Kid: "Daddy, why does he say 'Wacka Wacka?'"
Daddy: "To tell you it was funny."
Kid: "But if it's funny don't you just know?"
Kid: "Daddy, why does he say 'Wacka Wacka?'"
Daddy: "To tell you it was funny."
Kid: "But if it's funny don't you just know?"
A classic tail made all the more entertaining by the fact that the version I read was a small book I typeset, printed and bound myself.
Most Americans who know the name Frankenstein have a poor conception of the actual story. They are surprised to find out that the monster of the original book is not the lumbering monosyllabic hulk that served as the template for Herman Munster but rather a loquacious and dexterous giant.
Few Americans are familiar with the history of the Napoleonic wars. In fact, as I mentioned previously we don't even seem to remember much about our own war in 1812. This book would be a good start for someone with little knowledge about the time but a desire to learn more.
The book, written from the British historical perspective, Is a very good introduction to the military campaigns, especially those that came after Arthur Wellesly took to the field. There is enough historical perspective to give you some understanding of both Lord Wellington's and Bonaparte's personal histories but the reader wont come away from this book with a profound understanding of early 19th century Europe.
Thornton speaks the way Seurat painted; a point here, a point there and voilà an image emerges; and that image is invariably insightful. To try to bang his stream (nay torrent!)-of-consciousness into an unbroken paragraph seems a task worthy of Hercules, let alone trying to weave it together into a book.
First, let me say this is a successful book. Second, let me ask "who the heck edited it?" Its replete with examples like: "known [by it's acronym] FOQA for Flight Quality and Operations Assurance" which are forgivable when they fall from the pen of an author, but which smack of negligent editing when they make it to print.
Though burdened both by the task of bottling Thornton's hurricane and by woeful editing, the book is an effective clarion call to "business" to get off of its collective empirical keister and really analyze the data that surrounds it. The book is short on falsifiability and long on anecdote; but then its not the bugler's job to justify Reveille, he just awakens the army.
I was at the Half Priced Books on lane avenue looking for something by Seneca when a helpful man suggested that I have a look at this book. He pointed out that "much of it was drawn from seneca and his stoic philosophy." It was only $4 so I obliged. I'm glad that I did.
This book traces an arc through philosophy: Socrates -> Epicures -> Seneca -> Montaigne -> Schopenhauer -> Neitzche. It was my first exposure to Montaigne and Schopenhauer and taught me that I knew very little about Socrates, Epicures, and Neitzche. The language of the book made what is typically a very difficult subject very approachable.
Highly recommended for anyone who wondered why the heck we should give a crap about the famous thinkers of history.
--Prejudice of education, he would say, is the devil,--and the multitudes of them which we suck in with our mother's milk--are the devil and all.--We are haunted with them, brother Toby, in all our lucubrations and researches; and was a man fool enough to submit tamely to what they obtruded upon him,--what would his book be? Nothing,--he would add, throwing his pen away with a vengeance,--nothing but a farrago of the clack of nurses, and of the nonsense of the old women (of both sexes) throughout the kingdom.