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Post by driver1980 on May 24, 2024 14:41:30 GMT -5
Are there any pictures - in colour - inside the book, Slam_Bradley? My policy with books is I’ll buy Kindle eBooks for anything that is text and b/w photos, but I will buy a physical copy if there are pictures in colour. Thanks. (I prefer physical books, but just have so little space in a studio apartment)
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Post by Slam_Bradley on May 24, 2024 15:24:01 GMT -5
Are there any pictures - in colour - inside the book, Slam_Bradley ? My policy with books is I’ll buy Kindle eBooks for anything that is text and b/w photos, but I will buy a physical copy if there are pictures in colour. Thanks. (I prefer physical books, but just have so little space in a studio apartment) There are pictures, but I don't remember any of them being in color. I actually don't think it's available and an eBook though.
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Post by Rob Allen on May 25, 2024 2:40:22 GMT -5
The Railway Detective Edward Marston My wife loves cozy mysteries, so I told her about the Railway Detective series after reading your reviews of the first two. She has ordered the first book from the library. And in the course of searching the library database for it, she found two other cozies that she also ordered. Thank you for several weeks of pleasant bedtime reading in her future!
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Post by wildfire2099 on May 26, 2024 15:11:05 GMT -5
heh nice! I hope she likes them!
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Post by EdoBosnar on May 27, 2024 11:28:15 GMT -5
The Day of the JackalFrederick Forsyth, 1971 In the wake of the failed attempt to assassinate French President Charles de Gaulle in 1962 by the right-wing paramilitary group known as the OAS (Organisation armée secrete, or Secret Army Organization) and the devastation of their ranks in the ensuing crackdown by the authorities, the leader of that organization’s remnants realizes that the only way to eliminate the hated de Gaulle (and then assume power in France during the chaos that follows) is to hire a contract killer that nobody in the French police or intelligence services know about. After searching for several months, he finds just the right man: a mysterious, apparent Englishman in his mid-30s who has successfully carried out several assassinations outside of Europe, and who insists on being called the ‘Jackal’ by the few OAS members who will be in contact with him. The rest (bulk) of the book, which all takes place in July and August of 1963, is a rundown of how the Jackal plans and prepares the kill, followed by another lengthy section describing the efforts of the French authorities to figure out who he is and track him down once they (almost by chance) get wind of the plot. Interesting is that much of it comes down to mundane, often tedious police work, which is reflected in that fact that the task force formed to hunt down the Jackal is led by the deputy national police commissioner, Claude Lebel, a rather deceptively unassuming and placid middle-aged former police detective. I found this pretty enjoyable and mostly quite fast-placed – despite the fact that so much of it is just descriptions of how both the assassin and the police go about their day-to-day business (I’d almost say it’s competence porn, but there are a few instances where dumb luck, both good and bad, play a crucial role for both the Jackal and Lebel.)
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Post by berkley on May 27, 2024 18:26:15 GMT -5
The Day of the JackalFrederick Forsyth, 1971 In the wake of the failed attempt to assassinate French President Charles de Gaulle in 1962 by the right-wing paramilitary group known as the OAS (Organisation armée secrete, or Secret Army Organization) and the devastation of their ranks in the ensuing crackdown by the authorities, the leader of that organization’s remnants realizes that the only way to eliminate the hated de Gaulle (and then assume power in France during the chaos that follows) is to hire a contract killer that nobody in the French police or intelligence services know about. After searching for several months, he finds just the right man: a mysterious, apparent Englishman in his mid-30s who has successfully carried out several assassinations outside of Europe, and who insists on being called the ‘Jackal’ by the few OAS members who will be in contact with him. The rest (bulk) of the book, which all takes place in July and August of 1963, is a rundown of how the Jackal plans and prepares the kill, followed by another lengthy section describing the efforts of the French authorities to figure out who he is and track him down once they (almost by chance) get wind of the plot. Interesting is that much of it comes down to mundane, often tedious police work, which is reflected in that fact that the task force formed to hunt down the Jackal is led by the deputy national police commissioner, Claude Lebel, a rather deceptively unassuming and placid middle-aged former police detective. I found this pretty enjoyable and mostly quite fast-placed – despite the fact that so much of it is just descriptions of how both the assassin and the police go about their day-to-day business (I’d almost say it’s competence porn, but there are a few instances where dumb luck, both good and bad, play a crucial role for both the Jackal and Lebel.)
I should have read this as a kid - I was around the right age and was a big fan of Alistair MacLean and had also enjoyed Forsyth's Odessa File - but for some reason never happened to come across a copy. But I should finally get around to it relatively soon, I hope, as recently I've started reading a few post-war British thrillers, partially guided by Mike Ripley's Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang, an overview of that sub-genre that came out a few years back.
