The Gentlemen X Reader
Hasan Fogg
Sometimes the stars align and an author produces a work so perfect, so utterly satisfying and joyous on every page, that you never want the reading experience to end. That was what I found when I picked up A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles.
Now, this is hardly an unheralded gem. It was well-reviewed and widely read when it came out in 2016, appearing on several prize lists, and Bill Gates, a reader par excellence, has shared his own love of it. So I am, as usual, a little behind the times. But the beauty of books is that they wait for the reader to find them when the time is right and, for me, this was the perfect time.
And so it is within the walls of this last pillar of old-world elegance that our tale unfolds, a place where ballerinas from the Bolshoi dash in for a drink, where the French chef ensures that every dish is a masterpiece, and where every detail is thought of, cared for, and perfected. It is a world that suits Rostov well and, even after he is moved into a dingy attic room from his stately suite, he finds ways of adapting to his new circumstances.
The story follows Rostov over the course of thirty-odd years, years where he is largely insulated from the wider changes happening in Russia. But he is not oblivious to them, staying as well-informed as ever (as any good gentleman would), and as Russia becomes increasingly dangerous, he begins to worry about the future of those he loves. For, in thirty years, he has found people to love: friends, a lover, and a daughter-of-sorts whom he has raised from childhood.
I read this book amidst a lot of distractions at the time and really want to do it again without the clutter of real life. I stood in front of the Metropole hotel this past year and such a glorious place but sadly, did not get inside. One day!??
summary: the genre of the world is historical fantasy, and you and the twst boys are citizens of a distant land ! how will your interactions with each of these noble gentlemen be ? (or, drabbles of the twst boys in a historical fantasy au >:D)
Things are really getting to be quite a strain. Because yesterday Mr Spoffard and Mr Eisman were both in the lobby of the Bristol hotel and I had to pretend not to see both of them. I mean it is quite an easy thing to pretend not to see one gentleman, but it is a quite hard thing to pretend not to see two gentlemen. So something has really got to happen soon, or I will have to admit that things seem to be happening that are not for the best. (pp.182-3)
Yale University Press, February 2004. Hardcover. Used - Good / Very Good. Item #277703
ISBN: 0300098464
One of the most colourful and controversial figures in American intelligence, Herbert O. Yardley (1889-1958) gave America its best form of information, but his fame rests more on his indiscretions than on his achievements. In this highly readable biography, a premier historian of military intelligence tells Yardley's story and evaluates his impact on the American intelligence community. Yardley established the nation's first codebreaking agency in 1917, and his solutions helped the United States win a major diplomatic victory at the 1921 disarmament conference. But when his unit was closed in 1929 because gentlemen do not read each other's mail, Yardley wrote a best-selling memoir that introduced - and disclosed - codemaking and codebreaking to the public. David Kahn describes the vicissitudes of Yardley's career, including his work in China and Canada, offers a capsule history of American intelligence up to World War I, and gives a short course in classical codes and ciphers. He debunks the accusations that the publication of Yardley's book caused Japan to change its codes and ciphers and that Yardley traitorously sold his solutions to Japan. And he asserts that Yardley's disclo.
One of the most colorful and controversial figures in American intelligence, Herbert O. Yardley (1889-1958) gave America its best form of information, but his fame rests more on his indiscretions than on his achievements. In this highly readable biography, a premier historian of military intelligence tells Yardley's story and evaluates his impact on the American intelligence community. Covers a tad soiled.
Few authors have so successfully mined the history of codebreaking. In Kahn's latest book, he explores the life and times of Herbert Yardley, one of the forgotten figures of U.S. intelligence. Yardley's achievements had less to do with his talents as a cryptanalyst, which were modest, than with his ability to mobilize U.S. resources during World War I (and for some time afterward, including for the successful effort to break Japanese codes during the 1921 Washington Naval Conference). His career took a dramatic turn after his unit was closed down in 1929, following Secretary of State Henry Stimson's famous observation that "gentlemen do not read each other's mail." Yardley, facing destitution, decided to tell his story in a best-selling memoir, The American Black Chamber, which introduced the history and methods of codebreaking to a wide audience. The book turned Yardley into a minor celebrity but also earned him the ire of those who felt he had disclosed too much about matters of national security. For this reason, his attempt to return to service during the next war -- this time via Canada -- failed. Kahn's book includes more than one needs to know about Yardley, but it is at least an entertaining read.
