Ennui and books
Ennui continues unabated. Sigh.
I opend the other bag of peanut butter m&ms today.
It's been threatening rain more than anything else, all day, although it did have brief bouts of sort of spitting when I was out running errands, which is about all I was able to get done today, and even that wasn't much.
Today I discovered that the company I buy my miso from has been bought by another company, and they've changed the recipe for the genmai miso, which was the one I liked best, in between the hatcho (red) and shiro (white). But the new genmai miso is almost exactly the same color as the hatcho. :-(
I've read a few Patricia Cornwells lately. She is easy for me to read, and I like Kay Scarpetta. BUT I am getting tired of how repetetive they are. How many times can someone try and sabotage her from within her own office of so few people? How many times can the killer be playing with her and finally go after her in her own home? How many times can she not learn from the mistakes she made the last four times these same events happened? Puh-lease!
That Robert Barnard I mentioned below, which was THE BODY AT THE HAWORTH TANDOORI, turned out to be structured dreadfully. It opens, they find the body, and everything is fine for the first 35 pages. Then suddenly there is a 98-page info-dump in back story. And then finally, the story resumes where it was interrupted. It is not until page 160 or so that anything really interesting happens, and there is only one really interesting thing that happens in a 190 page book. And it wasn't worth slogging through for.
I did really enjoy his DEATH BY SHEER TORTURE and I was surprised by how he pulled some unexpected things off in FETE FATALE, although again it was a slog for the first 130 pages or so. But I've come to realize Barnard is really irregular. I think I have one more novel of his that I've already bought, which I'm in no rush to read, but from now on I think I won't buy anything except for DEATH ON THE HIGH C's, which has been repeatedly recommended.
I also read Diane Mott Davidson's DYING FOR CHOCOLATE, which was amusing enough, and John Morgan Wilson's RHAPSODY IN BLOOD which I liked. Not as dark as many of the Benjamin Justice novels are, but a huge improvement over the penultimate book in the series which I found deadly dull.
I read two Kelly Armstrong pieces: BROKEN, which was a disappointment (and I had such hopes it being another novel about Elena), and then her novella "Chaotic" in DATES FROM HELL, which was even more of a disappointment. BITTEN is, I think, a really wonderful book. They've all gone downhill from there, though. DIME STORE MAGIC and even INDUSTRIAL MAGIC were still fun. But HAUNTED went off the deep end, and really mucked up the cosmology of the world. And BROKEN... well, there's nothing truly wrong about it, I guess, I just couldn't care. And besides the Jack-the-Ripper nonsense, which always bores me to tears. I keep reading them from inertia, I guess, and also in hopes that something will be as good again as BITTEN was, although since the series has gone from a literary novel about a woman who happens to be a werewolf to this epic save-the-world, witches against sorcerer cabals etc. scope, I shoudl admit (to myself if no one else) that that's just not going to happen. Of course, the two MAGIC titles were fun enough, but... Maybe things're getting out of hand for her?
Last night I started Dana Stabenow's BLINDFOLD GAME. So far it's better than her other non-Shugak series (the Liam Campbell books) but it's still not Shugak. :-( Has anyone read her Sven Stardotter sci-fi trilogy?