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An Instant Classic!!!!Review Date: 2004-05-16
an instant favoriteReview Date: 2001-08-03

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An Introduction to St. Theopan the RecluseReview Date: 2005-07-16
It covers not only the main events in St. Theophan's life, but also interesting details of his form of monkhood, of his vast correspondence, and a general presentation of his writings concluding with a sound study of The Way of Salvation, his main book.
Those who want to study St. Theophan's writings further will have many thousands of pages to enjoy!
Clear and insightfulReview Date: 2000-03-06
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review of the link: a victorian mysteryReview Date: 2004-12-12
Storyline ....Review Date: 2002-07-07

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Baekeland's Resin: Miracle Material, Plastic PeopleReview Date: 2004-01-13
Bakelite made Baekeland very, very rich - such that his heirs were very, very idly rich. In 1972, one of the Bakelite babies' babies' baby murdered his mummy (a mere Baekeland by marriage.)
Authors Robins
and Aronson stay in the background here, letting the principals, via correspondence and interviews, speak for themselves.
Their torrid tale melds back and forth chronologically, and hither and yon geographically with the globetrotting High Society
set, with an ironic only-in-true-life end: Death by Plastic. Sumptuous Decadence!
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The Best of Its KindReview Date: 2007-04-10
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WonderfulReview Date: 2000-06-12
A gut wrenching page turnerReview Date: 2000-05-08
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One of my favorite booksReview Date: 1999-11-02
Great Book...my children love it!Review Date: 1999-05-04

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The Best Yet From WebPointersReview Date: 2000-02-16
A must-have reference for anyone interested in e-commerce!Review Date: 2000-01-30


