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Bantam Books. Good. 6.93 x 1.54 x 4.29 inches. Paperback. 1993. 346 pages. Cover worn. <br>A very funny book... no character is m inor: they're all hilarious. --Houston Chronicl… Mehr…

Bantam Books. Good. 6.93 x 1.54 x 4.29 inches. Paperback. 1993. 346 pages. Cover worn. <br>A very funny book... no character is m inor: they're all hilarious. --Houston Chronicle. In The Road T o Gandolfo, Robert Ludlum introduced us to the outrageous General MacKenzie Hawkins and his legal wizard, Sam Devereaux, whose plo t to kidnap the Pope spun wildly out of control into sheer hilari ty. Now Ludlum's two wayward heroes return with a diabolical sche me to right a very old wrong -- and wreak vengeance on the (exple tive deleted) who drummed the hawk out of the military. Their out raged opposition will be no less than the White House. Byzantine Treachery. Discovering a long-buried 1878 treaty with an obscure Indian tribe, the hawk -- a.k.a. Chief Thunder Head -- hatches a brilliant plot that will ultimately bring him and his reluctant l awyer Sam before the Supreme Court. Their goal: to reclaim a choi ce piece of American real estate -- the state of Nebraska. Which just happened to the headquarters of the U.S. Strategic Air Comma nd! Will they succeed against the powers that be? Will the Wopota mi tribe ever have their day in the Supreme Court? From the Oval Office to the Pentagon, all the president's men are outfitted, un til it rests with CIA Director Vincent Vinnie the Bam-Bam Mangeca vallo to cut Sam and Hawk off at the pass. And only one thing is certain: Robert Ludlum will keep us in nonstop suspense and side- splitting laughter-through the very last page. From the Paperbac k edition. Editorial Reviews Review Praise for Robert Ludlum an d The Road to Omaha A very funny book . . . No character is mino r: They're all hilarious.--Houston Chronicle Don't ever begin a Ludlum novel if you have to go to work the next day.--Chicago Sun -Times --This text refers to the hardcover edition. From the Pub lisher A very funny book... no character is minor: they're all hi larious. --Houston Chronicle. In The Road To Gandolfo, Robert L udlum introduced us to the outrageous General MacKenzie Hawkins a nd his legal wizard, Sam Devereaux, whose plot to kidnap the Pope spun wildly out of control into sheer hilarity. Now Ludlum's two wayward heroes return with a diabolical scheme to right a very o ld wrong -- and wreak vengeance on the (expletive deleted) who dr ummed the hawk out of the military. Their outraged opposition wil l be no less than the White House. Byzantine Treachery. Discoveri ng a long-buried 1878 treaty with an obscure Indian tribe, the ha wk -- a.k.a. Chief Thunder Head -- hatches a brilliant plot that will ultimately bring him and his reluctant lawyer Sam before the Supreme Court. Their goal: to reclaim a choice piece of American real estate -- the state of Nebraska. Which just happened to the headquarters of the U.S. Strategic Air Command! Will they succee d against the powers that be? Will the Wopotami tribe ever have t heir day in the Supreme Court? From the Oval Office to the Pentag on, all the president's men are outfitted, until it rests with CI A Director Vincent Vinnie the Bam-Bam Mangecavallo to cut Sam and Hawk off at the pass. And only one thing is certain: Robert Ludl um will keep us in nonstop suspense and side-splitting laughter-t hrough the very last page. --This text refers to the hardcover ed ition. About the Author Robert Ludlum was the author of twenty-o ne novels, each a New York Times bestseller. There are more than 210 million of his books in print, and they have been translated into thirty-two languages. In addition to the Jason Bourne series -The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy, and The Bourne Ultima tum-he was the author of The Scarlatti Inheritance, The Chancello r Manuscript, and The Apocalypse Watch, among many others. Mr. Lu dlum passed away in March, 2001. From the Paperback edition. --T his text refers to the hardcover edition. From the Inside Flap f unny book... no character is minor:  they're all hilarious. --Hou ston  Chronicle. In The Road To  Gandolfo, Robert Ludlum introd uced us to the  outrageous General MacKenzie Hawkins and his lega l  wizard, Sam Devereaux, whose plot to kidnap the  Pope spun wil dly out of control into sheer hilarity.  Now Ludlum's two wayward heroes return with a  diabolical scheme to right a very old wron g -- and  wreak vengeance on the (expletive deleted) who  drummed the hawk out of the military. Their outraged  opposition will be no less than the White House.  