I just got finished reading a Doc Ford novel (Randy Wayne White Black Widow) which is a series about a biologist ex-secret operative who I really, really like (maybe am sort of crushed on) even if he, well, likes to kill people (they are bad people usually). And even though sometimes the plots get on my nerves RWW has some great lines and he always includes some marine biology stuff so I love that. In this book, when Doc Ford is rescued by some other ex-secret operative type guy who is an old Englishman from the ‘cave’ which is the basement of some crazed hermaphrodite that runs a health spa on St. Lucia for super rich people and drugs them with MDA and then films them having sex with locals and then blackmails them (yes you read that right, see what I mean about the plots), the Englishman brings him a change of clothes telling him that it isn’t acceptable everywhere to be wearing cut off khaki shorts and no shirt after 7. This totally made me realize that exactly what I want is to be living in a marina in Florida in a stilt house pretending I’m a biologist and hanging out with people that wear cut off khaki shorts and no shirt all the time. I really like the Florida Keys, too.
April 20, 2009...6:02 pm
why i love fiction
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