This is an interesting book on the history of research, scholarship, and popular views of Angkor. Unfortunately, there is not much information about the city or culture of Angkor. Thus the book is mistitled. Are the French and other explorers and scholars of Angkor really more important than the ancient Khmer peoples and their accomplishments?

Angkor is an ancient Cambodia city, which is mostly known for its temples with giant smiling faces carved on them, and banyan trees growing all over them. This book has a few Chinese accounts of Angkor when it was still inhabited, but deals mostly with its discovery by western archeologists, and subsequent tourism and restoration efforts. The book also has brief discussions of military campaigns from the colonial period through the Khmer Rouge, and their impact on the ruins. There are some nice cross section illustrations of the temples at Angkor Wat, and many photographs of banyan trees growing on buildings.

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If you start with Tomato Red and work backwards, you can chart Woodrell's growth and maturity as a writer. Tomato's story of down-and-outers who consistently act contrary to their own best interests is both entertaining and riveting. The first-person narrative sets a mood that grabs you on the first page and never lets go. The third-person voice of The Ones You Do is not as assured, but the plot and characters are interesting, and Woodrell displays his characteristic flair for language and ear-catching dialogue.

Woodrell also has a way of evoking sympathy for people whose actions you can't condone, and the protagonist of The Ones, John X Shade, is as amusing as he is appalling. The sense of pathos in this novel improves upon its predecessor, Muscle for the Wing, which focuses on John's son, Rene. Muscle reads like a lesser Elmore Leonard novel transplanted to the Ozarks - a TV movie with crisper dialogue. The Ones has some of the same stock characters as Muscle - small-time criminals who underestimate their oppostion, well-endowed women who jump into bed all too eagerly, etc. But the decline in John X's skills in his older years and his humorous fatalism raise the story above that of a standard action hero.

Woodrell has written five "Ozark noir" novels and one about the Civil War, Woe to Live On. Each of the Ozark novels improves upon its predecessor, but that's not a reason to bypass his earlier work. In fact, what I enjoyed most was observing Woodrell's development of skills from one book to the next. Woe to Live On was only his second novel, but stands on its own as a very different and very affecting commentary on the war. Its first-person voice finds full flower in Give Us a Kiss and Tomato Red. I recommend immersing yourself in Woodrell's work for a while; if nothing else, you'll be entertained and learn how one writer honed his skill -- maybe there's hope for the rest of us!

Woodrell is a master of dark humor, peopleing his novels with characters who have yet to be housebroken. But with Woodrell the rough, rowdy and savage characters are very human - embracing both the good life and destructive fate with humor. Although the cover blurb leads one to expect Rene Shade as a major character, he is a sideline. His father John X. and ten-year-old half sister Etta are at the center of the story. Etta keeps her aged father going, getting him his first drink of the morning, serving sandwiches and beer at his poker games, and reading his every move ... sassing him back with his own words. This is a kid who cons her Dad into believing school starts November 9 for public school students, thus avoiding school. She is a memorable survivor.

Two love interests assist in creating a coherent image of the Shade family. Rene has fallen for a basketball player who is as unsure as he as to what future she wants. Tip has fallen for Gretel who is currently living in a home for pregnant women putting children up for adoption. Gretel is the product of a hippie couple surviving in the back woods on the standard government property cash crop and proud of their lack of conveniences. While she understands marriage to be a kind of death, living in a house with plumbing is a major life goal.

The plot would be predictable if it were not for humorous turns of fate. John X. is on the lam - his pursuer attempts to increase his capital by scamming a tourist couple who are scam artists themselves. A cockolded husband who's held a grudge for 40 years, goes to kill the agressor only to die of a heart attack ...

The writing is good quality - with turns of phrases here and there that are pleasant, memorable and believable surprises in the otherwise harsh environment.

So if you want to kick back, turn your mind off and read for sheer pleasure, Daniel Woodrell has again fit the bill.

Having read several books regarding Lindgergh and the kidnapping of his baby, I found this to be the least plausible. His conclusion isn't well supported and seems to be making the pieces fit. Also, he introduces so many outside characters that you forget what or who you're reading about! It makes the idea of "six degrees of separation" into more like twenty. There are other "Crime of the Century" books out there that are better researched and supported.