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Post by Slam_Bradley on May 29, 2024 12:45:44 GMT -5
The Burnt Orange Heresy by Charles Willeford
James Figueras is an up and coming art critic spending some time covering galleries and openings on the Gold Coast of Florida. He gets the opportunity to meet and potentially interview Jacques Debierue, a famously reclusive artist who has only ever displayed one work and whose work nobody has seen for decades...and then only select critics. He is the "golden" mystery artiste, who has captivated the art world, even though his work is more mysterious than he. The meeting is arranged by Casidy, a lawyer and art collector and it comes with strings attached, because this is nominally a noir novel. Figueras takes his girlfriend (reluctant girlfriend on his part) Berenice with him as bait for the artist. And, this being a crime novel, unlawful things happen. I feel like I'm in the vast minority here, because I really don't like this one bit. I mean, I finished it, so it was good enough for that (though it's super short). But it is generally quite well reviewed. And I just don't get it. I know it's not that I don't like Willeford's work. I've read "Pick-Up" and "Cockfighter" which are his two best reviewed stand-alones (this is probably number three) and I liked both. "Pick-Up" was a great noir marred by two twists at the end, neither of which made any sense in the context of the book. And, while it's been a long time since I've read "Cockfighter" I know that I liked it quite a bit, though I didn't review it. So it's not Willeford as a writer. I'll cop that I know little to nothing about fine art and less about the art world of collectors and critics. Since that was the focus of almost 2/3 of the novel...that didn't help. The idea that an artist can be renowned and world famous even though almost nobody has seen his work, didn't ring true to me. Maybe it's possible...but I'd need proof. The meat of the book didn't happen until the third act. And even that didn't really work for me. Part of the issue is that Figuera is...well he's just dumb. I mean, profoundly dumb. Yeah, this is noir. But he's not trapped in to his dumb moves for love of a femme fatale. He really doesn't even like poor Berenice and she is not the cause of his downfall. It's all about him making choices that are just...stupid. And really making them to no apparent purpose. He could have reached an interesting (though not probably worthy of a noir novel) conclusion without precipitating his own downfall. None of it makes sense. So I'll cop that maybe I'm missing something. But I have no idea what it is. Because this just didn't work beyond the mechanics of it being well written.
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Post by wildfire2099 on May 31, 2024 7:47:26 GMT -5
The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafiby Shannon Chakraborty I had alot of trouble getting into this one, even thought I feel like I SHOULD have loved it. That scene on the cover happens, even. It does start slowly.... and using the Patrick Rothfuss narration style (which of course you lose a star for making me think of Name of the Wind, but I digress)... nearly half the book is gathering up the crew. Also, it's really more Tales of the Arabian Nights than a pirate adventure (there are two short naval battles, one of which is the one from the cover, the other more mundane) and more magical creatures than you can shake a stick at. The writing is good, especially the visual descriptions, this story probably would be an amazing comic. with the right artist... Mark Buckingham isn't doing anything right now... just sayin'. Overall, I think if this was the 4th book after a trilogy of the events that were hinted at in the book, I would have liked it alot more.... most of the book was spent getting to know the characters, and even at that they are barely hashed out. I proper pirate novel with the crew established and having some of those adventures would be excellent. I think. That doesn't seem to be where the book is heading though, as the set up is clearly for 2 (perhaps 4) more books, which I might be convinced to read... we'll see.
