White Sugar, Brown Sugar by E.G. Tripp My rating: 3 of 5 stars Summary: White Sugar, Brown Sugar is a novel set in Daytona Beach, Florida. An upper middle-class white boy from the peninsula, or beach-side, of the Inland Waterway, and a black boy of lesser means, who lives west of the railroad tracks, where Blacks (who were called Negroes and other names at the time) were required to live, become good friends, in spite of the racial separation in effect in the 60’s in the south. David “Jude” Armstrong and Roosevelt Harris meet at a basin of a yacht club. Jude, the white boy, fishes from the docks, where […]
Yearly Archives: 2013
I think what bothers me the most is what bothers me about a lot of books, especially romances– they’re like fantasies and wet dreams. Rich beautiful people and their problems. Little to no conflict, I don’t care or feel any particular emotion for them. I’m following along like a soap opera and not involved like a well written drama.
Who needs sleep anyway?
As usual, Cleave provides vivid imagery, believable and realistic characters and a story line that moves so quickly, you have to read without blinking, for fear you’ll miss something.
I’m horrible at following my own advice. I think we all are, but I really am, to the point where I don’t know why people ask my opinion on things. I can’t seem to follow the good advice I give to people, and when I do, it’s mostly for self preservation. Not because it happens to be really good advice.
I think, over time, I have made the (not so difficult) decision to let my unfinished novel go. I won’t delete it, but I’m not making it past what I’ve written so far. The inability to finish this work is eating away at my confidence as a writer. It’s making me second guess my talent and wonder if I am, indeed a writer. Maybe I am a writer but not a novelist? A writer but not an author? At any rate, I am tired of thinking about how I have to dig that thing out and keep pounding away on it. I am ready to think about something new. Whatever […]
I refuse to be done telling stories.
This isn’t an instructional post. It’s a question. It’s a question that I’ve been asking myself for months now. It’s a question that I don’t have an answer to.
I find Cleave’s representation of Cole is so complex. He wants to made out as a monster, but he’s not a sick freak. He’s killed 4 people and kidnapped a doctor and his three daughters, but he’s angry that the press wonders if he’s molested the three little girls he’s kidnapped. I alternately empathize with and detest Caleb Cole. In my heart of hearts I feel his pain, but I also feel frusration that he doesn’t listen to reason. He’s made up his mind. The most dangerous folks are those that have nothing to lose.
I often wonder what happens in the mind of a writer of grisly tales of evil, abuse, hate, mental illness, cavalier responses to torture and murder. I admit now that I don’t really want to know. I just want Paul Cleave to keep it coming.