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Who Dares Wins (RBRC)

After yet another blogging hiatus it’s beyond time to return for Mliae’s Recycled Book Reading Challenge (link opens in new tab to full challenge details).

This month I’m reading Tony Geraghty’s original non-fiction novel, “WHO DARES WINS The Story of the SAS 1950-1980″ published by Fontana/Collins in 1981 (first published in Britain by Arms and Armour Press in 1980).

Image of the author and journalist Tony Geraghty's hands, one clasping the other

Authentic Authorial Hands ~Tony Geraghty [from a 2008 photo]

This book was a special find in the BBC Children in Need charity book sale at our local Post Office some time ago now. (Sadly the charitable sales were ended with the store’s change of hands. However…) I’ve fallen long behind with reading the books I intended reading and not in desperate need of extra reading material.

By the way, as a contrasting companion read I’m also making my way through Ann Waldman’s recent book, “Trickster Feminism”, received as a Christmas gift, but that’s not at all ‘dusty’ so…

I’m only about a sixth of the way through Geraghty’s book so far, but if you’ve read any of my earlier attempts at keeping up with this reading challenge you’ll already know I am not a well-practised book reviewer(!) – I often don’t fair well with linear reading either. I have an inkling I’ll be itching to review this book better than my effort here and now.

“Who Dares Wins” is an intriguing read so far and I’m determined to see it through to the end. The end is intriguingly abrupt – yes I skipped to and skimmed the last few pages and there’s some potential relevance in current world affairs, the final pages only briefly enlightening…

Photo showing in the foreground the 1981 book by author and journalist Tony Geraghty titled Who Dares Wins The Story of the SAS 1950 to 1980. The book's red cover showing the main title in large white font, the subtitle in smaller black font above a shield emblem depicting a vertical dagger with feather-like forms to each side. The book is placed on my laptop, so the photographic background shows part of my laptop screen and keyboard. In the top left corner of the photo my screen shows the time as 12:42pm. Below this a single pack snack of a chocolate donut displays the brand name Today in red letters printed on white above the image of the donut.

Tony Geraghty’s 1981 non-fiction novel WHO DARES WINS

Reading about British involvements in military histories, other nation’s SAS regiments, and the strategic food denials inflicted by some commanders and combatants seems resonant with contemporary news stories of recent years. ‘Enjoying it’ isn’t quite the turn of phrase I’d choose, but I’m struggling for a better alternative descriptor.

I delved a little into some online research earlier today, hoping to discover a little about the author. A puzzling mish-mash of amalgamated info returned in my search results, so I’ll have to seek more credible sources than the (potentially) criminal-cultured corruptive copywriting currently pervading the web(!)

The original ISBN for Geraghty’s “Who Dares Wins” is 0006362354. There are newer versions on the market, apparently an updated version appearing to be of dubious origin, in a different authorial voice -although purporting the same author name and that potentially being creative Trademark theft in English Law – and, from that newer version’s text, confessing a ‘recycling’ of Geraghty’s original content (described in third person as “Geraghty’s garnish”), as per my screenshot from the preview option on this otherly newer books sales page, shown below:

A screenshot image of another book's online preview page

Online sales pages for the authentic version of Tony Geraghty’s book, WHO DARES WINS are swamped by otherly versions such as the one shown as a potentially evidential example above. Apologies if my speculation and conjecture are in error of fact, although I have many a reason to doubt it.

Disclaimer: I have no known association with the author(s) or publishers featured in this post. Photos are my own; screenshot images were saved by myself during my personal computing (research and reference purposes) and constitute Fair Use within the circumstances of making my post here at my blog (and this being personal and non-commercial) and this right being established in English Law. N.B: Any issues of query or complaint should be addressed directly with myself at my contact form should the public comments field not be preferred – however please allow up to 90 days for action ie. reply, should circumstances beyond my human control arise.

