MP173 wrote:"Burglers Cant be Choosers" by Lawrence Block. Block is one of my favorite authors. In the "burgler" series, he actually makes you like a criminal.
Ed
Fallible wrote:Next on my list is Secrets & Lies, Digital Security in a Networked World, by Bruce Schneier, which though not new, was on a fairly long waiting list from the library, possibly because of recent news stories about hackers and cybersecurity.
VictoriaF wrote:Fallible wrote:Next on my list is Secrets & Lies, Digital Security in a Networked World, by Bruce Schneier, which though not new, was on a fairly long waiting list from the library, possibly because of recent news stories about hackers and cybersecurity.
Hi Fallible,
Great choice of a book!
Victoria
ruralavalon wrote:What do You care What Other People Think?, by Richard P. Feynman.
Includes an interesting discussion of the investigation of the space shuttle Challenger disaster.
quicknss wrote:Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain -- interesting insight into the restaurant business
nisiprius wrote:Uh-oh... my suspended disbelief just crashed. The Racketeer, by John Grisham, p. 289. Tricky plot twists, entertaining page-turner, fifty pages to go and no idea where it's heading. But. The protagonist has a few million dollars in physical gold, cigar boxes full of domino-sized ingots, and is distributing them among safe-deposit boxes, ordinary safe-deposit boxes in ordinary bank branches:
"The lockbox is six inches wide, six inches tall, and eighteen inches long, the largest available when I leased it a month ago for one year, at $300 per."
$300 per year for a safe-deposit box of those dimensions? $22 a year at my bank.
The largest available? Mine has a 10x10 for $60 a year.
nisiprius wrote:Uh-oh... my suspended disbelief just crashed. The Racketeer, by John Grisham, p. 289. Tricky plot twists, entertaining page-turner, fifty pages to go and no idea where it's heading. But. The protagonist has a few million dollars in physical gold, cigar boxes full of domino-sized ingots, and is distributing them among safe-deposit boxes, ordinary safe-deposit boxes in ordinary bank branches:
"The lockbox is six inches wide, six inches tall, and eighteen inches long, the largest available when I leased it a month ago for one year, at $300 per."
$300 per year for a safe-deposit box of those dimensions? $22 a year at my bank.
The largest available? Mine has a 10x10 for $60 a year.
ruralavalon wrote:The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler.
A classic noir detective story, with more plot twists than I had recalled.
Bungo wrote:Recently finished Cormac McCarthy's The Road. Not bad, but it certainly did not live up to the hype. Blood Meridian and the border trilogy are also in my to-read pile; apparently the consensus is that they're better than The Road.
Now reading Roger Lowenstein's Buffett: The Making of an American Capitalist. I'm not very far into it yet - Buffett is currently taking a securities analysis class at Columbia, taught by Benjamin Graham - but so far it's good.
gkaplan wrote:Veil: The Secret Wars of the CIA, 1981-1987 by Bob Woodward. All about the plots and counter-plots, intrigue, and subterfuge in the intelligence community. Theirs and ours. The book really is as much about Bill Casey as it is about the CIA.
hudson wrote:Just released....the latest novel by Nelson Demille...The Panther: The beginning and the end were classic Demille...funny, exciting, and interesting. Most of the middle was not good. I'm a big Demille fan.
Also just released Michael Connelly's Black Box. It was excellent throughout.
Zeppcoustic wrote:Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry
My friends, put aside our postmillennial sensibilities, and try to guess how she does it, if you don't already know. Answer below.*"Your part will be hard. He will come to you, bursting with news and aching to tell you all about his theories and facts and calculations, and you must try to take his mind off the whole thing and make him think of something else. It looks impossible to me."
The smile had come back to Dorothy's face. Her head, graced by its wealth of gleaming auburn hair, was borne proudly, and glancing mischief lit her violet eyes.
"Didn't you just tell me nothing is impossible? You know, Martin, that I can make Dicky forget everything, even interstellar—did I get that word right?—space itself...
The mystery: was "Doc" Smith consciously aware of the ludicrousness? Probably. Jack London was aware of the ludicrousness of an episode in The Sea-Wolf in which a couple, acknowledged "lovers," who have escaped from the evil Wolf Larsen and have literally been cast away on a small island, fashion two separate huts.She took down her violin and played; first his favorites, crashing selections from operas and solos by the great masters, abounding in harmonies on two strings. Then she changed to reveries and soft, plaintive melodies. Seaton listened with profound enjoyment. Under the spell of the music he relaxed, pushed out the footrest of the chair, and lay back at ease, smoking dreamily. The cigar finished and his hands at rest, his eyes closed of themselves. The music, now a crooning lullaby, grew softer and slower, until his deep and regular breathing showed that he was sound asleep.
nisiprius wrote:E. E. "Doc" Smith, The Skylark of Space. The Project Gutenberg version, based on the 1928 publication in "Amazing Stories." I've read it before, probably the later book version. Dunno whether I'll finish it or not, but the guy does have something--amazing how something so comically melodramatic can be so readable.
The avoidance of ess, eee, ex is remarkable, too. 1928? That would have been well after Elinor Glyn's Three Weeks (1907), James Branch Cabell's Jurgen, and James Joyce's Ulysses. In an early scene, the earnest young hero-scientist, Dick Seaton, is overworking himself, and his colleague says to his girlfriend,My friends, put aside our postmillennial sensibilities, and try to guess how she does it, if you don't already know. Answer below.*"Your part will be hard. He will come to you, bursting with news and aching to tell you all about his theories and facts and calculations, and you must try to take his mind off the whole thing and make him think of something else. It looks impossible to me."
The smile had come back to Dorothy's face. Her head, graced by its wealth of gleaming auburn hair, was borne proudly, and glancing mischief lit her violet eyes.
"Didn't you just tell me nothing is impossible? You know, Martin, that I can make Dicky forget everything, even interstellar—did I get that word right?—space itself...
I also noticed the striking similarity between the opening scene, and the opening of Isaac Asimov's early novel, Pebble in the Sky. In The Skylark of Space, an electrochemistry experiment releases "intra-atomic energy" and sends a copper steam-bath shooting violently into outer space. In Pebble in the Sky, a similar experiment releases a laserlike beam that burns a hole in the wall--and, unbeknownst to the scientists, continues on, expanding, and hits a man miles away and sends him into the future.
I suspect I last read this book before 1989, because this time I was also struck by the vague similarity between the electrochemical release of "intra-atomic energy" and Pons and Fleischmann's alleged "cold fusion." In the 1928 novel it is platinum, rather than palladium, that does the trick. It is known that the "atomic bombs" in H. G. Well's 1914 book, The World Set Free inspired Leo Szilard's discoery/invention of chain reaction; I wonder whether Pons and Fleischmann ever had read The Skylark of Space?
*She puts him to sleep by playing the violin.The mystery: was "Doc" Smith consciously aware of the ludicrousness? Probably. Jack London was aware of the ludicrousness of an episode in The Sea-Wolf in which a couple, acknowledged "lovers," who have escaped from the evil Wolf Larsen and have literally been cast away on a small island, fashion two separate huts.She took down her violin and played; first his favorites, crashing selections from operas and solos by the great masters, abounding in harmonies on two strings. Then she changed to reveries and soft, plaintive melodies. Seaton listened with profound enjoyment. Under the spell of the music he relaxed, pushed out the footrest of the chair, and lay back at ease, smoking dreamily. The cigar finished and his hands at rest, his eyes closed of themselves. The music, now a crooning lullaby, grew softer and slower, until his deep and regular breathing showed that he was sound asleep.
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