"Trillium and Toronto Island" provides a good history in words and black and white pictures of the development of the Toronto - Toronto Island, Ontario, Canada ferry service, as well as a nostalgic look at life and recreation on the island in the past.

The book's latter half comes to focus on the life, death and inspiring restoration of the steam ferry Trillium, and includes not only good, large photos of all phases of her career and rebirth (including excellent detail photos of her reconstruction in 1973-75), but a side profile drawing of the ship, and a perspective drawing of her main engine as well, both complete with specifications and statistics. Although the book ends with her triumphal return to service in 1975, its happy ending continues yet, as Trillium is still reported to be steaming across Toronto's harbour for special events, charters and occasional busy holiday weekends.

"Trillium and Toronto Island" will be of interest to ship and ! ! ferry enthusiasts, maritime and social history buffs, preservationists interested in saving old ships, and anyone who has ever been to (or would like to go to) Toronto Island!

This book sounds wonderful--a pictoral view of ferry travel to and from San Juan Island. I was hoping for a coffee-table type book, something that would show out of town friends the beauty and charm of the San Juan Islands and ferry travel. I was very disappointed when the book arrived--it's small, has a low-budget look to it, and has captions that don't explain the photos. Furthermore, the captions themselves are irritating, painful attempts by the writer (the photographer's wife) to sound "artsy". Yuck.

I was also disappointed in the quality of the photos. The Washington State ferrys have some very unique features that would be perfect subjects for some detailed close-ups, with equally detailed explanations/captions, but none of these were included (aside from the cover photo, which was the best one in the book). I wouldn't recommend this book. Bottom line: Disappointing. Doesn't do the subject justice.

Illahee, Nisqually, Kaleetan.
Hyak, Hiyu, Elwha, Chelan.

These are the names of some of the ferries that take people to and between the Pacific Northwest's San Juan Islands. The words evoke an earlier tribal time that can almost be felt while riding on blue-gray salt water between glacier-flattened rocks and evergreen hills. Ferry passengers find themselves grounded to the earth in such a way that water, rock, trees, sky, sun, wind, and rain are no longer backdrops to life, but life itself. Nature dominates awareness, and people respond by visibly relaxing, smiling more, sleeping, meditating, reading, talking with friends, and anticipating adventures to come.

Island resident Robert Demar's beautiful black-and-white photographs capture the elusive, magical atmosphere surrounding these north Puget Sound "Nautical Highways". He pictures foot passengers, commuters from Seattle, cycling and motorcycling weekenders, trucks supplying the needs of island life, kids playing on deck, ferry crews tending to business, and curious and hungry seagulls. Aerial shots place the ferries and their graceful, contoured wakes into a larger but still other-worldly context.

Robin Atkins' impressionistic commentary provides a verbal tone poem that compliments the mood of Robert's artistry. Together, words and pictures recreate a Northwest ferry experience almost as much fun and restorative as the real thing.

I've been a resident of Puget Sound for 30 years and the San Juan Islands for the past 14 years. Looking at the photos of the ferries and island moments brings so many memories to mind. The people, the fog, the water, the gulls, the boats--as we call them--our transportation to the mainland. Robert has captured the images so well. And, Robin's comments, hykiu like, help support the photos. My mother, who can no longer travel from the East Coast, enjoyed the book very much. She always loved the ferry rides. Once you step onto our ferries and begin the trip into the islands, the busyness of the mainland is left behind.
Robert's photos help one to step into island life if only in our memories.

The main purpose of this book seems to be author Ray Ferry's hatred of Forry Ackerman, the one time editor of the monster boomer magazine Famous Monsters of Filmland. Ferry dwells on his hate of Ackerman so much that it becomes disturbing and distasteful.Ferry's writing style is over the top in the worst possible way. His other great hate, for Richard Valley of Scarlet Street Magazine, is so extreme as to become cartoonish, and impossible to take seriously. But a quick check of Valley's website, scarletstreet.com, shows Valley expressing the same over the top disdain not only for Ferry but for a dozen other people, most of whom are doing the same thing to Valley!!!This book is a sad and lasting tribute as to what the world of horror fandom has turned into, an endless continuim of hate perpetuated by grown men who should know better.It's an ugly world, this horror fandom, and it makes for ugly, unpleasent reading.

[...] If you have even the minutest of interest in the classic horror genre, then you can’t help but know of the feud that exists between former Famous Monsters editor Forrest Ackerman, and current publisher and editor Ray Ferry. No other issue in the history of horror fandom has ever approached the level of interest, passion, or outright nastiness as this one. Since Ackerman’s resignation as editor in the mid-90s, through the subsequent trial brought on by Ackerman’s lawsuit against Ferry, Ferry has remained quiet, while Ackerman has not. Until now.

