Now ponder well, you parents deare,?These wordes which I shall write;?A doleful story you shall heare,?In time brought forth to light.??A gentleman of good account?In Norfolke dwelt of late.?Who did in honour far surmount?Most men of his estate.??Sore sicke he was, and like to dye,?No helpe his life could save;?His wife by him as sicke did lye,?And both possest one grave.??No love between these two was lost,?Each was to other kinde;?In love they liv'd, in love they dyed,?And left two babes behinde:??The one a fine and pretty boy,?Not passing three yeares olde;?The other a girl more young than he?And fram'd in beautye's molde. Randolph Caldecott (1846 – 1886) was an English artist and illustrator, born in Chester. The Caldecott Medal was named in his honour. He exercised his art chiefly in book illustrations. His abilities as an artist were promptly and generously recognised by the Royal Academy. Caldecott gre-atly influenced illustration of children's books during the nineteenth century. Two books illustrated by him, priced at a shilling each, were published every Christmas for eight years. Caldecott also illustrated novels and accounts of foreign travel, made humorous drawings depicting hunting and fashionable life, drew cartoons and he made sketches of the Houses of Parliament inside and out, and exhibited sculptures and paintings in oil and watercolour in the Royal Academy and galleries. After six years at Whitchurch, Caldecott moved to the head office in Manchester of the Manchester & Salford Bank. He lodged variously in Aberdeen Street, Rusholme Grove and at Bowdon. He took the opportunity to study at night school at the Manchester School of Art and practised continually, with success in local papers and some London publications. It was a habit of his at this time, which he maintained all his life, to decorate his letters, papers and documents of all descriptions with marginal sketches to illustrate the content or provide amusement. A number of his letters have been reprinted with their illustrations in Yours Pictorially, a book edited by Michael Hutchings. In 1870, a painter friend in London, Thomas Armstrong, put Caldecott in touch with Henry Blackburn, the editor of London Society, who published a number of his drawings in several issues of the monthly magazine. Encouraged by this evidence of his ability to support him-self by his art, Caldecott decided to quit his job and move to London; this he did in 1872 at the age of 26. Within two years he had become a successful magazine illustrator working on commission. His work included individual sketches, illustrations of other articles and a series of illustrations of a holiday which he and Henry Blackburn took in the Harz Mountains in Germany. The latter became the first of a number of such series.

C?t?lin Ghi?? este unul dintre cei mai serio?i, mai informa?i ?i mai inspira?i cercet?tori care se afirm? ?n comparatistica literar? ?i cultural? de la noi. Neotematismul s?u este unul atent la diferen?e – ?i ?n primul r?nd la diferen?a estetic? –, reticent fa?? de exploatarea ideologizant? a literaturii. Cartea de fa?? ??i acoper? tema cu mare grij?, cu acribie filologic? ?i teoretic?, dar o ?i dep??e?te uneori prin implica?ii nea?teptate ?i prin considera?ii de ansamblu. ?mi place ?n mod deosebit luciditatea autocritic? a autorului, ?n care v?d reflexul moral al modestiei ?i, ?n acela?i timp, orgoliul justificat al competen?ei profesionale“. – Mircea Martin

Coresponden?? primit? de Geo Bogza de la Stephan Roll, Sa?a Pan?, Mary-Ange Pan?, Victor Brauner, Ilarie Voronca, Colomba Voronca, grupul ?Alge“ ??n Epistolarul avangardist, care con?ine coresponden?a pe care Geo Bogza a primit-o de la reprezentan?ii grupului Alge, este ?i o poveste con?inut? aici, ?n aceste scrisori, o poveste de via??, de supravie?uire, de construire, de fapt, a unei poetici de grup ?i a unei ac?iuni culturale rom?ne.“ – Carmen Mu?at ?Pe mine cel mai mult m-a emo?ionat Epistolarul. Au fost ni?te lucruri de care nu ?tiam ?i pe care le-am citit cu foarte mult? emo?ie, ceea ce m-a f?cut s? mai r?scolesc ?i s? m? uit cu mai mult? aten?ie. Erau scrisori de la mama, am ?nceput s? m? uit ?i ?n jurnalul ei ?i am descoperit o serie de lucruri extraordinare. O s? continui s? cercetez.“ – Vladimir Pan?

