The Saturday Morning Post (No. 177)

  

I've stumbled on to an efficient way to search for Kindle Unlimited books. I selecta a category and then click the box "Kindle Unlimited" which only dishes up KU titles. Well, I got to thinking that I like seas stories, so what does KU have to offer in sea stories. They have a pretty good selection. This week we're starting with a memoir.

Going forward, for now anyway, I'm returning to one book a week, as my reading has slowed down, and as you can see from last week's entry, it's pretty iffy. I think a book a week is going to be my 2026 rate. 

My reviewer criteria. I like light, entertaining novels. I like smaller scale stories rather than epics. I like character focused novels featuring pleasant characters, with a minimum number of unpleasant ones. I greatly value clever and witty writing. I like first person, or close third person narratives. I dislike a lot of "head jumping" between POVs and flashbacks. I want a story, not a puzzle. While I am not opposed to violence, I dislike gore for the sake of gore. I find long and elaborate fight, action, and battle sequences tedious. Plot holes and things that happen for the convenience of the author annoy me. And I fear I'm a born critic in that I don't mind pointing out what I don't like in a story. However, I lay no claim to be the final arbitrator of style and taste, you need to decide for yourself what you like or dislike in a book.

Your opinions are always welcome. Comment below. 

The Best of Days A memoir of the Sea by Harry Nicholson  C+

This is the first volume of Nicholson's memoir covering his early life, his training and first year at sea as a radioman at the age of 17 in 1955. I think there are five volumes in all. 

I came to this book wanting to read about his life at sea, per the title. However, the first 20% or so was about his ancestors, family, and growing up in England in the 1940's and post war years. I must admit that I was impatient to get through these chapters, as they weren't what I was looking for in picking up the book. That, plus his writing style is what I think you'd call first person present tense,  when he's talking about himself and even when he is describing events in the past. He also tends to insert asides here and there, making the first part of the book rather a confusing read for someone impatient to get to sea. All of which is to say, I probably knocked off half a grade because of this.

However, when he does get to the sea, you do get an authentic taste of the life of a sailor on a variety of merchant vessels in the mid-1950's. A life that is much different today. For example, ships don't spend weeks in port loading and unloading. Today, they don't spend more than a day or two loading and unloading, as time is money. Freighters that load break-bulk cargo, i.e. cargo in crates, bags, etc, are very rare today. Almost all cargo is transported in containers on thousand foot long ships, except for bulk cargo like grain and ore, etc. So you do get a taste of a bygone past. 

As I mentioned above, he recounts not only his time at sea and in port, but at home as well, which is fine, I guess. It give you a snapshot of life in England a decade after the war, and how different it was from the prosperity of America during that time. I will probably continue on with Nicholson's memories, but not right away. I have downloaded several more and different types of sea stories. A new one, hopefully, next week.

UPDATE: 

Since reading this book a month or so ago, I have sampled the first three chapters of two more autobiographies of fellows who followed the sea in the 1930's to the 1950's. While they were well written and offered interesting details of life at sea, because they were telling stories spanning decades, they tended to clip along, lacking the immersiveness of a novel which I was looking for, so with the clock  ticking on my KU subscription, I moved on to try more books. If I have time and the opportunity in the future, I may well return to them. They were;

Now the Long Tick's Over by Captain Arthur Mathison (11%)

Not Wanted on Voyage by Peter Langton (8%)

I'm not going to count these as books read or DNF'ed, as really, I just sat down and sampled them, but I thought they deserved mention.

Biking Around the World while Never Going Anywhere

Each winter, over the last five or six years I've been exploring the world, virtually, from the cabs of trains while spending half an hour riding my bike-on-a-rack. Hundreds of train drivers have posted videos of the routes they run to YouTube, and using a laptop computer on a rack attached to the handlebars, I've traveled the rail lines of Europe, from Bulgaria to Finland, Norway to Portugal, Britain to Poland, and all the countries in between. I've taken trains in Japan, and last winter I explored the North and South islands of New Zealand, where is seems you can't toss a stone without hitting either a cow or a sheep. I took some train rides in Brazil, but Brazil is a big country, so I saw only a little of it, though I did take some trolly rides through one or two of its cities, which was interesting. I also caught up on a few routes in France that I hadn't ridden on before, and ended up crisscrossing Poland, mostly from the rear carriage, filmed by a fellow who seems intent to ride and film every train in Poland that still has old fashioned trains with carriages without an engine on both ends.

