Böcker av Christopher Buckley

This book provides a select history of these great aircraft, and recounts what many of them have been up to around the world - from London City Airport to forest clearings in Vanuatu, from glaciers in the Alaska Range to 'extreme' airports in the Caribbean, these aircraft have been everywhere. Illustrated with over 220 photographs, most of which have never been published before, this book is packed with stories, anecdotes, facts and figures, showcasing de Havilland Canada and its remarkable aircraft.

Witness/participant, "blasé as a boulevardier/ in the spring Paris air," Buckley couples a lyric poet's urgency with a storyteller's feral patience: "claptrap until my heart started doing double-takes-/ the bus driver with my retreating hairline, the mechanic/ with my beard and a little wound of ink or motor oil/ leaking from his breast pocket." These poems will take you, reader, from "the edge/ of the cliff" to "the tideline" and "outside the Arlington Theater" of a remembered matinee into a rumination on coyotes and stars. From One Sky to the Next-both in, and out of, this world-one of the strongest collections I've ever read-keeps pulling me back.-Roger Weingarten

Steaming to Bamboola is a story of the author's time at sea. He tells first-hand about typhoons, cargoes, smuggling, mid-ocean burials, rescues, stowaways, hard places, hard drinking, and hard romance.

The award-winning and bestselling author delivers a hilarious fake memoir by Herb Nutterman-Donald Trump's seventh chief of staff-who has written the ultimate tell-all about Trump and Russia.

'3.3 billion years ago we caught a break . . .' So states the first line of Christopher Buckley's new poetry collection Chaos Theory, setting the tone of casual erudition, an atomic fusion of the personal and the cosmic. The book's theme is a perennial one: Chaos Theory is really about finding the underlying order in apparently random data. True to his word, Buckley gives us "Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko Bop" by Little Anthony & The Imperials: - '… particles; the cathedral of the atom, and Gunsmoke, The Whistler, Mr. & Mrs. North- / zooming past / the cosmic street lamps,' bids us make the connections along with him. It's a startling, deliriously pleasurable enterprise, poem by poem. As we reach the end of our cosmic journey through Chaos Theory, we feel like one of the imagined aliens huddled at last around Voyager's Golden Records on some distant planet, understanding dawning in her eye or ear, as an x-ray of a human hand and snowflakes over Sequoia appear on a hologram, followed by a recording of the greeting "May all be well" in Ancient Sumerian and the brainwaves of Ann Druyan considering human violence and poverty and falling in love.