Jack Martin (aka Dennis Etchison) retired from the film novelization business with this book, the only one not based on a John Carpenter movie, and he went out with a winner. Cronenberg's mind bending thriller is explored in great depth, better explaining the characters and their motivations. Cronenberg's script went through numerous versions and the changes show here, but in this case it actually strengthens the ability to study the film in greater detail. Required reading for all Cronenberg fans.

What to do if you're trying to make something as stupid and boring as the bible into something that a poor gullible child will accept? This is the problem faced by the authors, and they do a half-way decent job of presenting bible idiocy as something partly entertaining as a comic book. Should be useful for gullible, brainwashed parents attempting to produce gullible, brainwashed children. Start them with Santa, and if they believe that, move on to the bible in comic book form.

Great idea with uneven results. Some superb art in places, but not always as an appropriate counterpoint to the accompanying Scriptures. The parts that do succeed are worth the cover price alone.

This book was well received by me and my teenagers. There needs to be more artistic interpretations like this that tackle scripture. Not every translation done in this book is accurate to the Word of God but every piece is brilliant in its own right. Bravo! Encore!

Exocets ... symbol of success in technological advancement in
modern warfare ... and an utter failure in human factor. These
missiles were the only wild card the Argentitians had to throw
in the face of the British, and they were running short.

Hence, when the British Intel received a tip-off of Argentitians
trying to purchase Exocets in France, they activated their best
woman, Gabrielle Legrand, on the case to counter the Argentician
ace pilot Montera who was despatched to verify the missiles.

Against the background of the intrigue, the Soviets were playing
their own game, awaiting to score a coup of their own and leave eggs on everyone elses' faces.

this book was not as good as his other works. I did like the ending. This is not a superb work, but an above average work.

It is always dangerous to criticize a travel guide to a place you have always lived, but reading this guide once again confronted me with the prevailing prejudice that Holland (the Netherlands) equals Amsterdam. Allow me to let you in on a little secret: it doesn't.
Personally, I don't care for Amsterdam that much: much of it is a noisy, messy, tourist trap filled with people you would prefer to avoid. Outside the capital life is generally much more gentle. However, there is enough hustle and bustle to be found in the nightlife of Rotterdam, Utrecht, or Groningen.
The problem is that you are unlikely to experience those places after having read this guide. Often it reads like an extension of the RG to Amsterdam, showing an unwillingness on the part of the researches to take the long one-hour train journey to Utrecht or Rotterdam and take in those places. Although I generally prefer this series over Lonely Planet, my advice is to take the 'other' guide to the Netherlands if you're really interested in travelling outside Amsterdam

I discovered The Rough Guide series last year when I was dazzled by their guide to Thailand. By comparing the Holland version to that one, however, I'd say TRG has dropped the ball in The Netherlands. Whereas TRG Thailand approaches its subject at a subdued level of wonder, the Holland writers seem to have gone about their itinerary by suppressing their interest in anything outside of Amsterdam or art museums. Forget subdued, it's as if the authors burned out in the capital, and a mummified expedition dragged their feet through the polders out of a need to comply with the terms of their contract. Humbug quotes from famous writers set the tone for chapters on cities they dislike. Many of the towns they cover are evaluated with Amsterdam as their benchmark: Utrecht - "just a half-hour from Amsterdam, all the brashness and vitality of the capital is absent;" The Hague - "[the city's] older buildings are a rather modest collection with little of Amsterdam's flamboyance." A measly six pages are devoted to Rotterdam, none of which mention the city's uppermost nightlife (for the sake of comparison, Michelin's guide gives Rotterdam twenty). Furthermore, parks and recreation get little or no air time. Nothing is mentioned in the way of The Hague's many forests and dune parks. If you obeyed only this guide, you wouldn't know that sky diving, among other sports, is offered in the Frisian Islands.

I do enjoy the voice of the Rough Guides, that of a discerning traveller, and the gray informational sections detailing national custom are usually right on target. As expected, each of these signature features can be found here. But if you want a comprehensive guide to The Netherlands, for recreation & nightlife as well as Amsterdam & museums, you might look elsewhere. I'd start with Michelin.

This is the closest thing out there to my ideal guide. The authors really did their research, and it showed in the copious amounts of background info for each city and region. Listings for lodging, restaurants and attractions were scrupulously accurate. The Rough Guide does not have as much of a budget focus as Let's Go; it does list inexpensive places to stay, but has a little bit of a tendency to sneer at them. The only drawback for me was that the authors' taste is more boyish and more upscale than mine. They like military and shipping museums and dungeons a lot, and are a little too harsh on places they find kitschy or dull. Nevertheless, I'm glad I brought this guide along. It made my trip much more enjoyable and did a lot for my peace of mind.

