I am a huge fan of movies like Sphere and Event Horizon, and this is true to the description as "the Shining in space". It's the Titanic meets Event Horizon meets the Mary (Marie?) Celeste mystery all wrapped up into a good length, great story. Highly recommend! My only complaint would be the main character's "abilities" are never fully explained for explored. A small, splitting hairs complaint, however.
The distressed mind provides a general overview of psychiatry, although certain parts of this text are outdated and modern science has refuted them, the text does allude to this possibility occurring in the (then) future.
Brown's writing initially starts off as what can be seen as a defensive stance on the legitimacy of psychiatry and psychology as respected scientific fields and branches out into the main topics regarding the fields. The detail of the writing itself is not immense but acceptable as the book itself covers a vast variety of topics ranging from Psychiatry's development, Freud/Jung/Alder's takes on psychoanalysis, psychopathology, the nervous system, psychosomatic disorders, et cetera.
The preface of this book is wrong to suggest that the material is centred on psychosomatic disorders as it only composes a mere chapter of the book and is not mentioned within the others.
3/5 Overall slightly ahead of its time in regards …
The distressed mind provides a general overview of psychiatry, although certain parts of this text are outdated and modern science has refuted them, the text does allude to this possibility occurring in the (then) future.
Brown's writing initially starts off as what can be seen as a defensive stance on the legitimacy of psychiatry and psychology as respected scientific fields and branches out into the main topics regarding the fields. The detail of the writing itself is not immense but acceptable as the book itself covers a vast variety of topics ranging from Psychiatry's development, Freud/Jung/Alder's takes on psychoanalysis, psychopathology, the nervous system, psychosomatic disorders, et cetera.
The preface of this book is wrong to suggest that the material is centred on psychosomatic disorders as it only composes a mere chapter of the book and is not mentioned within the others.
3/5 Overall slightly ahead of its time in regards to opinions held about those with known psychological issues but not a very in-depth piece. Great as a memory refresher...
While I did enjoy the world building and careful attention to detail that flowed into the story, at times it was somewhat ponderous and circuitous. The characters introduced in the book are interesting and well written, though the story doesn't delve too deep into any of them or their backstories, mainly due to so many characters being introduced in this initial installment of the series.
More than a few things were a bit contrived and stretched credulity, but the overarching plot and interactions between the character more than make up for it.
The anthropomorphism is also very hard for me to took past. While I initially decided to read the book looking for poetic analogy between trees and humans, I was disappointed to find that the author rather tries to explain natural processes using analogy. This provides no new insight into the nature of humans or trees. Rather, it simplifies research for a much more capable audience. In all, i feel that this book covers a fascinating and important field of enquiry using an inappropriate technique.
¿Cuántas veces nos hemos topado con un “donjuán”? Muchas probablemente. Ese típico macho que domina el arte de la seducción y que logra prendar a todas las mujeres u hombres a su alrededor.
Pues bien, José Zorilla nos presenta de forma magistral a don Juan Tenorio, un hombre que no solo se jacta de su poder sobre las mujeres, sino que además es un timador profesional al que no le tiembla el pulso para enviar al cementerio a quien se interponga en su camino.
El asunto es que todo tiene un precio, y el amor o la necesidad de él le llega a todos, incluso al duro Juan Tenorio, que tarde o temprano debe enfrentar las consecuencias de sus acciones más allá de la justicia terrena y el mito que llegó a crear.
Una gran obra para la posteridad. Me gustó mucho a pesar del formato de teatro poético.
This book provides a great number of tips, insights, and rules to live by if you want to make writing a full-time career. If you’re looking for something short and not too heavy, I recommend it.
Am interesting tale. It would also be fair to say that a story about a man locked in a hotel for 35 years doesn't really go anywhere! Still, an interesting dive into a particulars of the shifting socio-political environment of early communist Russia.
My thanks to Crystal Lake Publishing - I read this as an advance copy.
The book pulled me in quickly. I haven't been in high school in a good many years, but social outcast feelings learned in that environment tend to stick around as memories - and I thought the story did a good job of reinforcing those memories. I developed fast empathy for the POV character (Jeff) and his plight at not only appearing wildly different from all of his fellow students, but also going through physical changes that seemed sure to drive an even larger wedge between him and them.
