Showing posts with label Montreal. Show all posts
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Monday, December 15, 2014

Unsavory Delicacies by Russell Brooks Links First and Third Novels With Cool Back-fill Fun Info...

The nerd—who was American—finished off the last of his Crème Brûlée and stared at her like a drooling dog as though he’d never been on a date with a woman before. She knew that the right shade of eye-liner and glossy lipstick, paired with her black hair flowing onto a sexy red dress would’ve been a turn-on for him. Then again, based on the amount of dandruff that stood out on his worn burgundy-colored cardigan and his clip-on tie, Monique doubted that White had ventured beyond fast food restaurants. And he had a slight pot belly to show for it. For fun she flirted with him, even though he was way out of his league.
Old Montreal, Quebec “So what do you have for me?” Monique Beauvais said to Curtis White, speaking with a French-Canadian accent. He sat opposite her at the round table for two by the window in one of the most talked about gourmet restaurants in Old Montreal. She chose this spot for its romantic décor, impressive wine cellar, and its distinction of being in a building that dated back to the nineteenth century. Outside on Rue Saint Paul, a car or two crept by on its narrow cobblestone surface, followed by a horse-drawn cart—one of several that were popular among tourists—surrounded by buildings dating back as early as the 1600s. For that reason, Hollywood movie studios chose to film in this area when they wanted to mimic cities such as Paris, London, or Moscow.
“We already discussed this. I don’t want to take too much time,” White replied as the sound of screeching tires and a blasting car horn outside their window caught his attention. Monique glanced out the window in time to see someone pulling out of a tight parking spot and cutting off a taxi, whose driver still managed to miraculously hang onto his cell phone. White turned back towards her and straightened his thick glasses that sat crookedly on the bridge of his nose. “I don’t like the idea that we’re meeting out in the public like this. Everyone can see us.”
~~~

Unsavory Delicacies:
Revenge is Best Served...Unsavory

By Russell Brooks

Three short stories, quickly read, can still hold a punch--especially when Russell Brooks has written them. At least two of the stories carry through and give readers further background to bridge between Pandora's Succession and his latest The Demeter Code, which will be covered in my next article.

It is very clear that Ridley Fox will do anything and everything to defeat all those who were involved in killing his fiancee... He's gone uncover in Creme Brulee, as a man, Curtis White, who is selling secret documents  Monique works for the Arms of Are and she has a back-up sniper scheduled to take White out as soon as she pretends to send his payment electronically to his account. So, finished with their meal, she heads for the restroom, but instead goes out the door to head home...

Hearing a shot before she gets to her car...
But readers who have already read the first book, know that Ridley Fox may go down once in a while, but he always finishes what he starts... Monique finds that out in a surprising and very cool ending when she meets the man with whom she really had dinner...







Ok, first off, the next story, To the Last Bite, is a bit creepy... And I wasn't quite sure whether Ridley was actually one of the characters... he does have a need for revenge so readers will be able to figure out which man could be Ridley... LOL...

Dennis Kirby is a food critic--you know, a reviewer of the food at restaurants. Kirby was a long-time newspaper writer and was well-known and believed by his readers. In fact, a bad review often resulted in the restaurant closing...and most of Kirby reviews were bad...


But he had just finished an excellent meal at a new French restaurant and was thrilled to be able to write a good review in a very long time.



When the waiter took away his dessert plate, Kirby asked to speak to the owner. When the owner came, Kirby saw the beads of sweat on his foreheadglisten from the ceiling lights.
“I’m afraid to ask,” said the owner. “But how did you like your meal?”
“Words cannot describe how excellent the service was.  As for the meal…Priceless.” Kirby smirked as he watched the owner collapse in the chair opposite him, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. The man fanned himself with his hand.
“Please excuse my shock and awe, sir. I…I…”
“Ought to be happy. I understand that the first international film festival will be coming to town next summer. Am I correct?”
The owner nodded. “Then I expect you’ll be seeing more famous celebrities dine in your restaurant in the months to come.” Kirby raised his wine glass. “To your continued success.”
“Merci,” said the proprietor...
~~~
“Anyhow,” Kirby said. “I just wanted to meet you in person and thank you for the excellent meal, Mister—”

