This near-definitive study sets a new standard for the kind of meticulous scholarship that Nobel laureate Derek Walcott's poetry deserves, at the same time that it enhances the accessibility of Walcott's history and poetry for the general reader.
As the two alternate realities run their course, Maybe in Another Life raises questions about fate and true love: Is anything meant to be? How much in our life is determined by chance?
Encompassing questions of identity, religion, race, and family, Another Life is an absorbing and thought-provoking debut about the line we all walk between desire and responsibility.
Parts of this book that have appeared in The New Yorker over the years have brought Korda great acclaim--the chapter about Jacqueline Susann has been made into a major motion picture.
At seventy-seven, struggling with the weight of writer’s block, Theodor Kallifatides makes the difficult decision to sell the Stockholm studio where he diligently worked for decades and retire.
Before their friendship can blossom, though, a tragic accident cuts their story short. They will meet again. But this is only one of the many connections they share.
... Nicolas tossed a glance over his shoulder at Lia, his eyebrows raised. “Lia, tu viens? Are you coming?” “J'arrive. I'm on my way,” she replied. The sounds of.
When Pryce, a government-connected shadow-man, offers Burke up-to-date medical services for "the Prof" and a pardon in exchange for a dangerous mission, Burke takes on the job to rescue the kidnapped son of a Saudi prince.
If he lives — and he probably will not — he will be used all his life by grinning perverts. ... "And each time they torture him. he will be told that his mother sold him into slavery to buy herself another diamond necklace.
It examines the work he did for the 1929 Schneider Trophy Race, the development of the new RAF 200 seaplane tender, and the development of its armour plated offspring, the Armoured Target Boat.
I had once seen my girlfriend in Athens smile at another man, and I had fainted with the pain. That was all over. ... It is one of life's great mysteries that you can like the same face for forty-six years. At the same time.