The "Times."?"For its rapid action, in fact, we have seldom read a better story, or one which is more full of incidents, sanguinary, trenchant, and robust."??The "Daily Telegraph."?"A true and a wonderfully well-sustained piece of Oriental life and striking history."??The "Spectator."?"This is a very remarkable book. It is a determined attempt to bring the interior Hindoo and Mussulman life of a great Mahratta province during the most exciting times home to the hearts and understandings of Englishmen, to interest them in people with whom they have nothing except human nature in common."??"Morning Post."?"'Tara' is a unique work. There is nothing like it in the English literature of fiction. No other writer has ever attempted the portrayal of Indian life, society, and interests, entirely free from any European admixture of character or incident. The author himself now does so for the first time. 'The Confessions of a Thug' related to British jurisdiction in India. 'Tippoo Sultan' dealt with the gallant struggles of that monarch against the encroaching British power, but 'Tara' is all Indian."??"Saturday Review."?"It is seldom that we meet with a work of fiction executed with anything like the conscientious care and minute elaboration of Captain Meadows Taylor's Indian Tale. His characters have mostly the clearness and individuality of portraits, and his scenery exhibits all the marked and decisive features of photographs taken on the spot. The work throughout is evidently that of a master of Oriental life and character in love with his subject, to whom nothing appears trivial or beneath notice that can illustrate the peculiar traits of Asiatic nature, or kindle an enthusiasm for knowing more of the history, manners, and usages of our fellow-subjects in the east."??The "Standard."?"In no one part of the work has Captain Taylor shown more thorough art than in those pages in which he details the features of the Hindoo and Ma-homedan family life. He never overloads; his characters are not lay figures attired in triple folds of gorgeous robes to hide their nakedness. With a few subtle touches he shows us the interior life of each household, and the morning springs of every character, and he leaves us to fill in the obvious details for ourselves."???My Lord,?The scenes and characters which i have endeavoured to depict in these volumes will be necessarily new and strange to you; but if they excite interest in the native annals of a country of which i find but little real knowledge existing, the object of the work will have been attained; while, by the kind courtesy which permits me to dedicate it to you, your excellency confers upon me a very sincere gratification.??I have the honour to be,?Your Lordship's very faithful servant,??MEADOWS TAYLOR.

Conservatorismul pragmatic, conservatorismul lui David Hume, Edmund Burke i, n secolul XX, al lui Michael Oakeshott, se deosebete profund de reacionarism i de ultraconservatorismul virulent. Un conservator pragmatic este un om care gndete fr mituri caluzitoare i fr adevruri absolute, ce confisc i paralizeaz inteligena; este un adversar, i nu un adept, al utopiilor inverse, care aspir la restaurarea trecutului. El este un adept al moderaiei i al gradualismului – nu pentru ca ar avea oroare de schimbrile profunde, ci pentru ca tie c nimic important, nrdcinat ntr-o form de via omeneasc, nu poate fi schimbat brusc. Se comite adesea o confuzie ntre conservatorismul pragmatic i radicalismul de dreapta. Dar este vorba de o eroare de neiertat, cci cele doua forme ale Dreptei se opun diametral: Ostilitatea fa de radicalism, ostilitatea nencetat, implacabil, este definiia esenial a conservatorismului (Robert Cecil, Marchiz de Salisbury). Au existat i n Romania figuri celebre apropiate conservatorismului pragmatic, spre exemplu P. P. Carp. ns, din pcate, tradiia autohton este dominat de radicalismul de dreapta, ilustrat (virulent) de Eminescu i (seren) de Maiorescu, iar ulterior de generaia rtcit: Nae Ionescu, Mircea Eliade, Cioran i Noica.“ (Adrian-Paul Iliescu)

