Author: Ernest Yeboah
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN: 9781512106794
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 172
Book Description
The world is an arena of puzzles. The simple things are complex and the complex things are simple. The current globalized connection can be attributed to the age of discovery when some men of valor took the courageous step to discover and connect the latent lands regardless what they would face as a threat to their lives on the unknown lands. From Europe to Asia; Europe to the Americas; Europe to the Mediterranean and Europe to Africa. What were the real motives of the voyages from Europe to Africa? What philosophy drives us to do what we do? Who is a Christian? What is a church? Read to discover the joy, the woes and the unfinished task of the called out one (THE CHRISTIAN) in the Arduous Errand
The Arduous Errand
Author: Ernest Yeboah
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN: 9781512106794
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 172
Book Description
The world is an arena of puzzles. The simple things are complex and the complex things are simple. The current globalized connection can be attributed to the age of discovery when some men of valor took the courageous step to discover and connect the latent lands regardless what they would face as a threat to their lives on the unknown lands. From Europe to Asia; Europe to the Americas; Europe to the Mediterranean and Europe to Africa. What were the real motives of the voyages from Europe to Africa? What philosophy drives us to do what we do? Who is a Christian? What is a church? Read to discover the joy, the woes and the unfinished task of the called out one (THE CHRISTIAN) in the Arduous Errand
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN: 9781512106794
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 172
Book Description
The world is an arena of puzzles. The simple things are complex and the complex things are simple. The current globalized connection can be attributed to the age of discovery when some men of valor took the courageous step to discover and connect the latent lands regardless what they would face as a threat to their lives on the unknown lands. From Europe to Asia; Europe to the Americas; Europe to the Mediterranean and Europe to Africa. What were the real motives of the voyages from Europe to Africa? What philosophy drives us to do what we do? Who is a Christian? What is a church? Read to discover the joy, the woes and the unfinished task of the called out one (THE CHRISTIAN) in the Arduous Errand
The Studio
A Susan Sontag Reader
Author: Susan Sontag
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
ISBN: 1466880783
Category : Literary Criticism
Languages : en
Pages : 604
Book Description
Susan Sontag occupies a special place in Modern American letters. She has become our most important critic, while her brilliant novels and short fiction are, at long last, getting the recognition they deserve. Sontag is above all a writer, which is only to say that, though the form may differ, there is an essential unity in all her work. The truth of this is perhaps more evident in A Susan Sontag Reader than in any of Sontag's individual books. The writer selected a sampling of her work, meaning the choice both to reflect accurately a career and also to guide the reader toward those qualities and concerns which she prizes in her own writing. A Susan Sontag Reader is arranged chronologically and draws on most of Sontag's books. There are selections from her two novels, The Benefactor and Death Kit, and from her collections of short stories, I, etcetera. The famous essays from the 1960s--"Against Interpretation," "Notes on Camp," and "On Style"--which established Sontag's reputation and can be fairly said to have shaped the cultural views of a generation are included, as are selctions from her two subsequent volumes of essays, Styles of Radical Will and Under the Sign of Satury. A part of Sontag's best-selling On Photography is also included. It is astonishing to read these works when they are detached from the books they appeared in and offered instead in the order in which Sontag wrote them. The connections between various literary forms, the progression of themes, are revealed in often startling ways. Moreover, Sontag has included a long interview in which she moves mroe informally over the whole range of her concerns and of her work. The volume ends with "Writing Itself," a previously uncollected essay on Roland Barthes which, in the eyes of many, is one of Sontag's finest achievements. This collection is, in a sense, both a self-potrait and a key for a reader to understand the work of one of the most imporant writers of our time.
