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What book is everyone reading at the moment? Part 2.

We have a paperback Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone that we picked up in London. Like Agatha, I was surprised ty the different font (tiny) and style of the British paperback vs American ones. For one thing, in the British version the margins ran up to within a sixteenth of an inch of the page edges!
 
The Mugger, Ed McBain

The second in the 87th Precinct series, this police procedural is, natch, about a serial mugger who specializes in attacking women, punching them, and stealing their purses, which in the City means he usually gets away with fifty bucks or less. Newlywed detective Steve Carella is off on his honeymoon with his deaf-mute wife Teddy, so the burden of the investigation falls on the short, polite, but deadly Hal Willis, the brutal, big, but corrupt and violent Roger Havilland, and the youthful beat patrolman Bert Kling, who aspires to become a Detective 3rd Grade.

This is the novel that introduces one of McBain's favorite tropes - the extended metaphor "The City is a woman . . .." In this one it goes on for a page and a bit, and in later novels he lovingly revisits and rings changes on it. And, I noticed, in Guards, Guards! Sir Terry Pratchett pays homage to it from the viewpoint of a drunken Sam Vimes: "The city wasa, wasa, wasa wossname. Thing. Woman."

Like most of the early 87th Precinct novels this one clips right along, a fast read with a satisfying mystery and a wicked little curveball for those coming to it for the first time. We meet Monaghan and Monroe, two Homicide detectives who are cut from the same bolt of cloth (sharkskin) and who spend all their time snarking about the lower-class precinct detectives and making bad jokes. God forbid they should ever do any actual police work. This novel also introduces the reader to the bald-as-an-egg, preternaturally patient Meyer Meyer, who narrates a long, complicated tale about the detectives of the 33rd, who are struggling to solve the case of an actual cat burglar.

And one of the detectives meets a future flame or two, the weather has shifted from sultry summer to balmy, colorful autumn, and the City, well, the City is like a woman.
Thank you so much for bringing this series and author to my attention. I was expecting mediocre potboiling prose, not an elegant dance of lyrical vision and brutal action. Dunno if it's quite up to Elmore Leonard yet, but it's definitely up there with Jack McDonald and Joe Lansdale.
 
My pleasure, theprestige. If you haven't discovered Ross Macdonald, I'd also recommend his Lew Archer series. My favorite of his is The Chill.

The Pusher,
Ed McBain

Third in the 87th Precinct series, set during a cold Christmas season and dealing with the City's heroin problem. It begins with the apparent suicide by hanging of a young junkie, which leads to a ghastly murder. Before long, the investigation becomes personal for one of the squad, a nice teen gets hooked, one of the detectives is shot in the line of duty, and we meet Danny Gimp, a strangely endearing stool pigeon who doesn't realize that he discovered an important clue.

McBain was a pseudonym for Evan Hunter, who put in his time as a teacher at the Bronx Vocational High School (under his real real name, Salvatore Lombino). As Hunter, he wrote The Blackboard Jungle and his familiarity with the urban youth culture shows here.

This one pulls out of the station and speeds along like a freight train. If you read the series in order, the suspense ramps way up before the end. And be sure to read the author's Afterword....
 
My pleasure, theprestige. If you haven't discovered Ross Macdonald, I'd also recommend his Lew Archer series. My favorite of his is The Chill.

The Pusher,
Ed McBain

Third in the 87th Precinct series, set during a cold Christmas season and dealing with the City's heroin problem. It begins with the apparent suicide by hanging of a young junkie, which leads to a ghastly murder. Before long, the investigation becomes personal for one of the squad, a nice teen gets hooked, one of the detectives is shot in the line of duty, and we meet Danny Gimp, a strangely endearing stool pigeon who doesn't realize that he discovered an important clue.

McBain was a pseudonym for Evan Hunter, who put in his time as a teacher at the Bronx Vocational High School (under his real real name, Salvatore Lombino). As Hunter, he wrote The Blackboard Jungle and his familiarity with the urban youth culture shows here.

This one pulls out of the station and speeds along like a freight train. If you read the series in order, the suspense ramps way up before the end. And be sure to read the author's Afterword....
McBain reminds me of Stephen King. He starts by telling you about someone. Their life and times, their hopes and fears. Then he does something to them. Sometimes he develops their character more. Sometimes he shoots them in the face.

It's a solid storytelling approach, and I love that he has prior art on King. I wonder if he influenced King. I bet he did.
 
McBain reminds me of Stephen King. He starts by telling you about someone. Their life and times, their hopes and fears. Then he does something to them. Sometimes he develops their character more. Sometimes he shoots them in the face.

