Well, here goes nothing.

that’s what we say when we enter home depot – hell.  The same as here at wordpress where apparently if I give them a blog name they automatically choose a theme for me.  What’s funny is they keep giving this impression that they really really want to help and are super friendly.   But this is just another example of the obtuse nature of this site.

Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

The Sheep Look Up by the same author. You have to understand that I was reading this during the period of time when the environmental revolution was just about to begin. And here comes this near future science fiction that poses in its story some of the worst case scenarios that we were all beginning to fear. But this is now and I am sick of living in a world that is dominated by fear. I’ve been around long enough now to see just how many of those dire predictions have actually occurred.

when I read this book the first time around was that we were in the middle of the Vietnam War and everyone I knew and respected agreed to one thing– We had to end it. When I read it the first time I was still very unschooled in the real ways of the world. I believed that there actually was such a thing as victory in stopping a war. And I actually thought that this wonderful story was science fiction.

I read this book back in 1970, a couple of years after it had been published. At the time I was learning about science fiction as a genre even as I was teaching it to my high school students in a class called “Science Fiction as Literature”. I remember my amazement at the beginning of this story because the author, John Brunner, did not attempt in anyway to prepare me for the style in which the story, one of political intrigue and scientific invention, that simply grew its own sort of reality, began. It was as though a tv screen began blinking, then flashing images, announcements, news of a world going on right outside my door. And once I got into the rhythm of it, the world, his world, supposedly our world in 2010 was no longer outside my door but very much in the room.

Peter Abrahams, David Liss, William Lashner, Lee Child, and , of course, John D. McDonald.

I had great plans for this blog when I began it. I have read so many books in my life that are worth revisiting and I ‘ve been reading them for such a long time that they can’t help but form a history. I always loved adventure books as a kid. Captain Blood by Sabatini, Robin Hood, and Robinson Crusoe. And sports novels by John R. Tunis, et al. I loved them so much that I sometimes reread them many times before I moved into the larger world grown up fiction. Even then I read and still reread whenever the particular taste for an author overwhelms me. So I find myself returning to Travis McGee. The hot Florida sun bakes my neck, the loneliness of the narrator reminds me of my own lonesomeness. And for awhile, I forget the world around me.

Coincidence, I think not. Serendipity is more like it. I am looking at the new book shelf in my local library and what do I see but I Am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe and even though I am rereading The Hero for this blog I couldn’t resist. So guess what? The books are like bookends on the same subject with the earlier work probing in what seems now to be a very naive way the effect of sports on America while the later work digs in with relish to the very very sloppy American Sport’s Pie that we are all in the process of digesting.

Went back to google and guess what, pages and pages of articles on Lampell but no one apparently reviewed his novel. Now I get to go the library and check out the one reference I found to an article in Cosmopolitan.