In retrospect, certain essays stand out as germi nal. It is held together with an introduction and headnotes situating the essays in the larger critical dialogue, it includes a sampling of reviews and opinions by such notables as Margaret Laurence and Margaret Atwood, and the selections are such that the essays do benefit from being read together and do create a sense ofprogressive development of the dialogue. The collection is effective as a book in several respects. Among the seventeen critical essays, I see only three that might have been spared as synoptic, redundant, or weak, and I would have added only one or two others. His criteria, “those that best represent certain phases of criticism” and those “outstanding for their quality as literary criticism” have admitted most essays to which scholars would want ready access. 238 pages, $45.00/ $16.95.) David Stouck has put together a well-conceived selection of major critical statements about one of Canada’s most respected and critically scrutinized novels. (Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 1991. Reviews SinclairRoss’sAs For Me and MyHouse: FiveDecadesofCriticism. In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:
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The world is vast and with so many books loosely connected through the universe, almost everyone touches on characters or plots the reader has seen before. First, I enjoy the Discworld universe immensely. At its heart, this is a reluctant hero novel with a dash of religious satire.Īs a reader, I love this for many reasons, some very personal. Even his own god notes Brutha’s “not the chosen one I would have chosen” as they adventure together. And as much as his own religion has processed away from him, his prophets seem to be running amok as well. AS the story progresses, the reader learns more of the Great God Om (holy horns) and how the god’s religion seems to have gotten away from him a bit. The main character, Brutha, is seen as a dimwitted novice by all who meet him, even the god he claims to worship. “Small Gods” is comedy, religious satire, and an interesting social commentary on organized religion (easily read as Catholicism) set in his Discworld universe. Sir Terry Pratchett is a master of the craft and Small Gods is one of his best works. My gods, one of my favorite books ever and one I go back to reread at least once a year. Until one day he hears the voice of a god calling his name. Like Brutha, a simple lad who only wants to tend his melon patch. Where the strangest things happen to the nicest people. “Lost in the chill deeps of space between the galaxies, it sails on forever, a flat, circular world carried on the back of a giant turtle- Discworld -a land where the unexpected can be expected. These translational studies are complemented by a robust portfolio of phase I/II trials examining novel immunotherapy combinations Our current research focus is to elucidate predictors of response and resistance to immune checkpoint inhibitors. My early efforts in this regard have focused on exploring the activity of immune checkpoint inhibitors among patients with oncogene-driven lung cancers. More recently, I have worked to transfer the same clinical-translational research framework pioneered in targeted therapies to the immunotherapy setting. To complement these efforts, I have also led efforts to define the molecular mechanisms of resistance to targeted therapies. Currently, I am the principal investigator of multiple clinical trials evaluating novel targeted therapies among patients with oncogene-driven lung cancers, with a particular focus on oncogenic fusions involving anaplastic lymphoma kinase (ALK) and RET. My major research interests have centered around two themes: targeted therapy and immunotherapy. I am the Director of the Center for Thoracic Cancers at the Massachusetts General Hospital (MGH), Director of Targeted Immunotherapy in the Henri and Belinda Termeer Center for Targeted Therapies, and Co-Leader of the SU2C Lung Cancer Dream Team. Assistant in Medicine, Medicine, Massachusetts General Hospital. Associate Professor, Medicine, Harvard Medical School. The three teenagers are made vulnerable by their struggles with their sense of belonging, and darkness lies ahead. His cynicism provides the anchor she needs when the charming Renault tries to convince her she is one of the special Amethyst Children and draw her into his cult. She also meets Johnny, an older boy with an artistic bent and nihilistic attitude. Amber is fascinated by Dowdie’s way of life, but also keen to show her new friend that she is not someone to be pigeon-holed. Bored and hanging around in the summer holidays, she first meets Dowdie, an outspoken girl who lives with her mother in a commune led by the mysterious and charismatic James Renault. It is a design that aptly matches the text. It has one of those covers that entices you with richness and sparkle and it is only after staring at it a while that you can see small hints at something sinister in the doodled design. Perhaps I am a magpie at heart… I couldn’t help picking up this book at Sarah’s reading of it at Eastercon earlier this year, just to look at it. Published in Issue 25 of Visionary Tongue, Winter 2008. Women must seek and provide authentic communication and feedback.
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They often invited me along on their dates, but I had no interest in being a third wheel. Since Jared attended the University of Chicago, he didn’t hang around our campus much. Tate and I studied together and went out once in a while. He put on a macho act, but that was all it was. Plus, over the past couple of months, I’d grown to like Jared a lot. While it was lonely around the dorm when she went home-I still hadn’t really made any friends-I couldn’t begrudge them the time they spent together. Most weekends they traveled back to Shelburne Falls to visit her dad and for them both to race at the Loop-whatever that was. When Tate wasn’t in our room or the library, she was at Jared’s apartment in the city.Īt first she tried only staying there on the weekends-respecting her father’s wishes and all-but now it had become more frequent. When I wasn’t in my room or at class, I was in the library. Neither of us had a job, but school kept us rocking around the clock. |