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Finally the Blackadder clan comes to its logical end. No, Edmund doesn`t take a sword and kill the last of the McLeods, instead he spends his days next to the front lines of WW1 in the company of his trusted friends George and Baldrick. Well, maybe those friends aren`t really trusted and maybe they aren`t exactly friends either, but that`s not the point. I will be short for I am not wearing shorts: this is the best Blackadder ever. So, there`s not too much plot in here and some of the episodes are recycled - like the Bob - sex god superhero sequence. But I like the anti-war content, general Melchett is such a darling, and so is captain Darling. Then there`s Blackadders jokes about the war, about patriotism etc. I like it and I don`t care what everybody thinks.

It sounds a little jazzy and a little like something from the area of relaxing music. As a background it seems to be working well but I can`t imagine listening to it because of liking the music. It`s not in the quality of elevator muzak, of course, but Les Hommes doesn`t stand well up to the highest standarts (are my standarts high? who knows).

The post war Germany is the location where this book leads us. And more exactly - its the post war Berlin (but before two German states where founded). We get to see the lives of quite many characters: Philipp, the unsuccessful writer, Emilia his money crazy wife, Carla - a young woman that has become pregnant from an afroamerican named Washington. And there`s Odysseus - another black soldier, then there`s Heinz - Carlas son. What is the book all about? It`s about ruined people that have no real reason to live. And its not only the Germans - there`s no big difference between them and the Americans. Oh, there are also some female teachers that have come on a visit to Germany; and a successful American poet. All of them interact in different ways, crossing their paths and going in the opposite directions further. What`s good about this book is its sincerity and beautiful language. What disturbs the reading is the length of the sentences which on one hand helps the language to be majestic but on the other hand makes the book very difficult to read.

Elvis is dead, and even I know it. But he was alive, and recorded some nasty rock`n`roll back then. Ok, not nasty, but rock`n`roll nevertheless. Of course, it didn`t take him too much to become a complete sellout and a Frankie Sinatra wannabe without the personality and the voice. But "(Let me be)You Teddy Bear", "All Shook Up", "Jailhouse rock" and many more of his songs are bound to last more than a lunch time, and the only remixed song on this album - "A little less conversation" is good in its form. What drags the collection down is the sappier part of his songs - something like "Love me tender", "Are you lonesome tonight", "Suspicious minds" etc. Some of those songs may not even be bad, but it ain`t music - it`s corporative shit. But man, you gotta dig that sound of "Hound Dog".

Since I just couldn`t leave the Blackadder family this way - without knowing what became with them at last I decided to watch the special programme that was made for the beginning of the new millenium. The concept is old as time - Baldrick and Blackadder travel back and forth in time to meet historical persons and to talk to them. Those include Elizabeth the first whom we already saw in season two, some silly romans, duke Wellington at the battle of Waterloo and... even Robin Hood. It`s so silly to make fun of Robin Hood. Every one and their crazy grandmother have done that. And the biggest problem about it is the fact that the humour in this film is kinda dumb. I`m happy that there`s no news that there ever will be a new Blackadder film. Yet there`s one surprising thing about this film - Colin Firth appears as good ol` William Shakespeare in it and Kate Moss plays Blackadder`s love interest.

This is a very typical book on social issues. Actually in some ways it could have been written in the USSR, not that there would be some "politrucks" participating in it or anything like that - but it`s a very traditional style of book about the oppressed masses - although there`s no pathos about it (contrary to what you would expect from a soviet book). Karl Maiwald works at some sort of truck drivers factory (I didn`t really get what his work was all about - he was a truck driver at first but he wasn`t allowed to drive anymore for his health was already very poor) where he accidentally learns to know that the bosses are spying on the workers by placing microphones everywhere. So he informs the trade union and together with some pals breaks into the office and steals some of the materials on the workers so that they could present those to the people in order to believed by them. But everything doesn`t go well - the government simply sacks Karl and says - nothin happened, let`s get back to work. So the workers start a strike and eventually Karl gets his work back, yet the owners of the company still don`t apologize for what they`ve done.

A girl of 14 is found on the street with an empty bucket in her hand. She doesn`t know her name. The beginning reminded me of the life of Kaspar Hauser. But after that there`s not too much resemblence whatsover. Ok, this little girl was supposedly not little at all, she had some kind of a sickness, but I don`t really care. She goes to a boarding school, and doesn`t succeed to good at anything. She`s a bit like Ella Enchanted, for she always does what she`s told. Not a very interesting book, I don`t even wanna go into details about it.

This is the story of a fellow named Hubert. He was the son of a prominent German nazi, yet he himself wasn`t much of any person in deed. But he was quite good at inventing stories about his life. During the war where he participated as a volunteer he didn`t get to see the action much, spending most of the time as a war clerk (quite similar to Mr. Edmund Blackadder in WW1 by the way) but he was always willing to tell some untrue stories about his heroical deeds. And apart from that he was a huge fan of Humfrey Bogarte and loved all of his films and sometimes wanted to believe that he was in fact Bogarte`s character. Only in the end it went a bit wrong when he told some people the story of the film "Casablanca" as a part of his own life. Unexpectedly the truth behind this story was found out quite fast (yeah, he spent the war in Czechoslovakia and not in Casablanca by the way) and thus he transformed from a hero into a goofball.

It`s quite hard to imagine a novel least likely to be readable than "The Golden Fruit". Reasons for it being weird are quite plain - the novel doesn`t have anything remotely similar to a plot, nor does it have any heroes. Basically it`s a novel about a novel, depicting how a book lives it`s life from the moment of publication when no one knows about it to the highest popularity when everyone claims that it`s as good as Shakespeare to total slamming and calling it a worthless piece of thripe to being completely forgotten. Had Nathalie Sarraute bothered to add some hereos with "tags" aka names and some sort of personalities it could have been an awful lot of fun, but as it is - it`s just awfully difficult to read. The book consists of small separate pieces of dialogue and of some short inner monologues (about the latters I`m not sure whether they belong to one, two or twenty persons). Overall it`s a very, very, very strange book that does push the limits of a novel quite strongly, yet I have to admit that it`s a bit too experimental for me - sort of similar to Captain Beefheart`s music - I am aware that it is very daring and original, yet I just can`t enjoy it. Had I been using a system of ratings where I would differenciate between the overall quality of the book and my own feelings about it, it would become more clear what I want to say by this, but since that`s not my sort of attitude, I can`t do nothing but rate this book as average, although it`s very far from it.

Amazing isn`t it - to read a book that has been written buy a person only less than ten years older than you (if you`re 20 and not 65 that is). And Arjouni is just the guy. It seems that he`s mainly writting some detective crap, but this book can wisely balance on the right side of the mud puddle where such authors occasionally fall. The title story "A friend", for example, is a beautiful tale about a hitchhiker who gets a ride from a theatre director who needs a person to immitate being his friend for a weekend. It turns out that Archie (that`s his name) isn`t the only acting person at the party, and even when he believes that he actually has achieved some sort of friendship with his supposed friend (I don`t mean "friend" in the sexual way), it`s nothing but acting in the reality. The story "The inner" is a strange tale how a man is taken hostage at a bank robbery and he develops the so called Stockholm syndrom in him but still kills the bank robber in the end. And there`s another nice story about a family that illegally keeps an undertendant from abroad and gets awarded for it, despite how bad they treat him. And "In peace" tells the story of a rich city guy starting a country life. But the two other stories are not that good - "The Black series" is the usual gangster stuff we get in the second hand literature nowadays, while "Visit of the pope" makes no sense. If there had been only the four best stories it would have been a great book, but so it is just ok.