Movie Review: Lonesome Dove (1989)

After reading and reviewing the novel Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry in July 2026, I learned that there was a TV miniseries made after the movie in 1989.

Above are Gus on the left (Robert Duvall) and Call on the right (Tommy Lee Jones). The series is comprised of four movies of 90 minutes each. Other notable actors, who were not as notable yet back in 1989, are Danny Glover as Deets – a perfect casting, and Steve Buscemi as Luke, and Chris Cooper as July Johnson.

The script follows the book very closely, sometimes to minute details. Of course, it leaves out much depth. After all, the first edition of Lonesome Dove was 840 pages. All that detail can’t be crammed into a 360 minute miniseries.

I very much enjoyed the visuals the movies  provided to round out my imagination concerning the characters. When I eventually read Lonesome Dove again, I won’t be able to think of Gus and Call without thinking of Robert Duvall and Tommy Lee Jones.

If you read the book, you will enjoy the miniseries.

Books I Have Read Twice (or more) – Take Three

I have added a few more books to my list of books I have read twice or more times. I am not sure there is much value to this list for my readers, but it does help me remember my books. And, I guess,

Time Tunnel: The Twin Towers – by Richard Todd (2.5 stars)

Foundation Trilogy – by Isaac Asimov (1.5 stars)

Timeline – Michael Critchton (2.5 stars)

A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving (3 stars)

The Songs of Distant Earth – by Arthur C. Clarke (2 stars)

Die Blechtrommel – by Günter Grass (in German)

Le Petit Prince – by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (in French, Spanish, German and English)

The Stand – by Stephen King (4 stars)

An American Tragedy – by Theodore Dreiser

Fathers and Sons – by Ivan Turgenev

Anna Karenina – by Leo Tolstoy

Sons and Lovers – by D. H. Lawrence (3 stars)

Treasure Box – by Orson Scott Card (2.5 stars)

Vox – by Nicholson Baker

Time Pressure – by Spider Robinson (3 stars)

Illusions – by Richard Bach

Jonathan Livingston Seagull – by Richard Bach

The Old Man and the Sea – Ernest Hemingway

Catcher in the Rye – J. D. Salinger (4 stars)

King Rat – James Clavell (4 stars)

Orphans of the Sky – by Robert A. Heinlein

Forever War – by Joe Haldeman (3 stars)

Uncle Tom’s Cabin – by Harriet Beecher Stowe (4 stars)

Book Review: The Correspondent – by Virginia Evans

Sybil Van Antwerp is 73 years old in 2012 when the story starts. She is a retired distinguished lawyer who later clerked for a prominent judge. That was her career. She lived her entire life in the Washington, DC area. She had a husband, three children, and a lot of friends. Her favorite way to communicate was in writing. She started writing early as a young girl and kept it up all her life.

In the mornings, four days a week, she sits down at her writing desk and hand-writes letters on custom stationery with a fountain pen. Of course, there are also just notes and emails in the later years, but she always prefers the pen.

She makes sense of her life through writing correspondence and literature.

The entire book has no exposition and no dialog. It is all correspondence, spanning from 2012 all the way to 2022. Through letters and emails from her to a variety of recipients, family, friends, colleagues, suiters, writers of novels she reads, university professors, tech support agents, neighbors and even children in some cases, we learn about her life and her views. And of course we learn from the responses the receives through the various channels. It’s an entire book of correspondence.

She is an avid reader, and she discusses the books she reads with her friends. Often she would write “I am reading XXX by YYY, what are you reading?” Notably, she writes a long letter to Larry McMurtry about her feelings about his book Lonesome Dove and he writes back. I say notably because I myself just recently read and reviewed Lonesome Dove, so I could relate. The connection between my reading that book recently and the book being referenced here is purely coincidental.

However, there are many references to literature in The Correspondent, which provided me with a valuable reading list. I thought I’d extract and show it here. I will likely use this list for my own future reading.

Here it is. I have linked the books I either read with my rating, or I didn’t finish reading, for quick reference.

