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A Spy Like Me – Kim Sherwood
The second installment in Sherwood’s planned 007 trilogy, it continues to tread ground that is very unlike anything ever written for the Bond franchise. James Bond himself remains absent (mostly), as the rest of the Double-Os attempt to unravel a network that finances terror attacks before it can strike again. They’re also searching for clues for Bond’s status and whereabouts. And seem to be getting killed off at a fairly concerning rate. Oh, and is there a double agent in their midst?

What sets Sherwood’s Bond work apart is how she plants them firmly in the modern age, beyond even where the Daniel Craig era pulled the movie franchise. I’m sure a lot of geezers get annoyed by all the wokeness – “How can there be gay spies?!?!” – but her characters fit our age, so those old fogies can piss off.

I still struggle with Sherwood’s writing style. It is also far different than the many other authors who have carried the series since Ian Fleming’s death. I keep arguing with myself on whether a Bond novel should have a certain core style, or if it is ok to break free of those restraints. Maybe the combination of her writing with a more edgy, modern flair and the very modern characters is too much for me? Maybe I’m an old fogey?!?!

I didn’t love this. But I’ll stick with Sherwood for one more book to see how her arc turns out. And maybe at the end it will all make sense to me.

A Christmas Story – Jean Shepherd
The 17th straight December I’ve sat down for a few hours to revist this classic. Still makes me laugh.

Brothers – Alex Van Halen
I got this after reading the New York Times article about it I linked to a few weeks back. I was intrigued by Alex’s seeming willingness to share more than the standard, aging-rocker bits about his life, career, and relationship with his late brother Eddie. This book was certainly frank, but I wouldn’t describe it as surprising.

Alex runs through the Van Halen brothers’ lives, from early childhood in Holland to moving to the US to discovering rock music and launching their band. He marches through Van Halen’s history up to when David Lee Roth left the band in 1985. Then he stops, jumping ahead to describe his life as a 70-year-old and his continued grief at the loss of his younger brother in 2020. There are lots of good tidbits from each section but, again, I think if you’ve read about the band or watched shows about them, you either know some of the stories or could guess at them.

I guess my point is the book is not gossipy at all. When he shares details that might shock people, they are often via quotes from already published works. So, again, a fan would be familiar with them. He talks about how he and Eddie fought constantly, but they also loved each other more than anyone else and always had each other’s backs. How he felt that his brother crumpled under the pressure of being labeled a “guitar genius.” How the entire band took things too far to the extremes at times. How DLR drove them all nuts nearly from the beginning. How disappointed he was when that initial incarnation of the band ended. There’s nothing super controversial in his words, though. He often defends DLR, saying his wackiness was the perfect counter to the VH brothers’ musical talent. That you need someone who loves the public eye and is ambitious if you want to be successful.

However, he barely mentions Michael Anthony. He does drop Sammy Hagar’s name a couple times, but only in the context of how the Red Rocker once opened for Van Halen and how, before they signed their first recording contract, their manager wanted to boot DLR for Hagar. There’s not a word about the Van Hagar years. Nor what came after that. Perhaps because his brother wasn’t as happy in these years, or Alex’s partying got out of hand and he eventually had to get sober to stay healthy and able to play.

As I said, much of the book is Alex’s reaction to quotes from others. He pulls lengthy passages from books by DLR, producer Ted Templeman, manager Noel Monk, and many interviews with Eddie and then shares his reaction to them. Sometimes he provides context, sometimes he argues, sometimes he supports. I found that manufactured dialog fun to read. Often when he disagreed with someone, Alex pointed out that he understood where the other person was coming from. I expected the book to be more combative, for some reason. Maybe Alex has mellowed as he aged. Or perhaps I’ve had the wrong view of him for 40-some years. I like this mature Alex, though. He’s old enough to know a lot of the things we fight about are kind of silly and there’s nothing productive by remaining upset about them years later.

