Oh, that felt good.
I stayed up much of the night reading Michael Connelly’s latest Harry Bosch novel, Dark Sacred Night. This one is a Bosch + Ballard tale, in which Connelly teams his dogged retired cold-case detective Bosch with a young, female counterpart introduced just a book or two ago, Renee Ballard.
I suspect all the Bosch books are likely to be Bosch + Ballard from here on, and I’m going to make a wild guess that the author might eventually kill Bosch off. Someday. In, I hope, the far-distant future. Way distant. Meanwhile, his books are just getting better, even though Bosch does some not-admirable things in his pursuit of justice for the thrown away and forgotten. And Connelly’s an impeccably good writer, which is refreshing.
Even while being awake most of the night, I still managed to miss the turn of the new year. And that was fine with me.
Sigh. New Years is for twentysomethings.
And what’s the point of January 1 as “new” year, anyhow? It’s not a solstice or an equinox. There’s no big astronomical conjunction or anything. It’s not even a “cross-quarter” day between solstices and equinoxes. What is it? Just an arbitrary line in time, formerly marked by a two-faced Roman god and more commonly now an aid to otherwise uninspired writers of advice and year-end wrap-ups.
Piffle. New years. December 21 should be the start of the new year.
Still, this was a fine opportunity to take some down time — and to read your advice on my thought of slicing the living room in half to create a bedroom. I still haven’t responded to a couple of comments that came in late yesterday or today. But I’ve read everything. Thank you for the good questions, suggestions, and pointers in new directions. I’ll try to respond to those newer comments tomorrow.
The new year, as it happens, brings a whole lot of old works into the public domain. For once “the mouse that roared” (aka Mickey) and his corporate and estate friends didn’t even try to finagle yet another extension of copyright in their own favor. So look what all’s going public domain in the next few years. The Great Gatsby, The Sun Also Rises, zillions of songs, photos, old films — and soon, even Mickey Mouse himself.
Anyhow, after devouring the book until about 10:00 a.m., I shook myself out of bookfog with a chilly, but sunny dog walk along the water and didn’t set eyes on the computer until around noon.
So yeah, that felt good.
Then I treated myself to fresh veggies and nice, big, fat shrimp for lunch.
It’s a tough life.
I apologize to people who emailed me links in the last week or so and in some cases didn’t even get a response. Because of the holidays, I haven’t blogged as many links as I normally would. I’ll get to some of those links soon, but others may just never make it.
Thank you for sending new material my way. I’m never able to use everything you send, but I usually do better than this.
Don’t forget: You can win these prep/survival/adventure books. Just enter by January 10, 2019.