STONEHENGE by Bernard Cornwell

stonehengeBernard Cornwell writes a lot of historical fiction.  I have read most of his Saxon Chronicles series, which I really enjoyed.  If you want to see what I had to say about those books, just type his name in the search box on this blog and you will get a list of his books which I read.

One of the things I like about his books is that at the end, he gives a brief historical perspective and explanation of the historical period in which the novel is set.

This novel is about….. Stonehenge.  It is set in 2000 BC, at the start of the bronze age.  It follows one young man and his family.  We meet him when he is six years old, and he and his brother come upon an injured outlyer, a person from a tribe far away whom their tribe considers enemies.  The man crawls into the ruins of some old temple, and the older brother, a mean SOB, kills him in cold blood.  Among his belongings, they find a huge cache of gold, stolen from his home tribe.

The boys’ father is head of their tribe, and takes the gold to a neighboring tribe with whom they have only a very tenuous peace, offers them the gold in exchange for a solid peace pact, which is accepted.

The story goes on to follow the boy Saban as he grows into an adult, which is pretty dicey, because the older brother tries first to kill Saban because Saban saw him steal the gold,  and then after they come of age, manages to sell Saban into slavery.  You know, the normal sibling rivalry stuff.

And we also have another brother, born club footed, who instead of being sacrificed to the gods as was the usual custom, (nice multitasking there, getting rid of the people who cannot contribute to the society and would only be a drain on it, and having a live sacrifice for the gods at the same time.  Nice use of resources.)  is simply turned out of the village to survive on his own, because his father was the chief.  But he is clever, survives, and also sees the older brother stealing the gold treasure.   He goes to the sorceress of the neighboring village and she teaches him the arts, and also pretty much fixes his club foot.  Orthopedic surgery was a bit more primitive in those days, and she fixed it by slamming a mallet on it.  Ouch.  You know, the old ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’ technique of bone surgery.  Yeah.  Well.   He goes on to become a scary and competent dark sorcerer and he wants to build a new temple to the sun god, claiming that it will bring peace to the land, there will be no more war, no more hunger, yada yada.  Sounds like every politician you ever heard, right?

So while Saban is living with the outlyers far from his native village, having been released from bondage, his sorcerer brother comes to him for help in building the temple.  That’s when all the quarrying operations begin, and there is a lot of speculation by our author as to how this operation was conducted.  Very interesting, and could well be just how it was managed.

The basis of the story is the building of what we now call Stonehenge, overlayered with a lot of saving of people from being burned to death in sacrifices, or having their heads lopped off in sacrifices, and descriptions of battles,  and the rest of daily life among the unwashed.  And I say unwshed because I found it interesting that the author portrays these folks who lived like 4,000 years ago, as having farming skills, as knowing how babies were created, because there was a lot of lineage stuff going on, as having certain healing arts, but they never washed, because there is frequent mention of how dirty everyone was.  Also, hardly anyone ever died in childbirth, and hardly any babies died with the frequency they seemed to in say, the medieval period.  Every character of note who got pregnant had an uneventful pregnancy, had the baby, both mother and baby doing fine, thanks, and no mention of women having 15 pregnancies with only say 3 surviving children, or how many women died in childbirth.  Oh well.  Written by a man from a man’s point of view, which was the raping and sexing and battles point of view.

Be all that as it may, I really enjoyed the book, both the story and the incidental details.  He is an excellent writer, does a boatload of research for his fictions, so it all has an uncanny feel of reality about it.



COLD LAKE by Jeff Carson

cold-lakeThis is the fifth in the Sheriff David Wolf series.  It is the only one of this series I have read.  I must have gotten it on one of those free offers from Amazon.

It is a nice series, as far as I can tell.  It features Sheriff David Wolf of some small town in Colorado, his female deputy and a couple of other deputies.

This story revolves around heads.  And bodies.  Not necessarily attached to each other.  I am bullish on severed heads. That is probably because I have never actually seen a severed head in person.

A fisherman working the depths of Cold Lake with his fish finder sees some boulders, which he uses as a place marker for a good spot to fish.  One day he pulls up a bag…. which contains a head. Hot dog!  Wouldn’t that make for an exciting fishing show, ever so different from the usual yawn of watching guys bait hooks and make small talk.

