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December 24, 2011

The Query Letter and the One-Sentence Pitch

One of my clients is a very talented novelist who is writing a political thriller. He and his very dedicated literary agents are working diligently to offer the book to selected New York editors, gauge the responses, and then modify the book and their proposal before submitting the package to additional editors. It’s a smart strategy.

The editors who have read the book – or have started to read it – have offered a mixed bag of responses. Some say the characters are too thinly dawn. Others want more action up front. Others say they can’t identify with the protagonist.

There is no consensus, only a grab bag of contradictory feedback. It’s possible that the author is encountering an expectations gap. Editors, like readers, have a set of preconceptions about what they like and what they think will sell. If you meet those expectations, terrific. If not, you have a tough road ahead.

As any author knows, the query letter is key. It sets up expectations. These expectations must be fulfilled, or the editor will put the book down. Unfortunately, the word “thriller” comes with a set of images – nowadays in the form of Jack Reacher and/or Lisbeth Salander. If you’re not offering a domestic crime caper with a tough guy/tough gal protagonist, preferably one with crippling personal issues, you have some explaining to do.

Which brings us back to our query letter. There is a one-sentence format that every author should at least attempt to fulfill. This is the “When…then” formula. Here are some examples of this formula in action when applied to a selection of classic books on my bookshelf.

A. “When the warrior’s ship is blown off course, he faces a ten-year journey to return home and defend his wife against greedy suitors.”

B. “When a young London real estate agent is sent to meet a client in a mysterious castle in Transylvania, he faces an evil force more powerful than he could imagine.”

C. “When a young guitar player happens to meet a singer on the train, an unlikely partnership is formed that will change pop music forever.”

D. “When a boy and  girl meet at a dance and fall in love, they unleash a bitter family conflict that threatens their lives.”

E. “When a newly divorced woman buys a bed and breakfast in a remote seacoast town, she discovers the true love of her life.”

The answers – A. “The Odyssey”; B. “Dracula”; C. “Life” by Keith Richards; D. “Romeo and Juliet”; E. Any one of a thousand books.

It’s a tidy formula: When some trigger event happens, then the protagonist faces challenges and/or opportunities. It’s like a door opening.

Literature is above all about the individual human experience. When your reader connects with your protagonist, you’ve got a companion on your journey.

Thomas Hauck, book editor, helps clients in Boston, New England, and around the world bring their books to the highest level possible. If you need help with your novel, memoir, self-help book, or business book, contact Thomas Hauck today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 22, 2011

“The Dreamer” by Luis Aira

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Congratulations to my friend Luis Aira on the publication of his new novel “The Dreamer.” This richly imagined story begins in a place called Eden Orchards. Dozing under an apple tree is a local wino named Old Slim. A young stranger suddenly falls through, or out of, the tree and lands with a thump on the ground. This man who fell to earth is like a child with no memory: he doesn’t even have a name, so they agree that he should be called Apple. The stranger has no knowledge of human society, doesn’t know what dreaming is, and is able to talk to animals.

And so begins this magical fable that unfolds with a series of vignettes as Apple, curious to learn more about this world into which he has fallen, leaves Eden Orchards in search of answers. As he travels he meets people; from each he learns something and to each he gives transformative insight.

The underlying philosophy of “The Dreamer” is exactly what the title implies: that God or the Creator (call it what you will) is not a scientist or an uber-designer in the sense that most Western religions believe, but is a dreamer, and we are all part of a magnificent and ever-changing dream. As Apple proclaims later in the book, “The Dream lives through the Dreamer; the Dreamer lives through the Dream.” Time is not linear, and all things are interconnected – not physically, but by this vast cosmic dream.

One is reminded of the great poem by Edgar Allan Poe, “A Dream Within a Dream,” which evokes a similar if much more melancholy view:

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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

In “The Dreamer,” hope does not fly away; it is always in our hearts. The dream brings not weeping, only joy. Luis is a gifted writer and his prose is timeless and poetic. “The Dreamer” will enchant you and inspire you to look at the world with new eyes.

The Dreamer by Luis Aira

January 28, 2011

“The Overton Window” by Glenn Beck

Totalitarianism is bad. Freedom is good. You can’t argue with the message that FOX television personality Glenn Beck expertly delivers in “The Overton Window.” Modern industrialized democratic societies are capable of embracing dictatorships, as Germany and Italy did in the in 1930s. Can it happen in America? Never say “never.”