Byzantine Treachery. Discovering a long-buried 1878  treaty with an obscure Indian tribe, the hawk --  a.k.a. Chief Thunder Head -- hatches a brilliant plot  that will ultimately bring him and his reluctant  lawyer Sam before th e Supreme Court. Their goal: t --This text refers to the hardcove r edition. Excerpt. ? Reprinted by permission. All rights reserv ed. 1 The small, decrepit office on the top floor of the govern ment building was from another era, which was to say nobody but t he present occupant had used it in sixty-four years and eight mon ths. It was not that there were dark secrets in its walls or male volent ghosts from the past hovering below the shabby ceiling; qu ite simply, nobody wanted to use it. And another point should be made clear. It was not actually on the top floor, it was above th e top floor, reached by a narrow wooden staircase, the kind the w ives of New Bedford whalers climbed to prowl the balconies, hopin g--most of the time--for familiar ships that signaled the return of their own particular Ahabs from the angry ocean. In summer mo nths the office was suffocating, as there was only one small wind ow. During the winter it was freezing, as its wooden shell had no insulation and the window rattled incessantly, impervious to cau lking, permitting the cold winds to whip inside as though invited . In essence, this room, this antiquated upper chamber with its s parse furniture purchased around the turn of the century, was the Siberia of the government agency in which it was housed. The las t formal employee who toiled there was a discredited American Ind ian who had the temerity to learn to read English and suggested t o his superiors, who themselves could barely read English, that c ertain restrictions placed on a reservation of the Navajo nation were too severe. It is said the man died in that upper office in the cold January of 1927 and was not discovered until the followi ng May, when the weather was warm and the air suddenly scented. T he government agency was, of course, the United States Bureau of Indian Affairs. For the current occupant, however, the foregoing was not a deterrent but rather an incentive. The lone figure in the nondescript gray suit huddled over the rolltop desk, which wa sn't much of a desk, as all its little drawers had been removed a nd the rolling top was stuck at half-mast, was General Mac?Ken?zi e Hawkins, military legend, hero in three wars and twice winner o f the Congressional Medal of Honor. This giant of a man, his lean muscular figure belying his elderly years, his steely eyes and t anned leather-lined face perhaps confirming a number of them, had once again gone into combat. However, for the first time in his life, he was not at war with the enemies of his beloved United St ates of America but with the government of the United States itse lf. Over something that took place a hundred and twelve years ago . It didn't much matter when, he thought, as he squeaked around in his ancient swivel chair and propelled himself to an adjacent table piled high with old leather-bound ledgers and maps. They we re the same pricky-shits who had screwed him, stripped him of his uniform, and put him out to military pasture! They were all the goddamned same, whether in their frilly frock coats of a hundred years ago or their piss-elegant, tight-assed pinstripes of today. They were all pricky-shits. Time did not matter, nailing them di d! The general pulled down the chain of a green-shaded, goosenec ked lamp--circa early twenties--and studied a map, in his right h and a large magnifying glass. He then spun around to his dilapida ted desk and reread the paragraph he had underlined in the ledger whose binding had split with age. His perpetually squinting eyes suddenly were wide and bright with excitement. He reached for th e only instrument of communication he had at his disposal, since the installation of a telephone might reveal his more than schola rly presence at the Bureau. It was a small cone attached to a tub e; he blew into it twice, the signal of emergency. He waited for a reply; it came over the primitive instrument thirty-eight secon ds later. Mac? said the rasping voice over the antediluvian conn ection. Heseltine, I've got it! For Christ's sake, blow into th is thing a little easier, will you? My secretary was here and I t hink she thought my dentures were whistling. She's out? She's o ut, confirmed Heseltine Broke?michael, director of the Bureau of Indian Affairs. What is it? I just told you, I've got it! Got w hat? The biggest con job the pricky-shits ever pulled, the same pricky-shits who made us wear civvies, old buddy! Oh, I'd love t o get those bastards. Where did it happen and when? In Nebraska. A hundred and twelve years ago. Silence. Then: Mac, we weren't around then! Not even you! It doesn't matter, Heseltine. It's t he same horseshit. The same bastards who did it to them did it to you and me a hundred years later. Who's 'them'? An offshoot of the Mohawks called the Wopotami tribe. They migrated to the Nebr aska territories in the middle 1800s. So? It's time for the sea led archives, General Broke?michael. Don't say that! Nobody can do that! You can, General. I need final confirmation, just a few loose ends to clear up. For what? Why? Because the Wopotamis m ay still legally own all the land and air rights in and around Om aha, Nebraska. You're crazy, Mac! That's the Strategic Air Comma nd! Only a couple of missing items, buried fragments, and the fa cts are there.&#8200;.&#8200;.&#8200;. I'll meet you in the cella rs, at the vault to the archives, General Broke?michael.&#8200;.& #8200;.