Because of all those quotes/reactions, the book can come across as a little light. I still really enjoyed it. My biggest takeaway is how much Alex loved, and continues to love, his brother and how proud he is of what they created. And that Alex is probably a pretty good dude to hang out with.

Happy Thanksgiving to all! Hope your travels and gatherings are safe and enjoyable.

The Right Stuff – Tom Wolfe
Somewhere I ran across an author/poster I follow who mentioned that they had recently read this book. In their blurb, they said something about not loving Wolfe’s writing style but still enjoying the book.

I’ve never read any of Wolfe’s work before. At least for this piece, I loved his writing and the book.

I have seen the 1983 movie based on The Right Stuff many, many times. Or at least parts of it, back when it used to run on cable often. So I knew the basic story, the tale of the seven astronauts selected for the United States’ Mercury project designed to put a man in orbit. The movie is fun.

The book is more fun.

Wolfe writes in a breezy style that you are never quite sure if he’s totally into the mythology of the astronauts or making fun of it. That gets applied to everyone involved in the story, from the astronauts’ wives to politicians to NASA administrators to the media of the era. He often adopts the perspective of his subjects, and does so in a very 1950s, gee-whiz manner. This is a serious subject, but he never takes it too seriously. He’s not looking to explain the science behind putting a man into space, but rather exploring the personalities involved and the public reaction to them.

The Sun Down Motel – Simone St. James
Another one of the “scary” books I put on hold back in early October that also came through after the spooky season had ended. And, again, it worked out perfectly, as this book is split into two overlapping sections, one in November 1982, the other in November 2017. You know how I am about reading books in their proper moment in the calendar.

In the 1982 portion, Viv is on her way to a new life in New York City from Illinois before she gets stranded in a strange little town in rural New York. To earn some cash to complete her trip to the city, she begins working the overnight shift at a small motel. A motel where weird shit happens. She eventually learns of a series of strange deaths and disappearances, and begins investigating them. This leads to trouble.

In the more modern section, Viv’s niece Carly moves to that same small town to look into the disappearance and presumed death of her aunt 35 years early. She stays in the same apartment, gets the same job, and runs into some of the same creepy stuff her aunt ran into. And she begins finding connections between her aunt’s disappearance and the ones Aunt Viv was looking into.

This is one of those books where the resolution isn’t super surprising. How St. James get there is what makes the book fun. There is some truly creepy stuff and a highly satisfying and deserved end for one character. A good page turner as we drift into the dark months.

Let the Right One In – John Ajvide Lindqvist
I put several scary books on hold in late September and hoped one or two would come in before Halloween. This one actually came through after the holiday, but that was perfect as it takes place in the week before and after Halloween, 1981. In Sweden. So it’s a little weird.

Not sure I realized when I added this to my holds that it was a vampire book. I haven’t done much of the vampire thing. And, I have to say, I did not love this one. Maybe it was the Swedishness of it. Or it was a sometimes tedious story that seemed to stretch on far too long. But most likely it was some of the brutal violence that goes along with the genre. It was a little much at times. Plus vampire stories all seem kind of the same to me. I guess I should have read the synopsis closer before adding this to my list.

Nuclear War: A Scenario – Annie Jacobsen
This was flat-out the scariest book I read last month. That was totally random, as I had placed a hold on this in late August and it finally came in during the spookiest month of the year.

It is exactly what its title suggests: Jacobsen lays out, minute-by-minute and sometimes second-by-second, the course of events over a roughly 90-minute stretch after a nuclear missile is launched at the US. How the launch is detected, how the missile flies, what the procedures are within the US government, how a response is chosen and approved, the result of the first detonation, and how other countries get pulled into the event, turning a single-missile attack into global nuclear war that basically ends civilization as we know it.

The first half of the book reads like a novel. You can’t help but race through pages, thinking something will avert the inevitable end. As Jacobsen shifts into laying out what happens after the bombs start exploding, it’s a decidedly less thrilling read.

