Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Thoughts on THE NATURALIST by Andrew Mayne
THE NATURALIST is a whodunit worth reading just to
meet Dr. Theodore Cray, a college professor/scientist whose inquiring mind evolves
him into a tenacious sleuth.
Spurred
by guilt feelings that his teaching might have led one of his former students,
a brilliant researcher, into circumstances that resulted in her murder, Cray
sets out to uncover what happened to her.
At the
outset, police consider Cray a suspect, because he knew the dead woman. He is
quickly released when a perfuntory autopsy lead the police to believe a bear is
the killer. The setting for this novel is Montana.
Cray’s
speciality is bioinformatics, which combines advanced computer programs with
biology. As he says of himself: “As a scientist, I observe, I analyze. I make
guesses.”
With
that background, Cray first decides a human not a bear killed his student. The
police, of course, sneer at his conclusion. Then he sets off on a hunt with an
extraodinary outcome, in this well-plotted, nicely-written whodunit, that is a
pleasure to read.
A
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Tuesday, August 22, 2017
MY DAY, a poem
What is there
to say
nothing happens
in my day
Evenings are much
the same
no one else
to blame
Treasure pleasure
in taking
life’s measure
ignore the aching
(Aug. 22, 2017)
(Aug. 22, 2017)
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
A WOMAN IN WINTER, a poem
Life has burned
away
leaving a body in disarray
a woman grown very old
suffering never-ending cold
Every day is wintertime
gone is the warmth so sublime
no longer a promise of spring
to make the aged soul sing
Does celebration or doom
await in the misty gloom
no knows what lies ahead
ignore all trivial dread(Aug. 2, 2017)
Labels:
aged woman,
never-ending cold,
wintertime
Thursday, July 27, 2017
IN THE MOMENT, a poem
Looking outward
nothing inside
shorted recall
lost synapses
Locked in the now
Without a past
Without future
Without recall
Time goes by
Life lingers
Yes conscious
But helpless
(July 27, 2017)
(July 27, 2017)
Monday, July 24, 2017
THE JESUITS and DONALD TRUMP, a poem
The learned Jesuits
teach
truth is objective
Missed those classes, Donald
or were you dreaming
only of yourself
The learned Jesuits teach
essence and accidents
Missed those classes, Donald
or did unchanging truth
fail to lodge in your brain
The learned Jesuits teach
the inquiring mind
Missed those classes, Donald
how could Fordham produce
so empty a Donald
(July 24, 2017)
A suggestion try my novel, BEN
CONNOLLY in the PARIS COMMUNE, on
Kindle
Friday, July 21, 2017
An Ode to KEN PAFF
Ken Paff
you wear the honorable name
that shames the Hoffa faction
everything you are
boy Hoffa is not
Ken Paff
you are courage and persistence
standing bravely when few dared
fighting the tyranny of thugs
in the risky days of old
Ken Paff
You clearly have earned your place
in the pantheon of heroes
tougher than cold marble
your monument is TDU
(July 21, 2017)
A suggestion try my novel, BEN
CONNOLLY in the PARIS COMMUNE, on
Kindle
Friday, July 7, 2017
REUNION, a poem
Sixteen aging men
sat down
to lunch at The Water Club
drawn by memories of the prep
urged to be there by Gerry McCabe
the catalyst of the gathering
They left Fordham Prep in ’52
as boys those 65 years ago
some stayed close through the decades
others, like me, went their separate ways
yet reuniting again and again
Gerry, a basketball star
in his happy prep school days
sitting somewhere in North Carolina
is our facilitator
and herald of our next lives
(
July 7, 2017)
A
suggestion: try my novel, THE
DREAM DANCER, on Kindle
Labels:
aging men,
Class of '52,
Fordham Prep,
Gerry McCabe,
The Water Club
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