Latest Update 19 June 2006 by Bob Ames
| Hardcover Edition | |||||||
| Published by: | G. P. Putnam's Sons | ||||||
| Publication Date: | 1992 | ||||||
| ISBN: | 0-399-13754-8 | ||||||
| Paperback Edition | |||||||
| Published by:: | Berkley | ||||||
| ISBN | 0-425-13793-7 | ||||||
| Large Print Edition | |||||||
| Published by | G.K. Hall | ||||||
| ISBN | 0-816-15596-8 | ||||||
| Audio Edition | |||||||
| Published by: | Sterling Audio | Dove Audio | www.Audible.com | ||||
| Read By: | William Roberts | David Dukes | David Dukes | ||||
| Length | 4 cassettes, 232 min. | 4 cassettes, 300 min. | audio file, 5 hr. | ||||
"For Karen Panasevich, who taught me about youth gangs, and about commitment. And for my wife and sons, who have taught me about everything else that matters."
Taken from the jacket of the hardcover edition.
"Spenser returns in an unflinching, rapid-fire tale of urban life--and death--on Boston's mean streets.
Double Deuce finds Spenser forced by loyalty into an alien world, where violence is a way of life and outsiders enter at a lethal risk. When Spenser's cohort, Hawk, is hired by the tenants of a gang-plagued Boston housing project known as Double Deuce, he enlists his friend's aid. A teenaged girl and her infant daughter have been gunned down. Although the act at first appears to have been an accidental drive-by shooting, it's soon revealed as premeditated murder.
Before they can solve the crime and see the perpetrator brought to justice, Spenser and Hawk must first take on an adolescent band of hardened urban warriors, led by a proud and lethal force of nature called Major Johnson. As bullets fly and the brutality escalates, Spenser learns more than he ever dreamed about a generation imprisoned in a hell of poverty and hopelessness--where muscle us the ticket to survival, and the surest way out is in a body bag.
Pulsing with raw power and moral complexity, Double Deuce is the kind of no-holds-barred action thriller only Robert B. Parker can create."
Source: William Faulkner's Nobel Address in which he said: "I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_March_of_Democracy"The March of Democracy (ASIN: B0006AOBNQ) is a two-volume book by James Truslow Adams, published in 1932 and 1933, chronicling the history of the United States of America. Its full name is The March of Democracy,: A History of the United States. It was published by C. Scribner's Sons. The first volume covers America from discovery to settlement in 1860, the second volume reviews the American Civil War and the industrial revolution's impact on the structure of the country.
Big Bird, a Muppet character on the children's television series Sesame Street, owns a copy of the work. This is meant completely as a hidden visual joke, as Big Bird's character is meant to be only 6-years-old, and relatively naive.
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The concept goes back to Aristotle, who in the fourth book of Physics (c. 350 BCE) carefully explained why a "void" is not possible. By the middle ages it was being referred to as "horror vacui." In 1638 Evangelista Torricelli inverted a tube filled with mercury into a pool of the same. The level fell a certain distance then stopped. He reasoned that it was not the "abhorrence of a vacuum" that was keeping the rest from falling, but was instead the weight of the atmosphere pushing down on the surface of the pool.
Good call, Jeff, and thanks for giving me a reason to pull that baby off the shelf and read it yet again.
Glenn Everett supplies the text of the poem:
"'next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn's early my
country 'tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beau-
tiful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?'
He spoke. And rapidly drank a glass of water"
That's particularly appropriate when you consider that Spenser used the "drank rapidly" quote in response to some political blather by Sam Albanese, a blatant publicity hound.
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
This is particularly appropriate, since Spenser is trying to look at the gang kids as both inhuman predators and teenage humans at the same time, hence the "behold the nothing that is not there and the nothing that is" bit. I also put this in Poetry
"John Marsh. Democrat in a Republican administration and longest serving Secretary for the Army, 1981 - 1989, during the Iran-Contra affair but appears not to have had much involvement. Tony Marcus asks who he is and so do most of us, too. See On-line The Political Graveyard. 'Nuff said."
J.A.P.
Jewish American Princess; a bitchy, spoiled, gold-digging Jewish female; Raised in a wealthy household, selfish, high-maintenance to the point of sheer insanity, stuck-up, the worst woman to date/marry on planet earth, yet deemed the most desirable by Jewish mothers, who attempt to force them down the throats of their unsuspecting sons (all for the sake of preserving "Jewish Heritage.")
A Female who collects designer fashion items and status symbols (including men).
Bane to the existence of dating men. The key to an unhappy relationship for the rest of your life. Large breasted, outwardly attractive, internally spoiled, greedy, complicated, self-righteous, and obnoxiously difficult and overbearing Jewish female.
"Nothing wrong with that" is Susan's reply.
Like I said, it was a short list. A lot of Irish whiskey and vodka martinis were drunk, however...
"'There some rules you probably didn't know about, 'cause nobody told you. So we come to tell you.'
Hawk paused and let his eyes pass along the assembled gang. He looked at each one carefully, making eye contact.
'Satan,' he said, 'you care to, ah, promulgate the first rule?'
'As I understand it,' I said. I was still watching behind us. 'The first rule is, don't sit on Hawk's car.'
Hawk smiled widely. 'Just so,' he said."
