An officer by the name of Jilin served in the army in the Caucasus. One day he received a letter from home. It was from his mother, who wrote, 'I am getting old now, and I want to see my beloved son before I die. Come and say good-bye to me, and when you have buried me, with God’s grace, you can return to the Army. I have found a nice girl for you to marry; she is clever and pretty, and has some property of her own. If you like her perhaps you will marry and settle down for good.'

It once occurred to a King that if he knew the right moment when to begin on any work and the right kind of people to have or not to have dealings with and the thing to do that was more important than any other thing, he would always be successful. And he proclaimed throughout his kingdom that he would give a great reward to any one who could tell him what was the right moment for any action, and who were the most essential of all people, and what was the most essential thing of all to do.

The book is unusually divided into four seasons instead of chapters and represents a semi-fictional autobiographical work by George Gissing in which the author casts himself as the editor of the diary of a deceased acquaintance, selecting essays for posthumous publication. Observing how suitable many of the reflections were to the month with which they were dated.

Youth is the third novel in Leo Tolstoy's autobiographical trilogy, following Childhood and Boyhood. Tolstoy wrote his first novel in the trilogy at the age of twenty three.

Father Brown is a short, stumpy Roman Catholic Church priest, formerly of Cobhole in Essex, and now working in London, with shapeless clothes and a large umbrella, and an uncanny insight into human evil.

The dreary succession of randomly selected Kings of England is broken up when Auberon Quin, who cares for nothing but a good joke, is chosen. To amuse himself, he institutes elaborate costumes for the provosts of the districts of London. All are bored by the King's antics except for one earnest young man who takes the cry for regional pride seriously – Adam Wayne, the eponymous Napoleon of Notting Hill.

Gabriel Syme is recruited at Scotland Yard to a secret anti-anarchist police corps. Lucian Gregory, an anarchistic poet, lives in the suburb of Saffron Park. Syme meets him at a party and they debate the meaning of poetry. Gregory argues revolt is the basis of poetry. Syme demurs, insisting the essence of poetry is not revolution, but rather law. He antagonizes Gregory by asserting the most poetical of human creations is the timetable for the London Underground.

Jack Minot and Janey Pecq are best friends who live next door to each other. They are always seen together, so Janey gets the nickname of Jill, to mimic the old rhyme. The two do go up a hill one winter day— and then suffer a terrible accident. Seriously injured in a sledding accident, they recover from their physical injuries, while learning life lessons along with their many friends. They are helped along their journey to recovery by various activities created by their mothers.

The story follows a young man named Dayne mirroring author's own life experiences in bohemian art scene of emerging Parisian impressionism. These true confessions are often described as the most significant documents of the passionate revolt of English literature against the Victorian tradition. It is in a sense the history of an epoch. It represents one of the great discoveries of English literature —the discovery of human nature.

Cartea Autori ?i opere reune?te prefe?e, postfe?e, studii introductive ori de sine st?t?toare elaborate de-a lungul mai multor decenii de profesorul Ion Iano?i, rev?zute ?i ?mbun?t??ite pentru actuala edi?ie. Lucrarea ?nsumeaz? trei volume, cu subtitlurile: Culturi occidentale, Cultura rus?, Cultura rom?n?. Volumul I, Culturi occidentale, cuprinde 15 studii, organizate ?n trei par?i. Partea 1 trateaz? ?ase scriitori clasici ?i importante opere ale lor, majoritar rom?ne ale secolului XX. Partea a 2-a analizeaz? tot ?ase scrieri distincte apar?in?nd unor g?nditori ilu?tri din veacurile XIX ?i XX. Partea a 3-a prezint? opera de ansamblu a c?torva filosofi. Printre autorii discuta?i ?i amintim pe Italo Svevo, Franz Kafka, Robert Musil; Heinrich Heine, Friedrich Nietzsche, Martin Heidegger: dup? cum se vede, ?n majoritatea lor de limb? german?. Volumele Autori ?i opere ?ntregesc monografiile profesorului Ion Iano?i, prima – pe cele despre Thomas Mann ?i Hegel, cea de a doua – despre Dostoievski ?i Tolstoi, cea de a treia – despre Constantin Noica. Astfel, ele ?mplinesc preocup?ri de o via?? cu privire la figuri tutelare din literatura ?i filosofia german?, rus? ?i rom?neasc?, din ultimele secole.

