With the holidays bearing down upon us like a suped-up Epcot monorail piloted by a goose-hungry Tiny Tim, as well as my ever-increasing array of other commitments (including other reviews!), I’ve decided to take a break from regular reviews until next year. That’s only three weeks away, so don’t despair, and don’t feel as if you have to start an online petition or a grassroots Save Bill Ward’s Reviews campaign — although if you’d like to do those things let me know and I’ll send you a press kit and we’ll see if we can’t milk it for all its worth.
Anyway, I will be posting a Best of the Year retrospective in a week or so on the books I have reviewed this year, so now seems like a good time to stop and go back over what I’ve read and take stock. Plus, I think my reviewer batteries need a recharge anyway.
So, regular weekend reviews will resume in January — until then I’m going to go read something I don’t have to take notes on!
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A maniacal Tiny Tim at the controls of an Epcot monorail? Bill, do you have any idea how long it will take me to get that image out of my head? I can even see the little blue-and-white-striped engineer’s cap perched upon his head. Next thing, you’ll be whistling the “It’s a Small World” theme.
Then it isn’t just my imagination that Tiny Tim Cratchit has a sort of scary intensity that makes you want to throw a turkey leg down in front of him and run the other way?
Makes the ukulele guy seem positively normal.
And it just occurred to me, wouldn’t a rogue Tiny Tim in a monorail have fit in perfectly in the Dark Tower series? It would have worked.
Indeed. I always thought the crutch was a ploy. And that “God Bless Us, Everyone!” business? No one is that nice. In fact I always thought the whole Crachit family was suspect. The whole three spirits thing was probably something Bob cooked up to get his hands on Ebenezer’s money. ;D
With Jacob Marley as a silent partner, despite all his rattling. I’m buying it KC — and there’s poor Ebenezer, a hard-working elderly gentlemen getting fleeced of his retirement income. And on Christmas no less!
And while we are talking about seasonal scams; how about that business they pulled on poor George Bailey? An entire town conspiring to convince him that his sad little existence is really a wonderful life.
The holidays seem to bring the deviousness out in people. Look what happened to the Grinch — provocation beyond endurance.