It's a solid storytelling approach, and I love that he has prior art on King. I wonder if he influenced King. I bet he did.
I once had the opportunity to meet Stephen King and someone asked him that very question. He said yes, the McBain series taught him to spin the plot after he had a good character. I also heard Evan Hunter address a convention crowd (in and just after college I volunteered to work many, many conventions to meet writers) and he spoke highly of King. That must have been just a few years before Hunter died because
I have an autographed copy of The Last Dance, a late 87th Precinct novel, as a souvenir.
 
I have just read two books by psychics. One about Edgar Cayce and the other by Nella Jones. These books were fairly easy to read but now I have embarked on a difficult read. ' The physics of immortality' by Frank Tipler. In it he uses quantum theory to try to show that God exists.
He says that studying the past and present universe is not enough as the universe is young and probably has more than one hundred billion years left to run. So the study of reality should include the future universe.
 
I've pretty much been stuck in the past for the last few weeks, starting with reading the first book of the Enola Holmes series---Sherlock's sister--- and now I'm reading The Pillars of the Earth (12th century AD) by Ken Follet.

I not only got interested in the Holmes series on Netflix because it helped fill in the time while waiting for the next season of Stranger Things (Millie Bobby Brown stars in both series, and she's incredible), but also because I'm a Sherlock Holmes nut.

Anyway, it's worth reading if only to get a laugh off Enola's take on the great consulting detective.

I've gotten into that part in the The Pillars of the Earth where a character named King Stephen appears, and I chuckled the first few times because I couldn't help myself from reading it as Stephen King instead.

Anyway, it's a great novel. One of my top ten favorites. As a matter of fact, this is my third time reading it.


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The Con Man, Ed McBain

The fourth in the 87th Precinct series, this entry begins with the discovery of a woman's body in the Harb River, the kind of corpse the detectives call a floater. Except this woman was different from most floaters because she died of arsenic poisoning, not drowning, and on the skin between her thumb and for finger she had a tiny heart-scalded tattoo.

Meanwhile con artists with various scams, big and small, have hit the City. And then a second floating body turns up with a similar tattoo . . . and she has also been poisoned. The different detectives investigate different crimes, their cases now and then criss-crossing. Black detective Arthur Brown debuts, young Bert Kling has romantic worries, and Steve Carella is recovering from a brush with death . . . and his wife is planning a surprise for him.

This one fleshed out the cops, showing us facets of their personalities that round their characters. I have discovered the T V series on Youtube, well-produced but short-lived (30 episodes). The initial one, "The Floater," is based on this novel.

McBain's editors were increasingly micromanaging by now, which would eventually result in his changing publishers and the series gaining attention and prestige when the novels gained hardcover publication.
 
I've pretty much been stuck in the past for the last few weeks, starting with reading the first book of the Enola Holmes series---Sherlock's sister--- and now I'm reading The Pillars of the Earth (12th century AD) by Ken Follet.

I not only got interested in the Holmes series on Netflix because it helped fill in the time while waiting for the next season of Stranger Things (Millie Bobby Brown stars in both series, and she's incredible), but also because I'm a Sherlock Holmes nut.

Anyway, it's worth reading if only to get a laugh off Enola's take on the great consulting detective.

I've gotten into that part in the The Pillars of the Earth where a character named King Stephen appears, and I chuckled the first few times because I couldn't help myself from reading it as Stephen King instead.

Anyway, it's a great novel. One of my top ten favorites. As a matter of fact, this is my third time reading it.


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Ah, the extended Holmes family....
There was also an obscure series of stories pairing a younger sister, Charlotte Holmes, with Mary Watson.
Not to be confused with the new gender flipped Charlotte Holmes.
Then there was Ashleigh Holmes, The Time Traveller.

Personally I like the Mrs. Hudson series.

The Pillars of the Earth is an excellent series. In a similar vein I recommend Domini Highsmith's "Father Simeon" trilogy.
 
Killer's Choice, Ed McBain

Number 5 in the 87th Precinct series, this one starts with a double bang, or rather with one crash and one series of gunshots. In the crash, the most despised detective of the squad dies more or less of guillotining by plate glass, and in the shooting an attractive single mother of a sharp little girl is gunned down in a late-night rampage that wrecks the liquor store where she works as a clerk.