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
ISBN: 1466880783
Category : Literary Criticism
Languages : en
Pages : 604
Book Description
Susan Sontag occupies a special place in Modern American letters. She has become our most important critic, while her brilliant novels and short fiction are, at long last, getting the recognition they deserve. Sontag is above all a writer, which is only to say that, though the form may differ, there is an essential unity in all her work. The truth of this is perhaps more evident in A Susan Sontag Reader than in any of Sontag's individual books. The writer selected a sampling of her work, meaning the choice both to reflect accurately a career and also to guide the reader toward those qualities and concerns which she prizes in her own writing. A Susan Sontag Reader is arranged chronologically and draws on most of Sontag's books. There are selections from her two novels, The Benefactor and Death Kit, and from her collections of short stories, I, etcetera. The famous essays from the 1960s--"Against Interpretation," "Notes on Camp," and "On Style"--which established Sontag's reputation and can be fairly said to have shaped the cultural views of a generation are included, as are selctions from her two subsequent volumes of essays, Styles of Radical Will and Under the Sign of Satury. A part of Sontag's best-selling On Photography is also included. It is astonishing to read these works when they are detached from the books they appeared in and offered instead in the order in which Sontag wrote them. The connections between various literary forms, the progression of themes, are revealed in often startling ways. Moreover, Sontag has included a long interview in which she moves mroe informally over the whole range of her concerns and of her work. The volume ends with "Writing Itself," a previously uncollected essay on Roland Barthes which, in the eyes of many, is one of Sontag's finest achievements. This collection is, in a sense, both a self-potrait and a key for a reader to understand the work of one of the most imporant writers of our time.
The International Studio
Salome
Author: Emma Marshall
Publisher: Good Press
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 152
Book Description
"Salome" by Emma Marshall. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
Publisher: Good Press
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 152
Book Description
"Salome" by Emma Marshall. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
The Red Heart
Author: James Alexander Thom
Publisher: Ballantine Books
ISBN: 0307763137
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 542
Book Description
The Slocum family of Northeastern Pennsylvania are the best of the white settlers, peace-loving Quakers who believe that the Indians hold the Light of God inside. It is from this good-hearted family that Frances is abducted during the Revolutionary war. As the child's terror subsides, she is slowly drawn into the sacred work and beliefs of her adoptive mother and of all the women of these Eastern tribes. Frances becomes Maconakwa, the Little Bear Woman of the Miami Indians. Then, long after the Indians are beaten and their last hope, Tecumseh, is killed, the Slocums hear word of their long-lost daughter and head out to Indiana to meet their beloved Frances. But for Maconakwa, it is a moment of truth, the test of whether her heart is truly a red one.
Publisher: Ballantine Books
ISBN: 0307763137
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 542
Book Description
The Slocum family of Northeastern Pennsylvania are the best of the white settlers, peace-loving Quakers who believe that the Indians hold the Light of God inside. It is from this good-hearted family that Frances is abducted during the Revolutionary war. As the child's terror subsides, she is slowly drawn into the sacred work and beliefs of her adoptive mother and of all the women of these Eastern tribes. Frances becomes Maconakwa, the Little Bear Woman of the Miami Indians. Then, long after the Indians are beaten and their last hope, Tecumseh, is killed, the Slocums hear word of their long-lost daughter and head out to Indiana to meet their beloved Frances. But for Maconakwa, it is a moment of truth, the test of whether her heart is truly a red one.
The Watchers
Author: A. E. W. Mason
Publisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 159
Book Description
The Watchers is a mysterious adventure novel about a young boy bursting in on a raucous party to tell a strange tale of treasure and intrigue. Excerpt: "I had never needed to keep any record either of the date or place. It was the fifteenth night of July, in the year 1758, and the place was Lieutenant Clutterbuck's lodging at the south corner of Burleigh Street, Strand. The night was tropical in its heat..."
Publisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 159
Book Description
The Watchers is a mysterious adventure novel about a young boy bursting in on a raucous party to tell a strange tale of treasure and intrigue. Excerpt: "I had never needed to keep any record either of the date or place. It was the fifteenth night of July, in the year 1758, and the place was Lieutenant Clutterbuck's lodging at the south corner of Burleigh Street, Strand. The night was tropical in its heat..."
