PDF ß The Scarlet Ruse Ä John D. MacDonald
The Scarlet RuseUm's heart Only it's not McGee's heart that's in danger Because a syndicate killer has put a contract on McGee A killer who knows something about stamps and even about McGee Engaging fun summer read Meyer the hairy economist philosopher has an old friend that is the friend is an old man who manages fancy stamp collections An big book of expensive rare stamps being managed for a mob guy has been mysteriously replaced with a big book of worthless stamps Trav takes the case hooks up with an interesting chick and figures it all out It was written in '73 and I am sad at how far it seems we haven't comeMeyer made one of his surveys of the elderly couple in the Fort Lauderdale area the ones being sueezed between the cost of living and their Social Security They were very bitter about it They were very accusatory about it Amurrica should give them the financial dignity they had earned Meyer's analysis of the true cause of their dissatisfactionall too many of them were screwed by consumer advertising Spend spend spend Live for today So they lived out their lives up to their glottis in time payments They blew it all on boats and trailers and outboard motors binoculars and hunting rifles and department store high fashion They lived life to the hilt as the ads suggest Not to the hilt of pleasure but to the hilt of spending Now their anger is directed outward at society because they don't dare look back and think how pathetically vulnerable they were how many thousands they blew on toys that broke before they were paid for and how many thousands on the interest charges to buy those toys They don't know who screwed them They did what everybody else was doing Over 30 years later and we still don't get it Combined with this bit I can completely relate to Trav's mood Suddenly I felt bleak oddly depressed It took a moment to realize that one of Meyer's recent lectures on international standards of living was all too well remembered'so divide everything into two hundred million eual parts Everything in this country that is fabricated Steel mills speedboats cross country power lines scalpels watch bands fish rods ski poles plywood storage batteries everything Break it down into basic raw materials and then compute the power reuirements and the fossil fuels needed to make everybody's share in this country Know what happens if you apply that formula to all the peoples of all other other nations of the world?'You come up against a bleak fact Travis There is not enough material on and in the planet to ever give them what we're used to'
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PDF Ã BOOK The Scarlet Ruse ↠ HORTICULTURETRADER Ü ❰PDF / Epub❯ ✅ The Scarlet Ruse Author John D. MacDonald – Horticulturetrader.co.uk Travis McGee is too busy with his houseboat to pay attention to the little old man with the missing postage stamps Except these are no ordinary stamps They are rTravis McGee is too busy with his houseboat to pay attention to the little old man with the missing postage stamps Except these are no ordinary stamps They are rare stamps F Thanks to this one and Lawrence Block’s Keller series I know about philately then I ever thought I wouldTravis McGee is coming off of one of his periodic retirements and looking for a new salvage gig in which he’ll try to recover items that people were scammed out of for half their value His client this time is a stamp dealer named Hirsh who puts together collections for people looking to use them as investments Hirsh had been working with Frank Sprenger who is well connected to the kind of people you don’t want to double cross lest you find yourself sharing an oil drum with Jimmy HoffaUnfortunately the dealer got a look at the collection he’s been buying for Sprenger during his last transaction and someone swapped the rare stamps for junk despite the display book being kept in a locked safe deposit box that reuires that both of them access it together Their agreement leaves Hirsh on the hook to reimburse Frank and since this would bankrupt him he’s desperately trying to learn how it was done and who was responsible before Frank figures out that something is wrong Suspects include Hirsh’s two assistants and it also seems possible that Frank could have been running some elaborate con to get the stamps as well as clean Hirsh outTravis also has other things on his mind since the Lauderdale city council has just passed a measure designed to make living on a house boat illegal so he has to decide whether he’ll become a landlubber or move his beloved Busted Flush to a new permanent berth Since this is a Travis McGee book we’re talking about there also has to be a lady for him to romance and his latest victim candidate is Hirsh’s assistant Mary AliceI was having a fun time with this one through the first half of it as Travis tried to figure out how the stamps could have been switched as well as checking into Sprenger’s background As always half of what I like is McGee’s inner monologues about various aspects of the modern life of his time Since the series was well into the 1970s by then the sexism was toned down to a tolerable level then many of the previous installmentsBut things go downhill in a hurry once the book shifts to the romance with Mary Alice and McGee seems to develop a terminal case of the stupids view spoiler For being a guy who lives by his wits and much has been made about his instincts for reading people Travis comes across as a complete dumb ass in this one He somehow falls for Mary Alice despite her being a sociopath and he completely misreads what’s going on with Sprenger MacDonald does a decent job of dropping some hints about Mary Alice’s true nature along the way but once the realization is made any hint of subtly or pretense is gone She’s seems stupid and obvious after this point so it makes McGee seem incredibly gullible for not picking up on it sooner hide spoiler
