A good defense of general skepticism and accessible explanation of the usefulness and limits of forecasting.
Money ball and similar books by Michael Lewis for making data analysis accessible.
Unintentionally hilarious name-dropping which I found more endearing than annoying. Almost like somebody told Mr. Silver to punch it up. Lots of clangingly unnecessary references to the food eaten with smart, successful people. Small price to pay for this book,though.
Dated in an illuminating way. Interesting example of British mid-century racial views. Once they get to Jamaica things get completely ridiculous. Ian Fleming 's fish ignorance is displayed at excruciating, pointless length.
Pat Conroy's books are better with an authentic Chicago accent than a grating bad southern accent. This is a good book with a bad accent. Still enjoyable but I wish the narrator of Death iof Santini narrated all his books.
Loved the story and the narration. This thing cries for adaptation as a miniseries or the English Les Miserables. If they do make it into a musical, I just beg that they do not give Russell Crowe a shot at redemption. His Javier was an abomination. Back to the review: could've used another pass by an editor charged with removing some of the grating idiomatic 20th century English from the dialogue. That a quibble, though. Held my interest for 40 hours and that's really all that matters.
An editor. Fewer run-on sentences. Being able to tell when the sentence is finally, dear god, over.
I didn't know excruciating was a genre.
I only speak ill of the dead.
Any sentence that uses the word "serenest" and the like. Any sentence ending in a preposition. Applying these two rules would turn this into a servicable short story.
I chose this book after finishing All the Great Prizes, the biography of John Hay. Hay was one of Lincoln's two secretaries and lived an astounding life. Henry James was one of his friends and Hay loved this book -- or claimed he did. If sincere, Hay gives bad literary advice.
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