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What BOOK are you reading right now?

 
 
ehBeth
 
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Reply Sun 21 Aug, 2005 07:31 pm
The Sweet Potato Queens Book of Love.

I picked up the first 3 books yesterday and am dying dying dying as I read the first one.

Very Happy

Offical site ... http://www.sweetpotatoqueens.com/spq/
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Sun 21 Aug, 2005 07:53 pm
Haven't looked at the link yet, but like the title, ehBeth.

I'm just finished The City of Your Final Destination by Peter Cameron - said to have observations that ring like porch chimes. Yes, well, I don't know about porch chimes, and besides, mine don't right through the house - the book held my interest. Not, as usual with a book I like, for everyone. Some poor sap goes to Uruguay to research a biography (those not the words of the reviewers). I see Francine Prose liked it too, so I must be on the right track.


edit, oops, Francine liked another book by Cameron. Well, still, I didn't waste my time, but I like this sort of book.
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littlek
 
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Reply Sun 21 Aug, 2005 08:01 pm
Ha! That looks like a good read, Beth!

Here's a sweet potato queen:

http://www.sweetpotatoqueens.com/spq/img/tall_jill2.gif
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Sun 21 Aug, 2005 08:11 pm
I think I originally heard the phrase about 4 or 5 years ago from Diane.

Or maybe I'm hallucinating.

In either case, a crazy change from the reading I'd been doing.
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kickycan
 
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Reply Sun 21 Aug, 2005 08:29 pm
Well, I finished "Haunted", by Chuck Palahniuk. Not very memorable.

Today I picked up this gargantuan book (over a thousand pages--I hope I am up to the task) by David Foster Wallace called "Infinite Jest." Anybody read this thing? It looks very promising.
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littlek
 
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Reply Sun 21 Aug, 2005 08:42 pm
I started a collection of shorts (scifi) by Ben Bova
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Gargamel
 
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Reply Mon 22 Aug, 2005 07:48 am
Kicky,

You're in for, well, tedious reading that may or may not pay off. Opinions vary.

I probably won't ever read Infinite Jest. At times Foster Wallace is too self-consciously clever. That being said, I LOVE his collection of short stories called "Girl With Curious Hair," particularly the title story, which I think you would dig.

Not that I'm telling you to give up on Infinite Jest. Give it a shot. I just hope you like footnotes.
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AllanSwann
 
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Reply Mon 22 Aug, 2005 11:24 am
Just finished "Citizen Hughes", a 1985 book focusing on the last 10 years of Howard Hughes life from his move to the Desert Inn Hotel in Las Vegas in Thanksgiving 1966 to his death in 1976. This book had copies of all these handwritten memos from Hughes to his then right-hand man, Robert Maheu and depicts a fascinating story (much more so than "The Aviator", IMO) detailing a series of events that led directly to Watergate and Nixon's resignation. It's a bit complicated but it led through Hughes' hiring Larry O'Brien immediately after RFK's assasination, his illegal payoffs to Nixon (and also O'Brien) which caused Nixon (through John Mitchell) to authorize the 2nd break in of the Watergate (not to find out the Dems dirty secrets but to find out if O'Brien knew Nixon got money from Hughes). There are fascinating sidetrips down Hughes' demented roads in which he tried to offer both Johnson and Nixon a million dollars to halt nuclear bomb testing in Nevada and came within a hair of buying the ABC television network because he was appalled about an episode of the Dating Game. Riveting reading showing the amazing ripple-effect Hughes' dementia had on America.
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Synonymph
 
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Reply Tue 23 Aug, 2005 01:59 pm
The Almond: The Sexual Awakening of a Muslim Woman by Nedjma.
Publishers Weekly wrote:
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kickycan
 
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Reply Tue 23 Aug, 2005 03:39 pm
Gargamel wrote:
Kicky,

You're in for, well, tedious reading that may or may not pay off. Opinions vary.

I probably won't ever read Infinite Jest. At times Foster Wallace is too self-consciously clever. That being said, I LOVE his collection of short stories called "Girl With Curious Hair," particularly the title story, which I think you would dig.

Not that I'm telling you to give up on Infinite Jest. Give it a shot. I just hope you like footnotes.


