I’m way behind in my coverage of the Scandinavian thriller surge in world publishing, not having even read a Stieg Larsson thriller, so I’ll try to make it up by reviewing a finely wrought thriller by first-time Swedish author Alexander Soderberg.
Wisconsin poet Thomas R. Smith writes that Kristin Laurel’s new book of poetry will “burn itself on your memory.”
Not long ago I raved about a first novel written by a neighbor down the road at Lake Elmo. His name was Jim Trevis.
As the River Falls Reads program winds down and folks who have read and enjoyed Michael Shaara’s Pulitzer-Prize winning novel about the Battle of Gettysburg, “The Killer Angels,” I’m happy to report that although Shaara died in 1988, his family lives on in the person of his son, Jeff Shaara.
“October 27, 1940, Sunday — Went to chapel all day as usual. Our big meeting next Sunday. Gwilym Rees will be preaching.”
“Now that science has attained its youth and superstition is in its dotage, the trembling, palsied wreck says to the athlete: ‘Let us be friends.’ It reminds me of the bargain the cock wished to make with the horse: ‘Let us agree not to step on each other’s feet.’” – Robert Ingersoll, 1885