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Casio Men's Watch WV-59DE-1AVEF
Casio Men's Watch WV-59DE-1AVEF
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0 of 3 people found the following review helpful
2.0 out of 5 stars Good for hippos, 2 Feb. 2014
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The Coins of Judas
The Coins of Judas
by Scott McBain
Edition: Hardcover

1 of 4 people found the following review helpful
2.0 out of 5 stars Good 1, Evil 0, 16 Dec. 2003
This review is from: The Coins of Judas (Hardcover)
A potentially interesting idea botched, as becomes painfully apparent after the Prologue. He should have stuck to the secret corridors of the Vatican and left those beautiful people in California to bore each other to death. (Do they really have eighteen-year-old students of 'criminal psychiatry'? I don't think so. And at the risk of pedantry, was St. Peter really 'head of the Church' after the Crucifixion - what about James, the Lord's brother?)
I wouldn't mind the cliches and inadequate research if it were well written, but - and I know this is easy to say - it isn't. It's just about readable if you have a wet weekend with nothing better to do.

Collected Poems
Collected Poems
by William McGonagall
Edition: Paperback

7 of 7 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars O mickle rhymer, 20 Jun. 2003
This review is from: Collected Poems (Paperback)
O mickle rhymer of Caledonian race!
Alas! that some, as I have heard, hold in disgrace -
For up to your Muse they can never measure,
No matter by night and by day they endeavour,
At least many folk do aver.
Great Bard of Tay! 'tis harder than it look
To pen the like of what is written in this book,
Which I venture, without fear of rebuke, will never be overtook.
Ye should be rhyming still, and also alive!
No bit Parnassus stone left unturn'd: I'll give it five.
The point, which seems to have been missed by another reviewer, is that McGonagall was completely sincere. There's a kind of anti-genius here. Also, he could write vivid and engaging prose in naive style; but he resorted to prose only to introduce his volumes of verse. Read and wonder!
Fellow-citizens of Dundee,
Isn't it really very nice
To think of James Scrymgeour trying
To rescue fallen creatures from the paths of vice?
(No, I didn't write that; I just wish I had.)

Sharpe's Havoc
Sharpe's Havoc
by Bernard Cornwell
Edition: Hardcover

25 of 25 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Sharpe as ever!, 25 April 2003
This review is from: Sharpe's Havoc (Hardcover)
For long-time fans like me who found "Sharpe's Prey" a bit below par, I'm pleased to say that this one returns to first principles, frog-bashing in the Peninsula; and the author is back on form. If you wondered what happened to Sharpe, Harper & Co. after they joined forces on the retreat to Vigo (Sharpe's Rifles, Jan.1809) and before Talavera (Sharpe's Eagle, July 1809), here's the answer. The Greenjackets are in the wilds of Portugal, where the best Sharpe stories are set, on a mission for Capt. Hogan, the future spy-master. Marshal Soult, 'Duke of Damnation' and aspiring King of Portugal, is closing in. Is all lost? Wait! an obscure sepoy general called Wellesley has landed at Lisbon ...
I'll leave the plot there except to say that it's a ripping yarn (and I've been reading them for twenty years). We meet an upper-class villain fit to take on Sir Henry Simmerson; a beautiful, runaway heiress; and a young Portuguese officer of character and education who has a thing or two to learn from Sharpe. Deja vu? Well, some of the best vus are deja. There have been better ones than this but not many. The atmosphere is as thick as Dan Hagman's tea. There are passages of real sardonic humour, which comes as a relief after the last outing. The action sequences are many and unsurpassed. My only regret is that an old favourite, Sweet William, hasn't shown up yet.
The time slots are filling up but Cornwell makes good use of them. Sharpe and Harper march again. What are you waiting for? And if you didn't understand any of the above, still read the book.