Anyone who has studied the tousled hair and body language of Charles Lindbergh alongside that of John F. Kennedy will see some similarities, right down to the way they stuck their hands in the pockets of their suitcoats. The hero image of Lucky Lindy and that of the commander of PT-109. Here, Noel Behn makes a well-documented hypothesis that there was a cover-up in the Lindberg kidnapping case. His access to the archives of then New Jersey governor Hoffman, who was discredited by a corruption scandal at the moment he was raising doubts about Hauptmann's guilt (some have gone so far to say he was close to Fritzl Kuhn's "German-American Bund"), adds an additonal modicum of credibility to Behn's offering. When one reads Behn and then looks at what news icon Peter Jennings presented last year in his retrospective on the Lindberg case, Jennings becomes the moral equivalent of Dan Rather getting caught posing as a Mujaheddin rebel on his own news show. Behn suggests that there may have been no kidnapping at all and that Anne Morrow Lindberg's sister is the card in this game of Clue. The motive for the murder, jealousy. The motive for the cover up, the reputation of a young hero, the future of aviation, and the reputation of America's most powerful banking institution. Enter Col. Norman Schwarzkopf, the rigid, commander of the New Jersey State Police and father of our Desert Storm hero "Stormin (but not to Baghdad) Norman". Add Republican lawyer/dealmaker "Wild Bill" Donovan (who would become head of the OSS during World War II) to the mix. And the zealous prosecutor David Wilentz, who had lines open to organized crime and its legit businesses as some say the law firm that bears his name continues to have today. There was no "Grassy Knoll" here. But there was "the cemetery". Best for one to get the details oneself. What sets this work apart from others is that it dares to think outside the box on one of the great "crimes of the century". When examining the film footage of the trial, how dissimilar are the tirades of Wilentz against Hauptmann from those of Nazi Volksrichter Freissler against Colonel Von Stauffenberg, who placed the bomb under Hitler's desk in the Wolfschanze? The older sister of Anne Morrow Lindberg was spirited off to the United Kingdom, Behn tells us. There was the marraige of the sister to a British academic type, ensuing mental problems and an early death under strange circumstances. Considering that coming up with new revelations about the Lindberg "kidnapping" is about as difficult as obtaining the latest revelations about the progress of making public the texts of the Dead Sea Scrolls, Behn's work (including his hypothesis)has established the foundation upon which a yonger generation of journalists and investigative reporters can build.

I found this book to be extremely interesting. Noel Behn did an excellent job keeping my attention. He was able to present an amazing amount of detail while still making it easy to follow.

I too was hoping for more about Bruno's racing experiences than reading about racing in Europe. There are other books for that. What he did write about his own experiences I enjoyed. I only wish there was more of it.

Bruno chronicles his amateur cycle racing season and a parallel pro season, as seen through TV coverage. He captures the monomania that seems to be a part of racing, and the descriptions of his races are quite good--the long frustrations, punctuated by occasional flashes of glory when you can do no wrong or simply get lucky. The descriptions of the pro season are less successful. I was left wishing for more of his racing and training, and less of his second-hand view of the pro peleton.

This book could have been something like _Caught Inside_, Daniel Duane's similar account of surfing for a year on the California coast. I don't think the author has quite found his own voice yet--the writing is too self-conciously Hemingwayesque, and he flinches from the idea that readers may actually be more interested in a struggling cat 3 than in the heroes in Europe.

I agree somewhat with the previous reviewer with the exception that I do not think the parts of the book dealing with Euro racing were uninteresting or poorly written. It's just that those stories have all been told before, while the story of the writer's own experiences as he attempts to upgrade from Cat IV was fresh and even more interesting. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and the writing style and I hope the author will write more.

Although not advertised as such, this is a Bruno Gmunder/Spartacus City Guide, which is dedicated solely to male homosexual pornography, including graphic pictures. As a married 38-year-old mother of a five-year-old child, I wasn't very interested in the subject matter.

