As many of you know I have just got back from Israel. I took a ton of photos so I will impose them on you a little at a time. Our first stop was New York city where we stayed over night. Unfortunately it was Columbus Day so all my favorite art museums were closed.
So we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. I naively thought it would just be a romantic stroll, just me and my hubby. No, there were thousands and thousands of people with us. We were practically the only ones crossing into Manhattan. Most were coming from Manhattan into Brooklyn. So we were an hour pushing our way through the crowds like Salmon swimming upstream, and often getting pushed into the bicycle lane, which took up half the walkway.
One aggressive cyclist growled at me to move over. After jumping up like a startled Armadillo getting shot at, I spent a good amount of time on the bridge thinking of all the things I could have said or did to that jerk: stuck a stick in his wheels, screamed back...instead I had to let it go. "Let it go, let it go..."
On the Manhattan side we went to see some of my favorite buildings. The first one is the Flat Iron Building. I have a large photo book of it's history through the eyes of famous photographers.
Of course the Empire State Building
And also the Chelsea Hotel.
We finished the day off at a Thai Restaurant Josh had learned about on one of the many foodie videos he watches on Youtube: Kum Gang San.
And here's my hubby as we wait for the train back to Brooklyn. We leave the next morning for the Ukraine and then Israel. He is holding my purse as I do something I can't remember what. As you can see he is secure in his manhood. He said he is going to carry a "murse" (man purse) when we get to Israel.
False Scent by Ngaio Marsh
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is the first novel I have read of Ngaio Marsh. I hesitated for a while because I had read a short story by her and was not all that impressed. This novel, however, has changed my mind dramatically.
An aging actress is having a birthday party. We meet her and the various people that play roles in her life. I will not say more than that because there are several elements of surprise. You'll have to read the book to find out who is murdered, why anyone would want to murder this person (hint: there are ample reasons, or rather one profound reason many people would be motivated to do away with this individual) and all the clues and details that add up to a well-planned and subtle executing of a crime that no one, including the reader, regrets.
I thought Marsh's writing style was outstanding. Her characters all have strong voices and convincing personalities. I relished her dialogue and narration. The mystery was fine as mysteries go and Marsh certainly deserves her place in the Golden Era of Detective Author's Hall of Fame, but it was that beautiful writing, the descriptions that packed force, but never overly described that sell this book.
Her method of allowing us to see everyone's emotions and thoughts and motives was eloquent as well as effective in moving the storyline forward.
I hope to read many more of Marsh's books.
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Expect more Ngaio Marsh reviews. My husband, who loves me, won a bid on eBay acquiring all but three of her books for 25 bucks.
A postcard I sent. A work by Joan Miro.