2001 Bir Uzay Efsanesi itibaren Arthur C. Clarke içinde LIT biçim

Michael Webb michaelwebb — It's hard to find Wendy Ewald's now out of print 'Portraits & Dreams', her amazing project of teaching kids in Appalachia to photograph recreations of their dreams, take self portraits, and document their family life in photos and words. The result was a record of their surreal imaginations, aspirations, love of their families, and innocent and hopeful views of life set against a hardscrabble backdrop that most would not physically escape. They also made art that you wont forget. In 'Secret Games' you'll find some of the examples above along with Ewald's collaborations with kids from Mexico to India and in between.

Darrell Walker dcw — My ex girlfriend has it, and i want it back. An engaging, witty history of the west written by someone with personal memories of the first world war.

Kant Tse _ant_se — a nice level of angst mixed in with a lot of sweetness kept me glued to the pages. i could not put this down, i had to know what happened next. in response to the theory that the book is just a rip-off of the movie 'shelter' i would like to add that while the plotline is filled with superficial similarities, it's not the plot that makes a book unique. it's the author's take on the characters, the dialogue, the internal monologues, the descriptions, that make a book shine. i can't really think of an "original" plotline at this point, they have all been re-used hundreds of times. there are a lot of books and movies out there after all, and there are only so many directions you can go in. and no offense to die-hard fans of the movie, but if this book was in any way ripped off of shelter, well, i for one am glad that the tepid dialogue and one dimensional characters finally got a chance to be fleshed out with such loving attention. i liked the movie. it was ok. cute, but nothing special. i loved the book. it made me laugh, it made me feel for these guys, and while i am probably never going to re-watch the movie i will surely re-read the book :)

Cecilia Dayana dayana14ccg — Prior to reading this novel, my experience with pulp fiction was limited to a Tarantino movie and a few stories I read as part of a Master's course in crime and detective stories. I came to the book with no knowledge about Walter Gibson or Lester Dent and no real interest in pulps. How much of the novel is true? I'd say about 1/4 truth, 3/4 pulp. But truth is not the point--the story is everything in this novel and, as the narrator says, "never let the facts get in the way of a good story." Set during the height of the pulp fiction era, the novel follows Walter Gibson (author of The Shadow) and Lester Dent (author of Doc Savage), two titans of the time period. In addition, authors L. Ron Hubbard (pre-Scientology freakishness), H.P. Lovecraft, and Robert Heinlein all make appearances as characters (even Orson Welles shows up). The book is unique in that it doesn't try to serve as a biography of these characters. Instead, it pays homage to these authors by setting them in a sensationalistic pulp in which they are the protagonists--a fitting tribute to authors who thrilled so many with tales of courage and adventure, unspeakable horror, and plot twists and turns that would give the reader whiplash. The story is full of pulp hallmarks--dashing cowboys, Chinese assassins, beautiful women just bad enough to be good, a maniacal villain willing to stop at nothing to seek revenge (and maybe just rule the world while he's at it), a military secret that threatens society as we know it, zombies, and even a psychic with a chicken. There are train rides, boat rides, and plane rides. There's treasure, treachery, and romance. The book is fun, which was what the pulps were meant to be and, in some ways, isn't that more important than all the highbrow literary snobbery that purports to reflect on the human experience? The last chapter was pitch perfect and there's a nice twist concerning the narrator of the story. The narrator laments the fact that "The pulps, the pages where American myths had been born, were gone" as "decency and morality oozed across the nation like black tar and old blood" (leave it to decency and morality to ruin a good thing). By the novel's end, I, too, mourned the heyday of the pulps and was glad I got to spend some time in one. Cross posted at This Insignificant Cinder and Shelf Inflicted

Samuel Dauvier samyjo — It was a cute story, and I loved the history that came along with it, but the ending was quick, unelaborated, and left me wanting more. When i finished, I got an overwhelming sense of "that's it?"