which was hatless, and which also, though obviously once reddish, now had faded to a tawny rust laced with gray. He had a lean, sharp, intelligent face. The hands that cupped the match wore a look of mobile strength. He was tall; his height was lessened by his being somewhat stooped.
Home, I have just finished eating a bagel with chopped liver and am listening to the CD of Black Belt Eagle Scout's The Land, The Water, The Sky (2023) with a cat gently pulling at my hand to pet him. Last night