I received this as an offer from Brett, I took it up as this was described as a techno-thriller, and I like a good thriller (McClean, Jenkins, Higgins, Bagley, all great.) I admit to being dubious since the techno part of that made me think twice, I’m not exactly a technophobe, more of a techno-illiterate, but I got the book anyway and settled in with it. I found it a little slow to start, hampered by my ignorance of a LOT of the technical references, but once I was 50 pages or so in the characters were starting to grab me.
That aspect caught me up. I liked the people, the setting, and the plot, and when I finally put the book down about 5 hours later I’d had an excellent read. Yes, I skipped over most of what to me was technobabble, but the useful thing about this book is that a reader can come at it from either level. I’m sure someone who really knows their scientific onions would love every minute of it, they’d get caught up in the technical aspects and understand that stuff, finding them cutting edge. On the other hand, someone like me, who knows absolutely nothing about any of it, and happily skips most of that, still enjoys as I said, the characters, the plot, and the background.
This is what I would describe as a ‘very today novel.’ And yet, the motivation behind most of the events is as old as anything human and completely believable, as are those involved in the events. I’d say, that if you like thrillers, give this techno-thriller a try, if you’ve been hesitant to try one before, this could give you a very pleasant surprise.
OPERATION HAIL STORM by Brett Arquette
My Musings on Old Age 41.
in one way growing older is very useful. I find that as an author I have a lot more experiences – read about, heard from friends, happened to me – to draw on for my writing and books. Nice to know there are SOME compensations.
It’s hot!
and it is, talking to various friends, some in Auckland, some in Wellington, I am assured that it isn’t any better where they are. Here we may be getting a reasonable amount of rain (over 3 1/2 inches for the month to date) but the heat has stayed right up there, and all the wet does is add humidity. It isn’t that bad in the daytime, but it makes it almost impossible to sleep many nights, and the reply to someone asking of I’d ever thought of moving to Australia, was “When I die I may be going to hell, why would I want to move prematurely?” Because, yes, from reports I’ve seen, it’s a lot hotter there and I’m not up for that.
CHRISTMAS FOR OLDER KIDS – A CHAPBOOK by David Riley
This came, to my pleasure, as an unexpected Christmas present from an author/editor to whom I’ve sold quite a number of stories over past years. And as I always enjoy his work I leaped upon it and read the whole thing in one gulp. I giggled and groaned as I read, and finally put it down with that best of feelings for a writer, that I would have liked more of it.
The chapbook contains five short stories, all of them with a wicked edge. And yes, a couple at least certainly are for ‘older kids,’ There’s a while new angle on Santa and a girl who stays up late, then there’s a country that doesn’t like him at all and takes very decisive steps about it, there’s the modernized sleigh and what arises over that, and there’s a Oriental slant on Christmas via one of David’s regular Chinese characters, and finally, the tales return to the characters in the first story with a risque tale of Christmas, Santa, and various comings and goings.
David says, that the tales are darker and more cynical than the usual Christmas stories, but some of us enjoy that, and he notes that the stories have not been commercially published – my suggestion is that they are. Because if other reader’s reactions to them are similar to mine, then they should do quite well I note too that the cover is amusing, that the presentation as usual is excellent, and that the chapbook has gone into my permanent library. All of which is a recommendation for those who would enjoy a more sardonic view of the holiday season and some of its characters.
And for those that Heard
I was asked the other day about my time in hospital, and for those that heard something, yes, I spent 10 days – the latter half of November – in hospital. I finished my latest Holmes, shot that off to my editor, and realised I didn’t feel great. I had the acknowledgement of receipt next day, and heaved a sigh, right. THAT was done. Now I could afford to notice that I was unwell. I took my concerns to the doctor who agreed. I was very snartly removed to the hospital 75 minutes away by ambulance, where I had a kidney stone lasered to powder, and spent 9 more days recuperating.
