9 October 2010

Why you should join a book group

Tomorrow is my face to face book group. We meet once a month at a local coffee shop, and just at the moment we are meeting at the one attached to a Mary Martin's bookshop.
(If you are in Adelaide, female, read crime fiction, and looking for a book group to join, contact me by email, and I'll give you details).

In one form or another, with considerable variation of membership, we have been meeting for 20 years. Just recently we went to see the preview of The Girl Who Played with Fire after I won tickets to take them to it.

Generally we choose a book to read - we have a roster - and then we discuss it next time we meet. Our discussions aren't terribly in depth, we generally either like it or we don't, we bring books to hand on to others, and we give tips about good things we've read recently.

Tomorrow we are each going to talk about something we've read recently and I'm going to talk about BLACKLANDS by Belinda Bauer, and A BEAUTIFUL PLACE TO DIE by Malla Nunn and hand on my copy of  SILK CHASER by Peter Klein.

However there is another sort of book group you can join if you want to discuss books, an online one.
Here are some Yahoo ones that I belong to: 
What do you get out of being in a book group?
  • a venue for testing your ideas out
  • a chance to discuss books with people
  • multitudes of suggestions about what to read/buy next
  • companionship on your reading journey
If you want to keep up with crime fiction news, you could also put Crime and mystery fiction on FriendFeed on your list of places to visit.

8 October 2010

Crime Fiction takes you travelling - update October

I was reminded yesterday that it is 3 months since I updated my "countries visited" map.
In reality not a lot has changed in 3 months despite reading 36 books

Here is the map so far this year



Here is the map for the first half of the year - you've got to look very carefully to see the differences :-)



create your own visited country map

7 October 2010

Forgotten Book: WEDDING TREASURE, David Williams

This week's contribution to Pattinase's Friday's Forgotten Books was published in 1985, and was #9 in a 17 book series written between 1976 and 1993, featuring a Welsh merchant banker called Mark Treasure.

In WEDDING TREASURE Treasure is accompanied by his wife, Molly, a successful actress who is "resting" often enough to accompany her husband on many of his adventures.
The central story in WEDDING TREASURE centres around a bride's estranged father who is found dead on the golf course. (Williams was keen on golf and lived close to the famous Wentworth club in a house named "Blandings" in homage to his literary hero P.G. Wodehouse.)

WEDDING TREASURE was apparently far from Williams' best:
Review by Kirkus Book Review
Banker-sleuth Mark Treasure, at his humorous best in the recent Advertise for Treasure, now makes a disappointing foray into upper-class English society--as he and wife Molly attend the festivities leading up to the wedding of Fleur Jarvas and Jonas Grimaldi. Right from the start, it's clear that these nuptials are awash in family/fiscal complications: Fleur's long-divorced, ne'er-do-well father Kitson has a complex business arrangement with her stepfather Jack Figgle--which will guarantee Kitson's presence at the wedding, save Jack's business, and insure Fleur's supply of trust money. But all these schemings fall apart before the ceremony when Kitson is found dead, apparently killed by a golf ball. Whodunit? Well, the solution involves the polite rehashing of lots of long-bygone relationships, mostly illicit. Meanwhile, Jonas turns out (no surprise) to be a fortune-hunter--though his American uncle Silvano exhibits some charm. And Treasure works hard at timetables, motives, and weapons, finally confronting the hapless killer. The hapless reader, however, may have long departed--since this is Treasure and Williams at lowest ebb, with a boring, bloodless story and (aside from the above-mentioned Silvano) a thoroughly unengaging cast. 

It seems that Williams built up quite a following with the Treasure series and he followed it up with a new one.
Inspector Parry
1. Last Seen Breathing (1994)
2. Death of a Prodigal (1995)
3. Dead in the Market (1996)
4. A Terminal Case (1997)
5. Suicide Intended (1998)
6. Practise to Deceive (2003)

Of these it seems that A TERMINAL CASE might have been the best. 

Obituary. 

6 October 2010

How true - when books take over


Thanks to Tutu for pointing this one out in her Sunday Salon post
Research tells me the quotation was apparently from a book fair button.

How about this one?
Penguin Books in Malaysia recently commissioned a print advertising campaign emphasizing the 'unputdownable' nature of classic literature. The hands of readers are transformed into classic novels, “The Railway Children” by Edith Nesbit, John Steinbeck’s Cannery Row, and “Hound of the Baskervilles” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
This one shows the latter. Click on the image to go to the website to see more.

