Some people called Robert Barnwell Rhett the Father of Secession. This book illuminates Rhett's role in secession's time and passage. It tells of Rhett's interest in secession doctrine as early as 1828 and his outspoken support of disunion fully a quarter-century before 1861.
Rhett first raised the possibility of secession in 1826, well before Calhoun adopted the notion, and would ever after hold fast to his one great idea. In this examination of Rhett's personal and political endeavors, Davis draws upon many newly found sources to reveal the extremism that would make and mar Rhett's adult life."--BOOK JACKET.
Bobby Burns knows he’s a lucky lad. Growing up in sleepy Keely Bay, Bobby is exposed to all manner of wondrous things: stars reflecting off the icy sea, a friend that can heal injured fawns with her dreams, a man who can eat fire. But darkness seems to be approaching Bobby’s life from all sides. Bobby’s new school is a cold, cruel place. His father is suffering from a mysterious illness that threatens to tear his family apart. And the USA and USSR are testing nuclear missiles and creeping closer and closer to a world-engulfing war. Together with his wonder-working friend, Ailsa Spink, and the fire-eating illusionist McNulty, Bobby will learn to believe in miracles that will save the people and place he loves.
Surreal, playful, and always poignant, the prose poems in Jose Hernandez Diaz’s masterful debut chapbook introduce us to a mime, a skeleton, and the man in the Pink Floyd t-shirt, all of whom explore their inner selves in Hernandez Diaz’s startling and spare style. With nods to Russell Edson and the surrealists, Hernandez Diaz explores the ordinary and the not-so-ordinary occurrences of life, set against the backdrop of the moon, and the poet’s native Los Angeles. The TRP Chapbook Series
There he was, below the bridge, half-naked, eyes blazing. He had a pair of burning torches. He ran them back and forth across his skin. He sipped from a bottle, breathed across a torch, and fire and fumes leapt from his lips. The air was filled with the scent of paraffin. He breathed again, a great high spreading flag of fire. He glared. He roared like an animal. That summer, life had seemed perfect for Bobby Burns. But now it's autumn and the winds of change are blowing hard. Bobby's dad is mysteriously ill. His new school is a cold and cruel place. And worse: nuclear war may be about to start. But Bobby has a wonder-working friend called Ailsa Spink. And he's found the fire-eater, a devil called McNulty. What can they do together on Bobby's beach? Is it possible to work miracles? Will they be able to transform the world? A stunning novel from the author of the modern children's classic Skellig - winner of the Carnegie Medal and the Whitbread Children's Book Award. David Almond is also winner of the 2010 Hans Christian Andersen award.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you will kindly give me your attention for a few moments I will be happy to introduce to your favorable notice an entertainer of world-wide fame who will, I am sure, not only mystify you but, at the same time, interest you. You ha
The time has come for a serial killer to strike—and they’re aiming for the Black Horse Campground—in the series from the author of At the Crossroad. With the campground already a crime-scene curiosity, Corrie takes a weekend break from the business just as J. D. Wilder makes his return to the village of Bonney from his home turf of Houston. With Corrie on vacation, he turns his attention to the cold cases they thought were long-solved. Something isn’t adding up. Even though his corrupt former partner is suspected to have killed three local women over the past fifteen years, J. D. can account for the man’s whereabouts during the third murder. And with a fourth grave already dug, he’s convinced that the real serial killer is still at large. A deep dive into Corrie’s and her friends pasts uncovers clues that point to a horrifying possibility: the danger isn’t coming from outside of Bonney, but straight from inside its dark and twisted heart . . .
When Gastón and Valeria’s eyes meet, a new reality is awakened. Gaston forgets, but the look exchanged between them strips everything bare in the face of eternity and he begins to retrace his steps along the path of remembrance. Meanwhile, Juan is searching, although no one, not even Juan himself, knows what he is looking for, yet he has become a master of the art of looking. Valeria, in turn, looks at the world and at Juan and Gastón and finds herself living two realities. One, her everyday world with a boyfriend and with friends like any other group of young women. Her other world is a memory, a Bohemian rhapsody performed by cicadas and narrated by a poet, or an inner voice that sometimes says uncomfortable things and other times penetrates to the essence of the soul. This story features an unusual square in a city that might be any city or might be Córdoba, a blind aunt who can see truth, and ants, many ants. And there is a canine revolution that takes over the city with fleas and dog smell and humping. There’s a birthday party, and there are further paradigms of the ephemeral in this story of true love that extends beyond the boundaries of time and space. Gastón Forgets is in turns tender, dreamlike, enigmatical, painterly, earthy, shocking, grotesque, obscene, thoughtful and lyrical. A parable peopled by metaphorical characters who are perhaps more real than those of the real world, Gastón Forgets will linger like a light in the shadows of your memory, moving you to ponder life, love, time, art, dogs and more, long after you have finished reading it. Warning: Contains strong language and shocking content that some readers may find offensive or disturbing. Warning: Contains philosophy and poetry that may provoke some readers to fall in love, or to think deeply.
She gave him a look that made him feel warm all over. “How would you like to make a survey of the Road for me? All I need is a clear, objective report based on first-hand observation. All the others I commissioned never lived long enough to give me one.” “What was the matter with them, except being dead?” the professor asked nervously. “They got tangled up because they didn’t know how to look at things. I don’t know why I never thought of turning the job over to a scientist before.” “That’s a mistake voters make, too” he allowed modestly, then loosened his collar. “Er, when do you want me to start?” “Right away wouldn’t be to soon.” “Oh! I couldn’t miss my one-thirty class,” he hedged. “You won’t,” she assured him. “That is unless you get drowned in space, chewed up on land or sea, mobbed, or worse.” She ran a hand reassuringly though his hair. “Just do, for my sake, be careful, pet.” Resistance was useless. She was Venus. He was the merest of mortals. Ten minutes later, in spite of all his best efforts, he found himself being borne off through the sky in a chariot drawn by four eagles!
On Nov. 28, 1858, a ship called the Wanderer slipped silently into a coastal channel and unloaded a cargo of over 400 African slaves onto Jekyll Island, Georgia, fifty years after the African slave trade had been made illegal. It was the last ship ever to bring a cargo of African slaves to American soil. The Wanderer began life as a luxury racing yacht, but within a year was secretly converted into a slave ship, and--using the pennant of the New York Yacht Club as a diversion--sailed off to Africa. More than a slaving venture, her journey defied the federal government and hurried the nation's descent into civil war. The New York Times first reported the story as a hoax; as groups of Africans began to appear in the small towns surrounding Savannah, however, the story of the Wanderer began to leak out, igniting a fire of protest and debate that made headlines throughout the nation and across the Atlantic. As the story shifts from New York City to Charleston, to the Congo River, Jekyll Island and finally Savannah, the Wanderer's tale is played out in the slave markets of Africa, the offices of the New York Times, heated Southern courtrooms, The White House, and some of the most charming homes Southern royalty had to offer. In a gripping account of the high seas and the high life in New York and Savannah, Erik Calonius brings to light one of the most important and little remembered stories of the Civil War period.