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Miles’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Miles’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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Miles Watson
Goodreads Author
Born
Evanston, Illinois, The United States
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George Orwell, Lawrence Sanders, Herman Wouk, Frank Herbert, John Kobl
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Member Since
February 2016
THE LAST OF HALLOWEEN HORROR (2025)
As we slide into Thanksgiving -- I'm already too fat, and now I'm gonna get fatter -- I realized that I have yet to finish off my Halloween Horror series for 2025. So without further ado, and because Spooky Season is a state of mind rather than a date on a calendar, I am leaving the last of the thirty-one reviews I pledged to drop in October. I do realize Goodreads is a strange place to review mov
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| "Tale" is very entertaining first-person biopic of Craig "Gator" Bodzianowski, a Chicago-based boxer who lost his leg in a motorcycle accident only to return to the ring with a prosthetic leg, eventually punching his way to a cruiserweight title shot ...more | |
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| "Factotum" is one of a series of semiautobiographical books Charles Bukowski wrote about himself, the others I'm aware of being "Ham on Rye" and "Post Office." Together they paint a picture of what George Orwell called "the passive, unmoral man" -- n ...more | |
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| Like so many men who wrote memoirs of their WW1 experiences, Edmund Blunden was a poet. Unlike most of them, he wrote his memoirs in a style with a strong poetic flavor. While never reaching the levels of excess that marked, say, Hugh Quigley's memoi ...more | |
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| A book does not have to be great to be memorable. THE SLOT is not great; it is not always even good; but it is uniformly memorable. A curious hybrid of pulp potboiler, fictive memoir, and insightful study of human nature in war, it succeeds brilliant ...more | |
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| This was a fun an interesting little read. I say "little" because like all large print books it does not take much time to get through (in my case, about 3 - 4 days, just reading portions at night before bed or over coffee). It is the story of the HM ...more | |
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| Like so many men who wrote memoirs of their WW1 experiences, Edmund Blunden was a poet. Unlike most of them, he wrote his memoirs in a style with a strong poetic flavor. While never reaching the levels of excess that marked, say, Hugh Quigley's memoi ...more | |
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“It wasn’t fair, but maybe Tommy was right on that score. Maybe a man didn’t have no right to ask for fair. Maybe a man made fair for himself.”
― Pleas and Thank Yous
― Pleas and Thank Yous
“It is no easy thing to be in your mid-twenties and realize that, holy shit, this is it, this is as good as it gets, and from here it's all downhill, the fun's over, the hijinks have jinked their last, nothing lies ahead but drudgery and toil and a sagging belly and death. It's harder yet when a stupid bitch, a numbfuck cunt, one of those horrible sweet-smelling OMG types who wouldn't talk to you in high school and sure as fuck won't talk to you now, takes position on your elbow with a cell phone jammed into her cheek, yammering away. Because who wants to listen to the stream of shit coming out of her mouth? Gossip about friends. Gossip about enemies. Gossip about celebrities. Gossip about gossip. Not a thought in her head. Not a fact. Nothing of interest. Nothing of worth. Just an avalanche of verbal rubbish. The Patriots took on the Redcoats, the Blue fought the Gray, the National Guard stormed the beaches of Normandy, so this submoronic cretin could stand here in her designer boots and talk about what happened at the club last night.”
― A Fever In The Blood
― A Fever In The Blood
“The course she was on was as fixed and unalterable as the trajectory of a bullet, but you could see she did not believe that. No one in the life ever believed it. They saw a dozen, a hundred, a thousand people precede them into the trap, saw how unvarying and pitiless the end was, and with all that fresh in their minds they did the same, of their own free will.”
― Cage Life
― Cage Life
“New York, I thought, was a city defined by its flaws. In every possible way, its virtues were overwhelmed by its vices, as Jekyll was by Hyde. Yet it was these very vices that gave the city its character - like tar in an oak barrel lending its flavor to Scotch.”
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“I thought fleetingly of Anne, how the faces changed but the act was always the same, the need was always the same, no one drew a line between the sex you bought and the love you made, and your body could not tell the difference.”
― Cage Life
― Cage Life
“Kraut was a stand-up guy in the old tradition, in a strange way reminiscent of my father in his steadfast refusal to abandon a position once he had taken it. It was a quality I lacked, and so admired in others when they weren't using it to beat me to the canvas or break my heart.”
― Cage Life
― Cage Life
“The course she was on was as fixed and unalterable as the trajectory of a bullet, but you could see she did not believe that. No one in the life ever believed it. They saw a dozen, a hundred, a thousand people precede them into the trap, saw how unvarying and pitiless the end was, and with all that fresh in their minds they did the same, of their own free will.”
― Cage Life
― Cage Life
“He looked like an idol consecrated to the gods of arrogance. Damned if I would bow.”
― Cage Life
― Cage Life
