Robert Taylor: Paradigm

[hugh009]

Hi, yes, I want to recommend a new Yank author Nobel nominee Robert Taylor for his new book Paradigm, which is a fast paced, international thriller with a REAL code in it! It is the code that got him nominated for the Nobel Prize in Economics.

 

[hugh009]

I just posted the book by next Ludlum type author

Yes, check out Robert Taylor's Paradigm, which is a fast paced, international thriller that has a REAL financial code in it that got Taylor nominated for the Nobel Prize in Economics. I too am a HUGE Ludlum fan!

 

[hugh009]

Thanks for telling me about Steve

That one is a new one for me. Robert is a new author that you might want to check out at ***link removed***.

 

[Shade]

No offence, hugh, but that Paradigm book by Robert Taylor that you keep mentioning (in three of your five posts so far) looks like it stinks to high heaven. The website is one of those dreadful jobs that looks like the worst kind of self-publicity by the sort of author who visits web forums and posts comments on his own book. Published by Savas Beatie, I see, those well-respected publishers of literary fiction.

 

[Stewart]

Why do you want to recommend it? You can't go giving recommendations without speaking out about why you think others should read it. That just lacks class. The guy may have been nominated for some diddy prize but he never won so why dwell on it? Anyway, it says nothing about that book that he is a loser. (Or does it?)

 

[hugh009]

The site may be cheesy...

but the READ is VERY good! It is at least worth purchasing one of those used books at Amazon. And the Code works wonders! If you check out the book blurb you will see that the former Chairman of Coke Worldwide is using it!

 

[hugh009]

Sorry about that Stewart!

I'm actually quite new to forums.

Any way I like the novel not only because of it being a fast paced thriller like Ludlum but because it offers a VERY unique twist that I have NEVER seen in the world of thrillers. My friend from the CIA who consults for Hollywood also thought it was good. It offers a workable Code that even the former Chairman of Coke Worldwide praised!

It also shows what can happen if someone actually gets a hold of something like this Code. As a former TV news reporter I can assure you in my research that groups of powerful people like the one in Paradigm exists! It is possible to take this Nobel nominated Code and wreak havoc on the financial world.

Hope this helps and may be whets your appetite!

 

[Stewart]

If you check out the book blurb you will see that the former Chairman of Coke Worldwide is using it!

Is that why he's the former chairman?

Also: using it for what? A missing/short table leg?

 

[ions]

After having seen this transparent self-promotion many times before and I can relate my usual reactions:

- Disdain for the poster.
- I never look into the book they're pandering.
- I never remember their names.

This post is the most effort I've ever put into this sort of thread.

 

[hugh009]

Have you EVEN looked to see what the book is about?

Before you go shooting from the hip it would do a world of good to check it out. I'm an investigative reporter so I CHECK out things before I open my mouth. You might learn something instead of just pontificating! Just a freindly suggestion. Have a GREAT Weekend!

 

[Stewart]

Well, here's some of the prologue. Weak generic crap, of a sort.

hugh, I don't quite see why you think ions should bother with the book. He was commenting on the nature of your posts which seem slanted to ward promoting this rubbish.

Many prominent financiers, industrialists, and politicians had passed beneath the carved crest on the lintel of Leviticus' library, but few understood its true significance. Not that anyone would believe the mysterious legacy that had been passed down through generations, a secret Leviticus' family had been sworn to protect since time immemorial.

Seated behind his huge desk in a mahogany wing chair, Leviticus hunched over a pile of papers, struggling to concentrate on the task at hand. It had been a very long day, and his one glass of whiskey had nearly put him to sleep. The letters on the page at the top of the pile wavered back and forth. He squinted and rubbed his eyes deeply with the balls of his fists. Leviticus' long, thin facial features were still handsome, despite his thick mane of white hair, but his once sharp coal black eyes were not as strong as they had once been. And today, they were heavy with fatigue. He closed them for a moment and sat absolutely still, listening to the pleasant sound of the fire crackling a few feet away across the room.

Without warning, a sharp pain erupted behind his sternum. With a labored intake of breath, he clutched his chest and slumped over on the desk. He struggled to catch his breath as he felt the choking sensation that had become all too familiar of late. With his right hand he clutched his blood soaked handkerchief, which he used to cover his mouth as his body was racked with uncontrollable coughing. As he coughed and wheezed, the library door swung silently open. His guest stood in the entry way, grim faced and inwardly shocked at the old man's deteriorating condition.