The first half of the story builds a compelling story: a social outcast bullied for his appearance, the discovery of an ally, budding romantic feelings - all things that add up to good YA fiction. The second half shifts everything into high gear, and characters feel as if …
My thanks to Crystal Lake Publishing - I read this as an advance copy.
The book pulled me in quickly. I haven't been in high school in a good many years, but social outcast feelings learned in that environment tend to stick around as memories - and I thought the story did a good job of reinforcing those memories. I developed fast empathy for the POV character (Jeff) and his plight at not only appearing wildly different from all of his fellow students, but also going through physical changes that seemed sure to drive an even larger wedge between him and them.
The first half of the story builds a compelling story: a social outcast bullied for his appearance, the discovery of an ally, budding romantic feelings - all things that add up to good YA fiction. The second half shifts everything into high gear, and characters feel as if they are acting out: unexpected racism, homophobia, and quickly escalating violence that erupts in a final bloodbath.
I'm left with mixed feelings. I found the horror elements as well-crafted as the setup, but the end result was losing my empathy for the protagonist - I liked the elements of the story, but less so the whole. While I might understand Jeff cracking under the pressure he was forced to endure, I also wanted some reason in the end to find him something more than a monster. Instead, it is a different character who travels that path from monster to redemption - and for him I felt no empathy at all.
I did not expect to dislike this so much, but here we are. I really enjoyed Unkindness of Ghosts, and I loved the premise of this story, so I fully expected to enjoy myself. Whoops. Some of my issues are with the audiobook specifically so I have tried to associate my review with the audiobook version.
Issues with the audiobook:
1) Daveed Diggs does not have a good narration voice. I’m sorry!! I understand why he’s the one who reads it, but I wish they had gone with someone else, preferably a woman. 2) His choice to voice Ori (sp?) like an 80 year old woman contributed to my shock when suddenly there’s a romance between Ori and Yetu. 3) I hate the word “pup” and I had to hear it so many times
Message is simple: Wear a mask. The only pandemic-related book that is unlike the rest. It's colorful, vibrant, and minus the very clear and upfront message throughout, isn't all doom and gloom. Give this a read because it is the one and only covid-19 book that brings brightness to a person's day.
Well, it appears On The Road is no longer my "Most Disliked Critically Acclaimed" book, for The Room has stolen the title. To paraphrase Truman Capote's review of the former, the latter is "less than typing".
I don't know how anyone praises this rambling stream of consciousness that reads like an unedited first draft pulled from the trash bin then thrown back in it once its author sobered up.
If you're looking 12-page violent and explicit-to-the-point-of-fantasy gang rape or a 4-page scene on squeezing a pimple, then pick this up. But it's no more haunting than some incel rant on 4chan (nor better written).
But it's not just the content. The writing style is shit. The (anti-)structure is shit. It's all shit. Maybe people in the 70s thought half-page line indents and ALL CAPS and an abandonment of punctuation was art. That this book is edgy or daring because it's …
Well, it appears On The Road is no longer my "Most Disliked Critically Acclaimed" book, for The Room has stolen the title. To paraphrase Truman Capote's review of the former, the latter is "less than typing".
I don't know how anyone praises this rambling stream of consciousness that reads like an unedited first draft pulled from the trash bin then thrown back in it once its author sobered up.
If you're looking 12-page violent and explicit-to-the-point-of-fantasy gang rape or a 4-page scene on squeezing a pimple, then pick this up. But it's no more haunting than some incel rant on 4chan (nor better written).
But it's not just the content. The writing style is shit. The (anti-)structure is shit. It's all shit. Maybe people in the 70s thought half-page line indents and ALL CAPS and an abandonment of punctuation was art. That this book is edgy or daring because it's so unconventional. It's not. It's just bad.
I only finished reading it in order to lambast it fairly.
Review of 'A Gentleman in Moscow' on 'LibraryThing'
3 stars
I was never able to forgive Nate for being a coward and honestly wished Sam had found a new love interest in England. Because I didn't like Nate, I was never invested in this couple. Some of the secondary London characters show promise though so I might give book 2 a chance.
