Hello, Sue Grafton fans.
I've just registered to leave my name and presence at Sue Grafton's blog. I love this lady's writing, and I wanted to say hello to her and her fans just because I can. Imagine how it would have been had Dostoyevsky been able to do this wonderful thing, contacting Tolsoy, their fans chiming in with stories of war and peace and crime and punishment and family and friends, if not in that or perhaps any other order at all. We, blessed as we are, can write to Sue Grafton. What a neat thing.
I'm nearing the finale of T is for Trespass, Mrs. Grafton's latest novel. I usually spend my Internet time working on things far removed from mystery/detective novels; and one reason I do the work on the former is that we might all have the pleasure and good fortune to read, for example, Mrs. Grafton's work in the future, a future without jihad and what I am pleased to refer to as Left dhimmi fascism. Freedom-- to read, to speak, to think, to write novels-- these are acts of infinite worth, and some of us, at least, must struggle to ensure that such is open to all who so choose to engage.
Why do I read Sue Grafton novels? Let's face it, I'm not a suburban girl or a Sensitive New Age Guy, (snag.) I read her novels because she speaks to a world of moral clarity that I enjoy. Yes, I know Kinsey Milhone is a bit... how do I put it? She's not always exactly on the legal up-and-up. We're not looking at Kantian morals here. No, rather we see in Grafton's novels a character in Milhone who is not black and white, though I would argue morally exemplary. It is the refusal to shirk the ambiguity of justice that appeals to me: Milhone on occasion goes on with the determination of a Greek tragic hero to the final page of the final scene, knowing the difficulties that must arise from her acts. It might be better to look the other way in some cases, to forget what one knows, and let something small go by that in fact needs a cathartic end. The moral of the story is that sometimes the moral hurts.
Mrs Grafton puts it well, sometimes painfully, often beautifully. I continue to read. From "A" to "T" to You. And beyond.
Monday, November 03, 2008
- Dies iræ, dies illa, dies tribulationis et angustiæ, dies calamitatis et miseriæ, dies tenebrarum et caliginis, dies nebulæ et turbinis, dies tubæ et clangoris super civitates munitas et super angulos excelsos.
That day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of wasteness and desolation, a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness; A day of the trumpet and alarm against the fenced cities, and against the high towers.
This is the time for us to gather together to face a future that will destroy our nation if we fail to act rightly. This is not the America many of us know, this Obamanation. This is an evil travesty of America coming. We must face it as it is and make America what we can amid the coming ruin. And what a great thing we will do, our rebuilding of our nation. We will be proud.
Gather yourselves together, yea, gather together, O nation not desired....