|Sometimes I believe that the hot-air balloon might have served better....
||[Feb. 20th, 2012|04:35 am]
|[||Wait, I felt something!
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|||||Bill Nelson - [Golden Melodies Of Tomorrow CD1 #09] The Old Nebulosity Waltz||]|
It's very nice to be getting back into the swing of reading, as it makes a nice respite from the psychological turmoil -- I'm finding myself trying to isolate more and more, depressed about large sections of my life, and often bored and hopeless. Books provide me an escape, perhaps a better one, at that, than cinema and television.
I finished Jon Ronson's The Psychopath Test in surprisingly short order, and I think it bears going over again, although it does point out, once again, just how many psychopaths we have in politics, whether here in the US or operational in other parts of the world. Nor are these people birds of a feather; they have commonalities, but many of them have a sheen of their very own -- Mitt Romney is not Newt Gingrich is not David Cameron, and so on. It doesn't much matter whether you go left or go right, they're out there, and they're out there in business, and high finance. For all that this might be true, however, Ronson also points out some of the falalcies and flaws in modern psychiatric diagnosis and treatment (as well as pointing out the major flaws in anti-psychiatric operations. Ronson may be one of the few people to effectively get away with making a mockery of the practices of the Scientologists.)
I'm almost done with Bernard Cornwell's Sharpe's Sword, recounting the travails of now-Captain Richard Sharpe and his rifle company in Spain, as Wellington takes on the French in a devastating series of battles complicated by spies and betrayals. I'm amused that even though this audio book edition is read by one David Case, I keep managing to translate his voice into that of Sean Bean for all of Sharpe's dialogue. It's good old fashioned chest-thumping historical action from the point of view of an uncommon common man, and if there's seemingly a bit much of the old shot and shell and sword at times, that's just the way of it. Cornwell doesn't shy away from the guts and glory aspect of things. To keep things amusing, I've been listening to this in an old ex-libris cassette edition, which spread the book over eight tapes (apparently this has had four editions so far, with four different readers.)
My current schlepping-around book, carried to places and appointments where using the MP3 player is impractical, is Lawrence Block's Sometimes You Get The Bear, which is a collection of short stories; I seem, for no good reason, to be reading this in reverse order. In a regrettable concession to my aging eyesight, which remains problematic several years ater surgery, I acquired this in a large print edition. While I'm due to acquire new spectacles before too long, I fear that I will still be looking for large print volumes, as well as continuing to indulge (cheaply, if possible) my decade-long enjoyment of audiobooks. Speaking of short stories, I'm also working through Loren D. Estleman's General Murders, which collects five short stories featuring P.I. Amos Walker, all read by Robert Forster.
Finally, on CD, amounting to a quick entry, I popped in the single CD of Jack Prelutsky's Behold The Bold Umbrellaphant And Other Poems, which manages to include three books of relatively nonesense verse and a handful of songs accompanied by acoustic guitar. While aimed at kids, it's the sort of thing I can listen to once in a while without any sort of guilt.
And now I lay me down to sleep. Goodnight, all.