Romanul Condamnat s? ucid? este o ?ncercare de a reda realit??ile ?epocii de aur“, dar ?i cele din perioada impunerii de c?tre ru?i a comunismului ?n Rom?nia. Personajul central, arhitectul Tudor Gur?u, s?tul de lipsa de perspectiv? a meseriei sale, ca proiectant de garduri de prefabricate, cote?e de porci ?i blocuri de garsoniere pentru nefamili?ti, realizeaz? c? locul s?u nu este ?ntr-un institut de proiect?ri f?r? perspective. Se ?ntreab? dac? nu a venit momentul s? fug? peste grani??, sper?nd c? ?n Apus ??i poate valorifica aptitudinile... Trebuie s? dispar? pentru a nu pl?ti cu via?a o crim? pe care n-a ?nf?ptuit-o. Fur? ma?ina celor veni?i la locuin?a lui s?-l aresteze ?i str?bate cu ea jum?tate de ?ar?, apoi cealalt? jum?tate cu bicicleta. Trece, ?n cele din urm?, Dun?rea ?n Iugoslavia.

Televiziunea, v?zut? din interior, a?a cum ar?ta ?nainte de 1989, merita atunci ca ?i acum porecla folosit? ca titlu al romanului, o fiin?? demn? de tot dispre?ul. Este un roman cu coloratur? istoric?, de?i ?n ansamblul s?u pare o fic?iune istoric? a unei genera?ii de naivi.

Proza scurt? scris? de t?n?rul scriitor, originar din Timi?oara, se distinge printr-un stil ?ngrijit, expresiv, ?n mod cert, situat ?n siajul lui Matei Caragiale. O carte incitant? despre lumea pestri?? ?i sugestiv? a tranzi?iei autohtone. Cartea este destinat? publicului larg ?i va constitui un succes de libr?rie.

Sorsdráma. Szrny, barbár mese. Véres és szexuális talányok. Elnyomott emlékek és gyermekkori borzalmak flkeverése. Hirtelen, képtelen, elre tudott és mégis elháríthatatlan katasztrófa. Babona, vallás és matematika külns fonadékú szvete. A sors irracionális gykereinek ízeit érezzük. Micsoda ellentét forma és tartalom kzt! Ilyen vad, si, nyers, babonás mélyeket éppen csak az emberi tudat és kultúra leglucidasabb mvészete tár fl: annál megrendítbb! A Szophoklész mvészete” – írja Babits Mihály Az európai irodalom trténeté-ben.

Egy újrakezdés hihetetlen t?rténeteKori élete fordulóponthoz érkezik. Férje és szülei meghalnak, munkahelyét elveszíti, egyedül marad a világban, csak legjobb barátn?jére számíthat. Mindennapjait eddig családja szabályai szerint élte. A tragédia után minden megváltozik k?rül?tte.?Vajon hogy éli meg a hirtelen j?tt függetlenséget?Megtakarított pénzéb?l utazni szeretne, a helyszínt csukott szemmel választja ki a f?ldg?mbre b?kve. Azonban úgy t?nik, férje még a halála után is képes ezt a tervét is meghiúsítani. A lány régi életét maga m?g?tt hagyva munkát vállal egy kanadai farmon. A farm tulajdonosával, a jókép? Christopher Walkerrel, aki egyedül neveli kislányát, hamar k?lcs?n?s vonzalom alakul ki k?z?ttük.Vajon túléli kapcsolatuk a múlt szellemeinek felbukkanását? Van esély újrakezdeni egy tragédiák sokaságával telet?zdelt életet?J. K. Smith humoros jelenetekben és érzelmekben gazdag k?nyve ezekre a kérdésekre keresi a választ, és elvezeti az olvasót egy olyan világba, ahol a család és az ?sszefogás a legfontosabb érték.