Our generation grew up with nuclear war hanging over our heads. For 30 years we’ve thought that fear had largely passed. With more countries gaining access to nuclear weapons and some of the countries who already possess them being led by less mentally stable people, that threat is far closer than we think. As this book points out, a single rogue missile is all it could take to send us down a path we can’t turn back from.

The Hobbit, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, The Return of the King – J.R.R. Tolkien

I’ve thought about re-reading The Lord of the Rings for several years and finally pulled the trigger. Which was dumb. Given how focused I am on nostalgia, memories, and anniversaries, I really should have tackled it last year, the 40th anniversary of the first time I read it. In fact, that’s how I spent the fall of 1983, working through these four books as a couple friends did the same. So much for symmetry.

I honestly can’t tell you what triggered me to finally jump in. I was waiting on several books from the library and had a lull. We have all the LOTR books in our one remaining bookcase, so I’m sure I had seen them at some point and they made an impression. On the last Saturday in September I checked to see if they were available via ebook at the library and most were.[1] I checked out The Hobbit and The Two Towers and put holds on the other two. Thus I snuck one book in between The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring but basically spent the last month pouring through these four classics.

This was at least my third time reading the series. There was the first time in seventh grade, a mid–90s re-read, and now. I’m not sure if I squeezed out another effort sometime between the first two.

So it had been 41 years since the first read, I’m guessing 27 or 28 since the second. Plus I saw the movies when they came out roughly 25 years ago. Naturally, as I worked through the books lots of details came back to me just before I got to those sections of the stories. I forgot how much influence classic Greek epics had on Tolkien’s writing, surely as much as traditional British writing.

As easy as it is to make fun of people who go all Star Wars on LOTR, they really are great stories. It was fun to pick up moments that have influenced more modern works. As I read The Two Towers I sure felt connecting points to the general arc of The Empire Strikes Back. When The Ring comes to its final fate, I immediately thought of the final moment of action in Die Hard. Plus plenty of general points that pop up in modern stories.

I’ve said many times how I am intrigued by the concept of sci-fi and fantasy, but really struggle to connect when I occasionally take a stab at those genres. I’ve always thought some of that was because of how well Tolkien crafted his worlds and stories, and that nothing else made sense to my mind. There is some general, fantasy silliness in his books, at least to me, the non-fantasy fan. But the stories do hold up well, other than some casual racism. I bet some uptight parents even think Tolkien was kind of woke for the moments when he had women assert that they had the right to fill the same roles as men. All that makes it worth devoting a month that could have been spent on other books working through stories I’ve read before.

My biggest criticism is there was too much detailed description of this mindless march or that one. Too much detailing of every tree and plant the Fellowship saw, or spinning out history that doesn’t have a great effect on the core story. So many names of kingdoms and blood lines. There was some juvenile laughter on my part about how often the Hobbits place their heads in each other’s laps to take a nap. The stories could be tightened up just a bit. But they are supposed to be epic quests against absolute evil attempting to take over the world; you have to allow some space for Tolkien to stretch shit out.

Now the question is will I watch the movies again? My To Watch list is probably longer than my To Read list. Right now it doesn’t look like Peter Jackson’s movies are on any streaming platforms we pay for. I would imagine we’ll either re-up with Max at some point, or they’ll land on Prime or wherever eventually and then I’ll load them into the queue.

Going to fire off three quick summaries of recent books before we head to the airport.

Middle of the Night – Riley Sager
The Only One Left – Riley Sager

I was not at all familiar with Sager’s work, but when I saw Middle of the Night pop up on multiple lists of must read new books over the summer, I jumped on it. Wise choice.

It is an excellent, spooky, freaky, fun mystery revolving around the disappearance and presumed death of a young boy in 1994 and his best friend’s efforts to cope with that loss as an adult, and then deal with weird coincidences that pop up 30 years after the disappearance. It pushes up against the supernatural, but eventually the causes for those seemingly unexplained incidents are relatively mundane. Except for one element…

Lots of twists and turns, especially in the final 20 or 30 pages, when Sager fakes the reader this way and that. Highly satisfying.