Volumul de eseuri Melancolii portugheze radiografiaz? c?teva dintre v?rstele literaturii portugheze. Secven?ele alese ?i au ca protagoni?ti pe Luis de Camoes, Mariana Alcoforado, Fernando Pessoa, José Saramago ?i Antonio Lobo Antunes. De la ardoarea baroc? la melancolie, de la ie?iri patetice la replieri nostalgice, traseul puncteaz? treptele ?i centrii de tensiune ai unui tip de sensibilitate aparte, ?ntors, dup? expresia lui Camoes, ?cu spatele la p?m?nt ?i fa?a spre mare“. Demersul nu va fi str?in de procedeele, artificiile ?i ?ntregul arsenal al criti-fic?iunii.

Volum nominalizat la sec?iunea ?Critic?. Istorie ?i Teorie Literar?“ – Premiile ?Observator cultural“, edi?ia a VI-a, 2012 Lucrarea de fa?? pleac? de la ideea c?, odat? cu sf?r?itul anilor ‘60/?nceputul anilor ‘70, se configureaz?, ?n context rom?nesc, o mi?care poetic? cu caracter experimentalist, care se ?ndep?rteaz? de paradigmele modernismului, urm?nd modelul avangardelor interbelice. Principiul fundamental al unei asemenea poezii trebuie c?utat ?n pragmatica ?tiin?ei contemporane, c?ci ea presupune elaborarea unor ?axiomatici“ (concretizate ?n abord?ri teoretice, programe ?i manifeste artistice), urmat? apoi de investigarea, printr-o mi?care de extensie, a limitelor, de c?utarea obstinat? a noului, care se raporteaz? la propria sa ?axiomatic?“ ?n calitate de diferen??, de ?paralogie“, extinz?ndu-i limitele, dar ?i problematiz?nd-o, printr-un demers care e constructiv ?i deconstructiv totodat?, contestatar ?i autocontestatar ?n acela?i timp.

Debut?nd cu volumul Mandala (Editura Vinea, 2005), Oana C?t?lina Ninu n-a ratat aproape niciunul dintre premiile care i-au ie?it in cale. O recunoa?tere, f?r? ?ndoial?, meritat?, ?ntruc?t vorbim despre cel mai semnificativ debut liric din anul respectiv. [...] Oric?t de rebele, reprezent?rile se topesc ?ntr-o sintax? aluvionar?, corodat? prin dialogism ?i nivelat? prin directe?e. De altfel, ?n Mandala, fracturat nu e at?t discursul, care se deruleaz? lent ?i f?r? intersti?ii vizibile, c?t universul reprezent?rilor, care suport? o macera?ie organizat? din partea unei viziuni schizoide. Poemele C?t?linei Ninu descriu, cu o fervoare incandescent?, cele mai diverse forme de mutilare, ?n slujba c?rora eul liric pune la b?taie un arsenal impresionant (foarfece, ace, ?urubelni?e, col?i, unghii, bricege, lame, epilatoare, v?traie etc.), care l-ar face s? p?leasc? de invidie pe un anumit conte austriac. ?i nu e de mirare, de vreme ce figura central? a Mandalei se prezint?, ?nc? din primul text al volumului, drept ?femeia foarfec?“. (Andrei Terian, ?n Ziarul de duminic?)?Fuga de feminitate“, exorcizarea umorilor feminine ?i a corporalit??ii maligne devine miza actului poetic, prin care femeia real? e ?nlocuit? prin ?femeia inscrip?ionat?“. El are ?ns? caracterul unei vivisec?ii, presupune scormonirea nemiloas? a fibrelor ?i a ?esuturilor, e o autotortur? aproape cu neputin?? de ?ndurat, astfel ?nc?t privirea introspectiv?, care scormone?te ca un bisturiu ?n profunzimea plasmei organice cunoa?te momente de relaxare, deplas?ndu-se (ca in ciclul Nu e timpul,fato) de la spectacolul visceralit??ii ?n criz? la filmul cotidianului. Acum, Oana C?t?lina Ninu abordeaz? reportajul autenticist, care cap?t? ?ns? aspectul ?picturilor metafizice“, unde realul e ?textualizat“, realc?tuit, devenind suportul reveriei thanatice, c?ci poeta descrie ?cet??i ale mor?ilor“, evoc? ritualuri funerare grote?ti sau sortilegii sanguinare. (Octavian Soviany ?n Luceaf?rul)Mandala este ?i una dintre figurile ini?ierii. Poezia se scrie ?mpotriva limbajului dat, ?mpotriva sensului uzat, cu sufletul, dar ?mpotriva lui, cu trupul, dar ca mortificare a trupului, cu durere, ca singur vaccin al durerii prin smulgerea ei din trup ?i a?ezarea ei ?n pagin?. (Alex Matei ?n Observator cultural)Poemele se sus?in unele pe altele ?ntr-o ordine nu mecanic?, de domino, ci subversiv?: ?povestea“ ?nainteaz? exclusiv de la un ciclu la altul. ?n interiorul secven?elor, numai discurs: fragmentele narative sunt sincopate ori deturnate. O anume urgen?? a durerii, o panic? reverberat? fiziologic ?n prima parte a volumului (mandala) cedeaz? locul unei aluviuni de repro?uri distante mim?nd refrenul (nu te mai preface ana), apoi unei terapii solitare, cu oscila?ii ?i indecizii (nu e timpul fato). Iat? o radiografiere par?ial? a zonelor liminare. P?n? aici, nu de pu?ine ori scabrosul corporal (sexual sau nu, dup? caz) conserv? atmosfera co?maresc?, comparabil? aceleia din Capriciile lui Goya. (Cosmin Ciotlo? ?n Rom?nia literar?).