FIRE MOUNTAIN IS "A THRILLING SEA STORY BY "NORMAN SPRINGER", AUTHOR OF "THE BLOOD SHIP" Years. Bright, aslant eyes, and a suave and ever-ready smile that broke immediately Martin met his gaze. "You will be so good as to inform the honorable that Dr. Ichi is here?" he asked in precise and stilted voice. Ever the same—the noiseless entry, the quietly spoken request for the lawyer. Martin repressed a flash of irritation; the little Japanese, with his uncanny soft-footedness and stereotyped address, got upon his nerves. However, his orders were explicit; Mr. Smatt would see Dr. Ichi without delay or preliminary, whenever Dr. Ichi favored the office with a visit. It was already the third visit that day, but orders were orders. So, Martin inclined his head toward the door of Smatt's private office. The Japanese crossed the room. He bowed to Martin, as stately a bow as if Martin were also an "honorable," instead of a poor devil of a law clerk; then, noiselessly as he had entered the outer office, Dr. Ichi disappeared within Smatt's sanctum. Martin turned to his window again. But his bright day dream was fled, and he could not conjure it back again. The view was without charm. His thoughts, despite himself, persisted in centering upon the dapper little figure now closeted with his employer. The dandified Jap aroused Martin's interest. What manner of client was this Dr. Ichi? Martin had not seen a single scrap of paper, nor had Smatt dropped a single hint, concerning the case. It was mysterious! Martin was not an overly curious chap, but he was human. It was another of Smatt's secret cases, thought Martin. Another token of those hidden activities of the old vulture, which he sensed, but did not know about. For, though Martin attended to the routine work, though his duties were responsible—Smatt specialized and was prominent in maritime law—still Martin knew he did not enjoy his employer's complete confidence. Much of Smatt's time was taken up with cases Martin knew nothing about, with clients who appeared to shun the daylight of the courts. The Nippon Trading Company, for instance! Martin knew Smatt was interested in a company of that name—a strange company, that apparently conducted business without using the mails. And there was business between Ichi and Smatt—money, or Smatt would have nothing to do with it. The mystery aroused Martin's dormant curiosity. But all his speculation was pointless. Martin bethought himself of the marine affidavit lying uncompleted upon his desk. He turned from the window with the intention of applying himself to that task—and he discovered the office to have a second visitor. Another unusual figure who possessed the penchant for surreptitious entry. He observed the fellow in the very act of closing the office door.

– Itt Zachary Horner beszél! Miben segíthetek? – Jó estét kívánunk Zachary James Horner! A Brit Szerencsejáték Sz?vetség ?r?mmel értesíti ?nt, hogy megnyerte a British Bonus f?nyereményét, azaz nyolcvan?tmillió fontot. – A rohadt élet! – d?bbent meg a fiatalember a hír hallatán, majd felülve az ágyán, nagy ?r?mmel folytatta – Ez most azt jelenti, hogy eltalálták mind a négy számot, amit megjátszottam? – Igen, tisztelt uram! Ez a legmagasabb ?sszeg, amit ember eddig valaha nyert. Nyereményét bármikor átveheti a londoni k?zpontunkban is személyesen, de akár bankszámlára is elutalhatjuk ?nnek.

