Bruno Books

This is a good book for those who want a souvenier of their time in New York. It's a collection of New York photographs that make you feel like you're back in the city. Good for the coffee table or a guest room.

The book is very disappointing. The book consists of badly manipulated photos of New York City scenes. It is a lousy book on New York City, as well as a lousy travel book.

I was extremely disappointed in this book. I'm not sure who this book is suppose to be targeting and I don't think the author is either. I read and got everything I possibly could from this book in less than 20 minutes. It is filled with mostly empty charts and pages. In fact, that is what the majority of the book is comprised of. Quality information is sorely lacking. Without a doubt, this is one of the worst purchases I have ever made. Do not buy this book until you have handled it personally either in a book store or through a library. If you do, you will regret it!!

... but I found the book to be of great use. A friend of mine purchased the book several years ago, and during the time I utilized the program, I made impressive gains. Unfortunately, my lifting partner and I lost touch and I never saw the book again. :) Most of the exercises are above and beyond what the casual lifter wants (power cleans, anyone?), but with some selective editing of the program, my friend and I were quite happy. One must also realize that the book is aimed at potential football players, being the training program of the University of Tennessee. Lastly, the setting of unrealistic goals will very quickly make one wish one were on a different program. However, I believe that this book is overall a useful resource to anyone who wants to diversify their training program.

This is the first in a series of small format books put out by Bruno Gmunder that eventually grew to total 17 books showcasing the new male nude photographers. Some more well know than others. This first book of Clifford Baker's photography was not the most impressive in the series. These are black & white images of very muscular young men, mostly nude. Many of the models are very handsome & certainly pleasant to look at. However, I had one problem with the all of these images and that is they all too posed. There isn't much feeling or emotion coming out of these photographs. The camera should bring these models to life, it fails in this respect. Most are shot outdoors in awkward situations.

I think this is a good representation of Clifford Baker's work, and with all due respect, you either like his work or you don't. If you're a collector like I am than you certainly should have this first book of the series in your collection. If you're buying is limited check out the other 16 books before you decide on this one.

Unless you are a big fan of Clifford Baker's work,I really see no reason why you should buy this book.I bought it,because I liked the guy on the front cover.But,to my dismay,this was the only photo of him in the book.Even worse,his picture was the best in the whole collection!Appart from very few (though notable) exceptions the rest of the material was almost boring.I thought that reading Egbert Hoermann's comments at the end of the book would help me understand and appreciate Baker's work.Far from it!Hoermann claims that Baker's "seemingly unstaged" photographs try to reconcile civilization with nature.On the contrary,the photos seemed overstaged to me,and the models (with their tough street-smart looks) gave me the impression of being in complete contrast with the natural settings Baker uses.For example,there is an image of a long-haired guy sunbathing beneath a glorious sky.Well,the photo is a poor use of both the sky's and the blond youth's beauty!The young man looks like he just came out of a Hollywood beauty salon (perfect hair,perfect skin) and hardly like someone relaxing after frolicing in the sun.Overall,Euros #01 greatly disappointed me and I would not recommend it.Try finding something better to buy.It won't be difficult at all!

Clifford Baker in yet another small format series book showcases models we are familiar with and a few that are unfamiliar - all tightly wrapped in photographic cliches. Baker is someone who might want to consider spending a little time reviewing what other photographers are up to before publishing yet another predictable book like this one. As hard as I try to keep an open mind, I find that Baker is, like many Californian photographers, in need of a major wake-up call. San Francisco or Hollywood is not where cutting edge photography is coming from these days.

Baker has one thing that works for him, gay men will spend money on this material and think of it as art, but in retrospect I would much rather refer anyone, gay or straight to photographers such as Bruce Weber, Stephen Meisel, Peter Lindbergh, or the constantly impressionistic David LaChappel. If you research some of these photographers books on Amazon, you will find that they might be more costly, but in my opinion, well worth the investment.

This is not just a book of Tuscan countryside photographs. This is an all around useful tool to help the reader learn about various regions of Tuscany and what they are known for. While there may be other books with more stunning photographs that does not invalidate that these photos too reflect the region. The book is helpful for a new traveller to the region and provides a small list of resources at the end of the book. I actually think it is better than some other books on Tuscany that I have seen. Overall I would describe this book as helpful but perhaps a seasoned traveller to the area would want a more in depth and detailed work. Still I give it 3 stars.

I found this book very dark and unimpressive. The pictures tended to be grainy and dark, some even out of focus. Having just returned from Tuscany I know the country abounds with spectacular photographic opportunities - unfortunately that is not represented in this book.

For this book, Bettelheim interviewed several teenage kids from kibbutz Ramat Yohanan. One of them told him he'd like to be a fighter pilot and a nuclear physicist. Bettelheim concluded that kibbutz education teaches kids to have unrealistic expectations, and wrote as much in his book.

As it happens, the boy in question, Kobi Richter, went on to become a fighter pilot and a squadron leader in the Israeli air force, then did a science doctorate in Israel and a post-doc in MIT. He founded several high-tech companies and today heads Medinol, a maker of state-of-the-art medical stents (They just won a big settlement from Boston Scientific for breaching their patents)

Bettelheim was using an interpreter, so he should have taken extra care. He failed to recognize a exceptional talent, and wrote baseless generalizations founded on incorrect data. Some kibbutzniks say this is typical of his book - he came over for a few months, formed superficial opinions through a language barrier, and hastened to publish.

Some of the pics had great photographic views, but most were flat out boring pics with no taste of professional photography. In my opinion, the book was a waste of money. I've seen much better photography skills out there. It seems that this photographer just put a muscular body in front of the lense and snapped the camera. In my opinion, there was no sense of "art" in these pics (for the most part).

Doesn't being half an animal and half a squirrel make him freak enough? Why doesn't he just stick with that as his main attraction? And what's with the bag over his head? Is that supposed to hide his"Hidious" features or something? He didn't look scary at all so why put a bag over his head in the first place? I liked the flipping action though. You can make it go backwards too, which is kinda fun. My sister hates it.

You know how some coffee table books are too pretty to throw out but not quite pretty enough to look at again? About 2 pages in I felt like this was not pretty enough to look at the first time. Clean black line drawings adrift from context cannot be colored into being interesting. What may have the scintillation and fun lacking here is behind-the-hand gossip about how this tarted-up, over-priced art book got published in the first place. Although that's probably a dreary story, too, judging by these results. Precious. Tired. Disappointing.

La literatura española pasó por una época negra durante el neoclásico. Leyendo esta comedia no pude evitar el acordarme de La Vida Es Sueño, escrita unos ciento y pico de años antes, o La Casa de Bernarda Alba, escrita unos ciento y pico de años después. Qué bajón pegaron las letras en el siglo XVIII. En fin, ahí queda esta obra de Moratín, una comedia graciosilla pero que no tiene ni fu ni fa.

Although mostly a vanity piece, this book had some moments of redemption threaded through. I would have liked more depth regarding her September 11th experiences abroad and her road to Ironman Kona after her husband was diagnosed with cancer and less of her reciting her race times. The subtitle was a distractor - the book had very little to do with menopause. It's not for the average age-grouper - this is a privileged woman married to a doctor who is able to jet to Fiji, Rimini, Hawaii, etc. simply to race.