A good friend locked me in her bathroom (oh dear!) and refused to let me out until I read every word of David’ Lynch’s Catching the Big Fish. This during my lunatic phase, and here I am, still alive and no longer a Madman. I’m not suggesting that David Lynch (best known of films like Blue Velvet, Mulholland Drive and The Elephant Man) saved my life, but he certainly played a role in getting me out of Kelly’s bathroom that one time. And he entertained me for a solid 73 minutes with this fast, zen-y, meditative look into the mind of one of the Great Modern American Filmmakers.Greg L's Picks
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These are some of the best short stories I've read in a very long time. There isn't an extra word, or a word out of place in this brutal, complete, and basically perfect collection. It's a shame this is all we get, but it's also a perfect book. A must read.Cale H's Picks
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This Pulitzer Prize winning collection of short stories is one of the most profoundly moving books you will ever read. These stories stay with you long after you are finished reading them.Aaron J's Picks
(Before AIDs, before Stonewall) Think your job blows?! Trade glances with unapologetic former male prostitute-turned-author, John Rechy, as he chums up a living in early 1960s NYC and elsewhere. Dirty, scary, funny.Richard B's Picks
Marlon James is a genius! Poetic and scary. Be brave and read this!Miguel S's Picks
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In his most recent book, Hill departs from “typical” horror to deliver a tale part sci-fi, part dystopian wasteland, part superhero. Set in a world ravaged by a virus, Hill shows how human nature and its inclination to “us” vs. “them” is the true tale of terror.Toni T's Picks
In the late 19th Century in response to brutal oppression anarchists turned to violence in their efforts to bring down the state. "Propaganda of the Deed" as it was dubbed resulted in bombings and assassinations across Europe, resulting in further repression and damaging the anarchist cause.
London has traditionally served as a place of refuge for political exiles. Voltaire, Marx and, Lenin all sought safe haven there. As long as they broke no British laws, they were free to write and say what they pleased. This tolerance infuriates Mr. Vladimir, the new First Secretary of a foreign embassy that the reader assumes to be Russia. Appallingly ignorant and colossally vain, he has a plan to make Her Majesty's subjects take the problem seriously. He summons Verloc, the secret agent of the title, and orders him to begin a series of bombings in order to outrage the British public and force them to adopt draconian measures .
Verloc has spent years in anarchist circles informing on them for the Embassy and the Scotland Yard. It has been easy work, for the anarchists we meet are a feckless bunch, more interesting at sniping at one another than any concrete action. They range from hopeless dreamers to posturing braggarts advocating violent action, as long as someone else puts themselves at risk.
To sum up, Vladimir wants Verloc to set off a real bomb at Greenwich Observatory to outrage the public about a nonexistent threat.
Conrad puts us into the heads of a great many characters, some more good than evil, some not, but all flawed in some basic way. There's a society hostess who has made a pet of one the anarchists, showing him off at her gatherings. There's Ossipon, an ex-medical student who spouts the theories of Lombroso and Nordau and supports himself by sponging off servant girls. The Professor, a chemist turned bombmaker, who carries one of his infernal machines with him at all times, with his hand gripping the trigger, gloating about how he holds the power of life and death over all around him.
You don't need me to tell you Conrad is a great writer and this is a great book. If you haven't read it, please do.
A race to catch a murderer. This story dives into psychological reasoning like Hannibal Lecter and follows vile acts and a trail of blood like Jack the Ripper. It's dark, gritty, messed up, and gripping. It also acts as a reminder that sometimes the reason an action is taken says more than the action itself. Warning: not for the faint of heart.Cynthia G's Picks