Paul Nolan lives a sometimes blackly comic, sometimes tragic life, that appears completely concerned with sex. Sex as revolt, sex as conquest. Sex as definition. Ironically, sex is the main reason for his failure as a man. He wants to be a good husband and father, but he is driven by obsessions whose roots are unknown, a mystery that is unravelled during a bizarre week that begins with indiscretions in Reno and ends with his exile from home and family in the middle of a party held to sell a surreal outdoor sculpture that appears one morning on his lawn.
An in-depth look at Christopher Nolan, considered to be the most profound, commercially successful director at work today, written with his full cooperation. A rare, revelatory portrait, "as close as you're ever going to get to the Escher drawing that is Christopher Nolan's remarkable brain" (Sam Mendes). In chapters structured by themes and motifs ("Time"; "Chaos"; "Dreams"), Shone offers an unprecedented intimate view of the director. Shone explores Nolan's thoughts on his influences, his vision, his enigmatic childhood past--and his movies, from plots and emotion to identity and perception, including his latest blockbuster, the action-thriller/spy-fi Tenet ("Big, brashly beautiful, grandiosely enjoyable"--Variety). Filled with the director's never-before-seen photographs, storyboards, and scene sketches, here is Nolan on the evolution of his pictures, and the writers, artists, directors, and thinkers who have inspired and informed his films. "Fabulous: intelligent, illuminating, rigorous, and highly readable. The very model of what a filmmaking study should be. Essential reading for anyone who cares about Nolan or about film for that matter."--Neal Gabler, author of An Empire of Their Own: How the Jews Invented Hollywood and Walt Disney, The Biography
Charlie's mother and father work at a Spitfire factory in the fishing port of Hamble. After a run in with a brutal instructor on the naval training ship Mercury, the teenager finds himself on the run from the British navy. His father hooks him up with William - the Captain of the a fishing boat called the White Feather. A few days later, the pair find themselves caught up in the most heroic retreat of WW2 - the Dunkirk evacuation.
Paul Collins' memoir covering the early Punk and Power Pop scenes in Los Angeles and San Francisco in the 1970s. Throughout the 1980s with The Beat, and up to the present day.
In a compelling approach structured as theme and variations, Barbara Sicherman offers insightful profiles of a number of accomplished women born in America's Gilded Age who lost--and found--themselves in books, and worked out a new life purpose around them. Some women, like Edith and Alice Hamilton, M. Carey Thomas, and Jane Addams, grew up in households filled with books, while less privileged women found alternative routes to expressive literacy. Jewish immigrants Hilda Satt Polacheck, Rose Cohen, and Mary Antin acquired new identities in the English-language books they found in settlement houses and libraries, while African Americans like Ida B. Wells relied mainly on institutions of their own creation, even as they sought to develop a literature of their own. It is Sicherman's masterful contribution to show that however the skill of reading was acquired, under the right circumstances, adolescent reading was truly transformative in constructing female identity, stirring imaginations, and fostering ambition. With Little Women's Jo March often serving as a youthful model of independence, girls and young women created communities of learning, imagination, and emotional connection around literary activities in ways that helped them imagine, and later attain, public identities. Reading themselves into quest plots and into male as well as female roles, these young women went on to create an unparalleled record of achievement as intellectuals, educators, and social reformers. Sicherman's graceful study reveals the centrality of the era's culture of reading and sheds new light on these women's Progressive-Era careers.
This book is a love story that relates how two young people of different religions came together, and overcame the differences to enter a happy and loving marriage. When I first conceived the idea of writing, it was to expound on the subject of anti-Semitism. I soon learned the amount of books on this old subject was monumental, and so I decided to turn it into fiction. However, within the context of the book, I endeavor to bring out the messages I wish to express to anyone willing to read this. Hatred has become vogue, and it has spread across the modern world with a vengeance not seen in many a year. I have been astounded at the gullibility of people who subscribe to hate, and the injustices they are able to commit in its name. My primary focus, although on anti-Semitism, has been embellished by knowledge of modern day genocide in many more countries than one would imagine. I have included some of this information in the text. Some of the killing, especially in Africa, has subsided, but hatreds are popping up anew in other areas. In Russia, for example, ethnic people of darker skin are being attacked, and in some cases murdered by thugs who have nothing better to do with their lives. The most visible, and the largest hate group appears to be the militant Muslims who see the entire world under Islam. The lies being taught to their young will be a very long time in dying, if ever. As usual, it is America (America the beautiful) who is leading the fight against terrorism throughout the world, but it is an uphill battle. Politics here at home as well as world politics and greed make the task more difficult. One would think as the world grows smaller and becomes more global in the relationships of the worlds countries to each other that there would be more enlightenment. However, it seems we keep making the same mistakes over and over again. I want to believe in the All Mighty; that there is a whatever watching over us, and interceding when man goes too far with evil actions. Perhaps God is very present, and doing His thing, but we dont recognize or understand it. Perhaps the Lord moves in mysterious ways his wonders to perform. Until I am convinced he is not there, Ill go on believing because I want him to be there for us. No one religion is all right or all wrong. Consequently, we must not harbor (in our hearts) hatred for those who are different from us for they are our brothers. My wish (my prayer) is to bring the world to its senses, and I only wish I could live to see the day when man will accept man as his brother, and when they will beat their swords into pruning hooks and plowshares. Then, and then only, hatred will die, and there will be no more wars.
