by summer of george » Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:31 pm
I was given the new Charlie Brooker book, amusing as ever in places though he still continues to steal my jokes.
I got into a bit of a read on over Crimble and read "low side of the road", a biography of Tom Waits, which was quite dull as Mr Waits is obsessive about his privacy and forbid anyone speak to the author, he had a go but with no information, it tapered off.
Read Zimmer men, which despite the pun is not about Dylan, but village Cricket, which was a sequel and a bit of a let down, finished the new James Ellroy, which was also a bit of a dying fall, though may require a re-read.
Wading through In Cold Blood by Capote, which i am surprised i haven't read before, Down and Dirty Pictures by Peter Biskind, about the Indie film scene of the 90's which is better than I hoped, not as good as Easy Riders, but it's entertaining to see what an egotistical twat Tarantino turned into.
On the up side.
Public Enemies by Bryan Burrough.
It's a definitive account of the FBI's war on crime in the early 30's, including the likes of Karpis, Dillinger, Bonnie and Clyde and so forth...
It's superb, comes on like a top notch thriller and illuminates the sheer unreliability of cars and guns of the time, they were always fucking up.
Later I plan to begin a Book on Alexander the Great that I was gifted and had been banging on about.
Now I am having a nauseating existential moment regarding why i am posting this at all...who cares what books i am reading.
Idiot.
House Of Spam - for all your luncheon meat needs
"i really enjoy the drive to work these days"
You're not Dennis Waterman so stop strutting about looking for a bit of argy bargy
waddle then...but waddle fast