The Recycled Book Reading Challenge page suggests challenging a blogging neighbour to participate, maybe that’s You? (If so, don’t forget to check the host’s page link near the top of this post!)

As always, thanks for reading..!

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Mundane Monday Malarkeys

I keep getting so distracted and bogged down and cloth-eared with a head-cold persisting on and off for two or three weeks now – so yet again I’m late and behind with the Recycled Book Reading Challenge post I always mean to make at the start of each new month. Photos planned for that lingering for a while so i will get around to it. Sometime soon.

I kept up fine for the first five or six weeks of my return to the ModPo MOOC (fourth year attempt, failing to complete every time during the Autumn’s annual 10-week mad-dash to cover the syllabus’ requirement). Then, six weeks into it, the poem for the third essay assignment really left me gob-smacked. A poem comprising two poetic voices (one main part being the text stolen from a British adolescent in the early 1960s, the other a British-migrant voice ‘completing’ the poem). Those facts of the matter not arising in the taught materials and feeling unable to write my essay due to the distress and disturbance of noticing the attributed pen-name of that poem (now titled ‘The honey bear’) and how that has been usurped to create some kind of construct as if the pen-name belongs to a ‘New York School’ contemporary poet. Looking at some of the other works now attributed to that pen-name it is clear there are multiple voices in the mixture combining a miscellaneous collection of work, some of which might be originally created by the persona now fronting the probably falsified CONSTRUCT. Crazy! (It’s not beyond reason someone might actually have that same name given to them as their birth name but they’d know ‘The honey bear’ is not their poem!)

If I ever doubted the foundational literature learnings of my childhood and teenage years, into further education and onward, here was living proof of the reasoning behind so many English Literature teachers in Britain absolutely refusing to teach American authors works. or glossing over it so quickly where it became mandatory to include American Literature examples within the English Literature class.

Of course it, the usurping ‘construct’ issue, is not at all the fault of the ModPo course providers.- it’s just ‘one of those things’.

Everyone having their (germ warfare) NHS flu jabs and spreading the attenuated virus to propogate this persistent ‘common cold’ effect gave me a new excuse to boot for my falling even further behind. Never mind. SloPo season starts from this new end-point and now there is all year to immerse in the wonders and dilemmas of Modern American Poetry and all the amazing and awesome international English learning I can wrestle with and explore through poetry. (Awe apparently meaning dreadful in formal American language meaning, or so I’m led to believe.)

Among other things distracting since that stumbling block essay/poem issue have been: witnessing a local fire-crew in chemical protection suits attending a terrorist fire in our neighbourhood; witnessing the bizarre presentations of local news presented out of time and disguised ‘factual’ details; many British people getting prosecuted for things they haven’t done that appear to be engineered by bogus operatives from wherever and an influx of visiting gofer-doofers assisting some kind of insurgency drive, again from wherever. Very recently, on Armistice Day, a single adult (presumed to be African-American) with three teenagers got out of a foreign four-by-four looking suspicious. They walked straight into a near-ish house, refused to leave when the householder yelled in shock “get out of my house!” at the intrusion and then by the sounds of it the householder(s) were attacked while the family’s young children were screaming in fear from upstairs. Hopefully it was the police who attended the scene because there have also been dummy ambulances, fake local authority vehicles and weird stuff like that around sometimes too. Freaky!

This last half-week has brought the opening of a new creative writing MOOC from UIowa’s international distance learning programme, ‘Stories of Place and the Natural World’. So far it seems as much about human nature as it is about Nature. This one has a non-fiction bias, though it’s difficult to see any difference much these days. The initial (certificated) phase ends on December 31st but the programme remains open until March for self-paced learning before moving to the mooc-pack site. Hopefully I remember the detail correctly. Earlier writing and poetry mooc-packs can be found there from 2014 to the most recent ‘Moving the Margins’, (fiction and non-fiction) for independent self-led learning. Something to keep busy with through cold, dark winter days and/or nights.