&#8200;. Or should I call you co-chairman of the Joint Chi efs of Staff, along with me, Heseltine? If I'm right, and I know damn well I am, we've got the White House-Pentagon axis in such a bind, their collective tails won't be able to evacuate until we tell 'em to. Silence. Then: I'll let you in, Mac, but then I fa de until you tell me I've got my uniform back. Fair enough. Inci dentally, I'm packing everything I've got here and taking it back to my place in Arlington. That poor son of a bitch who died up i n this rat's nest and wasn't found until the perfume drifted down didn't die in vain! The two generals stalked through the metal shelves of the musty sealed archives, the dull, webbed lights so dim they relied on their flashlights. In the seventh aisle, Mac?K en?zie Hawkins stopped, his beam on an ancient volume whose leath er binding was cracked. I think this is it, Heseltine. Good, and you can't take it out of here! I understand that, General, so I 'll merely take a few photographs and return it. Hawkins removed a tiny spy camera with 110 film from his gray suit. How many rol ls have you got? asked former General Heseltine Broke?michael as Mac?Ken?zie carried the huge book to a steel table at the end of the aisle. Eight, replied Hawkins, opening the yellow-paged volu me to the pages he needed. I have a couple of others, if you nee d them, said Heseltine. Not that I'm so all fired-up by what you think you may have found, but if there's any way to get back at E thelred, I'll take it! I thought you two had made up, broke in M ac?Ken?zie, while turning pages and snapping pictures. Never! I t wasn't Ethelred's fault, it was that rotten lawyer in the Inspe ctor General's office, a half-assed kid from Harvard named Devere aux, Sam Devereaux. He made the mistake, not Brokey the Deuce. Tw o Broke?michaels; he got 'em mixed up, that's all. Horseshit! Br okey-Two put the finger on me! I think you're wrong, but that's not what I'm here for and neither are you.&#8200;.&#8200;.&#8200; . Brokey, I need the volume next to or near this one. It should s ay CXII on the binding. Get it for me, will you? As the head of I ndian Affairs walked back into the metal stacks, the Hawk took a single-edged razor out of his pocket and sliced out fifteen succe ssive pages of the archival ledger. Without folding the precious papers, he slipped them under his suit coat. I can't find it, sa id Broke?michael. Never mind, I've got what I need. What now, M ac? A long time, Heseltine, maybe a long, long time, perhaps a y ear or so, but I've got to make it right--so right there's no hol es, no holes at all. In what? In a suit I'm going to file again st the government of the United States, replied Hawkins, pulling a mutilated cigar out of his pocket and lighting it with a World War II Zippo. You wait, Brokey-One, and you watch. Good God, for what?&#8200;.&#8200;.&#8200;. Don't smoke! You're not supposed t o smoke in here! Oh, Brokey, you and your cousin, Ethelred, alwa ys went too much by the book, and when the book didn't match the action, you looked for more books. It's not in the books, Heselti ne, not the ones you can read. It's in your stomach, in your gut. Some things are right and some things are wrong, it's as simple as that. The gut tells you. What the hell are you talking about? Your gut tells you to look for books you're not supposed to rea d. In places where they keep secrets, like right in here. Mac, y ou're not making sense! Give me a year, maybe two, Brokey, and t hen you'll understand. I've got to do it right. Real right. Gener al Mac?Ken?zie Hawkins strode out between the metal racks of the archives to the exit. Goddamn, he said to himself. Now I really g o to work. Get ready for me, you magnificent Wopotamis. I'm yours ! Twenty-one months passed, and nobody was ready for Thunder Hea d, chief of the Wopotamis. 2 The President of the United States , his jaw firm, his angry eyes steady and penetrating, accelerate d his pace along the steel-gray corridor in the underground compl ex of the, Bantam Books, 1993, 2.5, London: Purnell Book Services. Very Good/Very Good. 1977. Reprint. Hard Cover. 8vo 0354010565 Reprint by Purnell Book Services, 1977. Dust jacket complete. Black cloth with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks. 61 b/w photos. 10 maps. 211 pages clean and tight. Here, for the first time in the English language, is the desert war from the German viewpoint. From the victorious advances leading up to the point where the armoured might of the panzer divisions stood only a few hours' drive from Alexandria, the story takes us through the bitterness of retreat to Tunisia where battles for isolated mountain peaks and little villages replaced the panzer thrusts and dramatic advances which had once characterised military operations in what the Germans described as the gentlemen's war. The author has made extensive use of material from original German sources and interviews with many men who took part in the campaign. Thus this highly readable account, fully illustrated with photographs and maps, provides a fascinating insight into the struggles which Rommel and the commanders on the spot fought not only against the British and Commonwealth troops together with their American and French allies, but also against their own High Commands. For these latter completely misunderstood the problems facing the armies in Africa and starved them of the men, equipment, and supplies which, had they been available at the time, might have brought victory to the Axis in the African desert and made the Panzer Army. part of a strategic pincer operation which would eventually seize the whole of the Middle East and thus take control of the Suez Canal. ., Purnell Book Services, 1977, 3<

