CHIMO IN GERMANY

NESBITT PAINTING

Added a nice piece of folk art to my small collection, an oil on glass (with some reverse painting as well) by NYC artist Ron C. Nesbitt. I very much liked it and was able to get it for far less than I was expecting. I feel so lucky. He apparently specializes in crowded street scenes and baseball scenes, as well as black history pieces. He works along Vanderbilt Avenue in New York City. I've seen a few examples of his work, and really like it. There supposedly is a short documentary film about him that I must track down. I feel very fortunate to have scored it. This one seems to have been given to a friend (or perhaps a friend bought it). I hope the family didn't discard it thinking it was not of value, but I'm glad it landed in my hands. I think it may have been intended to have some light shine through it, like stained glass, though I am reluctant to take it out of its current frame and backing.

CHIRP

The bird liked to sing // outside my midnight window, // chirping in the dark.

Sunset on Folly Beach

ART IN COLUMBIA

A very nice little exhibit of mostly 20th-centruy works by female artists has been mounted by the Columbia Museum of Art. I enjoyed it. Here is one, by Zelda Fitzgerald, wife of F. Scott Fitzgerald. Kind of in my wheelhouse because of Bruccoli.

CHIMO IN EUROPE

JLB's latest--a review

James Lee Burke, one of my favorite writers and responsible for nearly twenty volumes in the Dave Robicheaux series, still commands a wonderful array of descriptive language and usually tells a good story and people who love his characters probably don’t quibble about his prose, but he seems to be aging in style and power somewhat, now unable to avoid repetition both from previous volumes and even within these pages. In fact, I think it is time to wrap up the series, perhaps. There was a part of me that kept saying that he simply doesn’t have that much more to explore, even if new characters are added. And OMG, the “ands” rush by like a herd of deer in front of a firestorm (in one sentence I counted six). I suspect the publisher, knowing any new Burke would have built-in sales, forgoed assigning an editor to his best-selling producer, and no one apparently calls Burke to account. Sometimes the infractions are minor, such as having two characters include “over the hurdles” just pages apart to more egregious problems of retelling information the reader should be able to retain on their own. Sometimes characters, not directly connected and at varied points, bring up the same historical events or remembrances (door gunner who couldn’t wait to get back to a free-fire zone). He is consistent with his former novels in the series (and outside as well) in his toilet and scatological references (someone always seems to be killed or beaten in a bathroom and something---often repeatedly--will be referenced going up a rear or spit in someone’s mouth or an item will be needed to be removed from a mouth). His dialogue is almost always angry: hardly ever can two characters, no matter when in the book, have a peaceful or genuine conversation, as they seem to be bitter and distrustful and dishonest and hateful and (wait, I’m sounding too much like JLB). And they all talk the same. Burke simply is unable to give characters unique tone (with the exception of some of the minor characters with local color). Still, I liked the story. I actually thought a favored character might be headed for his demise, but no. I am thinking about not reading any more of his books, but I would be willing to bet I’ll be first in line when another comes out.