What makes a book a page-turner?
When I’m in the office, I have lots to do: read PC Gamer, Harper’s Magazine, Science, Nature, or even the random professional journal; surf blogs; catch up on my bottomless chart basket; feed the frogs. And I see patients, too.
That’s why it’s always remarkable when I find a book that demands I keep reading it no matter what. I’ll squeeze in a half hour of reading time before the patients roll in, five or ten minutes between patients, and my lunch break, all to finish the damned book. This is uncommon enough that I can count these books on one hand.


“Guess what,” said the husband. “We have to eat it raw. It’s the only way we can taste it nowadays.”
Garlic has modest antiplatelet and lipid-lowering effects. There’s even some weak evidence that a diet rich in garlic lowers the risk of colon and stomach cancers. You know what? I don’t give a damn. I like garlic because it tastes good and it gets me high.
Yeah, you heard me. I get a buzz off garlic.
I’ve tried to find a web reference to back me up on this, but all I can find is this quote from Tantrik Vegetarianism:
By now the reader might ask: “Why are onion, garlic and mushrooms bad?” As a matter of fact, onion and garlic are good for the body. They are bad for the mind. All three irritate and heat lower chakras (psychospiritual centers) and, thus, tend to make a person more irritable, distracted and sexually indiscriminant.
It’s true, too. After eating a head of raw garlic, I’ll shag anything that moves. More:
Garlic is a good medicine: its antibacterial and blood purifying qualities have been known for centuries. Ginger has similar qualities without the negative mental effects (and bad smell) of garlic.
I’m sorry. Ginger cheese bread doesn’t do it for me. Which reminds me:
My apologies for not giving precise measurements. You’ll have to wing it.
Combine softened butter with freshly grated parmesan cheese (Reggiano, puhlease!) and paprika. Mash together. Dried basil is a nice addition, too.
Slice a loaf of good quality French bread lengthwise. Toast it under the broiler until golden.
Take raw, peeled garlic cloves and ‘sand’ them against the toasted French bread. Rub them against the crust as well as the toasted cut surface of the loaf.
Spread the butter/cheese/herb mixture on the loaf’s cut surface and return it to the broiler. Watch it carefully. Once the cheese has melted and browned slightly, you’re done.
Remember: you can get the garlic smell off your fingers by rubbing them on a stainless steel spoon or butter knife held under running water.
That married couple was right. By the time I hit thirty, I couldn’t taste cooked garlic anymore.
Nowadays, if I load a red sauce with a dozen crushed cloves I might detect a hint, but it’s subtle, not satisfying, and it won’t give me that delightful garlic buzz. By the way, this isn’t an [insert your favorite illegal drug’s name here] kind of high, but an “I feel so good about the world and all the creatures in it!” sort of feeling.
Dosage recommendation: you need to consume enough that you ooze the garlic smell from your pores and your breath withers cacti.
Here’s another fine recipe for saturating yourself in garlic:
This simple sauce can be used on vegetables (cooked or raw), bread, fish, you name it. Be sure you soak your anchovies in milk first to de-salt them a bit.
One stick of butter
One can of anchovies (2 ounces)
Bunches and bunches of garlic cloves, crushed (start with 6 and add more to taste)
Melt the butter over low heat. Add crushed garlic and anchovies. The garlic should sizzle very little or not at all. Press the anchovies with a spoon; as the melted butter heats up, the anchovies will fall apart and seem to melt. Heat thoroughly. The more you heat this, the milder the garlic flavor will become.
If you’re feeling health conscious, substitute a mixture of canola oil and olive oil for the butter. Heathen.
Jake has decided to read To Kill A Mockingbird first. My fingers are crossed.
D.
I appreciate all the input you’ve given me regarding Jake’s curriculum. I knew I could count on you.
I had a longer day in the OR than I thought, so I’m going to fall back on this little snippet of fluff I wrote last night. More later, maybe. I must exercise.
Since I’m in the OR today, this is all you get for the morning. Bare Rump took her test last night. Check it out.
Interestingly, I had an easier time answering for Bare Rump than I did for myself. What the hell does that mean?
D.
| Clark Gable You scored 9% Tough, 28% Roguish, 38% Friendly, and 23% Charming! |
| You’re a pretty interesting guy, all man but approachable and friendly. You like the lovely ladies, but you’re also a real stand up guy with a true sense of honor and duty. You’re respected by most men, although they probably wouldn’t trust you alone with their girlfriends and even wives. Women find you intriguing, drawn to your playful sense of fun and true-blue core. You think most women are rather silly, but strong dames with smarts really turn you on, and you tend to marry them. Leading ladies include Claudette Colbert and Vivien Leigh, women who find you somewhat charming but a little dangerous.Find out what kind of classic dame you’d make by taking the Classic Dames Test. |
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We homeschool our son Jake, not for religious reasons, but by necessity. He tests out past the twelfth grade in math and English. Homeschooling is the only way we can keep him interested in learning.
He’s almost ten and has the emotional maturity of a ten-year-old. Keep that in mind when I come kvetching for advice (below).
This year, I’d like to have him read some of the classics of 20th century literature. To help me generate ideas, I found this list of ‘great’ works of the 20th century, courtesy of Random House. Try to ignore the righthand column (Ayn Rand for the number one and two slots? L. Ron Hubbard for number three? Come on!)
Here’s my pick. I’m open to advice from y’all.
The Great Gatsby
Brave New World
As I Lay Dying (lower on the list than Sound & Fury, but I think it would be easier for Jake)
Animal Farm
Slaughterhouse Five
Lord of the Flies
The Maltese Falcon
The Postman Always Rings Twice
To Kill a Mockingbird
I’m leaving out a lot of books I dearly love because I don’t think Jake is ready for them yet (Heart of Darkness and Lord Jim, for example). As it is, I’m not sure he’s ready for Gatsby yet.
Thanks, everyone.
D.
Someone over at Miss Snark used the phrase Snoopy dance as an alternative to the more contemporary Homer Simpsonesque woo-hoo! I suppose Eric Cartman’s Sweeeet would be even more hip. Whatever.
Point is, Miss Snark liked my snippet. In fact, she used that other L word, the one you want so desperately to hear from your agent/editor/publisher. Here’s the link.
Aside from giving me a goofy smile for the morning, this also persuades me to rethink my plans. I’d gotten it into my head that I would have to sell my first story to a publisher before an agent would ever take me seriously. Hmm. Maybe not so.
I have a meeting tonight. Not one of those ‘pull out my wisdom teeth with rusty pliers’ hospital meetings, but a board meeting for the North Coast Nature Center. I wonder how Ray is doing with her moon jellyfish exhibit. She’s been having a devil of a time keeping them alive.
You lurkers who have known Karen and me forever (hi Kira!) are familiar with our creepy crawly love affair*. Our house is, as always, a menagerie. Unfortunately, we have way too many mammals for my liking: three cats, one ferret, and four degus.
What? Never heard of a degu?