Well, this is an unfortunate accident. In all eight Wild Cards books, this is easily the worst. Which is a shame, because it came after a series of above average Wild Cards novels (Down and Dirty/Ace in the Hole/The Dead Man's Hand), WC 5 and 7, especially, were the best in the series in my humble opinion.

The list of authors was by itself a bad sign: no George R. R. Martin, no Roger Zelazny, no Pat Cadigan or Walter Jon Williams. In other words, with the exception of Stephen Leigh, the heavy guns of the Wild Cards are missing.

Also, Leigh and Miller, who can generally guarantee entertaining stories about their characters, Greg Hartmann and Yeoman Brennan, aren't writing about them. This is particularly irritating in the case of Leigh, because his Hartmann stories are amoung the best things the WILD CARDS have to offer, and in this point in time, we're especially interested in where they're going.

OK, enough about what there ISN'T in this novel. What IS there? well, the sad truth is, not much, and sadly very little we haven't seen before.

About half of the novel is written by Walton Simons, and details the happening of that guy who used to be the giant Ape. I admit to have little urgent wish to learn about him, and his story, while not particularily bad, isn't very engaging. Also the titles, all puns based on the word Nobody, are particularily weak.

(BTW, I got a suspicion that all the stories'names here are based on titles of Rock songs. But that might just be because Lewish Shiner used 'Horses' the name of Patti Smith's classic, for a completely Horses free story).

Anyway, the plot, as far as there is one, focuses on a new bunch of ace kids, who can switch bodies with you and kill you. Sounds unexciting? It is. Not nearly as interesting as villains as the Astronomer was, they seem to be made of the 'forgettable' kind. I'm awfully uninterested in them.

Snodgras gives us another Tachyon soap opera. After I almost learned to like him again in Martin and Miller's The Dead Man's Hand, Snodgras abuses her little character again. She really shouldn't have been allowed to write any more Tachy stories after her very first 'Degredation Rites'. This one is particularily awful, as it involves Tachyon's falling for a doctor in the clinique ( who had LOVE INTEREST written all over her), and Blaise's final move into the dark side. This I found completely unappealing. Blaise seemed much more interesting as a guy who was neither here or there, someone both good and bad. Making him finally a villain just made him tedious. Although, Snodgras does give him some great lines "It was FUN being a terrorist'.

Miller gives us a story about conspiracies within the Shadow Fist organisation. That was pretty well executed, even if it didn't always make much sense. Definetly the best use of those jumper kids in the book.

The best piece here was, not unexpectedly, Leigh's story 'sixteen candles'. A pretty good tale about The Oddity, a threesome locked into one body, and their advanture. It is well written, but it suffers from a tame plot and uninteresting background character. Also the Oddity, as fun as he/she/it is, isn't nearly as interesting as the Puppetman.

All in all, it wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good. The WC, perhaps expectedly, is a really unequal enterprise, and this was on the weak side. Let's hope that the next one will be better.

This definitely isn't the best the WC series has to offer, but I still found it a very enjoyable read, if for no other reason than the introduction of the Jumpers, and the Oddity. The story of the Oddity (three people merged into one gigantic, misshapen body) was both beautifully tragic and romantically entertaining, while the Jumpers (seemingly normal kids who have the ability to switch bodies with people by looking into their eyes) thrilled me with the creative possibilities that they presented. I remember when I read this book for the first time, hoping that these characters would be explored further. I was not dissappointed. This is only the beginning for the Jumpers, and in future volumes, it will be seen that they have a very important part yet to play.

With a 2001 H-D softail on order, I looked forward to reading this book to learn about H-D tradition, company exploits, and product development. My reason for writing this review is to let others with similar interests know that this book offers very little on those subjects.

What Herbert Wagner has done is to merely compile a set of photographs of such things as H-D advertisements, products, and events, and annotate them in as spartan a manner as you could possibly imagine. This book borders on being completely uninformative!

Just as dissapointing is the format that was chosen by the author and his publisher. The beginning of the book, comprising the vast majority of the pages, contains photos without text. The end of the book is a series of pages that duplicate, in thumbnail sized images, all of the photos found in the beginning of the book. Next to each of these miniature images you will find a few words of descriptive text. Interestingly, the text is so small that it challenges people (even those with eagle-like vision) to read without squinting or without reaching for reading glasses.

Although I would not recommend this book to anyone, I will add that it does have a brief, well written introduction that captures the unique experience of riding a motorcycle.

This book is an OUTSTANDING collection of vintage HD photographs, set in two volumes. I would agree with one reviewer that flipping from the large picture to the thumbnail credits at the back of the books is sometimes a pain, But the quality of these old photographs is excellant and they are well printed. The only disappointment for me is the second volume which has the current era of bikes. Not as interesting as those old machines of the teens, twenties and thirties.

I would have rather received We Serve; A book of the Lions Clubs instead of The Lion of Wall Street. I guess when the sale is farmed out, sometimes the results aren't so good.