We meet a new detective, Cotton Hawes, a muscular. good-looking guy. He has red hair except for a white streak from an old knife wound that permanently bleached that one small patch. McBain's editor had leaned on him to add a detective who could replace Steve Carella as the hero. The author pointed out that the publisher had insisted that Carella WAS the hero - McBain's concept was that the whole 87th detection squad served as a composite hero. Nope, the editor shot back, there had to be one hero, but Carella was married and the hero had to be single. Oh, and handsome, too. Go. Write it.

Enter the tall, handsome Hawes, who the writer tells us has transferred from the hoity-toity, pantywaist, snooty 33rd. And he is a narcissistic, egotistical, inexperienced guy who puts his partner in serious jeopardy. But, hey, he's single!

By this point McBain was seething, but even clenching his teeth, he still wrote an engaging, gritty procedural.

Currently I'm reading a history of radio comedy.
 
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I've sworn off reading serious novels for now.

War and Peace was just too damn much.

The first time I read it, I had to watch the movie in order to understand what the hell had happened. I won't deny that it's a great story, but damn it, talk about turning a two-hundred-page novel into a 1,000+page one. I mean, it took Tolstoy almost three pages (in small type no less) to describe the Kazachok dance, also spelled Kazatsky or Kazachoc, and that was short compared to most of the other descriptive passages in the book.

I think reading it twice was more than enough times.

Anyway, I've been reading more Perry Mason books and watching the two Enola Holmes movies, and I've put on hold the books that they're based on. It's in order to substitute for my Stranger Things addiction until the new episodes come out on Netflix.

The reason is because Enola Holmes (Sherlock Holmes's baby sister) is actually being played by Millie Bobby Brown who played Eleven in the Stranger Things series.

I'm also addicted to the Wednesday series and the upcoming new season, but that's another story all together.


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I LOVE War and Peace. In the early 70s the CBC broadcast the very long Russian Movie based on the novel as a miniseries. I loved the story and so I read the novel. It was a wonderful read for me. I have since re-read it 3 times and each time I love it more. I have an edition which translated the Russian into English but the left the pretty extensive French sections as is. That is my favorite edition.

Regarding Perry Mason, sadly I can't go near any of the books because of the grotesque TV series of the fifties into the sixties. The stupidities of that show are incredible. They start with Perry Mason being basically God's Incarnate Son, so wise, so infallible so perfect - just barf! The extremely rigid structure of each episode. The endless parade of legal absurdities in the show. Perry never losses a case; actually not true he losses one but of course his client was still innocent. Perry Mason breaking the law. And the ultimate idiocy those truly moronic courtroom confessions, even of people who are not being questioned!!

Never heard of the Enola Holmes movies I think I will check them out.

And yes I am looking forward to another season of Wednesday.
 
I LOVE War and Peace. In the early 70s the CBC broadcast the very long Russian Movie based on the novel as a miniseries. I loved the story and so I read the novel. It was a wonderful read for me. I have since re-read it 3 times and each time I love it more. I have an edition which translated the Russian into English but the left the pretty extensive French sections as is. That is my favorite edition.

Regarding Perry Mason, sadly I can't go near any of the books because of the grotesque TV series of the fifties into the sixties. The stupidities of that show are incredible. They start with Perry Mason being basically God's Incarnate Son, so wise, so infallible so perfect - just barf! The extremely rigid structure of each episode. The endless parade of legal absurdities in the show. Perry never losses a case; actually not true he losses one but of course his client was still innocent. Perry Mason breaking the law. And the ultimate idiocy those truly moronic courtroom confessions, even of people who are not being questioned!!

Never heard of the Enola Holmes movies I think I will check them out.

And yes I am looking forward to another season of Wednesday.


The Perry Mason TV series was kind of a let down from the novels by his creator, Erle Stanley Gardner, especially since in the novels, Perry and Della actually fall in love.

I can't argue with you about War and Peace, because I've read it three times myself.

If you loved reading that, then you would probably love Mony Dick.


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Regarding Perry Mason, sadly I can't go near any of the books because of the grotesque TV series of the fifties into the sixties. The stupidities of that show are incredible. They start with Perry Mason being basically God's Incarnate Son, so wise, so infallible so perfect - just barf! The extremely rigid structure of each episode. The endless parade of legal absurdities in the show. Perry never losses a case; actually not true he losses one but of course his client was still innocent. Perry Mason breaking the law. And the ultimate idiocy those truly moronic courtroom confessions, even of people who are not being questioned!!


Not to belabor the point, but you (or anyone else here) might like another series by Erle Stanley Gardner (writing as A. A. Fair) based in the 30s and 40s.

The Bertha Cool and Donald Lam series.

Bertha is a widow who runs a detective agency. She's looks like everyone's sweet old grandmother until she slaps you around with her words.

