This book, as its title indicates, details a scandal in the Illinois judiciary in 1969. A local political rabble-rouser found evidence that two state supreme court justices were corrupt. Future U.S. Supreme Court Associate Justice John Paul Stevens led a special investigation into the matter and eventually forced the resignation of the two justices.

A book on this sort of topic is certainly not likely to be suited for a wide audience, and this book is no exception. However, it would be worthwhile as a piece of historical literature if not for the implicit (and explicit) liberal bias.

As other reviewers have noted, parts of the piece are simply attacks on Kenneth Starr and his investigation of President Clinton. It is a shame that a book on such a narrow topic would be so filled with bias, since it is likely no other book will ever be written on this incident that will neutralize the bias.

If you're a liberal ideologue, which you probably are if you're interested in John Paul Stevens, buy this book. I'm not, and therefore found the book to be basically useless.

This has to be the worst book I have ever read on Peru. The author channels an inka mummy while in the gold museum in lima. This might have been interesting but for the totally bogus bunk that he claims the mummy tells him. For example the story about how the mummy was named by his parents. It was the practice of his tribe for the father to name the baby after the first thing that he sees upon leaving the birth hut, for the mummy green parrot, but his poor brother got the name DOGGY DOODOO, makes one think of the joke about Two Dogs F**king. It goes down hill from there. Futhermore the photos are of the poorest quality.

it is stupid , crazy , wild ,ect..

I began this book with interest but that changed quickly as I realized I could not trust the information it contained. We live on the site of the Print Olive ranch mentioned in the book. Candy Moulton states it is beside the Dismal river, which it is not. The Dismal is over 65 miles away. The old Print Olive ranch is on the South Loup River. I look out my window at it daily. If Ms. Moulton could not even check the river's name on a map, how can we trust the information she includes which is unverifiable. Very disappointing!

Andrew Sinclair's tedious and pompous book about the supposed discovery of America by his ancestors, the Sinclairs of the Orkney Islands, and his supposed discovery of the Holy Grail. is the closest thing to saying he has found the Lockness monster. This pseudo-scientific bunch of baloney never should have been published. God only knows why it was. If this is all Sinclair can produce these days, he should pack it in and take up checkers. Chess would be too challenging.

There's been a flood of books by and about screenwriters in
recent years: Fante/Southern/Trumbo/Bolt/Salter/Laurents/
Waterhouse/Dahl/Siodmak/Goldman/Gordon/Hayes/Raphael ... All
are good to excellent; at the very least they're competent and
achieve professional publication standards. This hopelessly
addled claptrap, cluelessly cobbled together by the Abbott &
Costello of film scholarship, is an alltime low. They think
the episode of TV's M*A*S*H made in black-and-white -- obviously to
approximate Korean War-era news reportage -- is an example of
"noir style." Which would make every episode of I LOVE LUCY and
WAGON TRAIN and the Walt Disney show prior to the advent of color
TVs all examples of "noir." (As for the M*A*S*H episode "sans
sound" -- fellas, adjust that volume control -- or your hearing
aids!) Their prose? Get a load of this: "In retrospect, the
cold war's outbreak foreshadowed the ruin of Polonsky's body of
work as a touchstone for the immediate future for the American
art film." Wow. Their critical acumen? TELL THEM WILLIE BOY IS
HERE is "widely hailed as the ultimate cinematic critique of
American western mythology." Really? More so than another little release that same year -- what was it called? -- THE WILD
BUNCH? Edward Dmytryk's "visual sadism" was "often realized
through the direction of Robert Ryan." By "often" they mean
"once." (In CROSSFIRE -- after which Dmytryk didn't direct Ryan
again for about 20 years, and then only in a cameo as a
sympathetic general in ANZIO.) The whole book is like this!
Every page, often every sentence, sometimes each PART of a
sentence -- is simply harebrained. In their hilarious attempt
to describe the trend of movie stars breaking free of the old
studio system and forming their own companies, instead of citing,
say, Humphrey ("Santana") Bogart, or John ("Batjac") Wayne, or
Kirk ("Bryna") Douglas -- or Burt Lancaster, Robert Mitchum, etc.
-- who do they come up with? Why, none other than that prolific
producer whose career positively THRIVED beyond the studio era,
that double threat: Hedy Lamarr (hey, rhymes with "noir")!
A laff riot.

I can't believe I got suckered into buying this book! Everybody in it paid the authors to be in the book. When I went to get my money back they had already left town!

I can't understand why this is called a "guide". It is a list of restaurants by neighorhood, with their address and phone nuber - that's it - no reviews, no stars or other rating system whatsoever. This book is useless, it's literally a restaurant phone book. I'm returning my copy and am completely disappointed.

I bought this book sight unseen and I was bitterly disappointed. There is nothing in this book that you can't find out by reading the Idaho Fish and Game Upland Game pamphlet, except some listings of local resources such as sporting goods stores. It made me wonder if Retallic and Barker ever actually hunted birds in Idaho. The maps are especially disappointing, and they are typical of this entire series. They show absolutely no roads, rivers or streams by which you could pinpoint possible hunting locations. In this era of readily available digitized maps, these maps are inexcusable.

In short, any literate person could sit down with the Upland Game pamphlet and the yellow pages for Idaho and find all the information contained in this book. Don't waste your money.