This week, three blogs reviewed Summer of Long Knives. For those of you keeping score at home, two enjoyed the book, one didn’t. Here are the links:
(Liked it) Monday, September 15th: Nightly Reading
(Disliked it) Wednesday, September 17th: The Year in Books
(Liked it) Thursday, September 18th: Maurice on Books
My thanks to…well…at least two of them.
Next week, we’ve got two more reviews and the Summer of Long Knives Official Cocktail reveal.
Tuesday, September 23rd: Words by Webb
Thursday, September 25th: 5 Minutes for Books
Friday, September 26th: Mystery Playground – Drinks with Reads guest post
I’ll turn this over to Skepchick Rebecca Watson, who turns the question over to two bona fide forensic scientists.
It has a lot to do with passages like this one, taken from the Village Voice’s Allen Scherstuhl’s review of Altas Shrugged III: Your Rail, My Steel.
One of the workers, the sexy un-impoverished-looking one, catches her eye. It’s John Galt (Kristoffer Polaha), the Harlequin Romance hunk who runs that VIP colony in the Rockies and has also invented a magic energy source that he won’t share with the world because he hates minimum-wage laws. He’s flirted with Dagny before, back in the log-homes and farmers’ markets of his free-market paradise, but only now do they admit their attraction. They sneak off together, bodies a-throb with the excitement of transportation-system management, and the movie is briefly wonderful. After some 30 seconds of close-ups of backs and bras and lips, Atlas Shrugs IIIcuts from the coupling to the funniest thing that it possibly could: one of those lantern-bearing signalmen actually guiding a train into a tunnel.
I need to talk to Casey about Riffing this sucker.