Category: Books

I kind of thought that I’d bought this book with the collection of books on Korea that I bought in 2014 in Clever, where I speculated that the previous owner might have served in Korea (during the war or after) and returned as a tourist later. But I actually bought this book in in 2024, also in Clever, and notes indicate that a previous owner visited Thailand in 2004; a World War II vet would be getting up to almost eighty, so perhaps not someone who directly served. But most likely someone with an interest in the subject. Which is not to say there are not many; this book is a product for tourists put out by a company in Thailand.

It tells the story of the Western POWs who the Japanese empire made to construct an ill-advised railroad from Thailand to Burma to help the Japanese with their Asian land-based operations after their Pacific naval advance was stopped at the Battle of Midway six months after Pearl Harbor. I mean, I read The Battle Off Midway Island in 2014, but this book (under review) gave a timeline of the Japanese explosion in 1941 and early 1942, when they captured a bunch of southeast Asia and knocked on Australia’s doorstep but their Pacific campaign was basically nullified after the Battle of Midway, so they turned their eyes towards the land mass of Asia and maybe thought about invading India after this rail line was in place. But that was not to pass, happily.

The book details the conditions the prisoners (mostly British and Australian) and Asian slave labor faced–back-breaking work in the heat, working on a rail line that the British and Germans had surveyed decades before but said was too difficult, the deaths, and the constant need to repair problems and handle damage from Allied bombing (and prisoner sabotage) meant that it never performed like the ill-informed Japanese imperial powers thought it would.

So the actual building and destruction did not line up with the film (The Bridge over the River Kwai), but the film stirred interest, I guess.

The text of the book looks to be translated, as it features a number of, erm, ill-developed bits of English, and the typography and layout are a little faulty. It includes a lot of small, ill-reproduced photographs of the era, but dayum, man, they’re photos of the history. Some of the text repeats itself a bunch–the book is “Organized by J.P.”, so maybe it’s sourced from a bunch of pamphlets cut-and-pasted without altering and smoothing the text.

But it’s lightweight and informative for people who did not know about the Asian land front in World War II. Which does not probably align with people going to Thailand to see it. But as a man approaching middle age who is not sure whether he is on team World War II or team Civil War for old man history interests, it’s making its case for Team World War II.

Oh, and as I mentioned when talking about the record with marches that belonged to my grandfather (in 2012, gentle reader; I forgive you if you’ve forgotten), the record includes the whistled march tune from the film. Which I can depict now, although probably not whistle accurately as I am tune-deaf. So I knew kinda about the story, if not the real history (I have not seen the film, but will undoubtedly look for it now).

And I could place when the previous owner visited the site because the book and a paper pamphlet included at no cost to me both say Sept 24 2004 on them. The included paper is not part of the book, and it’s too big for a Found Bookmark post, but I read it as well. It’s entitled “History of the Thailand-Burma Railway”.

But only counted the whole as one book in the annual total. A quick read whilst dodging the quick read in between Shakespeare plays and while I dodge the remainder (most of) That Hideous Strength.

The artist of this book is the son of someone we knew from church in Old Trees, and when their Christmas letter indicated that he’d done a comic book, a book of comic art that is and not a saddle-stitched comic book, I ordered it on the pretense of giving it to my children, and I took possession when I culled my youngest’s bedroom of books and children’s books earlier this year.

This particular volume is mostly comic art; it lists heroes (men and women) of the Bible and has a comic art portrait of them. A few selected heroes have a portion of their stories in a single page of related panels, but mostly it’s portraits.

So, yeah, much like a modern comic book. But it’s a quick palate cleanser after Love’s Labour’s Lost, the most recent Shakespeare play I read (thoughts forthcoming), and A Deadly Shade of Gold.

Now, about the arbitrary rules: I will count it as a book I’ve read this year, and I will put them on the bookshelves instead of comic boxes (unlike the Bongo Simpsons comics, which have a flat spine and more actual content than this book). Why? Because I wanna.

I see Boggs has not only produced more similar (and probably with actual plotting) Biblical comics, a Western-looking comic book, and a book about being a business artist in the AI-world. Ah, gentle reader! If I ever get a job and have disposable income again, I shall consider buying more of his work if I can avoid Amazon.com (I’m back fighting my tweehad against it).

I guess this is a re-read; I did a book report on it not long after I picked it up in Clever in 2012. So I must have re-patriated it to my bookshelves when I culled the youngest’s book shelves earlier this year. Which means I should probably not add it again to my book database program from 2000 when I finish the re-book report.

The cover of the book indicates this collection is not drawn from the daily strip and instead is original material. Man, Dilbert was part of that fin de siècle zeitgeist (he said, mixing two foreign languages to show you how smart he is), ainna? (The south Milwaukee slang killed that vibe, ainna?)

So, basically, it’s Dogbert giving etiquette advice for people who lack it. Each page is four panels dealing with an individual boorish behavior, and the cartoons are grouped thematically. Amusing in (a lot of) spots, and the jokes are of a sort you could make in 1993 that would be problematic in the latter part of the first quarter of the 21st century. As with so many things, Scott Adams, who was on the naughty list for a while and was pop-culturally cancelled for…. Oh, some transgression; aren’t they all the same? And one wonders whether it was because he shifted or because the culture did.

The book is in pretty good shape, which means that my children didn’t sleep with it, so perhaps they, 21st centurians, didn’t get it. The oldest has an office job these days. Perhaps he’s better primed for Dilbert and Office Space than he was when he was six.