Fashionable Nonsense: Postmodern Intellectuals' Abuse of Science
Fashionable Nonsense: Postmodern Intellectuals' Abuse of Science
by Alan Sokal
Edition: Paperback
Price: £10.99

35 of 40 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars News from cloud-cuckoo-land, 17 Oct. 2002
'But when such solecisms as we find in these writings are confidently put forth as scholarly discoveries, with every assurance that something profound is being uttered, one must wonder about the system - and the ideology - that nurtures and rewards them' - Gross and Levitt, 'Higher Superstition'.
Sokal and Bricmont pass no judgment on whether these nine or ten 'philosophico-literary' stars are deluding themselves or just their readers; but deluded someone surely is. Many before now have 'transgressed the boundaries'. Chomsky took what he needed from mathematics; Popper wrote on quantum physics and relativity, as did other (analytic) philosophers. But they worked without benefit of the postmodern dispensation; what they wrote took the form of rational propositions and you could test whether or not you agreed with them. With many of the passages cited in this book it is, strictly speaking, impossible to agree or disagree; they don't make enough sense (even less if you know maths and physics). Sokal and Bricmont explicate this with admirable patience and painstaking attention to detail, except perhaps when they encounter Deleuze and Guattari in full flight, writing ostensibly on the foundations of calculus or Riemannian geometry with all the style and facility of a pair of bureaucrats on speed. Then our authors are inclined to say enough is enough, and give up. No doubt this is a fault; but even Homer nods.
Does any of this matter? Are Sokal and Bricmont wasting trees? One school of thought says this is all nit-picking and irrelevant to real pomo (which is something else). Another school insists that these are great, maligned thinkers. They can't both be right; of course they may both be wrong.
The book that I read is not a collection of finger-pointing schoolyard jibes. It's meticulously researched (if it hadn't been we'd soon have heard about it). It's a model of clear exposition (an offence in itself, perhaps, to some readers). It raises serious points (which they seem determined to miss) about the current fault-lines of intellectual communication. It asks how we got here and what can be done. It's amazingly restrained (compare Gross & Levitt). There are funny bits. No, I don't believe the authors did it for the megabucks. It's the hegemony, stupid.

Soldiers in the Mist
Soldiers in the Mist
by Garry Douglas
Edition: Paperback

1 of 4 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars Come in, Fancy Jack, your time is up, 21 Sept. 2002
This review is from: Soldiers in the Mist (Paperback)
We are informed on the dust-jacket of this book that the author, under another name, has won 'many awards' for adult and children's fiction. If that is so, the author, whatever his name, has had the mother of all off-days with this one: it's amazingly bad. There's much to be learned here about how not to write a novel. Nobody expects great literature, but the narrative style is so wooden and flat-footed you could use it for clogs; characterization is paper-thin where it's attempted at all; plot and dialogue are occasionally laughable (but not, unfortunately, humorous); even the derring-do is done by numbers. One unintentional high point comes when Fancy Jack lectures an American journalist on the pros and cons of the purchase system for commissions in the British Army. He's just returned from a secret mission paddling a canoe round the Crimea, having been slightly sabered by a Cossack en route. Does this put a crimp in his peroration? No: the author has done his homework and the hero has to spout it; it's that kind of book.
It should go without saying that this sort of thing is not in the same league as - or, bluntly, anywhere in sight of - the Sharpe novels. It might do for a backward twelve-year-old who is being weaned off Harry Potter. Otherwise, save your money.

The Marian Conspiracy: The Hidden Truth About the Holy Grail, the Real Father of Christ and the Tomb of the Virgin Mary
The Marian Conspiracy: The Hidden Truth About the Holy Grail, the Real Father of Christ and the Tomb of the Virgin Mary
by Graham Phillips
Edition: Paperback

41 of 50 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars Stranger than fiction, 7 July 2002
Was King Herod Jesus' grandad? Could Joseph of Arimathea have been Jesus' yuppie kid brother? Was the Virgin Mary the Holy Grail, and is she/it buried somewhere in Britain? Were the Druids Christians? Why did the Church conceal the truth for two millenia and why did it fall to Graham Phillips to uncover it? Why does he always answer a question with another question? Why shouldn't he? Am I the Emperor Napoleon? My name has almost the same number of letters, I'm the same height give or take a foot, plus I've been to Corsica and Paris, so why not?
As an example of the modern genre of pseudo-scholarship this book is rather well done. It contains some outright howlers when it strays into areas of actual historical knowledge, such as an idiosyncratic account of the early Church and some bizarre reflections on the Goths. Wisely, though, the author sticks mostly to grey areas where speculation is free. He's had plenty of practice and this is one of his best tales. Personally I wouldn't buy it - I prefer my fiction straight - but there are many who will.
P.S. Who's Marian?

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