A rollicking good read with as much substance and enjoyment as a bag of cheese puffs. This isn't a vampire book - it's more of a pastiche life of LincA rollicking good read with as much substance and enjoyment as a bag of cheese puffs. This isn't a vampire book - it's more of a pastiche life of Lincoln. I'll admit a certain amount of unease in watching the tragic life of a great man altered fir sport, but it wasn't enough to keep me from wanting to finish the book.
This volume contains 0% of your daily recommended thoughtful discourse intake, but should prove as adequate as a gourmet icecream treat after a good meal.
When they create a screenplay from this, they'll have to create a plot first. I should like to see what they come up with....more
This is a first-class, five-starred truely AWFUL book. Seriously. But if you're a fan of vampire books, you do have to read this sooner or later. It sThis is a first-class, five-starred truely AWFUL book. Seriously. But if you're a fan of vampire books, you do have to read this sooner or later. It should take you about a half hour.
Dracula has an encounter with a buxom farmgirl one night that starts out as dinner and ends with a show. Nine months later, said barmaid shows up at Castle Dracula with daddy, a shotgun, and a vampire baby girl. One snarl and barmaid and daddy (sans shotgun) head for the hills, leaving baby vampire girl in the care of a smitten papa who can deny her nothing.
She grows up, it's the swinging sixties, and she brings the 'dead look' to the party fashionistas.
This is so bad, you have to read it. And then you can say you have and move on to something more important, like emptying the garbage.
I'd loved the Sharpe series on TV, but hadn't dipped into the books. I'd even downloaded a digital sample of Agincourt from Amazon for the iphone KindI'd loved the Sharpe series on TV, but hadn't dipped into the books. I'd even downloaded a digital sample of Agincourt from Amazon for the iphone Kindle app, read the first few pages, then passed.
But then came an NPR interview with Cornwell about his upcoming new Saxon series novel . . . and I decided to go back and take a look at Agincourt. What intrigued me was that a man who had made his fortune on series novels wrote a one-off. Oh the lead character is interesting enough to go series and Cornwell said he may come back to revisit Nicholas Hook, archer, at THE archery battle in history, but the knowledge that this book was meant to be complete unto itself intrigued me.
I confess that my knowledge of Agincourt is limited to the significance of the battle in the history of the great to-and-from between England and France in a period of time when opportunities for bodily cleanliness were neither common nor commonly sought . . . not so much. After having read Cornwell's book, I think I have a better grasp on both the battle and its significance to military history, as well as to the period.
War is hell and Cornwell does a solid job in convincing you that no matter hopw bad war is now, it was infinitely worse for the boots on the ground back in the day when the long bow was the height of military technology. I suspect that after having read Agincourt, I'd have a fair chance of running a siege against a town of that period, because I now understand the viewpoint of the seiger and the beseiged, the weapons at hand, and the dangers involved.
The book avoids becoming pedantic by providing the reader with main characters who maintain a moral abiguity, although who would consider themselves good people if pushed for a judgment. There's a dearth of women, but the women who are present (and there are is at least one main character of the female persuasion) are important to the plot. Even the bat-shit insane recurring villain of the piece seems in step with this society. You can believe these people were real and that they lived in this well-delineated harsh existence in which upward-mobility more often than not meant being hanged by the neck from the nearest tree.
A friend of mine told me recently that she doesn't want to read books in which people are dirty. There's a lot of dirt in this book, along with blood, and horrible injuries, and bad decisions. This isn't a romance, it's a you-are-there moment in literature where you gain an appreciation for the people who used the weapons you see in the Leed's armory museum. You understand why they did what they did and you're very, very glad that you didn't have to be there at the time.
Which, one supposes, is a very good thing for an author to have accomplished. Thank you, NPR, for making me take a second look at this book....more