"Hawk shook his head. He smiled. Uncle Hawk. In a moment he'd be telling them Br'er Rabbit stories."
"Susan and I were walking Pearl along the Charles River on one of those retractable leashes which gave her the same illusion of freedom we all have..."
"'You don't meet that many shrinks that giggle,' I said.
'Or have reason to,' Susan said as her giggling became sporadic. 'What's for dessert?'
'I could tear your clothes off and force myself upon you,' I said.
'We had that last night,' Susan said. 'Why can't we have desserts like other people--you know, Jell-O Pudding, maybe some Yankee Doodles?'
'You wouldn't say that if I was as stunning as Hawk,' I said."
"'I don't know no better, you understand. I is an under privileged ghet-to youth.'
'Mostly you are an asshole,' Hawk said. He was looking at Major now. His voice had no emotion in it, just the usual pleasant inflection.
'Not a good idea to dis me, Fro,' Major said. 'You in my crib now.'
'Not anymore,' Hawk said. 'Belongs to me.'
...
Hawk watched him until he was out of sight.
'I'm not sure it was fatherly to call him an asshole,' I said.
'Honest, though,' Hawk said."
"She [Erin Maklin] leaned back a little in her chair and crossed her legs, and automatically smothered her skirts over her knees. I liked her legs. I wondered for a moment if there would ever be an occasion, no matter how serious, no matter who the woman, when I would not make a quick evaluation when a woman crossed her legs. I concluded that there would never be such an occasion, and also that is was a fact best kept to myself."
"Her voice had a soft husky quality that made you think of perfume and silk lingerie. At least it made me think of that, but Susan had once suggested that almost everything did.
'Her voice make you think of perfume and silk lingerie?' I said to Hawk.
Hawk shook his head.
'Money,' he said.
'Everything makes you think of that,' I said."
"'This isn't the time,' Albanese said. 'But we don't appreciate a couple of hired thugs trying to do our job for us. It's vigilante-ism.'
- 'Actually,' I said, 'vigilante-ism would be if the residents banded together to do your job for you. This is more like consulting-ism, I think.'
'We the Arthur D. Little,' Hawk said, 'of hired thugdom.'"
"'Just what is the issue with your black friend,' Marge said. 'We're out here trying to do a story that should help his people, and frankly, he seems to have a real attitude.'
'Hawk?' I said. 'An attitude?'
'Oh, come now, don't be coy, Mr. Spenser. What is his problem?'
'Why not consult with him?' I said.
'Well, I don't know where to find him, and in truth I'm more comfortable talking to you.'
'Is it because I'm so cuddlesome?' I said.
She smiled the smile that launched a thousand commercials.
'Well, that's certainly part of it,' she said.
'And I'm not a surly nigger,' I said. 'That's probably appealing too.'
'There's no need to be coarse,' Marge Eagen said. 'The stations are really behind this. We believe in the project. We care.'
'Hawk probably thinks you are a self-important ninny who is looking for television ratings and using the problems of the ghetto to that end. Hawk probably thinks that your coverage will do no good, and will make people think it's doing good, thus making things, if possible, worse.'
Marge Eagen's face got red.
'You arrogant fucking prick,' she said.
'Everyone says that,' I said.
She stood, and turned, angrily shrugging her coat back on.
'Of course maybe he just doesn't like having his picture taken,' I said. 'With Hawk you never know.'
She didn't answer. Without looking back she stalked out my door and slammed it shut behind her.
No business like show business."
"'You notice,' I said to Susan, 'that the Kingfish accent seems to go away when he talks to Jackie?'
Susan smiled, which is something to see.
'Yes,' she said, 'but I am far too delicate to mention it.'
'That is mostly for you honkies,' Hawk said in a kind of David Niven accent, 'so as not to confound your expectations.'"
"'How 'bout detecting?'
- 'I'm seeing a lot of the ghetto.'
Hawk nodded.
- 'Nobody has confessed.'
'Only a matter of time,' Hawk said. 'Nothing folks in the ghetto want to do more than to find some big honkie and confess to him. Been wanting to myself.'
- 'I don't want to hear it,' I said. 'It would take too long.'"
"Erin got back in the car. 'Want a cheeseburger?' she said.
- 'Too far from medical help,' I said."
"Hawk popped the trunk and we each grabbed a shotgun. As we moved toward the back of the building each of us pumped a shell into the chamber at the same time.
- 'We could set this to music,' I said."
"'We figured out exactly what we're doing?' I said.
- I had on a blue sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off, and jeans, and white leather New Balance gum shoes. I wore a 9mm pistol in a brown leather holster on my right hip, and a pair of drop-dead Ray Ban sunglasses.
'Thinking 'bout making a citizen's arrest,' Hawk said. He was wearing Asics Tiger gels, and a black satin-finish Adidas warm-up suit with red trim. The jacket was half zipped, and the butt of something that appeared to be an antitank gun shoved under his left arm."
"Quirk held Billy's right arm at an awkward angle with his left hand and reached around and took the Browning off Billy's hip. It was stainless, with a walnut handle.
'Nice piece. Don't you have one like it?'
...
'Mine's only got the black finish,' I said, 'and a black plastic handle. Got a nice white dot on the front sight, though.'"
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