Daily Archives: May 27, 2009
Sixty-five million years ago a giant asteroid hit the planet and the dinosaurs were destroyed as one theory goes. It blackened the sky and hid the light from the sun for hundreds of years and nothing could survive that, not even the big guys with tough leathery skin and no competition except each other.
Fast forward to post-Web materialism and the I-want-something-for-nothing-and-nothing-for-something crowd–you want it all. The demands of the Web lurkers brook no competition. Here is the new hide made of old leathery skins.
Writers who forge sentence fragments. Frango-ments which are super-glued together like the moon of Uranus, which offer the non-book print reading world a kaleidoscope of good reads for freaking nothing!
How can books in print compete with that?
I am keeping my library in good order because it is appreciating by the day. Precious books that are no longer in print are worth their weight in gold. These are the new dinosaurs. They have good strong bones and sharp white teeth. These fossil remains can command hundreds of dollars if we just let them sit in the sheltering sky a bit longer.
How about future authors, writers and book publishers who now have lots of competition for dwindling paper lovers and attention deficit disorder fixers? I hope it gets better for the few.
While on the treadmill at the Y I was watching a Nancy Grace breaking story. It was a dad who likely killed his wife and two sons. They were strangled and the wife was found naked face down in the bed. The dad claims that he was getting threatening notes about his religion and death threats.
But that’s it. No postmark, no sender, no nothing. The scene has been described in detail by the police complete with a can of red spray paint, a Home Depot receipt and writing on the walls and all over the place done with this red spray paint. Hand writing experts are looking at the note, or letter and comparing it with the writing on the wall. They will read THE (literal) writing on the wall and use it to convict the man they arrested today — the husband!
Nancy thinks the husband did it. My way of putting it is simple: when a wife goes missing or dies conveniently then look for the doating husband. Whatever happened to divorce as a solution?
If you are too young to be familiar with the book Fatal Vision or the movie, watch it and read it, they too are fascinating.
The breaking news is that today Chris Coleman pleaded not guilty to the murders. But if he wrote the letters to fingerpoint some mysterious killers in a blonde wig and a mean “kill the pigs” script, then it was premeditated and death penalty worthy.
Jack Cahill I lack your prose but I share your concern and thesis that Barack Obama did not write Dreams From My Father 100%, sans aide, sans Bill Ayers.
The thesis is simple enough: Bill Ayers served as Barack Obama’s muse in the creation of Obama’s 1995 memoir, Dreams From My Father. Ayers breathed creative life into this ungifted amateur, who had written nothing of note before, and reconceived him as a literary prodigy.
I too have a copy of Prairie Fire found hid away in another book and recently republished. I also have Dreams From My Father. And the interesting thing is that I too found Ayers to be one of the best damn writers ever, period.
When I have time this summer I will share snippets from both books. Cahill quotes research about it taking 10,000 hours of practice on one thing to master that task. Cahill states that Obama lacks like 99,000 hours of writing somewhere along the way.
Writing is a craft that must be practiced every day. And usually writers are, well writers. They want to write, it is an art a craft a hunger for them and with them. One does not write a blockbuster and walk away from it and from writing. However, that seems to be what Obama has done.
He is a moving speaker no doubt. But when he acts as his own wordsmith, we can tell. The cracks in the prose are as wide as the Grand Canyon.
Cahill does a better job than I on this thing. But it saddens me that it is likely true. I will find the link to his Web site where all his essay can be found. The link provided is from American Thinker and has many of his essays.