In the first novel, The Bigger They Are, Lam is down on his luck looking for a job and gets hired by Bertha.

I haven't read it in a while so this may not be entirely accurate, but Lam used to be a lawyer that got disbarred after he offhandedly told a client or colleague that he knew how to commit first degree murder and get away with it, even if he was guilty as sin and confessed.

Now, you have to remember this is based on laws in the1930s in Arizona, but in the novel, he proves it can be done, and soon after, the Arizona legislature actually fixed that loophole in the law.

You should read the novel for a better explanation, but it's based on the law at the time, that a person can't be extradited to a state they were forcibly removed from.

For example, say you killed someone in California, drove normally into Arizona, and then drove back into California, and when you saw a cop, immediately floor it and fly by them so fast that he'll have to chase you into California to arrest you, and then forcibly bring you back to Arizona.

What happens in the novel is a little more complicated than that, but it's still the same idea.


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Killer's Choice, Ed McBain

Number 5 in the 87th Precinct series, this one starts with a double bang, or rather with one crash and one series of gunshots. In the crash, the most despised detective of the squad dies more or less of guillotining by plate glass, and in the shooting an attractive single mother of a sharp little girl is gunned down in a late-night rampage that wrecks the liquor store where she works as a clerk.

We meet a new detective, Cotton Hawes, a muscular. good-looking guy. He has red hair except for a white streak from an old knife wound that permanently bleached that one small patch. McBain's editor had leaned on him to add a detective who could replace Steve Carella as the hero. The author pointed out that the publisher had insisted that Carella WAS the hero - McBain's concept was that the whole 87th detection squad served as a composite hero. Nope, the editor shot back, there had to be one hero, but Carella was married and the hero had to be single. Oh, and handsome, too. Go. Write it.

Enter the tall, handsome Hawes, who the writer tells us has transferred from the hoity-toity, pantywaist, snooty 33rd. And he is a narcissistic, egotistical, inexperienced guy who puts his partner in serious jeopardy. But, hey, he's single!

By this point McBain was seething, but even clenching his teeth, he still wrote an engaging, gritty procedural.

Currently I'm reading a history of radio comedy.
Does it mention the Great Tiddlewinks Cheating Scandal of '57, the role of Spike Milligan as Prince Phillip's Royal Champion and the involvement of most of The Goon Show cast in the business?
 
I have been reading some heavy duty books, the most recent being 'the physics of immortality' by Frank Tipler. I have struggled half way through it and decided to give it a rest, because in spite of needing a degree in physics to understand it (which I don't have) I have come to the conclusion it is trash. Tipler thinks we are like self replicating robots and he sees the future universe as being populated by self replicating robots we will invent and send into space. They will take with them human eggs and when they find a suitable planet in another solar system they will breed the human eggs in artificial wombs, and raise the children they give birth to. Thereby spreading the human race through the universe.

I decided that is bunk and so I started reading, 'the emperors new mind' by Sir Roger Penrose. He is not a fan of AI taking over and does not think Intelligence like human consciousness can be replicated by future computers. I agree with him because I believe consciousness is the incarnate spirit, and a robot of the future will have no spirit so it will not equal us in intelligence. Penrose does not say that, he has other theories about the future of consciousness I have yet to read.
 
I'm on to the 13th of the 39 ER Punshon Bobby Owen mysteries, Murder Abroad. Loosely based on a real murder in France (that of Olive Branson) in 1929, this was written in 1939 and sees Bobby, now promoted to Detective-Sergeant, apparently on a sketching tour of the Auvergne but in reality on a month's busman's holiday.

He's working privately for a friend of the wife of the Home Secretary, who wants him to look into the death of her eccentric sister, who was found dead in a well at an old mill. French police have deemed it a suicide, but her fortune (in diamonds) is missing. It's quite a departure from previous books as Bobby doesn't have the machinery of Scotland Yard at his disposal, so he's naturally hampered in his investigations.

I'm really hoping that the solution is not the same as the real-life case.
 
I'm reading Jacqueline in Paris by Ann Mah, 2022.

It's a fictional account of Jacqueline Bouvier/Kennedy's first college year spent in Paris.

It's better than I was expecting it to be. (I'm not a big fan of fiction, nor fan fiction.) I'm actually really enjoying it. While it's lighter fare than most of my usual reads, it's got good depth, that's what I wasn't expecting.
 
