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Tenant Laws - From The Raven Chronicles
Wry, funny, and clear-eyedI first learned about Koon Woon's poetry when he read at the annual meeting of the Washington State Tenants Union. If you ever have a chance to hear him read, be sure not to miss it. His delivery is natural, engaging, and free of that all-too-usual poetical pomposity.
Debut collection introducing the poetic talents of Koon Woon

They probably shouldn't have interrupted the broadcast!I think the author has promise but still needs some work on how to give depth to the characters keep the reader interested.
Light but amusing
One of the funniest books I have read since Catch 22

Decently crafted but on the whole a downer
Solid, but not Ford's bestHowever, the plot is not nearly as tight and fast-paced as the earlier book. There are a number of segways and subplots that slow it down, and are really unnecessary. Whereas Black River had its moments off the main plot (e.g. the Cambodian man's story), it never seemed to detract from the core story.
ABE was still an entertaining read. But the plot felt a little watered-down by the constant side trips.
(Quick note--the Melissa-D thing was implausible, yes, but it's *fiction*, people. A couple of speculative elements don't hurt.)
The suspense is at the usual high level for a G. M. Ford booFollowing an accident caused by blizzard like weather, Frank and Meg take shelter on an abandoned farm in Avalon. In the shed, they discover the remains of the male members of the Holmes family, whom everyone thought, simply left town fifteen years ago. The local sheriff cuts a deal with Frank that he won't be handed over to Texas if he investigates the murders. Already fascinated by the grisly scene, Frank accepts the terms. He starts his inquiries by looking into the mother of the brood who's not part of the skeletal remains. He soon traces her bloody trail to other homicides, but the culprit has plans to add the writer to the pile of deaths.
The suspense is at the usual high level expected in a G.M Ford novel starring the likable antihero Frank who is accompanied by a support cast that adds exaggerated regional eccentricities. Yet with all that the tale seems off slightly because whenever Frank hits a dead end he finds this incredible Ziggy like source that moves him further along on the case. Still fans will continue reading because the rapid pace, the chilling suspense, and the quaint cast make for a strong entertaining read.
Harriet Klausner


A Bit Overwrought, But EnjoyableA SHATTERED CITY does a decent job describing the disaster and its aftermath. Character development is a bit thin, but the story moves along well, and is compelling enough that you will want to keep reading. Amateur radio operators play a major role in the recovery, so hams will find the novel enjoyable and inspiring.
The novel is a bit over-the-top, not so much in terms of the huge earthquake, but in some of the subplots. There's a "false prophet" who inadvertently predicts the earthquake, and a beautiful private detective searching for a tycoon's long-lost wife by flying around the city in a giant helicopter. All of this just distracts from the main story: how a major city copes with an overwhelming disaster.
A SHATTERED CITY also suffers from very poor editing. I'm not sure it was proofread, let alone edited. There are wild inconsistencies in spelling and capitalization throughout, and numerous instances of poor grammar and usage. While editing isn't a high priority in most mass market paperbacks, the complete lack of it here gives the book a rather amateurish feel.
If you can overlook some of the goofier plotlines and glaring editing problems, A SHATTERED CITY is well worth a read.
A real page-turner!
Disaster junkies, here's a treat!You'll get to know the characters personally -- just everyday people, going about their everyday lives in Seattle... until hell breaks loose. Then you feel every tremor, every crumbling wall, every panicked heartbeat, as a modern city struggles to survive in the face of mind-numbing disaster.
As if that isn't enough, Ms. Talbott weaves in another storyline -- the search for a missing person and her background, that commences even before Seattle quivers with the first of many shock waves. And Ms. Talbott keeps you hanging, just like the window washer dangling from his safety harness or the man trapped under a tree on a cliff (read the book!) as she throws out clues that keep you turning the pages, all the time wondering: "Who is this woman? Where did she come from? Why is she hiding?"
A mind-piquing mystery set against a backdrop of unimaginable catastrophe, that Ms. Talbott brings to life with the magic of words. Earthquake survivors will sigh with relief that someone understands and can communicate the trauma, while people far from earthquake zones will learn a new appreciation of the solid ground beneath their feet.
All in all, a page-turning novel of suspense and emotion that should inspire people to fall to their knees and thank God that such a scenario hasn't happened... yet.


