Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
The Limit Now on Facebook
Do you have photos or remembrances of Phil Hill, Wolfgang von Trips or the Ferrari teams of their era? Please share them at The Limit Facebook page.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Anthony Swofford on The Limit
Anthony Swofford, author of Jarhead, had this to say about The Limit:
"Before I wanted to become a writer I longed to become a Ferrari race car driver. The Limit dropped me into the driver's seats of the fastest cars in the world during the Grand Prix explosion of the 50's and 60's. The story here is compelling and FAST...the characters are massive men breathing speed and chewing adrenalin. This is a V12 blast of a book."
Monday, September 26, 2011
Pebble Beach Photos
Automobiliac has 175 beautiful photos of the Concours d'Elegance, the annual collection of vintage cars. Click here to see the gallery.
Publishers Weekly Reviews The Limit
Here is Publishers Weekly review of The Limit:
Publisher's Weekly Review of The Limit
Forget those NASCAR wimps; the European and Latin American sports scar and Formula One circuit of the 1950s is where real men raced—and died—according to this high-octane racing saga. Cannell (I. M. Pei: Mandarin of Modernism) follows two drivers for the Ferrari team: the steady American master-technician Phil Hill and a charismatic German bat-out-of-hell with the sublime name of Count Wolfgang von Trips. Driving day and night at insane speeds through cramped streets and blind curves without seat-belts or roll-bars, the two fight a war of attrition as dozens of competitors and teammates are mangled, cut in half, and burned alive in crashes. (Just watching the races was so lethal—“the hood spun loose and sliced through the crowd like a giant scythe, decapitating a row of spectators”—that the Vatican denounced them.) The author revs the narrative with greasy atmospherics and colorful figures like the Bond villainish motor mogul Enzo Ferrari—“What a pity. What about the car?” was his eulogy for a dead driver. There are also tales of womanizing, great stoicism, and a few pit stops for Nietzschean bombast: “It is danger and the insistent proximity to death that most ennobles the soul.” Cannell’s full-throttle epic leaves you breathless. Photos. (Nov. 7)
Publisher's Weekly Review of The Limit
Forget those NASCAR wimps; the European and Latin American sports scar and Formula One circuit of the 1950s is where real men raced—and died—according to this high-octane racing saga. Cannell (I. M. Pei: Mandarin of Modernism) follows two drivers for the Ferrari team: the steady American master-technician Phil Hill and a charismatic German bat-out-of-hell with the sublime name of Count Wolfgang von Trips. Driving day and night at insane speeds through cramped streets and blind curves without seat-belts or roll-bars, the two fight a war of attrition as dozens of competitors and teammates are mangled, cut in half, and burned alive in crashes. (Just watching the races was so lethal—“the hood spun loose and sliced through the crowd like a giant scythe, decapitating a row of spectators”—that the Vatican denounced them.) The author revs the narrative with greasy atmospherics and colorful figures like the Bond villainish motor mogul Enzo Ferrari—“What a pity. What about the car?” was his eulogy for a dead driver. There are also tales of womanizing, great stoicism, and a few pit stops for Nietzschean bombast: “It is danger and the insistent proximity to death that most ennobles the soul.” Cannell’s full-throttle epic leaves you breathless. Photos. (Nov. 7)
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Should Vintage Cars Be Landmarked?
A post by Paul Stenguist on The New York Times Wheels blog raises an interesting question: should vintage cars be listed on the National Register of Historic Places? The Historic Vehicle Association is lobbying for federal legislation that would protect cars from alteration, such as changes in upholstery or paint color. Would collectors welcome the change? Discuss.
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