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If this is a culmination of the bitters knowledge of the world, then I guess there just isn't that much to know.
But that's fine. Honestly, unless there was a rousing back-story of evil chemists and immortal sex pirates, I'm not sure a long and det...moreIf this is a culmination of the bitters knowledge of the world, then I guess there just isn't that much to know.
But that's fine. Honestly, unless there was a rousing back-story of evil chemists and immortal sex pirates, I'm not sure a long and detailed history of bitters would have been much fun to read anyway.
I certainly learned all I need to know about the creation of bitters as medicinal elixirs and their fundamental importance in the genesis of the cocktail.
Really, the bulk of the book turns out to be a list of drink recipes calling for bitters and a guide to creating your own bitters (and other, less common drink ingredients you're not likely to find on your supermarket shelves like roasted chicken beaks with oak-aged sea cucumber).
I was delighted to learn that I could create a jug of my own passable bitters for less than the price of a used car. And so I have begun the month-and-a-half process of making the lemon bitters. Actually, that reminds me that I need to pull the jar out of the kitchen cabinet and give it the daily shake. We'll see how they turn out. I expect good things.
The drink recipes are interesting. You'll find most of the classics elsewhere, but I enjoyed Parsons' descriptions of them nonetheless. For some reason, cocktail book authors always like to wax poetic about the origins of drinks and how some 1920's movie starlet poured the ingredients down her ample curves under a gleaming moonlight into the hollowed-out head of an Abraham Lincoln ice sculpture in an exclusive and secretive club run by the CIA in the basement of the Empire State Building. But they rarely describe what the drink actually tastes like!
You'll spend a fortune and a week of your life that you'll never get back in order to create some of the modern drinks in listed in the final portion of the book. They're creative and they sound damned interesting. But it's unlikely I'll ever taste any of them.
I give this book four stars for existing. I love obsessive fixations, and cocktail culture is a great place to find them (or form some of your own)!(less)
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So this three star review is actually high praise. I came into this "sci-fi" erotic romance on a lark and with low expectations. Extremely low. And in a lot of ways, those expectations were met. I could quote plenty of cringe-worthy passages (par...moreSo this three star review is actually high praise. I came into this "sci-fi" erotic romance on a lark and with low expectations. Extremely low. And in a lot of ways, those expectations were met. I could quote plenty of cringe-worthy passages (particularly dialog) as an example. But there would be little sport in that.
I'm not interested in the book's failings - which were quite expected. Instead, I'd like to mention some ways in which it did succeed.
First, while most of the writing was about what I'd expected, Anderson occasionally turned out a sentence or paragraph that was quite adequate. The quality sort of waxed and waned through out the book, and it's hard to put a finger on a particular pattern. Suffice it to say that I was occasionally able to simply read the story without being made aware of the words. And that's a good thing.
Second, I would probably bend the book over a barrel for being cliched if it were "serious science fiction" (or "speculative fiction" if you prefer, though I don't). But as a "romance," I did find it to be imaginative. So from that angle, it was a success.
Third, the basic romantic content worked. And I think I'm starting to grasp what makes romance books generally addictive to those who enjoy them. It's hard not to get at least somewhat involved in a story about two people finding love. No matter how flawed it may be, it's hard not to keep turning the pages to make sure the couple finally overcomes the obstacles and live happily ever after.
Finally, I thought Anderson did a great job of building a continuous erotic tension through the length of the book, culminating in some HARD FUCKING. My only complaints here are stylistic. Anderson is good at being descriptive, but could perhaps benefit from the use of a thesaurus for alternatives to "pussy" and "cock." You know, just from an aesthetic standpoint.
Incredibly, I have even higher praise for this book - and I can't believe I'm saying this - I've already started the second entry in the series.(less)
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I think it's safe to say that if you enjoyed the first two books in this series, you'll enjoy this one. Jeff Carlson exercises his completely unique storytelling abilities to good effect in this final volume.
I am left impressed with the scope and de...moreI think it's safe to say that if you enjoyed the first two books in this series, you'll enjoy this one. Jeff Carlson exercises his completely unique storytelling abilities to good effect in this final volume.
I am left impressed with the scope and detail of the series as a whole. I believe the near future is incredibly difficult to write in a convincing way - particularly when it concerns huge, world-changing events. I've read plenty of apocalyptic stories. And don't get me wrong, I have enjoyed most of them. But most would pale alongside the Plague trilogy when measured for a sense of realism.
Mind you, sometimes the balance of realism and "fun" swings one way or the other. And I have often felt that the Plagues swing away from fun more often than not. So I doubt you'd ever hear them described as a "wild romp" or a "rollicking good time." But the story is good and the characters are three-dimensional. And Carlson keeps the velocity high enough to give the story the kinetic energy to push forward.