This fall I started out in Australia, taking trains out of Melbourne, Canberra, and Sydney. However, I have to admit that, as an American, the Australian countryside is not very exotic - flat ranch land, a few hills every now and again, and where there are trees, they line the ralline hiding the countryside. Sort of boring. So I went looking for someplace more exotic.

I first took a ride on a commuter train through Manila in the Philippians. Now trains often travel through the backyards of wherever you are, so you're not seeing the best face of any city you're passing through, but, I have to say, the Manila train traveled through something of an urban wasteland. Trash, junk, chickens, and shanties lined the right of way in all stages of disrepair. Exotic? Yes. As well as eye opening to the relative poverty of at least some of the inhabitants. Though while one can live more casually in the tropics than in temperate climate with winters, poverty is poverty. And I should add that this is far from the only country where I've seen trash dumped along the railway tracks. Indeed, there were places where trash had been dumped on the next country I visited this winter.

And that country was Sri Lanka. I really have loved exploring Sri Lanka. It has  the exoticness and beauty I was looking for.

https://www.bradtguides.com/sri-lanka-by-train

Sri Lanka is exotic. Oh you have your shanties along with every sort of housing in every sort of setting, as well as Buddhists shrines and monasteries/temples. The streets are filled with those three-wheeled motorized rickshaws. Ladies carry umbrellas for sunshine rather than rain. In the countryside cows graze at will. And Sri Lanka is the only country I've run across where the people use the rail tracks as footpaths. Where there is a double line, there are always people walking in the other line, and on single lines, you often see people just standing alongside the tracks - no doubt having just stepped off of them to let the train pass.

The trains themselves are varied, and usually slow. In all but the first class carriages, the windows are open, as are all the carriage doors, where people stand or sit as the train goes along, and tourists get their photos taken hanging out of them.

And as for the countryside itself, is can be breathtaking. In parts of the country the steep mountainsides are covered with terraces of tea bushes, and in the low country there are rice paddies and palm trees. In between there are patches of lush jungle. I still have a few more videos to watch covering a route that I saw snatches of, but which I hope will take me back up the tea growing region. They are still being release once a week but I hope they take me to the end of the line.

If you are curious, here's a  3 hours and 40 minute train ride down the western seacoast from Fort Columbo to Galle, near the southern point of Sri Lanka. You can find it HERE

In the meantime, I'm currently taking a commuter train through Mumbai India, and I have a train ride in Viet Nam lined up as well.

Real travelers may scoff at my virtual travels, but I have to say that moving pictures are a thousand times more immersive than photos, and not all that far away from driving in a car with the windows closed. You miss the smells and the ability to gawk around, but you also get to know how trains work. You also miss all those churches, castles, and museums that real tourist feel compelled to visit, but frankly, they're welcome to them. I'll take the countryside, away from traffic and crowds. Plus, in my case, given my poor memory, I'm taking away from my travels just about all I would be if I'd done it for real, so for me, it's the ideal way to travel.

 

The Saturday Morning Post (No. 176)

 

My "What can I find on Kindle Unlimited" quest continues this week with two very different books, though both are historical mysteries, of sorts. And a word of warning; I'm being a grumpy old man this week.

My reviewer criteria. I like light, entertaining novels. I like smaller scale stories rather than epics. I like character focused novels featuring pleasant characters, with a minimum number of unpleasant ones. I greatly value clever and witty writing. I like first person, or close third person narratives. I dislike a lot of "head jumping" between POVs and flashbacks. I want a story, not a puzzle. While I am not opposed to violence, I dislike gore for the sake of gore. I find long and elaborate fight, action, and battle sequences tedious. Plot holes and things that happen for the convenience of the author annoy me. And I fear I'm a born critic in that I don't mind pointing out what I don't like in a story. However, I lay no claim to be the final arbitrator of style and taste, you need to decide for yourself what you like or dislike in a book.

