This is a glorious day, even though the webcam still shows its nighttime image. As soon as Charlie is likely not sleeping in Seattle, I’ll fix it. Until then, know that the sun is almost too hot, the lawn chair cushions have finally dried out, a big sailboat was at a rented mooring within webcam view, and walkers by are out in force. High summer is nigh.
“What are you reading?” you ask. Well, one of you asked. Mostly, I’ve been reading about books because big-order time is here. This means I’ve noticed and ordered Paul Doiron’s The Poacher’s Son because his newest one in the series, The Trespasser, just came out in hard cover so the earlier one is out in paperback. This is very good news because he comes well-blurbed (Julia Spencer-Fleming, likened to C.J. Box) knows Maine (is a licensed Maine Guide and editor of Down East Magazine) and, maybe most importantly, has kayaked to TH within full view of RB, though he failed to mention it in the article about his kayaking from inn to inn adventure that appeared in the old Travel Section of the NYT. Oops. The kayaker in question was Wayne Curtis, but I’ll bet Paul Doiron could have done it and wouldn’t have nmissed Roseledge Books. My apologies to Mr. Doiron
Also Tomi Ungerer’s book, Far Out Isn’t Far Enough, about his time as a pig farmer in Nova Scotia, has been re-issued — but only in hard cover! This makes me crazy because RB had it years ago in paperback. RB may have to think about having ONE hard cover offering, even with no insulation, because this is a multi-faceted joy, a change-of-life adventure that is fun to read and to look at, almost a picture book with his many gorgeous illustrations of daily living.
Otherwise, I’m reading and liking a lot Typhoon by Charles Cumming. It is set in China, which is good because I know too little about China. This, too, was the paperback available when I read about author Cumming’s newest (in hard cover), The Trinity Six, which I will have for sure when it comes out in paperback. It is a spy thriller and an archival search novel, both of which are big plusses. Typhoon’s William Lasker apparently does not appear in this one, so a spot on the Series shelf is out, but there is always other room for an engaging spy novel, which this is.
By the by, if you or any of yours have reason to be at the U of Minnesota next year, have I got a nifty house for you to rent. It is filled with forty years of mostly good times and some furniture. For pictures plus, see www.roseledgebooks.com/mplsrental