Beacon Hill Boys ReviewWhile this book encourages young adults to question, it also paints a picture of victories that are easily won. Mochizuki understandably leaves out a bulky history lesson but leaves anyone without prior knowledge of that time period wondering. Hopefully, Beacon Hill Boys will motivate further reading about the internment of Japanese Americans. I recommend this book for any young adult (or adult) who has felt the pressures of identity, prejudice, or family expectations. This book could also be a starting point for anyone with no knowledge of the Japanese Internment history.
Beacon Hill Boys interestingly relives the 1970sI liked the book and understand the stuggles and culture of Japanese Amercians better after reading it. I do think that too many characters might have been introduced, and if I read it again feel like I should list the characters and briefly identify them so I can remember them better when they appear again in the book. That's OK, though, since this book begs to be read more than once.


Good guide to places you'll want to go, but take a map.
A wonderful resource for actual and armchair gardeners.

It's a place to start.
Fun-Filled and fact-packed

A must have!It is a well presented, well organized book and is also a pretty good general reference. The more useful items include the Seattle and King County Landmarks inventories and preservation district descriptions. This is the kind of thing you wish you had whenever you walk or drive through an historic area; I'm still looking for others like it for other cities, such as Portland OR.
Although I'm not sure it is that important, I agree that better, bigger and more abundant architectural photos would be a nice touch. As it is, though, this is a nice primer for interested folks to keep on the shelf.
Seattle made real

Literally falls apartThe problem is that the pages fall out. My particular copy is not bound terribly well - and I am not the type of person who treats books roughly!
Alas, the book is not 'bound' to last.
Shaping Seattle Architecture

Mysterious, homorous and educational
Delightfully quirky characters populate this mysterious romp
Stellar mystery set in the Pacific Northwest
The fantasy of self reliance doesn't just include the retreat to nature of Ralph Emerson or Ted Kosynski but it also includes the more urban counterparts of the bare bones existences lived out of a single room in a cheap hotel of Jesse Bernstein or Koon Woon; a plain trust of where they are right then despite the evidence that their current state of mind and health is not a permanent one and may come apart at any moment. Koon Woon's narrator lives in the temporary housing of an unstable mind. He organizes these poems In The Truth of Rented Room around International District dives'the names of which sound to me like vaguely familiar but exotic locales that a troubled cousin or family friend (some vague and distant acquaintance) may have lived in once but are familiar nonetheless as places where terminal failures end up like the layers of hell; Seventh Avenue South, the Morris, International Terrace, The Bush, and so have this downward appeal and even romance as places where you earn your way in with failure. This is the contemporary edge of that old, bad Seattle neighborhood, Skid Road, home to destitute madmen and hobos. And the poems in The Truth in Rented Rooms are mad poems. Mad because insanity is not mental illness or bipolar disorder or any vague and undefined malady that can be cured. Even normal people are possessed by madness but it is only contained and treated with the metal walkers of medication but it cannot be burned out of the body with radiation or dispelled with penicillin. Madness is an irrevocable state of being. Everyone has some access to the idea of madness and I'm not talking about the cartoon of Bugs Bunny's windwheel eyes but the real dead-weight that comes about in deep depression when the air because it is too wet and too cold takes too much effort to shovel into your lungs. And this isn't exactly Walden. In this wilderness holes have been burnt into the brain, bits chewed out cell by cell by whatever forces have rewired the synapses like the topography of a flooding river's sand bars and channels. The narrator of Koon Woon's poems has reconciled his state of being as something to live with like an independent element, wind and rain and whatever weather is going on inside his skull. These are not hopeful poems about recovery or conquering his condition. I found in these poems a broader acceptance of life's instability, heightened by the transient nature of the narrator's mind as well as his bed in rented rooms. This is self reliance not in the control of his environment but self-reliance in the acquiescence of control, which isn't giving-up, but is the art of getting by. In, 'I have argued my premise of isolation and sorrow: the world comes into the pallor of my room', Koon Woon writes:
It took 10 years and the destruction of
6' x 4' x 4 ' or 96 cubic feet of poetry and 10 years to make me feel better,
And I have now moved into a bigger room, room enough to blues the guitar,
Have now room for Nietszche and Immanual Kant on a corner bookshelf,
And now my phone calls someone and that somene calls someone and so on...