"Men of few words are the best men." - William Shakespeare, King Henry V, Act III, Scene II

Sunday, December 2, 2012

QMBC XVIII: The Last Town on Earth


The Last Town on Earth
Thomas Mullen

Venue: Bull & Castle, Dublin

Date: Sunday, 2nd December 2012

One Sentence Summaries

McGavin: "These boys were jamming in the days of the war." (Tumbleweeds were observed)

Clay: I wood saw that this is a fir to middling book that just lumbered long, I wished it flu."

Webb: "It's a good book, I am surprised it did not go viral."

McCarthy: "If only it flu past."

Syme: "A poor physician was the bane of that town."

Jameson: "I flu through it!"

The Scores

Whitby Syme:
Plot - 12/20
Execution - 11/20
Characters - 15/20
Food for thought - 5/10
Extra points - 7/13
Total: 50/83

Tiger McGavin:
Action - 10/13
Well Writteness - 10/13
Sexiness - 5/8
Quincey Morrisness -11/14
Interestingness - 14/15
Unputdownableness - 16/20
Total: 66/83

Carl Jameson:
Falling Man +10 = 51/83

Atticus McCarthy:
Interestingness - 10/15
Quincey Morrisness - 10/18
Action-ness - 6/10
Execution - 12/20
Unputdownableness - 12/20
Forgettableness -2/0
Total: 48/83

William Clay:
Total: 39/83

Mycroft Webb:
Action - 8/12
Well Writteness - 13/16
Quincey Morrisness - 8/14
Interestingness - 14/15
Unputdownableness - 6/15
Characters - 10/11
Total: 59/83

Average for The Last Town on Earth: 52.16


Starship Troopers - Robert Heinlein

Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
Casino Royale - Ian Fleming

The 39 Steps - John Buchan

The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald 
Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption - Stephen King

Mark of Zorro - Johnston McCulley
The Hour of the Dragon - Robert Howard

Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

The Voting

There was a tie between Cloud Atlas and The 39 Steps which when put to the customary show of hands saw the seminal spy thriller selected as the next book by the QMBC. 

Monday, October 22, 2012

Currently Reading ...

The Last Town on Earth 
by Thomas Mullen

Set against the dual backdrop of World War I and the devastating 1918 influenza epidemic, ‘The Last Town On Earth’d is a brilliantly drawn tale of morality and patriotism in a time of upheaval. Deep in the woods of Washington lies the mill town of Commonwealth, a new community founded on progressive ideals, and a refuge for workers who have fled the labor violence in the surrounding towns. 

When rumours spread of a mysterious illness that is killing people at an alarming rate, the people of the uninfected Commonwealth vote to block all roads into town and post armed guards to prevent any outsiders from entering. One day two guards are confronted with a moral dilemma. A starving and apparently ill soldier attempts to enter the town, begging them for food and shelter. Should the guards admit him, possibly putting their families at risk? Or should they place their lives above his and let him die in the woods? The choice they make – and the reaction it inspires in their town and beyond – sets into motion a series of events that threaten to tear Commonwealth apart.

 A sweeping cinematic novel, ‘The Last Town on Earth’ powerfully grapples with the tensions of individual safety and social responsibility, of moral obligation and duty in the face of forces larger than oneself.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

QMBC XVII: Falling Man


Falling Man
Thomas Mullen

Venue: Bull & Castle, Dublin

Date: Sunday, 2nd December 2012

One Sentence Summaries

McGavin: "This was a more serious book than I was expecting from the King of Candid Camera"

Clay:"We have unfairly Bin Laden with this book."

Webb: "Very well written but a little Allahu-ak-Boring."