In Life Is But A Scream, Ferry presents his side of the story. The book details the history of Ferry’s relationship with Forry, from the first meeting through trial’s end. In between we learn the history of many events that (usually) involved the two of them through the 90s: the making of the HORRAY FOR HORRORWOOD and AMAZING WORLDS OF SCIENCE FICTION AND FANTASY videos, the ’93 and ’95 FM conventions, Ferry’s first meetings with various horror genre celebrities, behind-the-scenes looks into the making of each issue of FM from #200 on (including wonderful stories about the colorful celebrities involved), and of course, the deterioration of their relationship and subsequent trial.

The book is a great read. Perhaps partially because Ferry’s recounting of stories are events that I took part in (I attended both conventions), which brought back many a fond memory, and admittedly, partially because I was anxious to get to the details of the trial itself, I finished the 400+ page book in only three days. But my impatience in getting to the trial does not take away from what comes before. Ferry’s remembrances are interesting, in particular ones which detail Ferry’s trip to London, and his first meetings with Ray Harryhausen and Ray Bradbury, among others. And it is absolutely fascinating to receive such a detailed history of what it took to revive FM and keep it going, especially the many obstacles Ferry encountered and how/what he did to overcome them.

Although he does throw in occasional jabs early on concerning Forry’s ego and later does not hesitate to “tell it like it is” concerning Ackerman and others, I feel Ferry shows incredible restraint in presenting his side of the story. If you believe the story he presents (and my phrasing that as I do does not necessarily mean that I do not), then it is incredible that he did not use the entire 400+ pages at his disposal to lambaste Ackerman and his devotees. The circulated “fact” one hears that Ferry spends the entire book tearing down Forry is just myth. The tone is not that of an attempt to deliberately “tear down” Ackerman, but simply the presentation of numerous, sad facts in an attempt to defend oneself after many years of silence. Also, Ferry spends an ample amount of time not discussing Ackerman at all, instead relating stories concerning the current friends of FM (both celebrity and non) and expressing repeated thanks at their help and support.

There are two points that do detract from the book, however. The excessive number of typos and grammatical errors throughout are simply incredible (and inexcusable). Also, although it does come in at over 400 pages, I feel the price is a bit steep, particularly for a paperback (and for many a monster fan’s budget). While readers could dismiss much of the evidence Ferry presents as just “made up”, they would be doing a great disservice and show themselves to be deliberately close-minded to dismiss the sworn testimony related from the trial. The testimony of all parties, particularly of Ackerman himself, is very, very revealing. However, many monster fans already have their minds made up concerning the two involved parties. Will ANY member of horror fandom be willing to open their minds, take off their rose-colored glasses, read this book and try to be objective about the Forry/Ferry issue, and even possibly have long-held beliefs challenged? Unlikely. Fans of Ackerman will have nothing to do with the book, yet love to spout about how injustly "inaccurate" it is and write mean-spirited "reviews" of it.

Monster fans would do well to remember that in a breakup, no one party is ever completely guilty and the other completely innocent.

As a fan of FAMOUS MONSTERS magazine since it's inception, I was appalled to read just how outrageously unfair and immature some of my fellow classic Horror fans can be. Small wonder then, that the Godfather of Horror fandom-Forrest J Ackerman, is [portrayed] in this book to be a petty, vindictive, arrogant credit-grabbing senior citizen with the emotional maturity of a child. Believe me when I say that I didn't want to face [this] ... , but there is enough documentation here (much of the public court record is reproduced in this book) and even if half the things I read here are true (and there is every indication that they are) then, there are many (including me) who owe Mr. Ferry an apology. It just goes to show that one should never allow nostalgia and charm to replace investigating the facts without prejudice. Things (and people) are not always what they seem. FAMOUS MONSTERS MAGAZINE continues to be published at a higher standard of quality then ever before, and from all indications will probably be around far longer than anyone (including myself) expected.

This book has a very limited scope and doesn't provide the whole picture on assessment centers. I bought this book together with "Assessment Centers in Human Resource Management" by George C. Thornton, and found the latter to be MUCH MUCH MORE comprehensive, unbiased, practical and informative.

Quite a disappointment, a thin book in number of pages and contentwise, with a BIG, BIG price! Seems to be written to sell authors' consultant services rather than to share expertise.

I'd like to know the author's email address. Thanks for sending it to me

Thank goodness on my recent trip to Portugal and Spain I brought along other travel books on the area. Unfortunately, this book is full of mis-information, particulary in the area of price. For example, often the most expensive hotel or restaurant in a town was rated with only one $.

Also an accurate driving map would have been a nice inclusion.

This is one book I didn't bother packing for my trip home.

I just used this book on a trip to Barcelona. It was one of two books that I used. This book allowed me to see many different thing in Barcelona in an organized and efficient manner. For anyone that is going to be wandering around spain and/or portugal, and spending just a few days in each place, this book is a must have.

