While shooting A Great Ride in 2014, Craig found an 80-something year-old Gearhart living alone with her dog on a ramshackle rural property that was once the women’s colony Women’s Land. Deborah Craig, 2018), a short doc about radical, queer women’s experiences of aging that showed in SDFF 20. SDFF audiences may remember her as the sharp-witted, spirited woman who steals the show in A Great Ride (Dir. Northern California lesbian luminary, author, activist and scholar, Sally Gearhart, passed away on July 14 at the age of 90. –Sally Miller Gearhart, Small Town Girl Gets Bigger “More and more frequently I bless the people that others have called my ‘enemy’ or ‘unacceptable’ or ‘crazy,’ for it is the presence of such people in my life that has whetted my hunger for diversity and led me to the knowledge that, in the end as in the beginning, Love is the universal truth lying at the heart of all creation.
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With some notable guest appearances from Layla's expanded Whiskeyverse, this book also meets fan expectations for favourite characters in cameo roles.īut, at the heart of it, as they have been since the off, are Marsh and Levi, two consummate professionals who are driven by their desire to see the baddies behind bars and crimes answered for. Layla never ceases to surprise me with the twists and lengths her plots will take to produce something that's not only an adrenalin-rush encounter, but which is also grounded in time and place to give a gravitas to the proceedings and an outcome that makes you go how didn't I see that coming! Now that's how you wrap up a three book story arc in style! This swoony, single dad, marriage of convenience romance matches two mature, competent men and delivers the happily-ever-after they both so deeply deserve. King Hunt is the final book of the Perfect Play trilogy and should be read after Dead Draw and Bad Bishop. They’ll have to make all the right moves and lure their enemies to their side of the board where they have the advantage.īut winning may cost them everything-their careers, their lives, and the love that’s become the center of their world. What began as a marriage of convenience is now the rock Marsh and Levi cling to as they enter the endgame. Start living the happily-ever-after the rings on their fingers promise. Sacrifices will be required to win the game. They control the most dangerous pieces on the board. (“A model of industry,” Crocker says of Ling to a pair of Siamese twins. The first, set in the mid-19th century, focuses on Ling, whose fastidious and imperturbably dogged performance as manservant to rail magnate Charles Crocker inspires "Mister Charley" to consider hiring a vast workforce of Chinese immigrants to help lay down tracks for the first transcontinental railroad. You could, if you wished, refer to this blend of historically inspired narratives as The Birth of a Chinese-American Nation, as Davies ( The Welsh Girl, 2007, etc.) encompasses whole eras of history, transition, and even consciousness in the four stories that make up this novel. A four-part suite of astute, lyrical, and often poignant stories poses incisive questions about what changes-and what does not-when people from another culture become Americans. My Review: As tough as it is to sit in my air-conditioned room, with my instant access to hot and cold clean running water, my lush supply of food and think of the horrors to come for all those I'll leave behind in a decade or so, I am not required (yet) to decide if someone should live or die.Īnd that is the new standard I'll measure my irks and crotchets against: Did I have to decide whether someone else lived the rest of this day? No? Well then, belt up. I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA EDELWEISS+. From the Caves presents the past, present, and future in tandem, reshaping ancient and modern ideas of death and motherhood, grief and hope, endings and beginnings. As the devastating heat of summer grows, so does the poison in Teller's injured leg and the danger of Tie's imminent labor, food and water dwindling while the future becomes increasingly dependent on the words Sky gleans from the dead, stories pieced together from recycled knowledge, fragmented histories, and half-buried creation myths. The Publisher Says: Environmental catastrophe has driven four people inside the dark throat of a cave: Sky, a child coming of age Tie, pregnant and grieving Mark, a young man poised to assume primacy and Teller, an elder, holder of stories. Kuuntelin Westin tuoreemman kirjan The Witches are Coming äänikirjana aiemmin tänä vuonna ja arvioin sen kahdella tähdellä ja arviolla "Mielenkiintoisista aiheista huolimatta en aivan tempautunut mukaan tähän." Tämän aiemman omaelämäkerrallisia esseitä sisältävän kirjan kohdalla vastaavaa ongelmaa ei ollut. Shrill provocatively dissects what it means to become self-aware the hard way, to go from wanting to be silent and invisible to earning a living defending the silenced in all caps. With inimitable good humor, vulnerability, and boundless charm, Lindy boldly shares how to survive in a world where not all stories are created equal and not all bodies are treated with equal respect, and how to weather hatred, loneliness, harassment, and loss-and walk away laughing. Coming of age in a culture that demands women be as small, quiet, and compliant as possible-like a porcelain dove that will also have sex with you-writer and humorist Lindy West quickly discovered that she was anything but.