…Robert Roper’s “Nabokov in America.” Roper, a novelist, non-fiction writer — and friend — is a great admirer of Nabokov’s (a secret he had kept from me for over 40 years). The merging of Bud’s talents as a writer (which I did know of) and his passion has produced a work enjoyable and informative from start to finish. I learned about Nabokov, his wife, their son. I learned about Nabokov’s friends and feuds, the butterflies he caught and the crafting of his career. I learned about the family’s cross-country trips, the America they prowled and the motor courts in which they rested and how this profited “Lolita,” “Pale Fire,” and more.
…”The Savage Professor” by Robert Roper. Bud, as I have known him for 40+ years, has authored several fine novels and notable non-fiction works. This, his first crime thriller, concerns a world-renown epidemiologist, who returns to his Berkeley hills home to find the nude, dead body of a former colleague/lover in his bed. And that is only the beginning of his corpse-rich problems. The ride through them includes a flurry of jabs at Berkeley places, personnages, and lifestyle quirks, several grizzly desecrations, and a stirring knife — well actually scalpel-vs.-straight-razor — fight. When I singled some of the more gore-soaked moments out for praise, he said, “You know, some of my readers thought I overdid things there.”
When you are talking to a guy who was recently singled out to review “Tad Martin vs. Popeye Rape-Whistle In: The Secrets of Corpse-Fucking,” you are not going to have that as a problem.