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Craig Hamilton; Mark Buckingham; Lan... A simple premise, sharply executed. Before it seemed to exhaust all its possibilities, Fables was the most inventive and outrageous series in the Vertigo cannon. Uprooting the characters of yore from their fantasy homes into a 21st century New York, this nimbly opened up googolplex new possibilities and personality riffs for these stale, done to death characters, including Snow White, the Big Bad Wolf, Pinocchio et al. Printed here in an oversized format which does great justice to the artwork of Mark Buckingham, these are comics as they should be - whimsical, uplifting, full of awe and also a super-smart allegory for post millennial living. - Benjamin |
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Miranda has been receiving notes; notes that tell her about things which have not yet happened; notes that talk of saving people's lives and that give her detailed and unusual instructions to follow. 'When You Reach Me' is Miranda's story. Mysterious, captivating and utterly credible, it is written in her humorous and absorbing voice, which is a total delight to read. A cleverly constructed and elegantly written novel, which will have you gripped till the very end. Great for reluctant readers because of its length and pace, but just as good for anyone who enjoys a well plotted mystery. - Jen |
If Flannery O'Connor's intention were to slap you in face and send you, dazzled but wiser, into the morning sun, she couldn't have done it better than with this collection of short stories because this way she isn't committing assault. 'A Good Man Is Hard To Find' wants to shake you, whether it's through its impeccably built suspense relieved in bursts of violence and humour; its character work coalescing in unforgettable, tossed-off lines; its weird, weird flourishes and digressions; its gently revealed, dead-serious intent or simply through its author having the chutzpah and then the capacity to pull the whole thing off. If Flannery O'Connor's intention was to make something very particular perfectly, well, then, here you go. - Seanan
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Desperate to join the RAF from the age of 12, Tom Neil makes no bones about the fact that the war was 'a very exciting business for a 19-year-old'. He acknowledges in the foreword to this, his sixth book on his experiences as a fighter pilot, that some may consider his approach to such a grave subject as too light-hearted, his tone too buoyant. Rather than apologising, he maintains that 'youth sees great humour in almost everything – even destruction and death'.
These words set the tone for this war memoir: conversational, often stream of consciousness, skipping between past and present tense as if Neil’s flashbacks are vivid enough to bring the moment back into being. The text is scattered with exclamations from his teenage self – 'Crikey! My first solo in a Spit! Electrifying! Wonderful!' – and he is self-deprecating and honest about the crippling fear of battle. Nearly 65 pages of glossy photographs and diagrams include copies of touching log-book entries: 'My first flight. Nearly died of shock'. Later, 'We lost half squadron… I was very, very scared.'
Few World War II fighter pilots reached their 50th combat mission. Tom Neil flew 141. Granted the Distinguished Flying Cross, awarded for 'an act or acts of valour, courage or devotion to duty whilst flying in active operations against the enemy', he shot down 13 enemy aircraft, earning himself the title of 'Ace'. On this he is characteristically modest, saying only that all the fighters 'simply did the best we could'.
Neil is now 89 years old, and has outlived all of his squadron but one. As such, he was determined to write this Battle of Britain memoir as the ranks of 'The Few' gradually diminish, keen that the story of their efforts and achievement remains fresh. This volume is the second reprint of the original Gun Button to Fire, published in 1987 and now very scarce. The bulk of his material came from the discovery of over 600 letters, the extensive correspondence between Neil and his parents during the five years he flew in World War II, which Neil found when clearing his family home in the 1970s.
New information has seen the epilogue updated. Neil notes it as extraordinary that, although he knew some of the men he fought alongside for only a few days or weeks, he remembers the smallest details of their tastes and idiosyncrasies. The epilogue describes each of his colleagues and friends from this period, both then and, if they survived, since. Irreverent, honest, but always affectionate, his respect for each and every one reflects back onto his own achievements.
Chosen for his 6'4" stature and good looks, Neil was featured in a Ministry of Information propaganda booklet on the Battle of Britain. He was also part of some of the most widely circulated and easily recognisable of the Battle of Britain photographs - distributed amongst Luftwaffe pilots as a representation of the type of RAF pilot they were up against. An icon of the battle as well as one of its most successful pilots, he is uniquely qualified to tell a story that is both the ultimate military epic and also distinctly personal.
Reprinted with permission by www.military-times.co.uk |
Herman Melville; Hershel Parker;... I was on that boat until the bitter end hunting down that white whale for the treasured gold doubloon fixed to that mast. My eyes were locked and there was no turning back until that last full-stop. Loved it. - Tomi. |
I was on that boat until the bitter end hunting down that white whale for the treasured gold doubloon fixed to that mast. My eyes were locked and there was no turning back until that last full-stop. Loved it. - Tomi. |