The central and most useful idea put forth in “The Overton Window” is one of political relativism. That is, when presented with a given set of choices, when one possible solution is extreme, a less extreme outcome will seem more acceptable. This idea is not Beck’s; according to Wikipedia, “The Overton window, in political theory, describes a ‘window’ in the range of public reactions to ideas in public discourse, in a spectrum of all possible options on a particular issue. It is named after its originator, Joseph P. Overton, former vice president of the Mackinac Center for Public Policy.”

For example, if the government threatens to ban all firearms in private hands, a less extreme ban on automatic weapons seems more reasonable. To a libertarian, which Beck sounds like, this type of compromise moves the Overton window along the sliding scale toward totalitarianism. A government ban on automatic weapons, which should be unthinkable, is accepted by the masses only because the other choice, a total ban on all weapons, is a possibility. This is how Big Brother conditions citizens to meekly accept government control over the lives of its citizens.

Unfortunately, you don’t need four hundred pages to figure this out. “The Overton Window” is not so much a thriller as a political science lesson. The characters, which are expertly drawn, deliver endless lectures to each other. The evil public relations genius Arthur Isaiah Gardner pontificates about how the United States is a failed experiment in democracy that needs totalitarianism. The good guys lecture each other about how the government plans to institute totalitarianism. As it turns out, the paranoia of the good guys is based on reality. Terrorists will detonate a nuclear bomb in Las Vegas, and the blame will be put on the Founders Keepers, a group that resembles the Tea Party. The scheme echoes the Reichstag fire of 1933, which Chancellor Hitler was quick to blame on communists and which he used as an excuse to suspend civil liberties.

The protagonist and bad-guy-who-becomes-good is Noah Gardner, son of the evil Arthur Gardner. Noah is paired with Molly Ross, an activist with the Founders Keepers. (Presumably other Founders Keepers gals might be named Betsy Madison or Dolly Washington. Beck makes it easy for the reader to get the point.) Beck takes pains to avoid bashing Democrats; in his world, no matter who is in charge the government literally does nothing good or moral. Nothing. At one point Noah, in a lengthy political discussion with Molly, asserts, “I care about the environment more than most, I want clean energy….and Saddam Hussein was a legitimate monster.” But after this tiny window of rational discussion is cracked open, it is slammed shut again and Beck takes us back to paranoia. The problem is that “they” (the promoters of totalitarianism) are undefined. Presumably it is everyone in government (although Beck expressly excuses local law enforcement and those engaged in “public safety” – no sense in making the local cops and firefighters mad) and every corporate type. And there are no solutions offered, only a bleak and horrifying future ushered in by a guy who evokes Lionel Barrymore’s portrayal of the evil Henry Potter in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Even the GM bailout, which in retrospect seems like a fantastic deal for the U.S. taxpayer and for our standing in the increasingly competitive global marketplace, is seen as evidence of the nanny state meddling in our freedom.

The challenge for anyone who might be critical of this book is that people who love the book can retort, “So! You are in favor of dictatorship! You hate freedom!” Sorry – no. I’m not paranoid and I am not afraid of complexity. As communication and mobility improve, the trend towards increased federalism is inevitable. It’s something that we have to manage, not run away from.

January 2, 2011

“Life” by Keith Richards

There are many reasons why I would want to read “Life,” the new memoir by Keith Richards. I’ve been Rolling Stones fan since I was a kid back in Cincinnati and I first heard “Satisfaction” and “Last Time” on WSAI-AM, our local top-forty station. As a guitar player and songwriter, Keith is probably my number one musical inspiration. And of course the news reports and Stones press releases about his drug-fueled exploits have always been fascinating.

I actually made it through to the end of this 547-page tome. This is unusual because with the exception of the great Russian novelists, classics, and a few others, I have no patience to wade through 547 pages of anything. Most often I get a novel and read the first fifty pages to get a feeling for how the author writes, and then I’m bored. So the first thing I can say about “Life” is that it is surprisingly well written. It’s hard to say how much of this is attributable to James Fox, who does not receive credit on the cover, only on the title page. My guess is that the writing is Keith’s. He deftly moves back and forth in time, throws in asides, adds colorful commentary, and glides through his story with a combination of detail and big strokes that reflects how he approaches his music.

