You know how sometimes you read a book jacket and it seems like too good of an idea to be a good book? Like the idea was designed for the jacket, rather than the book? Well, that's why I wouldn't have picked up Kate Thompson's The New Policeman off the library shelf. I mean, When J.J.'s mother says that what she really wants for her birthday is more time in her day, J.J. decides to find her some. The reason why nobody seems to have as much time as they used to? Is because someone is stealing it. And, you know, I'm kinda shrugging at this point and thinking that the book is just bound to be a disappointment.
However, my Best Reader picked it up (possibly not reading the jacket description at all, because she was at the library with a two-year-old and sometimes you just reach out blindly and grab any book that has pages made of paper and hope for the best) and read it, and claimed to enjoy it, so I figured, what the hell, right?
So. I enjoyed it. Lots of good stuff, the celtic-music theme stops just short of being annoying (to YHB, anyway), and all the unnecessarily mysterious stuff about the New Policeman turns out to be OK, after all.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.
I read the title and thought of Flann O’Brien’s The Third Policemen, which is a prime example of Irish, War Era surrealism, but which has nothing at all to do with the subject of your post. Unless I’m wrong. Is it about a bicycle?
peace
Well, and this one is Irish, too, and there’s a bicycle in it, although it’s kind of a minor plot point. So, I’m thinking no. But thanks for playing!
Thanks,
-V.