A MONTH OF SUNDAYS by John Updike

 Finished Mo 6/23/25

This was one of my ancient paperbacks that I've never read. However, the cover of the book is covered in tape, so I cared enough to keep the cover presentable.

It's the story of a Protestant pastor who is placed in a retreat for sexual addiction. The novel is his experience at the facility and how he got there. He was married for twenty years to a woman who 'stood by her man'. He's having an affair with the church's organist who is also a 'sexually free spirit' and he would like to have his wife have an affair with the 'deacon' (?) or his 'second in command'. This guy is actually having an affair with his 'liberated' girlfriend. Soon he's having an affair with a rich woman in the congregation and also Ms. Prynne, at the facility. 

This novel is the first in a trilogy paying homage to Nathaniel Hawthorne's 'The Scarlet Letter'.  

A lot of the novel is 'stream of consciousness' and a little difficult to follow, but worth the effort. Also, there are references to Protestant philosophers that I was familiar with. Especially Karl Barth (1886- 1968) who is considered one of the most important Protestant thinkers of the 20th century. 

Some of the novel is brilliant, and other parts....not so much. 

From KIRKUS: "Purely and simply, or rather impurely and not so simply, this is the Updike man, whether in vestments or not, we have often met before — the lacerated Calvinist, here a Barthian (Barth after all is the most unobtainable — "opacity triumphant"), as divided as sin and salvation particularly when it comes to adultery which is our inherent and inevitable condition. Specifically the clergyman is Tom Marshfield, at the moment spending a month in "detention" for his "retraction" — writing "ad libidum" the annals of his fall in a fashion which is filled with a lush, explicit eroticism and sly punning that stretches from nave to navel and is so predictable in Updike. And also filled with "play and pain and display," otherwise known as self-love and self-loathing and self-indulgence, as Tom looks back on the first lapse with Alicia, his organist, distracting in her panty-hose and more so without them, then a second submission to one of his ministry, before he is besieged by his entire female flock and sent off in the desert. "What a paradox it is, dearly beloved, in a nation where every motel room unavailingly offers a Bible for the perusal of travel-worn salesmen, bickering vacationers, and headlong fornicators secluded with eager 'fornacatrices' that this passel of disgraced and distracted ministers should be uniquely denied the consolation and stimulation of this incredible, most credible book!" And what a bottomless cul de sac it is for Updike as well as for Tom — this prurient condition of man, no matter how married he's still left to burn, shriving and unshriven. A feat of sorts as well — although many readers will be uncomfortable in the hot seat that is his pew."

ANGELS FLIGHT by Michael Connelly

 Finished Th 6/19/25 at the tail end of a very bad cold. This was a hardback that Janny loaned me and I put off reading it, but it hass become one of my absolute favorites from the Harry Bosch series. 

From Kirkus Reviews:

"The murder of a high-profile civil rights lawyer is just the trigger for another far-ranging case for L.A. cop Harry Bosch (Trunk Music, 1997, etc.). Howard Elias was widely known as the man who made a good living by suing the LAPD. So now that he's been shot, along with inoffensive cleaning woman Catalina Perez, aboard an otherwise empty inclined railway car, cops all over the city are cheering. What's not to like? wonders Bosch. Only two things: the likelihood that Elias was helped to his grave by one of the hundreds of officers now toasting his death, and the certainty that the public will scream coverup and react in riotous fury if Bosch turns up anybody but a fellow cop as a suspect. Under pressure to satisfy Deputy Chief Irvin Irving, who's determined to put his own Rainbow Coalition p.r. spin on every development, and to work peacefully with the Internal Affairs officers he's been saddled with, Bosch soon focuses on Elias's latest client: Michael Harris, the scruffy suspect who maintains that his confession in the murder of pre-teen Stacey Kincaid had been beaten out of him by cops who jumped on their first slim lead that came their way. But even as Bosch is turning up evidence that indicates Harris might be innocent after all—many sordid, though unsurprising, revelations here—the net is closing around his former partner Frankie Sheehan, a Robbery-Homicide detective on the Harris case who'd already caught the eye of Internal Affairs when he killed a suspect in an earlier case. Bosch sweats to exonerate his old friend and find a substitute killer, but Deputy Chief Irving, who can't forget O.J. and Rodney King, is just not that interested in getting Sheehan off the hook. Reliable suspense on a grand scale, though the half-hearted attention to the suspects and Harry's perfunctory domestic troubles, as well as the lack of a powerfully mysterious center, make this the most routine of Connelly's eight world-class thrillers."

