Saturday, August 21, 2010
A year later Ruski's son by Calico Jane is stuck up the same tree. It is getting dark. I can see him up there with my flashlight, but he won' come down, so I call Wayne Propst, who is coming with a ladder. I go out and shine my light up the tree and see Fletch's red collar. And Fletch brings the little cat down.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Since my childhood I was always greatly interested in astronomy and for a while I even wanted to become an astronomer. I remember the Voyager missions being planned and then initiated, but since then only occasionally heard about their findings. Meanwhile the satellites have accumulated a great amount of sensational information about our solar system and great phtos. So I'm glad there's a book that sums it all up.
A former O.S.S. operator (forerunner of the CIA), is sent to Tangier by the American authorities to find out who is behind a powerful ring of smugglers that does a booming business in contraband with counterparts in Spain and Italy, and also contribute to a high death rate among the Tangier policemen.
Heavy handed and quite boring spy thriller with the star effortlessly domineering every scene.
I had read one of these stories in a recent Best American Short Stories edition ("Wake") and was quite impressed. Therein was mentioned that the story was part of a whole series which was planned for publication. Of course, I intended to get the book, although it seems like it took a few years before it was finally released.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
In the case of a philosophical work it seems not only superfluous, but, in view of the nature of philosophy, even inappropriate and misleading to begin, as writers usually do in a preface, by explaining the end the author had in mind, the circumstances which gave rise to the work, and the relation in which the writer takes it to stand to other treatises on the same subject, written by his predecessors or his contemporaries.