Post by rockefeller on Aug 10, 2020 18:25:30 GMT
I smoked pipe-tobacco rollies for a few weeks back in the 70's, but which didn't sit well with my ounce-and-a-half-a-week bud habit. Lungs said one had to go, and it was early enough into the nicotine that it was easier. Pills and psychedelics sort of came and went during that era. A decade later, for complicated health, financial, psychological and social reasons I finally, with some difficulty and at least one relapse, gave up the chronic. Quit drinking just a couple months ago after hearing on the radio that recent studies have determined that alcohol is bad for you in any amount, and more is always worse. But mostly it just wasn't fun anymore. Maybe Covid ruined it for me. So now all that's left is caffeine.
[Rocks takes a hearty sip of green tea. And then another. Burps, and sets his cup down on the cherrywood without a coaster. That's right. No coaster! Prolly leave a ring. Yeah, he's badass. Totally fits in.]
Just read Cusumano's Lennigrad offering. In one gulp. And without skimming. I'm pretty sure it'd pass the memorability test. Even with all its jumping from POV to POV and back and forth in time, it's fairly simple. Also seemingly well researched, with some decent classical music trivia and credible spy stuff possibly gleaned from reading Ludlum or Greene or such.
Although I did wonder why the CIA would care about Russian tank technology when between their two countries they had enough nukes back then to exterminate each other and everyone else maybe three thousand times.
But there's this good sex scene involving the two spies, goes like this: "They stood the cold war on its head." That's it. At least that's how I remember it. Sometimes less is more.
If I had to guess, I'd almost guess it began as a summary for a novel, a plot outline replete with character resumes that evolved into a short that then never matured. So another close call that doesn't quite make the cut.
[Rocks takes another slug of lukewarm tea, bangs the cup down, still without a coaster, onto a spot un-besmirched by his previous neglect. But no one cares.]
No. Damn. Maybe we need a basement here?