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 Post subject: The Book Club
PostPosted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:37 am 
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I'm suprised that with books being as popular today as they have ever been that nobody has started a book thread before now. So its down to me (someone who rarely reads) to kick things off. What books are you reading right now or have read already. Tell us a bit about them.

I have just finished reading Ronnie Woods autobiography. What a fascinating read. That bloke has met virtually every famous person on the planet and I don't mean met as in a quick shake of the hand at functions ect, I mean met as in partied with them and spent personal time in their company. Right up to people like Mohamed Ali and Bill and Hillary Clinton.
There is also no part of the planet that he hasn't visited not only while touring with the Stones but holidaying with family and friends ect.
He also goes into detail of his drug and alcohol abuse. He spent most of his life either high or pissed and loved every single minute of it.
The one thing that shone through though in his book is what a thoroughly decent bloke he is, not a jealous streak in his body, always the happy go lucky one in the band who spent his time sorting out other peoples rows rather than getting involved in them himself. Money is of no importance to him, he has earnt and blown an absolute fortune at least 5 times over and is far happier giving his money away than he is earning it. And the love for his wife and family is obvious for all to see.

I have never been a great fan of the Rolling Stones

I am however a HUGE fan of Ronnie Wood.

Check it out.


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 Post subject: Re: The Book Club
PostPosted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 5:24 pm 
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Sounds like a good read and even though I'm not a fan of his, his paintings interest me. Did he talk about them ?


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 Post subject: Re: The Book Club
PostPosted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 5:35 pm 
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Only ever used to read books on holiday......till I moved South......now I am reading at least one a week!!!!


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 Post subject: Re: The Book Club
PostPosted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 7:44 pm 
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Sounds like a good read and even though I'm not a fan of his, his paintings interest me. Did he talk about them ?

He talks endlessly about his art work Granny. His music of course dominated the early part of his career but his painting has now taken over and is now his main focus in life to the point it is now become his main source of income. Which must be a pretty packet when you consider the fortune he can earn by being a Rolling Stone.


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PostPosted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 9:54 pm 
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termy wrote:
Only ever used to read books on holiday......till I moved South......now I am reading at least one a week!!!!

Tell us about a few Termy. What kind of books attract you, which authors, I need some tips for my next read :cool:


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PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 3:23 pm 
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He talks endlessly about his art work Granny. His music of course dominated the early part of his career but his painting has now taken over and is now his main focus in life to the point it is now become his main source of income. Which must be a pretty packet when you consider the fortune he can earn by being a Rolling Stone.


I didn't realise that I thought it was still more of a hobby. I'll have to check out some of his more recent paintings and see what kind of price they are going for now.


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PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 3:31 pm 
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My Lobotomy by Howard Dully and Charles Fleming

Summary from the book:

" My name is Howard Dully. In 1960 I was 12 years old. I was given a lobotomy.
My stepmother arranged it. My father agreed to it. Dr. Walter Freeman, the man who invented the "ice pick" lobotomy, performed it. My family paid the hospital $200. And I never understood why. I wasn't a violent kid. I had never hurt anyone. I wasn't failing out of school. Was there something I had done that was so horrible I deserved a lobotomy?
I asked myself that question for more than 40 years. Then, when I turned 54, I went looking for the answer."


The book shows how the human spirit can survive heartbreaking circumstances. It also raises some important issues regarding mental health then, and now. It held my attention all the way through so :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:


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PostPosted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 10:01 pm 
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He was born in the dying days.
It was the withering end of 1896. He was called William after the long-dead Orange King, because his father took an interest in such distant matters. On top of that, an old great-uncle, William Cullen, was yet living in Wicklow, across the mountains as they used to say, where his father himself had been reared.
The winter sleet bit into the Dublin cab-men, where they gathered in their mucky gabardines by the Round Room in Great Britain Street. The stony face of the old building remained indifferent, with its strange decoration of ox-skulls and draperies.
The new babies screeched inside the thick grey walls of the Rotunda Hospital. Blood gathered on the nurses' white laps like the aprons of butchers.
He was a little baby and would be always a little boy. He was like the thin upper arm of a beggar with a few meagre bones shot through him, provisional and bare.
When he broke from his mother he made a mewling sound like a wounded cat, over and over.
That was the night of a storm that would not be a famous storm. But, for all that, it rattled the last leaves out of the regal oaks in the old pleasure gardens behind the hospital, and it drove the wet harvest along the gutters and into the gaping drains and down into the unknown avenues of the great sewers. The blood of births was sluiced down there too, and all the many liquids of humanity, but the salt sea at Ringsend took everything equally.
His mother took him to her breast with the exhausted will that makes heroes of most mothers. The fathers stood well away, taking a beer in the Ship Hotel. The century was old and weak, but the men spoke of horses and taxes. A baby knows nothing, and Willie knew nothing, but he was like a scrap of a song nonetheless, a point of light in the sleety darkness, a beginning.


