The Exile by Allan Folsom Read by Paul Michael

Nine times out of ten, if you’ve got a paranoid psychotic on the loose, his name is Raymond, he’s mumbling something in Russian, and he’s been hypnotized by his mother — who is vicious and who controls the world. Allan Folsom is wonderful. So is Richard Condon. The extra bit of excitement here is an LAPD vigilante squad. A cover up. A conspiracy. A cop with a conscience. Not necessarily in that order.

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A Certain Justice by P.D. James read by Simon Prebble

It is rare to hear the barely conscious memories of a powerful woman reconnoitring the dimensions of a frustrated girlhood. The wooden, joyless father, the servile, fearful, nervous mother, the rules, the order, the manners, the placements, the positions, the positionings of the dinner table, extended to the smallest sensations of everyday life. The monstrous, unending oppression.

Is it an English oppression? Perhaps. There is the painful, unhappy education of a displaced intelligence, a displaced sex, a displaced class; the oblivion of a female among the ritual insensibilities of English law, the infinite isolation of a woman, divorced, middle-aged, groomed.

And there are the small contradictions of a rational woman, uncertain in the face of her irrationality, her daughter.

The Society by Michael Palmer read by J. Charles

A happy surgeon falls over face down into an open gall bladder and is exiled from his caste of four: the AMA, the Hospital, the HMO, the elite medical partnership operating out of Boston.

The sad misadventures of a circus of medical accountants, gatekeepers, technocrats, and insurance agents sets the stage for a series of homicides of HMO presidents.

Dr Willard Grant is a goofy, popular, divorced doctor, father and president of the Hippocrates society.

by Palmer, Michael
Brilliance Audio, p2004.

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The Amateur: A Novel of Revenge by Robert Littell read by Scott Brick

Although less terrible than usual, Brick can’t do funny. And this book can be funny. The ram rod straight CIA trainer; the queer, ruthless, demented Director of Operations; the stubborn, nerdish, accidentally lucky pseudo-operative determined to avenge his murdered girlfriend….. Then of course he bumps into a woman who can help…..

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Kiss Me While I Sleep by Linda Howard read by Dick Hill & …

The slightly hysterical, staccato reading misses the funny lines. And Dick just doesn’t sound sexy. Too bad, because this book is both funny and sexy. Indeed, the sex scenes could pass for light porn….

The CIA guy is as wholesome and loveable and American as Special K. He rents fast fancy lavishly expensive cars on the Company’s account and drives like a madman through the streets of Paris.

Accompanied… by the CIA girl-friday whom he is sent to kill. Ho, hum. Not unexpectedly, they fuck and go after the bad guys together…..

The title could be: The Amateur, Girly-style or maybe The Amateurette?

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Number 10 by Sue Townsend read by Barbara Rosenblat

It is not inconceivable that the prime minister should don a cheap blonde wig, heels and a little a after his first name , in order to ride on broken trains, wait on soda-machine queues, lie untreated in a public emergency rooms, drink and flirt in roadside pubs, and re-connect with the common people…

Posted By: admin ()  Date: 11/06/2004 10:09 pm 

Archives October 2004

Archives: October 2004
Thu Oct 21, 2004
Trace by Patricia Cornwell read by Kate Reading

“Let’s start the day with a reminder of our boundaries, Henry.”

Indeed. But some boundaries are more forgettable than others…

Consider, for example, the boundaries between Scarpetta and Marino…
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Are You Afraid of the Dark? by Sidney Sheldon

The only decent line in the book:

“I bet you got exactly the right number of holes, lady. Unless you want an extra one, be quiet…. I mean, VERY quiet….”

Performed without subtlety or sense. Skip it.
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Mon Oct 18, 2004
The Enemy by Lee Child read by Dick Hill

A two star general rented a cheap car and drove 298 miles and checked into a $15. motel room and picked up a $20 hooker.
He didn’t get away with it.
Interested?
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Mon Oct 11, 2004
The Road to Ruin by Donald E. Westlake Read by William Dufris

‘…This grand vehicle was a color not seen in nature… metallic, shimmering kind of not-chartreuse, not-gold, not-silver, not-mauve with just a hint of not-maroon….’

Thinks Kelp, not-thinking, not-talking to himself in a kind of not-Bronx, not-Queens, not-Staten Island, in-your-front-lawn five-borough accent while looking for a car to steal in Long Term Parking at JFK. Specifically, a car with an MD plate, cause doctors know about cars you can survive.

This is a book for New Yorkers over 40 who remember Mayor Lindsay and the Bronx before Co-op city and Queens before Balkanization.

Be prepared to laugh unstoppably in the middle of supermarkets. While waiting in line for plywood, ready for the next hurricane. With a mouthful of anything beginning with the letter B.

WILLIAM DUFRIS doing 5 ex-cons planning the kidnapping-that would-go-wrong at bowling alley volume is gut-funny, rib-funny, crotch-funny. A book to be not-read, not-spoken but laughed out loud.

Remarkable.
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Wed Oct 06, 2004
Jennifer Crusie and Mary Kay Andrews and Cheez Whiz

fake cheese on fake crackers… shoplifted and served with warmed over leftovers. Shame on the publishers.
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