I bought this from Hooked on Books in January. I remember when I first shopped at Hooked on Books, nearly thirty years ago, that they had a good selection of John D. MacDonald books, but then they didn’t. Since I had a gift certificate from Christmas, I stopped in and discovered that they once again had a good selection of MacDonald’s books. Perhaps the people who bought them twenty-some years ago are now downsizing or dying, and the same books are coming back in. Maybe I’m thinking too much of estate sales this last, apparently, year.

So: This is a 1960s Travis McGee novel. It originally appeared in paperback and then, a decade later, in this hardback edition when MacDonald books transitioned to the big time. A former friend of McGee, a boat bum who disappeared after walking out on a happy relationship, reappears and want’s McGee’s help in reconnecting with the woman he left behind, and McGee meets him, looking haggard and gaunt from a cross-country drive, at a remote motel where he shows McGee a gold statue and alludes to using it to set himself up. But when McGee returns after contacting the woman who wants to see the love of her life right now, they finds the man dead and the statue gone. So McGee and the woman head to Mexico to the town where the man worked during his missing years and find a despised Cuban exile (remember, gentle reader, that when this book came out, the Castro revolution was only a few years on–hard to fathom, since it’s been in place my whole lifetime, but old books and movies remember). Bloodshed, bombs, and much McGee musing, and he eventually breaks up a Hollywood blackmail ring which also preys on expats from Latin America, and finis!

I mean, it’s a lot more than that–the book is 336 hardback pages, which would have been quite a chonker for the paperback era. It’s full of the McGee-musings that give the books their depth–asides where MacDonald goes off on the modern era, the politicians, the culture, and the loss of the preceding era. You know, when I was in my teens, that sort of zeitgeist–you find it in early Parker, too, the 1970s stuff maybe up until the Hollywood era–the loss of something as subdivisions and development (in Florida or inland Massachussetts) encroaches on the wild spaces, and the politicians make things worse. You know, that probably hit me a little more precisely in that adolescent era where my parents divorced and I was removed to Missouri. Reading it now, it’s okay–I can see that MacDonald was an old-school liberal in his inclinations, a little more against big business corporate politicians and up-with-people in an era where the politics weren’t overt sucker-punches calling one half of the country troglodytes (who probably didn’t read books anyway).

MacDonald also sits in between Chandler and Parker in that the plot is labyrinth and shifts and that the resolution ultimately ends with a truce and understanding between the person who killed the boat bum and McGee because he, McGee, has just gotten tired of all the killing in the book. He’s weary in a way that they didn’t really capture at the end of the 20th century in protagonists, not really. The depth of the asides really layers that on.

So MacDonald is still really, really good, but I’m not so sure how I relate to Travis McGee now that I’m older. I might have transitioned to too old for the real figurative consanguinity. But I’ll think again about raiding Hooked on Books to make sure I have a good and completer set of MacDonald’s work.

Ah, gentle reader, I just bought this book from the author at Rublecon, where “just” in this sentence means July 2024. So I have owned it longer than the Ben Wolf books, and I finished the Ben Wolf accumulated over two different trips to Davenport, Iowa, first. But that might be because of my experiences with other Walker books: Down the Road and Back Again (poems based on the television show The Golden Girls), Loot the Bodies (other poetry), and Hang Me If I Stay, Shoot Me If I Run, a short novel.

So: The plot, such as it is, is that a sick young man is taken from his bed to a place called Everland, run by a Boy-God, who is a dark analogue of Peter Pan. The Boy-God, not named, likes to watch the people in Everland, mostly pirates, fight and die with one another. He especially takes issue with a particular pirate whom he allows to succeed and then wrecks his ship. Inland, we have natives. And, periodically, the denizens of the sea rise and slaughter the people in the seaside town, but as Everland is always summer and the people, aside from the battles, don’t age or die, and they tend to forget the previous Reaping when the sea monsters rise. So the boy, who lands with the Everland equivalent of the Lost Boys but doesn’t completely buy in, the one-eyed pirate, and a native girl who kills a seamonster that killed her father team up to kill the Boy-God.

The actual text of the book runs 134 pages, and then the book is padded with 50 pages of behind-the-scenes things. The author did a Kickstarter before producing this book, and I guess it was originally going to be a comic book series–the book contains panel outlines for several issues, incidents which appear in the book–and which might have worked as one-off stories in a series of comics, but integrated into a “novel,” they are threads that go nowhere. One such story is a pirate who goes overboard and is about to drown, but he’s saved by a seamonster whom he thinks is a beautiful mermaid–and it tells about him meeting the monster’s father, and then…. Well, he is killed. Why bring him into the story? I mean, it’s Stephen Kingesque, but this 130-page book shouldn’t have room for such asides–it just pads out a short novella to a longer novella length. The book has some world building, but its depth is pretty shallow for all that. I mean, we get almost a Space Trilogy sort of cosmology, but it’s never really addressed, and some of the characters are built up and do…. not much.

I mean, the setup and material would have made for a longer book, but it’s really just repurposing some material from a proposed comic book to get it out the door. The author is a better writer than Ben Wolf whose books I’ve just read–but the plot is underdeveloped. The book that comes to mind, though, is A Blade So Black by L. L. McKinney just because hers was a modern fantasy twist on Alice in Wonderland and other works by Lewis Carroll. But, again, that book was fully developed as a novel where this was a little underdone.

Actually, I have the sequels or next book in the series from both these authors–The Lion, the Witch, and the Eye by Walker and A Dream So Dark by McKinney. I actually picked up A Dream So Dark from the bookshelves but decided against it for one of my next reads. Who knows where I’ll go with my twee reading themes–to finish the Walker books I own in case he’s back at Rublecon, or maybe to finish the books my son got me for my birthday. Given that I’ve only got a couple of each, perhaps I’ll complete them all before long. Certainly before the Shakespeare I’m working my way through.

