I don’t know what to call this … this craving … there is no
more, but I want some more … I finished reading all of Michael Connelly’s Harry
Bosch novels a week ago … though Connelly started the Bosch series of novels in
1992, I arrived late to the party in late 2016, but before long I made up for
lost time by catching up till the most recent Bosch novel that came out in
2016, The Wrong Side of Goodbye, the 19th in the series …
I bought most of them secondhand on the used books portal on amazon … and those
I didn’t get there or anywhere else, I read their e versions …
I started reading the Bosch series sometime in February this
year … I wanted to read from the first in the series onwards and planned the
book purchases and e-books accordingly … it started slowly, I needed to get
familiar with Bosch, his working style, his philosophy, his quirks, mannerisms,
his family, and most of all Los Angeles, which is such a living, throbbing
presence in the series … once these became familiar, there was this sudden rush
in May and June and I completed the set in one long binge … 19 Bosch novels so
far … I wish I had read my schoolbooks with the same passion some 35 years ago
… yeah, yeah … kuch nahin hoga tera …
Now, after the 19th Bosch novel, the path ended
abruptly, as it were … this feeling was not something new to me … sometime in
October last year I had completed the Inspector Banks series by Peter Robinson
… that too had started sporadically, as and when I managed to locate a book at
Abids or at Best Books … and then I discovered the used books portal on amazon
and then … fffzzzzuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr … all systems go, go, go … I finished the
whole set … and after that … craving for more … I looked around … any small
tidbit would do, it seemed then … I hunted for the short stories … bought them,
read them … the next Inspector Banks, Sleeping in the Ground, is due this
year … I have been waiting for the 24th Inspector Banks novel for
quite a long time now …
The next Bosch novel too is due this year … but amazon
indicates that it’d be in October … abba … three more months … what to do …
again this craving … I feel like Tarzan swinging from one rope while the next
rope is yet to be seen … if I don’t find the next rope in time, I am going to
crash into the jungle … such is the mess I find myself in now …
As I hunted out any small, however little, bit of Bosch
related information on the net, I discovered that Connelly had written short
stories … I could make out around 22 short stories and around fourteen stories feature
Bosch … there are three published collections with three stories each … Angle of Investigation (2011),
Suicide Run (2011), and Mulholland Dive (2012) … these were the easiest to locate
… a couple of them are available as ‘shorts’ … and some kind soul has put
together seven stories published in various anthologies, into a sort of an
e-book … I could account for 18 short stories … and my eyes lit up … mmm … more
Bosch stories … I devoured them all …
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