Radio Comedy, Arthur Frank Wertheim

Published by Oxford University Press in 1979, this history covers U.S. radio comedy and comedians from the 1920s up through the rise of TV and the accompanying decline of entertainment radio in the 1950s. At 440 pages, it's not as in-depth as the biographies and autobiographies of, say, Fred Allen and Jack Benny, but it's a thorough overview of the subject.

Commercial radio began in this country in 1920-21 with the debut of KDKA in Pittsburgh and WJZ in Newark. At first the content was limited to music and news programs, plus of course commercials. Gradually live performances of music increased, though the groups were small because studios had limited floorspace. Now and then a bandleader or musician would offer patter and jokes. One of the earliest broadcast ran, "What's the difference between a coconut and a Scotsman? You can get a joke out of a coconut!"

Because at first there was no live studio audience, or even an undead one, the jokesters never paused for a laugh, which given the quality of the patter was probably for the best. As stations proliferated, some big-name performers showed up now and then. Cowboy comic philosopher Will Rogers made a brief appearance for a thousand bucks, not a token fee in the twenties. Sponsors began to name the musical groups after themselves (the Happiness Candy Company had the Happiness Boys; a cough drop company had Trade Smith and Mark Smith, really Scrappy Lambert and Billy Hillpot). The jokes began to elbow out the tunes.

Then came Freeman Gosden and Charles Correll, who launched a comedy series called Sam 'n Henry in 1926. Gosden and Correll were white. The characters they played were black. It was, in short, a small-cast blackvoice minstrel show. Before long the actors moved to a larger station, the show changed the names of the characters to Amos and Andy, and the first hit comedy series was born. It went on for thirty-some years, enormously popular with the white audience, much less so among African-Americans. Different times, different values . . ..

The real importance of the show was that it pioneered the concept of a network. Three stations, then five then dozens broadcast the same episode at the same time, and the audience demand exploded. As the twenties ended and the Depression years began, nearly every household in America had a radio.

Chapters set during the 1930s cover Will Rogers, who pioneered sly political and social commentary, and then Ed Wynn, a specialist in silly, goofy humor. He had a terrible time at first because the lack of a studio audience threw his timing and confidence way off. The solution was to invite a few folks in to give him the reactions he needed, and the pattern of the radio comedy show changed. Though radio was a ravenous beast, hungry for humor, it didn't always reward the comedians. Joe Penner, Stoopnagle and Budd, even Bert Lahr and the Marx Brothers (two of them, anyway, Chico and Groucho) had short-lived series, mainly because a weekly show really ran through the basic routines fast. Later Fred Allen said the grind of a weekly show felt like a treadmill to oblivion.

Beginning in the late thirties, the golden age came and with it, comedians who could survive in the long term by not relying on one routine until it ran into the ground. Jack Benny paradoxically relied on audience familiarity with the characters, but established the characters first. Jack was a ladies' man at first, then a punster and finally settled into his vain, egotistic, and above all miserly violinist/comedian who was always the fall guy. He brilliantly and generously discovered he got far more laughs by reacting rather than by cracking jokes. Eventually if anyone in the show mentioned money, the audience would begin to titter, anticipating Benny's pained reaction at the thought of spending a dime. By letting everyone else get the laugh at his expense, Benny became a number one star.

Benny's good friend George Burns and his wife Gracie Allen similarly hit their stride by changing their act to emphasize situational and character-driven humor instead of going through a series of gags. Burns, originally the comic, swapped with Gracie, who had been feeding the straight lines. Burns quipped, "One night i asked Gracie, 'How's your brother?' and since then I've never worked a day in my life." Fred Allen, an erstwhile Vaudeville juggler who discovered that juggling didn't translate well to radio, became an acerbic, quick-witted observer of life, dealing with an assortment of oddball characters who lived in Allen's Alley. Fibber McGee and Molly moved to Wistful Vista and like George and Gracie became like everyone's funny neighbors. Edgar Bergen became radio's favorite ventriloquist. After all, when dummy Charlie McCarthy talked, the radio audience didn't know that Bergen's lips were moving.

Later personalities and stars get their turns in the book's discussion of what is and isn't funny. Bob Hope rose to prominence beginning around 1939 and built a radio career on fast-flowing wisecracks and (unfortunately) tons of topical references that today badly date recordings of the show. Red Skelton developed a variety show made up of music interspersed with skits that starred Skelton using varying voice intonations to play an assortment of characters, from hick Clem Kadiddlehopper to punch-drunk boxer Cauliflower McPugg, Sheriff Deadeye, a Mean Widdle Kid, and bum Freddie the Freeloader, among others.

