This morning, if it’s morning for you – I notice that blog readers do it in the morning. I do because I read blogs too and I read them in the morning. A lot of bloggers have a “blog roll” on their website with the blogs they read. I don’t, mostly because I don’t have the IT expertise to embed that sort of stuff.
Well, I’ve almost but not quite forgotten what’s on my mind. My youngest Goddaughter’s father takes huge trouble to give me books that he has enjoyed and he hopes I haven’t read. Not to put too fine a point on it, he contacts Robert and asks him to make a clandestine examination of my shelves.
Of course this goes massively off course. Robert looks at the Biography section and asks me why I don’t have anybody beginning with F. As he is supposed to be, clandestinely, checking Fiction he eventually discovers almost every novel by Alan Furst. So my Goddaughter’s father gives me two novels by George Sims.
They are beautifully written and I would strongly recommend them BUT they both have a similar denouement. However, I have bought three books of essays by him, one of which you can see, below.
In so far as I have a mission, it is to introduce you to things that may have passed you by: try George Sims.
Not to be confused with George (Otto) Simms dear heart. He was an Irish Cleric, rising through the ranks to Bishop and, finally translated to Archbishop of Armagh, Primate of all Ireland and Metropolitan. His straight forward publications, which are to be recommended, will lead one in a totally different (yet not inefficacious) direction.
I am humbled to note that I have aroused the authors intrigue (opposed to his wrath). Good morning.