Having just finished an upsetting article on psychochemical experimentation in the U.S. Army, I seem to be cheering myself up by reading about J. Robert Oppenheimer and Los Alamos.
(I think it did. At the very least, instead of nightmares about mental deterioration and poisoning, it produced dreams in which we were attending some convention and you were writing folksongs for Canadian superheroes, cursing Stan Rogers. I don't know, maybe I checked Hark! A Vagrant too late at night.)
I Kindled it (dangerous thing, one-click, when presented with eeee the shiny).
It has if anything better character development than Bitter Seeds. Oh Klaus. Poor, poor Klaus. And poor, self-destroying Marsh. And manipulative Gretel, and we find out what she truly fears. Actually, the author delights in watching everything seemingly fall apart as the 1960s progress, and Gretel presides over the whole thing.
I wouldn't recommend it to anyone who hasn't read Bitter Seeds; these are puzzle-piece books, slotting together. But it's just as harrowing.
"After the Second World War, intelligence reports emerged from Germany of chemical weapons far deadlier than mustard or chlorine. The new compounds, which had evolved out of research into insecticides, were called nerve gases, because they created a body-wide overflow of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine, often triggering organ failure and near-sudden death. The Reich had invested primarily in three—tabun, soman, and sarin—and the victorious powers rushed to obtain them. The Soviet Union secretly dismantled an entire nerve-gas plant and relocated the technology behind the Iron Curtain. The American government, for its part, acquired the Nazi chemical formulas—and, in some cases, the scientists who developed them—and brought them to Edgewood."
News flash! Nazi medical science: never not creepy!
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At least I didn't chase it with Ian Tregillis!
(I think it did. At the very least, instead of nightmares about mental deterioration and poisoning, it produced dreams in which we were attending some convention and you were writing folksongs for Canadian superheroes, cursing Stan Rogers. I don't know, maybe I checked Hark! A Vagrant too late at night.)
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All right, I look forward to Canadian superhero folksongs in the morning!
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I read the whole of The Coldest War on Friday night. I can say that using it as a chaser would not have been a good option.
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How does it compare to Bitter Seeds? I haven't (as is perhaps perceptible from the comment) gotten hold of a copy yet.
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It has if anything better character development than Bitter Seeds. Oh Klaus. Poor, poor Klaus. And poor, self-destroying Marsh. And manipulative Gretel, and we find out what she truly fears. Actually, the author delights in watching everything seemingly fall apart as the 1960s progress, and Gretel presides over the whole thing.
I wouldn't recommend it to anyone who hasn't read Bitter Seeds; these are puzzle-piece books, slotting together. But it's just as harrowing.
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Thanks. I consider that a recommendation.
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Nine
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"After the Second World War, intelligence reports emerged from Germany of chemical weapons far deadlier than mustard or chlorine. The new compounds, which had evolved out of research into insecticides, were called nerve gases, because they created a body-wide overflow of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine, often triggering organ failure and near-sudden death. The Reich had invested primarily in three—tabun, soman, and sarin—and the victorious powers rushed to obtain them. The Soviet Union secretly dismantled an entire nerve-gas plant and relocated the technology behind the Iron Curtain. The American government, for its part, acquired the Nazi chemical formulas—and, in some cases, the scientists who developed them—and brought them to Edgewood."
News flash! Nazi medical science: never not creepy!
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You are so ... you!
XD
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Heh. Thank you.
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Apparently!