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Chasing Nightmares by James R. Kincaid
Chasing Nightmares, deliberately embracing terrors, isn’t what you and I are likely to do. But you and I are not the four central characters in this novel, pretty typical college kids who sense that their lives are so predictable they hardly seem present in them. They are determined not to succumb to the commonplace scripts set out for them, pathways that are so comfortable they might as well be padded, MUSAK softly playing.
So, they set out from Los Angeles, trying hard to find the perilous. They try hard to make themselves unprepared, open, desperate to vivify their minds and senses. They make it only as far as Lake Tahoe and the nearby Donner Pass, where they do succeed in attracting horrors, certainly not the ones they had, despite themselves, anticipated.
But the nightmares they wrap round themselves also contain a good deal more than shivers, and the calls on their resolve demand more than simple courage (or foolhardy consistency). Without knowing how it happened, they are drawn into a different strangeness, asking for and yet reluctant to receive something very much like love
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FORCE JOSEPH STALIN TO BACK DOWN?
China, 1927. Thirty-three-year-old Rayna Prohme, accompanying her left-wing journalist husband, becomes the political confidant and lover of Mikhail Borodin, the Russian commander sent to prop up a failing Chinese revolution. In a bid to continue their love affair, Rayna hatches a plan to accompany Mme. Sun, the widow of the Chinese revolution’s founder, to Moscow. But Moscow doesn’t welcome the women.
WINTER SONG: Poetry by Bobi Sinha-Morey
This
time Bobbi Sinha-Morey gives us a potpourri. Cookie-cutter poems
of mysterious women and her rarely seen neighbor; poems of strangeness
and those that come from deep down in her soul. The stuff of
life. Poems of beauty and love poetry. Poignant human dramas and the
dark side of life. Ones that grow from her sensitive nature. Grim thoughts
that paint the dawn. Often haunting, often prophetic. Her expressive
thoughts so impassioned, so delicately heard. It's a world like
the eclipse of the sun; you want to see it before the sky draws to
a close.
Chasing Nightmares by James R. Kincaid
Chasing Nightmares, deliberately embracing terrors, isn’t what you and I are likely to do. But you and I are not the four central characters in this novel, pretty typical college kids who sense that their lives are so predictable they hardly seem present in them. They are determined not to succumb to the commonplace scripts set out for them, pathways that are so comfortable they might as well be padded, MUSAK softly playing.
So, they set out from Los Angeles, trying hard to find the perilous. They try hard to make themselves unprepared, open, desperate to vivify their minds and senses. They make it only as far as Lake Tahoe and the nearby Donner Pass, where they do succeed in attracting horrors, certainly not the ones they had, despite themselves, anticipated.
But the nightmares they wrap round themselves also contain a good deal more than shivers, and the calls on their resolve demand more than simple courage (or foolhardy consistency). Without knowing how it happened, they are drawn into a different strangeness, asking for and yet reluctant to receive something very much like love
RED YEAR by Jan Shapin
CAN A RED-HAIRED WOMAN FROM CHICAGO SINGLE-HANDEDLYFORCE JOSEPH STALIN TO BACK DOWN?
China, 1927. Thirty-three-year-old Rayna Prohme, accompanying her left-wing journalist husband, becomes the political confidant and lover of Mikhail Borodin, the Russian commander sent to prop up a failing Chinese revolution. In a bid to continue their love affair, Rayna hatches a plan to accompany Mme. Sun, the widow of the Chinese revolution’s founder, to Moscow. But Moscow doesn’t welcome the women.
WINTER SONG: Poetry by Bobi Sinha-Morey
This
time Bobbi Sinha-Morey gives us a potpourri. Cookie-cutter poems
of mysterious women and her rarely seen neighbor; poems of strangeness
and those that come from deep down in her soul. The stuff of
life. Poems of beauty and love poetry. Poignant human dramas and the
dark side of life. Ones that grow from her sensitive nature. Grim thoughts
that paint the dawn. Often haunting, often prophetic. Her expressive
thoughts so impassioned, so delicately heard. It's a world like
the eclipse of the sun; you want to see it before the sky draws to
a close.
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