As a horror lover and frequent reader of historical fiction nothing could pique my interest quicker than a story of witchcraft in the 1700s. It brought to mind the Witch movie by Robert Eggers in that Isabella was not a witch when she was accused and tortured. What she was, was desperate. What wouldn't we do to keep a loved one healthy for a little bit longer? Isabella was desperate to keep her father among the living. She was desperate to be free of an unwanted marriage to a vile and foul excuse for a man. It seems the good and godly people of Blackfriar see nothing wrong in bearing false witness against her, as long as it serves their purpose. When her friends and neighbors turned their backs on her, she found acceptance elsewhere. Together with the Lady of the Hill she will seek her revenge on those who …
As a horror lover and frequent reader of historical fiction nothing could pique my interest quicker than a story of witchcraft in the 1700s. It brought to mind the Witch movie by Robert Eggers in that Isabella was not a witch when she was accused and tortured. What she was, was desperate. What wouldn't we do to keep a loved one healthy for a little bit longer? Isabella was desperate to keep her father among the living. She was desperate to be free of an unwanted marriage to a vile and foul excuse for a man. It seems the good and godly people of Blackfriar see nothing wrong in bearing false witness against her, as long as it serves their purpose. When her friends and neighbors turned their backs on her, she found acceptance elsewhere. Together with the Lady of the Hill she will seek her revenge on those who have tormented her, and I can still hear their screams!
Well, here goes any respect my friends might've had for me: I mostly found it... irritating. It did get better as it progressed, and Towles's writing is exquisite--the main reason I continued reading--but for the most part it just felt heavyhanded. Never actually schmaltz, but too often I felt like Towles was coming awfully close to the baster. Maybe I'm too sensitive; maybe Towles blends in just the perfect hint but, like the merest trace of cilantro to those allergic, it's too much for my palate.
Speaking of palates: our protagonist, Mary Sue I mean The Count, what a palate! Possibly the most discerning and refined one in all of Moscow, eliciting bravos from top chefs. But there's more: he charms his way out of a firing squad; gains the trust of a precocious nine-year-old girl who shows him the deeply hidden secrets of the Hotel; he makes such a …
Well, here goes any respect my friends might've had for me: I mostly found it... irritating. It did get better as it progressed, and Towles's writing is exquisite--the main reason I continued reading--but for the most part it just felt heavyhanded. Never actually schmaltz, but too often I felt like Towles was coming awfully close to the baster. Maybe I'm too sensitive; maybe Towles blends in just the perfect hint but, like the merest trace of cilantro to those allergic, it's too much for my palate.
Speaking of palates: our protagonist, Mary Sue I mean The Count, what a palate! Possibly the most discerning and refined one in all of Moscow, eliciting bravos from top chefs. But there's more: he charms his way out of a firing squad; gains the trust of a precocious nine-year-old girl who shows him the deeply hidden secrets of the Hotel; he makes such a first impression on a haughty movie star that she seduces him then obsesses over him after she departs. He is doggedly sought out by high-level intelligence agents in need of his diplomatic and cultural knowledge. The Fates repeatedly swoop down to rescue him in dire moments of need. The authorial wish fulfillment, in short, is strong in this one. Unfortunately, there isn't that much substance to the characters--any of them--nor the story. I never felt like I understood their inner lives. They all act on cue, responding to external stimuli in accordance with the roles they've been assigned and the backstories we've been shown. They frequently utter profound, insightful Deep Truths--the kind that make this reader pause, reflect, sometimes even feel like underlining--but there's just this ever so slight greeting-card feeling about them. Like the author penned them, perfected them, then built pages of scaffolding around them so they'd sound just right at just the right time. All nice and pat, in much the way that real life tends not to be. Or is that just me?
Then there's the whole (mild spoiler alert) Les Misérables aspect of the second half. It was tender, often moving, but there was something that didn't feel right about it and I think I've just realized what (major spoiler): the Count is no Valjean; the Bishop no Javert. Hugo makes us live his characters, their impossible moral choices, their struggles to do Good. We understand them, feel for them, even suffer with them. Both are driven by powerful inner forces which most of us can intimately relate to. The Count, though, comes off merely as a shallow fop wanting to be admired; the Bishop, a petty bureaucrat much like the Work Preventers I used to deal with at LANL, whose only solace in their sad meaningless lives is the power to say no to anyone trying to do something useful. Towles's beautiful prose notwithstanding, neither really elicits my sympathies. And I think that's what bugs me: the similarities are only superficial. Everything important, everything that makes a Capital-Ess Story, is hollow.