1999, ISBN: 9780354010566

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Pan. Very Good. 4.37 x 0.87 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1977. 240 pages. <br>Sir Giles, an MP of few principles, decides to bui ld a motorway through a particularly picturesque piece … Mehr…

Pan. Very Good. 4.37 x 0.87 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1977. 240 pages. <br>Sir Giles, an MP of few principles, decides to bui ld a motorway through a particularly picturesque piece of England , but he has reckoned without his wife, Lady Maude, and her enigm atic gardener, Blott. From the author of ANCESTRAL VICES, THE MID DEN and WILT. Editorial Reviews From Library Journal This farci cal 1975 novel pits the good-hearted Lady Maude against the diabo lical Sir Giles, who plans to ruin the local countryside by const ructing a highway that will serve little purpose other than linin g his pockets. The fight against bureaucracy makes for deft comed y. Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text re fers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Fr om AudioFile Blott on the Landscape is a satiric farce in which t he feuding between an aristocratic couple spills disastrously int o the public arena. The humor is in the Monty Python tradition-- slapstick, vulgar and sometimes cruel. This piece of fluff gets b etter than it deserves from David Suchet, whose lively and colorf ul performance is likely to hold many listeners who would lose in terest in the printed page. In the American tradition, he provide s a package which outshines its contents. Production values and p ackaging are first class. J.N. (c)AudioFile, Portland, Maine --Th is text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. About the Author Tom Sharpe was an English satirical aut hor, born in London and educated at Lancing College and at Pembro ke College, Cambridge. After National Service with the Royal Mari nes he moved to South Africa in 1951, doing social work and teach ing in Natal, until deported in 1961. His work in South Africa i nspired the novels Riotous Assembly and Indecent Exposure. From 1 963 until 1972 he was a History lecturer at the Cambridge College of Arts and Technology, which inspired his Wilt series Wilt, The Wilt Alternative, Wilt on High and Wilt in Nowhere. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. ., Pan, 1977, 3, Pan. Very Good. 4.37 x 0.87 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1977. 240 pages. <br>Sir Giles, an MP of few principles, decides to bui ld a motorway through a particularly picturesque piece of England , but he has reckoned without his wife, Lady Maude, and her enigm atic gardener, Blott. From the author of ANCESTRAL VICES, THE MID DEN and WILT. Editorial Reviews From Library Journal This farci cal 1975 novel pits the good-hearted Lady Maude against the diabo lical Sir Giles, who plans to ruin the local countryside by const ructing a highway that will serve little purpose other than linin g his pockets. The fight against bureaucracy makes for deft comed y. Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text re fers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Ab out the Author Tom Sharpe was an English satirical author, born in London and educated at Lancing College and at Pembroke College , Cambridge. After National Service with the Royal Marines he mov ed to South Africa in 1951, doing social work and teaching in Nat al, until deported in 1961. His work in South Africa inspired th e novels Riotous Assembly and Indecent Exposure. From 1963 until 1972 he was a History lecturer at the Cambridge College of Arts a nd Technology, which inspired his Wilt series Wilt, The Wilt Alte rnative, Wilt on High and Wilt in Nowhere. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From Audio File Blott on the Landscape is a satiric farce in which the feudi ng between an aristocratic couple spills disastrously into the pu blic arena. The humor is in the Monty Python tradition-- slapstic k, vulgar and sometimes cruel. This piece of fluff gets better th an it deserves from David Suchet, whose lively and colorful perfo rmance is likely to hold many listeners who would lose interest i n the printed page. In the American tradition, he provides a pack age which outshines its contents. Production values and packaging are first class. J.N. (c)AudioFile, Portland, Maine --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. ., Pan, 1977, 3, London: Purnell Book Services. Very Good/Very Good. 1977. Reprint. Hard Cover. 8vo 0354010565 Reprint by Purnell Book Services, 1977. Dust jacket complete. Black cloth with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks. 61 b/w photos. 10 maps. 211 pages clean and tight. Here, for the first time in the English language, is the desert war from the German viewpoint. From the victorious advances leading up to the point where the armoured might of the panzer divisions stood only a few hours' drive from Alexandria, the story takes us through the bitterness of retreat to Tunisia where battles for isolated mountain peaks and little villages replaced the panzer thrusts and dramatic advances which had once characterised military operations in what the Germans described as the gentlemen's war. The author has made extensive use of material from original German sources and interviews with many men who took part in the campaign. Thus this highly readable account, fully illustrated with photographs and maps, provides a fascinating insight into the struggles which Rommel and the commanders on the spot fought not only against the British and Commonwealth troops together with their American and French allies, but also against their own High Commands. For these latter completely misunderstood the problems facing the armies in Africa and starved them of the men, equipment, and supplies which, had they been available at the time, might have brought victory to the Axis in the African desert and made the Panzer Army. part of a strategic pincer operation which would eventually seize the whole of the Middle East and thus take control of the Suez Canal. ., Purnell Book Services, 1977, 3<