Hi all! Welcome to The Gentlemen, a story that allows me to basically live my OT7 smutty dreams while still being somewhat realistic ! This story is primarily taking place on Tumblr because it has interactive voting (for Audience Fan Favourite, as well as the vote of who gets eliminated each week) plus the opportunity to send the characters Confessional Asks and have them answer it! My tumblr is honeymoonjin.tumblr.com ! and here is the masterlist which contains the tags to read past Confessionals and view the teasers of each character: -masterlist-for-the-gentlemen-sick-of
Yoongi seems satisfied with the answer, and before anyone else steps in to pick up the line of questioning, a staff member, clothed in a basic black t-shirt and skinny jeans, steps up to the table, informing you that the interior of the house had finished being set up.
Your reply is caught in your throat as you follow behind Seokjin, entering the villa for the first time. It had seemed massive from the outside - a sprawling, two-storey mansion with gardens out the front, and tennis courts, swimming pools and the outdoor dining area bracketing the three other sides of the building. Now though, as you step into what must be a living room, you realise just how huge the budget must be for this show.
There were two three-high bunks on either side, the highest ones less than half a metre from the ceiling, and below the window one skinny single bed. All of them were basic foam mattresses with a pillow and a folded blanket, and you frown at how barren this room feels compared to the rest.
He draws it out for one agonising second, eyes swirling with something calculating as he applies the slight bit of pressure, and you feel your pulse beat beneath it, speeding up when the tip of his tongue pokes out one corner of his mouth and slowly slides across, wetting his lips in a clearly suggestive motion.
Jimin hums, pleased, and you suck in a breath as he takes his free hand and runs it across your cheek, downwards towards your chin where he gives your lower lip the lightest brush, before he pushes off the doorframe, and you hear the dull padding of his shoes down the hallway.
Before you shut your door and turn in for the night, you glance at the door across the hall from you. KIM SEOKJIN. At some point, he must have snuck up, because the door is shut, rather than swung open like before.
Head full with thoughts, you do your best to remove your makeup with basic cleanser, not even bothering to shower, instead just shucking off your dress in the privacy of the bathroom and stumbling sleepily into a sleep shirt that falls low enough to not require pants.
Charlotte Deeping needs something to keep her occupied now that she's back home after her first London season. She misses solving local intrigues with her school friends, but they've all gone off and gotten married. Then Laurence Lindley, the Marquess of Glendarvon, comes for a visit, and drops a mystery right into her lap.
When Charlotte's brother makes her promise not to interrogate the marquess, she agrees. But that only means she'll have to find subtler ways to learn about the mysterious marquess and his past. The more time they spend together, the closer Charlotte gets to finding answers, and to Laurence. That is, until Charlotte's digging rouses an old vendetta and Laurence has to delve into his own history to help the young lady he's come to love.
The mystery was too complex in the end for the reader to even guess, so if you like to figure out things ahead of the characters this may be a disappointment. I thought it was interesting and rife with good history, so enjoyed it.
The title has no tie in with the story. I sometimes feel like I am overly annoyed with arbitrary titles, but like the cover I do think it should hint at what the reader is in for. This title seems cute and funning, whereas this story is mostly serious.
THE YOUNG LADY, GERTRUDE ST. CLAIR, ARRIVES AT THE SCOTTISH ESTATE OF LORD ROSSVILLE TO TAKE UP HER POSITION AS HIS HEIRESS. She is enraptured with all she sees and delighted to make the acquaintance of her family. The denizens of Rossville Castle form a gallery of humorous and eccentric figures. However, Gertrude soon discovers that her uncle, in the interest of preserving the family line and estate, has already made a match for her while her mother, desperate to sustain her own position, embroils them with a shadowy figure from the past. Can Gertrude prevail? Will she claim her inheritance? Will it be at the expense of her heart?
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