Syme: "I endorse it, I endorse it, I endorse it"

Jameson: Censored

The Scores

Whitby Syme:
Plot - 12/20
Execution - 15/20
Characters - 18/20
Food for thought - 8/10
Extra points - 7/13
Total: 60/83

Tiger McGavin:
Action - 7/13
Well Writteness - 10/13
Sexiness - 6/8
Quincey Morrisness -10/14
Interestingness - 12/15
Unputdownableness - 10/20
Total: 55/83

Carl Jameson:
Total: 41/83

Atticus McCarthy:
Total: 35/83

William Clay:
Total: 35/83

Mycroft Webb:
Well Writteness -  9/11
Quincey Morrisness - 9/11
Interestingness -  9/11
Unputdownableness -  9/11
Action - 9/11
Characters -  9/11
9/11-ness -  9/11
Quincey Morrisness:  -8/6
Total: 55/83

Average for The Last Town on Earth: 46.83


50 Shades of Grey - E.L. James

Moby Dick-  Herman Melville
How to be a Woman - Kaitlin Moran

Angry Baby - Arthur Matthews
The Last Town on Earth - Thomas Mullen

The Black Count - Tom Reiss
The Mystery of Dr Fu Manchu - Sax Rohmer

Women - Charles Bukowski
The Underground Man - Mick Jackson

The Voting

The next book selected by the QMBC was The Last Town on Earth by Thomas Mullen. 

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Reading Between The Lines (#5)

"He was only supposed to blow the bloody doors off ..."

Nearly as much Quincey-Morrisness as your average QMBC meeting .

Monday, September 17, 2012

Currently Reading ...

Falling Man by Don Delillo

From: The New York Times

No matter where you stood in the city, the air was thick after the towers fell: literally thick with the soot and stench of incinerated flesh that turned terror into a condition as inescapable as the weather. All bets were off. New Yorkers who always know where they’re going didn’t know where to go. Cab drivers named Muhammad were now feared as the enemy within; strangers on the street were improbably embraced like family under a canopy of fliers for the missing. Such, for a while anyway, was the “new normal,” though the old normal began to reassert itself almost as soon as that facile catchphrase was coined. Today 9/11 carries so many burdens — of interpretation, of sentimentality, of politics, of war — that sometimes it’s hard to find the rubble of the actual event beneath the layers of edifice we’ve built on top of it. (Or built on top of all of it except ground zero.)

In his new novel, Don DeLillo shoves us back into the day itself in his first sentence: “It was not a street anymore but a world, a time and space of falling ash and near night.” He resurrects that world as it was, bottling the mortal dread, high anxiety and mass confusion that seem so distant now. Though the sensibility and prose are echt DeLillo, “Falling Man” is not necessarily the 9/11 novel you’d expect from the author of panoramic novels that probe the atomic age (“Underworld”) and the Kennedy assassination (“Libra”) on the broadest imaginable canvas, intermingling historical characters with fictional creations. With the exception of Mohamed Atta, who slips into the crevices of “Falling Man” as an almost spectral presence, DeLillo mentions none of the other boldface names of 9/11, not even the mayor. Instead of unfurling an epic, DeLillo usually keeps the focus on an extended family of middle-class Manhattanites. If “Underworld” took its cues from the kinetic cinema of Eisenstein, “Falling Man,” up until its remarkable final sequence, is all oblique silences and enigmatic close-ups reminiscent of the domestic anomie of the New Wave. In DeLillo’s hands, this is not at all limiting or prosaic. There’s a method to the Resnais-like fogginess. The cumulative effect is devastating, as DeLillo in exquisite increments lowers the reader into an inexorable rendezvous with raw terror.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Mycroft's Poetry Corner ... W.H. Auden (#3)

It was mid-afternoon in the Diogenes Club and I was in the midst of ordering "a large pot of tea, a club sandwich with extra mustard ..." when the thick-limbed young waitress taking my order interjected " ... with half a gherkin on the side and a mille-feuille for sweet? Master Webb!" finishing the remainder of my order without batting an eyelid. Smiling, I acknowledged her accomplishment with a nod and waved her away without a word.

Damn, but it was good to to be back in the saddle again after six months in the wilderness. 

There is a school of thought that would have a man believe that the primary benefit of embarking upon an adventure to travel the globe is the change of perspective granted to the erstwhile traveller as he experiences one new cultural awakening after the next. Poppycock!

Do they really think that a gentleman such as myself could return home from his travels, find all as he left it except for the changes within himself? No sirs, this particular school of thought is no alma mater of mine.

Shortly after I returned from my grand tour, you will not be surprised to learn that I made it my business to call in at my club as soon as was practicable. I tunnocked quickly up the steps, making little time for well-wishers as I passed through the foyer and charged up the stairs to the large mahogany doors guarding the library. 

As I twisted the ornate large brass handle slowly, I could have sworn that I heard the words "Sanctuary" being whispered to me. 