This is the third year running in which I have read the church’s Lenten devotional–in 2024 it was 40 Days of Wisdom, in 2025 it was 40 Days of Discovery. This time, it was 40 Days of Courage.

I mean, it ties in with the sermon series we’ve had this season, but the variety is a little underwhelming. Whereas in years past, we’ve had a lot of contributions from different congregation members, this year the devotional features a higher percentage of pastors, including one who is retired but still preaches in our church on occasion (and whose wife is from Menomonee Falls, Wisconsin, and who laughs like my aunt up in Hubertus, so if I spend any time around her, I run the risk of backsliding or propersliding into a Wisconsin accent). We also have a contribution from the pastor’s daughter and one from a high school member of the youth group, and a couple from members of the board, etc., but definitely a smaller sampling of voices than my previous experience. Which, I guess, means that I am sorry that my beautiful wife did not contribute three devotions this year.

I mean, otherwise, I don’t have much to say about it. I’ve mentioned that I’m not the target audience for devotionals.

Unlike some comic books, though, I did count this in the annual reading total. These are my arbitrary rules. If you don’t like them, I have others.

As a reminder, gentle reader, I bought this book in Davenport, Iowa, in 2024, and the book shop owner asked me if I knew the author who used to call the bookshop when he was looking for source material. Last year when I went to the same bookshop, different people we behind the counter, so I don’t know if the book shop was still in the same family as it had been. I’ll have to be sure to look for the founder’s portrait behind the desk as an indicator. Not that it would indicate yea or nay, but if it’s not there, that might indicate nay.

The book is a history from the first white settlements in the Quad Cities area. The Sac/Sauk are already there, of course, so some of the earliest history deals with establishing trading posts, the Black Hawk War, and the advantage that a man named Davenport had because he was originally from England and had the accent, and the natives in the area had sided with the British in the wars against the Americans.

Settlements came, settlements expanded, and they formed into the communities that became the cities. Each had a certain amount of its own character determined by the people who settled in each–not only by nationalities, but also trades. Davenport became commercial because the traders founded it, and their impact carried on. Moline, from the French for mill, was (and is) heavily industrial, dominated today by John Deere. The actual Rock Island was taken pretty early by the federal government to be an armory, but the city of Rock Island is on the Illinois bank of the river. The book calls it variously the two cities and the Tri-Cities; the fourth of the Quad, Bettendorf, was founded in the 20th century, so one is forgiven for not remembering which is the fourth (Milan and East Moline were formed earlier, but I guess they’re disqualified because they’re not on the river).

You know, I’ve been to Davenport twice, but I did walk around the downtown area a couple of times, so some of the names are a little familiar to me, and I look forward to maybe sharing some of this knowledge with my beautiful wife should we attend a conference there again. And she will undoubtedly wonder how I know such things. Ah, gentle reader, we know: I do my homework on history for places I visit and places where I live for not only the trivia-sharing, but also because I like to know.

Gentle reader, I have done it: I have read all the Ben Wolf books I already own before I go to Davenport, Iowa, for the cybersecurity convention where he has had a booth for the last couple of years (2024 and 2025). I have previously read:

• The Ghost Mine
• The Ghost Pact
• The Ghost Plague
• Rickshaw Riot
• What the Frost?
• Unlucky

The above books except for Unlucky are parts of series; this book, apparently, is a one-off as well.

In it, the remnants of humanity huddle together on Antarctica after a war between humans and the Magic Born, another race discovered in Antarctica that used magic. The rich people live in Cypress, which is earth-like; outcasts and lower classes live in The Thaw or The Slab, which are on the outskirts of civilization and are not heated as well. Mankind still has access to magic, and some people can use it a little bit. A Peacekeeper, one of the military law enforcement in the area, is from a good family framed for wrongdoing, and he barely escapes to the thaw alive–but a triple amputee. Another is an amnesiac young woman, perhaps an escapee from a science facility, who can process magic and transfer it to others. A third is the CEO of a medical company whose products will be eclipsed by a competitor who promises magic-based cures. The final one is a loner from outside of civilization who has especial impervious armor and is older than he should be. They band together to go to the lake under Antarctica to use a device the CEO and genius scientist says will end magic once and for all. But that’s not her plan at all.

I think this book is the best of the Ben Wolf books I’ve read, and I think the others helped to leaven the dough. It has an interesting premise, some good world building, and some characterization that differentiates the characters and gives them some depth–but this could be improved a bit with a little more interiority and less bickering (sometimes they go on with their tropes a couple of beats too long or too often). Wolf has his normal things (asking “Crystal?” for a response, not often given, of “Clear.” and “What the frost?”). Although it’s not self-consciously video-game-esque like Rickshaw Riot, I cannot help but think that the writing is still video-game-informed, as though the source material comes from video games and movies rather than other novels as fodder. But that’s my thesis that I’ve banged on while reading Wolf’s books and can retcon into my understanding of a lot of other self-published science fiction.

At any rate, as I mentioned, this is the last of the Wolf books I’ve already boughten, so that means I only have a history of the Quad Cities are and a book about growing up on a farm in Iowa to read before I’m caught up on at least the local interest and local author books, but a collection of Kipling verse and a Hemingway book short of having read all of the books I’ve bought in Davenport–although, to be honest, Kipling and Hemingway sound like some fun (re-)reads, so perhaps I’ll get to them before October.

