War and Peace is haunting me. Continue reading
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Man's Search for Meaning
Posted in Reading with tags Concentration Camps, Gregory David Roberts, Logotherapy, Man's Search for Meaning, Nietzche, Shantaram, Tolstoy, Victor Frankl, War and Peace on June 24, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
Wayne Carey: The Truth Hurts
Posted in Journalism, Observation, Reading with tags AFL football, Andrew Denton, Anthony Stevens, Barwon Prison, Bill Schwartz, Brisbane Bears, Casino, Charles Happell, Cocaine, Enough Rope, James Toback, Jason Akermanis, Joe Pesci, Kangaroos Football Club, Kate Nielsen, Kellie Stevens, Kevin Carey, Miami Police, Mike Tyson, Raging Bull, Sam Newman, Scorsese, The Footy Show, The Game Plan, Tyson, Wayne Carey on June 17, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
I went into this book hoping for a Raging Bull story (I’m referring, of course, to Martin Scorsese’s film about the boxer, Jake La Motta). That said, I was expecting a fairly blunt and simplistic tool designed to resuscitate Wayne’s media career. I was disappointed on the one hand, confirmed on the other, but nonetheless, held in the grip of the tale. Continue reading
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Wendy Waters
Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags Anthony O’Neill, Bronte Sisters, Catch the Moon, Fields of Grace, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Isabelle Allende, Jeanette Winterson, Joanne Harris, Keats, Mary, Mills and Boon, Scheherazade, Summer of the 17th Doll, Virginia Woolf, Wendy Waters on May 24, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
Catch the Moon, Mary
Posted in Reading with tags Wendy Waters on May 24, 2012 by Jarrod BoyleThis is the first chapter from ‘Catch the Moon, Mary’, by Wendy Waters, as promised.
At its best, his soul was in flashing, quivering, constant motion: the gold, yellow, white and silver light of it darting about like fish in a sunlit bowl. But this interminable quest had dimmed and contracted him.
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Leo Tolstoy Vs. Robert S. McNamara
Posted in Observation, Reading, Real Men with tags Agent Orange, Axis, Battle of Borodino, Errol Morris, General Kutuzov, Hitler, Holocaust, Loe Tolstoy, Napoleon, Robert S McNamara, Vietnam war, War and Peace, War criminal, World War II on May 2, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
One of the most interesting aspects of reading is that sometimes you might read something and, regardless of whether you enjoy it or not, it begins to creep into your thinking. You start to see it everywhere; kind of like when you’re walking the streets in a strange country and you feel as if you keep catching glimpses of people you know. Continue reading
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War and Peace
Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags 'Little Gidding', Four Quartets, Hawaii marathon, Napoleon, Shakespeare, T.S. Eliot, Tolstoy, War and Peace on April 27, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
Tolstoy Versus Napoleon
Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags Anna Karenina, Battle of Borodino, Brothers Karamazov, colonel kurtz, Napoleon, napoleonic war, Tolstoy, War and Peace on February 24, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
The thing about a book like War and Peace that first makes an impression on you is its size. Continue reading
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Why the Internet is Truly Awesome
Posted in Observation, Reading, Ridiculous curiosity on February 8, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
Question: What’s the difference between an instrument and an implement?
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The World is a Deaf Machine: The Loser’s Manifesto
Posted in Observation, Reading with tags National Gallery of Victoria, Shaun Tan, Sideshow Bob, Sunset Boulevard, The Red Tree on January 24, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
The Red Tree – a children’s storybook – is one of those rare works of art so powerful, it completely transcends its genre. However, I would never allow my kids to look at it. Continue reading
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In My Craft or Sullen Art
Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags Dylan Thomas, In My Craft or Sullen Art on December 29, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle
Writing is hard. Fighting is much easier, in a way; if you train hard and win, you progress. With writing, you can work assiduously, but ‘success’ (finding an audience) seems to come down to ‘market forces’, or whatever else governs publication. The simple fact of all this, however, is that it’s whinging. Both are arts; styles of asceticism and require sincere, selfless dedication.
The impulse to quit is grounded in vanity. When I need a righteous kick in the pants, Dylan Thomas is the man I go to see. Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 