2002, ISBN: 9780354010566

New York, New York, U.S.A.: Viking Press., 2002. Book. Fine. Hardcover. HARDCOVER; in fine condition with dustjacket. ., Viking Press., 2002, 5, Michael O'Mara Books. 1993 book club ed. … Mehr…

New York, New York, U.S.A.: Viking Press., 2002. Book. Fine. Hardcover. HARDCOVER; in fine condition with dustjacket. ., Viking Press., 2002, 5, Michael O'Mara Books. 1993 book club ed. 272pp. illus. hardback 8vo: Fine in a Very Good dj [dj = couple of short edge tears; else VG] An authoritative account of the largest tank battle in history and a key turning point in the Second World War., Michael O'Mara Books, 5, London: Purnell Book Services. Very Good/Very Good. 1977. Reprint. Hard Cover. 8vo 0354010565 Reprint by Purnell Book Services, 1977. Dust jacket complete. Black cloth with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks. 61 b/w photos. 10 maps. 211 pages clean and tight. Here, for the first time in the English language, is the desert war from the German viewpoint. From the victorious advances leading up to the point where the armoured might of the panzer divisions stood only a few hours' drive from Alexandria, the story takes us through the bitterness of retreat to Tunisia where battles for isolated mountain peaks and little villages replaced the panzer thrusts and dramatic advances which had once characterised military operations in what the Germans described as the gentlemen's war. The author has made extensive use of material from original German sources and interviews with many men who took part in the campaign. Thus this highly readable account, fully illustrated with photographs and maps, provides a fascinating insight into the struggles which Rommel and the commanders on the spot fought not only against the British and Commonwealth troops together with their American and French allies, but also against their own High Commands. For these latter completely misunderstood the problems facing the armies in Africa and starved them of the men, equipment, and supplies which, had they been available at the time, might have brought victory to the Axis in the African desert and made the Panzer Army. part of a strategic pincer operation which would eventually seize the whole of the Middle East and thus take control of the Suez Canal. ., Purnell Book Services, 1977, 3<

1977, ISBN: 0354010565

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[EAN: 9780354010566], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [PU: Purnell Book Services, London], MILITARY HISTORY, SECOND WORLD WAR, Jacket, Reprint by Purnell Book Services, 1977. Dust jacket c… Mehr…

[EAN: 9780354010566], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [PU: Purnell Book Services, London], MILITARY HISTORY, SECOND WORLD WAR, Jacket, Reprint by Purnell Book Services, 1977. Dust jacket complete. Black cloth with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks. 61 b/w photos. 10 maps. 211 pages clean and tight. Here, for the first time in the English language, is the desert war from the German viewpoint. From the victorious advances leading up to the point where the armoured might of the panzer divisions stood only a few hours' drive from Alexandria, the story takes us through the bitterness of retreat to Tunisia where battles for isolated mountain peaks and little villages replaced the panzer thrusts and dramatic advances which had once characterised military operations in what the Germans described as the gentlemen's war. The author has made extensive use of material from original German sources and interviews with many men who took part in the campaign. Thus this highly readable account, fully illustrated with photographs and maps, provides a fascinating insight into the struggles which Rommel and the commanders on the spot fought not only against the British and Commonwealth troops together with their American and French allies, but also against their own High Commands. For these latter completely misunderstood the problems facing the armies in Africa and starved them of the men, equipment, and supplies which, had they been available at the time, might have brought victory to the Axis in the African desert and made the Panzer Army. part of a strategic pincer operation which would eventually seize the whole of the Middle East and thus take control of the Suez Canal. Size: 8vo, Books<