In short, I persevered. And along the way, I enjoyed the action, the science, and the all-too-real characters.(less)
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Plague War is a solid middle episode of the Plague trilogy. It works for the same reason the first book worked - the constant uphill battle of survival keeps those pages turning.
Surviving the plague is not fun business, and at times, reading about i...morePlague War is a solid middle episode of the Plague trilogy. It works for the same reason the first book worked - the constant uphill battle of survival keeps those pages turning.
Surviving the plague is not fun business, and at times, reading about it wasn't either. As the characters slowly wandered through the desolation, the monotony did set in a bit. Though big in imagination and scope, I credit Carlson for the realism of his situations. I suppose realism isn't always a key element of entertainment, though, and perhaps there are some other elements which could have been injected into the middle portions to liven things up a bit.
Still, Carlson does keep things moving and the world of the machine plague is a changing one. I'm on the third book now and look forward to seeing how all of this works out. If that's not at least one sign of a successful book, I'm not sure what is.(less)
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The Titan missile bases were an engineering marvel. They are also a frightening and sobering reminder of the capabilities of world superpowers.
Chuck Penson has things to say about all aspects of the Titan program, but the vast bulk of the book is ...moreThe Titan missile bases were an engineering marvel. They are also a frightening and sobering reminder of the capabilities of world superpowers.
Chuck Penson has things to say about all aspects of the Titan program, but the vast bulk of the book is strictly technical. It's full of remarkable detail about every system, level, and construction in the underground compound.
Every page has at least one black and white photograph or diagram. The text is very readable and though it's thorough and (I assume) as accurate as it can be, it's been written for a the layman. The base had a variety of acronyms or specialized terms, and Penson explains and uses these terms consistently, making it easy to read the diagrams and control panel labels.
I love the enthusiast feeling I get from the Handbook. It answers the questions an interested reader is likely to have, such as: Who owns the remaining decommissioned bases? And has anyone ever tried to dig one up?
As with any subject, it doesn't hurt to visit the place or interact with the thing in question. I suppose a lot of the facts and figures in this book could seem pretty abstract if you're just reading them. But seeing this stuff in person and forming my own questions about it before reading this book brought the information to life for me.
As an added bonus, the book ends with a series of large fold-out schematic drawings of every aspect of the base, including one of the missile itself which is nearly five feet long. Useful if I ever want to build my own.(less)
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I can dig emotionally dark stories. I don't want to wallow in them all the time, but there's plenty of good material in the abyss. As tour guides go, Carlson is one of the better I've had. He gives his readers a flashlight and a sandwich and an ap...moreI can dig emotionally dark stories. I don't want to wallow in them all the time, but there's plenty of good material in the abyss. As tour guides go, Carlson is one of the better I've had. He gives his readers a flashlight and a sandwich and an apple in a paper bag before he sends them into the darkness.
At first, I was worried that the whole book was going to be an unrelenting tale of gloom in desolation. But Carlson had the inventiveness and sense to bring exciting and unexpected elements into this story. To be honest, a lot more progress was made in the tale than I'd expected. To be only slightly less vague, I'll say that there are plenty of rays of hope piercing the black sky of Plague Year.
I'm also happy to report that I became genuinely interested in the characters. I can assure you, that most certainly would not have happened if they were all just cardboard cut-outs smeared with self-loathing and angst.
This is definitely a series book and works only somewhat as a stand-alone novel. I am reading the second book right now and look forward to posting another review soon.(less)
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Astounding! I was fascinated by the premise of the book (why DOES the West rule, anyway?) but I was blown away by the scope! To make his case, Morris starts us at the dawn of humankind and takes us on a guided tour through all periods of human hist...moreAstounding! I was fascinated by the premise of the book (why DOES the West rule, anyway?) but I was blown away by the scope! To make his case, Morris starts us at the dawn of humankind and takes us on a guided tour through all periods of human history until a little less than a year ago.
His writing is wonderful. I felt as though I had a firm grasp on the big picture throughout the entire book. His tone is conversational and he interjects very mild humor where appropriate. As someone who has not read a lot of history, I found the specific historical topics completely fascinating. There are too many delightful historical anecdotes peppered throughout this book to count.
I loved the fact that Morris occasionally referenced science fiction (such as Isaac Asimov's Foundation series) and non-fictional works by authors like Erich von Daniken (Chariots of the Gods). He used these references to great effect in a "what if" sense to explore humankind's past, present, and future.
As for his theorem that the West gained traction over the East in the last few hundred years because of its geography, I can't really comment in a critical way because I simply don't have the background. But I felt Morris did an excellent job of explaining it. Most importantly, it seemed to make more sense than the competing theories (many of which have racist underpinnings). According to Morris's theory, the people of the East and West were more or less interchangeable. Their geography was not. And history seems to bear this out.
Do not be intimidated by the scope or subject of this book. It is an easy read and an absolute page-turner. I can't remember the last time I learned so much!(less)
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