I am sitting here on the off day deeply emersed in a fine read concerning the operation and direction for a new Multi Meter. Now, while technically not a book it does contain words in written form. So...yeah me!
Usually try not to bore you all but you've asked now.
Tend to read combos when not reading a novel.
The Master Key, Charles F Haanel
Chartres /sacred geometry sacred place. Gordon Strachan
And The Templars The history the myth.M Haag.
I've spent a few days reading through the plays of Oscar Wilde and the one I finished today was 'La Siante Courtisane'. Before that I had a fun rerun through Dr jekyll and Mr Hyde.
As for Mars Ax, I see he is being a bit of a nob up there. Obviously I must be on guard and profound 24 hours a day and say nothing flippant or casual and be full of enlightenment at all times. This is not my thread, this is not your thread, so cut out the nonsense.
Do Travel Writers Go to Hell?
Then it's on to book five of a Song of Ice and Fire.
Family of Secrets by Russ Baker, and Death Row Breakout, a collection of short stories by Edward Bunker.
I tried to read The Man Who Left Too Soon - The biography of Steig Larsson by Barry Forshaw but found it, in contrast to Larsson's unputdownable trilogy, pretty unpickupable.
Maybe dying at the age of 50 before the publication and consequent worldwide success of your debut trilogy of crime novels does leave your biographer a little short on material, but surely that is the challenge, a challenge that Barry singularly fails to overcome. Forshaw spends a couple of chapters discussing Larsson and then starts to dissect his work, book by book, chapter by chapter, sentence by sentence and fecking word by word, or at least that is what it feels like at times. 151 pages of a 307 page paperback spent providing a not very insightful summary/synopsis of a trilogy 99% of the readers will already have read. It feels like partaking in a particularly intricate and labyrinthine Larsson like criminal investigation yourself trying to glean any insights into the author himself and what drove him to be so much more meticulous than his undeserved biographer.
I don't want to rubbish it completely because it is a book and after reading the first 70 odd pages I did not use it wedge open a sash window or line the annual bonfire night cat litter tray. I was also rewarded by skimming to page 248 the enticing prospect of hearing Film Composer Jacob Groth's score for the Swedish Film versions of the books, now that I know he is a fellow admirer of Bernard Hermann, Hitchcock's musical collaborator and the man responsible for the mind blowing score to Scorcese's masterful Taxi Driver. I will find the time to watch the blueray now, but can't help begrudge Forshaw for stealing a couple hours of my life.
The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli
no such thing as a book anyways.
Some book/biography about saddam hussein, really enjoyable, love going back to non-fiction books.
This is my quality reading at the moment.
Do not let success go to your head and do not let failure get to your heart.
Beautiful Brutality,by Adam smith,intresting read about the part familys play in
boxing,good and bad.Well worth a look.
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