Your opinions are always welcome. Comment below 

The Bookshop of Secrets by Kerry Barrett  DNF 35%

This story is set in Lisbon from 1938 into 1940, at least as far as I made it into it. It follows a young woman, the daughter of a playwright and director, who after his death in 1938, travels to Portugal to visit the relatives of her mother, who had died when she was a baby. She finds that her grandparents are also dead, and with no one else to look up, she is set to return home, until she has all her money and passport stolen, so she finds a job in a bar to save up money to get home. Fast forward to 1940, with the war on, neutral Lisbon is overrun with refugees and secret agents. She gets fired from her bartender job, but lands a job in a bookstore, and thanks to her ability, as an aspiring actress, to mimic just about anyone, she is then recruited by British intelligence to help produce radio broadcasts with "secret" codes that contained false information to mislead the Germans they expect will hear them and break the code. From Portugal? Whatever.

So fa so good. The author apparently made some effort to explore Lisbon and the period. The problem is that despite all the color she put into the story, it did not, at least for me, create the impression of Lisbon in 1940. I think it takes more than descriptions of places, and the time. To create an authentic historical novel, the writing has to at least suggest the period. This book was written in a very modern, breezy style. I almost quit on the first page when the author used the term "drama queen" which took me right out of the story. But I soldiered on, and had come to enjoy it, as the characters were enjoyable and the plot was evolving, until...

Until the author tossed history overboard. It was 1940, refugees were said to be pouring in from France and elsewhere. The war said to be going badly for the English. It was hot and she was swimming in the ocean. Right; obviously the summer of 1940. And then she has her characters make their first broadcast as British secret agents, with the aim of  misdirecting the Germans who, they believed, were about to invade Norway... An invasion that, in real life, began on 9th of April, 1940, followed by the invasion of France & Belgium beginning on the 10th of May, 1940, which is to say prior to the in-story time.  And the war wasn't going all that badly for the British before that. It makes no sense to alter history for no reason other than the author's ignorance, or for the convenience of the story and the way she wanted to write it. This made me mad. What's the point of setting a story in a historical period and then not paying any attention it?  You should fit your story into real history, not twist history to suit your story. And why? I[m sure one could come up with a different mission, or set this one in the proper time. In any event, I simply could not take the story seriously anymore. I moved on.

Onward.

Men of Bone by David Penny  DNF 70%

If there is one thing that I hate, besides ignoring history in a historic novel, it is when an author has a character do a bone-headed thing just to ramp up the stakes. And that is something that Penny did around the 70% point in this novel. It annoyed me enough that I called it quits on this book. It is a me thing, a grumpy old man thing, so don't take my DNFing it as a general commentary about the book itself.

The first thing you should know, is that there are ten books chronicling the earlier career of Thomas Berrington. This, however, is the first book in a four book series telling the story of Berrington, now aged 60, upon his return to England and can be read without reading all those other books. 

In this book he has been charged by his friend, the Queen of Spain, to look after her daughter, Princess Catherine of Aragon, who has been sent of to England to marry Arthur, the English King's eldest son. Historically accurate. They did wed. However the 15 year old Arthur died six months after his wedding, and Catherine lived on to became Henry the Eighth's first wife.  

In any event, Berrington, who left England and had not returned until now, is now an expert doctor, having been trained by Arab doctors, and an excellent fighter, able to kill at least two knife wielding bad buys emptyhanded. On arrival he inadvertently stirs up trouble with an organized extortion gang, the "Bone Men" and trouble follows him north when he is asked by the King to look into a questionable Justice of the Peace on the Welsh border, who is, in fact, up to no good. So we have a historical mystery/thriller with plenty of intrigue and action. 

It is a well written, well paced book. There was, however, nothing special in the writing, and no humor. Moreover, I failed to connect to the main character, Berrington. He was well developed, not surprising after 10 books, but I did not find him engaging. And for me, engaging characters are half of what I enjoy in books; writing and characters.

If I really like a book I'll read it every night and finish it in a couple of days. This book fell, well, short of that. I'd read it one evening, but wasn't invested in it enough to read it the next. I may've kept at it just to write this review, so when, he had a character do something too stupid, I just didn't care what happened next, and with other KU books to read, I called it quits and won't be continuing on with the series, or going back to his earlier career.

