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Reading Slothfully

I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.

Currently reading

A Christmas Carol
Charles Dickens
The Way Some People Die
Ross Macdonald
Envy of Angels
Matt Wallace
The Fellowship of the Frog
Edgar Wallace
Code of Conduct (The Jani Kilian Chronicles Book 1)
Kristine Smith
A Good Death
Christopher R. Cox
The Black Cargo
John P. Marquand
A Highland Christmas
M.C. Beaton
Tales from Moominvalley
Tove Jansson, Thomas Warburton
Moominland Midwinter
Tove Jansson, Thomas Warburton

Solomons Vineyard

Solomons Vineyard - Jonathan Latimer You can't get much more hard-core pulp fiction that this one. Apparently, although this book was written in 1941, it was considered too risque to be published in the U.S. When it was first published, it was highly expurgated. I presume Munseys.com (oops, it seems Munsey's has gone down the toilet. Bummer that) provided me with a more-or-less original version. It certainly wasn't tame.

So, we have a private detective, Karl Craven, who is to "rescue" a young woman from a religious cult, known as Solomon's Vineyard. When he shows up at the town where he is to do his work, he finds his partner has been murdered. The religious cult appears to be part mystical and part racket, i.e. they seem to be into drugs, illegal booze and other things. While in the process of skirt chasing a red-headed hottie, named Ginger, and gambling (presumably in his spare time, when he's not doing his job), Craven falls afoul the local mob boss. He also becomes involved with "Princess", the woman who oversees the lives of the women at the religious cult center. So anyway, we have lots of womanizing, amazing feats of hard drinking, drugs, gambling, prostitution, and even human sacrifice. What could be more fun?

Actually, it's not a badly written book, so one could do worse than sink into its scenes of general degradation. We all need that once in a while, right?