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Magic on the stage and Pirates on the shore all in one book

excellent

THE book on Soviet hockeyMartin's key point is that in the years previous to WW2, the Soviets played a brand of "Russian hockey," which was somewhat like field hockey on skates. In a monumental move, they then decided to drop this beloved game of theirs, and focus on what they actually called "Canadian hockey," which was the game as the rest of the world plays it. In a brilliant discussion, Lawrence describes how the Soviet hockey that grew out of this blended the best aspects of both games to produce something very special. This book is about more than just a sport. It is about how one aspect of a nation illustrated and paralleled the whole as it sought success in all the avenues that a world power could participate in, flawed as it was from the inside.
If one does wants to read further, I would recommend 'Road to Olympus,' by Anatoli Tarasov. Tarasov was the father of Soviet hockey, and his book, also no longer in print, makes a good mirror to Lawrence's masterpiece, written as it was from the other side of the pond. As well, Ken Dryden's semi autobiography 'The Game,' has an equally brilliant hypothesis on "the secret" of the Soviet's success.


Dazzling, many-layered vision of the Greek IslandsWar still clings like a gray film to the bright fabric of 'Venus.' Durrell writes intense, brilliant descriptions of Mediterranean skies and dazzling Greek villages, but as in all of his works that I've read, there is also a submerged longing for past love, past history, past glory.
Some of his most beautiful passages, both in this book, in "Prospero's Cell," and in the books of "The Alexandria Quartet" take place under water. Here, the author goes for a midnight swim in the final chapter of "Reflections on a Marine Venus"---
"The [moon]light filters down a full fathom or more to where, on the dark blackboard of weed, broken here and there by dazzling areas of milk-white sand, the fish float as if dazed by their own violet shadows which follow them back and forth, sprawling across the sea's floor."
Bright surfaces. Submerged longings. There is even a ghost story floating just below the surface of a trip to the Island of Patmos. This chapter has some of the most powerful and eerie descriptions in the book. It brings together the storms of the 'little summer of Saint Demetrius', a lost, lingering voice from the war, and an Abbot who presides over a monastery where St. John was said to have composed the Books of the Apocalypse.
"Reflections on a Marine Venus" is one of a series of travelogues that Durrell wrote about his pre- and post-war experiences in and around the Mediterranean. The other books in this series are "Prospero's Cell," "Spirit of Place," "Bitter Lemons," (which I've just begun), and "Sicilian Carousel."
Ultimately, these books defy the description 'travelogue'. Durrell wrote about the peculiar genius of a place, not bound by any moment in time, but for all time.


Richly sensuous

A fascinating and concise book

The Future of American Education lies within this book.

Rejection Junkies

Great Survey of African PhilosophySimilarly interesting studies on the same subject are two works by Edward Geoffrey Parrinder--West African Religion, West African Psychology. Parrinder consulted earlier works on Francophone West Africa (e.g., Louis Tauxier's study of Bambara Religion), but his research focused especially on Anglophone Africa--the Ibo and Yoruba of Nigeria and the Akan of Ghana, for instance. Zahan's work was largely on Francophone Africa; his work is only in English by translation. The contrasts and similarities between the two authors are illuminating.


A brilliant book and fascinating readingA side note: George Templeton Strong's son, who has the same name, became an important composer of his own era and Naxos is currently recording some of his hitherto ignored orchestral music.
I'm not one given to this sort of thing, but after I read this volume I wrote a fan letter to Ms. Lawrence.