Gay people don't complain when they read straight books, nor do straight people label there books like: "The Straight Guide to Amsterdam" The book was fine. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Im glad I did research on the book first before I bought it :)

I hated this book for all the same reasons that the previous reviewer loved it. Latour's voice changes add some depth to the story, but are done in a manner so convoluted that much of the substance is lost. Using Aramis itself as the voice of martyred technology just becomes increasingly absurd throughout the book. There are much better books than this out there about man's relationship with technology, do yourself a favor and find one of them.

This is a very disturbing but at the same time very thought-provoking book on the adoption of a hypermodern new means of public transportation. Aramis was a small car version of the driverless subway which is now commonly known because of applications in Lille (France) and Orlando (USA)
Latour disguises as a student of engineering sciences and writes a kind of whodunnit on the final question: 'who killed Aramis"? Because he lends his voice to the engineer, to his professor of Sociology,
to the Aramis system itself and to himself as an author, the book shows different views on the same reality.
Highly documented with texts that would be dynamite if they had been published during the development of the Aramis train system itself.
Latour shows why Conservative governments never would adopt really revolutionary developments in public transportation.

At times a difficult book, but hilarious too, and a reader for every technology-minded post-structuralist and post-marxist thinker...

Stefaan Van Ryssen

This purports to be a comprehensive guide to gay saunas. Interesting illustrations accompany its listings. However, you might as well pay a few bucks more and get the big Spartacus guide (which is published annually and more likely to be current than this guide).

Imagine my surprise. I thought I had ordered a guide to European saunas--the classy, clean, public saunas enjoyed by men & women together around Europe. Instead, this book is a guide to the gay "sauna culture" of Europe. I will say that it seems to be a very well compiled and useful guide for its purpose. I can't vouch for the accuracy of the data in the book since, for obvious reasons, I didn't try to visit any of the facilities listed.

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For the person who wants to make a career as a travel agent, or just for the person who wants to learn as much as possible about the travel industry, this book is a must.

there is no way this book deserves 3 stars. droll? clever? smart? don't be ridiculous. I agree with a prior poster who suggests that this might have made a decent short story - but its far too weak of a premise/joke to spread over an entire novel...it reminds me of the jokes that take 15-20 minutes to tell and don't have a funny punchline on purpose...the joke teller gets satisfaction from wasting the time of his audience...maddox certainly wasted my time with this book...the only reason i bothered finishing it was because i friend of mine recommended it to me...

This is a bad book. Bad in the not at all good way. The fact that the book more or less rests on the oh-so-clever premise of "this is a bad book on purpose" in no way excuses the fact that, folks, this is a bad book. Hand me a burger and tell me it tastes bad, but on purpose (wink, wink) does not make the burger taste better. The premise could have possibly worked as a subplot, perhaps the activities of a character, but as the entire plot it failed miserably. Maybe it would have even worked as a short short story. In any case, expanded over what actually did seem like a million pages, it was torture. I don't know why I even finished it other than morbid curiosity that something, in fact, this bad could have been published. Aspiring authors: read this book- it will give you hope that even what you write in your sleep could be published. This was just a plainly bad book. Wink wink or not.

As you'll remember, the last hundred years were boutfifully ripe with subjects for satire. Unfortunately, scores of overpaid memoirists have built careers by taking everything so damned seriously -- and we, the reading public, only enabled them with our indulgence.

To the rescue comes Maddox's first novel. Mordantly witty, mechanically unique, and -- this is the important part -- entirely NOT BORING, "My Little Blue Dress" delivers a hilarious and transparently fraudulent traipse down one smelly centegenarian's memory lane. After the "true" author is revealed, readers are also treated to a dead-on skewering of present day New York and all its vanities (a delight for anyone who loves, or loves to hate, the city). Along the way Maddox manages to make some insightful cultural commentary; thanfully his playful pacing and style prevent the text from degenerating into another steaming pile of theses.

This is a very good book. If enough thoroughly mediocre novels come out, we will one day be calling it a great book, an important book. If enough of us do that, someone will oneday launch a Maddox Studies Program at a small liberal arts college. Hopefully it will happen soon enough that Maddox will be around to make fun of them too.