Posts Tagged ‘A Fistful of Collars’

Beginnings

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March 14th, 2021 Posted 8:29 am

On Sunday we do beginnings, taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. How about A Fistful of Collars? The digital edition seems to be on sale for $1.99. That’s less than 2 bucks! This might be a good introduction to the series for some frugal friend. Does this frugal friend like cats? They – and Chet – will meet a cat named Brando in this story. What more could anyone ask?

“Heard you drove another one off a cliff,” said Nixon Panero. He spat a thin brown stream of chewing tobacco into an empty paint can, or maybe not that empty. Yellow paint, the yellow of egg yolks, now with a brown swirl in the middle: there’s all kinds of beauty in life.

“You heard wrong,” said Bernie.

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“There’s All Kinds Of Beauty In Life.”

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November 7th, 2020 Posted 9:22 am

A sentiment that occurs to Chet from time to time, but the first mention of it isn’t until the beginning of book 5, A Fistful Of Collars (but don’t forget the series can be read in any order. In fact, if anyone has started at the most recent, Of Mutts And Men and worked backward like countdown we’d like to hear from you.)

“Heard you drove another one off a cliff,” said Nixon Panero. He spat a thin brown stream of chewing tobacco into an empty paint can, or maybe not that empty. Yellow paint, the yellow of egg yolks, now with a brown swirl in the middle: there’s all kinds of beauty in life.

 

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Memorial Day: We Remember

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May 25th, 2020 Posted 8:40 am

He came around from behind the cash register and rolled toward us in his wheelchair real fast, long hair lifting off his shoulders in the breeze. Vin was another old Army pal of Bernie’s, had a massive upper body and below that a lower body easily covered by a small blanket. They shook hands, Bernie’s hand, which normally looked so big, lost in Vin’s. “What’s doin’?” Vin said, reaching into his pocket and tossing a biscuit my way. I was ready, caught it in midair.

(from A Fistful of Collars)

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Beginnings

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January 26th, 2020 Posted 8:29 am

On Sunday we do beginnings, taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. Politics seems to be in the air these days, so how about A Fistful of Collars, a Chet and Bernie mystery where some political shenanigans are going on?

“Heard you drove another one off a cliff,” said Nixon Panero. He spat a thin brown stream of chewing tobacco into an empty paint can, or maybe not that empty. Yellow paint, the yellow of egg yolks, now with a brown swirl in the middle: there’s all kinds of beauty in life.

“You heard wrong,” said Bernie.

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