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Year: 2008

Double Cross

James Patterson’s Double Cross is an audiobook I got for Christmas. As I listened to it, I realized that I knew the main character – Detective Alex Cross from a movie I saw and blogged about (remember Monday Movie Roundups?) called Along Came a Spider. Back when I wrote about it, I mentioned that “I’d almost forgotten it by Sunday evening” (how fun it is to quote oneself). Perhaps the act of blogging about it is why I even remembered it at all. As I recall, I started rounding up movies on Monday precisely to help me remember what I had seen. Then I got lazy and stopped doing it and now I can’t even remember the last movie I saw. Sigh.

So, back to Double Cross. It was engaging. I probably wouldn’t have read it in book form, and it was full of the kind of cliches that give genre writing a bad rap, but still, I liked it. It was entertaining, and once I was engaged, there was no way I wasn’t going to not learn how Alex Cross was going to stop the two serial killers out to get him.

I find myself enjoying audiobooks more with each successive one I listen to. It beats the hell out listening to how the world is falling apart on NPR. I mean, I read about that in the blogs.

And, to bring this full circle, when I learned there was another Alex Cross film with Morgan Freeman again in the lead role, I rented and watched Kiss the Girls. Not as good as Along Came a Spider, but now that I’ve blogged about it, I’m sure to remember it.

The Da Vinci Code

So I’m a few years behind the times. One of my goals this year is to read as many of the books I own and haven’t yet read as I can. One of those was Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code.

I already knew the big controversy and everything about the Holy Grail supposedly being the truth about Mary Magdelene as Jesus’s wife and mother of his children. The church cover-up, the Priory of Sion, the Knights Templar, Opus Dei, yada yada yada. Yes, I watched those late night specials that got to the “truth” of the Da Vinci Code all those years ago when the book was fresh.

And, yet, I couldn’t put it down. Not because I thought Dan Brown was providing me with some incredible insight into a new Christianity that might come to recognize “the sacred feminine,” but because it’s a hell of a chase story. It’s the simple things that make it a page-turner: murder most foul, close escapes, an American “wrong man” teaming up with a beautiful and smart French woman, shadowy characters whose intentions may or may not be malicious, clever chase sequences, and vivid descriptions of exciting foreign locales. More than anything, it reminded me of The Bourne Identity.

It was fun, and even though I knew what the secret of the grail was, I didn’t know what the characters would do with that knowledge once they secured the proof and found the grail for themselves. More than anything that kept me going. It always comes back to Faulkner and the human heart in conflict with itself, I suppose.

Afterwards, I had to look at all the paintings Brown describes in the book as well as read up on all of the various churches. I wasn’t surprised to find that many of the details in the book were simply made up or that much of it is based on conspiracy theory, but then I never expected it to be anything other than just clever fiction.

Still, it got me harking back to my art history classes in college, falling in love with a lot of that Renaissance art again. And, it does make one think about the structure and history of the church, which has got me going reading more history of the early Christian period as well as finally getting around to reading the Bible. King James, of course.

Donner Summit

I took this on Donner Summit near Truckee, California while there in June 2006. There’s something peaceful about this little alpine lake even if it is right off the I-80 access road.

Photography is all selection. I get in the moment, frame the shot, and everything outside the frame falls away. Usually forever.

When I return to a familiar site, those unshot surroundings are always a surprise, unknown and alien.

Blind Man’s Bluff

When I was a kid living on Subic Bay Naval Base in the Philippines, the standard school field trip was to go tour whatever ships were in port. My favorites were the submarines with their cramped interiors and lack of windows. The men on board often wore beards and their world was as hostile and unforgiving as outer space.

On another fieldtrip we visited the base post office. They had a big whiteboard in there that listed all the ships in the Pacific fleet and had the dates and location of each ship’s next port call so the mail could be delivered appropriately. Except for the submarines. They just had red dots. Nobody knew where they would show up next or when. I always wondered if that bothered a friend of mine whose dad was captain of the USS Grayback, one of the subs we got to tour.