Fegyverek lehetnek-e pusztítóbb, gyilkos fegyverek, Mint a ragyogó n?i szemek? Lágy természet sátrába bekuporodva, A nap csak mécsesként pislákolva, ?rzi szerelmedet. Hallottál még annyi árulásról, Mit egy szép h?lgy magába tárol? ?szi es?ként patakba folyt a k?nny, F?ld anyánk méhében új gy?trelem k?sz?n. Burkában fogva vagy. Menekültél már asszonyi kacagás el?l, Mi kíméletlenül, hátadba t?rként kerül? Ha igen, keress meg engem kedvesem, ?n már régen letettem fegyverem. Szeg?dj társamul. Ajánlások... ?Els?re nagyon szép! Azok a k?lt?i képek, hasonlatok. Tudom, nem lehet egy m?b?l kiragadni részeket /nem is illik/, de mégis... ?Ha igen, keress meg engem kedvesem, ?n már régen letettem fegyverem.” Nem gy?ny?r?? A hangulata is tetszik.” - Szabó Mihály ?Fantasztikusan szép vers!” - Lehoczky Judit ?nekesn? ?Mária versei a mindennapi emberhez szólnak. Helyettünk fogalmazza meg az ?r?m?t, bánatot, érzéseket, melyek olyan ismer?sek számunkra. Hiszen mindenki volt szerelmes, a szerencséseknek még van szeretett ?desanyja, és mindenki találkozik élete során azzal a kérdéssel, mi végre is született erre a világra. Ezért olyan k?zeliek számunkra Mária sorai, hiszen az életünk legfontosabb gondolatait formálja meg k?lteményeiben.” - Geberle Zsóka

A háború el?szele már mindenütt érezhet?: az utakat másfajúak renegát csapatai tartják rettegésben, a városok utcáin rejtélyes halálesetek t?rténnek. A királyok nem bíznak t?bbé a varázslókban, akik azt képzelik, varázshatalmuk feljogosítja ?ket, hogy beleártsák magukat a politikába. Némelyikük a szabad országok javáért cselekszik, mások ?n?s érdekb?l, de a varázslók álságos mosolya és felszínes csevegése m?g?tt sorsd?nt? játszmák zajlanak. Ríviai Geralt mindig is büszke volt semlegességére. A vaják korábban úgy gondolta, elegend?, hogy a saját sorsáról d?nts?n… csakhogy akkor még nem kellett mások miatt aggódnia. Egyedül k?nny? semlegesnek maradni, de ha egy kislány élete a tét, már nem annyira. Geralt igyekszik mindent megtenni Ciri védelmében.  

