I love the fall, but, sometimes I think I’m the only one,
me and French tourists.
Very quiet at the bookstore this week.
Last night the Habs lost in overtime.
Yuck, what a bummer.
On the positive side,
yesterday,
I met someone who I have been corresponding with for a while,
the delightful editor of kissedbyvenus.ca, Alexandra.
She was in town with her partner,
who is just as nice.
We met for coffee and,
honestly,
it was as if we had known each other for years,
yakking away.
The magic of blogging and the Internet,
meeting of like minded people.
I’m almost finished Cadillac Jack and honestly, I love it.
I’m going to read more McMurtry, something about his style,
and colourful characters, speaks to me.
He makes me laugh and I learn things,
almost without realising it.
It has this good ole boy quality to it.
Cadillac Jack, is about an antique scout who travels all over the U.S,
in his Pearl coloured, peach interiored, Cadillac.
While telling us this story of Jack,
and the antique people he encounters,
McMurtry, is commenting on the culture of acquisition and,
the pillaging of National treasures by richer, more dominant States.
It’s not a new subject but, it bears revisiting.
Especially in this quirky and light way.
Everything should not be for sale,
to the highest bidder.
He also has a real sense of people and how they speak,
an observer and chronicler.
His observations on political types and bureaucrats as well as the very rich,
priceless.
Funny without meanness.
I find him just as interesting,
as some of his eastern contemporaries,
Updike et all.
A whole lot less self-absorbed,
and funnier than Roth,
for instance.
Good things do come out of Texas.
I have read two of his books,
so far,
and I intend to read more,
a keeper.
Later girls
BB