Bobby Clark is just 16 when he drops out of school to follow his big brother, Jim, into the jewelry business. Bobby idolizes Jim and is in awe of Jim's girlfriend, Lisa, the best saleswoman at the Fort Worth Deluxe Diamond Exchange. What follows is the story of a young man's education in two of the oldest human passions, love and money
"Pointless and Mediocre"
"I drink, I hurt myself and the people around me, and then I write." Brett is in Central America, away from her husband, when she begins a love affair with his friend, Eduard. Tragedy and comedy are properly joined at the hip in this loosely autobiographical book about infidelity, drinking, and the postponing of repercussions under the sun. Though coming undone is something we all try to avoid, Martin reminds us that going off the rails is sometimes a part of the ride.
Recently, I was comparing notes on the Republican candidates with a friend of mine who is one of the country’s leading philosophers on deception. We were arguing about who is more dangerous for the American electorate: I argued for Ted Cruz, who Donald Trump had successfully branded as “Lyin’ Ted” in a March 3 debate. The nickname had caught on among Cruz’s enemies; the super PAC New Day for America recently ran an ad in which Cruz’s nose grows Pinocchio-long.
Cruz and Trump are in fact appealing to different segments of the Republican Party and they know it. Trump is the candidate of the disoriented, the confused, the needy; Cruz is the candidate of the dogmatist, the moralist, the doctrinaire. Trump gets the voters who fear and adore, Cruz gets the voters who hate and resent; Trump is all show, Cruz means what he says; Trump wants to be everybody’s boss, Cruz wants to be everybody’s master. Ted Cruz is much, much more dangerous than Donald Trump.