I'm starting to see what you mean.
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nimh
 
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Reply Tue 23 Aug, 2005 04:53 pm
I just finished Ballad of the Whiskey Robber: A True Story of Bank Heists, Ice Hockey, Transylvanian Pelt Smuggling, Moonlighting Detectives, and Broken Hearts, by Julian Rubenstein.

It's the unbelievable story of a Hungarian Romanian no-good kid with a heart of gold from modest upbringing, who fled to Hungary (yes, to Hungary) just before the fall of communism to become, on will power alone, the goalie for the UTE ice hockey team - be it in what "may have been the worst performance by a goaltender in the history of hockey". What catapulted him into history, however, was his sideline of bank robberies.

Using the opportunity offered by a rudderless society facing a brave, new capitalist world, one in which newly acquired FBI partners uselessly recommended witness interview databases to a robbery department that posessed one "hand-me-down computer made from mismatched parts and connected to an outlet whose current was occasionally shut down because of the delinquency status of the building's electric bill", Attila Ambrus just walked into a post office, politely asked for the money, kissed the teller's hand and brightly went on his way. He didn't get much per heist even when he moved on to banks, but with eight robberies in 1993, four in 1996, six in 1997 and, at the top of his fame, another five in 1999, he quickly became single-handedly responsible for half of the bank robberies in post-communist Budapest. What's more, he became a folk hero.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly what made Ambrus or, as he soon was lovingly nicknamed after his favourite drink, a viszkis, the Whisky Robber, the country's favourite bad boy. Perhaps it was his consistently courteous behaviour, at one point bringing a rose for the bank clerk. Perhaps his pluck, seemingly exhibited in robbing the same locations time and again, the employees of which soon knew the routine (in fact, he kept robbing them because he'd cleverly mapped out which locations were the easiest to do). Perhaps it was his defiance in not wearing any gloves, "perhaps assuming, the police inspector feared, that the robbery department's crack staff wouldn't be able to come up with a single fingerprint suitable for analysis. (Which, of course, it hadn't.)"

More likely, it was the very fact that his loot was always modest, placed against the background of a postcommunist body politic that swiftly went to rot. When, as if to add insult to injury, the police official who was nicknamed "The 12 Percent" for the share he took of everything was eventually promoted to Minister of Interior right after the main figure in an expansive corruption affair in the highest circles walked away free, it was easy to see the Viszkis as a latter-day Robin Hood. Hardly a leftwing paper, Magyar Hirlap ended up devoting an editorial to him called The Hero of Our Time, the Bank Robber, noting that "In a time bereft of morality, can anyone regard the deeds of the Whiskey Robber as a crime? [People] understand that they are locked out of the privileged class, which can do anything without punishment. Attila Ambrus had the courage to make an attack against this unjust system. He didn't rob a bank. He just performed a peculiar redistribution of wealth, which differs from that of the elite only in method."

This, of course, was bollocks. Attila was affable but no idealist: he was in it for the money and, ever more, the kick and the fame. That Clash song could have been about him: "Daddy was a bankrobber / but he never hurt nobody / he just liked to live that way / and he loved to take your money". The only Hungarian rapper of his time, Gangsta Zoli, did make a song about him, an instant hit. Sports supporters started chanting his name. Women swooned over his tales. When the police finally went full out after him, it found that not only could noone give the officers a lead, everyone they interviewed told them that even if they had seen the man, they wouldn't tell them. Hey, in a year (1996) in which the mafia had thirty car bombs "going off like fireworks around the capital", Ambrus was positively lovable.

Plus, he turned out to be a natural media talent. One who made sure to schmink and dress himself up to look like the hapless police chief during one robbery. Who, during another one, left a boxed empty whiskey bottle with hand-written greetings for the police chief's chief. Suddenly, US-based Sports Illustrated was reporting about the criminal feats of "one of the best goalies in his country's top league". A viszkis was achieving myth status, and he relished it. His popularity even drove the police to try deflating his appeal by putting out (false) stories about how he was gay.

Ambrus finally was somebody. Only problem was, he couldn't take any credit for it. "Of all things, his career choice required a commitment to the one he'd spent a lifetime running from: anonymity". The credit only came after he was caught. And got his live TV interview. And a bunch more. When he arrived in jail as a hero: "Attila couldn't remember when he'd felt so welcome." An MP spoke up for him in Parliament. If he'd come ten years later, he'd probably ended up in a reality TV show. Now, he entered history, through a unique window of opportunity offered by the confluence of conditions in immediate postcommunism.

