Tag: suspension of disbelief

On my February reading

Wow!  This is embarrassing.  See, there isn’t any.  I did not finish a single book this month.  It’s not that I wasn’t reading, cause I was, but I kept picking up lemons.

The first book I really tried to read, but between typos galore, chapters of backstory, unrealistic dialogue, descriptions so detailed they read like technical manuals, and dialogue tags that were just plain weird, I couldn’t make it past the first few chapters.  And it wasn’t a self-published novel, so it can’t be blamed on a lack of editing.  This novel went the whole route of querying, editing and proofreading.  Come to think of it, maybe the problem lies with me.  In fact, all the reviews I’ve seen of the novel were praising its brilliance, leaving me somewhat confused because I just can’t see it.

For my second attempt I chose a James Patterson.  I’d never read anything of his before, but my dad’s a big fan and has all his books, so I plundered my dad’s bookcase.  Jester, which Patterson co-authored with Andrew Gross, is a historic novel about a French dude who goes to the Crusades and comes back to find his wife has been carried off by raiders.  Sounds fun, right?  Edge of your seat, sword battles, jumping castle walls with a catapult…wait, I think I’m describing a different story now. Continue reading “On my February reading”

On how dumb we all were in the eighties

The wife and I have been revisiting our youth lately – we have been watching MacGyver.  Remember him?

macgyver-logoFor all my readers who were only born in the nineties (you poor dears), MacGyver was the epitome of cool a decade earlier.  If things seemed impossible,  if it was a situation that not James Bond, G.I. Joe or Chuck Norris could handle, they would send in MacGyver.  Be it an AI-controlled security system gone crazy, Amazonian army ants, a rebel army or a kid stuck down a well, MacGyver could solve the problem.  And he did this without radio-controlled invisible heat-seeking-missile-firing cars, cell phones or Facebook.  MacGyver needed only his trusted Swiss Army-knife (in those days you were still allowed to take them on planes) and whatever else happened to be lying around at the moment.  (And he had a mullet.  Just like Chuck Norris and Billy Ray Cyrus.  It was cool back then.  Like Chuck Norris and Billy Ray Cyrus.  Thank goodness some things change.)

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