Consortium of Seven: Year 2

        Last Friday the seventh and final season of Bosch arrived on Amazon Prime. The show's been a contemporized adaptation of Michael Connelly's series of novels focused on the homicide detective Hieronymus "Harry" Bosch.        Bosch is a champion of overlooked and forgotten victims, taking a personal interest in solving the homicide cases of those who had little to no agency in life. Much of the reason for this lies in his own background, as his mother was a prostitute who was murdered, the case left unsolved, leaving Harry with a hellish childhood that he only escaped at age 17 by getting his then-current foster parent to sign permissions to let him go into the military. A fresh start, in an environment where everyone was stripped down and rebuilt, where aggression and violence were officially, professionally part of the equation, and could be refined.       I've often remarked that Harry isn't someone...

         Happiness, control, and reality . The connections between them, their nature, and the subjectivity of each are a set of themes I realize I've come back to again and again all my life.       I turned ten in 1971, the year that James Goldman's 1961 play, They Might Be Giants , was released as an occasionally absurdist, ultimately sentimental film starring George C. Scott and Joanne Woodward.        In it, Scott plays a man who believes himself to be Sherlock Holmes. I was immediately taken by its wrestling with the question of the subjectivity of reality, happiness, and which of the two is more important. The title plays on Don Quixote - which also looms large in the film itself - and that benighted knight's view of the world, and in that specific instance, windmills. The film was released fifty years ago last week. Time continues to hammer me with reminders.        Here's a trailer f...