Think big gerbil, but don’t think about it too hard.
Our cold-blooded collection, ignoring for the moment Karen’s tarantula mania, consists only of a Madagascar hissing cockroach colony, some freshwater fish, and a water dragon. For us, this is a mighty low census.
That’s enough for the morning. One Snoopy dance and one cute furry rodent. You’d get sugar toxic if I gave you any more than that.
D.
*Take that however you like.
Check out Miss Snark. She’s a literary agent, and she’s currently analyzing opening pages (the first three hundred words of novels). Mine hasn’t come under her snarky knife yet, but I’m going to go on record before she savages me by saying this has been educational. Y’all are burying your leads (paraphrase?) was one of many gems. I hadn’t thought to look at my novel as a journalist would, which is foolish, since the damned thing is about a journalist.
D.
Karen finished reading my book and she has gone back to blogging. Bone up on your Proto-Elamite script, everyone.
D.
In the best writing, the author disappears.
Not everyone would agree with this. The success and critical acclaim of authors like M. John Harrison, China Mieville, and Neil Gaiman would seem to argue otherwise. I appreciate what these authors achieve with their pyrotechnics, and I enjoy them (especially Gaiman) if I’m in the mood, but this is not the kind of writer I want to be.
I want my readers to forget I exist. Martin Cruz Smith is my role model, along with a slew of hardboiled novelists who put the story first and themselves last. I’m thinking about James Crumley (The Last Good Kiss), Jim Thompson, Harry Crews (A Feast of Snakes). Yeah, I could go on.
Invisible writing requires a vicious internal editor to seek out and eradicate all stylistic tics. You know about tics, right?
As I trudge through this monstrous manuscript, I’m learning to find and destroy my worst tics:
Those are my primary tics. Have you found yours yet?
D.
From the Infinite Cat, this video, which might be subtitled, “What women really want.”
While you’re at it, check out this cat fight. (I found this at Killer’s Place.)
Okay. Back to editing.
D.

After the Game, by Kenney Mencher
You know what I love best about this one? The expression on the cheerleader’s face. What is she thinking?
I fell in love with this painting and almost bought it. Instead, we bought one we could hang in our office without fear of giving elderly men angina.
It’s fun following the comment thread to PBW’s latest writing exercise. Check it out. In brief, the idea is to summarize your current writing project in 25 words or less.
Several writers are working on multiple projects. This blows me away. I feel daunted by my ONE project, and here are folks with three, four, or more pans in the fire. Meanwhile, I’m thinking editing doesn’t feel like the best word for this activity. Crawling is a better word. Crawling through molasses studded with fire ants.
Why? Because no one freaks out over mad buffalo disease. Here’s the recipe:
1 lb ground buffalo
1 package Lipton’s onion soup mix
1 egg
Several turns of freshly ground black pepper
Combine thoroughly. Let the mixture sit in the refrigerator at least one hour. Cook ’em over coals. No, not under the oven broiler, you heathen. Some people.
D.