Criminal Comprehension

The SDYD as an entirely selfish endeavor

I loathe reading this month’s book club selection.

You know how people have a lot of feelings for the Sopranos movie? How there are a lot of articles and opinions and conversations on all that? Re-watchings and tweets and the like?

Oh, and like Breaking Bad? And Game of Thrones and all that?

Will there be more seasons or additional flicks? Reunions and whatnot?

Those shows are not my personal bag. I have generalized cultural familiarity but little more than that. I do have serialized predilections of my own — like not “my own” but rather more to my palate, my paperback — mass market palate, that is.

For instance, there is this one particular serialized mystery series with volumes in the high fifties, started in the eighties and still going strong. It is a bit of science fiction, soft serve eroticism, heavy on the police procedural, conspiracy hinting, with a “strong female lead”, and each pithy chapter ending with just enough of a cliff hanger to have you looking at the clock and thinking — just one more. So, yeah, like I relate to the happy obsessions and feeling like, yes you “should” be getting on to something else rather than ‘tuning in’ yet again. Just because my addiction is in book form does not make it…