The arc of radio's popularity peaked during WWII and rapidly descended after 1950, when TV became the preferred medium for comedy. For a force that had such a limited span of success, thirty years or so, radio gave the country an impressive depth
and width of experience. The book is not about nostalgia, not exclusively, anyway, but gives the reader an understanding of radio's impact and importance. There were times when almost all Americans shared the experience of sitting in a darkened room, with no moving pictures but the glow of the radio dial, and simply listened and laughed.
 
Radio Comedy, Arthur Frank Wertheim

Published by Oxford University Press in 1979, this history covers U.S. radio comedy and comedians from the 1920s up through the rise of TV and the accompanying decline of entertainment radio in the 1950s. At 440 pages, it's not as in-depth as the biographies and autobiographies of, say, Fred Allen and Jack Benny, but it's a thorough overview of the subject.

Commercial radio began in this country in 1920-21 with the debut of KDKA in Pittsburgh and WJZ in Newark. At first the content was limited to music and news programs, plus of course commercials. Gradually live performances of music increased, though the groups were small because studios had limited floorspace. Now and then a bandleader or musician would offer patter and jokes. One of the earliest broadcast ran, "What's the difference between a coconut and a Scotsman? You can get a joke out of a coconut!"

Because at first there was no live studio audience, or even an undead one, the jokesters never paused for a laugh, which given the quality of the patter was probably for the best. As stations proliferated, some big-name performers showed up now and then. Cowboy comic philosopher Will Rogers made a brief appearance for a thousand bucks, not a token fee in the twenties. Sponsors began to name the musical groups after themselves (the Happiness Candy Company had the Happiness Boys; a cough drop company had Trade Smith and Mark Smith, really Scrappy Lambert and Billy Hillpot). The jokes began to elbow out the tunes.

Then came Freeman Gosden and Charles Correll, who launched a comedy series called Sam 'n Henry in 1926. Gosden and Correll were white. The characters they played were black. It was, in short, a small-cast blackvoice minstrel show. Before long the actors moved to a larger station, the show changed the names of the characters to Amos and Andy, and the first hit comedy series was born. It went on for thirty-some years, enormously popular with the white audience, much less so among African-Americans. Different times, different values . . ..

The real importance of the show was that it pioneered the concept of a network. Three stations, then five then dozens broadcast the same episode at the same time, and the audience demand exploded. As the twenties ended and the Depression years began, nearly every household in America had a radio.

Chapters set during the 1930s cover Will Rogers, who pioneered sly political and social commentary, and then Ed Wynn, a specialist in silly, goofy humor. He had a terrible time at first because the lack of a studio audience threw his timing and confidence way off. The solution was to invite a few folks in to give him the reactions he needed, and the pattern of the radio comedy show changed. Though radio was a ravenous beast, hungry for humor, it didn't always reward the comedians. Joe Penner, Stoopnagle and Budd, even Bert Lahr and the Marx Brothers (two of them, anyway, Chico and Groucho) had short-lived series, mainly because a weekly show really ran through the basic routines fast. Later Fred Allen said the grind of a weekly show felt like a treadmill to oblivion.

Beginning in the late thirties, the golden age came and with it, comedians who could survive in the long term by not relying on one routine until it ran into the ground. Jack Benny paradoxically relied on audience familiarity with the characters, but established the characters first. Jack was a ladies' man at first, then a punster and finally settled into his vain, egotistic, and above all miserly violinist/comedian who was always the fall guy. He brilliantly and generously discovered he got far more laughs by reacting rather than by cracking jokes. Eventually if anyone in the show mentioned money, the audience would begin to titter, anticipating Benny's pained reaction at the thought of spending a dime. By letting everyone else get the laugh at his expense, Benny became a number one star.

Benny's good friend George Burns and his wife Gracie Allen similarly hit their stride by changing their act to emphasize situational and character-driven humor instead of going through a series of gags. Burns, originally the comic, swapped with Gracie, who had been feeding the straight lines. Burns quipped, "One night i asked Gracie, 'How's your brother?' and since then I've never worked a day in my life." Fred Allen, an erstwhile Vaudeville juggler who discovered that juggling didn't translate well to radio, became an acerbic, quick-witted observer of life, dealing with an assortment of oddball characters who lived in Allen's Alley. Fibber McGee and Molly moved to Wistful Vista and like George and Gracie became like everyone's funny neighbors. Edgar Bergen became radio's favorite ventriloquist. After all, when dummy Charlie McCarthy talked, the radio audience didn't know that Bergen's lips were moving.