Books referenced in The Correspondent
  1. State of Wonder — Ann Patchett
  2. Bel Canto — Ann Patchett
  3. Cutting for Stone — Abraham Verghese
  4. Murder on the Orient Express — Agatha Christie
  5. Crossing to Safety — Wallace Stegner
  6. Blue Nights — Joan Didion
  7. The Year of Magical Thinking — Joan Didion
  8. The Satanic Verses — Salman Rushdie – not finished reading
  9. Never Let Me Go — Kazuo Ishiguro
  10. The Remains of the Day — Kazuo Ishiguro
  11. Ulysses — James Joyce – not finished reading
  12. The Orphan Master’s Son — Adam Johnson
  13. 84, Charing Cross Road — Helene Hanff
  14. Travels with Charley — John Steinbeck – 3 stars
  15. Mary Poppins — P. L. Travers
  16. The Space Trilogy — C. S. Lewis
  17. The Lord of the Rings — J. R. R. Tolkien
  18. The Chronicles of Narnia — C. S. Lewis
  19. The Emperor of All Maladies — Siddhartha Mukherjee
  20. Inferno — Dan Brown
  21. The Round House — Louise Erdrich
  22. Stoner — John Williams – 4 stars
  23. Outlander — Diana Gabaldon
  24. The World Below — Sue Miller
  25. To the Lighthouse — Virginia Woolf
  26. Wuthering Heights — Emily Brontë – not finished reading
  27. Amongst Women — John McGahern
  28. That They May Face the Rising Sun — John McGahern
  29. The Collected Stories of William Trevor — William Trevor
  30. Pride and Prejudice — Jane Austen – not finished reading
  31. Lonesome Dove — Larry McMurtry  – 4 stars
  32. The White Album — Joan Didion
  33. Rebecca — Daphne du Maurier

Overall, The Correspondent is a delightful book, a very different book, almost an experiment, due to the unusual format, but it worked for me.

I used the audio version, and it was expertly narrated by a whole host of different readers, all with custom accents to match the writers.

Book Amnesia – Reading Books Twice

A couple of weeks ago someone (unidentified) posted a comment to one of my book reviews of March 2022:

The first book, Time Tunnel: Twin Towers was well done. Empire was not. I know science fiction can be interesting, but Todd’s “Empire” is molded into pure unrealistic fantasy. Worse, it shows a real left leaning bias. It portrays southern people, particularly Texans as far right nationalists and stupid. Todd chose “Empire” to change history at Wounded Knee. He even uses the “stolen land” phrase as if the native Americans were not as bad, when in fact the war like tribes, stole land, murdered, raped and enslaved peaceful tribes. Todd’s preachy revisionist utopian fantasy is just that. One army female officer is portrayed as a special forces soldier. Fantasy yes, plausible? No. It is a shame Empire was science fiction with ridiculous plot. I haven’t read ” Eclipse”yet, I hope it is not looney left wing propaganda again.

I had to check, because I didn’t remember the books, so I checked my trusty log and found that I reviewed the series of three Time Tunnel books all within a week in March of 2022. Here are the reviews:

Time Tunnel: The Twin Towers

Time Tunnel: The Empire

Time Tunnel: Eclipse

I wrote those only about four years ago, and when I read them again, I could not remember anything about those books. Is it my memory that’s failing? Is it that I just read too many books and they all blend together over time? Is it that these books were not very good and therefore didn’t leave a lasting impression? Whatever it is, I was intrigued, and I simply picked up The Twin Towers again last week and read it again. I liked it again. Re-reading it, there were passages that I remembered, vignettes only, that reminded me I had read the story, but I didn’t remember enough that it spoiled my second reading.

One of the passages I remembered was good enough I thought I’d quote it here:

Annika is a Blackhawk helicopter pilot, flying a General (an African American) out of a battle zone in Iraq. To pass the time during the flight, they chat:

“Forward Operating Base Cobra. Roger that,” repeated Annika as she banked the Blackhawk east-northeast toward the new destination.

“So, what’s your story, Captain?” asked the general.

“The short version is that I tried to get into Special Forces, but I was denied because of a birth defect.”

“What’s that?”

“Born without a penis.”

The general nodded. “If it’s any consolation, Captain, we black folks know a thing or two about bias.

I have read a number of books multiple times – I’ll have to do a post about that sometime – but never because I could not remember the first time. This was unique.

I have committed to myself that I review every book I read partly for this reason – so I read more conscientiously and remember more about the books. It certainly didn’t work this time, for these three books. But it did validate my practice to review and log all the books, so I can quickly look them up and re-read if necessary.

And now for my memory…..

