Changing the blog as I finish Proust

I think this will become my reading blog, as I finish Proust. With that said, I have a comment on the books I have been plowing through - to improve my writing and to enjoy at work. I have been reading Robert B. Parker and Dick Francis, along with a few other things. I have been reading electronic copies of Parker, and used paperbacks of Francis. Other than the obvious, that I personally enjoy reading on the computer over a book format, I have found the cut-off point that delineates Parker's writing. He, Parker, reached a certain point when his writing and plotting did change. Though there are still a few good books sprinkled amidst the remaining Spenser novels, after 1985, and the book _A Catskill Eagle_, his writing took on a much simpler tone, dialogue driven, and much more written to a developing format that would be often repeated (sometimes ad nauseum). Here is a list, courtesy of the fine Mystery genre website stop, you're killing me of the titles in the Spenser series up to the cut-off point:

The Godwulf Manuscript (1973)

God Save the Child (1974)

Mortal Stakes (1975)

Promised Land (1976)
1977 Edgar Award for Best Mystery

The Judas Goat (1978)

Looking for Rachel Wallace (1980)

Early Autumn (1981)
Finalist 1982 Shamus Award for Best Novel

A Savage Place (1981)

Ceremony (1982)
Finalist 1983 Shamus Award for Best Novel

The Widening Gyre (1983)
Finalist 1984 Shamus Award for Best Novel

Valediction (1984)

A Catskill Eagle (1985)
Finalist 1986 Shamus Award for Best Novel

I have just finished _Valediction_ and hope to download _A Catskill Eagle_ today. I will continue to explore the books, but I doubt I will download many more beyond this point.

Slow and slower

To be brief I am having trouble finishing. I have only read a few pages since my last post and I have been off on a reading tear with other things that are directed toward learning to write, in particular learning to write dialogue between characters. I still can't get over how many times, in the modern 20th or 21st century novel (genre based albeit) you need to write "he said" or "she said" - such a burden compared to Proust.

I still have not found anything better than Melville to compare to Proust, not Dickens, or Dostoevsky, or Turgenev, or Tolstoy. I keep searching and have not found anything as readable or as ironic.

Proust is really ripping the cover off of the plot now and giving us the complete and unalterable truth, this is the true heart of this book - this is the true and unforgiving expose of what is happening all comments about the actual plot aside this is Proust's real effort; to show us how we remember and what memory does to thought and what thought does to time. Quotes to follow to support this opinion.