The guitar and songwriting info is useful for any musician. The drug advice and escapades become tedious, and I have to admit that after 1980 or so I started to scan paragraphs and skip the redundant drug discussions.

But for me the most interesting theme of “Life” is that it is about a creative and business partnership: Keith and Mick Jagger, the Glimmer Twins. This is the theme that anyone can relate to. Most everyone has a job with co-workers, or is married, or is involved in some type of long-term partnership. Keith and Mick (and of course Charlie) have hung together for nearly fifty years, which is an extraordinary record. According to Keith, the relationship between himself and Mick was solid until the beginning of the 1980s, when Mick became “unbearable.” Memoirs tend to be self-serving, and from “Life” one should not expect anything different, but I had hoped for more insight from Keith. For their estrangement he basically lays the blame on Mick, whom he accuses of Lead Vocalist Syndrome (LVS) and of wanting to jump on every passing musical trend, such as disco. Mick is shallow; Mick is endlessly calculating.

Keith could have seen Mick’s side. As the 1980s approached the Stones were a multimillion-dollar global enterprise and Mick was at his performing peak. Yet Mick’s songwriting and musical partner was mired in drug addiction and endless bouts with the law. It is reasonable to think that Mick would not know from one day to the next whether wild & crazy Keef would get busted and be incarcerated, or simply drop dead. And for years Keith had had trouble getting visas for tours. Would it not be unreasonable for Mick to hedge his bets and develop his solo career, even if it seemed to be nothing more than a reproduction Stones? Keith bitterly accuses Mick of disloyalty, but an argument could be made that Mick was as loyal as any human could be expected to be.

Mick is not the only one who can be calculating. I was interested to see that in the endless revelations of nearly every aspect of Keith’s private life, he did not discuss his famous teeth. There are photos from the seventies showing Keith and his rotten teeth, and then suddenly he’s got brand-new, white, shiny choppers. I guess that being a heroin addict is cool; wearing dentures at the age of forty is not so cool.

As for music, there was a time in the early 1960s when the Stones were at the very cutting edge of pop music. They bridged black and white musical universes. They pushed the envelope and blazed new trails, both culturally and musically. With the advent of the hated disco musical form in the mid-1970s (which also helped launch punk rock), the Stones began to lose their spot on at the edge. They slowly became traditionalists. To Keith this was fine. Mick saw it differently. He wanted the Stones to remain identified with the avant-garde. Mick was responsible for “Miss You,” the disco-influenced song from “Some Girls” that was a huge hit and helped maintain the Stones’ position as cultural nomads. The restless Mick is always shopping around for new sounds and new styles. To Keith this is evidence of a shallow artistic ethic, but perhaps it’s a continuation of what the Stones were always about.

“Life” is a fascinating glimpse into the life of a man who has against all odds remained a towering musical talent. Luckily, most readers won’t be able to directly relate to the chaotic lifestyle and drug culture (sometimes it seems as though Keef and his entourage are living on Mars), but his journey both as a creative individual and as a collaborator with his partners speaks to us all.

"Life" by Keith Richards

November 23, 2010

“Perfect Day” – From Lou Reed to Susan Boyle

As a longtime fan of Lou Reed, I was amazed and astonished to turn on the TV this morning to see Susan Boyle standing majestically on the Today Show plaza with a white-robed children’s choir behind her, singing Reed’s 1972 song “Perfect Day.” The song sounded airless, pristine, and wholly artificial, as if it were made of shiny plastic like a Jeff Koons sculpture.

When I first heard this song I was a sophomore at Tufts University in Medford, Massachusetts, just outside of Boston. It was the immediate post-Woodstock era: the cool artsy kids (which I saw myself as trying to be) had disavowed hippies and were looking for something darker and tougher. My suitemate and pal Howard Rutkowski, who hailed from Cabot, Vermont, had much more advanced knowledge than I did of all things musical and cultural. He turned me on to the Velvet Underground, the MC5, Iggy Pop, and the New York Dolls. Now this was rock and roll as it was meant to be – loud and fast and brazen, but with an edgy pop-art sensibility.

“Perfect Day” appeared on Lou Reed’s great album “Transformer.” The themes of the songs included transsexuality and drug addiction. If  there was a “hit” on the album it was “Walk on the Wild Side,” which reached #16 on the Billboard charts. The album reached #29.

