Edge of a Dream
on April 06, 2012
I'm a man who likes reading crime thrillers. Mostly, I like reading books written by male writers. The better ones tend to score well on plot, character development, and motivation, and they draw the reader in. I find that female writers sometimes are so convinced of the merits of their plot, or the worth of the story they're telling, that they sometimes neglect to do the other things necesssary to draw this reader in.
Like George Eliot, Lee Fishman's name doesn't disclose whether the author is male or female. Lee Fishman is female.
This book failed to draw me in. However, as the story seemed a worthy tale, I stuck with it to the end of chapter 11. Eleven chapters of narration and no momentum. Whinging, passive, pathetic characters - the three generations of characters often seemed to meld into one.
Lee - your writing is efficient but not effective, in my opinion. I needed reasons to keep reading, but ran out.
André Jute writes with great clarity and brevity to deliver a credible and creditable history of western economic theory and actuality in less than 21,000 words.
Jute appears to retain some reverence for Karl Marx, whom he calls 'the master'. Many people do, though I would question Marx's inclusion in a history of anything other than bad-tempered wrecking.
If you know nothing about economics, this booklet is a great way to get started. If you know a bit, this well-structured synopsis is an invaluable aid to organizing what you know into a more coherent whole.
Jute rightly notes that the market remains a failure in the case of house supply and pricing. And while acknowledging the many ways that governments and central banks can put money into the global economy, he only touches on the role of imprudently lax banking regulation which allowed or encouraged banks to over-leverage their balance sheets over recent decades.