I enjoyed this great collection of golf stories. One would have to buy dozens of books to have access to these wonderfully written pieces otherwise. Conveniently organized into different categories for easy reference. This book takes you back into some of golf's greatest historical writing as well as a taste of some of the best contemporary work. I'd strongly recommend adding this gem to your library.

Wow-this book really simplifies the stock selection process. I'm an experienced investor who has lost money in pure momentum stocks. I see this guy on CNBC and Bloomberg quite a bit and he seems to know his stuff. I agree with Standard & Poor's great endorsement "Magnet Investing provides an insightful look into the stock selection process. It will be a great boost to professional investors, as well as ones that only dabble in stocks." The first several chapters teach investors how to develop a disciplined approach to the market and then describes a new trademarked system that selects stocks based on a well defined set of criteria, combining value and momentum. If you have a PC, you can access this program through Telescan or set it up with another screening service. Then, with the click of your mouse, you can pick a pool of stocks that have the potential to be great performers. The system has averaged a 30% return per year over the past ten years. The trial CD from Telescan is an added bonus. I think the author's system is one of the best I've seen.

Gentle, droll, English humor at its best. These stories combine the murder mystery with the politics and culture of Colonial life and the Middle Eastern mystique in cosmopolitan turn-of-the-century Cairo. These books can't be allowed to disappear off the shelves.

This book is essential for Pediatricians or Family Practitioners. It can aid you in the diagnosis of a variety of neurological syndromes, and assist you in caring for those children who are followed by a neurologist. Dr.Evans is perhaps the best Pediatrican/Pediatric Neurologist/Departmental Chairman in the country!!!!

This is the kind of literary criticism that makes one believe in the process. Owen lovingly takes up texts from vastly different worlds and times and convinces us that our desires, our hopes, our dreams are much more similar than we could ever attempt to deny. It is a love letter to literature, but it seduces us all.

In a book which many might initially expect to be acontinuation of his highly-regarded _Other Destinies: Understanding the American Indian Novel_, Owens takes a large step forward before turning to bring his gaze to bear on the readers of American Indian novels. What do we expect to find in "Indian Territory?" And are Indian writers promoting "literary tourism," or are they appropriating the colonizers' language and creating something that is both fresh and disturbing to Indian and mainstream readers? Who reads these books, anyway? Who gets to review them, and who publishes them?

For scholars who have relied on Owens' steady voice, this book will be a wonderful gift. Several hard-to-find essays have been collected and reworked in this cornucopia of Owens material. While this is not a continuation of _Other Destinies,_ this text will most likely become its steady companion.

Owens examines closely several critical issues particular to mixedblood writers, and pushes some politically hot buttons in the process. Who may speak as an Indian for Indians, for mixedbloods, for the environment, for those who live in urban areas or on reservations? What are "terminal creeds" and why do Owens and his friend Gerald Vizenor oppose this form of thinking and representation? Readers will no longer be confused regarding these questions when they turn the last page before tucking _Mixedblood Messages_ onto the shelf between _Other Destinies_ and _Bone Game_.

Hats off to Dr. Bradley, whose interpretive, integrative, and deductive abilities are obviously surging, at this early point in his career. Never before have I read anything about De Maistre that pierced so painfully, to the point of seeing his logic as it applies to us all. It made me proud, and ashamed. Compelling.

This monograph has good text and lots of photographic images for anyone who loves period houses. What sets it apart from other books of its kind is the inclusion of pages of detailed drawings by the architects. The illustrations are absolutely magnificant and very educational for those interested in how these intricate works went from the minds of the architects to actual built works of enduring beauty. A very good book.

The place is early-twentieth century Egypt, nominally part of the Ottoman Empire, in fact ruled by the British. Among the plots and nationalist tensions, young Captain Owen, formerly of the British Army in Egypt, is appointed the Mamur Zapt: a formerly Turkish post in charge of the political police.

A case of granades goes astray from an Army storage. The biggest fear--that the weapons will be used by terrorists for assasinations--seems accurate. Owen, inexperienced but intelligent, is hampered by many foreign and local fingers in the heady Egyptian pie in the investigation.

This pleasant tale of suspense, local color, politics, and adventure is told with touches of humor and restraint of the old English tradition.

--inotherworlds.com

Michael Pearce's Mamur Zapt mysteries are funny, beautifully written sketches of life in Egypt in the early years of the 20th century. The books have all the panache and originality of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler. Why they haven't made it onto the big screen, or been turned into a Mystery! series on public television I can't imagine.

The central character is Gareth Owen, a young Welshman who is the Mamur Zapt -- the title given the (British) head of Cairo's secret police. The central theme is the tension between the British who governed Egypt at the time and the Egyptian people in whose name they governed.

"The Return of the Carpet" is the first in the series. Frequent appearances are made throughout the series by the Mamur Zapt's Egyptian counterpart in the office of the city prosecutor, by Owen's bosses, by members of Eqypt's dissolute royal family, by Owen's aristocratic and fiercely independent Egyptian paramour and by assorted members of Cairo's working class.

The stories are racy, wittily understated and steeped in the attitudes and rhythms of daily life in the Cairo of 100 years ago. Pearce's voice and his ear for dialogue are spot-on. The humor emerges naturally in his exploration of the complex relations between the English and native Eqyptians of all classes.

This is popular literature of the highest order. The books are, if possible, even more entertaining if you listen to the audio recordings produced, I believe, by Recorded Books.

Post Mortem Books has reissued this title in a limited edition of 250 signed numbered copies priced at 25.00 (pounds sterling). If you need to fill that gap in your collection, contact me at the email address given.

This is suppose to be a "suspense tale" as the writer calls it but all I read was a bunch of talk, more talk, and even more talk. And they aren't very lively conversations either.

I couldn't disagree more! Pearce continues to be one of the cleverest, funniest mystery writers I've read. Perhaps it helps that I've been to and love Egypt. He captures the bureaucracy beautifully. The Mamur is such a likable person. I look for characterizations and settings first, plot second. But I even think the plot of this one is lively!

The locked room mystery, but done opposite. One, then another foreign gentleman vanishes. Kidnapped--each abducted by three or more men. There on the terrace of Shepheard's, the grandest hotel in Colonial Cairo. Another bright, hot afternoon. In view of everybody: pampered guests at high tea, disciplined waiters in attendence, throngs of hawkers below, the bazaar street crowd beyond, and donkey boys at rest near the steps. Yet not one witness.

In 1908, the Sultan of Istanbul's power over the Ottoman Empire has waned and even under the rule of a succession of increasingly independent Khedives Egyptians are restive. French statesmen, triumphant in most of Africa, resort to political maneuver to wriggle a contract from the dominant British who control all the major projects.

Captain Cadwallader Owen, Welsh, is the Mamur Zapt, head of political affairs for the Cairo Police. Because the victims are foreign he has been drawn into the case. Despite not wanting to interfere with his capable police detective friend Mahmoud they clash over the implications that reflect on their own origins. Against a background as momentous as the Aswan Dam the evils inherent in colonialism, racism, feudalism, patronage, and fanaticism entwine around the mystery as a cobra coiled in its basket.