But! I have learned from my beautiful wife that our trip to Davenport might not be a set thing for this October. She’s got a lot of other speaking engagements coming up, and there’s always a slight chance that we’ll have, you know, jobs come the autumn. But time will tell, and I will keep you posted, especially if I do buy books up there this October. But if I don’t, well, all might be forgotten.

At any rate, not bad. Almost rises to, say, Alan Dean Foster.

This is actually only the second of the Diagnosis Murder paperbacks that I bought in Berryville, Arkansas, five years ago (The Silent Partner was the first in 2022). Which is kind of odd, really, and I like the books by Lee Goldberg which I have read in this and the series tied in to the television series Monk. So I spend some time gutting out long books that I think I should read or that I’ve started reading and have started putting off finishing, suddenly I read a couple of books that I rather enjoy in the evenings. Which is why the stack of books beside the chair tends toward the thicker books, and I’m just reading everything else while I’m still working on them…..

At any rate, this book has almost two stories in it. A murdered woman dressed as a mermaid washes up on the beach outside Dr. Sloan’s house, and it might be related to his first case in 1962. So the book flashes back to that case when Sloan was just a resident at the hospital, when his son the police office was a baby, and his wife was still alive. Sloan uncovers a series of murders of young nursing students who were moonlighting as babysitters–and maybe prostitutes. This flashback comprises much of the story, and when it is resolved, it doesn’t help Sloan with the contemporary (20 year ago now, though, old man) murder, which turns into murders, of course, until he finally gets the picture–and almost becomes the contemporary murderer’s next victim–and the resolution parallels the one in the past.

At any rate, the pacing moves the reader along, the writing has enough depth to be interesting, and the characterization has enough flourish to not overwhelm, but to give you a sense of who the players even if you haven’t seen the show (as I mentioned previously, I only caught bits of it when visiting my sainted mother). There are touches of humor–it was a Dick Van Dyke show, after all–and some in jokes that are there for real fans (at one point, Dr. Sloan thinks about what it would have been like to go into show business in 1962 and expected he would only merit a half hour sitcom–which Dick Van Dyke did have with The Dick Van Dyke Show).

So I enjoyed it, and maybe I will have enjoyed it enough to pick up others I have, which are stacked on the broken bookshelf (unfixed in 12 years, so don’t expect it to be replaced or fixed soon). So I know where they are. However: You can’t have yer pudding if you don’t eat yer meat. How can you have yer pudding if you don’t eat your meat? I think I would read books much faster if I didn’t feel the need to live up to my English and Philosophy degree and did not innundate myself with audio courses exciting me about the source materials.

I actually ordered this book because I’ve been noodling on writing something something about how the Agile manifesto destroyed software, and I was aware of this book, so I wanted to see if the author touched on it.

Oh, but no.

Here are the biggest reasons, according to Doctorow, about why everything has gone to pot:

• The breakdown of government regulation
• The weakness of labor unions
• Elon Musk
• Donald Trump

Doctorow’s focus is fairly narrow–he’s got a mad-on for the big tech platforms, formerly known as FAANG (Facebook, Apple, Amazon, Netflix, Google). No, wait; Netflix doesn’t piss him off, so maybe it’s MAAAX if you use their current names and throw in X. When he talks about consolidation, he does mention poultry producers, and he mentions healthcare consolidation, but, man, does he focus on big tech mostly. He’s a former bigwig with the Electronics Frontier Foundation, so that’s his experience, I guess.

And his solutions are:

• More government regulation. Not the bad kind, like the Digital Millenium Copyright Act, but the good kind, like the stuff the EU uses to extract money from American companies. And regulation to ensure safe spaces, nonharrassment, censorship, etc. And not by Congress, oh, no! Sometimes the Republicans control it. The rule should come from the executive agencies which will remain in place even when the political tide shifts.
• Tech workers should throw their wooden shoes into their companies’ processes when they, the employees, don’t like them. Or whatever the political cause they have, probably, since we’ve seen that happen in the past, but it’s not cited in the book (nor here, because I’m not a paid public intellectual, man).
• Unions. Which will bring prices down and quality up through wishful thinking.

Yeah, basically, that’s it. Break up the monopolies, I guess. He mentions Mastadon, which was briefly talked about as an alternative to Twitter after the devil Elon Musk took it over. The book was perhaps written to early to mention Bluesky instead. But it doesn’t seem that Musk ruined Twitter except renaming it “X.” I guess we should be thankful he did not create an unpronounceable glyph.

You can tell he’s real, man, because he swears in the text (and the book title!). And he wears his politics on his sleeve–calling people who voted for Trump cultists, etc., which really means the book is targetted to his side of the political aisle (his biggest fans!), so it’s not convincing. And because he’s describing a real problem, but has all the wrong answers to it (well, mostly the wrong answers), I wished that I had ordered the book in paperback so I could beat the hell out of it.

I mean, you get similar messaging from Substacks like Your Brain on Money, even down to the policy solutions, but without the political invective that prevents discussion and conversation.

I mean, one could argue, and were I public intellectual who made money from his glib fingertips instead of a backwater blogger who pays for the privilege of writing book reports nobody reads. However, since we’re both here (me and the cat), let’s look at some of the things that have also contributed to us old people saying things were better in the old days:

• Government regulation in every domain has made things worse. Whether it’s mandates for what health insurance has to cover or improved safety/efficiency in cars, lightbulbs, appliances, and seemingly everything you can buy.
• He does mention rent-seeking, and somehow he thinks more regulation will fix things–but large organizations that get the government to regulate industries by requiring credentials or licensing make it harder for people to become cosmeticians, sellers of real estate, and more.
• The aforementioned Agile Manifesto which had its heart in a right place but which lead to minimum viable products as final product and to rationalizing technical and business failures whose consequences are not only felt by the businesses but by the users who might have come to depend upon them.
• Importing large numbers of people and tech workers from non-Western countries whose mores and ideals do not necessarily match Western thoughts of quality or fair play, especially in the tech field, might lead to lesser outcomes.
• Changes in generational mindset, from the effects of having phones from toddlerhood to changes in the “education” system.
• The long-term impact of putting “diversity” on the same level, or higher than, competence in hiring.

