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<p>Mr. Valentine is on Twitter. You can go there and you can see what a huge liberal he is, and how he essentially tripped over these ideas after he wrote The Phoenix Program, and got disgusted with Seymour Hersh’s take on his own ideas. That being said he’s the type of liberal which communists can certainly enjoy reading. (As his own critique of the alt media is easily led to himself and his curious story about being fed papers by a certain CIA officer. I’m not saying that Doug was tasked with distributing a limited hangout but there may have been even more unsavory stuff about the Phoenix program which we never find out from books like his and it would have been wise for a certain career as CIA officer or South Vietnamese policemen to sandbag other members of their organization without revealing too much of the really, really nasty stuff that you don’t want people to ever know that you’ve done like Unit 731 type shit.) When he’s not comparing the United States to the USSR, or complaining about gulags, he’s making very salient points about how the intellectual apparatus manages journalism, and how the CIA uses whistleblowers and other leverage over them to grant access to people like Daniel Ellsberg, Jeremy Skaill, Glenn Greenwald, and other darlings of the alt media, and make money off of them. Apologies for any dictation errors. Also, I am rather sleepy. I just wanted to give you a little bit of background on what the title means and why this book might be worth reading. I think it’s seriously underlooked. Also, I actually enjoy when a writer is a good scholar, but someone who I ideologically disagree with. So, his, little liberal sprinklings in there are fun to pick apart.</p> <small class="notice" x-post-type-data="None"> Takahe has limited support for this type: <a href="https://lemmy.ml/post/39015991">See Original Page</a> </small>

<p>Short Summary</p><p>(in English - The original text is in Castilian)</p><p>In Barcelona, the protagonist (a successful Madrid architect living a secret double life) unexpectedly runs into his former lover Lisette and her colleague Kate at a charming neighborhood bakery. Forced into an awkward coffee meet-up, he struggles to maintain his old cover story—that he’s merely a soundproofing technician—while Lisette playfully corners him into a possible dinner invitation that threatens to expose or reignite his hidden past. Trapped between his two worlds, he leaves the café rattled, realizing his quick “confirmation” trip has just become dangerously complicated</p> <small class="notice" x-post-type-data="None"> Takahe has limited support for this type: <a href="https://lemmy.world/post/38967470">See Original Page</a> </small>

<p>Habían pasado días y se habían esfumado semanas enteras desde que mis pies tocaron de nuevo el asfalto de Madrid. Este lapso de tiempo había transcurrido en un suspiro desde mi regreso a la capital. La ciudad seguía avanzando con su ritmo inalterable de tráfico, bocinas y el murmullo constante de la gente que vive deprisa, sin para a pensar y mirar atrás. Sin embargo, yo no era el mismo. Me había sumergido, o más bien, hundido voluntariamente, mucho más profundo que antes en el proyecto para el que había firmado. Las luces de mi habitación-estudio se encendían al anochecer y no se apagaban hasta el amanecer; la línea borrosa entre el día y la noche se había vuelto mi nuevo horario de oficina.</p> <small class="notice" x-post-type-data="None"> Takahe has limited support for this type: <a href="https://lemmy.world/post/38912654">See Original Page</a> </small>