5 October 2010

Review: THE FIVE PEOPLE YOU MEET IN HEAVEN, Mitch Albom

Time Warner paperback 2004
ISBN 0-7515-3682-2
208 pages

NB - Not crime fiction

It was Eddie's birthday, his 83rd, and the last hour of his life, not that he knew that. He spent the last hour, like most of the others in his life, at Ruby Pier, an amusement park, where his job, for most of his life, had been maintaining the rides, keeping people safe. He spent the last minutes of his life trying to save the life of a little girl in the path of a plummeting rogue cable car.

I must admit, when a colleague pressed this book on me, I was doubtful. You know me, addicted to crime fiction, I just don't "do" other genres. "Go on", she said as she pressed the book into my hands, "It'll be a quick read for you."

We learn a surprising amount about Eddie's life, his life-history really, with windows through a number of his birthdays: he grew up, went off to war in the Phillippines, came back, married, then went back to work on the amusement park, to look after his father, who was the maintenance man.

After the accident, Eddie woke in a teacup, part of an old amusement park ride, on the Ruby Pier of his childhood. Eddie begins his trip in heaven, spending time in succession with five people whose lives he either changed or who had an impact on his. In each case Eddie is taken back to a part of his life, reminded of something he did. In each "episode" Eddie gets older. He begins to understand that these people have been waiting in heaven for his arrival, so they can tell him what he must "learn" about that part of his life.

This book reminded me of Dicken's Ebenezer Scrooge and the journey he took with Marley's Ghost, although the intent of this book was very different. And yes, my colleague was right, it was an enjoyable read. The structure was almost that of a series of connected short stories with Eddie as the central character.

My rating: 4.3

Publisher's Blurb
Eddie is a wounded war veteran, an old man who has lived, in his mind, an uninspired life. His job is fixing rides at a seaside amusement park. On his 83rd birthday, a tragic accident kills him as tries to save a little girl from a falling cart. He awakens in the afterlife, where he learns that heaven is not a destination. It's a place where your life is explained to you by five people, some of whom you knew, others who may have been strangers. One by one, from childhood to soldier to old age, Eddie's five people revisit, their connections to him on earth, illuminating the mysteries of his "meaningless" life and revealing the haunting secret behind the eternal question: "What was I here?"

Blogging & Literacy

Many thanks to Margot at Confessions of a Mystery Novelist who passed on this award to me a few days back.

Award conditions
1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award.
2. Display the award logo on your blog site.
3. Tell us five of your favorite words and why you like them, (add as many as you like).
4. Pass the award on to three bloggers you feel are excellent literacy builders, and link to their sites.
5. Contact the bloggers you’ve chosen and let them know about the award.

I'd like to say in accepting this award that reading has always been very important to me, ever since I was a little tacker. Since I began blogging however, the other side of the literacy coin, writing, has become more important to me too. Blogging has increased my written output phenomenally. I originally began this blog in an attempt to force myself to write about the books that I had read. I was finding that I tended to sail from one book to another without thinking too much about them. I thought that maybe reviewing each book as I completed it might cement the details a little more firmly into my memory. I'm not sure that has worked, but I certainly now have written records to remind me.

With my "education/work" hat on, I am certainly an advocate of getting kids to blog. And of them blogging for an audience. There is nothing like writing for getting language working in practice.

Now to the conditions of the award.

My 5 favourite words
I was amused when Margot said one of her words was wallaby, and I wondered briefly whether she pronounced it with a short a like I do or with a long ah which I have heard many Americans use - no matter - it is a lovely word.
I'm not sure these are favourite words but certainly they are interesting.
  1. I've always had a soft spot for Glenelg. It is not just a lovely seaside resort in South Australia, it is also a palindrome - that is, it reads the same forwards as backwards.
  2. Dromedary (do I have a weakness for the sound of drome?) has always evoked ideas of magic places.
  3. Skeletal is a word that has always fascinated - did it presage an interest in crime fiction I wonder?
  4. Platypi - the proper plural of platypus, although platypuses is very attractive.
  5. And who could resist all the silly words Lewis Carroll created in Jabberwocky? And that immediately brought to the forefront of my memory Jindyworoback, an Australian nationalist movement of the 1930s that inspired a very silly chant/marching song for a school house I belonged to: Jindy Jindyworoback, boomer lackah wow...
Now for my victims
As a monolingual person, who studied Latin for 6 years and still couldn't speak it, and has dabbled in Indonesian at least twice, I am awestruck with those who are so obviously bi-lingual.
Three bloggers who come to mind are
  • Dorte of DJsKrimiblog who reads in at least English and Danish (and possibly more languages), and writes crime fiction reviews (and crime fiction) in both languages. Dorte has the added distinction of being the creator of the 2010 Global Reading Challenge which reminds us of the literary efforts of those who write outside our native tongues.
  • Jose Ignacio of The Game's Afoot reads and blogs in both English and Spanish. Without him I don't think I would have realised what a wealth of Spanish crime fiction writers there are. I have read a few but will never be able to read them in Spanish unfortunately.
  • Gautami Tripathy blogs at rooted and everything distils into reading  While Gautami blogs, reviews books, and writes poetry, all in English, I am pretty sure she also is fluent in Hindi and Urdu (forgive me if I'm wrong Gautami)
And just a little extra, for the delight of those to whom Aussie lingo is a strange language, and for natives, who of course understand all the words,
On the Wallaby by Henry Lawson
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead,
And the possums may gambol in trees overhead;
I am humping my bluey far out on the land,
And the prints of my bluchers sink deep in the sand:
I am out on the wallaby humping my drum,
And I came by the tracks where the sundowners come.

