"it used to be that writers' lives were more interesting than their works. now neither their lives nor their works are interesting."this is a character, but doesnt mean the books are any good
this is so badly written that its making me feel grubby i dont know if i can bear to carry on. think its an early one so maybe he got better later ongot some pelecanos too. i'll give that a go at some point
yeah, oozing with that ny cosmopolitan style @craner would like itit's very readable, also very cutesy in that new yorker way, they just can't help themselves that lot
When I wrote that Hoxha was lying when he said that the killer had been found, I did so on the assumption that Borukhova was telling the truth when she quoted him to that effect. Of course, this is an assumption I should not have made. Hoxha may never have uttered those words—Borukhova may have invented them. If witnesses abided by the oath to “tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” there wouldn’t be the contradictions between testimonies that give a trial its tense plot and the jury its task of deciding whom to believe. In his cross-examination of Hoxha, who testified at length for the prosecution, Scaring said harshly, “At the hospital, you accused her of killing her husband, didn’t you?,” and Hoxha said, “No.” Scaring went on, “You said, ‘If you admit you killed your husband it will go easy for you,’ didn’t you?,” and Hoxha again made a denial. Whom to believe, Hoxha or Borukhova? Padayesh or obraduesh?
dave gormanThen I did something I have never done before as a journalist. I meddled with the story I was reporting. I entered it as a character who could affect its plot. I picked up the phone and called Stephen Scaring’s office.
gave up on this. it was like a child wrote it. total shit. reading stick by elmore leonard 1983 now, much better.got some pelecanos too. i'll give that a go at some point
finished this this afternoon, very slick light entertainment. enjoyed it.gave up on this. it was like a child wrote it. total shit. reading stick by elmore leonard 1983 now, much better.
reading the friends of eddie coyle now