I moved into the room silently, the deep pile of the Axminster under my heel confirming that I was home once more. I quickly found the first available wing-backed armchair, kicked off my oxblood Grensons and started making footfists in the carpet - each new footfist slower, deeper and more sensual than the last. 

Thirty minutes of solid footfisting later, I sat contented in my armchair, the shelved walls of books staring back at me like a vast literary catacomb. I reached over to an adjacent table and found one of my most beloved books of poetry within reach and laid hands on it. I turned the pages to one of my favourite poems: "The Shield of Achilles" by W.H. Auden and started reading as I had done countless times before.  

As I finished the last few familiar words, the thought came over me that although I may have just circumnavigated the globe, the same images were running through my head now as always did in the past. 

As I sipped, the newly arrived Sherry, I took great comfort from this poem now as I had always done and remarked to no one in particular  "Damn you to hell Auden, you notorious peter-puffer ... but you can certainly wield a pen."  

"From Poets.org: Wystan Hugh Auden was born in York, England, in 1907. He moved to Birmingham during childhood and was educated at Christ Church, Oxford. As a young man he was influenced by the poetry of Thomas Hardy and Robert Frost, as well as William Blake, Emily Dickinson, Gerard Manley Hopkins, and Old English verse. At Oxford his precocity as a poet was immediately apparent, and he formed lifelong friendships with two fellow writers, Stephen Spender and Christopher Isherwood.

In 1928, his collection Poems was privately printed, but it wasn't until 1930, when another collection titled Poems (though its contents were different) was published, that Auden was established as the leading voice of a new generation.

Ever since, he has been admired for his unsurpassed technical virtuosity and an ability to write poems in nearly every imaginable verse form; the incorporation in his work of popular culture, current events, and vernacular speech; and also for the vast range of his intellect, which drew easily from an extraordinary variety of literatures, art forms, social and political theories, and scientific and technical information. He had a remarkable wit, and often mimicked the writing styles of other poets such as Dickinson, W. B. Yeats, and Henry James. His poetry frequently recounts, literally or metaphorically, a journey or quest, and his travels provided rich material for his verse."

Here are some other works by Auden which I enjoy, one is read by the man himself and the other is read by Doctor Octopus from SpiderMan 2. Enjoy. 


Tuesday, July 31, 2012



Laurent Binet

The Valderón Residence, Dublin.
31st July 2012

One Sentence Summaries

Tiger McGavin: Nazis eh? They're gas!

Whitby Syme: BBbB - Binet's Book bugs Buffs.

Mycroft Webb: Honestly Had higher Hopes.

Carl Jameson: Long-winded self-referential sentence*

Atticus McCarthy: I read this book in two straight sittings. Or was it three?

William Clay: Not easy to pun.

* In drafting my one sentence summary I [Carl Jameson] feel an impulse to be frank in my assessment, and to honour the author's efforts by painstaking reflection upon my feelings towards the work.


Tiger McGavin: 39/83
Quincey Morrisness: 10/14
Well writteness: 5/13
Interestingness: 7/15
Unputdownableness: 8/20
Sexiness: 1/8
Actioness: 8/13

Atticus McCarthy: 76/83
Interestingness: 13/15
Quincey Morrisness: 18/18
Actioness: 9/10
Execution: 17/20
Unputdownableness: 9/10

William Clay: 53/83
Quincey Morrisness: 12/14
Second World Warness: 33/59
Too Much Factness: 8/10

Carl Jameson: 45/83
Quincey Morrisness: 12/15
Well Writteness: 10/30
Interestingness: 15/20
Execution: 6/10
Unputdownableness: 2/18

Whitby Syme: 60/83
Plot: 15/20
Execution: 15/20
Characters: 16/20
Food for thought: 8/10
Extra points: 6/13

Mycroft Webb: 53/83
Quincey Morrisness: 11/16
Actioness: 10/15
Well Writteness: 8/13
Interestingness: 12/15
Unputdownableness: 12/22

HHhH earned a QMBC rating of 54.33 / 83.