Obtaining any real news is nigh on impossible. It’s so frustrating that even the BBC is no longer a reliable news outlet. News articles aren’t even written in real English anymore. We’re presented words like ‘penciled’ to confuse us, meaning ‘pencilled’ but sounding ‘pen-sigh-ld’ when reading aloud. There’s so much bullshit propoganda around too. Pushes for a no-deal Brexit from foreign western journalists (and maybe some of our own if maybe ‘on the take’) leave Britain at risk. EU food regulations are already being flouted and dangerous foodstuffs have entered the retail market, including fake products in some bio-terrorist crime racket. Things like aspirin in kids popular snacks; biscuit/cake/confectionery/snack items containing amphetamine, LSD, Daturic acid, sleep medications, stevia – all examples of things turning up in food items in the UK that could have awful negative health impacts. It’s as if there’s an elsewhere determined to impose their economic migrant job creation scheme by ‘evidencing’ how the British public either need false imprisonment or an army of mental health workers and cognitive behaviour therapists(!).

Up in arms? Not likely. Cottage gardening is more the British way, even if only a windowsill available – and it’s beyond time to breathe life into the home-grower. Grab a spade and dig in. (We don’t dig with a shovel, we dig with a spade, although a trowel or re-purposing any old spoon’ll do for a planter or pot.) Why is ‘spade’ a racist word? It’s certainly not in British English. Language oppressions and bogus standardisation are making me more sick than I can tolerate. So fluff that for a game of soldiers and folk IT!

My twitter keeps getting interrupted, interfering with my endurement/enjoyment and all sorts of tech intrusions glitching things out here and there. Bullybuoy guys and gals mostly, actually, it seems are back at the ole bulldog bash game.

However Russia seems to be the main propoganda target again lately in latest fear-mongering war-mongering efforts. It’s been going on a while and gathering pace. Do people really believe all the fekkin’ shite put out there for consumers’ perusal? An interesting video clip turned up on my twitter feed from an account I had expected to be our British “Radio Times” (a weekly TV and radio schedule magazine) but turns out to be some other ‘global news’ account. The video showed young Russian-speaking soldiers firing short-range missiles from armoured vehicles in the desert and the accompanying text suggests it’s a military excercise “at Russia’s largest foreign base in Tajikistan”. It somehow begs fact-checking…

If it’s a foreign base is it another rogue area take-over alike the criminal military takeover at Kesteven in middle-England by our so-called allies ‘post-war’ and remaining? Hopefully not. Who knows! It’s hardly top secret that that (Kesteven) shit’s there!

The CIA website usually offers public access online to recent enough information that seems reliable and trustworthy enough and of course it runs high in the search results while I barely have time for visiting all the world’s online sites to balance the impacts of cookies on search algorithms (if that’s how it even works!). So a quick look into it and I discover that not only is Russian the official formal language of the Tajikistan peoples, but they also have a national military service conscription for all young men aged fifteen plus. Hence I deduce it is probably the Tajikistan army in the clip and not the responsibility or instigation of the Russian government. A major economic activity in Tajikistan is mining for metals and minerals and perhaps the training excercise somehow contributes to that. Double-whammy. Mind, I’m a dozey female without a clue so I’m maybe in error.

Talk about distracted. Forgetting to post my lingering draft I’m now into Tuesday, 2 minutes past midnight. Procrastinating my mooc-time with this ramble I wandered away trying to find online ANYWHERE still containing previously found Eastern Orthodox / Eastern European information on Saints Days, as there’s an important one this month I hoped to remember and participate quietly at home and maybe learn some more about it. Maybe I missed it. Under such dire circumstances maybe any ole day will do. Maybe I have an offline copy saved goodness knows where. Return of the dark ages has been creeping upon us via online corruptions and manipulations, wiping out much of our cultural identities that does not fit the template of tyrants responsible for such hideous incursions. So much reminds of the religious oppressions of the 9th and 10th centuries. Perhaps that’s the olde that I feel!