Mario Oliva Oliva itibaren Luzerne, PA 15433, Birleşik Devletler
Parlak (ve büyük olasılıkla "uyuşturucu katkısı" ...) zihninden garip yarım eşek karalamalar.
Birçoğunun bunu serideki en zayıflardan biri olarak bulması beni şaşırttı. Sonuncusundan çok daha çok hoşuma gitti, Heat Seeker, ki inanılmaz derecede kafa karıştırıcı buldum. Travis Caine ve eski sevgilisi Lilly, sahnelerini çok sıcak yapan bol miktarda kimyaya sahipti. Bunun ilişkilerine daha çok odaklanmasını sevdim. Gerilim komplosu, Lily'nin cinayet girişiminden ve sonraki kimlik değişikliğinden önce İngiliz kraliyet ailesi olarak geçmiş yaşamını içeriyor (Elite Ops dış çevresine katıldığında ve Travis ile tanıştığında). Elit Ops ile 6 yıl sonra eski dünyasını (ikinci bir cinayet girişiminden sonra amnezi ile) nasıl tekrar oynadığı iyi bir şekilde oynanır.
Bir arkadaşınızın intiharının ardından intihar ile uğraşmak, kendinizi suçlu hissettiğinizde özellikle zordur. Hikayenin anlatıldığı gibi, okuyucu ana karakterin arkadaşına gerçekten yardım edip etmediğini gerçekten bilmiyor. Zoe etrafındaki birçok insan için görünmezdir - çünkü kendini bu şekilde tutar. Sonunda güvenmeyi öğrenir ve ona yardım etmeye çalışan yetişkinlere ulaşır. 8. - 10. sınıf
The early stories are rich with imagination, but that probably goes without saying. You can see the starting point here, before he delved into more surreal territory.
All the way into graduate school I had been torn by ethical confusion. It started as a self-conscious problem at the very beginning of high school when a growing awareness of the realities of U.S. foreign policy caused me to doubt the secular faith in the goodness of America we'd been inculcated with in the public schools. Clearly, we were hurting people, millions of them, and much of our good fortune was predicated upon their misfortune. This awareness grew as I learned more and, sadly, continues to grow. There was a personal dimension to this dilemma as well. Starting at the age of ten when the family moved from the country to the suburbs of Chicago, I was not a happy kid. Out in the country I'd had lots of friends. In the new place, Park Ridge, I had none. The move had occurred in mid-year. The other kids were integrated to their fifth grade class. Indeed, they'd been, most of them, in the same school for five years already. My welcome consisted of being forced to fight with a complete stranger in the playground during recess, a reluctant endeavor which I lost in front of an audience of shouting classmates. Thereafter, I was a target of this kid and other bullies, a social condition which continued into the beginning of high school. Prior to the move I hadn't ever really thought about ethics. I'd just absorbed the values and norms of the broader society, starting, of course, with my own family. The unhappiness that extended from age ten to age fifteen made the matter of right behavior problematic, raising ethical issues to consciousness. I tried to be "good" but good things didn't follow. However, "bad" kids, the ones who hit me, seemed relatively popular and happy. They even had girlfriends. Thus the received knowledge of my upbringing was confounded. The wicked appeared to prosper while the good suffered. Unschooled in religion, I had nowhere to turn. The old truths, however, die hard. I never lost a sense of what was right and what wrong, I just started intellectually doubting these truths and my ethical sense. What if this strong sense of the distinction was no more than a matter of conditioning, of taste? My sympathy with underdogs may simply have been because I was one myself--a fact with no ethical implication. In the public sphere this self-doubt was raised again and again in political discourse. I was strongly opposed to the violent U.S. invasions of Laos, the Dominican Republic, Vietnam, Cuba. Most of the citizens of Park Ridge, Illinois, a very conservative town, either supported these actions or were indifferent to them. I also opposed racial segregation, another, more generally heated, ground for contention in our entirely white neighborhood. Indeed, I was even seen to have lunch with a flagrantly gay boy in the school cafeteria--this raising issues virtually beyond the pale of possible discussion. "Homos", like him, were taboo, persons to be shunned or, if dealt with at all, beaten. I was commonly adjudged to be a homo. With knowledge obtained through the media, books and the classroom, I was increasingly able to confound political opponents. I simply knew more than many of them. Besides, I was learning, through argument, debator's tricks and was getting better and better at worsting adversaries. In the meantime, as we all grew older, fighting became less cool than it had been. By high school it was becoming apparent that the bullies were troubled people. Except in gym class, intellectual accomplishments were more applauded than physical ones. Although the high school administration persecuted me for my politics, my teachers and the more bookish of my classmates generally approved of me. I was beginning to make some friends, albeit in a very adversarial enviroment. Given my antipathy towards violence and inequalities, my sympathy for underdogs and my interests in history and politics, Gandhi, once I became introduced to him, held a strong appeal. Here, right down the line, I found someone of world historical importance who challenged me from an angle others didn't. While most everyone I argued with (some of them even allies insofar as opposing imperialist aggression was concerned) supported violence, he was radically against it. While most everyone I argued with (again, even allies, as I had come to know some Black Panthers) saw vital distinctions obtaining between the races, he was a universalist. Futher, while my usual sphere of discourse was confined to the West, to Europe and North America and their traditions, he was a third-worlder, educated to my culture, but rooted in another. Gandhi did not solve my ethical dilemmas. He heightened them, offering as he did "my" position in starkest contrast to what I perceived as prevailing ills. Indeed, the search for an ethical ground continued for me well into graduate school and was only resolved upon becoming immersed in Kant. By the time I read Erikson's psychobiography of Gandhi I'd already read some of Gandhi and much other pacifist literature. What Erikson offered was a more well-rounded treatment of "the great man", a treatment which revealed his origins, weaknesses and flaws, a treatment which helped humanize him for me.