Sunday, May 01, 2005

Curmudgeon in the Wry 294

Sunday, May 01, 2005---572 Words---Average reading time: 1-minute, 58 seconds
Rave: Robert Montgomery
Rimshot: April showers bring May flowers. Mayflowers bring Pilgrims.
Rant: Tracy McGrady recently was heard referring to his Houston Rockets teammates as “the supporting cast.” I wonder how that translates into Chinese.
Quote: Charles Barkley, on why he has not kept his promise to run for office in Alabama: “I saw what the governor makes. That’s like four hands of blackjack.”
Hmmm: I'm puzzled. Do men who do the "the combover" honestly think women don't notice the hair is 12 inches longer on one side?
Draft Notice: Utah, of all schools, could pull off a rare double if, as widely expected, big man Andrew Bogut goes No. 1 in the NBA draft after Utes quarterback Alex Smith was the NFL’s top choice.
Rave: Duke’s J.J. Redick and Shelden Williams are the only two players among the 15 on the AP All-America teams who have confirmed their plans to play college basketball next season.
Rant: the best thing that could happen to ESPN would be for Chris Berman to take a vow of silence.
Rave: Jonathon King is a seductive writer…he lures the reader into every scene and rewards the reader with a deeply satisfying pleasurable novel.
No one is better at setting a Florida scene…he is a pithy James Lee Burke in that respect.
He utilizes an economical cast of players, develops characters and balances the main plot and subplot without unnecessary complexity. He is a most efficient writer.
His fourth Max Freeman crime novel, “A Killing Night” continues Mr. King’s ability to get better with each installment.
Max is an ex Philly cop, now doing PI work in South Florida for lawyer (and mentor) Billy Manchester.
In a story that resonates with authenticity and emotion, Max is contacted by former girl friend and Broward County Detective Sherry Richards. She is investigating the disappearance of several young female bartenders, thinks the cases are related and has a suspect---another ex-Philly cop (Colin O’Shea)…one who saved Max’s life on the job.
Is Colin an innocent man caught in the grinding wheels of crime and justice? Or is he a sick, nasty criminal?
Max travels back to Philly in an attempt to unravel the mysteries of O’Shea’s departure from the Philly PD.
Nothing is as simple as it appears on paper and the info he gathers seems to say that everyone is wrong about everything.
Told in Max’s first person and a third person narrative (the killer’s) that permits the reader to ride along.
Mr. King builds the suspense and maintains the tension until the final twist that is uncommonly sensitive…a conclusion that you will not see coming.
Jonathon King and Max Freeman will be around for a long time.
Hmmm: What is with people who refuse to use the moving walkways in airline terminals? Are they just showing off? Don’t they know how much fun it is to walk fast on a moving walkway?
Just asking: Do you feel sort of goofy after a flight is over and you lurch up from your seat to grab your suitcase from the overhead bin---and you forgot to unbuckle your seatbelt?
If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you are reading it in English thank a Veteran.
That is all.
As you were.

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