City of Ink
Author: Elsa Hart
Publisher: Minotaur Books
ISBN: 1250142792
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 352
Book Description
One of 2018’s Best Mysteries by Publisher’s Weekly One of the Best Audiobooks to Listen to in October by The Washington Post “This entry solidifies her status as a top-notch historical mystery author.” – Publisher's Weekly (starred review) “Richly detailed novel of life and crime in 18th century China.” –The Wall Street Journal Following the enthralling 18th century Chinese mysteries Jade Dragon Mountain and White Mirror, comes the next Li Du adventure in City of Ink. Li Du was prepared to travel anywhere in the world except for one place: home. But to unravel the mystery that surrounds his mentor’s execution, that’s exactly where he must go. Plunged into the painful memories and teeming streets of Beijing, Li Du obtains a humble clerkship that offers anonymity and access to the records he needs. He is beginning to make progress when his search for answers buried in the past is interrupted by murder in the present. The wife of a local factory owner is found dead, along with a man who appears to have been her lover, and the most likely suspect is the husband. But what Li Du’s superiors at the North Borough Office are willing to accept as a crime of passion strikes Li Du as something more calculated. As past and present intertwine, Li Du’s investigations reveal that many of Beijing’s residents — foreign and Chinese, artisan and official, scholar and soldier — have secrets they would kill to protect. When the threats begin, Li Du must decide how much he is willing to sacrifice to discover the truth in a city bent on concealing it, a city where the stroke of a brush on paper can alter the past, change the future, prolong a life, or end one.
Publisher: Minotaur Books
ISBN: 1250142792
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 352
Book Description
One of 2018’s Best Mysteries by Publisher’s Weekly One of the Best Audiobooks to Listen to in October by The Washington Post “This entry solidifies her status as a top-notch historical mystery author.” – Publisher's Weekly (starred review) “Richly detailed novel of life and crime in 18th century China.” –The Wall Street Journal Following the enthralling 18th century Chinese mysteries Jade Dragon Mountain and White Mirror, comes the next Li Du adventure in City of Ink. Li Du was prepared to travel anywhere in the world except for one place: home. But to unravel the mystery that surrounds his mentor’s execution, that’s exactly where he must go. Plunged into the painful memories and teeming streets of Beijing, Li Du obtains a humble clerkship that offers anonymity and access to the records he needs. He is beginning to make progress when his search for answers buried in the past is interrupted by murder in the present. The wife of a local factory owner is found dead, along with a man who appears to have been her lover, and the most likely suspect is the husband. But what Li Du’s superiors at the North Borough Office are willing to accept as a crime of passion strikes Li Du as something more calculated. As past and present intertwine, Li Du’s investigations reveal that many of Beijing’s residents — foreign and Chinese, artisan and official, scholar and soldier — have secrets they would kill to protect. When the threats begin, Li Du must decide how much he is willing to sacrifice to discover the truth in a city bent on concealing it, a city where the stroke of a brush on paper can alter the past, change the future, prolong a life, or end one.
The Eagle
The Manor House: The Hand in the Dark and Other Poems
Author: Ada Cambridge
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465605908
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 252
Book Description
AN old house, crumbling half away, all barnacled and lichen-grown, Of saddest, mellowest, softest grey,—with a grand history of its own— Grand with the work and strife and tears of more than half a thousand years. Such delicate, tender, russet tones of colour on its gables slept, With streaks of gold betwixt the stones, where wind-sown flowers and mosses crept: Wild grasses waved in sun and shade o’er terrace slab and balustrade. Around the clustered chimneys clung the ivy’s wreathed and braided threads, And dappled lights and shadows flung across the sombre browns and reds; Where’er the graver’s hand had been, it spread its tendrils bright and green. Far-stretching branches shadowed deep the blazoned windows and broad eaves, And rocked the faithful rooks asleep, and strewed the terraces with leaves. A broken dial marked the hours amid damp lawns and garden bowers. An old house, silent, sad, forlorn, yet proud and stately to the last; Of all its power and splendour shorn, but rich with memories of the past; And pitying, from its own decay, the gilded piles of yesterday. Pitying the new race that passed by, with slighting note of its grey walls,— And entertaining tenderly