The pieces of rocklike wood were located on either side of the manger, like hills. Items requested via Interlibrary Loan will not be displayed in the list of 'Holds' in your account. He would let her into Heaven. Astonished, because wolves were their enemies, they decide to transport the tiny wolf pups to Yellowstone. And her eyes open looking at me. With a new wife and family, Lucas Page has no interest in helping the FBI―except for the fact that the victim was his former partner. Salamanders of torchlight crawled the ironbound beams of the main gate and the surrounding brick walls. Bold and inventive in style, Rechy is unflinching in his portrayal of one hustling “youngman” and his search for self-knowledge within the neon-lit world of hustlers, drag queens, and the denizens of their world, as he moves from El Paso to Times Square, from Pershing Square to the French Quarter. Kehoe took another breath and let it power an even tone. . Nowhere else in the world, I will think later, is there a sky as clear, as blue, as Deep as that. “[Rechy’s] tone rings absolutely true, is absolutely his own. In the days that followed — I dont know exactly how much later — we could smell the body rotting. 9. Where the ceiling had leaked, there are spidery brown outlines. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher. Stunningly storytelling that will capture readers' minds and hearts." . Discuss the following statement: “It’s possible to hate the filthy world and still love it with an abstract pitying love” (p. 280). Each year, my father put up a Nacimiento — an elaborate Christmas scene, with houses, the wisemen on their way to the manger, angels on angelhair clouds. . Before the death of Winnie, there are other memories of loss. And I would jump on their laps too. Deucalion smiled and pronounced the word more clearly than he'd done previously. 3. Critics have praised both his uncanny ear for the cadences and pitch of dialogue and his insight into the deeper recesses of ... Two teenage girls claim that they pregnant—and virgins. Words escaping him on plumes of frosted breath, Nebo said, "Is it custom now to precede a message with a rude remark?" Deucalion stood for a long time without speaking. I called my brother. I long for something miraculous to draw across the sky to stop the wind. The book focuses chapters on locations that the youth visits and certain personages he meets there, from New York City, to Los Angeles, San Francisco and New Orleans. ...) I said: "If Winnie dies —" (She had of course already died, but I didnt want to say it; her body was still outside, and I kept going to see if miraculously she is breathing again.)" Ben's handwritten words conveyed a momentous message in neatly penned blue ink. The characters . The sea. Later, I would be sent out to ask one of our neighbors for a dime — "until my father comes home from work." To withdraw your consent, see Your Choices. I will remember other skies: like inverted cups, this shade of blue or gray or black, with limits, like painted rooms. Around that time my father plunged into my life with a vengeance. Remember Pershing Square and the apathetic palm trees. Page stepped away from the podium, gave a final nod to the class, and wished the students a prosperous Christmas break unfettered by contemplation or purpose. He is a truly gifted novelist.”—Christopher Isherwood“A stunning piece of writing.”—David Bowie“When John Rechy’s first novel, City of Night, appeared in 1963, there had never been anything quite like it. If it hadn’t been so slippery, she might have had better traction. When I brace for the smashing terrible impact, they become soft, and instead of crushing me they envelop me like melted wax. Availability; Description; Reviews; Summaries and Excerpts; Comments; MARC Record; Summary. . What do all their secrets have in common? City of Night was ranked number 22 on a list of the best 100 gay and lesbian novels compiled by The Publishing Triangle in 1999. And then, when I was older, possibly 13 or 14, I was sitting one afternoon on the porch loathing him. —Den of Geek"Classic SF in the mode of Ursula K Le Guin or Octavia Butler....This is a millennial’s novel, featuring young people trying to make their way through an uncaring, corrupt and intermittently violent world....Heartfelt and absorbing fiction." Excerpted from Prodigal Son by Dean Koontz All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. The book therefore has the unmistakable ring of candor and truth.” —The New York Times Book Review, “Rechy’s tone rings absolutely true, is absolutely his own, and he has the kind of discipline which allows him a rare and beautiful recklessness. From my father’s inexplicable hatred of me and my mother’s blind carnivorous love, I fled to the Mirror. And the wind is shrieking into the house — the curtains thrashing at the furniture like giant lost birds, flapping against the walls, and my two brothers and two sisters are running about the beat-up house closing the windows, removing the sticks we propped them open with. One is carrying the child of Christ... ... Two teenage girls claim that they pregnant—and virgins. . Anders is also known for her journalism and activism; she organizes the popular Writers With Drinks series and has written for Salon, The Wall Street Journal, Mother Jones, and many other