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Index
Brian Stoddart, A Straits Settlement (July, 2016) - Historical Crime Fiction, principally set in 1920s Madras (modern Chennai), India
Steven C. Levi, Dead Men Do Come Back (September 6, 2016) - Historical Crime Fiction, principally set in 1910, in Juneau, Alaska
Bill Gammage, The Biggest Estate on Earth: How Aboriginals Made Australia (Under Construction - Yes, yes, I know it's slow, but so's the best food)
A United Kingdom (Movie)- Biopic, set in the later 1940s, and up to the later mid-1950s in Botswana & England. The story of Botswana's great national hero Seretse Khama, his love for English woman Ruth Williams, and the attempts by the acting leader of Seretse's people, his uncle Tshekedi, and the British colonial government to thwart a black African leader marrying an English woman who happened to be white (Under Construction).
Steven C. Levi, Dead Men Do Come Back (September 6, 2016) - Historical Crime Fiction, principally set in 1910, in Juneau, Alaska
Bill Gammage, The Biggest Estate on Earth: How Aboriginals Made Australia (Under Construction - Yes, yes, I know it's slow, but so's the best food)
A United Kingdom (Movie)- Biopic, set in the later 1940s, and up to the later mid-1950s in Botswana & England. The story of Botswana's great national hero Seretse Khama, his love for English woman Ruth Williams, and the attempts by the acting leader of Seretse's people, his uncle Tshekedi, and the British colonial government to thwart a black African leader marrying an English woman who happened to be white (Under Construction).
Administrative Humbuggery
(Well, some of it may be interesting!) (Honest!) (Oh, come on, tell me I've not wasted my bloody time!)
What I'm hoping To Do
If you're still maintaining some interest (!!!), this is a typically verbose explanation of what I hope to do.
I hope to look at both new and old fiction, generally crime-related, but perhaps not always, and give a run-down on content and quality. I may look at other media as well, particularly, I guess, TV and film.
I'm a long-winded old turd, so my reviews may be overly long for people in the modern age, although I note plenty of people manage to wade through much more verbose reviews in both the New York and London Reviews of Books. Well, maybe not much more verbose, but a little more. For this reason, I hope to give both a short(er) review (OK, but I'm doing my best, bloody whinger) for those in a hurry to die, and a longer one (but still about 20 pages shorter than my finest draft) for those with nothing better to do in their elongated lives. I will try and focus on books and other media that may interest people who like the Mma Ramotswe novels. However, although I most certainly would not classify the Mma Ramotswe novels as "cosies", I note that as it's rare for me to like "cosies", it's unlikely many of them will be reviewed. Mind you, plenty of people would regard the Mma Ramotswe books as cosies, but as they're wrong, in my ever-so-humble opinion, I don't give a toss. And raspberries galore to those misguided folk. By the way, that's not intended to be a comment on either cosies, their authors, or those who read them. They're a perfectly valid form of literature, and if people enjoy them, |
then that's fine. It just so happens that, on the whole, I don't. Although, as with everything, there are exceptions. Blah, blah, blah, I don't really mean it, nope, it's all crap, blah blah, blah ... What. It's published? Oh, bugger, how do I delete it? You don't know ... oh, poop.
Another style I don't like are what I regard as "nasty" books. I'm no prude, in either any sense of the word, or to any degree (no, I'm fuckin' well not, you arsehole), but I can't stand books that force me to read through great swathes of the author's sexual and violence fantasies, often combined. If you want to have a brief look at what I mean, pirate a copy of one of Eric Van Lustbader's early novels - I don't know about his later ones, as it's probably around 30 years since I last bothered to even look at a cover of one of them. Don't bother paying for one if you don't reckon you'll like it. In my ever-so humble opinion they're unutterably horrible, albeit very excitingly written (!?). But I didn't enjoy them. I didn't ... oh, stop it. you bumsucker. But, if you look at a pirated copy and decide you like it, if you don't then pay for a copy you're a turd, because you're stealing the author's work, and the work of everyone employed in its publication. And, of course, if that's the kind of thing you like, that's your business. I'm not meaning to condemn either Lustbader, his books, or those who read them. I just don't. I hate them. As if that wasn't already more than obvious. |
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