Rejt? Jen? 1941 táján írhatta életm?vének eme kevéssé ismert darabját. Az Afrikában játszódó kisregény f?h?se egy orvos-kalandor: az abszurdba hajló alaphelyzet, illetve Morbicer és a bennszül?ttek kulturális kül?nbségei számos komikus helyzetet eredményeznek. Az elbeszélés azonban jóval mélyebb üzenetet is hordoz: a humoron túl a hagyományos életrend és a modern civilizáció ütk?zésének tragédiájáról is szól. Mindez nem meglep?, hisz a II. világháború idején Rejt? maga is megtapasztalhatta a 20. század technikai fejl?désének zsákutcáit, a szilárdnak hitt értékek amortizálódását, a morális értékek morzsálódását (fegyverkezés, az államhatalom túlburjánzása, jogfosztottság stb.). A nyersanyag-lel?helyeket hajszoló, szerelmi csalódásában verg?d?, a bennszül?ttek szemében mitikus lénnyé váló Morbicer azonban gyógyít is - teszi ezt annak dacára, hogy nem jár érte k?sz?net. Figuráját Rejt? részben Albert Schweitzerr?l mintázta: a világhír? orvos és humanista afrikai kórházépítésér?l és gyógyító tevékenységér?l szóló k?nyve magyarul is olvasható volt, Rejt? innét vette az alap?tletet. A kisregény 75 évig lappangott az író szétzilált hagyatékában: annak idején vélhet?en az elbeszélésb?l kiolvasható háborúellenesség miatt nem jelenhetett meg. Kül?nleges annyiban is, hogy számos, egymástól markánsan eltér? változatban maradt f?nn, miáltal szinte egyedülálló módon nyílik rálátás a rejt?i sz?vegalakítás dzsungelkonyhájára, az általa teremtett figurák alakulására. A kisregény most el?sz?r jelenik meg ?nálló k?tetben - ráadásul r?gt?n 3 változatban! - Konzílium j?n. Nekünk kell megállapítani, hogy mi baja van a f?n?knek. - De uram, akkor csak róla állapítsuk meg a betegség okát. Rólam az egész világ tudja, hogy még sohasem loptam. - Bejártam az egész világot, és mindenütt tisztában vannak azzal, hogy te vagy a legnagyobb tolvaj. - Uram, te nemcsak rossz szív? vagy, hanem okos is, de most megtévesztett az egész világ. Kül?nben sem értem, hogy egy konzíliumon miért kell az én betegségeimr?l beszélni, hála Balongának, nem fáj semmim, tehát nem fontos, hogy loptam-e. Ha reméljük, r?videsen meghalsz, ezt a konzílium nev? gyógyítást én nem fogom csinálni. - Te is orvos vagy, tehát tudnod kell szintén, hogy vannak ragályos betegségek, ami azt jelenti, hogyha az egyik ember lop, akkor a másiknak sokszor olyan lesz a gyomra, mint a nadrág. - Vagy a b?r lábszárvéd?. Ezzel tisztában vagyok. De itt senki se beteg, csak a f?n?k. - Mi, orvosok tudjuk jól, hiszen magunk k?z?tt vagyunk, T?kász: hogy vannak úgynevezett bacilusgazdák, ez annyit jelent, hogy valaki lop, nem lesz semmi baja, és egy másiknak a k?zelében olyan lesz a gyomra, mint a b?r lábszárvéd?. Ezért te mint a t?rzs varázslója elmondod, hogy kit?l és mit loptatok, addig nem tudom meggyógyítani a f?n?k?t, mert gondolhatod, hogy más betegség lesz, ha valaki egy négert?l ellopja a halászózsákját, vagy egy misszionáriustól a hosszú cs?vet, amin keresztül befolynak a távoli fák és hegyek, egészen az ember szemébe. Vagy más betegsége lesz valakinek, akit megrúgok, mert elvitte házam el?l a f?lf?z?tt szárított húst...

Vészesen apad a Tó. Vajon miért? Rév Fül?p, a lovaglegény a Litéri sárkány hátára pattan, hogy kiderítse. A nyomok Nagylapály birodalmába vezetnek, ahol találkozunk Nyár L?rinccel, Zivatarzug lovagjaival, H?t?dik H?b?r?d?tt királlyal, és a világ legpimaszabb leányzójával, akire nem lehet haragudni. Kiderül, mi van a Mély Kút mélyén, és hogy miért nincs tó, ha van.

". . . aphorism are seldom couched in such terms, that they should be taken as they sound precisely, or according to the widest extent of signification; but do commonly need exposition, and admit exception: otherwise frequently they would not only clash with reason and experience, but interfere, thwart, and supplant one another." ? ? ? ? Issac Barrow "The very essence of an aphorism is that slight exaggeration which makes it more biting whilst less rigidly accurate." ? ? ? ?—Leslie Stephen There are of course, girls and girls; yet at heart they are pretty much alike. In age, naturally, they differ wildly. But this is a thorny subject. Suffice it to say that all men love all girls-the maid of sweet sixteen equally with the maid of untold age. There is something exasperatingly something-or-otherish about girls. And they know it—which makes them more something-or-otherish still:—there is no other word for it. A girl is a complicated thing. It is made up of clothes, smiles, a pompadour, things of which space and prudence forbid the enumeration here. These things by themselves do not constitute a girl which is obvious; nor is any one girl without these things which is not too obvious. Where the things end and the girl begins many men have tried to find out. Many girls would like to be men—except on occasions. At least so they say, but perhaps this is just a part of their something-or-otherishness. Why they should want to be men, men cannot conceive. Men pale before them, grow hot and cold before them, run before them (and after them), swear by them (and at them), and a bit of a chit of a thing in short skirts and lisle-thread stockings will twist able-bodied males round her little finger.It is an open secret that girls are fonder of men than they are of one another—which is very lucky for the men. Girls differ; and the same girl is different at different times. When she is by herself, she is one thing. When she is with other girls she is another thing. When she is with a lot of men, she is a third sort of thing. When she is with a man. . . But this baffled even Agur the son of Jakeh.As a rule, a man prefers a girl by herself. This is natural. And yet is said that you cannot have too much of a good thing. If this were true, a bevy of girls would be the height of happiness. Yet some men would sooner face the bulls of Bashan.Some foolish men—probably poets—have sought for and asserted the existence of the ideal girl. This is sheer nonsense: there is no such thing. And if there were, she could not compare with the real girl, the girl of flesh and blood—which (as some one ought to have said) are excellent things in woman. Other men, equally foolish, have regarded girls as playthings. I wish these men had tried to play with them. They would have found that they were playing with fire and brimstone. Yet the veriest spit-fire can be wondrous sweet.Sweet? Yes. On the whole a girl is the sweetest thing known or knowable. On the 6 whole of this terrestrial sphere Nature has produced nothing more adorable than the high-spirited high-bred girl.—Of this she is quite aware—to our cost (I speak as a man). The consequence is, her price has gone up, and man has to pay high and pay all sorts of things—ices, sweets, champagne, drives, church-goings, and sometimes spot-cash.

