July 28, 2008

Random Literary Confession

In response to a recent post in which I mentioned that I am thoroughly enjoying my first passage through Anthony Powell's A Dance To The Music of Time, our pal Groovy Vic (operating from her new WordPress digs) dropped this comment:

I meant to ask you, do you ever just read trash? You know, really trashy crap stuff, instead of all that long-haired high-brow stuff?

Ah ha ha, ha! You ask this of a guy who has three volumes of Letterman Top Ten Lists and the Harvard Lampoon's Bored of the Rings practically memorized?

No, rest assured, Vic, I do indeed indulge in teh trash now and again. If you were to visit the library at Orgle Manor and take a peek behind the right-hand comfy-chair, you would spy on one of the lower shelves four or five Tom Clancy novels. I've read Red Storm Rising (my favorite) probably half a dozen times, The Hunt for Red October three or four, Patriot Games and Clear and Present Danger twice. I also read that one about Agent Clark (or whoever he is) living on the Chesapeake and battling Baltimore drug-scum once, and at least started in on that one where Congress gets wiped out and Jack Ryan becomes President (although I never got beyond the second chapter).

Aaaaaand if that isn't enough, while the jury remained out so long as I stuck to the Richard Sharpe series, after having read both Stonehenge and The Lords of the North, I am now perfectly willing to toss Bernard Cornwell into the trash category as well.

(Oh, and just because Vic brought up the subject, I have started feeling the Siren song of all these books again, especially as vacation is now less than two weeks away. My evening reading at the moment is William Hague's biography of Pitt the Younger, but do you think I'm going to take that to Maine with me? No fear!)

So, who are your favorite trashy authors?

Posted by Robert at July 28, 2008 10:20 AM | TrackBack

Robbo, if you haven't read Dick Francis, you might enjoy his page-turners set in the British horse-racing world. They tend to involve ex-jockeys turned private eyes whose years of breaking bones while steeple-jumping gives them a high tolerance for the pain invariably (and quite creatively) dished out by the bad guys. Cornwell's sailing books are somewhat evocative of Francis' racing books.

Posted by: Irish Elk at July 28, 2008 10:40 AM

David Eddings. I have enjoyed your adventures in bedtime reading to the youngsters. I did the same thing with my four kids but it was the "Belgariad" and "Mallorian" series by Eddings. I have to agree that if you aren't doing different voices than you're not doing it right. My oldest is now going on 28 and my youngest is going on 17. I credit reading to them as the reason all four have turned into book consuming monsters.

Posted by: Mike at July 28, 2008 12:06 PM


That makes pretty much everything I read trash!

Posted by: GroovyVic at July 28, 2008 12:38 PM

Science fiction. Charlie Stross lately, but I'm looking for the David Weber and George R. R. Martin.

Posted by: the gripping hand at July 28, 2008 04:06 PM

Dean Koontz (love the Odd Thomas series), Dick Francis and Tim Dorsey.

The Wiki Coffin books by Joan Druett are great fun. They are loosely based on the 1838 US Exploring Expedition. You might like those.

Posted by: Sarah G. at July 28, 2008 04:37 PM

"O slender as a speeding freak,
O freaked out groovy tripper . . .
O mush-brained maid whose mind decays
With every pill I slip her . .. "

Bored of the Rings, indeed. :-)

I also definitely recommend Koontz; the Odd Thomas series is excellent and also Fear Nothing -- Seize the Night books. Some of his stuff is hit or miss, but his best is very good indeed.

John Scalzi's sci-fi books are pretty good reads, too -- particularly Old Man's War.

Posted by: The Abbot at July 28, 2008 07:06 PM