Randolph watched, his hand frozen on the ornate bronze doorknob, while his father choked out gobs of bloody spittle into his handkerchief. His thoughts turned dark. The old man's tuberculosis was rapidly draining away his life. My God, he thought, struggling to keep his emotions in check. He had no idea the disease had progressed so quickly. The reason behind the sudden and cryptic demand for his return from Europe was now clear. The dutiful son politely waited, refusing to enter the library until the coughing fit subsided. The last thing Randolph wanted was to embarrass his father.

After one last deep wet gasp, Leviticus wiped off his mouth and slumped back in the chair. He wondered how long it would take to die, and prayed the end would come quickly. The last thing he wanted to do was rot away on a bed, choking to death and loosing his dignity.

"Ahem."

The old man straightened up with some effort and turned his head toward the door. "Randolph!" Even in pain Leviticus managed a broad smile. Stuffing his handkerchief in his pocket, he reached for his cane and lifted himself out of his chair. He would greet his son standing. "I am pleased you made such good time on the crossing. How's Catherine? Is London's weather still giving her fits? And my grandson, tell me, how is Bernard doing?"

Randolph smiled broadly in return as he crossed the richly carpeted room and walked around the grand desk to give his father a careful, though heartfelt, hug. As he did so, he bit his lip in horror. His father was nothing but skin and bones. He pulled back and looked him in the eye. "She and little man are fine, you need not worry about them. What do the doctors say about your condition?"

"To hell with the doctors! What do they know anyway?" Leviticus growled in return, swinging his hand as if swatting a fly. He escorted Randolph around the front of his desk to the fireplace, where both men settled down into a pair of plush chairs facing the roaring hearth. "I enjoy the solitude and warmth of this fireplace more and more each day," whispered Leviticus.

"I noticed our investments are giving you a bit of enjoyment too, given the stock markets dilemma." Randolph replied following with an amused laugh. As always, the old man was at the top of his game, despite the brave indifference regarding his health.

"Did you secure our interest in Europe?" Leviticus asked, raising his eyebrows as he always did when he asked a serious question.

"Yes, father, and just in the nick of time, considering current events." Randolph chuckled softly. "I have to admit, you sure do cut things close though."

Leviticus joined him in the soft laugher that quickly ended in another coughing spell. Randolph jumped up to help the old man, who waved the son back with one hand while covering his mouth with the other.

"Damn this disease," thought Randolph as he stood helplessly by, twisting his hands together in frustration. He also knew he was vulnerable in the face of his father's limited future. When the coughing subsided, he took a step and leaned down, placing a firm hand on his father's shoulder. "You don't need to worry about our European partners or our investments there, although things were a little tight until the events of the last seven days. You had many of the family members scratching their heads."

"Let them scratch themselves bald," Leviticus shot back with a grim smile. He put away the stained handkerchief a second time and straightened his shoulders. "Have a seat." His voice took a sudden, serious turn. "It's time I complete your training, son. Tomorrow you will take over our empire."

Randolph felt his stomach tighten with excitement as he sat next to his father. At last, he thought, with relief. He had finally reached the end of his apprenticeship, as had his father had done and their fathers before them. This final passing of the torch was not without its sadness for it had been hastened along by Leviticus' impending demise. Randolph remained quiet while his father rallied his strength and began to speak.

Slowly and methodically, Leviticus spelled out the recent events that he had anticipated and engineered. The results were in the books, undeniable, real. The stock market had crashed. In just four trading days, its value had plummeted more than 39%. The worst was yet to come.

His father's plans before the crash had been simply ingenious. In the months leading up to October 24, 1929, the Group's bankers in both the United States and Europe transferred their personal cash into a Swiss bank account. J. P Morgan's bank secured the American holdings by following the same procedure. The family and other close associates were instructed to follow Leviticus' orders to the letter. Other prominent financial players followed suit. Joseph Kennedy liquidated his stock positions and the entire Group' real estate holdings, with the exception of their main business locations and immediate family homes.

J. P. Morgan's brokerage firm sold the members' securities while the markets were setting new highs. Selling into the market allowed easy fills for their sell orders and drew little attention from either the market makers or the press. By the time the stock market began to collapse on October 24, Leviticus had done the impossible. He had converted into cash and precious metals nearly seventy-two billion dollars of his own personal holdings, the holdings of his family, and the wealthiest members of his organization. Every penny was safely secured outside the reach of any government.

With obvious glee, Leviticus continued to detail the events of the crash. As the minutes ticked past, Randolph watched and listened in rapt awe as his father found strength he did not know he still had, his words gaining strength, his voice now strong and steady. To Leviticus, the crash was spectacular by any measure.