All that said, if you like historical fiction with lots of action, this book, and this series, might well appeal to you - as well as all the proceeding books.

Art, Products, and Me

A Self  Portrait of An Author in the style of Van Gogh 

I'll start by defining the terms as I use them in this essay.

Art. I use the term very broadly: art is the product of a creative effort to bring something of one's own into the world. 

Artist. This includes everyone who uses their creative talents, for example; painters, writers, composers, musicians, dancers, photographers, and a host of other creative endeavors. In this essay I am usually these terms referring to stories and writers.  

Product. A product is an item offered for sale. In this essay, we are talking about a work of art, like a story, that is offered, or created for sale.

Amateur. While there are several definitions of amateur, the one I'll be using is that of someone who produces a work of art for the joy of the process and results, rather than for money. A pure amateur does not create to sell their work. However, I feel that an artist may still be considered an amateur, if their primary purpose is the creation of art even if it is offered for sale.

Professional. A professional is someone who works, or creates, for the purpose of making money, not necessarily someone who is proficient at what they do.

Right then.

I have always considered myself an artist. I work in inks, paints, and words, and have for the last seventy-some years. The evolution of my art has been a long and enjoyable journey. At several points in my life, I have attempted to sell my creative works for money, and so, perhaps for several years I could've been considered a professional artist, though not very successful one. However, for most of my life I have pursued art as an amateur. I still do so today.

In the case of painting. At the age of 42 I decided to get semi-serious at painting, and for some 11 years, I painted 30 to 40 watercolor paintings a year. At 53, I decided to give making a living as a professional artist a chance - a now or never sort of thing - and with enough money saved up to pay my room and board for a few years, I quit my day job to paint. I sold my paintings online, and over the course of 5 years or so, I grossed some $20K. I had the starving artist thing down pat. 

However, this episode taught me some important lessons. 

The first is that as a professional, you create for your customers, not for yourself. This is very basic, but what I discovered is that I didn't like doing that. For example, I quickly learned that watercolor paintings command much less money than oils, so that within months I had to start teaching myself how to paint in oils. I can still remember sitting in front of the easel muttering "I hate this. I hate this" But like it or not, I needed to master oils and later acrylics. I also felt that I needed to follow trends in art and decor, i.e. the "hot" colors. Fashion rules commercial art. Moreover, I found that my potential customers preferred realism over abstractness. As a result of  I found myself painting pictures with the question "Will this sell?' always in mind. And well, realism wasn't, in my mind, my best work, and so, my best work wasn't getting out into the world. My dissatisfaction grew, and when the Great Recession took a bite out of my sales, I decided to wrap that endeavor up.

The type of painting that did not sell, but that I like. And yes, I did get to love painting in oil and then acrylics, so that being a professional and having to do what sold did, in fact, make me a better artist. Though my wife would disagree. But you can never please everyone. So please yourself.

I took my experience in art and applied them to my writing. I would write like an amateur, which is to say, I'd tell the stories I wanted to tell in the way I wanted to tell them. Customer preferences would be considered. I'd not write stories that I thought might appeal to the mass market wanted, unless they appealed to me as well. However, , my experience in art had shown me that there is a market for all art, it is just a matter of how large and how hard it is to reach it.

Unlike art, which is complete in and of itself, the end product of stories are books, which have to be published. If I wanted to write books, which I did, not publishing is not an option.

Luckily, this being the 21st century, there is nothing in the process of producing and selling  a book as an ebook, which requires money to change hands, so producing a book as a non-product product, as it where, i.e. a product that did not generate revenue is possible. There are two advantages to this approach; nothing is lost by selling it for free if you're not trying to make money in the first place, and second; it sells itself, which goes a long way towards solving the problem of finding a niche audience.

Thus, between ebooks and ebook stores, I could create art in the form of the stories I wanted to write, and still have some expectation of reaching an appreciative audience. Plus, I never had to ask myself, "Will it sell?" 