 

 

Fear – Never Forget

Alex Jeffrey Pretti was a 37-year-old intensive care unit nurse and U.S. citizen who was shot and killed by federal border agents in Minneapolis, Minnesota, on January 24, 2026.

Pretti protested. He was a caring person who wanted to help others. He didn’t agree with the practices of the government. He believed the government had turned against its own citizens. He was a lawful gun owner with a permit to carry a firearm. Video analyses and media investigations indicate that a federal officer removed his weapon from his holster or waistband seconds before he was shot. Pretti has been vilified by the right-wing media and the federal government.

In contrast, Kyle Howard Rittenhouse is an American man who gained national attention at age 17 for shooting three men in Kenosha, Wisconsin, two fatally, amid protests and riots in response to the police shooting of Jacob Blake in 2020. A jury found Rittenhouse not guilty on all five felony charges on November 19, 2021. He is currently working as a full-time employee at Gulf Coast Gun & Outdoors in Milton, Florida.

Rittenhouse is alive.

Pretti is dead.

Below an unfinished painting I did in 1980, showing a shooting of German Jews by government agents in the 1930s, titled “Fear – unfinished”.

12/80 Oil 45×65

Movie Review: The Weight (2026)

Samuel Murphy (Ethan Hawke) was a single father of a very young girl in 1933, four years into the Great Depression. He had no job, he lost his apartment, and in the desperate struggle to find a roof over their heads he was attacked by thugs and eventually arrested and hauled off to a hard labor camp in the back county of Oregon. Knowing that his daughter, in the custody of the state, would soon be adopted away from him, he was desperate.

When widespread bank failures during the depression made people lose trust in paper money and hoard gold, President Roosevelt signed Executive Order 6102 on April 5, 1933. It required U.S. citizens to surrender their gold coins, bullion, and certificates to the Federal Reserve for $20.67 per ounce, in an effort to control the economy by removing gold out of private hands. After the seizure, the price of hold was raised to $35.00 per ounce.

There were many gold mines in Oregon, and people tried to steal or smuggle gold away before the government could take it from them.

Murphy and several of his companion inmates were coerced into smuggling a fortune in gold from one mine across impenetrable wilderness in rural Oregon. With fortunes of gold in their backpacks, and lawlessness all around them, things quickly got out of hand.

The Weight has a powerful soundtrack. Sometimes it was not music, but just loud noise to create tension and pressure. The music and noise were so loud, I wished I had brought my earplugs (which I use at every concert). Loud it was, but it was also immersive and intensive and it helped the movie. I walked out in a daze, glad I didn’t have to live through the Great Depression, aware of the fragility of our economic system, empathetic to the love of a father for his daughter and the length to which he will go to save her. The movie left me stunned for a while, not sure what to think of it.

My wife gave it two stars, I am upping it a bit.

 

Book Review: Calder Chronicles (Book 1) – by Robert W. Lamont

A friend recently mentioned that he had read a book “about sailing” by a local author in Fallbrook, California, where he lived. Reading the work of local authors, someone you might run into at a gathering, is something I will definitely do. I picked up Book 1 of Calder Chronicles. It is a series of four books.

The story starts in 1680 in Guildford, England. Delmar Calder is a 12-year-old boy, the second son of a landowner. In those days, the first son inherited the estate, daughters were married off to hopefully rich men of equal or higher station, but the other sons had to fend for themselves. Delmar was dyslexic and therefore didn’t excel academically. Without his father’s permission and blessing, he got himself a post as a midshipman on board of a royal warship and sailed away. It’s a coming of age story.

It is well-written and entertaining. When I got to about 30 percent I realized that while it was a fairly good book, and while I learned about history in the 1600s, I still was somewhat uninterested. The book was just – entertaining. Nothing more. So I put it aside and left it as a “book not finished reading.”

If you really want to read a superb book on sailing and some history of California, I highly recommend Richard Henry Dana’s book Two Years Before the Mast.

There is nothing wrong with the Calder Chronicles. But there are too many books to read and not enough time, so I have to choose. And I chose to move on.

As always with books not finished reading, I don’t rate them.

