If you'd ever used leaves to wipe your arse you'd appreciate a good book In the good old days I'd be able to look under the bushes to find a copy of Razzle!
I have actually used a leaf for me arse when I was on weekend camp with the T.A.'s. At Ranskill Camp, no windows in the buildings, on guard duty three o'clock in the morning, it was the nearest bush.
The Militant Muse by Whitney Chadwick. A book about the female surrealist artists including Leonora Carrington, Frida Kahlo and Lee Miller (the war photographer) who took a bath in Hitler's apartment. There's also an interesting chapter on the resistance to the German occupation of Jersey by Claude Cahun (female) and Suzanne Malherbe and how they just managed to escape execution. If you are interested in art and the build up to the second world war then this is a pretty good read.
'Helsinki Angels'.....My new book is out today on Amazon....'.A David Moss Private Investigator Yarn'... 80k words of mirth and mystery surrounding the disappearance of a Brit in Helsinki, Finland and the tasks undertaken by a Private Eye to find him. Only £8.99...
Currently reading Ernest Hemmingways first and much acclaimed ( by some) novel, For Whom the Bell Tolls. 'One of the greatest novels our troubled age will produce'- The Observer. 'The best book Hemmingway has written'-New York Times. Briefly, its about an American, Robert Johnson, who joins the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War to fight the Facists. He has been sent to blow up an important bridge which could tilt the war the Republicans way. I'm onto page 370 and he still hasn't blown the ****er up. I must be missing something but I'm finding it hard work. The Spanish guerrilla band he has joined all speak as though they come from Sheffield with 'thee that and thar the other' in every sentence. Surely an oversight on Hemmingways part? I've heard he liked a drink? I'm beginning to think he'd had a few when he wrote parts of this. Not impressed so not recommended.
There is a Hemingway museum in Oak Park, Chicago, where he grew up as a kid. About 12 miles or so from the centre of Chicago, when I got there it was closed. Wouldn't you know it. So I spent the time looking at the Frank Lloyd Wright houses in the hood.
