August
2011.........14 books read – amazing what two weeks holiday can do for you!
Anthony Loyd
– My War Gone By, I Miss It So
Olen
Steinhauer – Victory Square
Kevin
Sampson – Stars Are Stars
Mari
Jungstedt – Unseen
Jennifer
Egan – A Visit From The Goon Squad
Simon Mayle
– The Burial Brothers
Linwood
Barclay – Never Look Away
Alafair
Burke – Long Gone
John Irving
– The Fourth Hand
Marcus Zusak
– The Book Thief
John Grisham
– The Last Juror
Steig
Larsson – The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo
SteveClaridge/Ian
Ridley – Tales From The Boot Camp
Matthew
Lewis ED. – Out Of The Gutter Issue 1
A little bit
of everything this month, war reporting, sports biography, travel, short
stories, literature, thriller and crime.
Mainly ok, a
couple of disappointments...Alafair Burke, Jennifer Egan.........didn’t enjoy
them as much as I hoped for.
Best of the
month.....Steinhauer, Zusak and Loyd’s reporting from the Balkans.
On the basis
that Steinhauer and Zusak have been previous picks, the prize goes to Loyd for
his superb book
Blurb/reviews.......... Anthony Loyd's first book is a vivid, haunting
account of the war in Bosnia from 1993 until 1996, from where he reported for
the Daily Telegraph and then the Times as a special
correspondent. However, what separates it from standard reportage is the war
Loyd was fighting on a personal front, which drove him to seek war as a
"final absolution of self-responsibility". While snipers shot people
indiscriminately Loyd, living on whisky-chased adrenaline, fought to understand
the compulsion he felt to be there and struggled to shoot the pictures that
were the pretext for his presence. It is this battle, set against the brutality
that tore the Balkans to shreds, that gives the book its anguished focus and
embattled majesty.
Loyd gradually reveals a fractured upbringing,
which culminated in the death of the father from whom he had been torturously
distant for many years. Five years in the army did little to relieve the
embittered emotional hangover that had become his burden, and in indulging the
impulse that propelled him to war he was following in the footsteps of
generations of males in his family. In addition to the stimulation engendered
he was also fighting a heroin dependency that reared up when the buzz of the
danger passed.
The descriptions of mortar-damaged flesh in Bosnia
do not depart easily from the consciousness of the reader, who is left
shuddering at the damage they must have inflicted on the author. Loyd, though,
free from the constraints of newspaper journalism, writes with an angrily
articulate physicality that throbs with a challenging compassion one longs for
him to apply to himself. He finally achieves a redemption of sorts, and in the
process has written one of the most uncompromising and personally honest accounts
of the ugliness of war that puts to shame complacent apathy. Brave,
provocative, essential, but not for those who take cream in their coffee. --David
Vincent
From the Publisher
A selection of the reviews from the UK press
A selection of the reviews from the UK press
'An extraordinary memoir of the Bosnian War . . . savage and mercilessly readable . . . deserves a place alongside George Orwell, James Cameron and Nicholas Tomalin. It is as good as war reporting gets. I have nowhere read a more vivid account of frontline fear and survival. Forget the strategic overview. All war is local. It is about the ditch in which the soldier crouches and the ground on which he fights and maybe dies. The same applies to the war reporter. Anthony Loyd has been there and knows it' MARTIN BELL, The Times
A selection of the reviews from the UK press
'An extraordinary memoir of the Bosnian War . . . savage and mercilessly readable . . . deserves a place alongside George Orwell, James Cameron and Nicholas Tomalin. It is as good as war reporting gets. I have nowhere read a more vivid account of frontline fear and survival. Forget the strategic overview. All war is local. It is about the ditch in which the soldier crouches and the ground on which he fights and maybe dies. The same applies to the war reporter. Anthony Loyd has been there and knows it' MARTIN BELL, The Times
'A truly exceptional book, one of those rare
moments in journalistic writing when you can sit back and realise that you are
in the presence of somebody willing to take the supreme risk for a writer, of
extending their inner self. I finished reading Anthony Loyd's account of his
time in the Balkans and Chechnya only a few days ago and am still feeling the
after-effects . . . I read his story of war and addiction (to conflict and
heroin) with a sense of gratitude for the honesty and courage on every page' FERGAL
KEANE, The Independent
'Not since Michael Herr wrote Dispatches has any
journalist written so persuasively about violence and its seductions in all of
war's minutiae of awful detail . . . an account that demystifies war and the
war reporter and strips them bare before the reader' PETER BEAUMONT, The
Observer
'Undoubtedly the most powerful and immediate book
to emerge from the Balkan horror of ethnic civil war . . . far more revealing
and convincing than anything recounted to camera by visiting journalists and
politicians' ANTHONY BEEVOR, Daily Telegraph
'An astonishing book . . . a raw, vivid and brutally
honest account of his transition from thrill seeker to concerned reporter'
PHILIP JACOBSON, Daily Mail
'Chilling . . . a true picture into the brutality
of war and should be required reading for all those politicians who use phrases
such as 'collateral damage' and 'surgical strikes' JOHN NICHOL, Daily Express
'Part war memoir, part coming-of-age tale and part
junkie diary, it's a raw account of the hypnotic lures of violence, heroin and
danger' CARLA POWER, Newsweek
'This is more than just despatches from the front.
There's blood-red-vivid descriptions of the fighting, sure, but there's also
the dark poetic insight of a man who's seen humanity at its worst. Loyd spares
us nothing - not brains spilling out on the street, not his own bleak despair,
not even the jokes - and he deserves a medal for it' Maxim
Haunting.
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