S?nge albastru nu mai exist? pe pia?a de carte de zeci de ani. De fapt, de la debut, din 1969. C?nd scriu aceste r?nduri, ?nc? nu mi-am rev?zut ?i recitit cartea. Aproape c? pot spune c? nu am habar ce am scris ?n S?nge albastru. ?i nici nu cred c? a? putea fi obiectiv? fa?? de valoarea estetic? a c?r?ilor mele de ?nceput. Nu-mi amintesc s? fi scris cineva, vreun critic, c?t ar fi fost el de neverosimil, despre carte. E?ecul a fost total. To?i colegii de v?rsta mea debutaser? deja, cu brio. Pentru ei ?ncepuser? vremurile recunoa?terii ?i ale privilegiilor. Eu s?pam, ca o c?rti?? kafkian?, bolnav? ?i oarb?, prin p?m?ntul poeziei din capul meu. ?tiu, doar, c? n-am putut dintr-o pudoare (ne)verosimil? s?-mi exhib sentimentele legate de boala care nu m? l?sa s? respir. Aveam tuberculoz? pulmonar? sever?. Am fost inocent?. S?nt ?i acum, dar altfel. A venit Alex Goldi?, un t?nar critic de aproximativ treizeci de ani, care a readus ?n scen? S?nge albastru, un gest exorbitant ?i riscant din partea lui, pentru care ?i mul?umesc. (Angela Marinescu)De peste patru decenii, Angela Marinescu a r?mas una dintre cele mai excentrice figuri ale poeziei rom?ne?ti, de ne?ncadrat ?n nici o poetic? genera?ionist?. ?n S?nge albastru, excelentul volum de debut din 1969 (care m? face s? m? ?ntreb unde s?nt str?lucitele debuturi de alt?dat?), t?n?ra poet? r?sturna abstractismul panteist ?i livresc à la Nichita St?nescu sau Ana Blandiana ?ntr-un imaginar dens ?i grav, ?nc?rcat de fantasme sexuale ?i funerare. Simbolurile ascensiunii, ale tinere?ii ?i ale purit??ii, tipic ?aizeciste, f?ceau loc unui con?inut poetic ponderabil ?i impudic. Ce ?mp?rt??ea poezia Angelei Marinescu cu versurile colegilor de genera?ie era, poate, doar o anumit? calofilie barbian? a formei, la care va renun?a pe parcurs. Cu optzeci?tii are autoarea Blindajului final ?i mai pu?ine lucruri ?n comun, c?ci formula ei poetic? e tot ce poate fi mai str?in ?nscen?rilor textuale. E explicabil, a?adar, faptul c? tocmai postura de outsider o recomand? pe Angela Marinescu drept mam? absolut? a autenticismului rom?nesc. (Alex Goldi?)