 

Book Review: Theo of Golden – by Allen Levi

Bestow: to convey as a gift

Usually used with on or upon
Example: the university bestowed an honorary degree upon her.
— Merriam Webster Dictionary

I came in possession of Theo of Golden under circuitous circumstances. My good friends Jayne and John bestowed upon me the hardcopy book for my birthday last month. It was in a hotel lobby. My wife surprised me with their presence for my birthday dinner out. When I got home, I put the book onto my reading stack in the living room, committing to pick it up when I finished what I was currently reading. Then I went on a trip and during the trip I finished the audio book I was then listening to, and while on the road, I randomly picked up the next recommendation in my queue in Audible: Theo of Golden.  I started listening while driving. I didn’t make the connection that the hardcopy book from Jayne and John, sitting on my reading stack at home, was the same book, until I got back days later.

As a result, Theo of Golden came to me in two different channels fortuitously at the same time. It was definitely meant for me.

When you read my ratings key for books with 4 stars, you find:

Must read. Inspiring. Classic. Want to read again. I learned profound lessons. Just beautiful. I cried.

Normally I start my book reviews with an excerpt of the book, before I give my opinions. Here I just have to start the other way around.

I cried – Bill, a friend of ours, as we discussed getting older, said that all he had to do is watch a movie with a dog dying and he teared up. As I get older, I find myself much more emotional, too. Is it just age or am I really getting softer? Be that as it may, I don’t remember ever having that many tears when reading a book as I just did reading (and listening to) Theo of Golden. The last time might have been in the fall of 1992 reading The Bridges of Madison County.

Just beautiful – Theo lives in an idyllic world of music, art, nature, books, friendships and love. While there is adversity in his life, like in all of ours, there is mostly beauty, and I picked up some of that beauty in the book.

I learned profound lessons – Theo of Golden made me think about my life, and the stage my life is in. What could I change today to make my world better for me, and  more importantly, for the people in my life, and for those people, I have not met yet but I am due to get to know next. One night after listening to the book during a long walk, I came back into the house, sweaty and hot, eyes still teary. My wife was sitting on the couch immersed in something on her phone. I walked over, kissed her, and said I loved her. Later that night, she asked if all was ok, because the way I had gone about telling her I loved her had made her suspicious that something was wrong. The only thing that was “wrong” was that I had learned some profound lessons during the walk from Theo of Golden.

I want to read again – This is one of the most beautiful books I had read in a long time. I’ll wait a few years, and I’ll read it again.

Classic – The author, Allen Levi, in the epilogue, tells the story of how Theo of Golden came about. He says if any book ever got written “accidentally” it’s this one. It’s his debut book, and as such it’s a masterpiece. I predict will be a classic in due time.

Inspiring – If this book is one thing, it is inspiring, to live a fulfilling life, to help other people, to listen more and talk less, to lead by example, to do the right thing even when nobody is watching, to see beyond the outer shell and find the person inside, to love.

Must read – well, here is a book review about a book you must read, and I am telling you very little about it.

An old man arrives in the Southern city of Golden in Georgia. During his first stroll through downtown he stops at the local coffee shop. While he waits for his coffee, he notices hand-drawn, framed portraits of people from town all over the walls. They are for sale. He decides to purchase them one at a time and give them to the person depicted. Hence the word “bestow” that I have used several times in this review. The only thing he asks in exchange is to have a conversation where he can hopefully hear their stories. Theo of Golden is a powerful story about the importance of personal connection, depth of relationships, generosity, friendship and love.

I won’t tell you anything else about the book, other than I have learned to call my bicycle my “noble invention” and I will go to Bevmo soon and buy a good bottle of port wine. I long for the taste.

Gas Price in San Diego September 2026 – $6.35

I had to get gas. This was the best I could find. It was the first time ever I had to spend over $100 to fill up my car.

$6.35 for regular unleaded.

Are we great yet?

Book Review: AS1 – by Trevor Lewis

A brilliant young electromagnetics engineer fortuitously gets a research job at Green Bank Observatory, working on the country’s most powerful radio telescope. He notices a faint signal from a fixed point in space and through some out of the box thinking manages to decode it sufficiently to understand it is an artificial signal. When he tries to publish his findings to the scientific community, looking for validation of his conclusions, the entire security and law enforcement apparatus of the United States government seems to descend on him.

He quickly finds himself part of an elite international scientific team tasked with decoding the signal and understanding what might be happening. Long story short: aliens are making contact with humanity.

What follows is what might happen if in our world of today, aliens contacted us and were interested in exchanging information. No one country would be able to lead these efforts. It would take the entire international community, and the role of the United Nations might become more important.

