Reviews for Mathematically speaking

The average rating for Mathematically speaking based on 2 reviews is 4 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2013-08-04 00:00:00 John Hurley As a person who served on 4 submarines, both boomers & fast attacks, I think this is the worst book on submarines that I've ever read and I've read a lot. The author is(was) not a submariner and that's no sin, neither was Tom Clancy and he gave us The Hunt for Red October, one of the great submarine novels. Unlike Clancy C.W. Morton chose not to use a technical advisor. If she did the technical advisor should return whatever pay he/she received in good faith. Apparently Morton didn't use a proof reader either. Mistakes abound. Morton calls the father of the US nuclear submarine Navy Hiram Rickover. His name is Hyman G. (for God,if you served under him) Rickover. I'm waiting for a lightening bolt to hit the author. The command structure is wrong. The navigator on a sub is not a junior lieutenant but the 3rd senior officer aboard, after the C.O. & X.O. The book has 4 still wet behind the ears Ensigns in the crew.I never saw an Ensign on a boat. By the time they go through Officers' Candidate School, Submarine School and Nuclear Power school, they have enough time in pay grade to make Lieutenant Junior Grade (J.G.). The J.G.'s were the lowest ranking officers aboard the boats I was on. Then there's the topographical map on the chart table. Charts,yes; maps,no. Air flasks are located outside of the pressure hull, not inside. On one page a clue is identified as a pair of gold submarine dolphins(belonging to a submarine qualified officer); on the next page the same item is described as a pair silver dolphins (belonging to a submarine qualified enlisted man.) You get the idea. There's several good books about submarines, this isn't one of them.

Review # 2 was written on 2019-06-21 00:00:00 Ayad Alhendy Throughout pulp novels of the forties and fifties, which Copper deliberately emulates in this series, rich girls and starlets being blackmailed with pornographic movies or photos was a familiar plot. By 1967, when this novel was published, such things were not quite as shocking. Here, Copper solidly plants his Hardboiled PI Mike Faraday in Hollywood and, more specifically, on the sets of the big name Tinseltown studios. Investigating the disappearance of a movie star rumored to be not only promiscuous but actually sex crazy, Faraday stumbles into a world of murder and greed and blackmail. This book is solidly cynical and hardboiled and has some rather amusing descriptions of the kinds of characters inhabiting Hollywood and Hollywood parties. Some of the characters include the blonde receptionist with pale pink fingernails and a figure not too hard on the eyeballs who types with two fingers and the old, washed up film editor/ artist with saliva dripping down his chin whose walls were covered with paintings of such vivid color that made you think someone's intestines had been spilled in a car accident. How about a plump blonde dressed as Louis B Mayer's idea of a saloon girl of the 1870s was like, but twenty years too old for the part. There is a real cynicism about movie stars and their sleazy managers and hangers on that just drips from the pages. This is another fun, fast read in the Faraday series that does a good job of paying homage to the PI stories of an earlier era. It even has a scene where all the suspects are gathered in a room while Faraday expounds on his theories of the case. All in all, a good, solid read.