Ceea ce surprinde i fascineaz din capul locului n Ppdia electric este naturaleea cu care erban Axinte i transcrie viziunile. Discursul su nu are nimic contrafcut, strident, literar; din contr, poetul las impresia c nu face dect s repertorieze ct mai neutru, cu o precizie de grefier, o lume care i se ofer de-a gata i care, n ultim instan, l cuprinde. E drept c asemenea fotograme, care nu pot fi captate dect n stri liminale, precum visul, hipnoza, beia sau demena, au un aspect halucinant i misterios, de underworld rsrit parc din aburii alcoolului ori cufundat ntr-o memorie lichefiat. Numai c acest efect nu provine din anularea, ci tocmai din dilatarea percepiei comune, din celulele surescitate ale retinei care descoper nu att o irealitate imediat, ct o realitate remixat, n care lucrurile pot fi i aa, i altminteri. N-a putea bga mna-n foc c lumea i-a mai ieit i de aceast dat lui erban Axinte aa cum a vrut. Poezia, ns – cu siguran.“ – Andrei Terianerban Axinte este, dup cum tie toat lumea, unul dintre cele mai bune produse ale criticii literare din ultimul deceniu. Cronicar la Observator cultural, el este i autorul uneia dintre cele mai ambiioase sinteze recente – Definiiile romanului. De la Dimitrie Cantemir la G. Clinescu, o morfologie istoric a romanului romnesc care merit cu prisosin o receptare en fanfare.ns, pe de alt parte, taman faptul c toat lumea tie cine e criticul literar erban Axinte nu-i face un PR prea grozav poetului erban Axinte, cu toate c cel din urm e egalul absolut n drepturi al celui dinti. Lucrul s-a vzut i la precedenta sa carte de poezie, Lumea i-a ieit cum ai vrut (Vinea, 2006) – recomandat de prefaa empatic a lui Doris Mironescu, volumul n-a avut totui receptarea pe care ar fi meritat-o. Iar acum, dup cum se vede, scriu la rndul meu o prefa empatic, spernd din toat inima c Ppdia electric va fi o carte mai norocoas.(...)Ppdia electric e construit din trei cicluri (ca i Lumea i-a ieit aa cum ai vrut, de altfel – ceea ce poate s sugereze un anumit pattern arhitectural urmrit cu schepsis), intitulate decoct, bulb i acele electrice; ei bine, poemele tuturor acestor trei cicluri sunt inervate de imagini remarcabile, deseori de-a dreptul memorabile – citez aproape la ntmplare: s ni se ridice din inim o lumin att de puternic nct custura lumilor s nu se mai vad (acele electrice), ceva crete acum din mine, / cineva sufl asupra mea / cu miliarde de fotoni. // aura / nflorete din bulbul cretetului meu / ntr-o uria ppdie electric (ppdia electric), de ce i este fric, atta timp ct stai acolo, / nimic nu te poate atinge. // ce vd n tine, ce vd n tine, // un cimitir n care toi dumnezeii pmntului / i-au lsat morii s nfloreasc (de ce i este fric) .a.m.d. Sunt, toate, imagini de o mare frumusee, cu care empatizezi instantaneu i te fac s stabileti cu textul de sub ochi acel contract de ncredere despre care vorbea cndva Borges ca de o condiie sine qua non a lecturii de poezie.(...) Aadar, dac inem s-l etichetm generaionist pe erban Axinte, nu putem dect conchide c e cel mai atipic doumiist. Cu excepia obsesiei pentru hapax-ul existenial, nimic nu-l leag de generaia sa: nici poetica, nici maniera, nici tehnica. O atipie profund transpare din tot scrisul lui poetic; or, dup cum se tie, atipicii sunt ntotdeauna ctigtori pe termen lung.“ – Radu Vancu

Geo Vasile ne propune o selec?ie riguroas? de 100 de prozatori ?i esei?ti ale?i din ?ntreaga istorie a literaturii. Elementul inedit, provocator ?i inevitabil ?n acest context este selectarea ?i plasarea, evident, justificat?, a unor redutabili prozatori ?i esei?ti rom?ni ?n contextul generos ?i selectiv deopotriv? al concertului universal al litera?ilor. Astfel, al?turi de autori precum Paul Auster, Saul Bellow, Mario Vargas Llosa, Julio Cortázar, Henri Miller, Philip Roth etc., sunt a?eza?i Nicolae Breban, Augustin Buzura, Petru Cimpoe?u ?i mai tinerii s?i colegi, argumenta?ia adus? ?n arena de litere de istoricul ?i criticul literar Geo Vasile fiind una perfect justificat?, iar criteriul de selec?ie – unul atotputernic: valoarea.

