Cowtown Pattie's Texas Trifles

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Life Happens

I've been very long away from Texas Trifles - unintentionally. My visitor and commenting numbers were down, and I must confess a certain amount of disinterest in blogging for while. Not to say with any fanfare "I'm Back!", as I may not be as frequent a poster in the days and weeks to come.

My day job is very stressful and demanding. My personal life has gotten busy with trying to sell our house, perhaps buy something new, or maybe once unloaded with the burden of home ownership, we might pocket the money and think about the future that might happen after the next 10 working years. They'll fly by, they'll crawl by in succession, I 'm sure. Interest rates are terrific, so I am kinda of thinking maybe we'll rent for a while, and take a look at buying a home in an area we would love to live - The Big Bend area of Texas.

Could be we buy a house in that location, use it for vacations, and maybe rent it out as well.

Jury still out on what we will end up doing. We know that we will work at our current jobs, unforseen health issues nothwithstanding, for the next 10 years. Heck, we know that we will need to work even after attaining that hope-its-still-there social security check.

posted by Cowtown Pattie @ 2/05/2012

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Steak and Baseball!

Rangers getting ready to fire up the bats, and we fired up the infra-red grill out back. T-bones rare then smothered in whipped butter with a side of baked sweet potato for me, Idaho spud for the Kman. Add a flute of sparkling Italian wine and all is good.
And yes, now that you asked; that is a leftover sand pail from Port Aransas over labor day. Waste not, want not. Thank you, Wessie, for leaving me your bucket!

Oh, a nice new candle makes it all fancy.

posted by Cowtown Pattie @ 10/22/2011

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Thursday, October 20, 2011

James Lee Burke - Feast Day of Fools

Magnum Opus: (plural: magna opera, also opus magnum / opera magna), from the Latin meaning "great work", refers to the largest, and perhaps the best, greatest, most popular, or most renowned achievement of a writer, artist, or composer.

Or, to put it more succinctly, if James Lee Burke worked his magic with a paintbrush, Feast Day of Fools would be the Sistine Chapel of his novels. Yep, it's that good. I can't say whether the story took him four years to write or not, but the end result was the same as Michelangelo's - perfectly stunning.

I've recently read some reviewers comparing Burke's writing to Cormac McCarthy's, particularly his No Country For Old Men. Well, both stories share a deep southwest Texas locale and both deal in the darkness of a man's heart; I would go a step farther and say Burke's might have more in common with Joseph Conrad. Like the evolution of Conrad's writings, Burke, too, has entered a higher stage with Feast Day of Fools. But, whereas McCarthy and Conrad are not always a joy to read, Burke's trademark style shines with readability.

I am a long-time Burke fan and feel like his famous Louisiana anti-hero detective, Dave Robicheaux, is my personal friend. Ol' Dave has put James Lee on the literary map. But even your mama's tried and true favorite fried chicken recipe would get old if that's all you ever ate. Luckily for us fans, we also have Sheriff Hackberry Holland to keep our Burke cravings at bay.

Feast Day of Fools is set in the Texas southwest, near the border of Mexico and is the third novel featuring Sheriff "Hack" Holland, a Korean veteran and a descendant of a long line of Texas lawmen. Readers first met Holland in Lay Down My Sword and Shield, and then again in Rain Gods. Back again, too, is one of Burke's weirdest and creepiest villains, Preacher Jack Collins. But the badness doesn't stop with Collins; there's Krill, a mercenary soldier gone off the deep end, Negrito, an illiterate psychopath, and the Reverend Cody Daniels, a man broken by the system and finding redemption and revenge with a bible and a gun. All fatally flawed, all on their own crazy mission of misplaced loyalties and superstitions.

A sadistic murder/mutilation in the desert, a missing FBI informant, drug smugglers, and gun runners are the bones of the story, along with an enigmatic and mysterious Chinese woman named Anton Ling, called "La Magdalena" by the Hispanic locals. Ling has her own war-torn past and is mending her soul by helping illegals from Mexico find safe passage into the states - a subject of passionate debate in the Lone Star state.

Franz Kafka may be the allegory king, but Burke's use of symbolism makes you catch your breath and hold it for long seconds while you reread a passage just because it is so ripe and full; to interrupt that emotional flow with the mechanics of breathing would lessen it's impact.

I held my breath a lot while reading Feast Day of Fools. My trusty yellow highlighter used for keeping tabs on quotable passages that simply must be remembered had to be relinquished lest I ended up with entire pages colored yellow.

Just to give you a tiny taste and whiff of Burke's ability to make the nature of place almost a separate character of its own:

The night air was dense with an undefined feral odor, like cougar scat and a sun-bleached carcass and burnt animal hair and water that had gone stagnant in a sandy drainage traced with the crawl lines of reptiles.

The gritty and sprawling vistas of the desert southwest is the perfect artist's canvas for Burke's biggest novel to date. And unlike Pope Julius the Second's (played by Rex Harrison) frustrated lament regarding Michelango's painting in the "Agony and the Ecstasy", I hope Burke NEVER "makes an end" of his superb storytelling.