Since then I have dropped back twice to add books to their (originally very meagre) ward library. I feel better, (and annoyed, as being in there with something else set back my dental surgery which was supposed to take place right in the middle of all that. Sigh. I’ve been ‘re-scheduled.) And while I felt fine on my return I found that I also had less energy than usual, so decided not to start the new book until New Year. It isn’t as if I have nothing to do, I have two anthology invitations, an article and two book reviews to write, Texas friends coming to stay over Christmas (Wheeee) and umpteen cards and presents to get done and posted. So all is well, my schedule remains full, and Thunder is very very happy to have me home! (So are the hens who are just starting to lay again, having all gone on strike in protest at my absense/the appearance of two other people they didn’t know, whose presence feeding them and egg collecting left my free-range flock quite miffed and blaming me.)
How Dry It Is!
Not that I’m panicking yet, but here we’ve had no rain at all this month so far, and while the place is still solidly green because of all the rain in previous months, I’ll start to worry soon. Our area tends to the medium. Others get floods, we get a lot of rain, others get droughts, we have a dryish season, but we don’t usually get it as hot and dry as early as this. I only hope the weather breaks this week as it’s supposed to do and we get an inch or two. On the other hand, I’d like a dry Christmas Day if possible – and if anyone is listening.
My Musings on Old Age 40
(You know, if I keep these up, eventually I’ll meet my own age…) And as I mentioned to another author friend recently, one advantage of growing old for an author is that you have more experiences and knowledge to draw on for your writing. It can be very useful.
And another Book (to be) sold
Just happily waiting on contracts – they MAY take a while as Christmas mail-clog is likely to start any minute – but when they arrive I’ll be signing for the sale of my SF/Disaster book, COALS & ASH, set in Australia. It’s sold to Altair Books in Oz, too, and as I’ve worked with the editor – Robert Stephenson – a number of times with short stories sold to his anthologies I already know he’s an excellent editor. If all goes well, the book should be out around mid-1918 and I look forward to it, the sf/disaster books are some of my favourites after decades of reading Day of the Triffids, Alas Babylon, Cold Sea Rising, and a whole shelf of other ‘post-holocaust’ books I have and regularly re-read.
LEGENDS OF THE DRAGON COWBOYS – Laura Givens/David B. Riley
This came in for review the other day and I was delighted. I’ve seen both authors’ work a number of times over the year and always enjoy it, and this duo is I fully expected to provide me with an excellent weekend’s reading – and it did.
The Venerable Travels of Ling Fung walks a clever line between the Occident and the Orient in the old west, beginning with Ling Fung deploring the modern manners of his niece before discovering that she had put out flyers all over the area describing him as an assassin and offering his talents. Things go on from there to become still more interesting, and I thoroughly enjoyed all the stories of Ling Fung, and the peculiar events with which he became entangled. David does a very nice weird western at any time, and these are some of the best I’ve read.
Followed by Chin Song Ping and the Long Long Night by Laura Givens, whose stories I am also familiar with, and equally always enjoy.To my initial surprise this began in France in 1945, but I was reassured to find a page or so later than I was back in Wild Western territory and off on a wild ride into demons, dangerous mechanical creatures, mayhem, mystery and murder.
And to cap it all off, the presentation is excellent, the cover (By Laura Giverns too) both cleverly done and attractive, the layout good, and the print a decent size, neither over-large nor too small. The Editor, David Lee Summers has done his usual excellent job, and all in all, this is a nice piece of work. I’d recommend it to any reader who likes Weird Westerns – and to anyone who hasn’t met them yet, this is a great place to start.
Lemon tree very pretty
31 January 2018
lemon tree very loaded as well right now. A wet winter/Spring, and a hot summer seems to have seen it producing like a fountain. not that I mind. But it is keeping me busy. Yesterday and today I have delivered – half a dozen to my friend next door. 20 to a friend down the rod, and half a shopping bag to another friend. My house manager departed bearing a number of lemons. And this afternoon I delivered half a bag to our health clinic for the waiting room lemon basket, and two large shopping bags’ full to the dairy – where they now appear in an even larger carton with a sign, $2 a bag. (the money going to our health clinic.) And if anyone wonders, this is a Meyer lemon – I wouldn’t have any other – it’s almost 30 years old, oh, and I forgot the last lemon. A small one that fell off when I removed its big brother, Thunder has that and is currently batting it about his cat park. I tell you, lemons here get around!