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See the grace of a Greyhound, the playful mentality of a Jack Russell, the sleek elegance of a Doberman, and more, as well as Deborah Samuel's own studio notes. I can't wait to get her next book, "Pup." Don't miss this one--if you love dogs, you'll be enchanted with this.
"Dog" is a leap forward, into a whole new realm of photography, not only for Samuel, but any photographer! Not dogs dressed up in costumes. No. Dogs being themselves, as if they were alone and no one was watching.
It is amazing how she has managed to capture the personality of each breed!
If you , or anyone you know loves dogs, this book is a must!
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I found it easy to understand... Well, as easy as any soap opera. It would probably help to memorize a few key names. Charles Stuart is the 'King.' James Stuart is 'Duke of York'. They are brothers driven from England by populist radicals who executed their father. After 15 years of exile, the brothers are restored to kingdom. This version of Pepys' Diary starts with monarchies restoration. It ends when Pepys' eyesight becomes so weak, he can no longer encode his comments, about 10 years later.
Pepys' has many amazing eye witness comments. At the execution of a regicide via the public torture known as 'drawing and quartering,' Pepys remarks 'Major General Harrison looked about as cheerful as a man could be in that situation.' When Pepys stays up all night worrying about Parliamentary charges of stealing public funds, his fears of 'losing his head' take on a deeper meaning than slang comments like 'losing my head' imply today.
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While the tone is authentic and detailed, there are a few editorial lapses that knock the book down from 5 stars for me. For example, in one paragraph Stavisky states that Enterprise had been sunk a year earlier (which of course it had not been) and in another, states that Chesty Puller led the Marines into Korea in "1955". Presumably, he means actually during the Korean War, which ended in 1953. While these type of errors do not disqualify the book, they disfigure it and make one wonder what else the author has wrong.
Recommended with this reservation.
This is an Excellent book, I recommend it to anyone interested in the War in the Pacific. Savisky does a Great job of telling his personal accounts during his tour. Starts off with basic training and goes through most of the Solomon Islands to Hollandia.
One of the things that I liked the best was when he would tell about a story or an account of certain patrols, he would name most of the men and their hometown. Kind of neat to find one in your own state, or even a town close to you.
Stavisky did every thing that the Marines did, all the hardships, struggles and pain that they when through.
This is one of those books that is hard to put down once you start. I always said just a few more pages and then it turn into chapters.
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Throughout his long artistic life Beckett had more than his share of blustering critics and disparagers. Yet it was always a matter of assailing Beckett's supposed 'view of life', even with an occaisional embarrassingly small-minded questioning of his 'sanity', and there has never been, and can not be, a substantial and coherent assault upon his artistic ability. It is appalling that there are professional people (and lay) so perverse and petty as to resent a man's artistic genius simply because they feel an aversion to his personal vision. But no matter, Beckett has a substantial body of serious readers whose devotion he has earned, for no artist has struggled more bravely and honestly with his craft.
Though I can read French and have read several of Beckett's works in that language, it is not my native language so I will not presume to assess Beckett's standing as a writer of French literature (though Fin De Partie is unquestionable great writing), but I will put forth the view that Beckett is the greatest English language writer of his generation. Even if he had only written the works reaching from MURPHY (1938) to HOW IT IS (1964)which fall into two basic groups with WATT as a dividing line, he would still have no real peers in international English literature in his time, but the fact that he went on from there to create a third group of works which culminates in the three 'novels' that comprise NOHOW ON is amazing and moves him far out of the reach of any other literary artist of his time or after. It is a simple fact that no one writing today can approach Beckett's artistic standard. He was a genius and more, he was an artist of rare devotion and integrity.
One does not need to be familiar with the long span of Beckett's work to perceive the greatness of COMPANY, ILL SEEN ILL SAID, or WORSTWARD HO, but their greatness seems only deepened by the knowledge that they are preceeded by greatness (WATT, MOLLOY, ENDGAME...). Still I would suggest that if you like NOHOW ON and you are not familiar with Beckett's earlier work that you become so because it will only increase your appreciation of Beckett's extraordinary artistic depth.
