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Entertainment:

I am reading a mystery novel which won a top prize (apparently there are several prizes for mystery novels. Why so is a real mystery to me. Why not a single prize. Same thing happens in serious fiction prize category. There are at least 4 prizes that I know of. But I am digressing). As mystery novel goes, this one starts real slow (or should I say, really slowly, to be grammatically correct? I swear that's how Americans are talking nowadays), but it picks up speed by the time Chapter Four arrives in town, and it starts going on all cylinders rollickingly and hilariously. I find myself smiling and chuckling almost every few minutes. The prose is clear, crisp, sparkling, and full of memorable one-liners. I am having a helluva good time. Life is good. And I am glad I know how to read. Let me tell you something. Reading this novel gives me much more pleasure than looking at nude photos of minority women in Vietnam taking a bath in some stream or of Caucasian women and men riding bicycles without any clothes on or even viewing some porno movie. The novel makes me feel vicariously clever while the sex-related materials make me feel like a retarded, socially awkward adolescent and somewhat cheap.