![]() His career does, however, serve as a précis for conservative intellectual adventurism in the twenty-first-century. ![]() He has never come close to inciting violence-although a rather absurd mini-revolt by some employees at his publisher’s Canada office might seem to suggest otherwise-and unless you’re a raw T-bone steak, he is not even vaguely bloodthirsty. Tempting as it is, you can’t blame the good professor for all of white male supremacy’s excesses. ![]() You’ll have to forgive me: I’ve been reading Jordan Peterson. ![]() What remains to be said about Jordan B Peterson? These days, doesn’t he seem like a creature out of time, an impresario for a near-forgotten age that culminated in a cosplay insurgency over which his shadow darkly flitted? Didn’t it feel like those were some of his dudes out there during the Capitol riots in Washington, D.C., among the fulminating furries and gun jocks, the gamers and beta cucks, all driven into violent incoherence by a culture changing at warp speed, moved to reactionary performance art by a dour liberal orthodoxy they hoped could be LOLed into submission? No? ![]()
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Red-brown cloth boards with gilt lettering on spine. First edition in English (previously published in French in the same year as "Des Mont Celestes aux Sables Rouges"). ![]() A 2" wide strip clipped from upper margin of blank front fly leaf. Turkestan solo one womans expedition from the Tien Shan to the Kizil Kum by Ella Maillart. Some light fading and rubbing to cloth on spine and boards.Corners of boards knocked. You can see her photos taken during that period, you can ask for a book Turkestan Solo depicting her travel from Moscow to Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan. ![]() ![]() ![]() I recently re-read this classic 10 years later and I still give the book the same rating this time around, because of the poignant writing. The first time I read this classic, it was assigned reading for an Anthropology class I took when I was a junior in college, back in 2011. 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Written by award-winning African novelist Mariama Ba and translated from the original French, So Long a Letter has been recognized as one of Africa’s 100 Best Books of the 20th Century. ![]() ![]() ![]() You'll explore challenging concepts and practice with applications in computer vision, natural-language processing, and generative models. ![]() Written by Keras creator and Google AI researcher François Chollet, this book builds your understanding through intuitive explanations and practical examples. ![]() Behind this progress is deep learning-a combination of engineering advances, best practices, and theory that enables a wealth of previously impossible smart applications.ĭeep Learning with Python introduces the field of deep learning using the Python language and the powerful Keras library. We went from machines that couldn't beat a serious Go player, to defeating a world champion. We went from near-unusable speech and image recognition, to near-human accuracy. ![]() Machine learning has made remarkable progress in recent years. Purchase of the print book includes a free eBook in PDF, Kindle, and ePub formats from Manning Publications. Deep Learning with Python introduces the field of deep learning using the Python language and the powerful Keras library. ![]() ![]() ![]() Two had been publishing anti-Russian books for years, and the other had no noticeable political colour. Only one of these had any ideological motive. By the time when it came to be written it was obvious that there would be great difficulty in getting it published (in spite of the present book shortage which ensures that anything describable as a book will ‘sell’), and in the event it was refused by four publishers. This book was first thought of, so far as the central idea goes, in 1937, but was not written down until about the end of 1943. This material remains under copyright and is reproduced here with the kind assistance of the Orwell Estate. ![]() Ian Angus found the original manuscript in 1972. Proposed preface to Animal Farm, first published in the Times Literary Supplement on 15 September 1972 with an introduction by Sir Bernard Crick. Home / Orwell / Essays and other works / The Freedom of the Press The Freedom of the Press ![]() ![]() ![]() But something is keeping her awake at night. Until a face from her past returns.Watching over them is grandmother Pearl, tucked away in her little house in Delaney Square. Coco believes men complicate things, and she’s got enough to contend with. Although it’s left her so exhausted that ‘wine o’clock’ comes a little earlier each afternoon… Her sister Coco runs a vintage dress shop and has shied away from commitment over the years. I saved Between Sisters for when I needed something light, warm and easy to read, and for the most part that’s exactly what I got.