Generally, while in cities like Boston Lou Reed found an audience, his brand of cutting-edge art was anathema to radio. In Cincinnati, my home town, he was regarded as a dangerous freak. “Progressive” FM stations that had embraced the lovey-dovey hippie culture recoiled against what came next as being too aggressive, too unschooled, and not adult enough when compared to respectable, grownup bands like Yes and Emerson, Lake, and Palmer.

“Perfect Day” was one of the reasons we liked Lou Reed. The song has real musical credibility and a great melody that is as good as any mainstream product. But there is a subversive element to the lyrics. Is it about drug addiction? Why does it seem so oddly dreamlike? And why the sinister Biblical reference in the coda – “You’re gonna reap just what you sow”? We thought it was a delicious poke at traditional pop songwriting, a subversive little poison pill that said, “You want craft? I can beat you at your own game.”

But now the song, like  so many works of art, has a life of its own. What was subversive and commercially unsuitable in 1972 is now mainstream. Not just mainstream – it has been embraced by the very class that Reed was presumably rebelling against back in 1972. The prodigal song has returned and has been welcomed with open arms.

It’s happened before. Back in 1976 the Ramones were radio poison. Even in progressive Boston, you had to tune into Oedipus’s show on WMBR to hear them. As late as 1979, when the Atlantics were briefly signed to MCA Records, MCA exec Russ Mottla held up the Ramones to us as an example of a band that was doomed. Their cartoon-like songs would never survive against “quality” rock acts like the Eagles or Steely Dan. Twenty years later, “Blitzkreig Bop” was used on TV commercials for Budweiser and AT&T. The Ramones have achieved iconic status. It just goes to show that what is revolutionary today may be mainstream tomorrow.

July 21, 2010

“Lucas Manson” Review by Brizmus

Another book blog review of “Lucas Manson” was posted online today. It’s at Brizmus  Blogs Books.

Here is an excerpt:

“Lucas Manson is a solid, extraordinarily creative story. It’s engaging and refreshing in a totally unexpected way. It’s a totally fresh and unique take on the idea of vampires and vampirism (though really, vampire is the wrong word here), and I was thrilled to finally have a book that doesn’t look on vampires in a completely positive light. I loved his explanation for what “vampires” are and how they came to be. The idea of two different “homo” species diverging in such a way, creating homo sapiens and homo cruentus, who are addicted to blood, came across as absolutely brilliant to me.”

–Brizmus

July 10, 2010

Thomas Hauck, Editor: Detail in Fiction

As I mentioned in my previous blog, writers of fiction often grapple with the question of detail: how much, what kind, and how far off the narrative track you can stray in order to present an irresistible tidbit of information about a character, setting, or action. If you skimp on details you run the risk of presenting a bland, opaque story that goes bump in the night but never shows its face. Too much detail will bog down your story the way those gigantic tail feathers on the male peacock inhibit free movement.

Here’s an example. Recently I read “The Apostle,” a thriller by Brad Thor. The author is hugely successful in the marketplace and he knows his audience and he caters well to them. Personally, I find his right-wing politics to be heavy-handed and I resent the feeling that the author is leaning over my shoulder and hissing, “Get it? Get it? The liberal politicians are all idiots and the valiant warriors are all heroes!” It seems very Bush-Cheney-Rumsfeld, and it’s no wonder Glenn Beck swoons over Mr. Thor and his novels. But I digress; we are discussing novelistic detail. One of the primary tasks of the author is to introduce characters. If you are masterful, you can get them onstage and into the action seamlessly, without a lot of fanfare. But sometimes you need to stop and give a quick physical description.

While plowing through “The Apostle” I noticed that Mr. Thor has a habit of providing the exact height, in feet and inches, of characters as they are introduced. Mullah Massoud Akhund “stood about five-foot-eight.” Zwak “stood only a hair above five feet tall.” The unfortunate interpreter Sayed was “five-foot-six.” The American Dr. Julia Gallo was “five-foot-ten.” U.S. President Robert Alden “stood six-foot-two” while entertainment titan Stephanie Gallo “was tall, five-foot-ten when not in heels.” The information comes quickly; Mr. Thor introduces all of these characters within the first thirty pages. As I read the book, I was amazed that Mr. Thor’s editor at Simon and Schuster didn’t say, “Do we really need to provide these measurements?” But I suppose when you have a sales record as enviable as Mr. Thor’s and your books pay many salaries at the publishing house, no one is going to argue with you.