Etc., etc.

Unions and government regulations aren’t going to fix it. If it is to be fixed, it will likely take a long time and a cultural shift which I’m not sure is possible any more.

(Oh, and I would be remiss not to self-referentially post other mentions on this blog: I read Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom in 2019 and thought it was okay, and apparently, in 2010, a proto-clanker thought that I write like Doctorow.)

Oh, and another thing: I came up with the he is a Canadian who does not like hockey as a perjorative to apply to Doctorow, but apparently, he has become a British citizen (according to Wikipedia), and I’m pretty sure he mentions getting US citizenship in the book (and later says, “As a Canadian, I….”). So make of that what you will. Still, I’m going to use that to denigrate Canadians with whom I disagree in the future. “You have forgotten the face of your father” is the only thing I remember from Stephen King’s The Dark Tower.

And! I’ve been kind of putting of going to the eye doctor because I think this time I really will need glasses for distances, and I’m afraid wearing glasses will make me look like a public intellectual of a certain type. Although, hopefully, a public intellectual who can do finger pushups like Bruce Lee. But not one-finger pushups because I do not have kung fu hands.

As I am deep in some thicker books which I am not really enthusiastic about reading, so I picked up this bit of pulp for enjoyment, kind of like having a bite of the sweet corn whilst eating the liver. I picked this book up in 2012 at Hooked on Books–a year later, I would really pad out my collection of the books in the Executionerverse, which includes the next title in the Able Team series, but who knows how long it will take me to get to it.

Able Team is three of the members of the Stony Farm team that helped Mack Bolan, the Executioner, out on occasion. Note that the Stony Farm series is a separate line in the Executionerverse, and who knows when I will get to them–since I finished the last of the Executioner books I accumulated in 2022, I’ve been slow to really delve into the men’s adventure paperbacks. Maybe I’ve gotten old and switched to Westerns. Anyway.

So Able Team is sent to El Salvador to hunt for a guy who has eluded their grasp in the United States, a big drug dealer or what have you, not part of the government but a powerful man with his own private army nevertheless. It’s a story ripped from today’s headlines, where today is almost forty years ago. The El Salvador civil war was going on. Is it still? Maybe. Central and South America, neh? Although they find help from various rebel groups with their own agenda, they find that the hard site is too hard for their small band, and the bad man has gone to a meet-up in Honduras with other similar fellows from across Central and South America who are looking to bring about a Fourth Reich. It’s a story ripped from today’s pulp fiction forty years ago.

You know, strangely enough, the plot is not necessarily that dated. Not that there’s a great swell of Naziism, but it never really went away in thrillers, did it?

At any rate, it’s an ensemble piece with characters who are almost ciphers, just bundles of characteristics, whose characterization, I guess, takes place over time. The book alludes to events in previous books, and the bad guy gets away again, which means I can guess what Able Team is doing in their next book. Which I’m not sure when I will get to. Unless, of course, I dawdle in the thick books stacked beside my chair for any length of time.

I got this book for my birthday this year, and after kinda sounding like I was slagging on the gifts, I decided I’d prioritize reading the books. So I picked up this book, the first of the two Grishams; my son thought I was a Grisham fan, and although I listened to one of the early books–A Time To Kill? It’s the one with the attorney in it. You know, aside from reading Perry Mason books from time to time and in bulk in my youth, I never really got into legal thrillers. I mean, I probably have read some Scott Turow, too, but I’d be hard pressed to remember, and it would have been a long time ago.

So: A woman on the Florida Board on Judicial Conduct is getting bored with the job which is getting starved of funds. The BJC investigates judges suspected of wrongdoing–and in a previous book, she’s nailed one such judge for corruption, but not without cost. An attention-averse woman approaches her with knowledge and some circumstantial evidence that a local judge is a serial killer with a list of victims going back several decades. As they begin to investigate, the judge kills again, but makes a mistake. Which leads them to more investigating, and going to proper investigators in the FBI, but….

Okay, so the first part of the book deals with the investigator’s doubt about the woman bringing her the information, but eventually she gets going on looking into it. The second part of the book introduces the judge as a character, so we get into his mind as he prepares his crimes–he’s hopped up on bennies, a hacking genius, a compulsive type who cleans enough to make the guy from Gattaca look like a slob, and kind of unbelievable. Then, after he makes his kill and has to kill a witness (which I guess is the turning point?), he figures out who the woman who intially discovered him is, and he gets the drop on her even though she’s supposed to be almost as paranoid as he is (his super hacking helps), and he sets a trap for the investigator. But deus ex machina thwarts the trap, deus ex machina saves the kidnapped girl, unsatisfying resolution to the pursuit of the judge, and a denouement which includes the winding down of the team (not an unexpected twist to the unsatisfying resoluton to the pursuit of the judge which would have been unsatisfying in itself, but it’s somehow worse without) and a lot of jibber jabber, talking to families of victims to offer them resolution, which is jibber jabber and not a shoot-out where the good guys triumph.

