It’s hard to tell what Robert Harris loves more: his subject matter or his audience. I suppose with that opener I’m officially fawning, but having read most of Harris’s bibliography, I’m coming to the conclusion that there are few authors that put in the kind of research, authorship and care that Harris does when writing …
The Saturday afternoon smoke session’s conversation veered toward its typical pointlessness as Jerry packed what would presumably be the day’s final bowl into the bong. “You guys need to strive for more,” Topher said flatly as he dug for the perfect tortilla chip. “What?” Ed said. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I’m saying …
Bill was having second thoughts about giving Nathan that boat. Mind you, it was a beautiful little craft: a child-sized skiff painted in emerald green with the name “Nautilus” painted in gold across the transom. Yet here Bill was, slowly descending the grimy, wrought iron rungs of the city sewer system chasing after it. He …
… but not the last—not by a long shot.