This not to say that I entirely ignore "the market" when writing my books. It is simply not a major concern of mine. For example, The Bright Black Sea is my bestselling book, by far. So, back in 2019 or so, I decided to return to that "universe" using a younger version of a character that appeared in that book. These stories became my Nine Star Nebula Mystery/Adventures. 

I have also come to realize that fantasy outsells science fiction, so I have steered away from science fiction to find other genres to at least label my books.

But sometimes I just don't care about what sells when writing a story. My Lorrian Novels, like Chateau Clare and Glencrow Summer are examples of this freedom. Though I pitch them in the blurb as cozy fantasy, they much closer to plain literary novels than most genre novels care to be. Sometimes this freedom to do something different, pays off. In my case, these books have found a good audience. They serve to illustrate that at mix of pure creativity with the widest possible (free) marketing can succeed, if making money is not your endgame.

I should add that I don't think there is anything at all wrong with using one's creative ability to make art for money. It is that in my case my tastes do not align with the mainstream, presenting me with a choice; do what sells, even if I don't like it, or do what I like, and don't expect it to sell in any great numbers. I chose the latter. 

The bottom line, for me, is that there is art, a joy, and there is work, i.e. a job. Many, if most artists dream of making art their job. But if you do, you no longer have two things, joy and work. You just have a job. 

 

The Saturday Morning Post (No. 175)

 

More Kindle Unlimited books this week. More mysteries, but of a "cozy" variety this time around. Will cozy be the charm needed to enjoying mysteries? My first cozy mystery from two weeks ago, says no. But was that just a fluke? Read on.

My reviewer criteria. I like light, entertaining novels. I like smaller scale stories rather than epics. I like character focused novels featuring pleasant characters, with a minimum number of unpleasant ones. I greatly value clever and witty writing. I like first person, or close third person narratives. I dislike a lot of "head jumping" between POVs and flashbacks. I want a story, not a puzzle. While I am not opposed to violence, I dislike gore for the sake of gore. I find long and elaborate fight, action, and battle sequences tedious. Plot holes and things that happen for the convenience of the author annoy me. And I fear I'm a born critic in that I don't mind pointing out what I don't like in a story. However, I lay no claim to be the final arbitrator of style and taste, you need to decide for yourself what you like or dislike in a book.

Your opinions are always welcome. Comment below

The Marlow Murder Club by Robert Thorogood  C+

This is very much the archetype of "cozy mysteries" i.e. it involves ladies, one of which is at least elderly, investigating a murder in their village. In my search on  Amazon for both mysteries and humous stories, this appeared on both lists, so I decided to give it a try. Unlike most of the cozy mysteries, this book was traditionally published. And, I discovered after starting it, that it has been turned into a TV show that can be seen in the States on PBS's Masterpiece Mysteries. All of which gave me confidence that it had more going for it than that retired assassin book I tried a couple of weeks ago. Was it warranted?

Well... Yes. Maybe. I did read it to the end, which says something, more than desperation. And while it was written tongue in cheek with a genial nod to the conventions of the sub-genre to traditional publishing standards, and not to be taken too seriously, it was, okay-ish. However, it not only committed the mortal sin, in my opinion, of mysteries, i.e. having two murders, but it had three. Not good. The only saving grace is that, as I said, the story was not to be taken seriously.

You have the mystery of these murders. And though you might figure out the mystery in a general way, I don't think this is a reader solvable who-done-it. The setting is a small town set on the upper Thames River. The main character is an elderly widow living in a somewhat run down house on the river. She hears the gunshot that marks the first murder while swimming in the river, and thus gets involved in the mystery. Along the way, she meets a dog-watcher who knew the second victim, and the young wife of the curate who feels obliged to be the perfect housewife of the curate, but gets tempted by the adventure, along with the female police detective in charge of the case. The characters, though I presume fairly blog standard for this type of story, are the saving grace of the story, well written, likeable, each a character in their own right. The story earns its "C+" on the basis of these characters.

The exciting climax was, in my opinion, too long, too over wrought, really quite over the top. I mean, this is the first book in a series, the main character is going to live... I found myself skimming through it, which says something...  And the explanation of the mystery... motivations for the murders seemed rather thin, but I suspect that is par for the course. Bottom line; a good cozy mystery if that's your thing. I'm not a mystery fan, but if you are, you might want to consider this a "B" grade story or more.

