In which we review a couple of shows, and someone else no longer reviews at all

Television: “Seven Dials” is a new three-part miniseries on Netflix, based on a novel by Agatha Christie. The showrunner is Chris Chibnall, known for, among other things, modern Dr. Who. So the pedigree is there, and it’s an okay show, if you like that sort of thing. I wouldn’t drop everything and rush to see it, but if you need a touch of Agatha in the night, it’ll be there for you. 

“Alpha House” was a short-lived series on Amazon Prime about a decade ago starring John Goodman as one of a group of senators sharing a house in D.C. It’s been in my queue for ages, and I finally gave in and watched a couple of episodes. It was okay, but I tossed it fairly quickly. Maybe it’s because “Veep” satisfied my need for comic Washingtonians. Or maybe it’s because Trump has satisfied my need for comic Washingtonians. Whichever, if you’re watching something and not really liking it, and you have a gazillion other shows at your disposal, why bother? IMDB rates it 7.5. I don’t. 

Books: The Washington Post’s Books Section is going the way of, well, just about every other books section (and for that matter, the Washington Post in general). This means that we are even further along in relying on celebrities, and/or algorithms based on what you’ve already read and which assume that that’s all you’ll ever want to read, and/or the aggregate of the teeming masses for information on what books to read. Once upon a time every magazine and newspaper in every middlesex village and town had book reviews. There were more book reviews than books. Now you’re pretty much on your own. The New Yorker is an okay source, but their reviews are usually enough that you don’t have to read it anymore. The NY Times is readable but hit or miss. Jacket blurbs from other writers are, at best, a little incestuous. If you’re lucky, a friend will recommend something (which is how I found the wonderful Kate Atkinson) but as often as not some other friend will recommend something else that makes you question the meaning of friendship. It’s not easy being a reader in the 21st Century.