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Author: Jim Truscott With Author's Inscription Publisher: Zeus Publications (2015) ISBN-10: 1922229962 ISBN-13: 9781922229960 Condition: Very good. Covers curling as well as minor edgewear. Else a very good copy Binding: Hardcover with dust jacket Pages: 297 Dimensions: 25.4 x 17.8 x 1.5 cm +++ Author: Jim Truscott (With Author's Inscription) +++ Memoirs of a special operative in war and business. Operations in war time are all about crisis management. It is akin to a sales manual for merchant adventurers at the juxtaposition of military and economic warfare. Written in the same vein as Sun Tzu Was a Sissy, The Real Art of War by Stanley Bing, it will be enjoyed by readers interested in autobiography, SAS, war, adventure and business.
People like reading about human foibles in barracks and boardrooms. The first part is historical and biographical and the second part is philosophical. There are few books written by former SAS officers on history, war, adventure, family and business. In the Judeo-Christian tradition the snake is an evil idea, a sneak, a liar, one hundred percent bad but in China a Taipan is literally top class or big shot used for a senior business executive or entrepreneur. In my case Taipan was my clandestine guerrilla warfare name.
Up until now few people knew this. When I first started writing about 15 years ago the memoirs were called Feral Major. The Military Secretary called me this when I was exiled in the Pilbara, and he wanted to know whether I still wore shoes to work. After some introspection I changed the title to Pushing the Boundaries based upon my ability to extend the rule books. Then for a long while it was called Instinct for Dissent, largely due to my ability to disobey lawful commands and survive the prospects of courts martials. Then came a light bulb moment, while prospering after 15 years in the bastardry of business and Screw-You University!.
