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Book reviews
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Nobody Hurt In Small Earthquake – Michael Green
Towards The End Of The Morning – Michael Frayn
A Crooked Sixpence – Murray Sayle
Monday Mourning – Kathy Reichs
The Group – Mary McCarthy
Fear And Loathing In Fitzrovia – Paul Willetts
The Daughter Of Time – Josephine Tey
The Man Who Wasn’t There: A Life Of Ernest Hemingway – Richard Bradford
The Maltese Falcon — Dashiell Hammett
Hemingway: The Postwar Years And The Posthumous Novels – Rose Marie Burwell
To Have And Have Not - Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway: a biography — Mary Dearborn
The True Gen - Denis Brian
For Whom The Bell Tolls - Ernest Hemingway
Running With Bulls — Valerie Hemingway
The Sea — John Banville
Mrs Hemingway — Naomi Wood
Saturday — Ian McEwan
Berlin Game — Len Deighton
Decline And Fall — Evelyn Waugh
The Colour — Rose Tremain
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Film reviews
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Once Upon A Time In The West
Mulholland Drive
The Gentlemen
A Time To Kill
The Irishman
The Revenant
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Sunday, 29 September 2013
Reunited after all these years, though sadly not with the girl, but the song which consoled me
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It was 1983 or 1984 (almost 30 years ago I realise to my horror as I write this), and I had just moved into my own house, a small two-bedroo...
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
Who wants to buy a new motor? Not me, though I might well have done by now when I tot up the dough my cars have cost me in just under a month
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It is a standing joke in my family that I have a fatal attraction for duff motors (as in cars). There is a some truth in that, but I would l...
Saturday, 31 August 2013
An unexpected but very, very pleasant sentimental journey. I won’t say ‘to my roots’ because that would be bollocks, but there was something of that about it. And a rather odd tale as to why my father was nicknamed The Spy (Der Spion) by my many relatives in that part of the woods.
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I don’t think I’ve yet really done justice to my trip to Germany in what I’ve written. OK, so my stay there was extended from just three day...
My how time passes (or from baby poo to first driving lesson)
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Altogether now: aahhh, isn’t it sweet. Well, it is for me. Not many months ago, it seems, I was wiping my baby daughter’s arse, then putting...
Monday, 26 August 2013
The joy of breaking down and needing a new starter motor while abroad, but thank the Lord for relatives, even if most of them are several times removed
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In Germany, though as things have turned out, in Germany for rather longer than I had planned. My niece, my sister’s oldest child, was marri...
Wednesday, 21 August 2013
Let’s hope the US courts see sense and let off Bradley Manning with nothing more serious than a slap on the wrist and the advice next time to look before he leaps
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UPDATE (on Aug 22): I understand that Bradley Manning was sentenced to 35 years, but could be out within ten, and that he now feels he is re...
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
Turn down the sneering, the natives are restless. Or why Frey and Henley are as good as Fagen and Becker any day (and aren’t quite as up themselves to boot)
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I’ve long liked Steely Dan and I also like The Eagles, though I have heard far more - well, everything Steely Dan have recorded, but not eve...
Thursday, 15 August 2013
Stupidity (or how do you make a bad situation ten times worse? Ask us here in the ‘developed’ West. We can give you chapter and verse, whether you like it or not)
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There is a good case to be made that one can forgive most things except stupidity. Actually, there are one or two other things which one fee...
Friday, 9 August 2013
Wagner gets a Brownie point, Tchaikovsky gets a load more, Brahms – well, who was Brahms except, apparently, the third B? - and me, well I’m still wondering just how English I am
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It’s was off to St Endellion last night for the penultimate concert of the St Endellion Summer Festival with the aunt with whom I stay when ...
Thursday, 1 August 2013
In which I drop the pose and ask: Marriage? Is your’s pretty shitty too? Read on
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I have sometimes complained in the past that in this ’ere blog I have painted myself into a corner, that after I started it as a kind of dig...
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