And all those boys of Europe born in those times, and thereabouts those times, Russian, French, Belgian, Serbian, Irish, English, Scottish, Welsh, Italian, Prussian, German, Austrian, Turkish – and Canadian, Australian, American, Zulu, Gurkha, Cossack, and all the rest – their fate was written in a ferocious chapter of the book of life, certainly. Those millions of mothers and their million gallons of mothers' milk, millions of instances of small-talk and baby-talk, beatings and kisses, ganseys and shoes, piled up in history in great ruined heaps, with a loud and broken music, human stories told for nothing, for ashes, for death's amusement, flung on the mighty scrapheap of souls, all those million boys in all their humours to be milled by the mill-stones of a coming war.



So read the opening lines of Sebastian Barry's masterpiece, first published in 2005 and shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize. Although losing out that year to another astonishing work - THE SEA by fellow Irishman John Banville, A LONG LONG WAY is an unforgettable experience charting heartbreaking division, unspeakable loss and the ultimate glory of artistic and imaginative redemption against the horrific backdrop of one of the bloodiest conflicts brought to the planet by man.
Young Willie Dunne marches into war with the Royal Dublin Fusiliers, an Irishman fighting for the allied cause, just as trouble festers in his own homeland, culminating in the 1916 Easter Rising rebellion and the Irish Proclamation of Independence from Britain.
Loyalties tested all round, from loved ones to patriotism to moral and physical courage, where not only the soul destroying trenches of World War 1 Europe hold deathly sway, but the entrenchment of spirit and thought itself. Mass carnage and collective sacrifice across Europe for a war fought to protect small nations running parallel to political upheaval, war and uprising in an Ireland seeking self determination itself.
At times almost unbearably savage, at times tearfully tender. Screaming and unflinching, yet elegant and beautiful.. A LONG LONG WAY is a work of intense humanity. Resonant and authentic.


'A stunning achievement.'
SUNDAY TRIBUNE

'A LONG LONG WAY is soaked in blood, semen, excrement and filth. Yet it still manages to retain an elegiac, trance-like elegance..
Through this richly textured language, Barry creates for Willie Dunne a no-man's land unlike any other. It stretches, not just between the British and German lines, but between the man he becomes at war and everything he knows and loves. He loses his country, the girl he loves, and even his father, who is horrified by Willie's ambivalent sympathy for the executed Dublin rebels. With no world in which to live, he becomes a kind of ghost even before he is dead. It is Barry's heartbreaking achievement not to exorcise that ghost, but to allow it to haunt us with the unspeakable sorrow of an irreparable loss.'
GUARDIAN

'One of the great books about the First World War, which escapes and transcends any merely Irish dimension or location. The Boston Globe called A LONG LONG WAY a masterpiece. It is a judgement that is hard to fault.'
THE IRISH TIMES

'What happened to the Irishmen fighting for the King in France when their countrymen in Dublin rose up against the British in 1916? That's the intriguing question at the heart of this understated, beautifully written story...
Strong stuff, as powerful in it's own way as the trench memoirs of Sassoon and Graves.'
DAILY MAIL

'Barry's excellent novel sets the trauma of trench warfare against a background of confused allegiance, yet above all it is a cry of grief for the huge desolation of war itself.'
METRO

'Because his prose is exquisite and because his mind is relentless in lifting every last clod of thought and exploring beneath it, his mission works. Works like a spell... A LONG LONG WAY is an infinitely apt title for this evocative, searching, nudging, niggling novel.'
IRISH INDEPENDENT

'In darkly beautiful, inventive and evocative prose Barry tells the filthy truths of war.'
IRELAND ON SUNDAY

'The story grips, shocks and saddens; but most importantly refuses to be forgotten.'
THE TIMES

'The most remarkable shared imaginative universe in Irish writing belongs to the poet, playwright and novelist Sebastian Barry who, like an archaeologist, has slowly and deftly delved back through his myriad ancestors to let them breathe again... A LONG LONG WAY is a major novel... perhaps his greatest work.'
SUNDAY INDEPENDENT


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Sebastian Barry was born in Dublin in 1955.


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 Post subject: Re: The Book Club
PostPosted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:00 pm 
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Push by Sapphire


I'm sure most of you know the storyline, but for those who don't:

Precious is an uneducated, obese teenager that has been abused in everyway. Now pregnant by her father, for the second time, she is expelled from school. She starts to get an education while attending an alternative school but throughout all the horrors Precious still strives toward a normal life.

Written by Sapphire about her experiances as a remedial reading teacher it's based on many stories not just one. The book is harsher than the movie but the movie sticks closely to the book.


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 Post subject: Re: The Book Club
PostPosted: Sat May 29, 2010 11:53 pm 
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When Nietzsche Wept, a good fictional book based on historic facts, exploring "the talking therapy" as of yet, at the era of the book, not yet invented. It is an intriguing cross discussion of philosophy and emerging psychotherapy, telling real facts of Nietszsche and Breuer and the mention of Freud in his youth,within this fictional story.The author Irvin D Yalom who himself is a Professor of Psychiatry does a good job of describing and assisting in the understanding of "counselling". A Good read, interesting, but not so heavy you cant follow. :thumbup:


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