Monday, June 25, 2007

Oh Really?

It is difficult to measure my contempt for the writing of James Carlos Blake. It isn't his fault. My discovery 26 hours ago of this historical novelist prompted a skewed expectation and my regrets were immediate. He even fucking uses epigrams from Cormac on two of the three books the library had on the shelves. I don't care about the Everglades being as "sharp as razors."


I guess I will divide my time between the ten pounder (Fisk) and the eight pounder (Leader).


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