30, WG27, M19, E30, / NG3, F11, MF0, B2, D0, Frz0, C0, NA1

John D. MacDonald, Darker than Amber

Irgendwie ist es wohl so, dass dieser Band immer mein Lieblingsband der Travis-McGee-Serie sein wird. Es war das erste Buch, das ich von der Serie las und seitdem ist es auch jedesmal das erste Buch, das ich mir vornehme, wenn ich ein paar Bücher daraus wiederlesen will. Vielleicht weil es so ein guter Einstiegsband ist - Meyer vor allem kommt hier zum ersten Mal voll in Einsatz - oder weil er so genial anfängt (der erste Satz wird immer einer meiner Lieblings-Erste-Sätze bleiben) - oder weil hier niemand stirbt, der Travis nahesteht, oder oder oder.
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And then one morning I went beach-walking at three o'clock and looked up just in time to see one hell of a shooting star. It really whipped across there, fast, hot and bright. I admired it. An old chunk of iron, after noodling around out there for half a billion years, had come in hot and fast at eight miles a second, and had gladdened the mind of a dreary pygmy on a starlit beach.
Suddenly I felt disgusted with myself. What the hell was the use of taking my retirement in segments whenever I could afford one if I was going to slop around and groan and finger the sad textures of my immortal soul? As opposed to the psychotic, the neurotic knows two and two make four, but he can't stand it. I admired the patience of my friends for putting up with me the last few weeks. Vidge had soured me a little, and Vangie had dropped off the bridge and accelerated the process, and then I had really put the lid on it by trapping that dumb empty punchboard into a life sentence.
Why be gloomy because the woman supply had run bad for a time? If there was any truth in averages, it had to start getting good. But it certainly wasn't going to improve if I kept spooking around like a wounded violinist. The world was good and it had been one hell of a shooting star.
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(John D. MacDonald, Darker than Amber, 1966)