Finally, I for one would like to say that few things in my life have moved me as much as Beckett's courageous turning away from an art of 'general truths' and so sensitively and deeply exploring the difficult and often painful mysteries of actual human experience. Beckett taught me that art is a genuine vocation as deep and demanding as any in the world, and more so than most.
Thank you, Sam Beckett.
"Company" is the union and fulfillment of two of Beckett's recurrent themes - autobiography and "closed place" imagery. Its prose is spare and lyrical, evoking powerful images while its narrative style explores the ambiguities of the relationship between narrator and auditor.
"Ill Seen Ill Said" is a beautiful narrative which is singular among Beckett's prose works in having a female narrator. Its expanded, yet still abstracted and "distilled", cosmology (in comparison to the "closed place" works of the '60s and '70s) represnts an interesting new direction (or destination?) for Beckett's writing. Originally written in French, this work's poetry is best appreciated in that language.
"Worstward Ho" is, I believe, Beckett's masterpiece. It recapitulates all the major themes of his work - the futility of the act of expression, the poverty of language and the problematic dichotomies of perceived and perceiver and of narrator and auditor. It is written in the barest, most stripped-down prose ever composed. At the same time, it is repetitive and resonant. Less than five thousand words long, it compresses volumes of meaning. The more reduced and undetermined the language is, the more potential meanings and significations its words take on. The attempt to pare and refine leads to an ambiguity which grows and dilutes - a paradox Beckett uses with mastery. Despite appearances, the work's structure is as intentionally articulated as its prose. It is also a work of great and black humor, full of punning and wordplay. It should be savored and read and reread.
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As indicated in the introduction, the choice of title for this book is deliberately evocative of Orwell's nightmare vision of that year, both as an indication of where Orwell got it right and where the real world has completely diverged from that vision. Within these letters, Delany shows just how completely draconian and life-meddling the IRS can be, as he finds himself without heat, trying to type with mittened fingers, scavenging cans from the street to get enough money to put food on the table for a day, trying to set his schedule to still provide a nice home for his daughter, where he must have someone else cash his royalty checks so he at least has some money the IRS doesn't immediately grab. And just as nightmarish are his problems with getting his works published, galleys corrected, artwork commissioned and delivered, all under a cloud of mis-information, missed publisher and printer dates, payment contracts that almost amount to slave labor, a phantasmagoric depiction of the Byzantine world of publishing.
On the opposite side of the coin, we see a man who has the freedom to choose a life style that the Ministry of Love would never condone, who can freely publish ideas about politics, sex, and writing that the Ministry of Information would have certainly censored. Delany's ideas in these areas are certainly insightful and he articulates his positions well, even if you don't agree with his conclusions. Some of the material here may not be everyone's taste, as he is occasionally extremely graphic in his depictions of various sexual encounters, but this material shows a Delany who is comfortable with who he is.
About my only real complaint is that we don't get to see the other side of these letters, that we only hear one side of the conversation. And sometimes it is obvious that that other side would be very interesting to be able to read. And a couple of quibbles: there are often references to people obviously known to both correspondents, but who is a complete unknown to the reader (some of these are footnoted as to who they are, but far from all), and, as letters, these works are lacking in the often poetic sense of language that Delany displays in his fictional works. But overall, these letters provide a fascinating look at a fascinating, brilliant, poetic, and sometimes very human person.
But it's not all postmodern fun. Beyond ever-present domestic difficulties-Delany's ongoing battle with severe dyslexia, wranglings with his ex-wife Marilyn over their daughter Iva, and problems with the chronic anxiety of his live-in, Frank-over the course of the year, the Delany household slides into an ever-deepening financial crisis that eventually finds Samuel and Frank scouring the streets for change, and reaches its emotional nadir with Delany's desperate letter to Camilla Decarnin.
But beyond the precincts of this private crisis there is a much larger crisis developing, a political crisis involving ideology, propaganda, censorship and repression of a sort that we might well call Orwellian ...