"You can call me Oliver. Thanks. This means a lot coming from you.”
“You’re welcome. As you’ve probably noticed I had to unbuckle my belt. I simply had to enjoy every last bite.” He loved to quote the title of his column.“Which is much more than I can say about most restaurants I’ve critiqued.”
Oliver’s eyebrows widened. “Every last bite?”
“Every last bite,” Kirby repeated with a nod. “I’m embarrassed to ask you this, but what is the recipe? I mean, how did you prepare this meal? The veal and liver were… I cannot describe it.”
“Ah, I cannot tell you that, sir. I’m sure you understand.”
“Yes, yes. Of course. Chef’s secret recipe.”
“Precisely,” Oliver answered.
~~~



The Food Critic went back to his office to write his report before deadline, and also tried to call his girlfriend Stella to see if she wanted to join him for dinner. Finishing some odds and ends, he tried to reach Stella, but decided he'd have to go alone to dinner. A dinner which, in his opinion, was not worth eating... He left, dropping his napkin on top of the food... Guess that was a bad review coming up... 

But when he got home, not knowing what he was going to eat, he was pleased to  welcome the chef into his home. He explained that he was so glad that he'd enjoyed the meal at his restaurant that he fixed another special dinner for him... Kirby asked him to share, so the chef joined him in a glass of wine, enjoying the time he spent with the Critic...








St. Petersburg, Russia Ridley Fox and two other CIA operatives—all under the guise as government inspectors—drew stares from restaurant patrons on both sides of the aisle. Fox looked around among the crowd. He heard wine glasses clinking collectively followed by cheers in one area. Then there was applause for the band as they ended one of their renditions of an old Chuck Berry classic. But Fox didn’t see Maksim Antanov—the owner of the establishment and the son of St. Petersburg’s most powerful crime boss. He led his two colleagues towards the Maître D’raising a fat palm to Fox. 
“Please state your business.” He said in Russian. 
Fox recognized him as Efim Volsky, Maksim Antanov’s personal bodyguard who was clearly well versed at identifying people that had no intention of sitting down to eat. Fox already had the folded document in his hand. Being fluent in several languages, Fox answered him in Russian as he handed him the letter and flashed his fake inspector’s badge. “My name is Yuri Petrov, veterinary inspector for the Rosselkhoznadzor. We have a warrant to search the premises.” 
“For what?” Volsky snapped, snatching the paper from Fox and holding it close to his face to examine it. Fox realized that the bodyguard needed reading glasses. He just chose not to wear them in front of him in order to appear tough. 
But Fox knew that was all Volsky had going for him—the appearance. “Our department has reason to believe that meat was illegally purchased by this establishment,” said Fox.
 “Ridiculous! How dare you make such accusations…” 
“Sir, I strongly advise that you do not make a scene. I’m sure your patrons wouldn’t want to leave here and spread the news of our visit to the 
whole neighbourhood. Word of mouth can be the best and the worst publicity. Wouldn’t you agree?” Volsky grunted. “Wait here.” 
Fox watched Volsky storm away, catching the attention of the patrons, some who then stared back at Fox and his colleagues. Fox didn’t stare back at them; he just waited for Antanov to greet him. The restaurant, although a popular hangout for St. Petersburg’s elite—including criminals—was just a pastime for Antanov. His construction firm was the major front for his criminal activities.
~~~

Ridley was on an undercover case in Russia in Shashlyk and Morozhenoe,  where he planned to meet with Maksim Antanov, who was an important member of the Mob...But before he was through, he had found out way more information than he'd ever thoughts... Good thing, because he'd need it in the future!

Each of these stories were uniquely told with interesting characters who know how to find and use unsavory actions to get what they want. Even though there is a touch of horror, I had more fun than fear...LOL Enjoy and prepare yourself a little for the next book! Review coming...


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Monday, September 16, 2013

Headless World: The Vatican Incident Timely and Totally Believable Fiction from Stan I. S. Law! OMG!

