"I am truly sorry, Professor von Igelfeld," she said. "This is no way for a country to treat a distinguished visitor. Shooting a visitor is the height, the absolute height, of impoliteness."
Silly but entertaining novel about a pompous professor and his endless search for the respect he deserves. Although it started out a bit slow, things picked up once he got to Colombia, and I loved the ending.
A memoir in which the author describes being diagnosed with cancer of the jaw at age nine, having a third of her jaw removed, and dealing with how her changed looks affected her and those around her. Grealy is a poet, which shows in her spare, beautiful writing style:
"I spent five years of my life being treated for cancer, but since then I've spent fifteen years being treated for nothing other than looking different from everyone else. It was the pain from that, from feeling ugly, that I always viewed as the great tragedy of my life. The fact that I had cancer seemed minor in comparison."
A thought-provoking book with no room for sentimentality or self-pity.
Short stories from the author of _Election_ and _Little Children._
From Publishers Weekly
Amid the current glut of '70s nostalgia, Perrotta has fashioned a moving cycle of stories that looks past the era's celebrated kitsch to still relevant social and cultural issues and the timeless mysteries of growing up. In 10 tales covering a period from the fall of 1969 to the summer of 1980, he follows the revelations of his narrator, Buddy, from his days as an eight-year-old Cub Scout through his return home from the first year of college. Set in the small New Jersey town of Darwin, these seamless, understated narratives find--in boyhood activities as ordinary as playing sports, riding a bike, taking driver's ed or going to the prom--insights into loneliness, societal violence, sexual identity, racism, mortality and much more. Perrotta eschews sentimentality and overt philosophizing, crafting in Buddy's voice a sensitivity to pregnant moments that remain unexplained and a knack for delicate, unobtrusive metaphor. Forgoing the easy irony of disco and vintage TV, he delivers a convincing portrait of a time of life, illuminating all the profound cruelty and tenderness of adolescence.
Surprising and compelling true crime story. I was amazed how little common sense many of the kids had--it's not until about page 110 or so that a kid says, "You witnessed a murder? Why don't you tell the police?" Some of the adults lacked common sense as well--one of the families' conversations with their relative's lawyer amazed me. I won't say more because I don't want to give too much away.
A vacationing Scotland Yard superintendent agrees to meet with an elderly woman in a Yorkshire pub. She shows him fragile, yellowing papers that are either a clever forgery or an unpublished Brontë work. Can the superintendent solve the mystery before they both get killed?