outlets. . I flick the cockroaches off the walls, stamping angrily on them. I listen to her heart (as I used to listen to my mother’s heart when she was sick so often and I would think she had died, leaving me Alone—because my father for me then existed only as someone who was around somehow; taking furious shape later, fiercely). Nowhere else in the world, I will think later, is there a sky as clear, as blue, as Deep as that. —Library Journal, starred review"Intricate, embracing much of what makes a grand adventure: smugglers, revolutionaries, pirates, camaraderie, personal sacrifice, wondrous discovery, and the struggle to find light in the darkness. The saliva kept coming from the edges of her mouth. . Later, I would be sent out to ask one of our neighbors for a dime—”until my father comes home from work.” Being the youngest and most soulful looking in the family, then, I was the one who went. . When anything went wrong—if anything fell—he was in a rage, hurling hammers, cursing. . “Sure. The adulation of his students was not a reciprocal relationship, and he avoided mingling with them, sometimes to comic lengths. Saved in: Main Author: Koontz, Dean R. 1945-Other Authors: Gorman, Edward. But in the ocean of his hatred, those times of kindness were mere islands. Mr. Rechy writes in an authentic jive-like slang: the nightmare existence is explored with a clarity not often clouded by sentimentality and self-pity. One fell from the wall, spreading its wings — almost two inches wide — as if to lunge at me — and it splashes like a miniature plane on the floor — splut! Sign up for Dean's free newsletter and for news, previews, and more! . —The Guardian"Anders has written a unique book, one that uses tropes found in old-school science fiction to comment on modern side effects of class structures" —Washington Post"Original and gripping...The City in the Middle of the Night may be set light-years away, but it’s likely to hit too close to home." When she started yammering on about its merits, he didn’t have the heart to tell her it had been a joke. What do you think is meant by “the ice age of the heart” (p. 341)? I said: “If Winnie dies—” (She had of course already died, but I didn’t want to say it; her body was still outside, and I kept going to see if miraculously she is breathing again.) That someone had gone through this much trouble to kill one of his people hinted at a larger picture that he was as yet unable to see. She had always been fat, and she had a crazy crooked grin — but she was usually sick: Once her eyes turned over, so that they were almost completely white and she couldnt see — just lay down, and didnt try to get up for a day. The water in the bowl beside her has turned into mud. She hit the speaker button on her keyboard. One saving grace of omnipotent technology was that in any public arena, there were always eyes on the prize. Photographer: William Gardner. . Earlier excerpts had appeared in Evergreen Review, Big Table, Nugget, and The London Magazine. Earlier excerpts had appeared in Evergreen Review, Big Table, Nugget, and The London Magazine. . . To search all libraries (except Halifax Public Libraries), remove your Regional Library under Remove Filters. . Start reading City of Night on your Kindle in under a minute. Just inside the gates, standing in the open-air outer ward, the messenger regarded Deucalion with awe. Is it possible that such a life might bring fulfillment or happiness? "Big Foot," Deucalion said in English, and Nebo laughed, but the messenger did not understand. Page might have let it go if a figure surrounded by FBI parkas hadn’t caught his attention. I asked. Why is this distancing so important to him? Pythagoras knew his shit. The book includes writing about the Cooper Do-nuts Riot, which happened in 1959 in Los Angeles, when the lesbians, gay men, transgender people, and drag queens who hung out at Cooper Do-nuts and who were frequently harassed by the LAPD fought back after police arrested three people, including Rechy. The information below is included in your interlibrary loan request. Being the youngest and most soulful looking in the family, then, I was the one who went. That is the incident of my early childhood that I remember most often. Even during the poorest Christmas we went through when we were kids — and after the fearful times of putting up the Nacimiento — he would make sure we all had presents — not clothes, which we needed but didnt want, but toys, which we wanted but didnt need. The red stone in the gold frame glowed for me more brilliantly than anything has ever since. Even during the poorest Christmas we went through when we were kids—and after the fearful times of putting up the Nacimiento—he would make sure we all had presents—not clothes, which we needed but didn’t want, but toys, which we wanted but didn’t need. “She—s dead, thats all,” my mother answers, “the body just disappears, becomes dirt.”. I made a cross and brought flowers. One of the last touches on the Nacimiento was two pieces of craggy wood, which looked very heavy, like rocks (very much like the piece of petrified wood which my father kept on his desk, to warn us that once it had been the hand of a child who had struck his father, and God had turned the child's hand into stone).

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