

This week I’ll mention John Grisham’s The Brethren.
The Brethren are three ex-judges in a low security federal prison who should have been in a harsher one because they’re using their time catfishing (though the book predates that term) and extorting closeted gay men who answer pen pal ads. In another thread, I think it was @misericordiae@literature.cafe who conjectured that the LGBTQ hard mode was easier than the easy mode. I’m therefore pleased to report that The Brethren contains mail fraud, wire fraud, bribery, tax evasion, embezzlement, legal malpractice, and even some light treason, but very little romance of any sort. Having seen the result of Grisham trying to write romantic scenes, this is probably for the best. He’s much better at these sorts of characters.


Finished Josephine Tey’s Daughter of Time. Supposedly ranked the best crime novel of all time. I’m not sure I agree with the ranking, but can understand how it made the list. Detective Alan Grant, hospitalized from his previous case, investigates the historical murder of the Princes in the Tower, allegedly committed by Richard III. Grant’s research brings this into dispute and he labels this narrative Tonypandy, after the Tonypandy Massacre where Winston Churchill ordered the British Calvary to violently put down a Welsh miners’ strike. Which isn’t at all what happened, but is repeated anyway because it’s more politically expedient than the truth.
Moving on to Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. I intend to claim this one for the Late to the Party square as it’s a classic that people who know my literary tastes would have expected me to have read at least twice by now. I have the 60th anniversary edition with a preface by Neil Gaiman, 100 pages of supplementary end commentaries, and extensive margin notes contributed by an anonymous previous owner.