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No lightweight-a man of substance
Great BiographyConnors brings to life the Beverley many fans never got to see, as many of his readers only read his Gardening books. Nichols holds to his credit several autobiographies, no less than five mysteries, several political novels, and multiple weekly columns in various American and British newspapers and magazines. Beverley was also a noted composer, and even appeared in film. His good looks and charm allowed him a very versatile carreer.
The novel unravlels fact from fiction, as many readers assumed his novels were all unadulterated fact. The truth is he mixed fiction with many of his books, lending a skewed vision of the author-and one that Connor does a brilliant job straightening out.
Mr. Nichols worked with Connor on this book, and had help from Beverley's life long companion/friend Cyril Butcher. The book outlines his upbringing in a whirlwind society of notable people and places to his fascinating life filled with so many that sometimes the biography reads more like a "Who's Who" of the 20's through the 70's. Beverley was friends or friendly with some of the most noteworthy people of the day, including Beaton, Coward, and Maughm. It is not a scandal biography, rather a warm portrait of an amazingly entertaining man.
The photographs in the book are wonderfully clear, and allow the reader a glimpse of his childhood, adolesence, and later years. Again, he is shown with many celebrities of his time.
There are bits that reveal a sad, depressed Beverley who struggeled with finance-and chapters about the socialite Beverley who never gave up an opportunity to hob nob and make new social alliances. Other parts reveal the very full romantic life of Nichols. All together, a charming portrait of one of Britains most notable men. This book is a must for all Nichols fans!


autobiography of Cal Ripken Jr.
Cal Ripken Jr. IS A STAR!

Excellent introduction to poetry of HughesThis book succeeds in being truly for children without being sacchrine or insulting. Don't think of this as an "ethnic" book, it is far too good to be marginalized.
Poetically and spiritually moving;a must for any library

Nice pictures, but there are better ones
Must book for all coffee tables. Just like playing again.

Looks Good ...Doug K, Chicago
A Proper Understanding of the Market

Great reference!
Outstanding reference for daily use in the E.D.

A Soild Effort
A Great Spy Thriller

Good reference on German recon
Typical Excellent Introductory Study

Tried and True Hymns
Greatest collection of the greatest hymns

A Book With Hidden Values--rich brown aka DrGafia
One of those obscure quirky books its readers adore(Translation: Walt Willis was one of of the finest writers in fannish fandom, ever. Terry Carr, who was also one of the best writers to come out of fannish fandom, and =such= a brilliant editor, put together =The Improbable Irish= out of bits from Walt's column, "The Harp that Once or Twice". It was published as "by Walter Bryan" because Walt was a civil servant in Northern Ireland.)
(Other people who are or were fans of Walt Willlis's writing: Avram Davidson. Damon Knight. Harlan Ellison. And a host of others.)
=The Improbable Irish= is a collection of Walt's ruminations on Ireland's people and history. It's full of wonderful bits:
Q. How Are Things in Glocca Morra?
A. Actually there are very few things in Glash na Gloragh, but what there are seem in reasonably good condition considering that they have been lying out in the rain so long. The rocks show signs of wear, but the grass and heather appear to have recently been renewed.
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Poteen making is a dying craft, like its customers. The only man I ever heard of who made any money out of it did it by buying war surplus distillation equipment by mail at ten pounds a set and concealing it about the bogs; he then informed on these illicit stills to another department of the British Government, receiving twenty pounds reward for each.
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The almost magical power of Ireland to make any stranger Irish in two generations is attributed by many to the climate. The unpredictable vagaries of the weather incessantly inculcate, it is said, alternate moods of optimism and pessimism, of grandiose imaginings followed by a sense of the futility of all human endeavor. Like the poster for a village garden fete, where a list of gay attractions is followed by the ominous words, "If wet, in the Scout Hall." ...
Whatever the reason for the spell of Ireland, it was a pheomenon that surprised and frightened the English, who like things to be as they appear, and to stay that way. Nothing, it seemed, could be trusted in Ireland, not even themselves. The problem of remote and rebllious Connaught, for example, seemed to have been solved when it was subdued and entrusted to the stern and reliable Anglo-Norman family of De Burgos in the early 14th Century. But almost immediately, historically speaking, the solid De Burgos had disappeared and in their place were an Irish family called Burke, speaking Irish, wearing Irish clothes, following Irish laws and defying English authority. ... On at least one occasion, the Address to the Parliament in Ireland, which was supposed to represent the English occupation, had to be translated into Irish before the members could understand it.
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On the energy and enterprise of Irish immigrants:
The change in the immigrants was so sudden that one is driven to the conclusion that it was due to the replacement of something that had been missing from their diet -- probably food.
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An Irish attorney was making his best of a rather shaky case when the judge interrupted him on a point of law. "Surely," he said, your clients are aware of the doctrine =de minimis non curat lex=?" "I assure you, my lord," came the suave reply, "that in the remote and inhospitable hamlet where my clients have their humble abode, it forms the sole topic of conversation."
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On Irish participation in Parliament in the late 19th Century:
This turbulent period of British politics produced much drama and eloquence, and also one of the finest impromptu puns ever made. An Irish member was defending as morally justified the taking up of arms by evicted people against the agents of absentee landlords, when he was interrupted by a shout of "Treason!" from an English member. "What's treason in England," said the Irish member, "is reason in Ireland, because of the absentee."
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The visiting motorist finds everything he is used to, except traffic, and is enticed into exploring the countryside more fully by excellent signs. Only occasionally do these signs let him down, by being in Irish only. "If =Oifig an Phuist= doesn't mean =Gentlemen=," Charles Harris said on his first visit to Dublin, "I did a very silly thing in the post office this morning."
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I find I've mostly quoted the funny bits, which are shorter than the non-funny bits, like the part about the Great Hunger.
That's my fault, not the writer's.
Grab on to any copy of this book you can find. Let your friends read it while they're at your house, but don't lend it out because you'll never get it back.