Later personalities and stars get their turns in the book's discussion of what is and isn't funny. Bob Hope rose to prominence beginning around 1939 and built a radio career on fast-flowing wisecracks and (unfortunately) tons of topical references that today badly date recordings of the show. Red Skelton developed a variety show made up of music interspersed with skits that starred Skelton using varying voice intonations to play an assortment of characters, from hick Clem Kadiddlehopper to punch-drunk boxer Cauliflower McPugg, Sheriff Deadeye, a Mean Widdle Kid, and bum Freddie the Freeloader, among others.

The arc of radio's popularity peaked during WWII and rapidly descended after 1950, when TV became the preferred medium for comedy. For a force that had such a limited span of success, thirty years or so, radio gave the country an impressive depth
and width of experience. The book is not about nostalgia, not exclusively, anyway, but gives the reader an understanding of radio's impact and importance. There were times when almost all Americans shared the experience of sitting in a darkened room, with no moving pictures but the glow of the radio dial, and simply listened and laughed.
Ah, I thought it was about UKian radio, such as the Goon Show I mentioned previously.
 
I finished the Bobby Owen mystery - that was a very satisfying dénouement, even if it did take three more murders and a suicide to solve the mystery . There was an enormous clue in the very first chapter, which I skipped over initially until it was alluded to later, but even that wasn't the whole solution. And Bobby recovered the diamonds so has been handsomely rewarded to the tune of £8,000 - an enormous sum in 1939, equivalent to about £675,000 today - so I suspect he will be able to marry his fiancée in the next book.

But before I move on, I have The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store by James McBride to read. According to the blurb on the back of the book, it's set in 1972 Pennsylvania with flashbacks to the 1920s, and focuses on secrets, lies and community cohesion. I need to get on with this as it's been lent to me.
 
Killer's Payoff , Ed McBain

Number 6 in the 87th Precinct series, this one begins with the murder by rifle of Sy Kramer on a balmy June evening and on a city sidewalk. Detectives Carella and Hawes catch the case. The first thing they discover is that the woman in the victim's life is a stunner. The next is he was not a nice man. In fact, his wealth derived from a career as a merciless blackmailer. Some of his targets are obvious. Some are anonymous. The slog to track them down begins. The cops quickly learn that the blackmail victims all have alibis. And that blackmail can be lucrative.

Cotton Hawes had been inserted into the books because rye publisher insisted the series had to have a handsome hero to lure in women readers. Okay, in this story McBain makes Hawes ultra romantic. He meets beautiful women one right after the other, falls in love with each one on first sight, and they have torrid sex. Rinse and repeat. McBain was just following editorial directions.

The investigation leads all over the City and even into the wilds of New York State (where Hawes meets and beds his third hottie), gradually narrowing the number of murder suspects to three. Hawes gets a brilliant idea to ferret out the murderer. He did not get the brilliant idea to let Carella in on the plan.

McBain's exasperation with his publisher is showing, and as a result some characters are barely sketched in and others are out of character. Still, the plot is ingenious. Like all the first-generation 87th novels, it's a quick read.
 
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I not only got interested in the Holmes series on Netflix because it helped fill in the time while waiting for the next season of Stranger Things (Millie Bobby Brown stars in both series, and she's incredible), but also because I'm a Sherlock Holmes but.


I don't know if the crossover would be to your taste, but have you read the Cthulhu Casebooks series by James Lovegrove?
The premise is that Holmes and Watson were confronting the Cthulhu Mythos since pretty much the moment they met, with Watson obfuscating the truth for the good of humanity when he wrote his accounts. The novels are presented as a recovered manuscript that Watson wrote shortly before he died, revealing what the two of them actually went through together.
 
I don't know if the crossover would be to your taste, but have you read the Cthulhu Casebooks series by James Lovegrove?
The premise is that Holmes and Watson were confronting the Cthulhu Mythos since pretty much the moment they met, with Watson obfuscating the truth for the good of humanity when he wrote his accounts. The novels are presented as a recovered manuscript that Watson wrote shortly before he died, revealing what the two of them actually went through together.


Are you kidding, I love HP Lovecraft and mixing Holmes in with the Cthulhu mythos sounds awesome. Thank you for the recommendation.


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Oh god, the narrator. He has this... Tired tone of voice and also reads the book pretty slowly. As if he's had to narrate every single audio book sold one at a time and is just so done by the time he got to mine. Hoping that he'll grow on me.

Audio books can be funny like that, I've just been listening to "Dream Park" by Larry Niven & Stephen Barnes for a spot of nostalgia, and while the narration was very good over all, the way he said "Dream Park" and "Dark Star" just bugged me slightly every time, they're both nouns in this context and pronouncing them as two distinct separate words,with the second word quite heavily stressed in both cases. I can't remember if the later was written as "Dark Star" or "Darkstar" in the book, it's a long time since I read it.
 