Ach, this is a chick book. Not sure if JG has a girl ghost writer or if he just knows the market that gets him forty-something consecutive bestsellers, but the book has a lot of talking, self-doubting, other-doubting, and then more talking as though the talking and overcoming self-doubting were heroic in themselves. But, uh, yeah. Not making me want to delve into the backlist (except where gifted).

But, ya know. He’s sold more books than I have books, apps, t-shirts, related CafePress sundries, blog traffic (including bots), and social media impressions that I’ve gotten in a comparable time. So take it for what it’s worth, but in my opinion, he’s no John D. McDonald.

This book was sitting on my chairside table, and I thought I might read it for the 2026 Winter Reading Challenge‘s “Inspiring” category if Be Water, My Friend bogged down too much (not quite). And when I finished the reading challenge, I ran through it pretty quickly.

I bought it sight unseen in a bundle of chapbooks only last spring, and although the name of the editor sounded familiar, I don’t have anything else by her or edited by her. However, I might well have a poem by her in a similar collection–and I well might have. The publishing house is SPS Studios, and one of the poems is by Susan Polis Schutz–a poet who has been editing and publishing poetry since the 1980s (her first company for self-publishing was Blue Mountain Press, which later turned into BlueMountain.com which did electronic greeting cards which sold for $780 million in 1999, and that, children is how you get Governor Jared Polis of Colorado) If anyone wants to buy my publishing company, it’s far less expensive and comes with 7 unused ISBN numbers at no additional charge! Plus a couple of apps, presuming that the clankers companies don’t come from them. Sorry, where was I?

Oh. Inspiring? Meh, not really. A bit of lightweight mindfulness musing. Poetry? Again, no, not really. Sentences with line breaks. Not quite as good as heartfelt grandma poetry, albeit more spiritual than Christian–definitely a California-and-crystals vibe with 0 mentions of God and the only faith is the faith in yourself.

Still, with the number of copies that turn up in Springfield book sales, SPS has definitely had more reach than either my publishing company or my publications which recently have only paid in electronic presence which is lasts as long as the university keeps paying hosting fees. So….good?

For the 2026 Winter Reading Challenge‘s “Translated” category, gentle reader, you might have expected me to pick up a martial arts book of some sort as that is my wont. But, ah! My translated martial arts books are getting a little thin, and the adjacent material that I have is pretty deep and dense for the final charge through the winter reading challenge. So I decided to pick up a Japanese manufacturing quality textbook from the 1970s!

So that’s what this is: It’s a manufacturing quality book, which means that its focus is on testing lots or examples of repeated machine work or chemical work. And it was designed as a textbook: It’s for quality circles, which were little afterhours learning groups at Japanese factories at the time when they were about to surpass the United States in reputation for quality. It relies on a lot of data collection and statistical analysis to look for places to improve. Which is not like software quality assurance at all.

I’ll be honest, though: I only skimmed a lot of the formulae within the book, and I did not diligently, as the book recommends, work through them to fully grok how to do the different analyses. The first half of the book is the explanation of the different types of analysis and, mostly, how to present the information in graphs and charts to make useful decisions based on the bars, lines, and points and figures. The second half is practice problems which the book recommended you work out individually or in your study group. I guess, in the 21st century, the next step (not depicted here, of course) would be to get a certificate of completion or other certification (and spend a lot of money to take the test, if not to take the training as well). I rather only scanned the problems to refresh the concepts in them. So did I really read this book? It took me several nights despite not working out what the square root of the x with the bar over it divided by pN means.

You know, I sometimes “work” in the software quality assurance field, and there was some effort to make SQA more like physical quality control a long time ago. I was even a member of the American Society for Quality (ASQ) around the turn of the century, and the bulk of the magazine was like this–and they had a cartoon called Mr. Pareto-head. Well, this book helped to cement what that diagram really is–a bar chart with the values in descending order with a line chart atop it which shows those values as they add up to total percentage as you move to the right. Also, I learned a bit about the different types of charts, about the Ishikawa fishbone cause-and-effect diagram (named after the book’s author sometime perhaps between the first edition and this, a translated multi-printing American edition). But, really, the most directly applicable (sideways) chapter is the one on samples and sampling techniques because that could be an interesting way to describe/conceive of sets and subsets of tests to run.

At any rate, it closed out the fifteen categories for the Winter Reading Challenge, so I am eligible for a mug when I can be arsed to get up to a library branch for it in the next week.

And now you’re wondering if this will be the year where Brian J. works on reading all the quality assurance textbooks which he has accumulated over the course of the 21st century. Or even merely another. Prediction markets are leaning toward no.

I got this book in 2011, three years after I bought its sequel, 1633, in 2011, when Tam K. visited and commented from time to time, and a VftPlanche was the next best thing next to an Instalanche (which was over the course of a couple hours, but VftPlanches, although, smaller, stretched over days, and I still sometimes get a click from deep in her archives). We were bloggers once, and young. These days, the only ‘lanches I get are when a new Asian LLM comes scraping content.

Ah, well. The 2026 Winter Reading Challenge has a category “Set in Two Time Periods,” and although The Sins of the Fathers has a reprinted log entry set 100+ years in the past, I could not count it in the arbitrary good conscience I use when making up the actual rules for the contest. This book, however, starts in then-modern West Virginia before the town of Grantville is transported to 1632 Germany. It’s only a chapter, and then we’re in the second time period for the rest of the book. One presumes that 1633 takes place exclusively in one time period, so I’ve glad I found this one first.

So: A group of union mine workers are at a wedding of one of their own to the daughter of some uptight YUPPIE types when “The Ring Of Fire” takes the high school where the wedding is taking place from the West Virginia mountains along with several miles, including the town, to 1632 in the region now known as Germany. As they’re all good old boys, they’re armed to the teeth, which gives them an advantage as they try to remake their portion of the plains into America.