Doomsday is here and the earth is suffering with each breath she takes. Whether it’s from the nuclear meltdown, the wrath of the Four Horsemen, a war with technology, or a consequence of our relationship with the planet, humanity is left buried and hiding, our bones exposed, our hearts beating somewhere in our freshly slit throats. This is a collection that strips away civilization and throws readers into the lives of its survivors. The poems inside are undelivered letters, tear-soaked whispers, and unanswered prayers. They are every worry you’ve had when your electricity went out, and every pit that grew in your stomach watching the news at night. They are tragedy and trauma, but they are also grief and fear, fear of who—or what—lives inside us once everything is taken away. These pages hold the teeth of monsters against the faded photographs of family and friends, and here, Wytovich is both plague doctor and midwife, both judge and jury, forever searching through severed limbs and exposed wires as she straddles the line evaluating what’s moral versus what’s necessary to survive. What’s clear though, is that the world is burning and we don’t remember who we are. So tell me: who will you become when it’s over? "Reading this collection is like dancing through Doomsday, intoxicated by the destructive, decadent truth of desire in our very mortality." --Saba Syed Razvi, author of?Heliophobia?and?In the Crocodile Gardens "Vivid, each word a weight on your tongue, these poems taste of metal and ash with a hint of spice, smoke. She reminds us the lucky ones die first, and those who remain must face the horrors of a world painted in blisters and fear." --Todd Keisling, author of?Ugly Little Things?and?Devil's Creek "Set in a post-apocalyptic world that at times seems all too near, Wytovich's poems conjure up frighteningly beautiful and uncomfortably prescient imagery." --Claire C. Holland, author of?I Am Not Your Final Girl "A surreal journey through an apocalyptic wasteland, a world that is terrifyingly reminiscent of our own even as the blare of evacuation alarms drowns out the sizzle of acid rain, smiling mannequins bear witness to a hundred thousand deaths, and "the forest floor grows femurs in the light of a skeletal moon."--Christa Carmen, author of?Something Borrowed, Something Blood-Soaked "Like a doomsday clock fast-forwarding to its final self-destruction, Wytovich's poetry will give you whiplash as you flip through page after page. The writing here is ugly yet beautiful. It reads like a disease greedily eating up vital organs. The apocalypse has arrived and it couldn't be more intoxicating!"--Max Booth III, author of?Carnivorous Lunar Activities

LA is a beast. A city that swallows most with its glamour and glitz. However, as a science fiction writer, Sarah Fuller has a hard time trying to fit in with the socialites, granola moms and trendy hipsters. That’s why she chooses to passively sit by and make fun of them. No one is safe from her ridicule. Thrown back into the dating arena in her late thirties, Sarah encounters brand new challenges. Readers will laugh out loud at the adventures and mishaps this sassy protagonist gets herself into. She explores LA life, seeing it through her unique lens. Adventures in WeHo, drag queen bingo, pot dispensaries and all the strangeness that comes out of LA weave together in this crazy, episodic adventure. Can you handle the absurdities?? Fans of Chelsea Handler and Sex in the City will love Everyone in LA is an Asshole, a series that doesn’t hold back and says what we’re all secretly thinking.? ?

A collection of three plays by former Olympic Coach and best-selling author Tom McNab delving into the murky world of Olympic politics (1936: Berlin), the troubled mind of George Orwell (Orwell on Jura), and an imaginary meeting between the acclaimed director Orson Welles and infamous fellow filmmaker Leni Riefenstahl, who directed Hitler’s propaganda film The Triumph of the Will, and filmed the 1936 Olympic Games (Whisper in the Heart). Reviews On 1936: Berlin “A powerful, thought-provoking, richly rewarding piece of theatre.” ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?–What’sOnStage “There’s no doubt McNab has a fascinating story to tell... This battle of idealsand ambition is where the play takes flight, as McNab provocatively parallelsAmerica’s treatment of its black athletes, Jesse Owens included, with racismunder the Third Reich.” ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?– The Guardian About the Author Tom McNab is a leading figure in the sporting world, having won five titles in the Scottish triple jump and coached Greg Rutherford to a gold medal as a long jumper and the English rugby team to win silver in 1992. He was Technical Director on the film Chariots of Fire and has written several radio plays and novels including best seller Flanagan’s Run, with film rights sold to Disney. In 1982 he won the Scottish Novelist of the Year award. He has been a commentator for ITV and Channel 4, a freelance journalist for the Observer, Sunday Telegraph, Times and Independent.

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