I'm 200 or so pages into Pirate Latitudes by my fave author, Michael Crichton. Latitudes is of course, his last full novel ( his people are going to find a writer to finish a partly done manuscript found on his computer after his death) and is in the style of The Great Train Robbery. A historicaly set novel featuring real places (and people, at least in Train's case.) but fictitious happenings. It's a great read, a real page turner, though the fact that I only have a hundred pages to go makes me sad. I wish his last book (again, basically last book) could have been ten thousand pages.
ALso, I finished recently the Patricia Cornwall non fiction book about the artist Walter Sickert being Jack The Ripper. Apparently, alot of people are mad about her claims, but they seem to be either people who have devoted their life to studying the artist, or so called "Ripperologist." Well obviously Ripperologist don't want Jack The Ripper's identity to be discovered. They would then have to go get real jobs. I have to say, the evidence Ms. Cornwall puts forth in her book has certainly made me a believer, looking at Sickerts paintings alone were enough to sway me. Even if he wasn't the Ripper, something was very, very wrong with the man. That said, Cornwall comes off as an insufferable bitch, and her holier than thou attitude has ensured I will never purchase and read one of her fiction books. Another thing is the amount of hipocracy included in the book. She bitches more than once about her hatred of other people who have studied the Ripper case in calling their suspect the definitive Ripper, and saying they solved the case and the such. She argues in the text this should never be said, yet sub titles her book Case Closed. Ugh.
ALso, I finished recently the Patricia Cornwall non fiction book about the artist Walter Sickert being Jack The Ripper. Apparently, alot of people are mad about her claims, but they seem to be either people who have devoted their life to studying the artist, or so called "Ripperologist." Well obviously Ripperologist don't want Jack The Ripper's identity to be discovered. They would then have to go get real jobs. I have to say, the evidence Ms. Cornwall puts forth in her book has certainly made me a believer, looking at Sickerts paintings alone were enough to sway me. Even if he wasn't the Ripper, something was very, very wrong with the man. That said, Cornwall comes off as an insufferable bitch, and her holier than thou attitude has ensured I will never purchase and read one of her fiction books. Another thing is the amount of hipocracy included in the book. She bitches more than once about her hatred of other people who have studied the Ripper case in calling their suspect the definitive Ripper, and saying they solved the case and the such. She argues in the text this should never be said, yet sub titles her book Case Closed. Ugh.