Sickbed reading

My cravings for oysters on the half shell are over. I apparently picked up a food-borne illness during our trip to Tomales Bay. Dale had a touch of it, too, but I’ve lost five pounds in three days. I’m glad the last ones I will ever eat tasted good at the time.

Oysters have always been risky. We stopped eating warm water oysters on the half shell many years ago. After reading up on oysters and the vibrio infection resulting in part from warmer waters, I see no reason to eat them raw anymore. As most of us except maybe Trump might know, the ocean isn’t getting any colder. And I’m not getting any younger, so it’s time to limit the risk.

Good news? I’ve had some quality reading time. I was trying to characterize what I like to read, and it’s hard. I enjoy many different genres but lean toward crime fiction. While I don’t like it cozy and prefer dark and noir, I avoid excessive violence. Let’s just get that murder over and done with so we can find out who did it. My favorites feature a private detective with rough edges and a complicated personal life. Probably surrounded by lowlifes, grifters and cons.  

I am trying to broaden my horizons, so I downloaded the Mystery Writers of America Top 100 Mystery Novels of all Time. Although I’ve read many of the books on the list, it was a long time ago, and I thought I might start going through them again, one by one. I began with The Maltese Falcon, which I still had at home in paperback. While I liked it a lot, I’ve become accustomed to contemporary fiction, so it took some getting used to. Last night, I started The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler.

Although the other books by my bedside are not on the list, they are older and easy to get from the library. I tried to read the first book in the border trilogy by Don Winslow, and I just couldn’t take it. Maybe another time when the world seems less grim. I read his other books classified as surf noir, and I enjoyed them very much.

Still grim but not too terribly violent were The Ice Harvest by Scott Phillips and Winter’s Bone by Daniel Woodrell. I liked both, especially Winter’s Bone, which features a great protagonist … a 16-year-old girl named Ree, in search of her meth-making father, who has skipped bail and left the family home as bond. The book is sometimes classified as rural noir.

I’ve never read the Jack Reacher series by Lee Child, but one of my golf buddies swears by them. I mean, she swears a lot anyway but really likes these books. I have a hold on it at the library and was waiting until I could leave my bathroom for a few minutes to go and get it. Today is feeling bright!

Also on my hold list is The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, which I read many years ago. I want to read it again before I read the new sequel – The Testaments, which I also have on reserve. And I’m 7^th in line for The Night Fire, a new Harry Bosch by Michael Connelly.

I’m feeling pretty good today. Tomorrow I have an introductory appointment with the personal trainer at my new fitness center, so I’m excited about that. And Friday – I have a 90-minute massage!! I haven’t had a massage in years and can’t wait.