This story belongs to the year 1837, and was regarded by the generations of that and a succeeding time as the most miraculous of all the recorded deliverances from death at sea. It may be told thus: Mr. Montagu Vanderholt sat at breakfast with his daughter Violet one morning in September. Vanderholt's house was one of a fine terrace close to Hyde Park. He was a rich man, a retired Cape merchant, and his life had been as chequered as Trelawney's, with nothing of romance and nothing of imagination in it. He was the son of honest parents, of Dutch extraction, and had run away to sea when about twelve years old. Nothing under the serious heavens was harsher, more charged with misery, suffering, dirt, and wretchedness, than seafaring in the days when young Vanderholt, with an idiot's cunning, fled to it from his father's comfortable little home. He got a ship, was three years absent, and on his return found both his father and mother dead. He went again to sea, and, fortunately for him, was shipwrecked in the neighbourhood of Simon's Bay. The survivors made their way to Cape Town, and presently young Vanderholt got a job, and afterwards a position. He then became a master, until, after some eight or ten years of heroic perseverance, attended by much good luck, behold Mr. Vanderholt full-blown into a colonial merchant prince. How much he was worth when he made up his mind to settle in England, after the death of his wife, and when he had disposed of his affairs so as to leave himself as free a man as ever he had been when he was a common Jack Swab, really signifies nothing. It is certain he had plenty, and plenty is enough, even for a merchant prince of Dutch extraction. Besides Violet, he had two sons, who will not make an appearance on this little brief stage. They are dismissed, therefore, with this brief reference—that both were in the army, and both, at the time of this tale, in India. Violet was Vanderholt's only daughter, and he loved her exceedingly. She was not beautiful, but she was fair to see, with a pretty figure, and an arch, gay smile. You saw the Dutch blood in her eyes, as you saw it in her father's, whose orbs of vision, indeed, were ridiculously small—scarcely visible in their bed of socket and lash. An English mother had come to Violet's help in this matter. Taking her from top to toe, with her surprising quantity of brown hair, soft complexion, good mouth, teeth, and figure, Violet Vanderholt was undoubtedly a fine girl. THE LAST ENTRY "OPINIONS OF THE PRESS ON THE LAST ENTRY": '"The Last Entry" is a rattling good salt-water yarn, told in the author's usual breezy, exhilarating style.'-”Daily Mail. 'In this new novel Mr. Russell has cleverly thrown its events into the year 1837, and there are one or two ingenious passages which add to the Diamond Jubilee interest which that date suggests.... "The Last Entry" is as certain of general popularity as any of Mr. Russell's former tales of the marvels of the sea.'-”Glasgow Herald. 'We do not think it possible for anyone to dip into this novel without desiring to finish it, and it adds another to the long list of successes of our best sea author.'-”Librarian. 'In addition to mutiny and murder, "The Last Entry" contains many of those good things which have made Mr. Russell's pages a joy to so many lovers of the sea during the last twenty years.... "The Last Entry" is a welcome addition to Mr. Clark Russell's library.'-”Speaker. 'The writer is as realistic and picturesque as usual in his vivid descriptions of the stagnant life on board the homeward-bound Indiaman.'-”Times. 'It is full of pleasant vigour.... As is always the case in Mr. Clark Russell's books, the elements are treated with the pen of an artist.'-”Standard. 'We expected plenty of go, of fresh and vigorous description of sea-faring life, coupled with a story which would not be wanting in interest. All this we have here.'”-Tablet.

