C. P. O. Carroll

Tired, formulaic pap

Revisado: 01-17-25

What a sad ending for the ironman of Israeli intelligence! He is jealous of the local bartender who has eyes for his wife who is getting more beautiful with each book, and who is always engaged in making superb meals which flood the room with delicious aromas. The brilliant violin virtuoso is back and engages in sophomoric seductive badinage with Gabriel, who ignores her copulative innuendos because he is worried that his wife is having it off with the bartender. Then there is the other reliable trope, snotty Brits who like to have "luncheon" at Claridges, with excellent wines lovingly recounted and who have names like Dimbleby. The women are all ridiculously gorgeous and dress in haute couture which is described in unnecessary detail by the novelist who seems to have developed a keen interest in high fashion.
O Orestes, to what low ruin hast thou fallen

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Crisp, no frills prose.

Revisado: 11-11-24

Harris makes the besotted PM sympathetic while giving fresh insights into the Great War. Superb narration

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vaccine , what vaccine??

Revisado: 03-11-24

Too many irrelevant segues. I actually wanted to learn about vaccines not Marcel Proust's family

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no story

Revisado: 03-08-24

No story, no history, only the incomprehensible babbling of the protagonist. A useful exercise for a young student of old and middle english. A complete dud as an audiobook

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generic autocracy

Revisado: 12-11-23

Welcome to Dystopia. Without context one dystopia is as good as another. Some, ANY, context would lend believability to the story. And Ireland!! For gods sake, anywhere but Ireland. Just doesn't ring true. Critics laud the absence of a back story claiming that this nasty autocratic, villainous government could apply to any nasty villainous government anywhere. That's the problem!
The writing is also marred by "overmetaphorization". If one metaphor is good then two or three is better. Every item is encrusted with frilly prose which is distracting and slows the pace of the narrative

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I HAVE HAD ENOUGH PROUST

Revisado: 08-23-23

PROTECT ME FROM THIS TYPE OF ENDLESS SELF SPELUNKING. I THINK THEY CALL IT LITERATURE. I WADED THROUGH PROUST BECAUSE I HAD TO BUT NO MORE!!

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what story?

Revisado: 10-20-22

A great example of the curse of modern writers...too many words. Whatever story there is is suffocated, strangled, submerged, overwhelmed, inundated, clobbered senseless by redundant language. Know what I mean?

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PUZZLING

Revisado: 09-09-22

A most peculiar book! The enigmatic Ms Finch utters sophomoric aphorisms that her students deem to be "deep". Then a rambling, somewhat entertaining, discourse on monotheism vs paganism and the "apostate" Julian. Not quite sure what the other Julian had in mind when he wrote this book

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if only...

Revisado: 09-04-22

If only the central character was likeable instead of being an insufferable bore who dispenses mosaic imperatives and apocalyptic utterances in lieu of ordinary speech. I wouldn't follow him to the Ritz Carlton on Maui

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Evil explained....NOT!

Revisado: 06-23-22

If you are seeking a deep psychological insight into the mind of a monstrous psychopath you will not find it here. Heydrich's wife is vacuous and shallow and offers no clues to the mindset of the Butcher of Prague. The book only reinforces Arendt's observation on "the banality of evil"

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