Pyro Dragneel Dragneel itibaren Peana, Pipikoro, Sigi Regency, Central Sulawesi, Endonezya
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This definitly wasn't as good as the first one but still amazing. The first one was just out of this world. You still need to read it.
Ben and Blayne (what a pair of names) meet in a coffee shop in a lazy afternoon. Blayne is not searching company, at least is what he says, but he is in a gay quarter and in a gay local, and so Ben is a little pushy. Ben manages to bring Blayne home and then in bed. But then Blayne flies away: he is married and he is straight! Not a believable excuse. Leaving he says to Ben to send him his resume: Ben is unemployed and maybe Blayne could do something... It's a joke but Ben sends the resume and Blayne's father, Garret, chooses to assume him. And so Blayne and Ben, with Todd and Emily, two friends, find themself to a side of a barricate and in the other side there is Garret and Jeanette, Blayne's wife. The war is about the launch of a new product for Mandatory, the Garret's firm: a new razor. The book is interesting, a good mix of romance and story. Maybe also a little of suspence, even if, clue by clue, you can manage to unveal the truth way soon before it's unveiled by the story. A story begins like a flirt ends in a love me forever feeling. When I read about this book, strangely I have ever had the feeling it was much more hard. Sex is not the main aspect and not the only reason to substain the plot. Maybe also the original print cover gives you that impression. I really like more the ebook version cover. At this point I can say that I will be glad to read also the other stories this duo, Scott & Scott, have already written. http://www.amazon.com/dp/1594570345/?...
Una agradable sorpresa. Novela (o mejor, conjunto de novelas breves con el mismo protagonista) muy bien construida y narrada, con un personaje cautivador desde el principio hasta el final. Recomendabilísima.
** spoiler alert ** I'm not a fan of Neil LaBute. I find his characterizations distasteful, and he seems unable to find a redeeming quality in any of his male protaganists. This play is no different. Tom is a meely-mouthed, twenty-something account executive who falls in love with an obese librarian, named Helen. When his co-workers find out, they tease him mercilessly. Just when you think he has gathered up the strength to stand up for his woman, he falls prey to peer (societal) pressure. What makes it even worse, is that Helen, who had been very accepting of her own size throughout the play, becomes this pitiful fat girl who begs Tom to take her back. She even promises to get skinny for him. Why couldn't it have been a totally uncliched ending, and have Helen be angry and gutsy instead of weepy and begging.
Ugly.
Written as a dictionary of Dada players and principles, this book proclaims Dada as the triumphant art form of the twentieth century and beyond. Ideologies come and go, but Dada's revolutionary insolence has endured.The Posthuman Dada Guide speaks with credible authority about its subject, yet its language is poetic, polemic, and fictionalized. (The central conceit is a chess game between Tzara and Lenin that may or may not have actually occurred.) Like many self-help manuals, the book opens with direct advice to the reader: "This is a guide for instructing posthumans in living a Dada life. It is not advisable, nor was it ever, to lead a Dada life...because a Dada life will include by definition pranks, buffoonery, masking, deranged senses, intoxication, sabotage, taboo breaking, playing childish and/or dangerous games, waking up dead gods, and not taking education seriously." Slim and narrow as a tour guide, the book invites the reader to jump in and out. Codrescu, who is a frequent NPR commentator as well as a poet, novelist, and critic, succeeds in merging popular communication with scholarship. Closely tuned to the short duration of the posthuman attention span, he is a consummate entertainer, both at the podium and on the page.
As a first book, Southern Gods is an outstanding achievement. When I first read the outline for the story, involving music, noir, the deep south, and Lovecraftian horror, I had my doubts. I feared name dropping on the music end, and been-there, done-that, on the Horror end. Not so, at least not until the end. When it comes to Horror, Jacobs isn't doing anything new. Where he succeeds is with his craftsmanship. He spends a great deal of time developing character and establishing atmosphere, time, and place. This is foundational stuff for good Horror, and is rightly pointed out as being the reason for Stephen King's ongoing popularity. The fast coming music scene in the South (1951) is the launch pad for Jacobs' story, and it's introduction of Horror (here, it's truly Devil's music) is seamless. The main character, former Marine, and current muscle, is Bull Ingram (better pay your debts). He kind of reminds me a bit, at least physically, of a nicer version of Robert Mitchum's bad ass from Cape Fear. (Jacobs does a great job with his post war noir here, showing the sense of dislocation and overall meaninglessness of life for returning veterans.) Bull is sent on a seek-and-find mission by a slick, tough talking music producer (very well done). One of this producers payola guys has gone missing in Arkansas (bad shit happens in Arkansas). At the heart of this is the mysterious blues man, John Hastur, who is heard from time to time on an unpredictable pirate radio show. His music truly drives you mad. The search through freak-zone Arkansas is the best part of the book. Living dead, bad bars, black figures in the woods (very Hawthorne with that, and very effective). Note; My wife and I spent some time at school in Arkansas, and we really liked it. Wonderful people, some good friends. Paralleling Bull's search is the story of Sarah Williams, recently separated from her abusive husband. She returns home with her daughter to the Big House, which seemed a bit Gone With the Wind hokey to me, but it turns out to be a good setting for future horrors (evil books -- I love evil books). Nevertheless, Sarah's part of the story is somewhat less interesting, but eventually the two threads (Bull and Sarah's) intertwine (literally). It's at that point, about two thirds of the way through the novel, that the spell was broken. Events speeded up, chapters grew shorter, characters flattened out. Not closing the deal story-wise had me thinking about rating Southern Gods 3 stars, but the writing for most of this book is terrific, and Jacobs shows such promise, that 4 stars (for a first novel) seems appropriate. As a reviewer, I want you to read the book. I definitely want to read more from Jacobs. He has a bright future in Dark fiction.
An incredible work of historiography; Cohen approaches the same historical occurance from three different angels and shows how the historical methodology applied in each instance dramatically alters the analysis of the event.
I think this book was really good.