The Sunday Post, Issue #284
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The Editorial
I found myself reluctantly dragging my weary frame through a smattering of local flea markets and antique shops—an endeavor that felt akin to wading through molasses. But let’s be honest: when you’re a book lover, such quests are hardly optional. The siren call of dusty tomes and forgotten stories lures you in, doesn't it? Amidst the eccentric bric-a-brac, I managed to unearth a couple of treasures worth celebrating: "Cheyenne and the Lost Gold of Lion Park" (1958) by Steve Frazee and "Bat Masterson" (1960) by Wayne C. Lee. Both are hardbound tie-in editions from the long-lost heyday of television. While the original shows were tailored for adults, these books are decidedly more middle-grade—with a delightful sprinkle of illustrations to soothe the soul.
I also scooped up a handful of western titles—nothing earth-shattering, mind you. Just some comforting, yet predictable reads like Louis L'Amour's staples, Creek Mary's Blood by Dee Brown, Sundance: Silent Enemy by John Benteen, Chance McGraw by Mary Louise Manning, and Free Flows the River by Earl Murray. And because variety is the spice of life, I tossed in a couple of non-westernateers: Clive Cussler’s The Oracle and two James Bond excursions, Cold Fall by John Gardner and Zero Minus Ten by Raymond Benson.
Speaking of nostalgia, do you recall the Franklin Library books that you could receive monthly in your mailbox? Ah, the good old days—like the 1970s through the early 2000s—when technology wasn’t yet a monster trying to swallow us whole. Well, it turns out Hamilton Books discovered a stash of these literary gems, possibly excavated from a warehouse shadowed in dust and mystery. Eagerly, I ordered Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, who is steadily climbing the ranks to become one of my favorite authors. To my delight, it arrived yesterday, nestled in its original Franklin Library cardboard box from 1987, as if time had stood still. The book was still wrapped in that crisp packaging, a whisper of nostalgia. It’s a stunning edition, and while Hamilton Books might not boast a lengthy selection, I wholeheartedly recommend browsing it; you might just find the perfect gift for the book lover in your life. The holidays are looming, and trust me, these books are treasures worthy of wrapping.
On the Reading Block
Nothing is set in stone—or at least not yet—but I'm determined to read Star Trek: Strange New Worlds: Ring of Fire by David Mack and have my thoughts penned down by Tuesday’s end. Following that, I’ll set my sights on Nancy Bush’s The Psychic and aim for a review on Thursday. Naturally, I have my "31 Reads of Terror" reviews queued up, each one creeping into your consciousness like a well-placed jump scare. Oh, and don’t forget, I'll sprinkle in a "Midnight Horror" movie review here and there. Keep your eyes peeled; there might be a surprise review lurking in the shadows!
Fresh Off the Press
Last week was a whirlwind of written word glory, too much to itemize fully, so let’s spotlight a few highlights. In the world of books: Molly and the Indian Agent, The Bog Wife, and Born Lucky. And for those cinematic ventures: Downton Abbey: The Grand Finale, Kiss of the Damned, and Amityville: Mt. Misery Road—the titles alone are enough to tickle your curiosity, if not your spine.
Some Final Thoughts
Oh, if only I could afford a vacation from the relentless monotony of life! Perhaps a one-way ticket to a library on Mars, assuming they’d let me in. One minute… wait a tick… aren’t we supposed to be on Mars already? I relish those moments when the real world plays catch-up with science fiction. Perhaps one day, amidst the dusty shelves of a Martian library, I’ll finally find the solace I seek. For now, though, I'll settle for my pile of eclectic reads.
〜B.J. Burgess
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