DR. JOHN: Under A Hoodoo Moon by Mac Rebennack with Jack Rummel

 Reread over sunday and monday during a very bad cold June 15-16, 2025.

From Kirkus Reviews:

"This unflinching autobiography by Mac Rebennack, aka Dr. John, with Rummel (Malcolm X, 1989) gives a firsthand account of New Orleans street life and musical history in the last few decades. Rebennack began frequenting New Orleans music clubs at an early age. In the '50s he dropped out of high school and devoted himself to playing the piano and guitar. While developing his music he also developed a taste for heroin and other drugs. Musicians in the New Orleans scene provided entertainment for ``turistas'' and, in the early morning hours, for pimps, prostitutes and thieves. To supplement their income, musicians also engaged in some of these vocations. Rebennack admits to participating in many shady dealings: He disposed of fetuses for an abortionist, held stick- ups, and conspired to, but evidently did not, murder. After a stint in prison on narcotics charges, he cast himself as Dr. John, based on the 19th-century conjurer by that name, and played distinctly New Orleans music in a wild stage show that featured snake handling and black magic. Dr. John's music became popular with the '60s counterculture. Rebennack also played as a sideman throughout his career with a catalog of music greats—some obscure and some well- known, such as Little Richard and Professor Longhair; considering the ``narcotic haze'' in which he often found himself, he remembers many details from sessions. Rebennack, however, has no respect for fame without musical skill—he refers to the group Iron Butterfly as ``Iron Butterfingers.'' Taken advantage of by unscrupulous music business executives and strung out on heroin for 34 years, he tells a tough tale. A life this varied and chaotic is hard to translate into a linear story. Though Rebennack's prose sometimes rambles, he gives the reader a perspective that most tourists to Bourbon street never see."

I wonder what he might have accomplished if his thirty year dope addiction had not been a factor in his career.

THE JUDGE'S LIST by John Grisham

Finished Su 6/15/25

This is a paperback that Janny loaned me. I loved the book and I read nearly all of it yesterday because I was sick as a dog with a very bad cold. 

It's about a crooked judge who gets back at every person who ever wronged him. It might take 20 years, but he will kill his victim with a crushing blow to the head and then he strangles them.

'The Plot' from Wikipedia:

"Three years after the events of The Whistler, Lacy Stolz is tired of her work as an investigator for the Florida Board on Judicial Conduct. But when a woman named Jeri Crosby nervously approaches her, Lacy discovers that a sitting judge, Ross Bannick, is a murderer. She's reluctant to get involved, but Jeri is obsessed with bringing the man to justice.

Jeri's father was one of Bannick's victims 20 years earlier, although his case has never been solved. She has studied Bannick for two decades, and has discovered other victims in the process.

While Bannick's guilt is never really in doubt, finding evidence to convict him is a much bigger challenge, because he knows the law, and is always one step ahead of law enforcement. He has a list that includes the names of all his targets who have wronged him in some way, and Lacy must help Jeri establish his guilt without either of them becoming his next victim.

At the climax of the book, Jeri is kidnapped by Bannick, but is rescued by police. Lacy and her brother Gunther force Bannick to flee. Before they can catch him, however, he overdoses at a rehab facility after mutilating his fingers with acid. Jeri manages to find Bannick's truck, which has a fingerprint that Lacy can use to prove two of Bannick's murders."

THE CRY OF THE HALIDON by Robert Ludlum

 This is one of my ancient paperbacks that I I couldn't finish.

Robert Ludlum wrote this before he was famous and this was released under a pen name.

It involves a corporation buying up land in Jamaica for development. I got to about page 186 and I had to give it up. 

I just couldn't get into it.

From AI Overview:

""The Cry of the Halidon," written by Robert Ludlum under the pseudonym Jonathan Ryder, is a thriller set in Jamaica. While the book starts with promise, the plot often deviates into what some consider silly and dragging. However, it does maintain a consistent and descriptive writing style. 

Some reviewers find the storyline complex and stretched, with some even saying it makes no sense. The plot can feel a bit "out there" and deviate from Ludlum's typical suspense. Some readers found the book slow to pick up, with the plot not generating sufficient interest until a significant portion of the book had been read. "