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Our hundred thousand dollars worth of rare And if McGee doesn't recognize their value perhaps Mary Alice McDermit does a six foot knockout who knows all the ways to a boat b 5 Stars ExcellentA very good Travis McGee Great pacing good tension clever plot Perhaps ranting from MacDonald about how we are screwing up the planet but remember this was written in 1971 almost prescient for that time Worth reading even the rants As usual with my reviews please first read the publisher’s blurbsummary of the book Thank you 25% Excellent so far67% At 2 3 places I feel MacDonald stretches the plot's credibility too far Travis' and Mary Alice's behaviours get dragged along 80% plot only apparently stretched Awesome A McGee puzzle test to understand which pieces of the puzzle fit and which don't MarvellousGreat climaxSprenger's243 Winchester Special Full size image here Lots of very very good uotesFrom the famous extraordinary Carlos Castaneda at least books 1 4 I have learned that the countless paths that one traverses in one's life are all eual Oppressors and oppressed meet at the end and the only thing that prevails is that life was altogether too short for both Don Juan as uoted by Castaneda We looked at each other The blue eyes seemed to get bigger just big enough to let me in I had the feeling I was reaching down into that blueness to where something had gone click startling both of us I heard her breath catch and then she took a deep deep breath looking away as she did so breaking the unexpected contact My best guess was that the girl was on the edge of leaving for good And in some city as yet unknown she would be studied with great care by experts And if they were to decide it was merchandise worth salvage she might indeed be beaten into total submission cleaned up dressed up trained and marketed for a few years The merchandising experts cruise the bus terminals and they watch the downtown streets for young girls carrying suitcases or packs Impersonal appraisal No uggos no fatties no gimps no rich kids nothing too too young Julio nearly fell in while freeing my lines because he couldn't take his eyes off Mary Alice He radiated a Worshipful approval She had about seven inches and thirty five pounds on him and he was doubtless imagining walking her through his neighborhood on Sunday morning dressed in their best as if Snow White had finally made up her mind and decided on one of the dwarfsRemember this is from MacDonald writing in 1971 so divide everything into two hundred million eual parts Everything in this country that is fabricated Steel mills speedboats cross country power lines scalpels watch bands fish rods ski poles plywood storage batteries everything Break it down into basic raw materials and then compute the power reuirements and the fossil fuels needed to make everybody's share in this country Know what happens if you apply that formula to all the peoples of all the other nations of the world? You come up against a bleak fact Travis There is not enough material on and in the planet to ever give them what we're used to The emerging nations are not going to emerge not into our pattern at least Not ever We've hogged it all Technology won't come up with a way to crowd the Yangtze River with Muceuitas And so they want theirs now just like ours God help them And what is the only thing we can say? 'Sorry You're a little too late We used it all up all except what we need to keep our toys in repair and running and to replace them when they wear out Sorry but that's the way it is‘ What comes after that? Barbarism an interregnum a new dark ages and another start a thousand years from now with a few million people on the planet? Our myth has been that our standard of living would become available to all the peoples of the world Myths wear thin We have a visceral appreciation of the truth That truth which we don't dare announce to the world is what gives us the guilt and the shame and the despair Nobody in the world will ever live as well materially as we once did And now as our materialism begins to sicken us it is precisely what the emerging nations want for themselves And can never have Brazil might manage it But no one else I set the alarm Meyer had given the watch to me because it amused him It does not make a sound At the specified time a semi sharp little metal nub starts popping out of a little hole in the underside of it stabbing you in the wrist I went outside got on my heading and put it on pilot She did not want a beer She did not want a drink She did not want any conversation thanks So I took a beer back and sat on the engine hatch as we roared through the calm sea tipping and lifting a little in the swell that was just beginning to build She stood up