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Kevin Cunningham kevincu — A marvellous brief (52 A6 pages) reflective essay on being a migrant, on being New Zealand but once of England, on residing in Hong Kong but not being of Hong Kong, on living elsewhere. Ricketts is better know (to me at least) as a poet, and he brings a poet's sense of language to this piece. Hard to fauilt.

Amy Dighton amydighton — Ever since I read "Of Human Bondage" a few years ago I've always felt the urge to revisit this writer every so often, picking up a couple of his books and devouring them. Some have been excellent, some not so. In "The Summing Up", a non-fiction book detailing Maugham's own personal philosophy, I thought I'd enjoy it far more than I did. I assumed because the blurb says that he looks back at his work that this would entail detailed views on the background of each book, the circumstances in which it was written, what the aim was, the reception, and now looking back X years later what the author thinks about them. In part his is true, a couple of books are singled out, but their sections are few and far between and much too short for my liking. Instead there are lengthy and quite tedious sections on subjects such as the theatre world and the role of the theatre director, or philosophy as a subject and the practitioners of it. He writes at length on God and religion which, despite concluding in favour of atheism to which view I subscribe, I found quite dull as it contained many arguments I've heard and read from various sources over the years. His views on philosophy are also quite tedious and amateurish. And the lengthy treatise on the theatre world held no interest for me whatsoever. It's a world that's quite petty and dull behind the scenes, his views being out-dated today. For a book just over 300 pages, it's quite unsubstantial in it's contents. The tone of the book is very chatty and Maugham writes clearly and eloquently about whatever's on his mind, but the book has no structure and no clear path to the topics. Maugham rambles and goes wherever his mind is on the day he's writing. This approach, to me, felt very lazy and haphazard as quite often Maugham isn't saying anything particularly interesting and for a man who lived as interesting a life as he did, it's a shame he forgoes a lot of it to tell you what he thought about the work of Matthew Arnold or Hazlitt. This could have been a great book if it had been more focused and, for a fan like me, centred around the work he produced, thus being a real summing up of his massive body of literature. Instead it felt like a missed opportunity and, despite the occasional gem found here and there, was overall a very boring book that I was glad to set down once I'd finished it. Maugham is an excellent writer but a biography written by someone else is the best way to go if you're looking for views on his life and work. "The Summing Up" is unfortunately quite sparse in both departments and ends up being a very dry read.

Markus Jong colonelortega — Over all the book really lacked inspiration. It was very Meyer-ish, if that makes any sense. Stephenie needs to have more creativity. She uses WAY too many cliches and to be frank it really reminded me of all her other work. Some part I felt were seriously asinine and just really not great.

André Leite andregomesleite — Do you ever read a book with glowing reviews and wonder if they read the same book as you read? This was one of those books. Despite a very interesting premise, and a most lovely cover, this book never quite got going anywhere. Threads were hinted at, and dropped. The event at the center of the premise is not developed, nor is it integral. Ideas swirl, and drift away without being caught. Sadly disappointing. Did I mention how gorgeous the cover was?