All that happens is the main charecter's best freind joins the army, and because he is black he can only be a waiter to the generals, but he ends up becoming a lutenant in a negro force, and Junior Rosenquist, who is trying to follow in the negros footsteps gets into the army and then he gets killed and his girlfreind is devistated and then the main charicter falls in love with a guy that goes blind and she moves in with him.

I wanted to like this translation after all the nice things that D.S. Carne-Ross said about it in the useful and enjoyable "Horace in English." But this is a translation that is made more for image-by-image accuracy than for the ear. Often you read Ferry describing the right word rather than saying it. (Phrases like "too unrestrainedly joyful in good fortune" read like a dictionary entry.) In the difficult-to-render i.5 he ends up phrasing things like Yoda - "Hapless are they enamored of that beauty." Too academic this one is.

David Ferry's translation is simply undeservedly popular and is absolutely NOT the best Horace in English currently in print!

I defy anyone to find Ferry's Horace superior to the wonderfully readable translation done recently by Sidney Alexander and published in Princeton University Press's Lockert Library of Poetry in Translation. Richard Howard, translator extraordinaire himself, has written a short Preface for the volume, in which he compares a passage from Alexander's work to other versions of the same passage done by Pound, Michie, and Burton Raffel, and Howard justly judges that Alexander's is the "far superior text."

Ferry's language is too often simply muddled, the syntax unclear. Do yourself a great favor, buy the Sidney Alexander translation, and you'll be rewarded with a vastly more enjoyable reading experience!

No doubt, that a command of Greek and Roman mythology adds immeasurably to the enjoyment of Horace's Odes but in many cases the context explains the reference. Horace's commonplace themes are deeply imbedded in our culture and he illuminates them with uncommon insight and poetry: love is cruel, seize the day, greed wants more, death equalizes, happy the one who wants nothing, don't be beguiled by past success, luck changes, accept your place, beauty fades, death comes, money can't buy peace, a friend is our other half. I love Horace the man, the Odes and the Ferry translation which brings a contemporary idiom to the poems without seeming contrived.

I was very disappointed by this self-indulgent, self-engrandizing piece of pulp. Mr. Ferry obviously wrote this as an antidote to his insecurity and it expresses a poor attempt at both self-examination and historical analysis. This product is an insult to the reader's intelligence; a grand waste of time to read. I don't think the Anglican church got rid of Mr. Ferry for the reasons he would have us believe. I think it was his apparent obstinacy, and inability to subject himself to the authority of the church! There are many gay priests in the Anglican church who have not left their lovers (of which the church is aware). Mr. Ferry was obviously looking to grand stand at the time, and to create a name for himself! This is a sad testament and not worthy of a major motion picture.

I for one was not interested in his vanity, misrepresentations, half-truths, and rantings.

There are three parts to this book: Anglican (Episcopalian) priest Jim Ferry describes his spiritual and personal journey, and his attempts to find fulfillment as a gay Christian while active as the rector of a Toronto-area parish, and an ecclesiastical trial to remove him from his parish. He describes how a homophobic parishioner reports him to the Bishop of Toronto, and the ensuing complicated ecclesiastical trial (the Courts of the Lord, of the title). Parishioners' reactions to his situation range from the homophobic to the fearful to the affectionate and supportive and we see how this diversity of opinion both distresses and comforts him. We also see how the stress of the canon-law process destroys his relationship with a man and places him under much strain, without destroying his personal faith. While it is, perhaps of necessity, a self-centred document (some might even say self-serving or confused), it is a measured and thoughtful exposition of a situation in which many clergy have found themselves. For them's of us who are into canon law, it is an indictment of a basic weakness in Anglican practice and approach, confusing the bishop's role of pastor of pastors, and judge, and prosecutor. One can have very different (indeed, warring and contradictory) opinions of Fr Ferry, and the issues of gays in the clergy, homesexuality and Christianity, but still benefit from reading his perspectives. This is Food for thought stuff, and an important document in a debate which is far from over.

Clear as crystal, I can remember the hug goodbye I got from Jim at his farewell 'party' in some fellow St. Philips-on-the-Hill Church-goer's backyard. It was the last I was to see of him, and at the age of ten, found the reasons for his departure from the church to be thoroughly incomprehensible. Some years later I stumbled across his book on my parents' bookshelf and sat down for a good, long read. Giving little regard to the usual technicalities your average book critic sits and festers over, I was able to embrace the book from a unique perspective, enabling me to travel in the passenger's seat through Jim's life and through the catastrophe that was to be his forced removal from our church. While disappointed with the lack of reference to his friendly, Old English Sheepdog, "Maybe" (and his understandable failure to mention me!) I still highly recommend this book to anyone who's willing to open their eyes (and hearts) for an encounter with a touching story of a priest's battle with a belief system that guided him, yet at the same time, prosecuted him.

Well written but gets boring reading the same old rehash warmed over with a different person's opinions. Nothing new here, I'm afraid, just a repeat.