Brilliantly enlarged pictures, much varietyReview Date: 2004-08-31
If you just want pictures, some of which seem quite large, this book has 250 illustrations, including 240 plates in full color. If you like descriptions of pictures, you might find yourself jumping around in the book. A large picture on page 10 is labeled: `Opposite: `Newton' 1795/c. 1805 (no. 249, detail) on page 11. After the Index on pages 296-298 is a Checklist of Works Exhibited at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on pages 299-304 provide a variety of numbers, including a catalogue number in brackets as follows:
129 [249] Newton 1795/c. 1805 Color print finished in pen and ink and watercolor 46 x 60 (18 1/8 x 23 5/8) on paper approx. 54.5 x 76 (21 1/2 x 30) Tate; presented by W. Graham Robertson 1939
The full picture is shown on page 213 with a tiny number 249 in the corner by the top margin and a description on page 212 that includes more information than above about "Signed `1795 WB inv [in monogram]' and the inscription. It is possible that the detail page 10 is about full size, showing the lower 30 cm. of a picture that is 46 cm. tall. Catalogue number 248, Sketch for Newton c. 1795 described on page 212 as being on a paper slightly smaller than standard typing paper, might not appear in this book at all. Turning back the page from 212 to pages 210-211 reveals a gigantic crawling Nebuchadnezzar 1795/c. 1805 (no. 247, detail) which is a 30 x 46 cm. (almost 12 inch by 18 inch) enlargement of less than half of a picture that was even larger 44.6 x 62 (17 5/8 x 24 3/8) originally. Pages 210-211 is almost lifesize, with a nose 2 inches long and 5 inches from the bottom of Nebuchadnezzar's lower lip to the part in his hair just above his forehead.
It is difficult to tell how many numbered pictures are not in this book. The final catalogue number 303 described as `Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion 1804 - c. 1820' on page 282 is a general reference used to cover paintings of Jerusalem plate 97 (detail) (p. 283), Plate 1 (p. 284), Plate 2 (p. 285), Plates 3, 4, 9, and 11 (p. 287), Plate 12, Plate 26 (p. 289), Plates 51, 69, 70, 84 (p. 291), Plates 92, 97, 99 (p. 293), and pages describing these 15 plates describe 7 plates from Jerusalem that are not shown.
People who are interested in reading interpretations of Blake's works will find a sponsor's forward by Stephen Deuchar on page 7, Acknowledgements and Preface by Robin Hamlyn, Christine Riding and Elizabeth Barker on pages 8-9, `William Blake: The Man' by Peter Ackroyd on pages 11-13, `Blake in His Time' by Marilyn Butler on pages 15-25, a Chronology on pages 26-28 and initials of 10 individuals indicating other authorship on page 29.
`One of the Gothic Artists' on pages 32-97 describes items up to catalogue number 96, `The Queen of Heaven in Glory.' `The Furnace of Lambeth's Vale' on pages 100-171 starts with a description of Blake's Printmaking Studio and various techniques, including a detail on page 111 shown more than 5 times the original size of the small print no. 107 There is No Natural Religion 1788/1795 Copy L shown on page 110. There is in this part a political section called "Lambeth and the Terror" on pages 152-167 which mention items of `Rex vs. Blake' catalogue numbers 208 through 210, items that are not shown. Perhaps we learn more by merely seeing no. 212, The Accusers c. 1804 Copy E on page 167, "A Scene in the Last Judgment."
Pictures are generally clear enough for the lettering by William Blake to be legible, where it is not too small, but pages have been selected without regard to the continuity of the original text. For example, Blake's comments on Swedenborg in his book THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL, Catalogue no. 127, pages 132-135, include Plate 21 and Plate 24 but not the pages between to and from which the thoughts carry over.
`Chambers of the Imagination' on pages 174-257 includes items numbered from 219 to 297 The Ancient of Days 1824? `Many Formidable Works' on pages 258-293 concludes with many plates from a few of Blake's works. No. 298 Plate 42 `The Tyger' on page 269 (upper left) is lightly colored, "Shown in profile beneath the pale blue bark of a tree trunk," (p. 268) while no. 163 Plate 42 Copy G c. 1793-1794 on page 155 shows a tree and tyger with much darker colors.
Anyone who plans to enjoy looking at the pictures more than anything else could start with this book. People who seriously study WILLIAM BLAKE must have their own reasons. Because his writings cover so much, most people could gain some knowledge of bits and pieces from a work like this.
Beautiful ArtReview Date: 2004-04-24
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Who are the brain police?Review Date: 2007-07-25
Setting aside the serious issues of disloyalty and tyranny, "Alien Ink" is a superbly funny, often hilarious book. Robins used the Freedom of Information Act to obtain the files of over a hundred writers.
I laughed out loud at the dumb clucks who investigated the subversive threat of Joyce Kilmer, a woman (as the FBI thought) who had then been dead for 23 years.
You can't make this stuff up.
Of course, there was a serious side to all this. Not of a serious threat to the nation. Nothing could be funnier than the COINTELPRO operation designed by the Federal Bureau of Morons to create dissention among American Communists.
If the Communists had not existed, the FBI would have had to invent them, which, in a sense, it did.
J. Edgar Hoover went to his grave knowing nothing about Communism, but he knew what he didn't like: furriners, homosexuals (lot of transference there), blacks, women, Jews, poets, thinkers, adulterers.
Being both a moral and a physical coward, he greedily collected information (almost all of it wrong, the files show) about writers, but he was too afraid to do anything to them. Writers under the cloudy microscope of the bureau were not disappeared into concentration camps. At worst, most of the time, even in the McCarthy era, they had trouble getting passports or were harassed in childish ways.
Hoover was scared of them because they were smarter than he was and they had the means and access to publicity to fight back. Had Robins sought the files of more obscure Americans -- high school teachers, for example -- the story would be less funny and more grim.
Still, malevolent creep that he was, Hoover did writers as much damage as he dared. The files collected are not only of leftists. You did not need to be denounced by some perverted Catholic bishop to get into the FBI's index prohibitorum. You did not even need to be alive. Hoover kept files on his friends, too.
Of course, being a friend and (like professional libeler George Sokolsky) an agent of Hoover's was no easy job. She could be a real bitch.
All subsequent directors of the FBI -- who have all been tall -- have been grateful for the long reign of the twisted little freak. Every stupid trick the bureau undertook for half a century can be explained away now as part of the regrettable failings of a weird psychotic who somehow inveigled himself into a position of power.
Unfortunately, that's not the case. The FBI didn't behave the way it did and does because of Hoover but because all secret political police must behave that way. Although Robins was hesitantly hopeful of better behavior -- especially if the FBI were to be given a legal charter to operate under, which has never happened -- secret political police forces cannot ever change.
One reason is that men of intelligence and decency cannot be recruited. As Robins' selections from their reports make blindingly clear, FBI special agents were uneducated hicks with stunted morals. There is no reason to think that has changed in the past 15 years.
We really didn't need an FBI for the longest time. The only subversives who were killing people were the Ku Klux Klan, and Hoover left the Klan alone as long as it disposed of the bodies discreetly.
Now we have within our borders subversives who really are killing Americans, by the thousands, and we could use a secret intelligence force to root them out and destroy them. Unfortunately, as the daily newspapers show, the FBI is just as bad at chasing real enemies as imaginary ones.
"Alien Ink" is a book to be savored on many levels.

A must for collectors of Australian potteryReview Date: 1999-04-18
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