After that, I put a ton of his old books on hold and The Only One Left was the first to pop up. You can tell it’s from earlier in his career. It is less subtle and more in-your-face at times. That final stretch, where he offers several solutions for the mystery before the final reveal, is less elegant than in Middle of the Night. But it’s still a cool story, in this case about a 50-year-old murder mystery that has a shocking story that has been hidden in plain sight for those decades.

Cold Shot – Mark Henshaw
This is book two in Henshaw’s Kyra Stryker & Jonathan Burke series. After stopping a secret Chinese weapons program in the first book, here they are investigating a connection between the Iranians and Venezuelans that seems pointed at producing nuclear weapons for one or both of the rogue nations. Henshaw has been described as a modern Tom Clancy. That fits. He doesn’t go into pages-long descriptions of weapons or technology, but does find a way to still provide a lot of detail about such things without derailing his story for too long.

Solid plot, lots of action, the good guys win. What else do you need?

Trust Her – Flynn Berry
Three years ago I read Berry’s A Northern Spy, about an unaffiliated Northern Irish woman, Tessa, who gets pulled into the conflict between the IRA and British authorities because of her sister.

In this follow up, set a few years later, the siblings are settled in Dublin where they have carved out new lives with new identities. Until the IRA finds Tessa and threatens her family unless she attempts to turn the British agent she worked for when she was still in the North.

Much of the book progresses without much happening, just the slow building of pressure on Tessa. I wondered if Berry was making a statement more about the stresses people involved in the conflict lived with rather than writing a more straight-forward thriller. Then she threw a couple twists into the final fifth or so of the book that picked up the pace and gave it a more traditional feel.

I guess that ending was needed. After finishing I wondered if a book with a messier, open ending would have been more effective. I liked the idea of nothing ever truly being resolved during The Troubles. Each kidnapping and bombing and death led to another, then another. Each time the situation around you calmed down, there was sure to be some retaliatory act that would ratchet events back up again.

Eye of the Needle – Ken Follett
I remember seeing this book a lot as a kid, but never read it until now, after finding it on a list of best espionage novels ever written. After finishing it, hard to believe I put it off so long.

Set during World War II, it is the twin tale of a German spy embedded in Britain and the agents tasked with tracking him down. The chase picks up steam in the weeks before D-Day, when the spy discovers the true location of the Allied landing and attempts to get photographic evidence back to his superiors in Germany. There’s a rather unlikely but entertaining climax to his efforts in which a regular citizen is responsible for his failure. The entire plot is a bit by-the-numbers, but it is always entertaining, and ultimately works.

As the book was written in 1978 and set in the 1940s, I wondered if it would feel a bit off in tone. With the exception of a couple brief passages, which I think were reflective of how people would have talked during the war, I was surprised that the book did not feel out-of-date or fashion at all.

World Within A Song – Jeff Tweedy

Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back) – Jeff Tweedy
I’ve been a casual fan of Wilco, with occasional moments of greater interest, for a little over 20 years. I am most fond of the music they made from 1999 to 2004; hot-and-cold with them at other times.

When we had friends over a few weeks ago, I talked books with one guest. He asked if I had ever read any of Jeff Tweedy’s books. When I said no, he said he bet I would enjoy them, no matter how much I listened to Wilco’s music. He had just read World Within A Song and suggested I start there.

So I did, and read it in two days. And immediately got Tweedy’s proper memoir and read it in two days. Dude can write more than a good song.

World Within A Song is a list of both songs that have influenced him, for better or worse, over his life and little snippets of observations about touring or life. It was not what I was expecting. He is all over the place in his song choices. He writes about music from artists like The Minutemen, The Clash, Bob Dylan, The Replacements, etc that he loves and influenced what he wrote. He also includes tracks from artists like Leo Sayer and Judy Garland that bring back memories of his parents. And traditional stuff like “The Star Spangled Banner” and “Happy Birthday,” songs we have all heard a million times in our lives that he kind of hates.

Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back) is a straight autobiography, beginning with his childhood. He covers his discovery of music both as a listener and artist; his days in Uncle Tupelo and how he and Jay Farrar grew apart; the formation of Wilco, the addition and later firing of Jay Bennett from that band, and Wilco eventually leaving the major label world; his opioid addiction and recovery; how he met his wife, her cancer battles, and how they started a family; the deaths of his parents; and his fights with the recording industry. Pretty much everything. You always question how honest and accurate books like these truly are, but this seems like a warts-and-all accounting. I’m not sure if Farrar, Bennett’s family, or some of the other people Tweedy had conflicts with would agree with everything. But a book like this can only have one perspective.

What made me read these both in four days is that Tweedy is a terrific writer. Funny, eloquent, and open. He shares some pretty horrific, cruel stuff he did in his years as an addict without much filter. He doesn’t mince many words when he discusses his conflicts with Farrar and Bennett. You don’t necessarily admire him for every step he’s taken in his career, but you understand the bigger context they came in. He also gets deep into how he makes music and how that has changed over his career. Wilco has taken many hard left turns over their 30-years together. The songs covered in World Within A Song and events in Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back) help those diversions make a lot more sense.

Well, August was quite a month when it came to reading. I finished seven books last month. And that was with a vacation, the Olympics, paying more attention to baseball (at least some of the time), and watching the US Open mixed in. I guess I used my free time wisely. Also I read some very enjoyable books that kept me engaged and turning the pages.

Here are the last four from that run.

Thursday Murder Club – Richard Osman
One of my sisters-in-law had this with her when she visited last Christmas and without asking her about it, I added it to my reading list. When I checked its status at the library there was a 30+ week wait for it. Yowsa. I placed my hold and waited until early August when my name hit the top of the list.

Worth the wait. It is a fun, entertaining, thoughtful, charming, at times poignant book.

A group of four residents at a British retirement community start a club where they dive into cold cases for fun, hoping to find clues the police missed and bring the proper people to justice. Hey, big surprise, the group stumbles into a real murder in the process! Then another. And another. Working on their own, and sometimes in concert with the police, they eventually solve all the mysteries. Naturally the cold case they started with ends up tied to the new ones they are looking into, with a surprising connection to their group.

The end got a little messy, as Osman unravels all the threads he’s spun, including several that intentionally led in the wrong direction. That is the tiniest quibble. And perhaps I was just reading too fast as I raced to get to the resolution. I’m looking forward to more adventures with the gang from Cooper’s Chase.

She Rides Shotgun – Jordan Harper
It’s been quite awhile since I read a super-dark book. Like cringey dark. I’m not sure if this officially qualifies – it’s not into Daniel Woodrell territory, for example – but it did make me a little uncomfortable.

This centers on the heart-warming story of a dad reuniting with his estranged 11-year-old daughter and them forging a new relationship.

Well, it’s not quite that simple. Nate has been in prison and, just before being released because of a technical error in his conviction, kills a higher-up in one of the prison’s Nazi gangs. Then he kidnaps his daughter, Polly, from her school because he knows she is being targeted by the Nazis as part of their plan to destroy his life in retribution. After grabbing his daughter, Nate finds her mother and new husband murdered by the Nazis. They flee both the Nazis and the police, who think that Nate is responsible for the murders. Then Nate teaches Polly how to be a badass and she helps him rob Nazi stash houses and whatnot to earn a measure of revenge.

And it keeps getting darker from there.

I think I would have loved this story 10–15 years ago. Now, though? Not so much. Not just because of the wrongness of teaching your 11-year-old how to choke people out. There were some strange parts of the book where my question was less where was the story headed than what drugs was Harper using when he wrote those chapters.

Again, I might just be getting old. I’m going to give another of his novels a shot at some point, as he’s got a lot of notice for taking up the banner of noir lit.

