A curmudgeon writes.
So hey, remember how this year I was going to be more measured about getting my reviews written up and out into the world (or this creaking edifice, at least)? And how I was going to make it easy for myself and everyone?
Allow me to borrow a quote from David Mamet’s screenplay for Ronin.
So what could have been concluded in a collegiable atmosphere is now fucked into cocked hat.
Yep, it’s another post featuring 20 reviews. Buckle up.
Continue reading “Book reviews: a buttload”It’s a mixed bag. I’ve had a lot on since I last updated here, and reviewing books has fallen by the wayside, surprising no-one.
What is surprising, though, is that I’ve kept up the reading! I’m up to about thirty books for the year thus far, which is why you’re getting a baker’s dozen (plus a few extra) in this post. I had some enthusiasms make themselves known through this brace of books, as you’ll see. It’s, uh, a lot. Hopefully there’s something in there to pique your interest. And if not, hopefully you’ll heed my low-scored warnings .
Continue reading “Book reviews: rich guys, cult leaders, schlock horror, debt and architecture”Once more, I’ve slackened off a bit in my reviewing duties. So instead of reading one review this time ’round, you’re going to cram six of the buggers into your eyeballs.
Talk about value for money! But that’s not all! There’ll be surveyors, pandemics, pugilistic pain, shoals of teen suicides, bad TARDIS houses, Nazi-influenced ‘shrooms and, er, Simon Callow.
Never let it be said I don’t offer value for money! Let’s get on with it.
Continue reading “Book reviews: six or so (no, it’s six)”
Yeah nah. 