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qotd, drug edition

The doctor makes a note on Landsman's chart. "Are you currently under the care of a psychiatrist  or taking any medication for depression?"
"Depression? I seem depressed to you?"
"It's really just a word," the doctor says. "I'm looking at possible symptoms. From what Inspector Dick has told me, and from my examination of you, it seems at least possible that you might possibly have some kind of mood disorder."
"You aren't the first person to say that," Landsman says. "I'm sorry to have to break that to you."
"Are you taking medication?"
"No, not really."
"Not really?"
"No. I don't want to."
"You don't want to?
"I'm, you know. Afraid I might lose my edge."
"That explains the drinking, then," the doctor says. His words seem tinged with a sardonic whiff of licorice. "I hear it does wonders for one's edge....In my experience, Detective Landsman, if I may....the people who worry about losing their edge, often they fail to see they already lost the blade a long time ago."

-- From Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policemen's Union, which I am enjoying the heck out of.


I want to read this one. I haven't been able to get into him for a while, though.

That is one of my all-time favoritest books EVAH. I love it.

(Have you met the Alaskan detective yet? I won't say too much...)

I really, really liked that book too. Generally books with almost no female characters of any import don't interest me that much but I totally dug it. The entire *idea* behind the plot is almost crazy good.

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