Previously, Killers of a Certain Age, which was an interesting premise as our society ages. Other than me, I’m still immature as always.
Loved the author’s note, at the beginning:
“Authors are liars. Some of what you’ll read here is true; some of it isn’t. You’ll have to figure out which is which for yourself.”
Good sequel about women of a certain age, “You’re killing me.”
Perfidy amongst illegitimate operators.
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“And discourse fustian with one’s own shadow? O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!”
Cassio in Shakespeare’s Othello (II.iii.221)
#Shakespeare
Remind me of another character from popular fiction.
Strong plot, love the setting. Part of a serial, late to the party.
Rather good book.
Reminds me of? Preston and Child.
Billed as a short story, on my Kindle App, it ran out to an even hundred pages. Took me three nights to finish it, and most short stories, I can consume in a single sitting, that being the point. So this was more akin to a novella rather than a short story. Your mileage may vary, as “they” say.
Evocative pacing, nice language, setting, and a good turn of the phrase, but what caught my attention, part way through? Some comment about “Past life experience,” or that moment when one is jumping a timeline. “Precognition,” is actually a better term, when it occurs.
I almost copied the line, something about “Ever have that experience where you know you’ve been here before?” I’m not getting it right, and I’ve already returned the story, so I won’t go trying to find it. Besides, I didn’t highlight the passage, paused long enough, and just got stuck looking through my old notes to figure out where, when, I know this has happened to me.
The details are sketchy, and getting worse with time.
I was flirting with Austin. There used to be a rudimentary stage under the oaks in old south Austin, just shy of the river, the place was called Green Mesquite BBQ. We had all worked at the old hotel that was around 71 & 35, NE corner? By the old IRS complex? Might’ve been the Austin Opera House. Sunday night, Green Mesquite used to have an amateur bluegrass group, kind of country, a little rock’n’roll, that venerated, vaunted Austin Sound? Wan winter’s eve, maybe a fall show, early, early ’90s. Sitting there, the band sawing through, let’s just say “Orange Blossom Special” for an example, the recall isn’t what it used to be, or maybe some other song, something from the pantheon of Cosmic Cowboys singers and songwriters, but the music, fiddle, pedal steel, sawing through the tunes, under the Live Oaks redolent in the hues of night and aroma of smoked meat? It was that out-of-body experience. Decades later, I lived near that place, and it was the inspiration for Two-Meat Tuesday. I spent years in and out of there.
Maybe two-thirds done with the story, I hit upon that line about an “out-of-body” experience, and thought about my first time at Green Mesquite, and how there was that forward-facing flashback.
Not really what the story itself is about, either. The premise, suppose your ex, the “The One That Got Away,” calls on the morning of the wedding, and asks to be rescued…
Fighting inflation: five years — NO price increase!
What’s changed? Mostly the credit card processing back-end. Hint: I don’t ever store a credit card number, not at home, not at the office, nor on the website itself.
It super-simple, and as always, prices have been pre-haggled for the lowest price to the customer and the pre-haggled prices?
“For your shopping convenience.”
Hint: it’s the menu algorithm.
Short story eerily reminiscent of old pulp, but smartly updated.
A “short story,” more a novella in my mind, by its length. Thoroughly satisfying.
#SciFi
“I pray you do not fall in love with me,
For I am falser than vows made in wine.”
Shakespeare’s As You Like It (III.v68)
Previously another Rosalind.
#Shakespeare
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