and leaned her folded arms on the top of the windshield staring ahead for a long time standing hipshot with ankles crossed The light of the dying day was gold and orange The shore was turning blue gray the sea to indigo A time when I am totally fit and I have just come wading through one of the fringes of hell have been stressed right to my breaking point have expected to be whisked out of life but was not I am out of it and if there is any pain it is too dwindled to notice I am in some warm place where the air and sea are bright There are chores to do when I feel like it but nothing urgent I am in some remote place where no one can find me and bother me There is good music when and if I want it There is a drink I have not yet tasted There is a scent of some good thing a cooking slowly There is a lovely laughing lady close enough to touch and there are no tensions between us except the ones which come from need There is no need to know the day the month or the year We will stay until it is time to go and we will not know when that time will come until we wake up one day and it is upon us Meyer expounds to Travis He said Interesting analogy about the jigsaw with suare pieces and nonobjective art So you put them together in a way I suppose that pleases you and so you call it the only logical arrangement MvGee That‘s what I seem to be doing Meyer It is also an analogy for a madman's view of reality No rules restrict his assemblage because they're all suare pieces So he makes a pattern that pleases him and then he tries to impose it on the world and they lock him up He had enough trouble in the form of a wide wife with a voice like a bearing about to go He worked on the boat all weeklong with her telling him how to do what he was already doing On Sundays they took a picnic cruise of three hours and you could hear that voice of hers all the way out to the channel telling him to watch out for the things he was already watching out for Yes indeed I would have truly enjoyed showing her the islands How the big aluminum plant and the oil refinery of Amerada Hess blacken the stinking skies over St Croix Maybe she'd like the San Juan Guayama and Ybucoa areas of Puerto Rico where Commonwealth Oil Union Carbide Phillips Petroleum and Sun Oil have created another new industrial wasteland where the toxic wastes have killed the vegetation where hot oil effluents are discharged into the sea and flow westward along the shoreline in a black roiling stench killing all sea life She might be impressed were Ito cruise into Tallabea Bay and describe to her the one and a half billion tons of untreated wastes from Commonwealth Union Carbide which put a two foot coat on the bottom of the bay Or we could take a tour up into the mountains to watch how the trade winds carry the bourbon colored stink of petrochemical stacks through the passes all the way to Mayaguez ninety miles from the refineries While in the hills we could check and see if Kennecott Copper and American Metal Climax have started to strip mine the seven suare green tropic miles of high land which they covet I am apart Always I have seen around me all the games and parades of life and have always envied the players and the marchers I watch the cards they play and feel in my belly the hollowness as the big drums go by and I smile and shrug and say Who needs games? Who wants parades The world seems to be masses of smiling people who hug each other and sway back and forth in front of a fire and sing old songs and laugh into each others faces all truth and trust And I kneel at the edge of the woods too far to feel the heat of the fire Once just deep enough into the cup to be articulate about subjective things I tried to tell Meyer all this I shall never forget the strange expression on his face But we are all like that he said That's the way it is For everyone in the world Didn't you know? I tried to believe him But belief is a very diflicult feat when you crouch out here in the night too far from the fire to feel its heat too far from the people to hear the words of their songs I wondered if she had ever really been able to comprehend the fact of her own eventual and inevitable death Today my friends we each have one day less every one of us And joy is the only thing that slows the clock Bull shitery from the Book of Mormon the Book of Ether chapter three 'And the Lord said For behold ye shall be as a whale in the midst of the sea; for the mountain waves shall dash upon you Nevertheless I will bring you up again out of the depths of the sea; for the winds have gone forth out of my mouth and also the rains and the floods have I sent forth And behold I prepare you against these things; for ye cannot cross this great deep save I prepare you against the waves of the sea and the winds which have gone forth and the floods which shall come Therefore what will you that I should prepare for you that ye may have light when ye are swallowed up in the depths of the sea?'Bonus From the 1970 Darker Than Amber movie starring Rod Taylor pictures of the producers' ideas of McGee's The Busted FlushFull size image hereFull size image hereFull size image hereAnd finally two great blogs about John D MacDonald McGee and the rumoured never written novel where McGee diesThe Birth of Travis McGee fascinatingBlack Border for McGee rumours surrounding a final book never published