boy! I didn't think that it was so thick!Īnd a huge bummer for me, taking in account the TV miniseries adaptation, it was that the main characters of Ian Dunross and Casey Tcholok don't have a romance, besides the age difference between literary character, Dunross instead of being a widower, he is happily married and even having children.Īlso, there are A LOT of sub-plots that after a while become quite tricky of following. So, it was logical that I'd want to read the original novel. I have it on DVD and crossing fingers that they'd release it on bluray anytime soon. In fact, I can say that it's my favorite TV miniseries. I loved the TV miniseries adaptation of Noble House, starring Pierce Brosnan, Deborah Raffin, John Rhys-Davies and Ben Masters. This is the fourth novel of the 'Asian Saga' by James Clavell. With the new, improved mind of my ten-year-old self once again inside of me. Probably not, but to a reborn spirit such as me.

Its vast, bustling mob of sheer striving Mad Men fit me to a T. I’m kinda glad these side effects are finally wearing out - forty years later.įor most of that time I was antsy and dumbly naïve.īut Noble House was a treat for me that year.

Suddenly, it’s a Mickey Mouse world again! Yikes. If you said read like a maniac, you know where I’m coming from.Īnd like I’ve said before, deep brain stimulation gives you raw energy at a primitive level. Naturally, in short order I was promoted - twice. Wow, did it work - as my fellow Asperger’s sufferer John Elder Robison echoes in his great recent book on the subject, Switched On. I had new energy for reading, and the reason for that is simple…Īfter my Mom died, my doc gave me a long session of trans-cranial magnetic brain stimulation, to get me up and running from out of my deep blue funk. So I wolfed this one down - all 1400 dense pages of it - at work, and in our high rise apartment, in about four days. It was a year marred by the market-slavery of Reaganomics, but back then I just didn’t care.Ĭause I played Freddy Mercury to the rabid Me Generation that surrounded me on all quarters, for:Īnd all I read on lunch hour in my unfriendly workplace Stress Farm was pure, unadulterated escapism that year - and it would take quite a while before I was once again ready for heavyweight reading. This first choice of books may sound strange to my GR friends, but that was just ME that year. My Mom had recently passed away, and I had been treated for my resultant depression with electromagnetic brain stimulation. I gorged my famished literary appetite on this one in the spring of 1982.

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