Double Jeopardy
Another Stuart Woods book. Another adventure with the bon vivant, ex-cop, sort of lawyer, and fictional consort to the fictional female president?
As a lover, he sure gets a lot of action.
“Kramer? It’s fiction.”
“Fine. (sotto voce, I’m just sayin’)…”
It’s fun stuff, and what I remark upon, every time, is the serial nature, yet novel in construction, pacing, and most important? Readability.
Seems like there’s a new book, I’m guessing, right at 50 or 60K words, every 3 months. Running references, and the novels themselves are well-constructed, from both a literary standpoint, and from a tangible frame of reference, too. Nice paper. Flashy cover. Readable type.
More important, to me, a readable novel. Quick read as there is usually an absolute absence of style, which, in itself, is a style. I keep thinking I would imitate that total absence of style, impeccable pacing, and resonant discourse, but it hasn’t happened yet.
It’s less about the content of the novel itself, and more about how I feel when I’m reading it. Lost, for a brief time, in a world full of private jets, high-stakes politics, and random acts of….
Unexpected, and for me, a delight.
