Why is it the Mongols of this world always tell us they're defending us against the Mongols? — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“This heady mixture of the philosophical and the dramatic runs throughout the book, the one underlying the other, and the result, unlikely though it… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“Like many authors belonging to that large and unfortunate caste, “the unjustly neglected”, Whittemore suffers from being an embarrassingly good read. He also suffers… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“Once again, Whittemore escapes what might be a fatal mistake in another author. Far from the funhouse hall of mirrors one might expect from… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“No, no guns, they won’t get us anywhere. I tried that when I was young and it’s a useless interim game. Use guns and… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“From the decks of the warships the foreign sailors watched the massacre through binoculars and took pictures. The navy bands played late and phonographs… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“What this amounts to, and what makes the critic with his nose for genre and structure so nervous, is that by all accounts this… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“Ah well, he thought, we do what we can. It makes little difference but we have to do it anyway. Stern’s words, he suddenly… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“The conversation can be serious, too, taking on the form of a grave philosophical discourse as the characters take turns to expound their views… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“The distant rumble of gun fire and armored vehicles is the rumble of history itself, bearing down on Whittemore’s characters as they engage in… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“… so it isn’t true any longer that we can just create ourselves. Now we must. Our childhood as a race is over and… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“Yes. Despite the ultimate mystery of the universe there’s still one small truth we can live by. Choice. Never merely to take what we… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
“… a night twenty years ago and forever and but a prelude to the century, but a shadow of the far deeper descent into… — Edward Whittemore Copy Share Image