Of course, for that he first had to break jail, the first one to ever escape from the one he'd been imprisoned in. And then, be recaptured again.

In short, this is a hell of a story. One that can easily be read as a peephole into the whole damned, amazing mess of that time.

Two things about this book, apart from that. One: it is diligently researched. Rubinstein, who's never written a book before, spent three years investigating the story. His access is impressive. He conducted many interviews with the humilated police chief, Attila's ex-girlfriend, his teammates, his accomplices. While Ambrus was allowed one hour-long private visit a month, which friends and ex-girlfriends took on rotation, Rubinstein spent twelve full days with him. The photos in the book are nonchalantly labelled as stemming from Ambrus' own archive, that of his ex-girlfriend or the Budapest Police Department.

Two: it is, especially in the beginning, excruciatingly badly written. The opening sentence alone merits a prize for possibly the worst opening sentence ever written:

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The sweet smell of a triple-creme torta hung in the air like a good idea.

Wanting to impress the many interesting cutesie historic details of that quaint country Hungary on the reader, Rubinstein again and again falls into the trap of injecting irrelevant tourist guide factoids in unwieldy sentences, the worst of which is possibly this one on page 18:

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Walking in the opposite direction of the statue-filled Heroes' Square, where Chief Arpad and the seven other founding fathers of Hungary rode stone horses, Attila passed the renowned Muvesz cafe and confectionary, whose patrons debated the merits of democracy while employing aluminium spoons to shovel sugar into their espressos; the nineteenth-century Opera Pharmacy, where pitchers of water sat on the counters for those who couldn't wait to take their medication; and the neoclassical State Opera House, roosted atop a swath of marble steps, behind a statue of Liszt.

For flaming sake, an editor, my kingdom for an editor! And you thought my posts were bad. After the perfect cover and lay-out, such sloppiness in the actual writing was a bit of a come-down.

But to be fair, whether it's because the story is too fascinating to be distracted from or because Rubinstein himself starts writing better as the narrative picks up speed, none such nonsense bothered me much anymore later in the book. Just had to bite through it.

Here's the Amazon page on the book.
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Tue 23 Aug, 2005 05:47 pm
Sounds like my kind of book, even with the first sentence.

I read part of a book a while ago, titled, I think, Prague, set in Budapest. I rather liked it, but it got waylaid for some other book, and in my neverending packing and disposing of late, it got shipped to book nirvana, the salvation army.

I'll look it up on amazon on see if anyone else in the world has read it..
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Tue 23 Aug, 2005 06:02 pm
Here we go, on Prague (Budapest)

Prague the book
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Able2Believe
 
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Reply Thu 25 Aug, 2005 08:49 am
Naked by David Sedaris-- a brilliant comedic writer
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Sat 27 Aug, 2005 07:31 pm
God Save the Sweet Potato Queens


http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/2980/640/queens.jpg



I think I wanna go to Mississippi.
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Setanta
 
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Reply Sat 27 Aug, 2005 07:35 pm
ehBeth wrote:
God Save the Sweet Potato Queens


http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/2980/640/queens.jpg



I think I wanna go to Mississippi.


Here's an image that might work better . . .


http://www.sweetpotatoqueens.com/SPQ/gallery/pilot/full/100-0022_IMG.jpg
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Sat 27 Aug, 2005 07:36 pm
Miss Brenda and I NEED to get some tiaras and hit the road.

Miss Cleo and Miss Brenda already have the right hair colour.
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bermbits
 
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Reply Sun 28 Aug, 2005 06:55 pm
Finished Koontz's "Velocity." It's an edgy read, a bit disturbing (for me, that's saying something), but I liked it. A new Klavan awaits: "Dynamite Road."
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Sun 28 Aug, 2005 07:47 pm
Corelli's Mandolin

I'm reading and enjoying Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres. Back when I finish it...
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Mr Stillwater
 
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Reply Sun 28 Aug, 2005 08:59 pm
House of Saud, House of Bush...

http://houseofbush.com/book.jpg

There are only two 'businesses' in Saudi Arabia; the House of Saud, that rules it and the House of BinLadin/Laden. The Bushes and all of their cronies have been in bed with them for so long that they are just the US branch of the 'family'. Scarey stuff!
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