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The autobiography of the founding member of the Provos

dull yet informative

Lack of sympathy mars this study's conclusions

Not to much info here...

Northern California birding trip frustration
A disappointment
Birder's Guide to Northern California

Not what I thougt it was...Judging the book by it's title I had hoped it was about the life of the Northern Paiute prior to white man's arrival. A good book for this purpose is "Indians of The Plateau and Great Basin" by Victoria Sherrow.


An Important Story Atrociously WrittenThis book also exposes the backgrounds of the little darlings of the First Tuesday newsmagazine segment which, CNN "Valley of Death" style, accused British Intelligence of complicity in the 1974 Dublin/Monaghan bombings. Holroyd is revealed to be a heavy drinker with marital problems, a Walter Mitty wannabe despised by everyone with whom he worked. Colin Wallace is revealed to be a jealous husband convicted of manslaughter, a fact not at all surprising given the murderous gleam in his eyes and the cold, hard expression, completely devoid of human empathy, on his face during the First Tuesday interview. The much maligned Bob Nairac, by contrast, was very well liked by his co-workers, who seem to genuinely mourn his loss. The author demolishes Holroyd and Wallace's credibility by pointing out the patent falsehood of their assertions that Bob Nairac "was SAS."
These revelations, however, are unfortunately eclipsed by the horrible style of the author. Every page is packed with run-on sentences and sentence fragments that go nowhere.In other places, it seems that the author simply transcribed each interview he did, word for word, when a lot of them are saying the exact same thing. It would have been far more effective (and palatable to the reader) if the author had instead written what was unique about each interview, and then connected each account by saying "In this regard, Source X is corraborated by Source Y, who also states..." The net effect is that a highly attractive story comes out like a textbook on analytic geometry or organic chemistry; you have to re-read four-fifths of the sentences multiple times before they begin to make any semblance of sense. I cannot speak for the UK, but in North America, such bad writing would merit an F minus, if it were submitted as a kindergarden writing assignment.
The information in this book is extremely important, not only to the Ulster conflict, but to any in law enforcement and anti-terrorism who want to cooperate effectively with other agencies with the aim of effectively neutralising the tangos. It is therefore a tragedy that Yves Lavigne, Carsten Stroud or Jack Holland did not do the writing.


Not worth a re-issueGREAT GRANNY WEBSTER is one such choice. By all accounts, Caroline Blackwood was a fascinating woman: heriess to the Guinness fortune, she counted among her sexual conquests Lucian Freud and Robert Lowell, and was a bewitching raconteur and bon vivant. But she wasn't much of a writer. Blackwood seemed never to have learned the lesson that a good fiction writer must show rather than tell. As a result, in this novel she tells us and tells us and tells us again what a monster the title character is, but Great-Granny Webster herself doesn't actually do much but sit around and show poor hospitality to her guests and relations. Yet still the narrator keeps fulminating against her for crimes mostly implied rather than real; as in Caroline Blackwood's final book, THE LAST OF THE DUCHESS, where she simultaneously weighed in again and again against the Duchess of Windsor's female lawyer, you begin to develop a perverse sympathy for the object of Blackwood's fury.
Even had this book accomplished what it set out to do it wouldn't have been much: the two main characters, Great-Granny Webster and Aunt Lavinia, seem like nothing readers haven't already seen (respectively) in Dickens and Evelyn Waugh. The really interesting story would be to hear who behind the scenes at NYRB brought this dud back into print and under what circumstances: THAT would be a book worth reading.


Strangest book everThere's no plot. Time and location change from sentence to sentence without warning. I had to force myself to keep reading and even then I didn't know what the book was about.
The author seemes to make up words and describe the same thing over and over.
Don't waste your time or money on this one.


not what I expected