The Mysterious Bakery on Rue de Paris by Evie Woods  DNF 67%

This book had several things going for it. It has a 4.1 star rating on Goodreads with 48K ratings. It has a first person narration, though with third person interludes from the past and a view of the romantic male lead's life. It was set somewhere else; in France. But it also had downsides. First off, it is a contemporary story, which I generally dislike. And as it went along it began to fall into well worn tropes... 

Gave it a good go, but alas, eventually I found that I had no desire to keep reading, since life, at my age, is to short to force myself to read something I'm not really enjoying.

The premise is that a 30 year old woman has been staying at home to take care of her mother with Parkinson's disease. After her mother dies, she,  at the urging of her father, sets out to start her own life, applying for and getting accepted as an assistant manager of a bakery on the Rue de Paris... Which she assumed was in Paris, but it is actually a small bakery in Compiegne, too small to really need an assistant manager. Which is one of several mysteries going on in the story including a maybe ghost, that we discover as we go along. Luckily, murder is not one of them, at least as far as I read. There is also a budding instant-romance plot with a very nice, rich, man as well.

Where the story goes off the rails for me is, first, it follows the bog-standard romance blueprint with the inevitable breakup, this time at the 2/3rds point. All that would have needed to prevent this, is an honest conversation. Who's fooling who here? We know they'll get back together and live happily every after. But then there is the second half of the story where our plucky hero steps up to help save the bakery from mean developers. And we know how that is going to end as well. 

In short, a cozy, sugar-sweet romance if you like that sort of thing. 

The Poison-Pill Will First Draft

I am happy to report that I have completed writing the first draft of another Red Hu/Wine novella, or two. The first, whose working title is now The Poison-Pill Will (nee The Little Game) clocked in at a modest 23K words. Then, like with The Isle House Ghost, I wrote a companion piece that will be publish it along with it. This time it is a 14.5K word long novelette/novella, entitled The Reckoning. These two pieces will complete my Red Wine Agency Prequel series. Maybe*.

Writing these two pieces took a week over two months, which is a slower pace than I used to be able to write at, but writing's not a race. I'm just glad I managed to get a complete first draft done. That's the hard part of writing for me - once I come up with a story, that is -  and both are an accomplishment these days.

I still have a lot of work to do on these stories. Indeed, more than most of my first drafts, since the plot of The Poison-Pill Will is very thin, and the plot of The Reckoning is non-existent. I'm not able/willing to alter the plots, so I'll need to is enhance the characters, the setting/mood, and my writing style to make these stories worth publishing in my subsequent drafts.

This series has proven to be a godsend, in that as novellas and short stories, the scope of the story has been small enough for me to tackle and finish them, after having run into issues with my more ambitious novel. 

The Darval-Mers Dossier was suggested by one of my beta readers, however, the follow up stories are entirely accidental as in "any port in a storm" sort of way when the novel ran aground, so to speak. Not feeling capable of writing a real thriller novel, I envisioned them as prequels to the real fictional Red Wine Agency books that were featured in Chateau Clare. As such, I wanted them to show Redinal Hu's transformation into a secret operative within the rival Great House which I envisioned the fictional novels to be. This evolution has proved somewhat hard to do, given Red Hu's character as I write him. Still, seeing that these are the planned last stories in the series, I had to make that transition as plausible as I could. I think I still have some work to do on that.

The good thing is that I have the time to make it so. My tentative plan is to release these two stories as one volume sometime in the summer of 2026. 

In addition to the ebook of these two stories, I will combine all of the novellas and short stories into one omnibus print version, The Red Wine Dossiers mostly because I like to see my work on my book shelf.

*I find that I spent almost half of The Reckoning writing about one of the supporting characters in The Poison-Pill Will, for no good reason, assuming that I'm not going to continue the series. So why did I do it? Mostly because I like the character, and is a character who plays a role in the transformation of Red Hu into who I would imagine him to be in the fictional Red Wine Agency books. And, if I should ever continue the series, this character would be its co-star. But, as I said, I've no plans to continue on writing this series... 

