What would Vince drive?

As a literate bunch, I believe there are few Rake readers that appreciate the fine fiction of Mr. Vince Flynn. He is THE new Tom Clancy and lives in the Twin Cities.

This statement raises some issues (the literature part, that is). Obviously the key question is whether Tom Clancy writes for the big screen and is hence a screenwriter instead of a novelist. As for Mr. Flynn there seems something, I dunno, less exploitative about his work. If Joyce Carol Oates could pen a paen to boxing, there is no telling what this fine writer might do.

Its well-known, for example, that the best writers of the spy novel all pretty much worked for the British Foreign Service, including Ian Flemming and Graham Greene, possibly Le Carre’. While Mr Flemming (the least luminary, but a fine, fine writer/misogynist) certainly wrote for the screen and Graham Greene’s works made fine movies (but books first), I am not at all certain about Le Carre’.

The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, was not exactly a star vehicle for Richard Burton but it does remain the finest spy novel every written.

If Mr. Flynn penned a torutured work about Catholic guilt (as Mr. Greene did with The Heart Of The Matter) in-between his techno-slick entertainments, he could easily join the Angry Men of British spy thrillers. These days you don’t even need to be Catholic to do so.

Or, for that matter, British.

Whatever.

The more pressing question I have about Mr. Flynn is whether he will use his new found and much deserved wealth to purchase an aimless sports franchise like the Timberwolves.

And I have another key question.

You see I spotted him driving away from a recent book signing in a vehicle of sufficient thrust to escape the papparazzi that are beginning to trace his trajectory to stardom. It was a black Suburban with a 38% window tint (illegal except on Government issue vehicles) and non-descript plates.

At least I think I saw him.

Why this all matters I am not really sure. I think it has something to do with the fact that I heard that Vince often lunches with President Bush aboard Air Force One. In fact, the President is such a large fan of his fiction I wonder if if the Prez loans out a few hot “rides” on the public dime for his supporters.

Sadly, if there is any truth to this “cover up,” it won’t get press. Too pedestrian, I fear, in the age of pederasty.

Would like to slip a few more books the President’s way, however.