Richard Grant and his girlfriend were living in a shoebox apartment in New York City when they decided on a whim to buy an old plantation house in the Mississippi Delta. Dispatches from Pluto is their journey of discovery into this strange and wonderful American place. On a remote, isolated strip of land, three miles beyond the tiny community of Pluto, Richard and his girlfriend, Mariah, embark on a new life. They learn to hunt, grow their own food, and fend off alligators, snakes, and varmints galore.
Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, and Moses; Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John; The Lord's Supper and the Lord's Prayer; The Good Samaritan, the Parable of the Sower, and 12-step recovery programs all make an appearance in this amazing scriptural expository of the Myers-Briggs personality types. (And believe it or not, Captain Kirk, Scotty, Bones, and Spock pop in to make important points as well!) You'll feel as though you're staring into the mirror of your life.
"Feast for the intellect"
Here are the very personal diaries of Richard E. Grant's debut behind the camera, as writer and director of his autobiographical movie of the same name.
It is both a fascinating insight into the intrigues and agonies he encounters along the way, and also a deeply moving portrait of his childhood and his love affair with Swaziland, where he was born and brought up during the last throes of the British Empire.
"Wonderful listen. Read by an actor's actor."
Richard E Grant is a man renowned for playing the more narcissistic, menacing, and deranged characters in television and film, so when BookD got the opportunity to record the guy and ask him about his reading of Conn Iggulden’s new book, Conqueror, I was surprised - but was it pleasant?
The jaguar known as El Jefe - The Boss - was almost certainly born in the Sierra Madre of northwest Mexico. Chris Bugbee, a wildlife biologist who knows El Jefe better than anyone, guesses that his birthplace was in the 70-square-mile Northern Jaguar Reserve in the state of Sonora. A team of American and Mexican conservationists do their best to protect the dwindling jaguar population there, and it’s within range of the Arizona border, where El Jefe made his fateful crossing into US territory.
The worse it gets, as I wade through the Great Dismal Swamp, the better I understand its history as a place of refuge. It was the dense, tangled hostility of the swamp and its enormous size that enabled hundreds, perhaps thousands, of escaped slaves to live here in freedom. We don’t know much about them, but we know they were out here, subsisting in hidden communities, and using almost nothing from the outside world.