I haven’t seen it for myself yet, but I’m told that my short story “Rule Number One” (published in The Blue Religion, edited by Michael Connelly) received honorable mention in one of the Year’s Best Mystery Stories collections, possibly the one edited by Jeffrey Deaver.
It’s been a while since I’ve watched a hockey game all the way through, but the Winter Classic caught my eye yesterday afternoon. They built a regulation arena inside Fenway and played outdoors, with about 40,000 people watching. Philadelphia vs. Boston, two of the original six teams. Bobby Clarke and Bobby Orr were the honorary captains, respectively. I would have recognized Orr anywhere but Clarke, without his wooly hair and with all of his front teeth, looked far different from the team leader from the 1970s. (Clarke said that one of the current Flyers suggested that he “stick” Orr during the ceremonial face off!)
The game was pretty good, especially with the tying goal coming late in the third and the Boston win in OT just seconds after a flurry of Flyers scoring chances. I’m not fond of Boston’s uniform these days. Guess I’m too much of a traditionalist.
I’m about halfway through Charlie Huston’s Sleepless. I have to confess that I find the book mildly confusing. There comes a point when stylistic printing tricks (such as the total lack of dialog attribution identifiers) and dual first person narrators works more to a book’s detriment than anything that might be gained by apparent cleverness.
We watched Pink Cadillac (Clint Eastwood, Bernadette Peters) last night. Cute film, more like a TV movie of the week than a theatrical movie. Many of the supporting cast were regulars from shows like Matlock and Rockford Files. One of Eastwood’s broader performances, especially when his skip tracer is putting on an act for the benefit of one of his targets. We also tuned in to the last hour of 2010. Except for the humanistic computer, most of the science in the film seemed at least possible if not currently available, so it wasn’t too much of a stretch twenty-some years into the future. Helen Mirren is almost unrecognizable as the Russian astronaut captain.
