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Vinicius Tomé viniciustome — Fantastic collection of essays on the giants of country music that really gets to the heart of what makes good country music great - think sorrow, regret and everything we've ever lost and will.

Micmic Microphone mic_mic — When I was a kid, my parents took me to see the movie Mission Impossible. I was very young, and nearly slept through the whole thing. What I do remember seeing though, thrilled me despite my total lack of understanding of the plot. I didn't quite get why the characters were doing what they were doing, or why it was significant, but it was exciting, and I fought to keep my eyes open. Reading The Spy Who Came in From the Cold was exactly like that experience. I found myself intrigued by the story of Alex Leamas, a spy who has been in "the cold" of East Germany for many years, but I can't say I understood it. I read it, seeing the actions in my mind's eye, parsing the twists and turns and motivations of the characters, but always having the feeling that I was missing something. I could choose to feel sorry for myself and blame the book for not providing enough information, but I honestly think my sense of bafflement added to the reading experience. Leamas himself is lost and befuddled at times. He is never told the whole truth, and he must rely on his skewed senses of logic and loyalty to preserve himself and the woman he comes to care about. The whole novel is a slow burn toward a taut and deliciously devious endgame. Throughout, le Carré maintains the terrifying and gloomy uncertainty of the Cold War. People are not who they seem, loyalties shift (or not) in the blink of an eye. This was one of the first Cold War spy thrillers I have ever read. I doubt it will become my favorite genre, but I don't deny it was an interesting read, and I will be checking out Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, le Carré's arguably more well-known work, before the movie comes out on DVD.

Christine Hummell rawbbit — It's a rough couple of days whenever I re-read this book: the book drags me over the pavement every time. I tend to turn to it when I'm already entering a state of either self-pity or self-loathing, and for the majority of the book it does nothing but heighten the mood. But I'm in love with the brilliant and bent characters that reside in this book, their existential struggles consume me for the time that I am within the pages. It's not so much a book that revels in the lowest points of humanity, but reveals the difficulties and perhaps even insurmountable obstacles for even the best of people. Is there redemption at the end? Yes, but muted one, a gritty one, but one that always seems to me more honest for its dimness. This book contains greatness. I've always said that the reason I can't love Catcher in the Rye is that I read Franny and Zooey first, and knew what Salinger could create.