That fascination with submarines led me to read about the NR-1 last summer, which in turn led me to Sherry Sontag and Christoper Drew’s thrilling 1998 history of cold war submarine espionage, Blind Man’s Bluff, a perfectly titled book.

Sontag and Drew recount the adventures of cold war submariners including daring attempts to follow Soviet missile subs, the illegal and very dangerous wire-tapping operations in the Sea of Okhotsk and the Barents Sea, attempts to salvage a sunken Soviet sub, and the mysteries surrounding the loss of the USS Scorpion along with the various cover-ups that these operations entailed.

It’s an interesting look into one of the most secret and fascinating realms of cold war history, unknown to most Americans including, oftentimes, the crews of the submarines themselves. Sontag & Drew describe briefings with the newly elected presidents Carter, Reagan and Clinton in which they were told of the submarine operations about which they were previously unaware. By the end, each new president is sitting on the edge of his seat. Blind Man’s Bluff kept me there as well.

One of the most interesting things is that the authors interviewed many former Soviet naval officials and submarine commanders and learned the other side of the story as well. It is interesting to learn that the Soviets never really had a first strike capability against the US. They were building up in fear of – and to retaliate against – our first strike capability. But then cold wars are really about fear more than anything else.

When the cold war ended, one former Soviet admiral is reported to have joked that the end of the Soviet Union would be the most damaging thing that could have happened to the US submarine force since their enemy was being taken from them.

After the mid-nineties, the authors admit information is scant and classified. Subs are still out there under the waves, likely spying and playing cat-and-mouse with Chinese and Iranian submarines now, tapping new cables, and listening, always listening.

I guess, now all these years later, I can finally imagine how some of the blanks of that post office white board would be filled in.

Flight

Sherman Alexie is one of my favorite writers, but somehow his latest, Flight, had slipped my notice until I saw it sitting at the library last month.

It’s about a cynical fifteen-year-old boy called Zits, half-white/half-Indian, who bounces between foster homes and juvenile detention centers. One day he meets a kid named Justice who shows him guns. Zits gears up to commit a large-scale act of violence, but before he can, he finds himself in the body of an FBI agent enmeshed in a plot to kill Indian activists in 1975. From there, he travels to the Battle of the Little Bighorn, then into the consciousness of a nineteenth century Indian tracker, and finally into the body of a modern day pilot.

In Slaughterhouse-Five fashion (which Alexie quotes at the start of the novel), Zits finds himself in different times and places, experiencing moments of horrific violence and its aftermath from a variety of viewpoints. As he travels, he learns that there are neither easy answers, nor easy solutions when it comes to committing violence. Despite Zits’s refrain in the novel, “I just don’t understand people,” he begins to learn compassion and starts to wonder if guns are really as powerful as Justice thinks.

Alexie’s writing is sharp, irreverent, funny and honest. Zits narrates his tale and so the book reads like young adult fiction except for the profanity and violence, which makes it more of an “adult” book. Of course, that’s exactly Zits’ problem – and the problem faced by many juvenile offenders – they have been forced to be adults before they are ready, a potentially dangerous situation.

I see kids like Zits everyday, kids filled with anger and rage, but lacking the kind of empathy that Zits only discovers on his journey through time and space. Perhaps that’s one of the harder tricks of growing up, that discovery that you are not the center of the universe. Alexie does a wonderful job documenting that discovery and how it can change a person and give him hope.

Go Visit Odette

I took this picture of the South Yuba River in northern California (and then photoshopped the hell out of it) back in June of 2006, when we got to visit my uncle and aunt one day while spending the week around Tahoe.

My aunt, Odette, is a talented painter who has just started a site to showcase some of her work: Brush Works by Odette. There are a lot of really nice northern California scenes in the gallery, so go pay her a visit and enjoy her art.