When the Sheriff hears that the fisherman uses boulders as spot markers, he sends out a dive and recovery team who discover that the boulders are actually more bags.  Some have bodies, some have heads.  Seven in total.  The forensic guy has a time trying to match the parts, since the lake is so cold that it is impossible to tell dates of death.

But there is a cold case (you’ll pardon the regrettable pun) from 20 some years ago where a young man went missing after leaving for a date with a young girl who lived up on the cliffs overlooking the lake. And one of those recovered heads was him, so they have some kind of benchmark for dating the bodies.

The family of the young woman is called in for questioning, the father disappears two days later, the mother a few days after that, and only the daughter is left with her memories and the house.

The whole book is just so earnest, and there are some interesting twists,  but the ending is really just too trite to take seriously.  Because the murderer is …….>>>>> spoiler alert!!!!   twins!   Shades of the soap operas with their Evil Twins.

Another problem is there seems to be another plotline plodding along inside this main plot line concerning the Sheriff’s exwife whom he is now seeing again, but they still seem to fight, and that isn’t working out too well, then she is seen with some glossy sleeze type and then oh my gosh is found shot dead, along with that guy in a car out in some remote area.

That plotline is not resolved so we readers can assume the next in the series will concern it self with that.

OK, I definitely enjoyed it, but the ending also is that trope-y kind where the police are in terrible danger of being killed by the perp and there are all these pages of that situation and how it gets resolved, but I confess to having skipped over most of it because, frankly, by this time in my life, I have read it already a hundred times.



privateersmanThis was a lot of fun, not the least because it was not a thriller, but one of those stories where all good things happen.  I like good things to happen.  I am such a Pollyanna.

So first things first.  I thought that a privateer was a genteel word for pirate, but no, not at all!   Here is what I learned, but I will let Wiki tell you because my laziness knows no bounds:

A privateer was a private person or ship that engaged in maritime warfare under a commission of war. The commission (also known as a letter of marque) empowered the person to carry on all forms of hostility permissible at sea by the usages of war, including attacking foreign vessels during wartime and taking them as prizes. Captured ships were subject to condemnation and sale under prize law, with the proceeds divided between the privateer sponsors, shipowners, captains and crew. A percentage share usually went to the issuer of the commission. Since robbery under arms was common to seaborne trade, all merchant ships were already armed. During war, naval resources were auxiliary to operations on land so privateering was a way of subsidizing state power by mobilizing armed ships and sailors.

So you can see that privateering was a darn fine way to earn a living, if you didn’t mind getting shot at, stabbed at, dodging swords, cannonballs, and all manner of mayhem.

This story is set in the time of the American Revolutionary war.  Our boy Tom, whom we meet when he was merely 16, worked with his father, smuggling on the coast, when his dad was killed.  On the run, Tom makes his way to the opposite coast where he is shanghaied  onto a privateer ship owned and operated by a captain dedicated to the bottle.  Tom distinguishes himself, makes a bunch of money, makes friends with a freed slave from the Caribbean, goes to New York with his new companion, gets involved in tobacco smuggling, makes a bunch more money, then returns to England where he turns himself into a iron manufacturer by way of dubious deals and other not-exactly-kosher activities, then buys a mine to supply his factory, while his friend gets into the spinning industry.  He makes a bunch more money, and it is suggested he buy a large estate in some remote area of England, which he sets himself to making beautiful and prosperous once again.

Horatio Hornblower,  Anthony Adverse, you know, those cool rags to riches stories.  It was fun, and I enjoyed it.  And I learned something about privateering.

CEREMONY by Leslie Marmon Silko

ceremonyI am glad I read this before I learned it had Spark Notes.   I get all intimidated with Spark Notes.   I am always afraid that when I read a Spark Notes book I will miss the central point and all those peripheral points, all those weighty  meanings and subtleties.    Because while I am busy enjoying the story and anxious to find out what happens next,  maybe I should be paying more attention to those small nuances, so I can appear, you know, like, totally profoundly clever.

