Saturday, August 25, 2007

Excuses, excuses . . .

This seems to be my summer for Putting Things Off. I have a list of Things I'm Supposed to Be Doing that you just would not believe. And it's not getting any shorter because I keep finding reasons -- okay, excuses -- not to do stuff.

Why am I not doing it, you ask? Simple: I don't want to.

This behaviour really makes no sense, because I'd feel so much better if I just DID some of this stuff already, got it over with, and moved on. I'm going to have to do it all eventually anyway. I know that. Putting it off is making it that much harder to accomplish. I know that, too.

Certain people are becoming a bit irritated with me for not doing some of this stuff. Certain other people are beginning to wonder just what exactly my problem is since I haven't done some of this stuff. So far, I'm doing a pretty good job of ignoring them.

Maybe I can blame the planets; that usually works, you rarely hear a planet disavowing responsibility for anything. I think mine have stopped orbiting. Or they've left the solar system entirely.

Because even now, as I'm writing this and thinking, Okay, I really should DO some of this stuff, because this is getting ridiculous . . .

Nope. I just don't want to.

I had no idea I was so stubborn.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Book Review: LOST GIRLS

There are books that will shake your confidence as a writer. Especially if those books are in the same genre as the one you're writing. Books that are so good, they rip your arrogance to shreds and leave you humbled because you know you will never be able to write even half as well. LOST GIRLS, by Robert Doherty (aka Bob Mayer) is one of those books. It is that good.

I have been eagerly awaiting the release of this book, a follow up to Doherty's excellent BODYGUARD OF LIES, for so long that I was beginning to worry it would never live up to my expectations. This book goes so far above and beyond what I was hoping for, I am almost speechless. Almost.

This book could as easily have been titled "Lost Men," as it is a story of men who were lost, betrayed and abandoned by their government to endure the physical torture and mental anguish of captivity, and who lost themselves and a part of their humanity as a result. The plot is complicated, with some twists that even I didn't see coming -- and I almost always see them coming. Yet it is not so complex as to be nearly incomprehensible -- a common flaw of other, less brilliantly conceived offerings in this genre -- because there is such logic and clarity in the writing.

The characters are at once incredible and believable. They are portrayed with an understated confident authority that comes from first-hand knowledge, something that is evident throughout this book. Doherty conveys a deep understanding of the complexities of human nature and the psychology of both perpetrator and victim.

From plot to character to everything else that goes into a book -- dialog, pacing, conflict, escalation of tension -- Doherty gets all of it right while telling a fascinating story that is as entertaining and compelling as it is thought-provoking, a story that will stay with you long after you've read it.

Quite simply, LOST GIRLS is one of the best damn books, of any genre, that I have ever read. I've read a lot of books.

There is a group of elite soldiers in the military, the Special Forces, who are the best of the best, who can accomplish the impossible and make it look easy. There is a group of elite writers writing fiction today who are so good, so incredibly talented, that readers buy their books without looking at anything other than the name on the cover. We knew Doherty/Mayer was a member of the first group. With the publication of LOST GIRLS, he has proven himself to be a member of the second as well.

Of course, it would be a big help, for those of us who have trouble remembering such things, if he would stick to just one name.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Because the memory makes me happy












Sometimes that's enough.

And sometimes, that's everything.