įrom a painfully shy childhood in which she tried, unsuccessfully, to hide her big body and even bigger opinions to her public war with stand-up comedians over rape jokes to her struggle to convince herself, and then the world, that fat people have value to her accidental activism and never-ending battle royale with Internet trolls, Lindy narrates her life with a blend of humor and pathos that manages to make a trip to the abortion clinic funny and wring tears out of a story about diarrhea. ‘ So I’m telling a younger friend of mine about a strange incident that took place back when I was eighteen.’Īfter the first story, Cream, I wasn’t sure. Several stories in the book were also previously published in English in The New Yorker and Granta. The other seven stories in the book were first published in the literary magazine Bungakukai between summer 2018 and winter 2020. Having read and enjoyed his longer fiction ( 1q84, Kafka on the Shore, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage) and his non-fiction ( What I Talk About When I Talk About Running) I wasn’t sure how he could condense the magic, the mystery and the Murakami weirdness into a shorter format successfully.Īll but one of the eight stories in this collection have been published elsewhere at different times. First Person Singular has been my first foray into Murakami as a writer of short stories. I let the dog out of her kennel and put a cup of kibble in her bowl. The umber quarry tiles in the kitchen were a bad choice they are always cold. The coffeemaker comes on in the kitchen below as I leave the bathroom, go downstairs in bare feet, pause to put away a pair of boots left splayed in the downstairs back hallway and to lift the newspaper from the back step. My robe lies at the foot of the bed, printed cotton in the summer, tufted chenille for the cold. My husband stirs briefly next to me, turns over, blinks, and falls back to sleep for another hour. This is my life: The alarm goes off at five-thirty with the murmuring of a public-radio announcer, telling me that there has been a coup in Chad, a tornado in Texas. The question remains – will Dawn and her family make it to Melbourne to finally put Tom to rest? And how will everyone react when they find out who the mystery arsonist is. And all these fires are burning local banks and supermarkets. Especially when more mysterious fires occur along their journey, in every town they stop in. While this doesn’t stop their procession, it does add another level of mystery to the story. However, the night before their journey can even begin, the local bank burns down… A horse and cart with signs painted on the sides, proclaiming statements like ‘Your Low Milk Prices Killed My Dad’. Now their Australian-to-the-core small town, and especially Jack, Jenny and Dawn are at the heart of a media storm as Dawn makes the decision to take Tom’s body to Melbourne for his funeral. With drought forcing many farms to close, and supermarkets upping prices, dairy farmer Tom Murray – the twins’ father – has always said that he’d rather sell off his herd and burn down his own house than hand it over to the bank! But when he accidentally dies in the process, his wife Dawn realises she can make his death mean something, both to their community, and to the wider Australian public. Jack and Jenny Murray are 13-year-old twins living in outback Victoria with their family and close-knit country community. The winner of the inaugural Banjo Prize, Taking Tom Murray Home is a funny, moving, bittersweet Australian story of fires, families and the restorative power of community. Through 1932 the photographer signed his work as “Ansel Easton Adams.” Then in 1933 he shortened his name to “Ansel E. Adams’s photographs can be dated by his changing use of his name. In his autobiography, the photographer recorded that when he understood the enormity of his uncle’s alleged misdeeds, he stopped using the Easton name. The friendship was mixed with business, and at some point in time the photographer’s father felt he was double-crossed by his brother-in-law Ansel M. However, the couples’ friendship was not to endure. When Olive Adams gave birth to the Adamses’ only son in 1902, they named him Ansel Easton Adams, after the baby’s uncle by marriage. The two couples-Ansel and Louise and Charles and Olive-were great friends. Easton was the former Louise Adams and her brother Charles was the famous photographer’s father. Ansel Adams (1902-1984) stopped using his middle name “Easton” after he was told his uncle mistreated his father in a business deal.Īnsel Easton Adams, one of America’s most famous photographers, is related by marriage to the Easton family, after whom he was named. Then she had us walk as a group toward the corner of the room that was rising. Line up and hold hands, she said, and we did as we were told. That was when Aunt Seneva told us to clasp hands. This storm was actually pulling the house toward the sky. And then, a corner of the room started lifting up. The wood plank flooring beneath us began to bend. Even Aunt Seneva was scared.Īnd then it got worse. The wind was howling now, and the house was starting to shake. All of the shouting and laughter that had been going on earlier, outside, had stopped. Her house was not the biggest place around, and it seemed even smaller with so many children squeezed inside. John Lewis.Īunt Seneva was the only adult around, and as the sky blackened and the wind grew stronger, she herded us all inside. I’m going to tell the story from his perspective, so it’s like he is talking. A kind of storm that made him very afraid. Lewis tells about a time, when he was playing outside his Aunt Seneva’s house with about fourteen other children, when a storm-a BIG storm-arrived. This was LONG before the pandemic, so people could play together and hang out together. There were many children in the neighborhood and they would play together. John Lewis grew up in a large family and he would spend time with his aunts or uncles, with his siblings and cousins. |