The Pine Tar Game – Flip Bondy
Would you be shocked I raced through this book, about the Royals-Yankees rivalry at large and a certain 1983 baseball game in particular, in about 36 hours? I have vivid memories of the Pine Tar Game – I was at my grandparents’ home, watching with my grandfather. He took a nap after the game and when we woke, first thing he did, before lighting his traditional cigarette, was look at me, shake his head, and say, “That damn Billy Martin…” – but it was still fun to relive that day in great detail. It was also cool that one of the greatest rivalries of its era got a full accounting. Since it was a league championship series rivalry, it has largely faded into history outside of Kansas City.

Carrie Soto Is Back – Taylor Jenkins Reid
Finally, another book my sister-in-law directly recommended to me and that I saved until the US Open. Fine timing! This is focused on the greatest (fictional) women’s tennis player of all time, and her return to the game after a younger player ties her record for most majors won. Along the way Carrie Soto reconnects with her father, who had been her coach but from whom she became somewhat estranged late in her career. She has to deal with the realities of being nearly 40 and attempting to compete in major tournaments. And she gains a love interest on his own comeback trail.

Every aspect of this story is predictable. Reid has such a great, breezy yet compelling style of writing that it doesn’t matter that every twist and turn is telegraphed from chapters away. You keep turning pages anyway.

Dynastic, Bombastic, Fantastic – Jason Turbow
My brother in books David V handed me a copy of this on my visit to Kansas City in June. It took me some time to work through my stack of virtual books to crack it open, and once I did, I realized I had read it before, back in 2017. Looking back, I loved it so much then that I read it in two days. It’s not like this was Infinite Jest and I would be taking weeks and months away from books I had not read. So I continued, finishing it in three days this time.

Again, it was terrific. It covers the Oakland A’s dynasty of the early 1970s, how they were built, how they won three consecutive World Series, and then how free agency tore them apart. Owner Charles O. Finley, who many adults I grew up around hated because he moved the A’s from Kansas City, was the center of the storm. Turbow never gets into Finley’s politics, but he had a lot of personality traits similar to a certain old man currently running for president.

Other observations:
– It was interesting how during the Vietnam War a lot of MLB players would leave their teams in the middle of the season to do their two weeks of military reserve obligations.
– The A’s are considered one of the greatest dynasties ever. However, they were far from dominant. They easily could have lost any of the three league championship series they won, same for their three World Series. A few hits here, a few outs made there, and they are closer to the Buffalo Bills of the ‘90s as annual losers on the biggest stage, or even the Royals of the late ‘70s who couldn’t get out of the ALCS.
– Oakland couldn’t draw fans in the Seventies when they were the best team in baseball. I wondered what if they had built a better stadium in a better location. Would they have had better crowds and then been more consistently successful? Would they not be about to move to Las Vegas? Would the Giants have fled San Francisco in the 70s for Denver if the A’s were drawing 40,000 fans a night across the Bay/
– Reggie Jackson is one of the most fascinating players of all time. There’s never been anyone quite like him. He also might be one of the most overrated players ever? Maybe?
– I miss the days when teams were full of characters that didn’t speak in carefully managed sound bites and fought with each other as often as their opponents.

Then We Take Berlin – John Lawton
My vacation book, the first in a series that is generally well received that I’ve been meaning to get to for ages. Those good reviews were deserved.

What better way to start a spy series than by straddling World War II, the beginning of the Cold War, and deep in the heart of the Cold War via two different story tracks? We are introduced to Joe Wilderness, an English teen who learns the art of breaking and entering thanks to his uncle during the darkest days of World War II in London. Eventually he joins the military just as the war is ending, is funneled to intelligence, and sent to Berlin to handle some special missions. In the process he comes into contact with other Brits, Americans, and Russians who are focused not on post-war power, but on supplying goods in demand on the black market. Here’s where Wilderness’ b&e expertise comes in handy, as he discovers ways around the many physical and political impediments to moving product.