This book was written in 1977 by a Native American writer, so we are talking synchronicity here, what with the Dakota Pipeline Access issue going on right now,and the fact that I had just read The Liberation of Ravenna Morton, which I talked about here.   But this is not about Big Oil, it is about PTSD, essentially.  And race.  And bigotry.  And old Native American customs and beliefs.

Ceremony follows the troubles of Tayo, a half-white, half-Laguna man, as he struggles to cope with post traumatic stress disorder after surviving World War II and witnessing the death of his cousin Rocky during the Bataan Death March of 1942.

After spending several months at a VA Hospital in Los Angeles, recovering from injuries sustained during his captivity, Tayo returns to his family’s home at Laguna Pueblo.  In bits and pieces, we learn of his desperate childhood with a Native American mother  who is now an alcoholic and lives with other homeless on the banks of the river in Gallop.  He is always hungry, and is on his own to find food and shelter while his mother ‘entertains’ men for the price of a bottle or some food.  When the shanty town of cardboard boxes and makeshift hovels is cleared out by the authorities, 4-year-old Tayo is reluctantly and grudgingly taken in by Auntie, his mother’s sister, who does not want him or like him because he is mixed race, a reminder of the shame her sister has brought to the family.

Mixed blood people — individuals who, in  a sense, find themselves stuck between cultures, neither wholly in nor wholly out of what may be their native society:  too often they are viewed suspiciously by both of the peoples whose blood they carry.

The story is told in flashbacks,  remembrances, hallucinations, and dreams.  I am sure I missed a lot of the symbology in the dreams, because as I have told you several times,  I am not interested in dreams.  I am not interested in people’s dreams in Real Life, because dreams are just stories the mind makes up, and fun as they may be for the dreamer, who cares if they are not your own dream.  So dreams in fiction are just fictitious constructs in the middle of a fictional work, so really, duh.

As do many sufferers of PTSD, Tayo has an alcohol problem, as do his friends,  and after a drunken bout, Tayo stabs a ‘friend’ in the stomach.  He is then sent back to the VA hospital for another stint.

When he returns home after treatment, he is at loose ends,  slides off into dream-like trances, and otherwise acts in ways that make his family and friends somewhat nervous.  It is suggested that rather than being hauled off again to the VA hospital, he go see a medicine man,  who takes him on a dreamquest, where he is told there are certain acts he must do to heal himself and the world.   He is taught that the white man was created by witchery.

He meets a mixed race Mexican-Indian woman in the local town and falls in love with her, and his relationship with her weaves in and out of the story.

It took me a while to get really into the book, but once I did, I realized how magical and spiritual it is.  It is a composite of Native American beliefs and practices, the doings of the white man,  the down to earth human relationships,  the idea of race and how it affects the people.







DON’T WAIT FOR ME by Dan Kolbet

dont-wait-for-me-by-dan-kolbetA sweet … OK, sappy….. romance-y kind of novel along the lines of Nicholas Sparks.

It is near Christmas, and a youngish man trying to keep an old-fashioned toy store afloat in this day of the big box store catches a young kid shoplifting.  For some reason, he takes the kid home to find that he is the product of a single mom.  He had stolen the toy to give to his sister for Christmas.

The shop owner is then faced with a flood in his store from the laundry in back.  As he sits in dismay, the mother of the day before shows up to help him.

The reason he is all alone is that the store was owned by his wife’s parents, and when they died, the young couple took it over, but were losing ground.  There was a bonus to join the National Guard and the wife did so (the guy has a bad heart and was not accepted), but is killed on a flight back home.  Now he drinks a lot.

The young mother helps him put the store to rights in time for what little Christmas rush there might be.  But…. there is a nasty fly in the ointment.  A ruthless businessman wants that property after buying up all the surrounding buildings in order to make some big property deal.  Our boy has already turned him down twice.  Guess who was behind the flood?  And is working on a new ruthless plot to force our boy out.  But he is determined to keep the place, I don’t know why… dead wife?   I mean, really.  Take the damn money and run.

So yeah, stealing a toy for a Christmas gift, gee that’s never been done before, cartoonish villain,  smoochies and stuff with the lady.   Sappy.