The book kinda has several threads in it: The pairing off of transplanted Americans with the attractive members of the locals; politicking as they talk about how they would like to govern themselves and the new nation they hope to bring forth; and some battle scenes where the Americans have to defeat the local powers of the day and work with their growing allies, which includes Jews.

To be honest, I kind of thought some groundwork was getting laid for some intrigues where pairs might start working at odds with each other, vying for power, but that had not really happened by the end of the novel–although the book has several sequels, so who knows what might be to come.

I found the politicking parts the most dragging, because a lot of it was mere speechifying. It’s a pretty big cast of characters, too, who are sometimes referred to by their first names and sometimes their last names, which made me sometimes think, “Which one is this again?” But it was an all right read. And it did bring the Thirty Years’ War into a little more familiarity and perspective. I read a book about Swedish history in 2013, and I remember tweeting at the time about how the Swedish leader at the time, Gustav Vasa, was interesting only to have a Swedish woman say, “Ackshually….” However, he’s presented sympathetically here (as are guns and a lot of the concepts of the Founding Fathers’), so no sucker punch ever came.

So if you like your alt-historical fiction, a blend of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court (which I read in college), Puck of Pook’s Hill, a Kipling novel I read in 2010), some more modern alt-history people like Turtledove and Stirling, you could probably do worse.

As the book was over 500 pages, it counts as a two-fer (a book that could have filled two categories in the Winter Reading Challenge).

I picked this book up last weekend at ABC Books because I hoped it would have a time travel element in it, as the back of the book indicates that it tells the story of a ship that went back in time to make some astronomical observations, and on the way back, the astronomer on the crew of three went mad and killed the captain of the vessel. And I thought I was it would fit into the set in two times category of the 2026 Winter Reading Challenge, especially as the first bit of it is set on the ship in the past (which is still our future a bit). However, at the end of the prolog, it says it’s an excerpt from the surviving mate’s log. Uh oh.

So: The first part of the book is the mystery as to why the astronomer went mad. Well, apparently, in their trip to the past, they discovered from their position not only in the past but 100 light years over from Earth’s position that the galactic core had exploded a long time ago, and the shockwave of radiation would reach earth 20 years after their own time. That alone wasn’t quite enough to make the astronomer mad–he also had some “hallucinations” that they were being followed on their return to earth for months in the starless void of their hyperspeed (from which they dropped periodically to take additional measurements to make sure they were not mistaken).

When they return to Earth, the mate reveals the story to the head of the international science agency–and then they discover that the astronomer was right–they were followed by aliens who land at Kennedy Spaceport and offer their help, which would involve turning the planet into a ship, but that would not only put the inhabitants into hardship as they hardened domiciles and whatnot but would also use up most of earth’s mass as fuel, rendering it not like it is now when they eventually reach the M31 galaxy (some time in the future). So the middle part is a boggy bit of bureaucratic stuff while they try to make the decision politically appealing and the head of the UN tries to pawn off ultimate responsibility to the head of the science agency. And the big mystery is why are the aliens helping? And that do they want in return? The middle comprises months of interactions, public reactions, and ruminations. But I guess it’s hard to write an emergency that is seventeen years in coming.

The end is pretty quick, though, when the aliens force a decision and reveal the reason they’re helping–their forefathers accidentally triggered the explosion, and they’re traveling to safety at near-light speed so they can find and help along other civilizations that they might find. And they want the humans’ help because they’ve become dependent upon a “coordinator,” a hive mind intelligence (via computer) which has guided them for thousands of years and which is going to “die” because they won’t have energy to run it–so they need humans who are closer to nature to be able to help them survive on wild planets they find. And, finis.

I hope you don’t mind that the book report here as spoilers, but, c’mon, man; the odds of you finding this book and picking it up in the wild are pretty low, and I would not go ordering it off of the Internet. It has a bit of a 70s vibe to it, not the eternal Soviet vs. US thing you get out of many books from the era, but the other, more “optimistic” one where international bodies kind of rule (although it’s worth noting that the book does not shy away from describing the human nature of those who run the organizations). But the thought of the UN being a unifying force for humanity is so 1900s, man.

So the book is not a direct ancestor of the movie Event Horizon (the novelization of which I read in 2008), but I can see how it might have been an inspiration. Someone takes the base conceit–a ship went somewhere extra-dimensionally/extra-timely and its occupants went mad–that someone put their own spin on. You know, if I were more of a writer instead of just a twee little blogger, maybe I would mine the 1970s midlist fiction I read from time to time for ideas. Ah, but that’s effort, and I’m not giving up nap time or time to try to finish the Winter Reading Challenge for actual productivity of any sort. Perish the thought!

Ah, gentle reader. I combed my stacks for something “Inspiring” to read for the 2026 Winter Reading Challenge. You might remember, gentle reader, that I also had trouble with the “Feels Good” category last year, settling for Hope Always Wins. Which might have made a good entry this year for this category, but, alas, I’d already read it. I had one of the small poetry collections I get bundled for fifty cents at the Friends of the Springfield-Greene County Library book sale with “Inspirational” in the subtitle, but I’ve already got two poetry collections on this list. So I found this book, which I bought…. I dunno. No book sale marks on it, no ABC Books sticker on it–I think I received this as a gift. Someone gave me a book. Probably my beautiful wife. Its subtitle is The Teachings of Bruce Lee, and the author is his daughter (who was four when he died).

