i loved this one; it takes you back to your dad's chevy woody, your mother's pearls, and your grandmothers crome GE perkulator...relax and enojy. just good stuff.
If you love the smell of snuff in your nostils and the clang of the railways iron against iron, you'll love this book, its rustic verbage fits wonderfully, right along with the deerstalker hat of Sherlock, and the rose pin of Periot. I could smell the tea, tabbacco and smug all the way from London 1902 to Chicago, 2004. Great reads.
you can just smell the stale cigerrett smoke in your nostiles as you listen to this. elliot gould has the manly velvet vioce perfect for a night of Marlow, lucky strikes and a old burbon.
i found his (BW) own thoughts and feelings came out a bit too much; after reading Watergate, and then this, you will know Woodward, which is Essential to understanding his writings and his own influenced feelings in his work. Hmmm, makes one think twice about his... jounalism.
I loved it, an old time mystery that is as involving and wondeorus as a ride in a studabaker, a sip of old scotch, or warm tea. great to relax with at the end of a bad day. ooh yeah!
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