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There was once a man who, one night between the main course and the sweet at a dinner party, went upstairs and locked himself in one of the bedrooms of the house of the people who were giving the dinner party.
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Miles Garth goes to a dinner party in an upper middle class neighborhood in Greenwich. Somewhere between the main course and dessert he goes upstairs to a guest bedroom and locks himself in. Over the course of the next days and weeks he develops a cult following as people seek to solve the mystery of the guest who over-stayed his welcome. The story is told in four parts, first by the woman whose phone number is found in the cell phone Miles left downstairs, then by the man who’d accompanied him to the dinner party, thirdly by an elderly woman he visits each year on the anniversary of her daughter’s death and last by the girl who came to the dinner party with her parents. Each has had a small but significant relationship with Miles and their experiences shed some light on what might have happened. But whether or not the reader fully comes to understand the circumstances of Miles’s confinement, there is much to understand about the way the world works through this story. It is a smart commentary on race, class, and the incomplete relationships we form with one another. Added to this, Smith is clearly a word-lover and her language was a pleasure to read. Whether it was the precocious puns of an 11-year-old girl or the rhymes of the voice in a grown man’s head, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Miss Perspicacia Tick sat in what little shelter a raggedy hedge could give her and explored the universe. She didn’t notice the rain. Witches dried out quickly.
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When Tiffany’s baby brother is taken by the Queen of the fairies she prepares a rescue armed with a skillet and the company of the Nac Mac Feegle, a bellicose race of blue fairies who have a lust for life and strong drink. Terry Pratchett offers up a novel loaded with humour, social commentary, and a strong (and interesting) female protagonist who turns out to be a witch. One in a solid series (five books so far) that sees Tiffany mature and have other harrowing, hilarious encounters with the denizens of Disc World.
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I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. First I visited my wife’s grave. Then I joined the army.
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In Old Man’s War, we learn that Earth has a surplus of senior citizens and a shortage of soldiers to fight all the hostile alien races trying to chase us out of space and back to our own ball of mud. The solution that the Colonial Defense Force (CDF) has come up with is to convince aging Earthers to join the army. Their minds are transferred to new bodies pumped full of genetic enhancements and handy technology, and they are sent off to war. Scalzi takes us along with recruit John Perry as he leaves everything he knows behind to fight the CDF’s wars; going through basic training, fighting his first battles, and even a little romance. The author has admitted to playing on the pattern laid down by Robert Heinlein, but he managed to go beyond that inspiration to develop a new space opera universe where he has set multiple bestselling novels. This is a story that packs a lot of action and excitement, but also manages to subtly explore issues of aging, loss, humanity and the futility of war.
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Winston Churchill warned publicly in 1901: “The wars of people will be more terrible than those of kings.”
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The Nineteenth Century had been the greatest era of human progress in history: the near-worldwide abolition of slavery and serfdom, the advancement of liberal democracy in Europe and America, the invention of steamships and railways, the beginning of modern medicine. As the Twentieth Century opened, most of the world’s leaders felt sure that progress in the lives of ordinary people could only continue. And for many it did. Yet for others – perhaps for half the world – life descended into unimaginable wars, tyrannies, and mass murders. How that happened, how the Twentieth Century was at once both a fulfillment of moral and material progress for some and an absolute catastrophe for others, is the subject of this book. Martin Gilbert is a professor at Oxford and the world’s greatest student of modern political history. Throughout the book, he tries to select key events that drove progress and failure. Of course, in some sense the question he poses in unanswerable by any single book, but you come away with at least an idea what went right and what went wrong, and what we can do to make the Twenty First Century better. This is a gigantic work, three volumes totaling some 3,000 pages, but since each chapter covers exactly one year, it is easy to choose the parts that interest you the most.
Check the BPL catalog for this title: A History of the Twentieth Century
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“Why did you come to Gorazde?”
“Why? Because you are still here, not raped and scattered, not entangled in the limbs of thousands of others at the bottom of a pit. Because Gorazde had lived.”