AS1 speculates on what might happen if aliens suddenly were among us. As you may surmise, the bureaucratic inefficiency of the United Nations, the hype machine of the media, the insanity of cults, the insecurity of religions, all would cause an apocalyptic panic of the masses and would transform humanity. The world would never be quite the same again.

Visiting Rockefeller Center in New York

Our company’s financial partners are headquartered in offices in Rockefeller Center in New York City. We have quarterly board meetings there, so I travel to the City usually once every three months, if not more often. A few steps away from the office is the plaza where the famous Christmas tree is erected every winter. On the plaza is the famous statue of Prometheus. Designed by American sculptor Paul Manship and completed in 1934, it is an 18-foot-tall, 8-ton gilded cast bronze figure floating inside a ring representing the zodiac. It seems that every tourist visiting New York comes to see that plaza and that statue. They all stand on the opposite side at the top of a staircase and have their picture taken.

Here I am, doing the same. My wife was with me this time, and she took my picture. I am holding on to the banister that guides down the stairs. This was on September 9, 2026.

It so turns out that the very first day in my life that I set foot in New York City was July 8, 1975. Here I am with a few friends, all foreign exchange students just days before returning back to their home countries. I am the one with the blue shirt. I was 18 years old. The girl in front of me, Eva, is hanging on to the same banister you can see me holding in the picture above.

The City is still there, timeless. As I watched the sea of people walking the streets of New York, as I observed the endless stream of tourists taking that iconic photo of the Prometheus statue, it occurred to me that most of the people walking the streets of New York now were not even alive yet when I stood there in 1975.

We don’t get to own the city. We just get to visit it occasionally, generation after generation. We come and we  go. But the City lives on.

I guess I am a little nostalgic today.

Book Review: Yesteryear – by Caro Claire Burke

Natalie Heller Mills is a young Christian woman raised in a Christian family with typical Christian values. She marries a “rich boy” she meets in college. She becomes a “traditional wife” in a “godly” family. Her husband does not have any ambition beyond playing video games and surfing chatrooms. Their marriage is doomed from the very start. Natalie, in order to make a living, wants to become an “influencer” and tries to turn her Instagram account into a business venture. With money from her mega-rich father-in-law, also a United States senator, she buys a farm in rural Idaho where she portrays the idyllic housewife, with a cowboy husband, baking bread, milking the cow, living off the land, and producing lots of children.

One day she wakes up in an alternate reality, in the 1850 timeframe, in her farmhouse as it would have been in that era. No electricity, just an outhouse. Her family looks like her family, but things are off. Her husband seems to be her husband, but he is older. She is trying to figure out if she actually time-traveled, or if this is some elaborate hoax. Is she an unsuspecting participant in a reality show? When she tries to escape through the woods she steps into a game trap and severely injures her leg. Her husband rescues her and carries her back to the house. He beats her. Now she knows she is a prisoner in this life.

The plot of this story is well-structured, and it kept me following the book. I wanted to know how it would end. But that was the only thing that kept me going.

I listened to Yesteryear as an audio book. It was painful. There was not a single character in this story that was likable. I severely disliked all the people in the story, and most of all I disliked the protagonist. If I ran into Natalie at a social event, I would quickly turn away. I would not want anything to do with her.

Yesteryear is a book without any joy. I don’t have an Instagram account and I am now more glad than ever that I don’t. The whole influencer thing is not something I am interested in. I am not a Christian,  and now I am more glad than ever that I am not. The stuff that Natalie constantly spews about “the Lord” just makes me roll my eyes.

Yesteryear is a book about a severely dysfunctional family, all the way from the grandparents on. The victims of that dysfunction are her brood of children. And that’s where the plot hits the hardest.

This is a book that I would normally have abandoned listening to about 20% in, just because it was so distasteful.  But the suspense of how this mess could possibly end kept me going and I eventually finished it.

Very distasteful.

 

Book Review: The Only Woman in the Room – by Marie Benedict

Hedwig Eva Maria Kiesler was a young Austrian Jewish woman, born in 1914. She grew up in a well-to-do family with a doting father who taught her critical thinking and scientific methodology. She was very smart but also beautiful. In her youth, she was attracted to acting, first in motion pictures and then in the theater.