New York City in 1984 ...?
Read the rest of Ken James's introduction and the letters themselves for the rest of the story.
Away from the heat of these sexual excursions, Delany experienced trouble with the taxman during the period in question and the acute frustration he felt in trying to live life with no money to hand, despite having had much success with his novels and academic work, is obvious -- it's hard to imagine just how demoralising it was, but his description of winter in an unheated New York apartment, bundled up in jumpers, jackets and gloves to ward off the biting cold, tapping away at a word processor at 4am trying to finish a final draft of this or that book or article in order to earn some money, only to have it immediately snatched away by the IRS -- this I found particularly poignant. He also writes copiously about the difficulties of getting his then-current projects into print -- fascinating for anyone who has ever wondered what's really involved in getting a book into the shops.
On the positive side though, Delany writes with obvious love and affection about his (then ten-year-old) daughter Iva, product of a well-intentioned but failed marriage; he touches here and there on the deeper aspects of his relationship with Frank, his live-in partner (but I get the feeling much of it is kept private, even from his closest correspondents); his descriptions of the occasional high-flying Manhattan parties and soirees to which he's invited are positively "Dhalgrenesque", teetering on the edge of absurdity; and he writes about the sci-fi conventions he attends (often reluctantly) with deft insight into the natures of the characters involved.
There are references to Dhalgren and the real-life people and places behind some of the characters and locations, and some discussion about the many corrections that have been incorporated into the various reprints over the years; there are several academic discourses about books, music, writers, films and plays that, frankly, went over my head -- but there's enough accessible stuff here to keep an average reader like me absolutely enthralled.
We're now over fifteen years since these letters were written; I can only hope that life for this extremely gifted writer and -- well, a really nice guy, I reckon -- has improved immeasurably (especially financially) since then, because I feel he certainly deserves to have reaped the rewards of what has apparently been a career fraught with difficulties. Delany has provided me with many exquisitely crafted stories to read over the years; 1984 now takes pride of place alongside the other Delany masterpieces on my bookshelf. I only hope there's been enough public interest in this volume to warrant publishing some more of his correspondence. Personally, I can't wait.
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Although this book would be fantastic with only its compelling story line and breathtaking adventure, it is enriched by a profound and universal philosophy that questions and defines such concepts as love, friendship, racism, and religion. Captain from Castile is an inspiring and enthralling novel that I would equally recommend as an adventure, a romance, a historical and cultural depiction, or a deeper, almost philosophical piece. I found it a book that was hard to put down, yet so absorbing that when I reached the final page, I wished that the book was longer so that I might remain in the story a few moments longer.
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Milarepa is highlighted as an example of how anyone can achieve enlightenment through hard work and perserverance despite his or her past. He shows us that we can all transform our hearts.
Milarepa is interested in practice and real work in the phenomenal world, even as he abandons the imperatives of that world order. Meher Baba asserted that Milarepa had attained the highest state of consciousness (or being, if you prefer) possible for one in human form to attain. Milarepa is important. His teaching style and emphasis on nondualism bears useful comparison to Sri Ramakrishna (see The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna) and Meher Baba (see God Speaks).
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Do you want to know about episiotomy (an incision made in the perineum between the vagina and the anus) and if and when it is a good thing? Here's the place to find out. And what about electronic monitoring of the fetus during labour? Sounds like a good thing, right? That's what our intuitions tell us - but what are the empirical facts about its use? This book gives you the evidence. Do you want to know exactly what is happening inside your body during conception, pregnancy, labour, delivery and breast-feeding? This book gives you the physiological details, not just vague, general descriptions.
Doctors, although well-meaning, are not necessarily being rationally guided by the scientific evidence when they perform episiotomies or c-sections and so on. So, in order to have the best chances of having the kind of birth you want, you have to find out the evidence for yourself - and this book helps you to do that. It is, of course, no replacement for a knowledgeable, helpful, sympathetic midwife or doctor (who can answer very specific questions that you have at 3am!) but it is an excellent supplement to their advice.