July 31, 2016
I am pained to ponder that this foulest of years, during which consistent calamity has been the order of every week, may have something to do with my long overdue delving into the genius of Balzac, which began in February with A Harlot High and Low and this afternoon reached the end of Cesar Birotteau. […]
October 8, 2015
I cannot recall at what age I was when I first saw the original Mad Max series. I was young. And they scared me, painted a brutal picture of Australia which has always stuck with me since. They had a vicious, fearful edge. Fast paced, shot in a way which made you feel you were […]
December 28, 2014
With her father gunned down, her mother present whilst absent, the mischievous star of this story is a joy to behold. Stating her credo early doors as… “Now I know what I want – to improve my education, serve justice, reinstate truth, basically what my father would have wanted me to do.” What a […]
April 21, 2014
I’ve never been a major or even minor fan of Mathew McConaughey. Neither of his face nor his acting. He has always struck me as a descendant of Skeletor or some other skull-faced bother…typecast into pretty boy roles in romantic comedies for The New Dumb to laugh at and smile at his curls, now and […]
April 21, 2014
A few years ago I read The Ginger Man, by the same author, and i loved it…Since then, i have purchased The Beastly Beautitudes of Balthazar B, or a similar title, by Donleavy…but I never attempted to dive properly into it, and have since lost that book. So, with nothing left to devour of […]
April 21, 2014
I am in several minds as to how to review this book. For several reasons…After been introduced to Bulgakov via Diaboliad, Heart of a Dog, The Fatal Eggs, the brilliant Country Doctors Notebook and the timeless classic, The Master and Margarita, I was confirmed as a steadfast devotee of Mikhail. He ranked up there with […]
April 21, 2014
After acquainting myself with the vibrant story of Wilde through the high esteem with which others anointed him, I finally picked up one of his novels through a decidedly one-sided exchange with a Hanoi book-monger. To loosen myself of Last Legion (Manifredi) was joyful, Under the Eagle (scarrow) hardly heartfelt but adding into the equation […]
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