Book(s) you are currently reading.
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I actually do the same and that's a good idea, I want to read that knew Beano Cook book that came out recently
Just got ‘Killing Commendatore’ for my birthday. Also loved Wind Up Bird Chronicles and After Dark. Like a Japanese David Lynch (with a touch more cohesiveness).
I got about 50-60 pages into it and then it just turned into a bunch of conspiracy theories that even the QANON people were going "um what"?
And I came across this article today:
Thomas Lipscomb: Hidden In Plain Sight
The Key To The Kennedy Assassination Is On Public Display In The National Archives
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Venetian Blinds by Art Vandelay...obscure writer but a must read.
The Jack McEvoy books are amazing. The Poet and The Scarecrow are both incredible.. Might be the best Connelly books. Bosch books are great also.
I recently completed this book. It was published in 2017, and while it was on my list, and in my pile, I didn't get to it until the past month. I thought it was excellent. In terms of South Carolina militia leaders during the American Revolution, Francis Marion (the Swamp Fox) and Thomas Sumter (the Gamecock) are more famous than Pickens. But Andrew Pickens probably had a bigger impact on the success of the patriots in the Southern theater than did Marion or Sumter. Plus, Pickens played a pivotal role after the American Revolution, mostly as the rare negotiator with the Native Americans that was not trying to cheat them. I highly recommend the book.
Just finished reading Countdown 1945, which details the Manhattan Project and takes a look into the lives of the politicians, those who developed the weapon, those who flew the Enola Gay, and a sample of civilians (both American and Japanese) who were affected by the event. It was very interesting and has become one of my favorite books. It reads more like a thriller than it does a historical account. Getting closer to the day the US dropped the bomb, you can feel the tension increasing. I thought it was very well done.
Also just started reading One Giant Leap about the moon landing mission. Very early into the book, but it I'm enjoying it. Lots of details packed in - can be a bit heavy at times.
Sandworm. Both an alarming and engaging read.
Sandworm by Andy Greenberg: 9780525564638 | PenguinRandomHouse.com: Books
"With the nuance of a reporter and the pace of a thriller writer, Andy Greenberg gives us a glimpse of the cyberwars of the future while at the same time placing his story in the long arc of...
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The Honor Killing of David L. Branton, by Jonathan Branton.Just finished:
I read it again after twenty years and was extremely impressed by how it holds up. Weiner is a great voice for scientists; he did a fantastic job with the earlier The Beak of the Finch.
Now reading, another re-read. I'm really digging this.
Currently reading: Ships of Oak - Guns of Iron by Ronald Utt. The War of 1812 and the arrival of the US Navy. I took sailing at PSU many years ago but didn’t stay with it so I have to constantly look up sailing terms so I can understand the scene that the author is creating but I like history and this is a good read.
Read Plum Island and now into the second book by the same author, Nelson DeMille. The second is The Lion’s Game. Both books written well before 9/11 feature criminal investigations involving terrorism and portend some actual events which later occurred. The recurring lead character is a retired NYPD working as a special investigator.
I’ve also been reading some Sherlock Holmes mysteries which are always fun.
I’ve also been reading some Sherlock Holmes mysteries which are always fun.
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I just got back from the gym. The county mask mandate has been dropped and there were a lot of people I hadn't seen for a while. I got quite the eyeful.
This, and everything, brought to mind one of Yeats's last poems, written in 1938. (He died in January 1939, the year WWII began.) In fact, he arranged that this poem would be the final entry, 374/374, in his Collected Poems.
'In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.'
THOMAS MANN.
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms.
This, and everything, brought to mind one of Yeats's last poems, written in 1938. (He died in January 1939, the year WWII began.) In fact, he arranged that this poem would be the final entry, 374/374, in his Collected Poems.
Politics
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS'In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.'
THOMAS MANN.
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms.
I just got back from the gym. The county mask mandate has been dropped and there were a lot of people I hadn't seen for a while. I got quite the eyeful.
This, and everything, brought to mind one of Yeats's last poems, written in 1938. (He died in January 1939, the year WWII began.) In fact, he arranged that this poem would be the final entry, 374/374, in his Collected Poems.
Politics
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
'In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.'
THOMAS MANN.
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms.
It's interesting that you should mention Yeats. I thought of his poem Death the other day. My cat, who is 18 years old, and I (over 70) are both in the winter of our lives. Death comes closer. I try to prepare for it. She has no concept of it.
Death
by William Butler Yeats
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone -
Man has created death.
Purchased Pacific and have watched it numerous times. Read and enjoyed both books
F.D.R. by Jean Edward Smith and Hitler's Last Hostages (Looted Art and the Soul of the Third Reich) by Mary M. Lane
My grandfather was on the USS Alaska at both Iwo Jima and Okinawa. He didn’t go ashore but worked an anti-aircraft gun against the Kamikazes.
My current mood is pretty much set out in Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen, which Yeats wrote in the midst of the Irish War for Independence, 2nd and 4th stanzas.
We too had many pretty toys when young:
A law indifferent to blame or praise,
To bribe or threat; habits that made old wrong
Melt down, as it were wax in the sun's rays;
Public opinion ripening for so long
We thought it would outlive all future days.
O what fine thought we had because we thought
That the worst rogues and rascals had died out.
Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare
Rides upon sleep: a drunken soldiery
Can leave the mother, murdered at her door,
To crawl in her own blood, and go scot-free;
The night can sweat with terror as before
We pieced our thoughts into philosophy,
And planned to bring the world under a rule,
Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.
We too had many pretty toys when young:
A law indifferent to blame or praise,
To bribe or threat; habits that made old wrong
Melt down, as it were wax in the sun's rays;
Public opinion ripening for so long
We thought it would outlive all future days.
O what fine thought we had because we thought
That the worst rogues and rascals had died out.
Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare
Rides upon sleep: a drunken soldiery
Can leave the mother, murdered at her door,
To crawl in her own blood, and go scot-free;
The night can sweat with terror as before
We pieced our thoughts into philosophy,
And planned to bring the world under a rule,
Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.
