Framing the Dialogue

Archive for December, 2019

Fifty Things That Aren’t My Fault

My wife belongs to a book club.  One of the recent books was this one by the famed cartoonist Cathy Guisewite of Kathy fame.  I’d read a number of action novels recently and thought a humorous book would be a good change of pace.

“None of this has gone as planned. I became a full-time mom at the very moment my daughter decided to reject all input from anyone over age thirty. I became a full-time daughter the moment my parents announced they would barricade the front door if I tried to bring in anyone or anything to assist them. I got older, which I hadn’t factored in, and became even more obnoxious and belligerent than my child or my parents, incapable of even committing to exercising five minutes a day.”


“Yesterday should have been the worst day of her life. She had buried her father, her last relative on earth. She had been attacked by men with guns. People she knew were in therapy for much less. She should be prostrate with misery and shock. But she wasn’t. Yesterday had been the best day of her life. He had appeared like a vision on the steps, behind the garage, above the yard. The noon sun directly over his head, illuminating him.  Her heart had thumped and the old feelings had swarmed back into the center of her life, fiercer and stronger than ever, like a drug howling through her veins, like claps of thunder.”


In Getaway, two known authors; Nelson DeMille (one of my favorites) and Lisa Scottoline combine forces to write a story using their popular characters; John Corey and Bennie Rosato.

Corey is at a remote lake recuperating from injury when he runs into Rosato who is frantic about something she saw while walking in the woods.  It turns out that they are “lake” neighbors and both strong characters.

Foreign and Domestic

Mahegan internalized this information. This was the only device that could have guided an electronic trigger signal past the jammers in Colgate’s vehicle. And it had come from the U.S. of A. The raging storm that had been building inside him for two months, ever since he had lost his first soldier in combat, finally unleashed.  Mahegan howled with a primal ferocity that roared through the distant canyons, the valleys echoing with his anguish. Then he turned toward the Copperhead, Inc. private military contractors and stared at them, wondering why they were on the mission at all.”