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Post by Slam_Bradley on May 31, 2024 15:20:18 GMT -5
Outlaw: Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson and the Renegades of Nashville by Michael Streissguth
Author Michael Streissguth follows up his biography of Johnny Cash with a look at the birth and short life of the Outlaw Country sub-genre. Streissguth primarily focuses on the three artists in the subtitle, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson and Kris Kristofferson with the focus on Nashville's role in the growth of the outlaw movement. Both choices are interesting and potentially problematic. In particular Streissguth focuses very heavily on Waylon, which is, in my opinion, a valid choice. I want to start out by saying that I enjoyed the book and it was a super quick read. So any short-comings or questions I have about the author's decisions have to be taken within the context of the fact that I not only like the book, but that I would recommend it to folks who are interested in country music history. I definitely understand focusing in on the three named artists. Ultimately the Outlaw movement was about shaking up the Nashville establishment and artists gaining control of their own recordings and music. All three were instrumental in that. Kristofferson was, by far, the most prominent of of the new breed of songwriter who brought a new poetic lyricism to country song-writing. And his prominence, particularly after he became a Hollywood star (though you can very easily argue that the move made his songwriting suffer) helped to establish the new look of country, longer hair, beards, and blue jeans instead of clean-cut fellers in Nudie suits. Waylon and Willie both revolted against the Nashville recording machine (in slightly different ways) and were absolutely the two poster children for what became known as Outlaw Country. Waylon revolted against RCA and the control of Chet Atkins and ultimately gained complete control of his music and how, and by whom, it was recorded. It was an internal revolt as his best work was still, ultimately, released by RCA. Willie, on the other hand, ended up leaving RCA, which had never figured out how to market him, had a brief stay at Atlantic (one that was creatively excellent, but disappointing in sales) before finally landing at CBS and hitting superstardom. Both stories are incredibly important in what would become the death of the Nashville machine. But they weren't the first. Streissguth, recognizes that Johnny Cash had long been able to do his own thing. But he really doesn't recognize Bobby Bare, who had had his own battle with RCA and Atkins a few years earlier and gained a fair bit of autonomy for his music. And he absolutely gives short shrift to Jerry Jeff Walker and to the Texas music scene in general. But Bare's music never changed the way that Waylon or Willie's did and Walker (and Doug Sahm and the rest of the Texas crowd) doesn't fit in with the Nashville narrative. I'll also say that unless you have a pretty significant back-ground in country music of the period, including the business side of it, this book could be daunting. Streissguth trots out a LOT of names, including a lot of songwriters and sidemen who may have been fairly well known in the late 60s and the 70s, but are largely forgotten today. And I think that he probably could have gone in to more depth on the way the business of country music worked leading up to Waylon and the rest's revolt. I knew about it, but a lot of people almost certainly won't and will have no idea the kind of power that Chet Atkins and other Nashville execs wielded. I also would suggest a copy editor go over the book. I noticed more than a few misspelled names and at least one song title that was wrong. Still, this is a good book and it's never less than interesting. And if you pull up your Spotify (or other service) and play the music that is mentioned as you're reading it's an even better experience.
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Post by EdoBosnar on Jun 1, 2024 16:29:11 GMT -5
The Devotion of Suspect XKeigo Higashino, 2005 (Eng. translation by Alexander O. Smith, 2011) A thriller that’s structured sort of like a Columbo episode, as the killing and the decision to cover it up happens in the first roughly 30 pages and then the rest of it involves the police detectives as well as a brilliant associate physics professor at a Tokyo university figuring out the whys and wherefores. So the victim is the abusive, deadbeat ex-hubsand of Yasuko Hanaoka – he comes back into her life after 5 years demanding money, and after an argument in which he violently attacks her teenage daughter (from Yasuko’s first marriage), Yasuko strangles him to death with an electrical cord. All of this was overheard by the next-door neighbor, a man named Ishigami, a quiet, reserved math teacher at a local high school who’s also smitten with Yasuko. He convinces them not to call the police and offers to help them dispose of the body and take care of everything to allay suspicions. It ends up that Ishigami is not just a math teacher, but a genius-level theoretical mathematician, and he comes up with a dizzingly intricate plan, involving faked evidence, etc., to misdirect the police. And for a while, it works – although the lead detective on the case, Kusanagi, as well as his friend, said university professor, Manubu Yukawa (with whom Kusanagi discusses his cases and who often helps him solve particularly confounding ones), both suspect that not everything is as it seems. This book was apparently a runaway bestseller in Japan, and was then adapted into a movie as well as a TV series focusing on Yukawa (who’s nicknamed ‘Detective Galileo’), and you’ll find mostly rave reviews of it at sites like Amazon and Goo Dreads. Personally, while I did find it very readable and I’ll readily admit that there was one twist in the very last section that I did not see coming, I thought there were still a few weaknesses in the plot (including the fact that Yukawa is conveniently an old college chum of Ishigami’s, which figures strongly in the resolution). And, hopefully without giving anything away, I found the very end way too melodramatic.
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Post by Slam_Bradley on Jun 2, 2024 12:15:23 GMT -5
Majic Man by Max Allan Collins
Shamus to the Stars Nate Heller is back and he's dealing with two connected historic cases. The first deals with the break-down and death of Secretary of Defense James Forrestal, who Heller met during his search for Amelia Earhardt. Initially Heller is hired by Forrestal to tail and convince his wife (a not terribly functional alcoholic) that she isn't being followed and that nobody is trying to kidnap their children or assassinate them. After Truman asks for Forrestal's resignation it pushes Forrestal, a man who already sees Reds behind every bush, to move in to his own paranoia. This ultimately leads in to Heller investigating the Roswell crash and possible government cover-up there. Forrestal's death/suicide really is kind of a natural for Heller to investigate. Roswell...maybe a little less so. But Collins does his usual great job of making it interesting and following the various strands of conspiracy. While I don't necessarily agree with the conclusion that Heller finds (and who is to say the author does either) it's definitely interesting and honestly makes a fair bit of sense. And, at risk of spoilers, Collins works in Operation Paperclip in in a very good way, which is a huge plus in my book. And by interesting, I don't mean I approve. The only good Nazi is a dead Nazi. This one also prompted me to start re-watching The X-Files. So that's a nice bonus.