What I am determined to do is to tackle that novel that I was working on before I started this series of novellas, starting today. I'm intended to finish it, no matter how boring it turns out to be. I'm going to embrace boring. Or so I say now. But if not, well maybe I have plan "C", or is it "D"? queued up.  

In any event, I'll talk more about that down the road, as well, more about The Poison-Pill Will and The Reckoning in future posts. Stay turned.

The Saturday Morning Post ( No. 174)

 

Believe it or not, two more murder mysteries today. Both are pastiches. How do they fare against the originals?

My reviewer criteria. I like light, entertaining novels. I like smaller scale stories rather than epics. I like character focused novels featuring pleasant characters, with a minimum number of unpleasant ones. I greatly value clever and witty writing. I like first person, or close third person narratives. I dislike a lot of "head jumping" between POVs and flashbacks. I want a story, not a puzzle. While I am not opposed to violence, I dislike gore for the sake of gore. I find long and elaborate fight, action, and battle sequences tedious. Plot holes and things that happen for the convenience of the author annoy me. And I fear I'm a born critic in that I don't mind pointing out what I don't like in a story. However, I lay no claim to be the final arbitrator of style and taste, you need to decide for yourself what you like or dislike in a book.

Your opinions are always welcome. Comment below.

House of Silk by Anthony Horowitz  C+

If you like mysteries more than me, you will probably give this a grade of B. But me being me, I found it, okay. Just okay.

What makes this interesting is Horowitz's take on Sherlock Holmes. How does he write him different than Doyle? Or does he?

He writes his story with Doc Watson as the narrator, as in the originals. However, Watson is very elderly now, and the story written after the Great War and Holmes' death, so it is a bit more sentimental. But not only is Watson more sentimental, but so is Holmes. A lot more sentimental. Holmes is less remote, more friendly, and shown to be more human and haunted with guilt than Doyle's Holmes. He is also a little more stupid, at least when needed for the plot. For example, he visits an opium den to search for clues, without any sort of disguise, and thus falls into a trap. The real Holmes would never have done that. He would've gone as some sort of half-breed seaman or some such character that one would expect to find in a Dockland opium den, just as Nayland Smith would've done. And Holmes lets Watson tag along as well for back-up, something the real Holmes would not done, nor needed to do.

There are have been several thousand Sherlock Holmes pastiches written. I've maybe read a handful of them, so I can't say with any certainty just how this pastiche compares to the run of the mill Holmes pastiche, but I don't think that it necessarily stands out. As I said at the top, fine for what it is. If you can't get enough Sherlock Holmes, then you won't go wrong with this book. But I don't think it's a must read for fans of the great Holmes.

Moriarty by Anthony Horowitz  C

One of the essential ingredient of the original Sherlock Holmes stories is cleverness. And conciseness. Both of those elements, I feel, are lacking in this book. 

The premise of this book is that it takes place immediately after the supposed death of Holmes at Reichenbach Falls. Both Moriarty and Holmes are presumed dead. Enter a Pinkerton Agent who is following an utterly ruthless criminal from America, Clarence Devereax, who has taken over the role of crime boss of England from Moriarty, after his organization was put out of business by Holmes. This Pinkerton agent, Chase, partners with Scotland Yard Agent Athelney Jones to track down this ruthless American gangster and his trusted thugs.

This investigation is conducted much like a game of Clue, going to different houses, clubs, and embassies asking if Clarence Devereax is there. Along the way we meet minor characters from the original stories and references to them. Horowitz also tosses in a lot of period color and such, but as I said, going around asking Devereax's henchmen if he is there, (and no, he's not), gets rather tedious. And anything but clever. You also have a lot of people getting their throat cut or shot along the way, something thankfully missing in the original stories.

There is a twist at the end, which I won't spoil, except to say what you think of it will likely affect what you think of the book. I was bored with the story, and I must admit that I was doing some skim reading towards the end, just to finish it, so I didn't care about the twist. I don't think much of this story made sense, if you stop to think about it, but I can't go into why without spoiling it.

Sherlock Holmes does not appear in this story. But if you are one of his fans, you might like this, but I believe is rating is less than the Silk House, so it is likely more divisive. 

And with this book, I think I've read enough of Anthony Horowitz's books to say, "enough."