Ĭassie has spent her married life doing everything right – making sure her children have the perfect life, being a devoted wife and a dutiful daughter-in-law. ![]() Cathy Kelly is gifted at delivering feelgood fiction mixed with contemporary issues, making her a bestselling author many times over. ![]() ![]() ![]() I look forward to the next in the series and hope that the writer and narrator continue their stellar paring. One of my favorite tidbits in this story was that Cath thought to entertain the ghost with an audiobook-apparently a heroine with discerning tastes! Emily Durante did a very good job with the various voices and characterizations, along with good prose reading. I have to admit, I really liked the ghost, and I hope to see more of her, even if it's only in a semi-transparent form. but, even with this to intrigue us, we mostly got a long scene introducing the ghost. ![]() We were given some very tantalizing hints about Cath's grandmother, Ivy, and what she could do, but not enough to know for any certainty what it was. I liked the cozily paranormal aspect and wished more had been explored in this first novel. But, like Charlie Brown and the football, I suspect it will be an unlikely but perpetual hope. ![]() Also, she includes a few that we don't want to spend much time with-neither does the main character, Cath-but these add interest, humor, and another reason to come back for a second book with hopes that the twins will get their comeupance. ![]() MacRae described a town and a number of characters it should be fun to spend time with. As a first book in a series this one sets up a potentially very good cozy series. ![]() ![]() ![]() Garrick Langley is Gradyn Connell, and they both know it. Way.Devlin doesn’t care what this man looks like or that he has a new name. And the biggest kick in Devlin’s gut? This Garrick Langley pretends he doesn’t know Devlin at all.No. ![]() This man is a shell of the man Devlin remembers and hardly looks like the same person. That is, until he walks into his sister’s workplace and comes face to face with the man from his wild weekend in San Francisco.Except, this man is calling himself Garrick Langley. Devlin has never forgotten Gradyn but he has moved on with his life. Dinner afterward leads to another round in bed, and what follows is a weekend together that stirs more emotions than either Devlin or Gradyn ever expected to feel.Fast forward five years. Only, it turns out one hot fuck isn’t enough for either man. ![]() And Gradyn has absolutely no problem getting up to say hello.Devlin knows inviting muscle-bound, tattooed Gradyn to his motel room is the riskiest thing he’s ever done, but there’s something in the man’s warm green eyes that tells Devlin everything will be all right.One explosive encounter in Devlin’s motel room is the plan. One good, hard fuck.After the hell he’s been through, Gradyn knows the young man sitting at the end of the bar-with his sweet nervousness and beautiful face-is just what he needs. Devlin Morgan and Gradyn Connell have one thing on their minds when they meet in a bar one Friday night in San Francisco. ![]() ![]() No, the point is subtler and maybe more novelistic: readers of Luster are signalled right from the first line that Leilani will not only describe the reality of her novel but also define it. The point isn’t that Leilani is trafficking in some kind of hep new-speak involving phone sex you can new-speak until the cows come home, but you can’t have sex with somebody who’s not there with you. ![]() ![]() ![]() The novel’s first line is: “The first time we have sex, we are both fully clothed, at our desks during working hours, bathed in blue computer light.” The ‘we’ here are our two main characters, Edie, a poor twenty-something working stiff at a New York publishing house and Eric, a forty-something married man, and in this opening scene, they’re not even in the same part of town, much less in the same room - so they aren’t having sex. ![]() There’s something telling about the fact that Raven Leilani’s much-hyped debut novel Luster opens with a transparent misstatement of fact - a lie, in other words - about sex. ![]() ![]() The tiny parlor on the edge of one of the least savory neighborhoods in Paris held three chairs and a meager table that served as a desk, a dining surface and a dressing table, and the chairs were barely functional. ![]() During their last enforced move they’d had to relinquish all but their most wretched of furniture. ”Įlinor flopped into the nearest chair, letting out a groan as an errant spring poked her backside. “Told you,” Lydia said with an impish grin far removed from her Madonna smile. Even in this less than felicitous area of town, no one would even think of offering her an insult. ![]() She radiated such an exquisite innocence that no one would dare. None of the landlords and butchers and greengrocers ever took advantage of Lydia’s delicate beauty. He didn’t realize he was being played until the door was firmly closed behind him and Elinor could sneak up the stairs, grateful that she hadn’t had to defend Lydia’s honor if M. Picot was destroyed, awash with apologies and assurances. All Lydia had to do was let tears fill her limpid blue eyes and make her Cupid’s bow mouth tremble and M. Monsieur Picot had no patience for either her or her mother, but her baby sister was a different matter. Elinor Harriman arrived home just as her sister, Lydia, had finished dealing with their landlord, and she ducked out of sight so the old lecher wouldn’t see her. ![]() ![]() The visit with the lawyer had not gone well. ![]() |