Jump to the 1960s and that knowledge becomes useful as Wilderness is recruited to help smuggle a person of importance from East Berlin to the West.

It is never a standard spy novel, as it is focused more on Wilderness’ illegal acts than his official ones. The writing is excellent, though, which made this a fine change of pace to someone like me who reads a lot of espionage novels.

The Neon Rain – James Lee Burke
I didn’t know much about Burke until recently, when I read an interview with him in which he discussed the state of our political process and society. I was intrigued when his interviewer asked about how Burke has rolled social issues into his novels, specifically discussions of race and injustice. So I figured I would give his most famous series, based on detective Dave Robicheaux, a shot. The result wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.

This book turned out to be much more of a hardboiled, classic detective novel than that interview suggested. Written and taking place in the Eighties in the south, it had a lot of cringey elements that made me wonder if Burke really was a champion for progressive causes. Then I realized that was 40 years ago, the way we talk about and to people has changed a lot, and he was reflecting the time and place his story was set in.

To be fair, Robicheaux, despite being a Vietnam veteran and a New Orleans detective who is comfortable blowing bad guys away, does seem deeper and more thoughtful than your stereotypical novel detective. My guess is that Burke slowly rolled those broader social critiques into Robicheaux.

All that said, the book was perfectly fine if formulaic. I’ll keep the series in the back of my mind for the next time I have a reading lull, but doubt I’ll rush back into it.

The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store – James McBride
McBride wrote the wonderful Deacon King Kong about a particular moment of life in the projects of 1960s New York. This had a very different setting, but was equally as charming.

This time he writes of a Depression-era Pennsylvania town where Jewish immigrants and Black families that have moved from the south form an uneasy alliance against locals that don’t want either of them there. The connecting point between those communities is Chona, a physically impaired Jewish woman who runs the Heaven and Earth Grocery Store frequented mostly by Black folks. She extends credit and doesn’t ask for payment. She slips children treats and presents. She writes strongly worded letters to the local papers demanding equality for all and calling out white residents who march with the Klan. In short, she looks out for all the people of her town that she thinks are getting the shaft.

Chona’s health takes a turn, there is an incident that makes it worse, an innocent Black boy is held accountable rather than the white doctor who was assaulting Chona, and both the Jews and Blacks join forces to avenge her.

That’s not a very good summation, but without going into great detail and ruining the story, it’s hard to share much about it.

Once again McBride has written a charming, hilarious, touching, and at times troubling story. It is filled with characters who have tremendous dignity and resilience in the face of a world that refuses to see them as complete humans worthy of respect and the same rights as their neighbors. And McBride wraps the story’s various threads in a completely satisfactory ending.

City in Ruins – Don Winslow
The final entry in Winslow’s Dan Ryan trilogy. Like the first two, it moves briskly. Also like the first two, that briskness makes it feel only partially formed. It was an interesting writing exercise, especially when compared to his Mexican cartel trilogy, cutting the story to the bone and eliminating anything that didn’t swiftly move the plot forward. It probably took me six or seven combined days to read this trilogy, about the same effort to read one of his cartel books. I think I prefer the cartel books.

Tales of a Vagabond DXer – Don Moore
I’ve mentioned a few times over the years how one of my weird, middle school hobbies was spending many hours listening to radio stations from all over the world on shortwave, an activity called DXing. Don Moore was famous in that sphere for living and traveling extensively in Central and South America in the 1980s and 90s, visiting these little, community radio stations that us weirdos up north would attempt to listen to at strange hours.

This book is a collection of reflections from that era and revised versions of articles he published 30 and 40 years ago. Even if you aren’t into radio at all, the travel aspects of his tales are pretty interesting. He began as a Peace Corp volunteer and kept a similar philosophy about his other travels, preferring hostels and other affordable lodging options to more luxurious locales. There are also good lessons about being a respectful visitor and how to make connections with people who have very different lives than you.