William Clay
- Wilderness: A Journey of Quiet Adventure in Alaska by Rockwell Kent
- American Assassin by Vince Flynn

Whitby Syme
- Falling Man by Don DeLillo
- Use of Weapons by Iain M. Banks

Tiger McGavin:
- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
- The Opium War by Julia Lovell

Atticus McCarthy
- Canada by Richard Ford

Mycroft Webb
- The Green Hills of Africa by Ernest Hemingway

Carl Jameson
- The Doomsday Book by Connie Willis

The Voting

Falling Man200-200300--700
Use of Weapons300---200100600
American Assassin--300---300
The Doomsday Book-200----200
The Green Hills of Africa--100-100-200
The Song of Achilles-100-200-300600
The Opium War100-----100

Next: Falling Man
Nearly: Wilderness

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Currently Reading ...

From Wikipedia:

"HHhH is the debut novel of French author Laurent Binet. It recounts Operation Anthropoid, the assassination of Nazi leader Reinhard Heydrich in Prague during World War II. It was awarded the 2010 Prix Goncourt du Premier Roman.  

The novel follows the history of the operation and the life of its protagonists – Heydrich and his assassins Jozef Gabčík and Jan Kubiš. But is also interlaced with the author's account of the process of researching and writing the book, his commentary about other literary and media treatments of the subject, and reflections about the extent to which the behavior of real people may of necessity be fictionalised in a historical novel.

The title is an acronym for Himmlers Hirn heisst Heydrich ("Himmler's brain is called Heydrich"), a quip about Heydrich said to have circulated in Nazi Germany."

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In many ways, the QMBC can be compared to a lengthy, heated argument between drinking buddies. Often out of sheer frustration, one side resorts to calling the other a Nazi and automatically loses the argument. However, it appears that the exact opposite is true for QMBC book nominations, if one is frustrated by the  book nomination process then the suggestion of a contrarian-elitist literary trip to Nazi-town and you are away in a hack, Jack.

What will the liter-Aryan supermen of the QMBC make of their first visit to Nazi-town? Who knows, only time will tell meine Damen und Herren.

Monday, May 7, 2012

QMBC XV : Bel Ami


Bel Ami 
Guy De Maupassant

Venue: Bellamy's Public House, Ballsbridge, Dublin

Date: Monday 7th May 2012

One Sentence Summaries

McGavin: "A lot more gee than just the author's name!"

Clay: McGavin +1

Webb: "Cor Belami Guvnor, George Duroy doesn't have get around!"

McCarthy: Abstained

Syme: "The translator's efforts may have cause some subtleties to Maupass' me by"

Jameson: "This guy can cup my balls!"

The Scores

Whitby Syme:
Plot - 13/20
Execution - 13/20
Characters - 12/20
Food for thought - 5/10
Extra points - 6/13
Total: 49/83

Tiger McGavin:
Action - 7/13
Well Writteness - 11/13
Sexiness - 5/8
Quincey Morrisness - 5/10
Interestingness - 15/17
Unputdownableness - 17/22
Total: 60/83

Carl Jameson:
Well Writteness - 10/20
Quincey Morrisness - 11/20
Interestingness - 11/20
Food for thought - 11/23
Total: 43/83

Atticus McCarthy:
Interestingness - 11/15
Quincey Morrisness - 11/15
Action-ness - 6/10
Execution - 16/20
Unputdownableness - 6/10
Discussability - 9/13
Total: 59/83

William Clay:

Quincey Morrisness - 3/16
Action-ness - 5/15
Accurate Translation-ness - 15/15
Interestingness - 10/15
Unputdownableness - 6/7

Total: 39/83

Mycroft Webb:

Action - 8/15
Well Writteness - 12/15
Quincey Morrisness - 15/16
Interestingness - 11/15
Unputdownableness - 16/22
Total: 62/83

Average for Bel-Ami: 52.00


Flashman by George McDonald Fraser 

Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers

Where Rivers Change Direction by Mark Spragg

HHhH by Laurence Binet

Bitter Seeds by Ian Tregellis

C by Tom McCarthy
Schopenhauer's Telescope by Gerard Donovan

The Voting

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Currently Reading ...

From Wikipedia:
"Bel Ami is French author Guy de Maupassant's second novel, published in 1885; an English translation titled Bel Ami, or, The History of a Scoundrel: A Novel first appeared in 1903. The story chronicles journalist Georges Duroy's corrupt rise to power from a poor ex-NCO to one of the most successful men in Paris, most of which he achieves by manipulating a series of powerful, intelligent, and wealthy mistresses."