In Transition: A Paris Anthology
Writing and Art from transition Magazine 1927-30

Secker and Warburg, 1990.

Assorted Art, Poetry, and Literature from what has been described as "the greatest period of literary and artistic innovation since the Renaissance".

transition (lowercase T) published pieces from such leading lights as George Braque, Paul Bowles, Djuna Barnes, Alexander Caldwell, Pablo Picasso, Samuel Beckett, Ernest Hemingway, James Joyce (his Finnegan's Wake was serialised in it), Gertrude Stein, and Man Ray, to name a few.

I'm up to page 59 and so far a standout has been The Readies, by Bob Brown, 1930, in which he invents the idea of the e-Reader or Kindle.

There's also been a few writers writing in an "automatic" or "cut-up" style, inspired by the Surrealists and Dadaists.

Arty!
 
I don't know if the crossover would be to your taste, but have you read the Cthulhu Casebooks series by James Lovegrove?
The premise is that Holmes and Watson were confronting the Cthulhu Mythos since pretty much the moment they met, with Watson obfuscating the truth for the good of humanity when he wrote his accounts. The novels are presented as a recovered manuscript that Watson wrote shortly before he died, revealing what the two of them actually went through together.

Ok, I just started reading the first book of the Cthulhu Casebooks series (Sherlock Holmes and the Shadwell Shadows), and I have to applaud the author.

Starting with the finding of the long lost manuscripts, and the later connection between Dr. Watson and H.P. Lovecraft, I can tell this is going to be an awesome series.

Thanx again.


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Killer's Wedge, Ed McBain

The seventh novel in the 87th Precinct series, this one has a different structure and feel. Sometimes a TV series will offer a "bottle episode." That's a show with a limited cast, set in one restricted place, and playing out in a short time. It saves production money, you see.

Killer's Wedge is close to a bottle episode, the action taking only one October day and limited mostly to the squad room, where, except for three women, the characters are the now familiar cops. Oh, there is a subplot with Steve Carella out in the precinct hinterlands working on a sealed-room murder worthy of a John Dickson Carr novel. In fact, Carella briefly thinks he should call in Carr as a consultant....

Within these confines McBain creates a suspenseful story as recently widowed Virginia Dodge, armed with a .38 handgun and a bottle of nitroglycerin, takes the detectives hostage and announces her plan to murder Carella as soon as he checks in, expecting to clock out and meet his wife for dinner. Time is ticking.

The City (which, remember, is a woman) is all dressed up in flashy reds and yellows, and is ready to set out on a wild, carefree evening. The question is whether anyone else will survive the night.
 
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I finished the Heaven & Earth Grocery Store. I found it hard going at times with racist and ableist themes but as the cover promised, it was in the end incredibly uplifting, funny and charming.

Back to the ER Punshon Bobby Owen mysteries and on to book fourteen. Four Strange Women is pure gothic horror. Bobby is now an Inspector, and also private secretary to the chief constable of a rural police force in the early part of WWII.

A serial killer is on the loose, and the link between the victims seems to be that shortly before their deaths, they all profess to be engaged to (and have their personalities changed by) a wonderful woman whom they decline to name, and all spend huge sums on jewellery which cannot be traced after their deaths.

The chief constable, realising his daughter and his estranged son may be somehow implicated, takes to his bed so Bobby has to run the investigation virtually alone.

Remembering the way an early clue was hidden in plain sight in the previous book, I figured out the identity of the murderer relatively quickly but nevertheless, the ending came as quite a shock.
 
A short break from Golden Age detective fiction (and the realisation that I was falling way behind my goal to read equal numbers of books in French and English in 2025) saw me reading La Peste (The Plague) by Albert Camus. I read L'Etranger some years ago, but somehow had missed La Peste.
 
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I'm currently listening to The Vanishing Man, by R. Austin Freeman and reading Brynne Weaver's excellent dark romance Butcher & Blackbird.
 
I'm reading "Creepy Classics" by Juliette Harrison which is a collection of modern retellings of ghost stories taken from classical Roman texts. Interesting but very light reading. Audiobook wise I'm listening to the dream Park sequel, "The Barsoom Project", slightly pulled out of it because one of the 'monsters' in the game is a horrific, giant, toothed worm based on Inuit mythology with a name I'm not going to try to spell but which unfortunately is pronounced "Terror Chick".
 

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