"Last week, on Friday, Peter had been notified by the Administration of the Montreal Neurological Institute that yet another delegation from the Great Republic down south was coming to visit his Department. Over the years, there had been many such delegations from various American universities. Harvard, Johns Hopkins, Stanford, UCLA, all had their representatives living in Montreal. But this was the first time that a personal emissary of John Linker, the VP himself, was heading a delegation. Peter usually steered as far away from politics as he could, but it was common knowledge, even in Canada, who held the reins in Washington. Linker—the power behind the throne. The President was the spokesman. The front man. 
"Peter had no idea what they wanted. Once Peter had taken over as the Head of the Neurosurgery Department, he had achieved positive results in memory control. Within a year the Department of Experimental Sonic Neurosurgery at the MNI became known throughout the world. Well, at least the neurological world. It was becoming fairly certain that particular ultrasonic vibrations affected people’s memory cells. More often than not, the effect was temporary. 
"In the early days, Peter experimented with sound to erase traumatic memories in women and some children who suffered from acute psychosis brought on by abuse. That part did not bear particularly good results, because he found that while he could bring about general temporary amnesia, he could not get at specific memories. It was an all or nothing proposition. 
The promising part and the part that had kept the funding coming was that when the memory had returned, there were certain aspects of the traumatic experience which had been relegated to the deep recesses of the mind, so much so that they no longer immediately affected the patient. It was regarded as a tremendous step forward in treatment of certain types of psychoses. A ten-minute treatment bore results similar to five to ten years on a psychiatrist’s couch. No mean achievement for a research scientist still in his forties.
~~~


Headless World:
The Vatican Incident

By Stan I. S. Law




So, what do you think? Can you figure out what's going to happen from the clues above? The "potential" of this "blows my mind!" And I think that it would take the brilliance of this prolific writer to pull it off in this explosive "what if" from Stan Law...


English: The Montreal Neurological Institute, ...
English: The Montreal Neurological Institute, wrapping around one end of Molson Stadium. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
"I don't think I can buy him, John. He seems to be one of those men..."
"I can't stand the virtuous ones. They are always hiding
behind some illusory principles."
"I know.""They could practically read each other's thoughts. "MayI use the..."
"Whatever it takes. I rather think that Brown has exactly what we need. Only it might need a little more development."
"Thank you, Sir." They hung up in perfect unison. When Fred was told to apply such pressure as was necessary, he always confirmed the authorization by addressing the Vice President
as Sir. That kept the responsibility with the granter, not the grantee. He could always say that he was carrying out orders.
~~~
This novel is a sequel to The Avatar Syndrome which was being studied at the Montreal Neurological Institute. Anne who was the violin virtuoso for just two years is now married to Dr. Peter Brown and traveling quite a bit in her new mystical role...

Peter has been appointed head of the department and has been involved in sonic neurology research. As with other activities happening at the Institute, much acclaim and support is being given, with Dr. Brown gaining more and more of a reputation.

So, of course, somebody who wants to consider their own desires starts considering what they could do with this new "potential..." This time the Vice-President of the United States is the interested party. John Linker was the real power in Washington, while the President was the "front..." Linker already had a Plan. And he had a small group of close confidants they called "The Bridge Club" who would implement that Plan, just as soon as the time was right... 

Peter wasn't the least bit interested in what the VP wanted, which didn't surprise him! But when his
boss was contacted and offered billions of dollars...

The Vice-President wanted Peter Brown to come to Washington and work, using his latest discovery to determine whether it could be of help to those men and women who had developed PTSD...

When he got there, Brown was given a slightly different direction. And before long was asked to present a "show and tell" with a small group of veterans, to The Bridge Club..."

In the meantime, Anne had decided to visit some of the places where she had once given concerts, but had never had time to really see anything of the countries. Her first visit was to Italy... and almost immediately she was recognized! NOT what she had wanted to happen... But the man was so very gracious and, indeed, turned out to be the Camerlengo, who was the individual who directly worked with the Pope. Suddenly Anne was being asked if she would like a personal audience with him! Of course she accepted!

It was only a short time after, however, that the Pope happened to touch Anne's hand and received a vision... Soon after, the Pope had died...

