Hey, Les.
Picked up a rich piece of LBM fiction. Here’s a gem from it:
“Bob,” she said, “I love you so and want you with me, but you are lying to me, and you are lying to yourself. I can hear it in your voice, and if you don’t get it settled in a way that satisfies you, it will suck the pleasure out of the peace you’ve earned. I know you. You are samurai, dog soldier, marine fool, crazy bastard, marshal of Dodge, commando, the country-western Hector. You are all of those things. They are your nature. The girls and I are just where you park when you’re not warring. You love us, yes you do, but war is your life, it’s your destiny, it’s your identity. My advice, old man, is win your war. Then come home. Or maybe you’ll get killed. That would be a shame and a tragedy, and the girls and I will weep for years. But that is the way of the warrior and we have the curse upon us of loving the last of them.”
A guy could Google it. If you need to find the source of this pot-boiling he-man fantasy self-justification. Check out the author photo.
Yrs,
…almost as good as the (promotional) review no?
…” it is clear that at times there’s nothing more necessary than a good man with a gun (or camera perhaps) and the guts to use it.”
Hey Sage,
The Sniper sounds good. I’m partial to Jack Reacher. Here’s a passage:
“Got a trash can?” he asked.
The girl behind the counter bent down and came back with a plastic item with a liner. Reacher tossed his old shirt in and put his new shirts on, one after the other. Tugged them around and rolled his shoulders to get them comfortable and jammed the cap on his head. Then he headed back to the street. Turned east.
O’Donnell asked, “What are you running from?”
“I’m not running from anything.”
“You could have kept the old shirt.”
“Slippery slope,” Reacher said. “I carry a spare shirt, pretty soon I’m carrying spare pants. Then I’d need a suitcase. Next thing I know, I’ve got a house and a car and a savings plan and I’m filling out all kinds of forms.”
“People do that.”
“Not me.”
“So like I said, what are you running from?”
“From being like people, I guess.”
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Reacher’s been touted to me; I have yet to partake. I really like the fact that I, Sniper was written by someone named Hunter, and that the lead character, Bob, is Mr Swagger. And, like I said, the author photo suggests some serious vicariousness is going on in the writing. From couch potato academic to lone gunman. Someone needs an image makeover.
OG
p.s. to Alec: Cat got your tongue at 1:42?
p.p.s. to Matt: Don’t know if you got the right book; cameras don’t really figure in I, Sniper.
ha, you know, you’re right, … as in “What we’ve got here is (a) failure to communicate”… (my bad) really – I was at first read, thinking more in metaphorical terms – but at the end of the day now, well, just laughing at the irony.