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Started by Syt, March 16, 2009, 01:52:42 AM

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Admiral Yi

Read a book a while back called "The Raj" which I thought pretty comprehensive.

jimmy olsen

It is far better for the truth to tear my flesh to pieces, then for my soul to wander through darkness in eternal damnation.

Jet: So what kind of woman is she? What's Julia like?
Faye: Ordinary. The kind of beautiful, dangerous ordinary that you just can't leave alone.
Jet: I see.
Faye: Like an angel from the underworld. Or a devil from Paradise.
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CountDeMoney

I need some recommendations on IJN air and naval operations in the Chinese Theater, '37-'41.  I have a few resources that touch on the topic as background to wider operational development in WW2, but I'm looking for recommendations for specific works beyond the the usual OOB stuff for the Chinese TOE.  Anybody have any?

Looked through some wargaming bibliographies, but haven't been finding what I want.

The Brain

Good luck. It's one of history's forgotten wars, only remembered angrily by more than a billion people.
Women want me. Men want to be with me.

CountDeMoney

Will's peace yesterday on Atkinson's new book, with some choice quotes.

QuoteGeorge Will: Rick Atkinson's unsparing history of World War II
By George F. Will, Published: August 30

"The saviors come not home tonight: Themselves they could not save."
— Lines from A.E. Housman, scribbled in a soldier's diary

On Oct. 27, 1947, thousands of caskets were unloaded from a ship in New York. The bodies of U.S. soldiers from the European theater, writes Rick Atkinson, "then traveled by rail in a great diaspora across the republic for burial in their hometowns." Three young men, killed between the Battle of the Bulge in December 1944 and April 1945 in Germany two weeks before the war in Europe ended, were destined for Henry Wright's Missouri farm:

"Gray and stooped, the elder Wright watched as the caskets were carried into the rustic bedroom where each boy had been born. Neighbors kept vigil overnight, carpeting the floor with roses, and in the morning they bore the brothers to Hilltop Cemetery for burial side by side by side beneath an iron sky."

Atkinson's "The Guns at Last Light," the completion of his trilogy on the liberation of Western Europe, is history written at the level of literature. If, as a U.S. infantryman wrote, "No war is really over until the last veteran is dead," the war has not ended: About 400 World War II veterans, almost half a battalion, are dying each day. Spend the shank end of summer with Atkinson's tribute to all who served and suffered.

Western Europe was, Atkinson stresses, just one cauldron: "The Red Army suffered more combat deaths at Stalingrad alone than the U.S. armed forces did in the entire war." But "for magnitude and unalloyed violence, the battle in the Ardennes" — the Battle of the Bulge — "was unlike any seen before in American history." The 600,000 Americans who fought in the Ardennes were four times the number of Union and Confederate soldiers at Gettysburg.

Atkinson's story is propelled by vivid descriptions and delicious details. Britain before D-Day "was steeped in heavy smells, of old smoke and cheap coal and fatigue." Gen. Lucian Truscott "possessed what one staff officer called a 'predatory' face, with protruding gray eyes and gapped incisors set in a jut jaw built to scowl." Field Marshal Bernard Montgomerychafed under Gen. Dwight Eisenhower's command: "Subordination held little appeal for a solipsist." Soldiers visited Picasso in his Paris studio, where Hemingway, who ghostwrote love letters for some soldiers, "had left behind a box of grenades." British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, whose thoughts encompassed millenniums past and future, ordered German rocket sites on the French side of the English Channel destroyed so the French could not use them "if they fall out of temper with us." Some of the 6 billion propaganda leaflets dropped over Germany drifted as far as Italy. Jewish soldiers in the chaos of the Bulge hammered out the "H" — for "Hebrew" — on their dog tags. In a German iron pit, U.S. soldiers found crates labeled "Aachen Cathedral" containing "a silver bust of Charlemagne embedded with a fragment of the emperor's skull." These words were on a fortification in France: "Austin White, Chicago, Ill., 1918. Austin White, Chicago, Ill., 1945. This is the last time I want to write my name here."

In December 1944, the president's blood pressure was 260 over 150, and on an April day in 1945 American newspapers published the daily casualty list with next of kin, including this: "Army-Navy Dead: ROOSEVELT, Franklin D., commander-in-chief; wife, Mrs. Anna Eleanor Roosevelt, the White House."

Atkinson's narrative glows with the poetic prose of the heartbroken — letters penned by people caught up in what he calls "the scarlet calamity." After Conrad Nutting died when his P-51 crashed, his pregnant wife wrote: "It will be my cross, my curse, and my joy forever, that in my mind you shall always be vibrantly alive." An American war correspondent listened in a cemetery as a French girl read a letter from a mother to her son: "My dearest and unfortunate son, on June 16, 1944, like a lamb you died and left me alone without hope. . . . Your last words to me were, 'Mother, like the wind I came and like the wind I shall go.' "

Such reservoirs of eloquence were drawn from the depths of human dignity that survived the scalding obscenity of the war Atkinson describes unsparingly. The Battle of Agincourt (1415) is remembered less for its consequences than for what Shakespeare made of it in "Henry V." World War II's reverberations will roll down the centuries in its geopolitical consequences, and in the literature it elicited in letters and in histories like Atkinson's trilogy.

Malthus

Read Family Favorites, historical fiction by Alfred Duggan about the Roman Emperor Elagabalus.

