I have just finished part I. I look forward with great anticipation to parts 2 3 and 4. All I can say is, I look forward to every minute I can get back to Alice, her marvelously well-drawn, nefarious cousins, the equally carefully drawn Mr. Grey and Alice's father, and of course, the Aunts.
Simon Vance, one of the great narrators of this world, does a magnificent job. He's got the characters down pat, and all the various accents in place.
Too many to elucidate. However, there's isa marvelous scene that comes to mind. It is between John, one of the nefarious cousins, and Mr. Scrooby, a lawyer, and a publican, whose name eludes me. The lowliest, the publican, outfoxes them all in ways financial. Very satisfying, if nefarious in every way possible.
There's a marvelous scene between John, one of the nefarious cousins, and Mr. Scrooby, a lawyer, and a publican, whose name eludes me. The lowliest, the publican, outfoxes them all in ways financial. Very satisfying, if nefarious in every way possible.
Too many too elucidate
No way. Not possible, but if it were, it would be an insult to this great author.
Trollope, as opposed to Dickens, is never boring. His characters are real souls, never plainly good or evil, and always interesting. They have views, but do not preach.
Trollope himself, on the other hand, has views. They come as little nuggets when least expected and are a joy to hear or read. They are written with irony sometimes, other times just a pithy, mind-opening morsel I find I must jot down so they can be recalled, when, as is often, I am at a loss to summon the words I need. Trollope fills many gaps.
When one thinks of this man’s childhood and early manhood, unloved and uncared for as he was, it is a miracle we have him. He even uses his talented, hardworking, Mother, who was also a very successful aruthor, as a rather heroic character in his own books. She, preferring his elder brother, abandoned and neglected him mercilessly, taking his sibling on a successful American tour; leaving him shoeless and starving at the mercy of his absent father. Through all this, laughed at and outcast, he managed to get to school and educated and became the forgiving, gentle, great author we know and love.
I wrote a reveiw of Breakfast With Buddha and am dlighted to say the the second installment holds up.
The same wonderful characters, another "road trip", and more adventures culinary, geographically and spiritual.
I await impatiently for Dinner With Buddha and wonder how R.M. will handle Otto Ringling in his new persona.
Was so surprised by this book. I wasn't expecting to be carried away by it, but I was. I found myself creating bookmarks; fourteen of them to be exact. I am an atheist with a strong belief in love. I can't bear "religion" and the horrors that the have been rendered in its name. Breakfast With Buddha is a lovely fairytale, a wonderfully written and narrated morality play. It makes one feel good and I loved it.
So much fun. Actor skill nonpareil. Wonderful Brit Nonsense. Reminiwcent of Hitchhiker's Guides ....
Wonderful writing, and wonderful narration by the author. I enjoyed every minute. The story's about a thirty something young woman known simply as The Wife and is told io the first person. Her character is richly developed as is that of her husband and child and the intricate feelings and Evers which ensue. The language is sparse, muscular really, which gives the story it's strength.
One doesn't expect a movie star to be able to be both wise and a fine writer and then put the two together into a fine short memoir. Jane Fonda does both brilliantly. She takes a good look at the times in which she spent her youth and a good look at herself in those times.
It took her some time to digest the realities of her world, but when she did she didn't shove the knowledge away, as so many of us did, but set out to do something about it.
Read Don Katz's (he's the founder of Audible) interview with her. He says it better than I can.
Wow! What a joy this book is and wonderfully read to us by Michael Kramer. I now very much want to visit to Gettysburg.
Gabor Boritt gives full credit to Garry Wills (I made sure of that before I bought the book) who wrote "Lincoln At Gettysburg". Boritt gives us the full spectrum between Wills' scholarship and the various contradictory tales of the original origin of the great dedication.
Like it or not you find yourself, with Honest beloved Abe, placed in Gettysburg in 1863.
There's not a dull moment. What I found very interesting and embarressing to myself, was how great is the Edward Everett speech. In my ignorance I had always assumed it to be a "rant". It appears (could it be in its entirety, perhaps as an appendix?) at the end. I have never have been able to READ through it, but listening to it makes all the difference. I think not being able to see all that close packed prose makes it easy and wonderful. Sorry, but there it is.
In his two hour dissertation Everett describes minutely the 3 day horror, the causes of the War, and what is "rebellion" and what is not.
Furthermore, he makes clear how lucky we were and are, as a nation, to have had President Lincoln there at that time. He was such a great and gentle politician. For example, he always referred to the Confederates as "rebels" rather than "traitors" which a less wise man might have done. Nothing in this book is superficial and much new about this great President is brought to light.
I can't stop listening to it.
Great characters. Important message. The different narrators for different characters works well. The characters grow on you. I found myself nearly in tears (good tears) at the end, which rarely happens with me. Wonderful writing. I hated it to end.
Fine writing as always, but nothing but gratuitous nastiness. Everyone you like is hit with coincidental disaster. No reason for it. People of no account undo all those of account. And no retribution. Everyone gets wiped out. Why such meanness, Barbara?
Not a dull moment and uproarious too. Cast of characters wonderfully acted by actors of repute as well, as may surprise you, intelligence.
Having heard about The Cricket On The Hearth endlessly all my childhood, but somehow not having read or had read to me the book itself, it has been a special Christmas treat. Thank you Mr. Cricket for all your good deeds.
Wonderfully intricate and fanciful plot. The usual marvelously Dickensian cast of characters: mistakes made, rectified and the grand unexpected ending where all comes out as one would wish.
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