Some authors omit detail that you assume they would have to include. One of my favorite books is “Frankenstein” by Mary Shelley. When you read the book it is obvious that the nineteen-year-old author had a solid understanding of the particulars of the geographical regions used as settings, but zero knowledge of biology or chemistry. She makes no attempt to describe how the creature is brought to life. The description of how Frankenstein animates his creation is as substantial as a Scottish mist. There are vague references to collecting body parts and the laborious assembly process involving scientific instruments. The moment that the creature becomes animated is not marked by any of the theatrics we see in the movies: no thunder and lightning, no flash of cosmic energy. The “dull yellow eye of the creature” simply opens and the daemon awakes and the story marches forward.

By the way, to veer off–track for a moment, does anyone notice that during the daemon’s first big speech to Frankenstein on the glacier of Mont Blanc, he uses the archaic “thee” and “thou” when addressing his master, Frankenstein? In subsequent scenes – including when they repair to the hut so that the monster can tell his story, and later, after Frankenstein destroys the monster’s bride – the monster uses the conventional “you.” The appearance of the archaic forms is puzzling, and the only possible explanation is that Ms. Shelley intended the monster to speak thusly but, after trying it out in the first scene, abandoned the idea as too cumbersome.

Another of my favorite authors, Ian Fleming, weaves fascinating details through his James Bond books. Here is a typical passage; it’s from the first James Bond novel, “Casino Royale.” Bond is at the bar with his new CIA buddy Felix Leiter, and he is ordering drinks. Bond addresses the bartender: “A dry martini…. One. In a deep champagne goblet….Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it’s ice-cold, then add a large thin slice on lemon peel. Got it?” A few sentences later he samples the drink and advises the bartender that next time he should use vodka that is made from grain, not potato.

Later in the book Fleming explains that Bond brings a fastidious attention to detail to every facet of his work. He also has Bond reveal that as single man who travels constantly, he has developed a habit of demanding only the very best, as a sort of compensation for the lack of conventional comforts. Does it have anything to do with advancing the plot? Not really. But part of the attraction of the Bond books is that they are highly readable; the plot is not the only thing that holds your attention. The books are simply fun to read, even if you have read them many times before and know every twist and turn of the plot.

And in the particular case of the martini, we learn of the ingredients because we overhear Bond tell the bartender, not because the author has informed us directly. It’s a neat variation on the rule that writer’s workshop professors endlessly repeat: “Don’t tell – show!” Okay, okay. But more about that in another post.

One of the greatest examples of detail can be found in the “Curious George” books in the person of The Man with the Yellow Hat. This is all that we are told about him in the text. We don’t even know his name. He is simply the man who wears the yellow hat. This one descriptor is enough to have created an indelible character who has endured for decades.

Thomas Hauck, Editor. From our offices in Gloucester, MA, an hour north of Boston, editor Thomas Hauck provides professional proofreading, ghostwriting, and book editing services for authors in the Boston area, New England, the United States, and worldwide. For unsurpassed personal service and a free quote on your book edit, contact Thomas Hauck book editor today.

June 14, 2010

Why I Wrote “Lucas Manson” by Thomas Hauck

Sometimes it’s a good idea for authors to keep mum about their motivations; but other times it seems as though a little explanation may help.

One of my favorite books is “Dracula.” I must confess that I have little interest in the later vampire stories; perhaps it’s just laziness. But a few years ago I was mulling over the idea of a vampire book, and I wondered if you were a vampire today and you wanted access to lots of victims, what would be the best occupation or cover? I first thought of a rock star, but that seemed too facile and kind of silly. Then I thought: of course, an evangelist! You’d travel the country; be accessible to huge numbers of people; be in a position of authority to brainwash these people; have an organization to provide structure; and the most delicious treat of all is that if you were a recognized religion, the IRS couldn’t touch you and you could operate in virtual secrecy! What could be better?