Old King – Maxim Loskutof
A story about people who run to our country’s most remote areas in hopes of escaping the pressures of mainstream life. One man runs to get away from his divorced wife and the memories of their marriage. Another in an effort to try to save animals as humans destroy their habitats. And a third to get as far away from all the modern aspects of society as possible while plotting his battle against modern technology.

That final one may sound a little familiar if you are of a certain age. That’s because it just happens to be Ted Kaczynski. Or at least an extrapolated story of his life in Montana’s wilderness in the 1970s and 80s. The other two main characters are people who run across Ted, and even have uneasy relationships with him while dealing with their own stuff.

Loskutof’s story is well written and engaging, but I’m not exactly sure if all those parts worked together. I found it strange that there wasn’t much of Ted, but a lot of the US Postal Service investigator who was tracking him. It seemed like perhaps this should have been just a novel about that, with the others used as color for what rural Montana was like at the time. Or, if this was to be a novel about people who reject modern, urban society and flee to our deepest interiors, the part about the postal investigator should have been scrapped.

Chain Gang All-Stars – Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah
I almost stopped reading this book twice, despite the critical acclaim it has received. The opening chapters seemed repetitive as Adjei-Brenyah slowly introduced a series of characters through similar sets of events. They are all convicted felons working to earn their freedom by participating in the Chain Gang All-Stars, a competition where inmates fought each other in a gruesome, ramped-up, American Gladiators-style competition. Survive long enough and your record gets expunged and you go free. The catch is each battle is to the death, so the odds of winning enough fights to be released are extremely low.

The felons who survive over time become celebrities, all of their daily activities recorded and broadcast for an eager public. They get sponsors and special treatment. Stadiums are filled with adoring fans who dress like them and repeat their catch phrases.

Once the story settled and moved beyond that introductory third or so, it got much better. One particular Chain, or team of competitors, is led by two women who are both deep into their careers. One is approaching enough wins to earn her freedom. The other is not far behind. It turns out that the rules can be changed, on the fly, to make gaining freedom nearly impossible.

Throughout, Adjei-Brenyah sprinkles footnotes that point to the reality of our American prison system. Despite our society’s alleged abhorrence of “cruel and unusual” punishment, there are countless examples of prisoners being treated in cruel and unusual ways. The Chain Gang All Stars is just a natural progression from that, combining our love for spectacle, competition, and reality TV with a new way to punish our worst criminals.

I think that’s the most interesting part of his story. He is far from the first to get the reader/viewer to root for people who are, genuinely, the bad guys. There are many moments when the reader is bluntly reminded that these are not good people. In the process, though, he gets you to think about complex subjects like prison reform, what punishment is appropriate for people who have murdered and raped, how much should we consider the conditions the incarcerated were raised in or lived in when determining the price they must pay for their crimes, and what role should the context of a crime play when imprisoning the perpetrator? The book doesn’t leave you feeling good about any of it.

Fortunately, we would never stoop to this level as a society, turning convicted criminals into reality stars and watching them brutally murder each other every week, right? Well, unless you are a truly horrific person running for office on a platform of denigrating and sub-humanizing anyone who doesn’t fit your narrow view of what a real American is.

OK, that’s not fair. He just wants immigrants to fight each other for sport. He didn’t say anything about it being to the death. But slippery slopes and whatnot…

The Wager – David Grann
Another fine yarn from Grann, this time about an 18th century British ship that struggled and then wrecked in the heavy seas while attempting to round Cape Horn and the aftermath, which included multiple mutinies, multiple escape paths for the survivors, and multiple trials in England for those who made the long journey home.

Grann admits at the very beginning he wasn’t there, and is recreating events as best he can from the records that survived. That might be the most remarkable thing about this book: that so many public records do exist from the small number of men who survived the initial shipwreck and made it back to England. One log/journal was especially rich in detail and allowed us a deep look into what the men experienced. That’s just enough material to turn this into a super-engaging read.

There are some similarities to the experiences of Ernest Shackleton and his crew in their failed Antarctic expedition nearly 200 years later, if you’re into that kind of thing.