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“Remember eight hundred fifty five,” he translated. “I racked
  my brains. At long last I found the only date  that corresponded
 to Il Papa’s number. It was a strange bit of history that
most members of my sacerdotal fraternity feel should
 be forgotten. Or, at the very least, not taken seriously.”
He handed Anne the printout from his computer.
   According to an amply examined legend, John VIII,
the brief successor to Leo IV in 855, was Joan, an English
 woman who fell in love with a Benedictine monk, fled with
him to Athens, and, after his death, continued to Rome,
entering the priesthood in disguise and enjoying great success as
Joannes Anglicus (John of England).
The subterfuge was effective until she died in childbirth
 during a papal procession. Writers who declare the
legend to be utterly without foundation have tended
to be utterly Catholic in their outlook.   He let Anne
 read and reread the note. Finally she looked up
. “May I ask, ah, Gio, what has any of this to do with
 me?”  Gio then told her about the Pontiff’s last dream,
 his last vision. He sounded embarrassed. He
 seemed to be grasping at straws.
“You see, Anne, some people believe that the Holy
 Spirit speaks to us with a deep, sonorous voice,
commanding us to do or not to do certain things...
~~~



How about the picture on the right? Ahh, I loved how various thoughts, ideas, were interspersed in this book. And, no I didn't guess how it was going to end! But the ending was just as fascinating as the options presented earlier... 

There are so many things that I'd like to say about this novel, but it would give away too much! If you take all the pieces I've offered, you may begin to see where the title comes from... But the actual story is just sooooo awesome!

The only thing wrong about this novel and its prequel is that the author does not do a good job of actually marketing his books... It's my pleasure to highly recommend both The Avatar Syndrome and Headless World  in particular to anybody who enjoys reading the point where science and spirituality meets, bends, and, sometimes, actually merges... 

Can you imagine? What would happen?
If world leaders...

I get exhilarated just thinking about it!


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Stanislaw Kapuscinski, (aka Stan I.S. Law) an architect, sculptor and prolific writer, was educated in Poland and England. A refugee from Poland at 13, then at 33, having overcome numerous difficulties, he began his search for the secret of life. Now, he is a successful writer, happily married for 25 years, with an assured future.
His special interests cover a broad spectrum of arts, sciences and philosophy. At times he seeks inspiration in the Peruvian Andes, or solitude under sail. His books (articles, short stories, poetry) attest to his particular passion for the scope and the development of Human Potential. He authored more than twenty-five books, forteen of them novels.
His non-fiction explores Ancient Myths, Biblical Symbolism, Immortality and the mystery of Visualization. Three volumes of Essays (Beyond Religion) investigate the Nature of Being. Generally, if you suspect you are more than flesh and bones, read Stan Law. If you want to be sure, read Stanislaw Kapuscinski.

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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

I Love A Good Mystery! You?

Serenity prayer, extended version: serenity, c...Serenity prayer, extended version: serenity, courage & wisdom + patience, appreciation, tolerance & strength (Photo credit: gumption)A Trick of the Light
     (Audio Version)
A Chief Inspector 
 Gamache Novel


By Louise Penny








I hadn't enjoyed a "good ole' fashion" mystery for a long time--you know the kind that goes through the crime step-by-step and then winds up in some central setting where the lead investigator--in this case, Chief Inspector Gamache--solves the crime and points out the perpetrator who is there and then that individual shares his side of the "why" of the whodunit! This type of novel certainly allows we readers the wonderful chance of working along in solving the crime, even if we aren't successful in solving the case before the end! Only one thing dampened my enjoyment of Louise Penny's latest Gamache mystery. For those of you like me, who doesn't have an ear for languages, the audio version is beautifully read by Ralph Cosham and while his pronunciation of characters names in French was excellent, for me it was hard to follow who was who, especially when a first-name was used. Nevertheless, I highly recommend that mystery lovers either read or listen to A Trick of the Light! It is  first-class in the more traditional mystery from which many of us first came to love mysteries and their writers!

Penny takes us deep into the art world in Montreal where Clara Morrow, an older artist, has had her first, somewhat unexpected, solo show at Musee, receiving many rave reviews...  The concept of her show was intriguing to me--painting portraits using the women in her village. One was especially interesting in using one woman as the older Virgin Mother...made me wish I could see the painting! Still, there were some that didn't understand her work, or perhaps were jealous. This included her husband...


In celebration a town-wide party hav been arranged back in her home town, Three Pines, which was attended by nearly everybody in town and including many invited guests from the art world. But one woman showed up unexpectedly. She had been a childhood friend of Clara, but their friendship had been broken for many years.

Now that friend, Lillian Dyson, was dead. Found behind Clara's home, in the garden flowers...

They found a small coin-like circle under her body later. In was the type of token given to members of AA...

Of course, there were many potential witnesses to be interviewed and we are privy to each one. During that time we learn that Lillian was also an artist now, but that she had been a literary critic in the past. What Gamache found most interesting was the difference between descriptions from Clara and others who had known her in the past and most remembered her for how cruelly she could treat others, including in her writings. But those who had met and known her as a struggling and somewhat successful member of AA had quite a different version. One in particular was her sponsor there, also an artist, who had witnessed how she was improving.

Her sponsor thought that Lillian might even had been trying to make amends for her past...so the investigation turned more toward that time. At the same time, however, they had discovered her present work as an artist--would it be worth more with that artist dead? There were so many plausible reasons for Lillian to have been murdered! Had she really changed via AA? Can people really change at all? This underlying theme weaves through many lives, past and present, and allows readers to ponder just how much people, including us(s), can really change?

Brilliantly presented for us as we work through the steps that the victim had walked in her life--affecting some personally, others professionally. As a reviewer, I was especially intrigued by how those in the art world quoted, memorized, and referred often to comments by critics...and their affect on the "victims" of those reviews!

Intriguing story! Investigating skills exhibited at their best. Do consider Louise Penny's A Trick of the Light!


Biography

LOUISE PENNY is an award-winning journalist who worked for many years for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. She lives in a small village south of Montréal where she writes, skis, and volunteers. Her bestselling first mystery, Still Life, was the winner of the New Blood Dagger, Arthur Ellis, Barry, Anthony, and Dilys awards; and her second, A Fatal Grace, won the Agatha Award for Best Novel in 2008. Visit her website at www.louisepenny.com.


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