It is nor'-west and west o'er the ranges and far
To the plains where the cattle and sheep stations are,
With the sky for my roof and the grass for my bunk,
And a calico bag for my damper and junk;
And scarcely a comrade my memory reveals,
Save the spiritless dingo in tow of my heels.

But I think of the honest old light of my home
When the stars hang in clusters like lamps from the dome,
And I think of the hearth where the dark shadows fall,
When my camp fire is built on the widest of all;
But I'm following Fate, for I know she knows best,
I follow, she leads, and it's nor'-west by west.

When my tent is all torn and my blankets are damp,
And the rising flood waters flow fast by the camp,
When the cold water rises in jets from the floor,
I lie in my bunk and I list to the roar,
And I think how to-morrow my footsteps will lag
When I tramp 'neath the weight of a rain-sodden swag.

Though the way of the swagman is mostly up-hill,
There are joys to be found on the wallaby still.
When the day has gone by with its tramp or its toil,
And your camp-fire you light, and your billy you boil,
There is comfort and peace in the bowl of your clay
Or the yarn of a mate who is tramping that way.

But beware of the town -- there is poison for years
In the pleasure you find in the depths of long beers;
For the bushman gets bushed in the streets of a town,
Where he loses his friends when his cheque is knocked down;
He is right till his pockets are empty, and then --
He can hump his old bluey up country again.

source      You might also enjoy Freedom on the Wallaby

Glossary
* humping my bluey - the bluey is his rolled swag, takes its colour from a blue blanket (the same as Waltzing your Matilda)
* bluchers are boots, named after the  Prussian field marshal, who commanded the Prussian army against Napoleon at Waterloo (1815)
* on the wallaby - out on the track, living off the land, particularly during the depression of 1891
* boiling the billy - the tin can you can boil water in over your fire
* cheque knocked down - all his money is spent

Any other words you need help with?

4 October 2010

Review: BLACKLANDS, Belinda Bauer

WINNER of Gold CWA Dagger 2010
  • Format: Kindle Edition
  • File Size: 493 KB
  • Print Length: 352 pages
  • Publisher: Transworld Digital (January 22, 2010)
  • I bought this one myself.
In Steven Lamb's house where he lives with his gran, his mother, his little brother, and a succession of "uncles", there is a room that has been a shrine for nineteen years. It is his Uncle Billy's room. Steven is 12 years old and his Uncle Billy disappeared on a trip to the corner shop when he was just a little younger than Steven. 

For three years Steven has been digging on the moor behind his house. The authorities had assumed that Billy had been killed by paedophile Arnold Avery, but Billy's body was never found, while a number of Avery's other victims were. Avery was charged with six counts of murder, but not Billy's. However Steven is convinced that he will be lifting a burden from his gran if he can find Billy's body.

Steven decides to write to Avery, now serving a life sentence in Longmoor prison, to see if he can learn where Billy is buried. When Avery replies to Steven's letter, the game subtly changes.

It is not often that the suspense in a book literally gets to me, but BLACKLANDS almost gave me palpitations at the end. I really can't reveal any more, other than to highly recommend this debut novel.

I had resolved to be very parsimonius in meting out any more perfect scores this year, but BLACKLANDS gave me no choice: my rating: 5.0

Belinda Bauer says in her Author's Note at the end:
    Blacklands was never intended to be a crime novel. I thought it was going to be a very small story about a boy and his grandmother.
Read Chapter 1 from Blacklands

Blurbs and reviews to check
This is book 100 for this year.

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