Imperium (1993) Kapuscinski is a hero of mine, Imperium isn't a novel, but a biography of growing up under Moscow Rule and a series of essays and observations. Kapuscinski traveled around the satellite countries of the USSR post collapse of the Berlin Wall. It is the last book of the the 9 books that inspired me to write . Imperium is a travelogue, reportage but more than that; Kapuscinski takes far flung countries and weaves their beauty into...

A big thank you, firstly, to everyone who participated in the ABC virtual reading. There was a brilliant and varied contribution. Also huge thanks to Mark for all the organisation and hosting. This week's Poem of the Week is Di_Hard's ‘jörmungandr’ - such a beautiful and moving poem. https://www.abctales.com/story/dihard/jormungandr This week’s Story of the Week is jxmartin’s latest Corona Log Entry. Always so well written, carefully reporting...

London Rules (2018) London Rules is the 5th novel in Herron's Slow Horses series, and the first book of his I had ever read. After it, I literally bought the whole Jackson Lamb series. It is the penultimate book of the 9 books that inspired me to write . 'Slow Horses' refers to members of MI5 who have for various disciplinary reasons, are moved into Slough House, a dilapidated building in the borough of Finsbury. Its a limbo, far away from the...

Cloaked in happy sunshine the day should bring me a passel of good thoughts but, through the half turned blinds, the filtering rays do not reach me. Shuttered as I am and remotely working in front of a glaring, bright screen computer with movement restricted, I am sunshine deprived. I pop a tablet of Vitamin D, fake sunshine, and realize life as I had known it has ended. I spend too many dark days in a makeshift office working with no one but...

I have ten minutes of spare time. Spare from where? To think about how we come into contact with each other in the modern world takes thinking into abstract worlds of the cathedral and the bazaar. The communal place of worship to the communal place of the market. Everyone at another's pace. I'm thinking about feelings today, take that literally. I am thinking, my linear brain, estimating and calculating on my irrational, responsive emotional...

Kitchen Confidential (2000) I have a framed autograph over my writing desk, signed by Bourdain. I happened to be sitting with my family in the departure lounge of Charles de Gaulle in 2013, after a week in EuroDisney. He too, it turns out ,was flying to Dublin to shoot an episode of his TV show, The Layover . They say you should never meet your heroes, but he was gracious and modest, in a certain light, he had the measured gumshoe cool of a...

Moby Dick (1851) What is left to be said about Moby Dick ? Not much at this stage, In Melville's lifetime it only sold a handful of copies. It wasn't until 1917 as America entered WW1 that the book's popularity took hold. It became a staple read with US troops crossing the Atlantic. Its revival in the early 20th century long after Melville's death earned it the reputation as one of the Great American Novels , I came very late to this book, I...

$5K - 52 Weeks - 20 Penny Stocks One Winner!! Current Status ( -$3,431.09 ) Week - 27 Great Caesar's Ghost! ------------- And I thought this week started out with such promise... --------------------------------- It’s been a pretty dismal week in the world in general. I grew up in the Vietnam war era and the developments in Afghanistan have left me with a pretty sour outlook. The parallels are striking. Both areas have almost never known any...

I’m not a fan of Kazou Ishiguro. I know he’s won the Nobel Prize in Literature and that says something about me, as if I’m lacking in something. And I am. The Remains of the Day . Universally lauded. This more than any other book got Ishiguro his major prize. It was also like Never Let Me Go made into a film. Here’s the thing, I liked the films better than the books and I didn’t like the films much either. Art for Art’s Sake. You know the...

Ingenious Pain (1997) My father died on the 28th of January 1998. No matter what age you are, the death of a parent is a hammer blow; the first crack in the secure pillars of life. Also, not long after, I went through a painful break up. I needed to just get away. I tallied up that I had nearly 30 days leave to use and looked around for a package. By sheer chance, passing a travel agent along Dublin's quays, I saw a three city rail journey from...