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Post by wildfire2099 on Jun 2, 2024 18:25:50 GMT -5
Seven Footprints to Satan A Merritt This was a really fun book.. even if the title doesn't suggest that. The main character is a vet and an adventurer, and he gets the attention of Satan (or at least a very smart, wealthy man that says he's Satan). The foundation of his empire is his seven footprints.. basically a roulette wheel that his followers can use to wager their life and freedom against his empire. Not surprisingly, its not that simple, and of course this is a pulp adventure novel so there's a girl involved to fight over. The plot is pretty simple. but Satan's castle is pretty amazing... like the craziest secret museum in history. It was also very interesting that more than anything else Merritt's Satan wanted to just possess beautiful things to look at... lots to mull over there as to why and what that means. Of course, that didn't make him a nice guy, he was quite totally evil... but it was an interesting facet. I'm glad I finally figured out these books I have of Merritt's were not connected... fun stuff!
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Post by MRPs_Missives on Jun 4, 2024 9:22:14 GMT -5
Latest read... Latest read, revisiting Conan the Swordsman by de Camp, Carter and Nyberg for the first time since high school, though recently read adaptations of many of them in my Savage Sword of Conan read through. It's an interesting collection of tales, and these were among the first prose Conan stories I read, as I had access to this series of Conan books through my cousin before I had access to the Ace collections. I think I read a couple of the later novel length Conan tales from the series before I read this short story collection, but memory of the order I read them is a bit fuzzy. I read what I could get my hands on then, and that wasn't necessarily in any kind of series order. These days, I vastly prefer the Howards originals to any of the pastiches, but I was fond of these as I was discovering them and they're decent Conan tales, they just lack that Howard punch and feel unique to his Conan stories. -M
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Post by EdoBosnar on Jun 5, 2024 14:38:39 GMT -5
Memoirs of a SpacewomanNaomi Mitchison, 1962 A space-faring scientist we only know as Mary recounts some of her experiences working as a communications specialist tasked with establishing contacts and modes of communication with intelligent alien species. The setting is some never specified point in the quite distant future, as there is FTL travel and humans and other, allied species can even travel to other galaxies. There are no descriptions of the technologies involved, either. Mitchison’s focus is far more on biological considerations, i.e., the interesting ways in which life evolves on different planets and the psychological effects not only of time-dilated space travel (thus effecting familial relationships, as space travelers spend chunks of their lives in ‘black-out’ when going great distances) but also interacting with alien species. She notes that explorers of this time have a very strict non-interference regulation (that has a familiar ring to it. . .) but quite a bit of consideration is given to speculation as to whether simple observation and ‘non-intrutive’ communication is still a form of interference. Otherwise, humanity as depicted through the prism of Mary’s narration is very post-aggression and apparently vegetarian, as she takes pains to point out that substantial and complex communication has even been established with a number of terran animals (mainly dogs and other canine species, but also cows, pigs, etc.). Rather than pitched space-opereseque adventures, what you have here is a series of conundrums that emerge in several of Mary’s missions and how the various scientists and explorers involved deal with them. My only mild criticism would be to point out that Mitchison’s gender essentialist view that women are naturally better communicators didn’t age well. Otherwise, though, it’s a pretty good read.
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Post by berkley on Jun 5, 2024 15:47:05 GMT -5
Seven Footprints to Satan A Merritt This was a really fun book.. even if the title doesn't suggest that. The main character is a vet and an adventurer, and he gets the attention of Satan (or at least a very smart, wealthy man that says he's Satan). The foundation of his empire is his seven footprints.. basically a roulette wheel that his followers can use to wager their life and freedom against his empire. Not surprisingly, its not that simple, and of course this is a pulp adventure novel so there's a girl involved to fight over. The plot is pretty simple. but Satan's castle is pretty amazing... like the craziest secret museum in history. It was also very interesting that more than anything else Merritt's Satan wanted to just possess beautiful things to look at... lots to mull over there as to why and what that means. Of course, that didn't make him a nice guy, he was quite totally evil... but it was an interesting facet. I'm glad I finally figured out these books I have of Merritt's were not connected... fun stuff! I liked this one as well. All the A. Merritt books I've read have been fun, with great story-concepts, fast-moving plots, and interesting characters. I've read four of them so far, all within the last few years. I have Burn Witch Burn lined up next, maybe for one of my Hallowe'en books this year.
I wish his books had been given the same kind of paperback re-release with appropriate cover artwork that ERB and REH had in the 70s, I think I would have loved reading them as a kid. They didn't feature series with recurring characters, I don't know if that was a factor or if Merritt just fell off the publishing radar for some other reason.
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