The Case Of The Orphaned Bassoonists - Plot & Excerpts
Tourists don’t seem to find it particularly enchanting, or to find it at all, for that matter. Since I was early, I took a seat at an outdoor café and pulled out Lovers and Virgins, but my mind wandered. This morning I’d been completely engrossed. But I had passed into self-disgust and disbelief. I used to feel the same about the gossip of my older sisters. They’d come in breathy on Saturday nights, full of stories of girls behaving with unvirtuous abandon (not them!) in the back seats of parked cars, and I’d listen avidly before suddenly experiencing remorse. How could I even think of giving this potboiler a positive review, much less translating it into English? English had enough crappy historical romance novels; we didn’t need another one from Venezuela. I thought longingly of Bashō in Lima. The unnamed narrator wrote me a poem: Down narrow streets I search— Have you abandoned me forever? I had a cappuccino and forced myself to read on. The sooner I finished this novel and gave it a scathing critique, the sooner I could get on to the other books in the stack.
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