Very amusing. Makes the emperor appear to be something like a young garbon, if given unlimited power.  :D

Machinations in the empire raise a 14 year old Syrian heriditary priest of a sun-god, whose manifestation on earth is a large black phallic rock (a meteorite), to the throne. He's determined to be fabulous.

Trouble ensues as his grandmother attempts to tempt or force him into heterosexuality - for example, by buying up a whole flock of hott female slaves and telling the young emperor to play with them naked (he does, too - he harnesses them to chariots, naked, in place of horses and has his boy-friends race 'em for cash prizes. Take that, hetero-normatives!  :P ).

Racy stuff for 1960, when it was written. 
The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane—Marcus Aurelius

crazy canuck

QuoteFrom recounting the intricate details and controversies behind the peace treaty that ended the First World War, Margaret MacMillan, the award-winning historian and author of the international bestseller Paris 1919: Six Months That Changed the World, has moved back in time to consider the origins of "the war to end wars." Her new book, The War that Ended Peace: The Road to 1914, will be out this fall – in anticipation of the 100th anniversary of the war next August.

:mmm:

Sheilbh

Quote from: crazy canuck on September 08, 2013, 06:39:57 AM
QuoteFrom recounting the intricate details and controversies behind the peace treaty that ended the First World War, Margaret MacMillan, the award-winning historian and author of the international bestseller Paris 1919: Six Months That Changed the World, has moved back in time to consider the origins of "the war to end wars." Her new book, The War that Ended Peace: The Road to 1914, will be out this fall – in anticipation of the 100th anniversary of the war next August.

:mmm:
That does sound good. I've heard very good things about The Sleepwalkers as well:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Sleepwalkers-Europe-Went-1914/dp/006114665X
Let's bomb Russia!

Savonarola

L'Étranger

Way existential.   :cool:

Not really, Camus saw his philosophy as absurdism rather than existentialism; but to the English speaking world he's the existentialist who could keep his audience awake.

I saw the Cure on the Bloodflowers tour.  They closed with their two minute summary of the book, "Killing an Arab":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdbLqOXmJ04

The next day I mentioned that to some of my friends who weren't fans of either The Cure of Camus.  They thought it was a hate song directed at the large Arab community in Detroit.
In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace—and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock

Queequeg

Reading Malthus' Aunt's latest, a sequel to Oryx and Year of the Flood.

Margaret Atwood really really hates business casual clothing. It's kind of hilarious. Like listening to a Bond fashion blogger talk about Timothy Dalton.
Quote from: PDH on April 25, 2009, 05:58:55 PM
"Dysthymia?  Did they get some student from the University of Chicago with a hard-on for ancient Bactrian cities to name this?  I feel cheated."

CountDeMoney

Quote from: Savonarola on September 12, 2013, 06:22:48 PM
L'Étranger

Way existential.   :cool:

Not really, Camus saw his philosophy as absurdism rather than existentialism; but to the English speaking world he's the existentialist who could keep his audience awake.

I dunno, I remember it was taught as Absurdism in Filosofy.

crazy canuck

Quote from: Queequeg on September 13, 2013, 04:36:15 AM
Reading Malthus' Aunt's latest, a sequel to Oryx and Year of the Flood.

Margaret Atwood really really hates business casual clothing. It's kind of hilarious. Like listening to a Bond fashion blogger talk about Timothy Dalton.

I am looking forward to getting my hands on this one.

garbon

Quote from: Malthus on September 05, 2013, 08:32:39 AM
Read Family Favorites, historical fiction by Alfred Duggan about the Roman Emperor Elagabalus.

Very amusing. Makes the emperor appear to be something like a young garbon, if given unlimited power.  :D

Machinations in the empire raise a 14 year old Syrian heriditary priest of a sun-god, whose manifestation on earth is a large black phallic rock (a meteorite), to the throne. He's determined to be fabulous.

Trouble ensues as his grandmother attempts to tempt or force him into heterosexuality - for example, by buying up a whole flock of hott female slaves and telling the young emperor to play with them naked (he does, too - he harnesses them to chariots, naked, in place of horses and has his boy-friends race 'em for cash prizes. Take that, hetero-normatives!  :P ).

Racy stuff for 1960, when it was written. 

<_<

Also, wtf? I'm now old?
"I've never been quite sure what the point of a eunuch is, if truth be told. It seems to me they're only men with the useful bits cut off."
I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim.

Malthus

Quote from: garbon on September 13, 2013, 08:50:47 AM
Quote from: Malthus on September 05, 2013, 08:32:39 AM
Read Family Favorites, historical fiction by Alfred Duggan about the Roman Emperor Elagabalus.

Very amusing. Makes the emperor appear to be something like a young garbon, if given unlimited power.  :D

Machinations in the empire raise a 14 year old Syrian heriditary priest of a sun-god, whose manifestation on earth is a large black phallic rock (a meteorite), to the throne. He's determined to be fabulous.

Trouble ensues as his grandmother attempts to tempt or force him into heterosexuality - for example, by buying up a whole flock of hott female slaves and telling the young emperor to play with them naked (he does, too - he harnesses them to chariots, naked, in place of horses and has his boy-friends race 'em for cash prizes. Take that, hetero-normatives!  :P ).

Racy stuff for 1960, when it was written. 

<_<

Also, wtf? I'm now old?

Well, you ain't 14 anymore.  :P
The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane—Marcus Aurelius

crazy canuck

Garbon wishes to deny he is travelling through time.