I might not have discovered this had I not read Ede’s “Kaleidoscope City“, but I’m glad I did. It’s the story of Englishman Ede’s search for “something”. He went — and takes reader — to India, Turkey and to an ayahuasca ceremony. I enjoyed the book, but as I read it I kept wanting to yell at him, “why are you ignoring the spiritual traditions of your own culture!?”.
The FBI knew that Robert Hanssen, an FBI agent near retirement, was working for the Russians. However, to prove it in court they needed to use evidence not gathered from covert sources they wanted to protect. They assigned Eric O’Neill, who had been working with the FBI group tasked with following people, to Hanssen and put them both in a unit whose real and only reason for being was to give O’Neill the chance to spy on his boss.
“Gray Day” is a tense book that, to use a cliche, “reads like a novel”. Given O’Neill’s low, albeit critical, role, it isn’t the full story of Hanssen’s betrayal, but it is a very good read.
This is an interesting travel book that suggests that the traveller might have a better time by paying less attention to the Internet and its endless ratings when choosing destinations, lodging, and restaurants.
I enjoyed the book not least because Kugel frames his argument as friendly advice rather than hard-and-fast rules. One thing I will try to remember in my travels: when asking “a local” (a vaguely condescending term that I don’t care for) what to see or where to eat, Kugel suggests not asking him or her not where they think you should go, but where they and their family go.
I enjoyed Atkinson’s “Liberation Trilogy” World War II histories so much that I was eager to get this, the first of a trilogy devoted to the American Revolution. I wasn’t disappointed. This is detailed but readable, full of telling character detail, and an all-around great narrative history.
I was especially struck by the attention the author pays to logistics. For instance, a number of British actions — and their timings — were dictated by the difficulties of supplying armies across an ocean in the age of sail. This is just one example of Atkinson’s ability to explain decisions in terms of the factors that influenced the decision-makers.
I hope the next two volumes in this series aren’t too far off.
I love going to art museums. I tend to be most attracted to Medieval and Renaissance art, but over time I’ve become more and more interested in modern art (as opposed to “contemporary” art, which I don’t think I’ll ever care for). This book is an excellent brief overview of modern art and has even opened my eyes a little to abstract art. I learned a lot from it.
Welcome to the golden age of ridiculously long subtitles.
If one enjoys, or, more likely, grew up enjoying classic science fiction, this is worth reading. Nevela-Lee shows how editor Campbell seeded the writers in his pulp stable with story ideas. He also goes into a lot of detail about Hubbard and the murky origins of Scientology. Be warned, though, that if you admire these men your admiration might not survive reading about their relationships and attitudes towards women.
Around 1970 I bought a remaindered copy of Plowden’s “Farewell to Steam”. It was one of the things that influenced me to become a photographer (which I didn’t manage to do). I’ve loved his work, which has always reminded me of Walker Evans’, ever since.
“Heartland” is a beautiful book and the text is almost as good as the photos. His appreciation for place jumps out of every picture. Plowden is a great artist whose work should be more widely known.
This book consists of interviews with several dozen photographers — some well known, some less so — about the transition from silver-based photography to digital photography. It also includes interviews with the inventor of the digital camera and the creator of Photoshop.
A range of views about the digital transition are presented, from skepticism to grudging acceptance to enthusiasm. The interviewees’ thoughtful observations made for interesting reading.
This collection of black and white photos from around the United States, mostly shot at gatherings of one kind or another, reminded me of Bill Owens’ “Suburbia”. I know it was an artistic decision to use only minimal captions, but I’d like to know more about the subjects, and I dislike it when photo book designers put the text at the end of the book, especially when, as with “Songbook”, there aren’t even any page numbers.