Category: Listen up

The Second Chair by John T. Lescroart

Fri Feb 20, 2004

Interesting how beauty and moral corruption are coupled in Lescroart’s typical female. Especially the typical female lawyer. Messaging sexuality, too rich, too smart, too independent, too competitive:: the wet dream bitch of every lawyer wearing panties underneath his three piece suit.

The black-oriental female associate working at Hardy Dismas’ law firm is in her drunk, irresponsible, promiscuous phase….

Occasionally, she gets a case. The bad little boy of a big rich father is accused of killing his girlfriend and his drama teacher….

The bitch milks daddy for money without even talking to the kid, fucks up in court, and is rescued, as are all good little bad little girls, by Dismas, saint of lockpicks and thieves. Herummph. More…
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Read by David Colacci. Director, J.C. Howe ; Engineer, Mike Council. 10 sound cassettes (14 hrs.) : analog Unabridged Library ed. a formulaic and statistically safe legal cookie v. innocence, etc.

The Cleveland Local by Les Roberts::Les Roberts

Gruff, base, raspy, cutting: a voice with a fist wrapped around it. That sandpaper thing, that tough, tight, testosterone thing. That private dick thing, Slovak style.
Ex-cop ex-husband Milan Jacovich spits out violently funny running commentary on the seraglio of rich snobbish dames, old time bosses and stubborn Slovenes that populate Cleveland Society, while looking for a killer.

ONE DOOR AWAY FROM HEAVEN by DEAN KOONTZ read by ANNE TWOMEY 

There is always a boy and a dog (….and a psychopath) After all, you’re inside the mind of Dean Koontz , and its the loneliest night in the world, and you’ve just seen the saddest thing on earth, and there are monsters in the backyard, and you are one door away from inspirational fiction, but you’re a boy with a dog and there is no more efficient, happy,
heroic unit in Koontz than a boy and a dog (in a superman costume?) unless its a boy and a surfboard, but surfboards don’t bark. Sit. Wait for a chewable ending. Good boy.

“Her statement both reassures
and strangely disconcerts the boy…. so he makes another effort at complement:
“You really are so beautiful Miss Dunella, so stupendous, awesome, you
can live by your own rules….like a rhino.” 

 

 WHERE THE TRUTH LIES by Rupert Holmes. Read by Anna Gosteyer and Michael McEan.

  Published by Random House. Pub Date p2003.

Cutesy 70’s Lois Lane tells odd, offbeat, seriously funny story of buddy-comedians (Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis? Bob Hope and Bing Crosby?) bound by repressed hostility (Freud) and girlicide.

“. . .the world is divided up into four different types of broads. Sluts that I boff. Nice girls who in bed turn into sluts. Nice girls who remain nice in bed. These I generally leave for the working stiffs because civilians need to get laid too. And my mother. Her I don’t boff despite the name my manager calls me in moments of anger. I have no desire to boff my mother; I sort of have that in common with my father. [JOKE!]”

The Takeover by Stephen Frey read by Paul Hecht

Another Wall Street soap opera about bourgeois boomie pretty boys in
big trouble. Yes, we’ve got a situation here, as the Denver cops would
say. Time to grab a big blonde with an MBA, rent a car, empty your bank
account, and run. Fall in love with her on the road. Get shot at. Confess
to her boobs. Discover that you’re morally defective. Repent. Turn in your
boss for insider trading. Start over.

The Hunting Wind by Steve Hamilton read by Nick Sullivan

Wry, infinitely bored, softhearted ex-cop holes up in the Upper Peninsula, runs his snow plow up and down the block, and hangs out in a Scottish pub, drinking Canadian beer. Then trouble comes knocking at his door….
“You spend your whole life up here sitting in your cabin all by yourself. You don’t even have a television, for godsake. You’re so desperate for human contact you gotta come in here and make my life miserable…If a new face comes through that door and asks you for help you’re gonna do it … no matter what…. In fact one of these days an alien spaceship is gonna land out there in the parking lot and a couple of little green men are gonna come in here and ask you to help them… You know, take you back to their planet so you can help them ward off some other aliens who are trying to invade them or something. And of course you’ll just get your ass kicked again but it doesn’t matter because you’ll go. In two minutes you’ll be out that door and in that spaceship…”