The decision by the QMBC to read an undoubted literary classic is almost certainly an act of defiant literary and intellectual vanity in the face of the quickening cultural race-to-the-bottom; that is everywhere, and taints everything nowadays. Its selection pays an indirect homage to the late 19th and early 20th century - the most gentlemanly of eras. 

Certain tabloid commentators might point to the timing of the QMBC's decision to finally take on this novel after a number of unsuccessful previous nominations as highly suspicious. In that regard, the QMBC would like to formally declare that they were absolutely, positively, in no way, influenced by the recent big-budget Hollywood release of Bel-Ami starring the dreamy Robert Pattinson.

When questioned about this "apparent coincidence" on his recent return to Ireland from his Victorian world-tour: Mycroft Webb (QMBC Chief Pudding Officer) was almost incandescent with rage about what had occurred in his absence and was heard to shout a single word before storming off to the sanctuary of his club -"Debacle!".

Monday, April 2, 2012

Reading Between The Lines (#3)

None of that fancy stuff like boots, saddles or helmets. An Garda Siochána don’t use protection.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Quality Syme with Whitby Syme: A Princess of Mars

QMBC XIV saw the nomination of Edgar Rice Burroughs A Princess of Mars, by yours handsomely. The novel, about an ex-confederate soldier journeying to Mars where he engages in punching monsters to death and love-making, has come to some notoriety recently on account of Disney adapting it into the film John Carter (and their persistent attempts to copyright material which is in the public domain). My sterling pitch, of which ERB's foreword formed the basis, fell on deaf ears with the QMBC preferring to select Guy de Maupassant's Bel Ami (a book which, tellingly, features no monsters being punched to death).

Perhaps the pitch, now with the hindsight of having read the book, should have simply been "Quincey Morris goes to Mars." For indeed, Dracula's gun-toting gentleman adventurer has much in common with John Carter, as the following extract reveals:
"Throw down your sword; you cannot hope to overcome four of us," he added with a grim smile.
My reply was a quick thrust which left me but three antagonists.
So begins a protracted battle with three expert swordsmen, which is ended with a cerebral onslaught worthy of a chess grand master:
I changed my tactics and rushed them down after the fashion of my fighting that had won me many a victory.
Though brave and noble, in many ways John Carter is simply a man possessed of other-wordly powers (thanks to Mars' low gravity) who can throw his (relatively) super-human body around to great destructive affect, and who wants to do a Martian chick.

He is an interplanetary Ferris Bueller, loved by all (except those he punches to death) who can seemingly do know wrong. In a matter of days he learns the Barsoomian language (finally gaining enough understanding to discover that he has already become a chieftain by virtue of his various unintentional murders) masters the telepathic control of animals, and woos a Martian equivalent of Helen of Troy... though he, understandably, has initial concerns about physiological compatibilities:
So this was love! I had escaped it for all the years I had roamed the five continents and their encircling seas; in spite of beautiful women and urging opportunity; in spite of a half-desire for love and a constant search for my ideal, it had remained for me to fall furiously and hopelessly in love with a creature from another world, of a species similar possibly, yet not identical with mine. A woman who was hatched from an egg, and whose span of life might cover a thousand years; whose people had strange customs and ideas; a woman whose hopes, whose pleasures, whose standards of virtue and of right and wrong might vary as greatly from mine as did those of the green Martians.
Fear not. He goes on to discover that she is similar enough, and her pleasures and standards of virtue are quite acceptable to a man with his oft-mentioned Virginian fighting blood.

As much as JC's punching and love-making forms the main draw of an Adventure Stories for Boys-type experience, ERB puts considerable effort into building a convincing Mars (or Barsoom) populated by two warring species, the red men of Mars (whose women are physically compatible with a man with Virginian fighting blood) and the green men of Mars (whose women John Carter does not admit to a thorough physiologically investigation of in his memoir).