On Thursday, October the 24, the market opened at 9:30 a.m. Mayhem broke loose on the floor within hours of the opening bell. The ticker tape machine fell behind by an hour and a half, leaving investors frantically scrambling to place sell orders for their investments without even knowing the current bid/ask prices. Within a short time, utter panic entrenched itself on the floor. As word spread of the selling frenzy, thousands of frantic investors gathered outside the stock exchanges and brokerages firms. Police were dispatched to insure the safety of the traders. As the trading day wore on it became more difficult to separate fact from fiction. Rumors had reached epidemic levels.

Shortly before noon, the Chicago and Buffalo Exchanges had to close down. The New York Times was abuzz with the rumor that eleven well-known speculators had committed suicide. The New York Stock Exchange closed the visitor's gallery to keep the desperate scenes below from spreading additional panic.

In the span of a few hours a record eight million shares traded hands. The pits were filled to capacity with traders and locals. Runners ran madly from one firm's trader to another. Jackets were shed, ties left to dangle, and the floor was covered with unfilled orders. To the right of the podium, the seven-story windows admitted the sparkle of sunlight, but to the frantic traders bustling about below, bedlam had set in, carrying with it a fear none had ever known before.

An American Red Cross flag hung incongruously across from the big board. It was an eerie sight for the men gathered on the floor, caught as they were in a cyclone of events as terrible as any catastrophic crisis they could imagine. Searching for answers, their eyes were drawn to the empty podium for an announcement that would end their agony.

 

[Shade]

I'm not sure hugh009 is actually Robert Taylor, ions, hard though that may be to believe. But yes, disdain and disregard are still the appropriate responses. Why on earth would someone think ions, who has a record of being interested in interesting books, would want to touch a crappy financial thriller with a barge pole? The author may have made as many millions as he can eat on Wall Street, but judging on the extract Stewart has posted, he will never have the respect of people who love good writing.

 

[Shade]

Yes hugh, I looked at the reviews posted in the blurb section on Amazon and wondered why I would want to read a book recommended by CEOs, financial directors, past presidents of movie studios, and other sociopathic misfits who have got no connection with the world of literature?

 

[hugh009]

Paradigm by Nobel Nominee Robert Taylor Wins Prestigious Book Award

Yes, I just learned that Paradigm that I recommended to this forum as won the prestigious American Authors Association's coveted "2006 Gold Medal Award" for Outstanding Fiction!

This is a fantastic honor since this is the FIRST time fiction book for this author.

Hugh

 

[Stewart]

Yes, I just learned that Paradigm that I recommended to this forum as won the prestigious American Authors Association's coveted "2006 Gold Medal Award" for Outstanding Fiction

Given that it's a completely irrelevant award (from an association whose members consist of people with self-published or Print-On-Demand books) I don't see how it's important to know. It's certainly not "prestigious".

Anyway, here's a couple of the real reviews from Amazon whrere the sales rank tells a different story than the publisher's claim of it being in the top 100 books. They have obviously neglected to state fully that it was in the top ten of utter cack chart.

Are these reviewers reading the same book that I'm reading? This seems like a way to sell the author's website info, and try to make a million in the stock market. The read is not that good. If you are reading it for the "Taylor Effect" information, that's one thing. If you want a good mystery read, I certainly would not recommend it. There are too many coincidences in the book, and the supposed brilliant characters can't put them together. In addition, I have never seen so many misspellings, incomplete sentences and generally bad grammar in a published work. The only reason I give this two stars is the book's descriptions of the geographical locations and attractions.

If being inundated with commercial brand name plugs is something you like - buy this book. By the time I got through the Home Depot, Starbucks and Dell computer ads contained in the story line I put the book down and haven't picked it up since. Too bad I paid for it already.

I say "real reviews" because the 18 others are all five star reviews.The problem with them is that the majority just so happen to be by people who have never felt the urge to review a book before. Suspicious that. Even more interesting is that some only review books published by Savas Beatie.

It would seem that hugh009 is a bit late with the announcement of the award. Bill McDonald, who runs the AAA, anounced it in his review back in August. Four months ago...and no one is talking about it. Interesting. Still, the only reason he's mentioning it now is that he is trying to rescue it from the mauling its getting by making claim to an award. (Aside, I can find no source on the claim.)

Hugh Simpson, for that is your name, if this is your idea of public relations then the mind boggles as to why your company exists. Any person with a crappy book can sign up and spam the forum. Why would Robert Taylor want to pay you to do it?

Hugh authored "***book title removed***" featured on CNN, Fox News and Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell. Hugh is also a co-founder of ***bla bla bla***, a full service audio/video production company. He is a certified Comcast TV producer and has run a successful public relations consulting business for over 30 years, working with clients like the Original Marlboro Man, William Thourlby (who is still alive!); ultra-marathoner Stan Cottrell and Nobel nominated novelist of Paradigm, Robert Taylor.

 

[Shade]

Heh, nice spot, Stew!