the shades of dead knights in its halls, Whose blood, that soaked these hallowed sods, came down from Scandinavian gods. I saw it first in summer-time. The warm air hummed and buzzed with bees, Where now the pale green hop-vines climb about the sere trunks of the trees, And waves of roses on the ground scented the tangled glades around. Some long fern-plumes drooped there—below; the heaven above was still and blue; Just here—between the gloom and glow—a cedar and an aged yew Parted their dusky arms, to let the glory fall on Margaret. She leaned on that old balustrade, her white dress tinged with golden air, Her small hands loosely clasped, and laid amongst the moss and maidenhair: I watched her, hearing, as I stood, a turtle cooing in the wood— Hearing a mavis far away, piping his dreamy interludes, While gusts of soft wind, sweet with hay, swept through those garden solitudes,— And thinking she was lovelier e-en than my young ideal love had been. Tall, with that subtle, sensitive grace, which made so plainly manifest That she was born of noble race,—a cool, hushed presence, bringing rest, Of one who felt and understood the dignity of womanhood. Tall, with a slow, proud step and air; with skin half marble and half milk; With twisted coils of raven hair, blue-tinged, and fine and soft as silk; With haughty, clear-cut chin and cheek, and broad brows exquisitely Greek; With still, calm mouth, whose dreamy smile possessed me like a haunting pain, So rare, so sweet, so free from guile, with that slight accent of disdain; With level, liquid tones that fell like chimings of a vesper bell; With large, grave stag-eyes, soft, yet keen with slumbering passion, hazel-brown, Long-lashed and dark, whose limpid sheen my thirsty spirit swallowed down;— O poor, pale words, wherewith to paint my queen, my goddess, and my saint!
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465605908
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 252
Book Description
AN old house, crumbling half away, all barnacled and lichen-grown, Of saddest, mellowest, softest grey,—with a grand history of its own— Grand with the work and strife and tears of more than half a thousand years. Such delicate, tender, russet tones of colour on its gables slept, With streaks of gold betwixt the stones, where wind-sown flowers and mosses crept: Wild grasses waved in sun and shade o’er terrace slab and balustrade. Around the clustered chimneys clung the ivy’s wreathed and braided threads, And dappled lights and shadows flung across the sombre browns and reds; Where’er the graver’s hand had been, it spread its tendrils bright and green. Far-stretching branches shadowed deep the blazoned windows and broad eaves, And rocked the faithful rooks asleep, and strewed the terraces with leaves. A broken dial marked the hours amid damp lawns and garden bowers. An old house, silent, sad, forlorn, yet proud and stately to the last; Of all its power and splendour shorn, but rich with memories of the past; And pitying, from its own decay, the gilded piles of yesterday. Pitying the new race that passed by, with slighting note of its grey walls,— And entertaining tenderly the shades of dead knights in its halls, Whose blood, that soaked these hallowed sods, came down from Scandinavian gods. I saw it first in summer-time. The warm air hummed and buzzed with bees, Where now the pale green hop-vines climb about the sere trunks of the trees, And waves of roses on the ground scented the tangled glades around. Some long fern-plumes drooped there—below; the heaven above was still and blue; Just here—between the gloom and glow—a cedar and an aged yew Parted their dusky arms, to let the glory fall on Margaret. She leaned on that old balustrade, her white dress tinged with golden air, Her small hands loosely clasped, and laid amongst the moss and maidenhair: I watched her, hearing, as I stood, a turtle cooing in the wood— Hearing a mavis far away, piping his dreamy interludes, While gusts of soft wind, sweet with hay, swept through those garden solitudes,— And thinking she was lovelier e-en than my young ideal love had been. Tall, with that subtle, sensitive grace, which made so plainly manifest That she was born of noble race,—a cool, hushed presence, bringing rest, Of one who felt and understood the dignity of womanhood. Tall, with a slow, proud step and air; with skin half marble and half milk; With twisted coils of raven hair, blue-tinged, and fine and soft as silk; With haughty, clear-cut chin and cheek, and broad brows exquisitely Greek; With still, calm mouth, whose dreamy smile possessed me like a haunting pain, So rare, so sweet, so free from guile, with that slight accent of disdain; With level, liquid tones that fell like chimings of a vesper bell; With large, grave stag-eyes, soft, yet keen with slumbering passion, hazel-brown, Long-lashed and dark, whose limpid sheen my thirsty spirit swallowed down;— O poor, pale words, wherewith to paint my queen, my goddess, and my saint!