Then the next challenge was to figure out why Lucas Manson and his followers were vampires. I wanted a plausible scientific reason, not just some vague assertion. So I made them a different hominid species. Not Homo sapiens, like us, but something different–Homo cruentus. This is  not very far-fetched; as recently as 25,000 years ago remnants of Homo neanderthalensis were living on Gibraltar. In evolutionary terms, this is the blink of an eye.

Then I had to figure out how many victims each cruent needed to survive (or more accurately, avoid painful withdrawal). I came up with one pint of blood per week. The average adult human has ten pints of blood in his or her body. So one victim can feed ten cruents per week. If Manson and his followers numbered one thousand individuals, they would need one hundred victims per week: murdered, harvested, and disposed of. The logistics are challenging! Hence the vast Kingdom Seven Family Temple organization, the Transformation tours, the local churches (decorias), and the crematoriums.

And then I needed a law enforcement agent–Mark Dylan–to investigate this gang of bloodsuckers and reveal the secrets of the temple and do battle with Minister Manson. But as we see, Dylan has his own problems, which can be directly related to the existence of the cruent species.

The sequel, “Kingdom Seven,” is about one-third completed. I’ll decide in the next few months when I’m going to finish it–there are so many books that need to be written!

Thomas Hauck

“The Shimmer” Review

This  weekend I was at the local Stop & Shop supermarket and I picked up a copy of David Morrell’s “The Shimmer,” a techno-thriller published in 2009. It’s built around a complex plot involving mysterious lights in the prairie near the fictional west Texas town of Rostov; a secret government satellite-dish installation near same; an abandoned military airfield also in the neighborhood; and strange music that gets into your head and heightens your senses but may also drive you batty. The hero is a cop named Dan Page whose long-suffering wife Tori gets it into her head to run away from home and sit and stare at the mysterious lights.

All of this adds up to a fast-paced journey for those who revel in reading about secret government activities that get out of control and become dangerous to honest God-fearing folk. Nowadays, this market includes a huge number of Tea Party types and others who see the government as inherently monolithic and opaque, and likely to screw up risky projects, especially those involving electromagnetic radiation. The book’s biggest asset is Morrell’s crisp writing, which takes few detours and provides both broad strokes and fine details. He’s a master at his craft; the creator of the Rambo series, he’s been publishing novels since 1972. Clearly, practice makes perfect.

The Shimmer

June 10, 2010

“The Odyssey”

Every once in a while it’s a good idea to pick up an old classic that you haven’t read since high school and give it a chance to either impress or bore, as the case may be. Last week I borrowed my son’s Penguin Classics edition of “The Odyssey” because I figured that since it’s considered one of the greatest stories of the Western world and perhaps the original “thriller,” I ought to get to know it. It’s the 1946 E.V. Rieu translation, revised in 1991.

It exceeded my every expectation. To give a little background first: I read a lot of books, or rather I should say that I start to read a lot of books. Most of the novels and thrillers that I begin to read, often with high expectations, I abandon after the first fifty or one hundred pages. Generally it’s because the writing is annoying or the author has some distasteful agenda (more about that tomorrow) or I’m just bored. In the case of thrillers, many of them just seem phony or implausible or as if the author is trying way too hard to shock me.

“The Odyssey” has many archaic features. The endlessly repeated short descriptors attached to every character (“Dawn, fresh and rosy-fingered”) served a purpose when the story was recited by the eight-century BCE bard, but of course seem quaint today. But overall there is little to quibble about and much to admire and enjoy and learn. The structure of the story–we begin near the end of the hero’s 20-year journey, and travel forward to the bloody climax even as we learn about the past–is ingenious and works in perfect harmony with itself. The characters are vivid and we learn much about their daily habits (although I would like to know why there was so much “mixing” of wine before it was served). There are multiple plot lines, including, aside from the hero’s journey, the plot against his son Telemachus (will he become a man and defend his parents’ home?), Penelope’s decision to offer herself in marriage to one of the Suitors, and the backstage machinations of the various gods who either assist or hinder the mortals.

As a thriller “The Odyssey” has no equal, and I was on the edge of my seat for each of the 324 pages. “The Odyssey” is one of those books that you can carry around with you and open to any page and start reading, if only to savor the perfectly crafted sentences and enjoy the vivid yet economical prose.

http://www.amazon.com/Odyssey-Revised-Translation-Penguin-Classics/dp/0140445560/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1276183219&sr=1-6

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