Shane M.

A history of the American bookstore (beginning with Benjamin Franklin) how it got here, why it still matters, & why the American bookstore (independent or otherwise) ought not disappear.

Here in the woods my best friend Lindsay has died. I wonder who's next, through with my husband Noah I can't confide.

Seeing as how this seemed to be the "sleeper" title of the century, I'm unsurprised no one has compiled a counter-argument to this work which could thusly be titled, "Shut The Hell Up, Mister Bolling!"

Although anything is still possible in this country, "the land of the free, and the home of the brave."

I've heard this all before; in different places, in different ways, and so, in abject deference I am utterly ashamed at the existence this book, and of its author. This book has no purpose, except to propose that life is purposless, unless we regress again to the purpose of communicating regularly with an ultimately unknowable "god" who epitomizes the existence of everything through society's collective aggrandizement of "absolute reality" even when there appears to be none.

In her second book of poems, Dorianne Laux carries all subject matter with equal ease. Especially poingniant are the poems in the second center section of this book, concerned with the passage of time during the author's childhood, along with the discoveries made about her own daughter, also swept up with the passage of time.

With all the aptly named"`bad science" being tied to conspiracy theories of all kinds these days, it sees indeed a sad wonder humanity has survived into the 21st century in order to simply propiegate more of the same.

The author of this book was a former contributor to Britain's "Economist" magazine. As an ennthralling and entertaining book, this is a delightfullly quirky approach to military history. Repeatedly, the author spots the invisible hand behind hostilities, from the Vikings to Vladimir Putin's invasion of Ukraine.

Sharp, accessible, free from polemic.

This brief, lyrical survey of the Internet's underwater Infrastructure & the people who maintain it offers a timely reminder of the entent to which the modern world depends on a fragile filigree of subsea cables- and of the many waysin which the supposedly disembodied online world is vulnnerable to physical, commercial, and geopolitical interference.

Horticulturists & econnomists alike wiil enjoy this colorful tale of the orchid & its odiferous orchestrations.

An exceptionally engrossing account and chronicle of the tumult & violence of the 1970's Details the PPLFP, a Marxist nationalist militant group, inlvolved in hijacking a plane flying from Rome to Tel-Aviv.

Said author of this work both epitomizes & anthromorphosizes rivers and suggests they are deserving as living entities in nature who ought to face consideration for rights. If you appreciate any river for its utilitarian effects combined with resulting affectations of ever-lingering beauty, then the author and his critics can wholeheatedly guarantee that the last majority of readers can & will love this book.

How to produce, promote, propigate, and pontificate your very own poetry through June Jordan's collective poetry workshop project, with its adjunct business model.

Poetry which at times seemed painfully polemical in conjunction with the author's lovers throughout her tumultuous life.

Today, I paused in place, and stopped to ponder over the verse in Kay Ryan's "Elephant Rocks."

For all her ferocity and ever-increasing velocity of vision, the end result did not leave me speechless, nor knock off my socks.

Part Anthony Burgess, Aldous Huxley, Brian Aldiss, coupled with George Orwell. Imagine these four authors in bed together as result of some inanely insane orgiastic orchestration, with the gyrating melodies of a chemically induced cosmic conflagration overflowing into, occupying, and subsequently overpowering your mind's occipital lobe as you read this novel.

For the price of admission as you journey into this book, there's a minimum of a dozen (if not perhaps dozens more) "magic carpet rides" which both readers and the dramatis personae wanderinng through this story may subjectively and submersively find themselves wandering or otherwise meandering into.

Don 't squander all your 'joy juice;' fleeting fantasies of total control will both beguile & bewilder each & any reader of this book.

"Mad Honey" simultaneously leaves both a bitterly sweet (and sweetly bitter) tamte in both my mouth and mind while I lovingly and continually both peruse and ponder the content of this novel. Splendid.

This groundbreaking and somewhat gratefully acknowleged work recounts with scrutinizingly alarming detail the exploits of those Nazi parents who were at once made excruciatingly famous as perpetraturs of egrigious war crimes who are seemingly universally villifiied in this modern era.

It is the children of those parents in detail with their life stories outlined here who must confront (and in some cases ultimately ignore) the often fateful (though never wholly unngrateful) historical yet hysterical harrassment the indivduals interviewed fo this book continue to face on a daily basis.