I found it a little lightweight, but there are many others who just loved it, so like I always tell you,  chocolate, vanilla and pistachio fudge.  And chunky monkey.  And Gilbert grape. You know, something for everyone.

BUTTER IN THE WELL by Linda K. Hubalek

butter-in-the-wellThis is a fictionalized account of a young Swedish immigrant couple who settled in Kansas in 1867.  The end.

Nah, just messin’ with ya.   That’s not the end,  although it IS a fictionalized account of a young Swedish immigrant couple who settled in Kansas in 1867, but I will tell you a bit more about it.  It is a beautifully researched account of Maja Kajsa Svensson and her husband Carl and their little daughter.  Eventually, her siblings and parents joined them.

Gee, those were the days!  Other than the hardships of living first in the wagon until they were able to build their sod house  and then living for a couple of years and no conveniences at all so to speak of, … OK, nevermind.   But all you needed to do to steal the land from the Native Americans already living there was to file with the government and you would get 80 acres.

It is so hard to imagine living like this.  I get all kerplunchet if I have to live more than two blocks from a convenience store,  and that is saying nothing about my state of mind if there is no pizza delivery nearby.

This was just such a delightful book, and makes history come alive.  I am pretty sure I learned all this stuff back in the Darkish Ages when I was in school, but this book helps make it all so real.

The title comes from when they finally had a well, and what you did was you kept your butter and cream and milk in jugs which you lowered into the well to keep them cold.   One day Maja hauled up on the rope to get the butter as she was making a large dinner for a number of people, and the rope broke, the jug slammed against the side of the well and broke into a bazillion pieces and the butter fell irretrievably into the depths of the water.

And I thought I had it tough when the ice maker in my refrig stopped making ice.

This is now a series of four books, I believe, and definitely rivals Little House on the Prairie for true endearment.

Good night, John.  Good night, Pa.



liberation-of-ravenna-mortonThis is the story of a family, and of secrets.   That the family is modern day Ojibwe is interesting and certainly adds color and information about the treatment of Native Americans, about the Native American boarding school system, about racism, but it is not exactly central to the story.

Ravenna is an Ojibwe living on the Kalamazoo River.  When she was a child, government authorities came t the extremely poor homestead to take any children into custody to put into Indian boarding schools.  The siblings were deep in the far fields and were not seen by the authorities, but Ravenna, being still very young, was at the cabin, and taken against the parents wishes.  When she was released at age 12 to find her own way in the world, she returned to her home to find it deserted and overgrown.  She began to put things together, all survival living she had learned from her parents.

She is taken in by … oh phooey… I forget…. a grandmother maybe?… no, possibly a neighbor who has Greek relatives.  The young son of one of these Greeks comes out to help in the summers and he and Ravenna become very attracted to each other.  The uncle of this boy does a great deal to financially support the woman and Rovenna.  But Rovenna gets pregnant, and at the instant the baby is born, the child is taken from her to be put up for adoption.

Fast forward to modern day and we meet  Esme, the daughter of the baby put up for adoption.  Her mother has just died of cancer, but weeks before dying, receives a phone call from a woman who says she is her sister, one of six other siblings and now that the grandparents have died, they are at liberty to discuss this matter.   The woman dies happy, now knowing for sure she was adopted.    The daughter decides to go out to where these people all live and meet her blood relatives.

While there, she discovers that her grandmother, Ravenna, still lives in primitive conditions in a remote area on the river, and is a well-known basket maker.  Her grandfather is a well-known artist and lives in town.  The two although have all those children together, have never lived together because he doesn’t want to live in such primitive conditions, and Ravenna, still known as the Indian woman,  doesn’t want to be in town.

There are the various side stories of each of the grown children, aunts and uncles to Esme,  and some mysterious events concerning that wealthy uncle who now lives in Chicago (or is it Detroit?)  in luxury.

It is a back and forth kind of tale, lots going on, and like I said above,  full of a lot of information about the Native Americans at the time.  There is an entire backstory of the mother and father of Ravenna,  the story of the young man with the boat who squires Esme around, and his no-go romance with the girl who is the receptionist at the hotel where Esme is staying.  So many stories.  I loved it.  Great stuff.