Dear Son, Stay Safe A novel of Gallipoli in Bob Pickles
Dear Son, Stay Safe A novel of Gallipoli in Bob Pickles CreateSpace Indepe Un de l'histoire la plus impopulaire de Shakespeare joue, des affaires du Roi John avec la vie et mort du Roi John, qui a regne a partir de a . C'est des Shakespeare entre dans son traitement de l'histoire Anglaise, se concentrant plus avec succes le 14eme et les XVemes siecle posterieurs dans les jeux qui epuisent de Richard II a Henry VI. En consequence le Roi John souffre d'etre tellement historiquement eloigne a temps, aussi bien que d'offrir un roi plutot faible et indecis, qui manque du charisme et de l'autorite de Richard III ou de Henry V. Le jeu commence par le Roi John luttant pour maintenir son trone, sous l'attaque a partir des courtisans rebelles et du Philip, le roi de la France. Pendant Que la querelle escalade dans la guerre avec la France, le jeu commence a prendre une saveur Elisabethaine contemporaine--l'invasion crainte d'une nation (Catholique) etrangere, et le point auquel une telle invasion est basee sur la paternite incertaine du Roi John (comme la Reine Elizabeth, John est accusee d'etre un batard et est excommuniee). Le jeu est sauve de ses machinations politiques plutot sans couleur par Philip le Batard, le favori de John, un precurseur dramatique des mecontents douteux mais charismatiques comme Edmund dans le Roi Lear. C'est egalement Philip qui est donne les lignes les plus puissantes et les plus patriotiques, quand il reclame que la « Cette Angleterre n'a jamais fait, ni ne jamais, Lie au pied fier d'un conquerant ». Le Roi la mort mysterieuse et decevante de John par la maladie a l'extremite du jeu degonfle des attentes - quelque chose qui pourraient etre dites du jeu dans son ensemble. --Jerry Brotton they cannot relinquish his work easily. You are resting with the soldiers in the... Reading Bob Pickles work immediately makes a fellow author know that, "I have much to learn," and as I have begun reading Robert's work, I learned that I had to hide it from curious family members, for once a reader begins, they cannot relinquish his work easily. You are resting with the soldiers in the field, and the battle has taken a toll, for blood begins to see and then poor and you are caught going over the life of a child and you become the one to whom they speak. There you sit by a bedside in a field hospital, and your conversing with this mother's son. A saintly ghost may appear, and he means no harm. but someone has to get the young men and wounded of all sorts to simply follow on, and mother's loved may reappear while across the room an amputation is going on, a dressing well placed hides the gangrene ravishing fresh like a wild creature turned loose. In scenes and times of horror. one may find conversation being carried on in three settings on two pages--But this is the way a humble genius writes, one like Robert who researched his work 20 years and who knows that the wars fought in old and gentlemanly fashion were apt to have no winners. The food is wretched, a change of clothes and shoes unheard of, and one walks corridors of the sleeping sons. Bob Pickles is a writer in a league of his own. His work is so amazing that one cannot help but to feel you've discovered an author of the Great Past, and the lights will dim, the popcorn scent taste of home, but you are not certain if you can bear one more tin opened, or a good son with eyes, pupils too large that you know there was a last glaze. A nurse or two might be simply cheeky enough to whisper what is on her mind about the pompous sister who barks orders like a chained pet fed just waiting to have her turn to howl at the moon. I've written things which I am proud of, but when I read Robert's writing, I bow my head and beg to be a pro--O let me become the writer of such conversation, and take me to the villages where the great war paused and let others in to visit now and again. In such horror, I am finding beauty. I have found gentleness in the touch of a Siste