Andy said nothing about angles and momentum

So those tics. Pests or poise within prose?

I said I'd write something about Lee Child. As an admission, I bought my father 'With Child' and 'Reacher said Nothing' by Andy Martin. I've not read them, but I have read all the Jack Reacher novels by Lee Child. My wife buys them for me at Christmas.

In the last post I made an analogy about raisin granola and text. James Grant's work is some fine (as in good) granola. Mighty fine. One of the reasons I think he's so successful is he presents a perfect blend. The words he selects are robust and unassuming. They work well together, and his sentences imitate the best features of natural speech and thought. The flow in his works is a thing of beauty, and one - well certainly me and the majority of the world - becomes seduced by the smoothness. One part leads effortlessly to the next. Ahhh- yadda-yadda-yadda...Crown Vic...yadda-yadda-Reacher said nothing...yadda-yadda...Glock 57... All these things are tics, yet become a pleasure in the mix. I believe from what I've read of the reviews on Goodreads how this state of affairs has changed for quite a few people. However, the ratings are still pretty good. It gets 3.95 as of today. I've yet to read 'The Sentinel', so eventually, I'll add my own voice, that's for damn sure (!).