The story starts in 1933, when Hedy was just 19 years old. While on stage playing an Austrian empress, a mystery suiter showered her with elaborate displays of roses night after night after the performances. It turns out the suiter was Austrian arms manufacturer Friedrich (Fritz) Mandl, who was at the time Austria’s richest man. Not only was he a businessman, but also well connected at the highest level of Austrian politics. At that time, Hitler had just come to power in Germany and his antisemitic policies were feared in Austria. When Fritz proposed marriage, Hedy’s parents advised her to accept, both to not upset a powerful man by refusing his wishes, but also to be a protector to Jews. They sensed that they might need it.

Very quickly, starting even during the wedding preparations, Hedy realized that her future husband was extremely possessive, jealous and both emotionally and physically abusive. She had sold her life to protect her family. While married to Fritz, however, she was exposed to high level discussions about arms developments, including shortcomings and problems with guidance systems for torpedoes. Posing as a demure wife, never speaking, she was always the only woman in the room, but the listened very carefully and learned.

Eventually her outwardly opulent life became an unbearable prison, and she escaped to America. There she restarted her acting career, taking on the name of Hedy Lamarr, in order not to seem Jewish. There was strong antisemitism in Hollywood during the 1930s. She quickly became a movie star.

But that also was not enough for her. In an effort to help the American military with its lacking guidance technology for torpedoes, she and composer George Antheil developed a frequency-hopping communication system intended to help prevent enemy interference with radio-guided torpedoes. Their patented work later became an important precursor to technologies used in modern wireless communications.

The book The Only Woman in the Room is based on Hedy Lamarr’s life, but the author fictionalizes dialogue, private thoughts, motivations, and many scenes, so you should not read it as a literal biography.

Her actual life was even more colorful than is depicted in the book. If you are interested, you can look up her Wikipedia entry here. She was married a whopping six times and divorced every time. She was even arrested several times for (believe it or not) shoplifting. Eventually she passed away at age 85 in Florida in 2000.

Hedy later wrote an autobiography titled Ecstasy and Me ghostwritten by Leo Guild and Cy Rice. Later she disavowed the book and condemned the book’s contents as “fictional, false, vulgar, scandalous, libelous and obscene,” and claimed it was “not her book.”

To supplement your reading, you might also be interested in the Wikipedia entry for Fritz Mandl, who also had a colorful life at the fringes of fascism.

Painting: Yellow Hibiscus

Yellow Hibiscus is the state flower of Hawaii.

This painting was sitting unfinished on my easel for over a year while I went through a slump of no painting. I finished it today.

Yellow Hibiscus, Oil on canvas, 24 x 24

Book Review: The Cuckoo’s Calling – by Robert Galbraith

Cormoran Strike is a private detective in London. He is a former soldier who lost his lower leg in a landmine in Afghanistan. He is deeply in debt. His detective business is faltering. His long-time girlfriend has dumped him and he is sleeping on a cot in his office.

In walks John Bristow, a lawyer with a prestigious law firm in London. His younger sister was a London supermodel who presumably committed suicide a few months earlier by jumping from her apartment on the third floor of a luxury building. John believed it was murder and wanted Cormoran to follow some leads that he provided to that effect. But most importantly, he handed him an envelope with a bundle of cash as a down payment for the services. Cormoran couldn’t pay the rent, so he didn’t have much of a choice.

Even though the police ruled it a suicide, Cormoran quickly finds circumstances that make him think otherwise. In a world of supermodels, big-ego designers, hot-shot lawyers, movie producers and all their entourage, he gets a taste of a world that ordinary citizens like him can only watch in the tabloids. The intrigues mount.

The Cuckoo’s Calling is a whodunnit crime mystery and nothing else. It is meticulously crafted like a crime story has to be. The storytelling is excellent, it keeps the suspense. The protagonist is a likable character.

Robert Galbraith is actually a pseudonym of J. K. Rowling, the author of the famous Harry Potter books. This is her debut mystery story that introduces Detective Cormoran Strike. She wanted this new line of books to stand on its own and not be affected by her fame from Harry Potter. There are currently 8 books in the series, with a planned total of 10. The Cuckoo’s Calling is book 1. 

It’s a very well written story with an intricate plot, obviously by a very experienced author. It is great entertainment. But that’s all. I didn’t learn anything, I just had fun reading. While I am giving this book 2.5 stars, making it a good read, I will not read any more of the Strike series in the interest of time. Too many books, too little time!

If you like crime novels, you’ll like this one and, I can only assume, the rest of the series.