So, inspiring? Well, it made me want to practice martial arts (which, of course, I haven’t, because that would not be wasting my time like writing twee little apps) and to watch the Bruce Lee movies I bought a year ago (soon, now that I’m about a book and a half away from completing the Winter Reading Challenge). This book is really three books in one:

1. A biography of Bruce Lee’s adult years, studying philosophy, working in Hollywood, starting his martial art (jeet kune do), and writing.
2. A memoir of the daughter as she works through some of her issues, seeking knowledge from a variety of thought sources and practices, and landing on her father’s writing as she takes the reins of Bruce Lee’s enterprises in adulthood.
3. A self-help book, nominally based on the works and writings of Bruce Lee (paraphrased), but run through a corporate-speak blender. At several points in the book, I lost the thread of thought because I was counting variations on to be as the verb in a sentence. In some places it was over fifty percent. Maybe sixty. It’s just not compelling writing, although it improved later in the book where it got punchier.

It was definitely a slow read for its subject matter, better in the spots where she’s exegesisating on something of her father’s, and I did get one or two things out of it, particularly the way the book differentiates react versus respond. Also, she documents one day of his workout regimen which includes hundreds of punches, which reminds me (as so much does) that I have a heavy bag which I rarely use–and I should, especially since a martial arts class yesterday showed me again how my left side kicking strength has withered. So the book inspired me to watch Bruce Lee movies and to work out more, especially in my martial arts skills.

The book could have benefited from an editing to trim the corporatese language and to punch it up with some action verbs. Did I use “punch up” and “punchier” in a book report on a book about Bruce Lee? You betcha. It’s my blog, and I do what I want.

For the 2026 Winter Reading Challenge‘s “Genre New To You” category, and given how voraciously, profligately, widely, and not very wisely read, I definitely had to go narrow and niche. So I thought of an Amish romance because I read Lewis’s blog (Rural Revolution). Which is good, because the only other thing that might qualify as some of the more modern monster erotica, and, well, let’s just say I’d only go 14 of 15 on the Winter Reading Challenge if that were my only choice.

So I ordered this book new from Amazon as part of the $10 in padding I needed to get the spare oven heating element I ordered after replacing it yet again in our tiny oven. Ah, gentle reader. I had to return that heating element because it was mailed in a plastic bag and had, strangely enough, gotten bent in transit. A couple days later, I sat down to read a copy of this book, but I discovered that it, too, was no good–someone has spilled coffee or something on it in the bindery, on the pages, before it was bound. The cover was pristine, but the first forty pages were completely unreadable–I mean, the paper quality on this little throwaway are pretty thin, but spilling coffee on them made them translucent and washed much of the print off of them. And some employee let this go through rather than stop the line. I guess I cannot say anything–when I ran a printing press, I let some prescription blanks of questionable quality pass because I was already attracting attention for my waste. Fortunately, Amazon took the second return from three items ordered that day and sent a replacement post haste ergo post (he said, trying to make a pun in Latin because he’s been listening to lectures on Roman authors recently). And I got to read a legible copy. Although, I must note that the replacement copy had light damage, dinging and whatnot, to the edges of the book. Probably as much from the cheap materials as Amazon mishandling, but my Amazon tweehad continues.

So: Well, the characters are all Amish–no Englisch (that is, non-Amish Americans) have speaking roles. Olivia has just moved to a settlement in Montana from Ohio after her father’s death. She is settling into her rental cottage and life as a spinster–she’s almost 30, and, as she and other remind us, she is awfully plain in appearance. One morning, she hears something on her doorstep, and she discovers a baby and a note. Her estranged wild-child sister is off with yet another man and has left her months-old baby for her sister to take care of. Olivia doesn’t know much about children, and when a local handyman appears at the door, she turns to him for help. And he’s handsome, unattached, and also new to the settlement. They’re both kind of starting over after losses–she took care of her father until he died; the handyman is looking for a new start after a relationship ends. They decide to buy a farm together, and to get married to do so–but they encounter some opprobium and a little resistance from the community–and when the sister returns, Olivia is worried she will tempt the handyman–or take the baby away.

The book has rather few events in it, instead padded out a bit by the interior thoughts of the main characters, each wondering at length if the arrangement will end up in a love match, but, no, the other person couldn’t love me. And the book recounts the initial arrival of the baby several times as they recount the story to different people in the settlement.

And it had a couple of things that didn’t seem right to me. The Amish people talk a bit more modern than I would expect despite the interjection of German into the dialog. In the first two chapters, the setup–the baby on the doorstep–is called cliche twice. A couple of different speakers use “literally” when describing something–they use it correctly, but “literally” is a speech tic that not everyone shares. That sort of thing, a speech tic shared by multiple characters, has been something I’ve watched out for ever since college, where one of my colleagues wrote a play where all of the characters exclaimed the name of the person they were talking to when surprised–something she did, but not everyone else did. She, too, probably called a lot of things cliche as was the style at the time. But I guess I could be mistaken–maybe the Amish do say “Whatever” and stuff. My experience with the Amish is avoiding their buggies on regional highways and reading occasional books about Englisch encounters with them. Maybe I should go to some of the localish Amish shops to do my own research.

Eh, not really my genre. I’m sure Mrs. Lewis knows her market and what she’s doing. She’s sold more copies of this book than I have all of my books and my apps put together. Of course, as I read her blog, I can see some parallels to her life in it–like building a pantry into their farmhouse–her husband did that when they moved to their new place a couple years ago–so when I say “I can see,” I mean I sorta can–I remember the pictures she posted.

At any rate, probably a serviceable entry in the genre, but I feel like my boys when they were younger: It would have been better with guns in it (like the genre paperbacks available by subscription that I generally read). I mean, I liked the movie better.