The real solutions are simple. The author either shortens the book to the
length that the nature of the story calls for – duh – or creates “filler” that
is so interesting and compelling that the reader doesn’t mind if the action gets
derailed from time to time. This takes a
very good writer. Okay, maybe anyone who
is not a “very good writer” shouldn’t write.
I could name a few highly successful ones. “Memory in Death” utilizes this second option,
and it works. When the reader is
thoroughly enjoying the banter between characters we care about, or the antics
of the characters are sufficiently amusing, the “filler” doesn’t seem like
“filler” at all. What’s a better word
for it? In a newspaper, “filler” stories
are often “human interest” stories, and in a novel, “human interest” is pretty
much what it’s about as well. Maybe it’s
just “development.” Close enough.
J. D. Robb is really Nora Roberts, very well-known as a
“Romance” writer. So we shouldn’t be too
surprised if some of the “filler” in this book is sex scenes. The fact that these sex scenes always involve
a married couple might appear to make them more palatable to some people, but
they still seem jarringly out of place, like sips of wine with your chocolate
chip cookies. Do we grow closer to the
characters by watching them get it on?
Possibly some of us do, but to me it’s like watching someone in the next
car pick their nose. I feel like I’ve
invaded their privacy. Is this
prudishness on my part? The people who
know me would laugh at that notion. If I
wanted porn, I know where to find it.
Ironically, it seems that Eve, our heroine, shares my
sentiments: ‘Straight in her line of
vision, Peabody and McNab were locked in a big, sloppy kiss, hips grinding
together as they used the music as an excuse for vertical humping. “Stop!
Cease and desist, or I’m locking you both in separate cells for public
lewdness.” She kept walking. When Peabody caught up, she was huffing. Eve didn’t think it was the quick trot that
had her breathing heavy. “We were just
-” “Say nothing,” Eve warned. “Do not speak. We’re heading to the hotel. I’m going to get those wires planted…”’ The relationship between these two women has
been a sheer joy to behold throughout the book!
The case that Eve is working takes her and her
co-workers through a confusing forest of details, clues and suspects. Watching Eve’s approach to sifting through
the evidence is all part of the fun of reading a book like this, and we feel
the frustration right along with her of not being able to put our finger on the
key that will suddenly have everything falling into place. This might eventually lead to that feeling
that we should have seen it all along, but somehow, in this case, I don’t think
so. One of the possibilities that Eve
has considered is that one of the other foster children Trudy abused has come
back to haunt her and is responsible for the murder. That’s my favored theory at this point, but I
wouldn’t bet a lot of money on it!
Next week: Chapters 17-21 (Conclusion)
Join us next month for Junes’s book of the month; “The Real Frank Zappa Book,” by
Frank Zappa and Peter Occhiogrosso!
This is the
second-best way to expose yourself to the particular genius of Frank Zappa
(music is the best, after all)--through his own words. In addition to being an
idiosyncratic American composer of some degree of controversy, Zappa was an
orator of no small ability or scope. He was known for his ability to expound at
great length (and to hilarious effect) on any number of topics. The Real
Frank Zappa Book faithfully captures this side of its author, composed of
essays on everything from his background and upbringing, to politics,
capitalism, and raising children. Zappa takes the opportunity to dispel some of
the most pervasive rumors that surrounded him right up to (and even persist
after) his death in 1993 (no he didn't do drugs, or sleep with all those groupies).
If you're familiar with the man, you will be able to hear his distinctive
enunciations (aided by the bold-facing of certain words and Zappaisms) as you
read the assorted road stories, his views on making music for a living, and
scenes from two--count them, two--organized hearings on obscenity in music. Of
course, the chapter titles speak for themselves and include such Zappa winners
as "All About Schmucks," "Marriage (As a Dada Concept),"
and "America Drinks and Goes Marching." – Amazon.com review (4.5 stars).
Determined to write a book
that had " real stuff in it," the outspoken Zappa, one of the most
inventive and controversial artists of the past 20 years, is frank, often
disgusting, and always entertaining in describing his life ("How weird am
I, anyway?"), his philosophy of music ("Take it or leave it, I now
will this to be music "), and art in general ("The most important
thing in art is The Frame "). Zappa also relates his opinions about the
music performing and recording industries, but then rattles on about a myriad
of things: church, drugs, yuppies, politics. The book would have benefited from
a discography and a bibliography. Recommended for libraries with large pop
culture collections. - Donald W. Maxwell, Carmel Clay P.L., In, from Library
Journal.Week 1: Chapters 1-4
Week 2: Chapters 5-8
Week 3: Chapters 9-14
Week 4: Chapters 15-19
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