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Joe Sacco’s explanation for why he came to Gorazde, one of the UN-declared “safe areas” in Bosnia, which I quote above, flutters down the page in small rectangles of text across a two-page drawing of life going on – two men and an elderly woman chop firewood, a group of boys circle a soccer ball, two young women wearing knapsacks amble past tight hay mounds, while above the people small apartment blocks bear pockmarks from shrapnel and bullets. Joe Sacco started doing comics in the 80s, crafting wild tales of indie rock bands. He reinvented himself as a war correspondent, starting with a series on the intifada in Palestine. Sacco’s informants in Gorazde often seem as baffled as anyone as to how their home became a battleground. Many remember strong friendships that crumbled when ethnic lines became sharpened and uncrossable. Visual detail is often striking, from the weary faces to burnt-out cars in the street. On one page Sacco draws a series of ad hoc water wheels tethered beneath a bridge. “They were fashioned out of wood, barrels, parts of cars, bits of washing machines … Electric wire brought a modest current to a small percentage of Gorazde’s homes.” A portrait of war emerges from many stories, some modest, some harrowing, some merely eccentric. Whether the stories add up to an explanation for the killing, it’s tough to say. But there we go, trying to make sense out of it all.
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September is like a quiet day after a whole week of wind. I mean real wind that blows dirt into your eyes and hair and between your teeth and roars in your ears after you’ve gone inside.
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This is the story of a year and a half in the life of a young woman named Ellen Webb. Her father is from a substantial New England family and her mother a poor peasant from rural Russia. They met during World War I when her father was stationed in Russia then wounded and nursed back to health by the young woman with whom he falls in love. When he brought his bride home she was not accepted by his traditional New England family. So the young couple bought a ranch in eastern Montana where they are both accepted. Together they established a dry land wheat farm and adjust to the cycle of good and bad years.
Ellen grows up an only child. When it is time for her to go to college they have a full crop and prices are good so they can send Ellen to college. She goes off to college in Minnesota, meets a young man from Vermont and they become engaged. When she brings him home to the meet her family he is shocked by the isolation and the foreignness of her mother and he breaks off the engagement. When the next year’s crop is bad and there is no money for Ellen to go back to college, she takes a job teaching in a one room school house. There she experiences tragedy and misunderstanding. When she returns home she learns to love the beauty and isolation of the high plains and to be proud of her heritage.
This is not a new book, having first been published in 1944 and then reissued in 1992 by the University of Nebraska Press. But it doesn’t matter how old the book it. It is a timeless story about dealing with people and difficult circumstances.
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Mrs. Klapper shifted impatiently beside him.
“Rebeck, pardon an old woman, but are you laying an egg?”
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I first discovered this book as a teenager obsessed with cemeteries- I loved the way cemeteries are a microcosm of their city/country, the myriad stories behind each stone, the melancholic romance and slight morbidity. I found that Peter Beagle loved cemeteries as much as I did, and gobbled down this first novel by our finest living fantasy writer, in which two ghosts fall in love in a cemetery while drifting toward the great forgetting of their mortal lives. It’s always dangerous to love a book so much as an impressionable teen- one’s memories sometimes don’t live up to present day tastes- but I’ve reread this title at least 3 times as an adult, in different decades, and find my fondness for it does not diminish. Laura and Michael are the two ghosts, one ready to leave behind all memories of earthly life and the other constantly grasping for those memories. Their non-ghostly friend Jonathan Rebeck is a gentle soul and failed pharmacist, who lives in a mausoleum and serves as a sort of guide and company for those on their way out of one world and into the next. Mr. Rebeck has a faithful companion in a talking raven who brings him food and news of the world and his life is fairly stable, until he meets the widowed Mrs. Klapper, and feels the siren call of the living. Beagle’s writing is imaginative, lyrical and richly creative. He combines wry humor and aching pathos, without ever becoming sentimental. Many people know Mr. Beagle for his second novel, The Last Unicorn, which deserves its own entry. It’s time to discover (or rediscover) his first novel, written when he was 19.