Gond van a paradicsomban... Jemma, amióta csak az eszét tudja, a t?kéletes nászutat tervezi. Kéthetes menedék egy ?tcsillagos üdül?helyen a Maldív-szigeteken, luxus villákkal, személyi inassal és teljes visszavonultságban. Paradicsominak kellene lennie, de rémálommá válik. A férfi ugyanis, akihez egy héttel ezel?tt feleségül ment, nyomtalanul elt?nt a szigetr?l, és a t?kéletes új élet épp ilyen gyorsan t?nik el Jemma szeme el?l. Ez hogy t?rténhet meg mindazok után, amin együtt keresztülmentek? Létezik valaki a szigeten, akiben a fiatal n? megbízhat? ?s mindenekel?tt - hová ment a férje? ?rzelmekkel teli és lebilincsel? világsiker? pszichológiai thriller.

Míg Tompa Andrea el?z? k?nyve, A hóhér háza egy magányos leány huszadik századvégi bildungsromanja, addig az új regény egy magányos férfi és egy magányos leány kül?n?s kett?sét rajzolja meg száz évvel kés?bb. Felváltva beszélnek hozzánk: a Brassó k?zeli aljegyz? fia és az enyedi zsidó keresked? lánya. Lehetne e k?nyv romantikus példázat, de nem az. H?seink els? találkozásának emlékét kiradírozza az ?sszeomlás, az új id?számításban mellékesen, véletlenszer?en sodródnak megint egymás mellé. Az igazi nagy, szenvedélyes találkozás a tudásra és hasznos m?k?désre szomjas lelkeké Kolozsvárral, a polgári Erdély kultúrájával, szellemi potenciáljával, a fejl?dés igézetével.

Végre egy férfi szemsz?géb?l is láthatjuk, milyen bonyolult (és csodálatos) párkapcsolatban élni! Norman humora Nick Hornby-éval vetekszik, elképeszt?en k?nnyed stílusban ír a harminc?t éves f?h?sér?l, aki felett ?sszecsapnak a hullámok: a szuper házassága meginogni látszik, de még a reklámsz?vegírói munkája is veszélybe kerül. Tom Violet írói álmokat kerget, de sajnos szinte mindenki az apjához, a t?bbsz?r?s irodalmi díjas, tehetséges íróhoz hasonlítja, akiért bomlanak a n?k, és aki mindig, minden helyzetben feltalálja magát. Tomnak nemcsak magában és maga k?rül kell rendet raknia, de még a család kajla fül?, krónikus szorongással küzd? kutyáját is istápolnia kell... Ez a Fej?s ?va k?nyvtára els? ?pasisan csajos”, imádnivalóan humoros regénye, amely egy férfi szemsz?géb?l mutatja be a párkapcsolat nehézségeit és szépségeit. ?Minden sora leny?g?z?tt. Egy érzékeny szerz? finom humorral megírt t?rténete, ami nemcsak a férfiakról, hanem rólunk, n?kr?l is szól. Egy regény a reményr?l, szerelemr?l, h?ségr?l, családról és a boldogságról...” – Fej?s ?va