Crooked

Since I read Voltaire until I got “Crooked: a tone reverberating in the spectrum of discernment” as a birthday present from my husband, I had not seen on print naked sincerity clad in irony. Those phonies in high posts and the fools willing to fight and to kill for no good reason are wretchedly funny. Most of the characters in the book are very authentic and thus crooked. No religious chills ran down my spine when the Book of Genesis was probed either. To me, however, one question remained unanswered: if President George Brutus is the fourteenth apostle, who was the thirteenth?

I enjoyed this thriller romance. When I was reading Crooked, I dreamed of being Marilyn Kaczynski. What a trip! From Florida, she goes into space and lands in Belarus. Then she flees to Switzerland, Italy and Spain. Everything’s so vivid in Florence. The heroine’s loving father is a cardinal and she finds a guy who respects and adores her. Life doesn’t get much better than that for a woman these days.

I loved the book regardless of (or what the heck, perhaps because of) the sexy scenes. I was never so near the Florentine artists before in my life: Dante, Michelangelo, Lippi and Brunelleschi are so graspable.

For a while now, I’ve been prepared to celebrate the success of a bright lady. This work is not only a great piece of literature but also a tribute to women. Thank you, darling.


Luz