ERB's pseudo-science is very tidy indeed, detailed and quirky, and more than sufficient to flesh out the various contraptions Carter must use to kill Martians:
This ray, like the ninth ray, is unknown on Earth, but the Martians have discovered that it is an inherent property of all light no matter from what source it emanates. They have learned that it is the solar eighth ray which propels the light of the sun to the various planets, and that it is the individual eighth ray of each planet which "reflects," or propels the light thus obtained out into space once more. The solar eighth ray would be absorbed by the surface of Barsoom, but the Barsoomian eighth ray, which tends to propel light from Mars into space, is constantly streaming out from the planet constituting a force of repulsion of gravity which when confined is able to lift enormous weights from the surface of the ground.
In terms of resources, it is a dying world, where every man and woman must do their duty to keep things ticking along:
These brothers, with their wives and children, occupied three similar houses on this farm. They did no work themselves, being government officers in charge. The labor was performed by convicts, prisoners of war, delinquent debtors and confirmed bachelors who were too poor to pay the high celibate tax which all red-Martian governments impose.
Though bizarrely, the seemingly barren world provides few real hardships to an unprepared survivalist. The entire world is covered with a soft yellow moss which can be milked for a nourishing liquid that can keep a man alive for weeks. Burrough's Mars is a world covered with vegetable nipples, always there to be suckled upon.

Burroughs makes no attempt at high literature. He said himself that "no fiction is worth reading except for entertainment." It is an adventure tale, plain and simple, about a man, who is used to punching people in the face on Earth and having them not die, being transported to a world where his face-punching causes immediate death and steady increases in his social status. Also he has a cool monster-dog called Woola.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

QMBC XIII: Minutes now available

The minutes for QMBC XIII, wherein Galileo's Dream by Kim Stanley Robinson was picked through like the great scientist's physician examining his extended prolapsed hernia, are now available here. Apologies for the delay, which was in large part due to profound triskaidekaphobia and the hoarding of canned foods and weapons that were required to offset the concerns that accompanied posting our thirteenth meeting's minutes.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

QMBC XIV: Zone One


Zone One
Colson Whitehead

The McGavin Residence, Dublin.
7th February 2012

One Sentence Summaries

Tiger McGavin: Memories of how Mark Spitz in the face of death have plagued me since last night, placing me in a zone one would rather not be.

Carl Jameson: High literature? I'd like to show Colson Whitehead The Road.

Atticus McCarthy: Zone out.

William Clay: Zone one, zombie fun.

Xavier Paddington: No more sci-fi.

Whitby Syme: Undead? Some would say it should be left unread.


Tiger McGavin: 39/83
Interestingness: 11/17
Actioness: 6/13
Sexiness: 4/8
Unputdownableness: 11/22
Well Writteness: 2/13
Quincey Morrisness: 5/10

Atticus McCarthy: 46/83
Interestingness: 12/15
Quincey Morrisness: 10/15
Actioness: 6/10
Execution: 10/20
Unputdownableness: 3/10
Discussableness: 7/13
Forgetableness: -2

William Clay: 58/83
Plot: 8/10
Interestingness: 15/20
Quincey Morrisness: 15/20
Concept: 5/10
Zombies: 13/23

Carl Jameson: 22/83
Interestingness: 10/15
Quincey Morrisness: 10/15
Well Writteness: 1/1*
Unputdownableness: 1/50
Food for thought: 0/3

* Clay comments this represents 100% well writteness.

Whitby Syme: 34/83
Plot: 8/20
Execution: 11/20
Characters: 7/20
Food for thought: 4/10
Extra points: 4/13

Xavier Paddington: 35/83
Interestingness: 3/15
Quincey Morrisness: 8/15
Actioness: 8/10
Execution: 5/20
Unputdownableness: 7/10
Discussableness: 4/13

Zone One earned a QMBC rating of 39 / 83.


William Clay
- Siege of Krishnapur by J. G. Farrell

Whitby Syme
- Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
- A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tiger McGavin:
- LadyChatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence

Atticus McCarthy
- Bel Ami by Guy de Maupassant

Xaviar Paddington
- The Prince by Machiavelli (vetoed by Tiger McGavin)
- Moneyball by Michael Lewis

Carl Jameson
- Pure by Andrew Miller

The Voting

Bel Ami300200300-1002001100
Lady Chatterley's Lover-300-100300-700
Siege of Krishnapur-----100100
Norwegian Wood-------
A Princess of Mars200---200-400

Next: Bel Ami
Nearly: Pure