Lupinus Texensis > Recent Status Updates

"I was simply a tired, middle-aged, middle-class man whose curiosity had got the better of him, and who hoped that some answers would help him to sleep"

They don't write books about that, son.

"Found dead. A verdict as useful as a fucking Bible in a Bluegate brothel."

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH BETSY?

Smoker the Terrier for CID.

Trying to cleanse my palate. My palate likes.

I just can't with shitty female characters anymore. Junot Diaz nailed it:

"The one thing about being a dude and writing from a female perspective is that the baseline is, you suck. The baseline is it takes so long for you to work those atrophied muscles—for you to get on parity with what women's representations of men are."

TRY HARDER NOT TO SUCK.

Real talk, Goodreads. Goy funerary practices freak me the fuck out. I know not all non-Jews get embalmed and laid out and visited. But that shit ain't right. It's okay to look dead when you're actually fucking dead. Your body is just a body, and pumping it full of embalming fluid and dressing it up and doing its hair and makeup...it's fucked up. IT'S DEAD. PUT IT IN THE GROUND ALREADY. YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT.

Now I'm offended that Carr is using Elizabeth Cady Stanton for evil.

Keep your fucking hands off Elizabeth Cady Stanton.

All in favor of letting El Niño just kill Clarence Darrow dead?

THEY INJECTED A GSW VICTIM WITH BRANDY? TO GET HER HEART MOVING?

IS THIS OUTLANDER? DID I SWITCH BOOKS AND NOBODY TOLD ME?

FFW through Clarence Darrow's Know-Nothing bullshit.

This trial is anxiety provoking on MANY levels.

1. We're up against Clarence Darrow here. How am I supposed to bet against Clarence Darrow?

2. This separate spheres bullshit myth means nobody realizes women kill all the time.

3. ALL MALE JURY TRYING A WOMAN. Nooooooooo fuckity bye.

Oh shit. I got invested. THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE.

"What is a Clarence Darrow?" (Spoken in my best Violet Grantham.)

"It isn't really possible for men to understand how much the world doesn't want women to be complete people. The most important thing a woman can be, in our society--more important, even, than honest or decent--is identifiable."

Good thing Caleb Carr doesn't pepper his otherwise delightful novels with caricatures of women!

I just LOVE how ALL the supporting characters are men. I had no idea women made up such a small portion of the population in 1897. I wonder where all those men came from.

I feel like Mike the Ferret is the real star of this book.

Definitely more likeable than John.

I'm beginning to think there's literally nobody that this lady wouldn't kill. And, obvs, she's running Goo Goo's gang.

HIS ON SO MUCH COKE HIS NAME IS GOO GOO. OF COURSE SHE'S RUNNING HIS GANG.

If Carr kills off ANOTHER woman to make a dude seem *~deep~*, I am going to lose my goddam mind.

I don't know why Sara hasn't shot them all, including Ding Dong (YES DING DONG). She is a better woman than I.

NANCY DREW WAS HER ONLY FRIEND.

Oh, and, also? I AM SO SURE that a librarian saw you being raped in the stacks and DID NOTHING. Like, she just scooted her little cart along.

Bitch, have you ever MET a librarian?

Even the most hateful librarian would ram that boy with the cart, just to keep him from jumbling the biographies.

I can't stop listening. It keeps getting worse.

The new POV is confirming something I already suspected: John is a jackass. Caleb Carr is doing an EXCELLENT job here.

I will never forgive him for the death in the first book, though.

I may bitch about the FDA, but at least I've never been served "a drink that was a nasty mix of buttered rum, benzene, and cocaine shavings."

I'm not like other women. I don't own a TV. My books are all classics like Thoreau and Dostoevsky. I was smarter than other kids. They were short skirts, I wore t-shirts. They were cheer captains, and I'm on the bleachers.

Oh wait, this is a real book, published by real people, NOT a Taylor Swift song?

"I knew he could take this game and win it by himself if he wanted to. I just needed to get him going! So with about six minutes left in the period I picked a fight...and I made sure I lost. I knew if I could count on one thing it was my brother's sense of loyalty to me...and his temper."

This novel is so Canadian it's giving me feels about hockey.

"This is the Plains: a state of mind, right, some spiritual affliction, like the Blues.”

This book is already bringing up August: Osage County for me, which is a sign of something and I'm afraid to ask myself what exactly.

"...many of Mr. Moore's drinking pals would doubtless still be engaged in the customary activity of that establishment: laying bets on whether or not passing pedestrians, carriages, and carts would be able to successfully avoid grievous collisions with the streetcars what came screaming down Broadway."

One of my favorite historical details from the first book!

Yay! A new POV! I love it when authors mix it up throughout a series. See also: Tana French.

"See, this is why you've ruined everything. Just ask that fellow we found in the wall. For centuries now, a man couldn't find a better place than Gostley Castle to shrivel up and decay. Not anymore. Now there are draperies and dinner parties. It's insupportable."

I just gasped audibly and said "OH SHIT" out loud.

Did not Shmemily Liverpail coming. WELL PLAYED, MS. DARE. WELL PLAYED.