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Everyone my age remembers where they were and what they were doing when they first heard about the contest. I was sitting in my hideout watching cartoons when the news bulletin broke in on my video feed, announcing that James Halliday had died during the night.
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Get ready to get your nerd on! In particular get ready to get your 1980s pop culture, comic book, gaming nerd on. In Ready Player One Cline has given readers of a certain age (mid-30s to mid-40s) a completely satisfying, indulgent piece of nostalgia that is really fun to read. Here’s the premise. In a future time, the real world is suffering crippling energy crises and mass poverty. But the simulated world of the OASIS has evolved to be fully immersive and for many has become an alternative to living in the real world. When the creator of the OASIS dies without heirs, he designs a game to be completed in the OASIS and the winner will inherit everything. They stand not only to become wealthy beyond imagining, but the future of the OASIS will be in their hands. The nostalgia comes in because the game is based on challenges and riddles that revolve around the 1980s. Family Ties, D&D, Blade Runner, PacMan, and literally hundreds of other pop culture references are made. But there is more to the book than just these juicy tidbits. The underlying story is about the competition between independent players like the protagonist Wade and the corporate behemoths lining up resources to defeat them. And as much as it’s a David and Goliath story, it is also a story about the distinctions between living in the real and the virtual world. What do relationships, successes, and safety mean in the OASIS and how do they compare with the physical places you eat and sleep? These are real questions for me, and the topics of many discussions I have with others of my generation. This book was a really fun addition to the conversation.
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Already substantially invested in North Africa, the French created a national commission to study the possibilities, setting in motion a fine example of debacle by committee.
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This book is about a colonel in the French military who in 1881 was completely consumed with his love for 2 things: 1. His love and desire for fame, which to his dismay had eluded him his entire life. 2. His love of the Sahara desert.
To pursue them both, he brushed aside all good advice and agreed with one lone crier who said that all would be well if he trekked across the Sahara to the famed city of Timbuktu. His backers saw nothing but gold when they thought of that illustrious city. Colonel Flatters and over 80 of the 96 men who left Algiers with him on the first French expedition to cross the Sahara desert, all perished. As we used to say in East Oakland, “THEY GOT WHOOPED”. The few starved, dehydrated and injured stragglers who staggered into a French owned settlement called Wargla less than a year later would never be the same. They reported a horror story from which they barely escaped with their lives. Their statements along with Flatter’s letters to his wife and military records of the failed expedition became the basis for this book. The great morals of this book are things we already know. Number 1:Don’t be a greedy fool! Number 2: Bloom where you’re planted. Ask yourself, “Do you really need the desert….Does it really need you?” Number 3: There’s a reason why they call it GOOD advice! As the author notes, Colonel Flatters did finally achieve the fame that he always wanted, but only for the completely unnecessary and foolish way in which he died. The author indicates that Flatters saw the danger and walked right into it. I found this book to be an excellent follow up to Skeleton’s on the Sahara and Death Raft which describes further blunders of the 19th century French Military.
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Perspective. I need to get perspective. It’s not an earthquake or a crazed gunman or a nuclear meltdown, is it? On the scale of disasters, this is not huge. Not huge. One day I expect I’ll look back at this moment and laugh and think, Ha-ha, how silly I was to worry—
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Poppy Wyatt feels like the luckiest girl in the world, about to marry a gorgeous man and celebrating her engagement at a hotel with all her friends. But when she loses her expensive heirloom engagement ring and her phone on the same day, she panics. Salvation appears in the form of a cell phone she finds in a trash bin, and under the age-old rule of “finders keepers” she takes possession, giving the number to the hotel staff who are looking for her ring, as well as to all her friends. The trouble is the phone used to belong to the personal assistant of businessman Sam Roxton and he not only wants it back, he really wants Poppy to stop reading his personal texts and emails. Kinsella has a great ear for dialogue and character and her comic timing helps carry the reader over any of the more wacky plot points. The frothy premise works, thanks mostly to loveable Poppy who struggles with self-esteem issues but remains plucky and adorable.
Check the BPL catalog for this title: I’ve Got Your Number