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Viking. Good. Paperback. 2010. 228 pages. Cover worn.<br>The inimitable William Trevor returns w ith a story of suspicion, guilt, forbidden love and the possibili ty of starting ove… Mehr…

Viking. Good. Paperback. 2010. 228 pages. Cover worn.<br>The inimitable William Trevor returns w ith a story of suspicion, guilt, forbidden love and the possibili ty of starting over. It s summer, and nothing much is happening in Rathmoye. So it doesn t go unnoticed when a dark-haired stran ger begins photographing the mourners at Mrs. Connulty s funeral. Florian Kilderry couldn t know that the Connultys were said to o wn half the town. But Miss Connulty resolves to keep an eye on Fl orian ... and she becomes a witness to the ensuing events. In a c haracteristically masterful way, Trevor evokes the passions and f rustrations in an Irish town during one long summer. Editorial R eviews From Publishers Weekly Starred Review. The tragic consequ ences of a woman's lost honor and a family's shame haunt several generations in Trevor's masterful 14th novel. His prose precisely nuanced and restrained, Trevor depicts a society beginning to lo osen itself from the Church's implacable condemnation of sexual i mmorality. Years ago, Miss Connulty's dragon of a mother forced h er into lifelong atonement after she was abandoned by her lover. Now, in the mid-1950s, middle-aged and forever marked for spinste rhood in her small Irish town, she is intent on protecting Ellie Dillahan, the naïve young wife of an older farmer. A foundling ra ised by nuns, Ellie was sent to housekeep for the widowed farmer, and she is content until her dormant emotions are awakened by a charming but feckless bachelor, Florian Kilderry, who has plans t o soon leave Ireland. Their affair is bittersweet, evoking Floria n's regretful knowledge that he will cause heartbreak and Ellie's shy but urgent passion and culminating in a surprising resolutio n. Trevor renders the fictional town of Rathmoye with the precise detail of a photograph, while his portrait of its inhabitants is more subtle and painterly, suggesting their interwoven secrets, respectful traditions and stoic courtesy. (Sept.) Copyright ® Re ed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rig hts reserved. --This text refers to the hardcover edition. Revie w Trevor is fantastically effective at foreboding; he can make a reader squirm just by withholding the next bit of some long-past anterior action he's been recounting. . . . Love and Summer, the latest item from his venerable suitcase, is a thrilling work of a rt. -- Thomas Mallon, The New York Times Marvellously written, c onsummately plotted. . . . One of the joys of Love and Summer is the perfection of its Irish geography and the wealth of emotions attached to it. . . . As brief and beautiful as summer itself, it is a book to be read and reread, as perfect a thing as our blemi shed world can offer -- The Globe and Mail A triumph of style an d content. -- The Herald Love and Summer is so exquisite I had t o pace myself reading it, so it wouldn't end too soon. -- Belfast Telegraph --This text refers to the hardcover edition. From Boo kmarks Magazine Trevor is a master storyteller, and Love and Summ er exhibits all the hallmarks of his most luminous works: his sta rk and graceful prose; his profound insight into the human heart; and his hauntingly authentic characters, precisely sketched in j ust a few short lines. In Trevor's provincial Ireland, every pers on has a story--a secret hope or a heartache--and he teases them out and weaves them together subtly and seamlessly. Gentle, naïve Ellie is the highlight of this spare and nuanced portrayal of fr agile humans dwarfed by life's circumstances (Philadelphia Inquir er), and while Trevor offers no easy answers or tidy endings, he provides a believable and satisfying denouement. Readers, along w ith the critic from the Boston Globe, will find it hard to leave Rathmoye. --This text refers to the hardcover edition. About the Author William Trevor has won the Hawthornden Prize and he is a four-time nominee for the Man Booker Prize. He received the David Cohen Literature Prize recognizing a lifetime s literary achieve ment, and he was knighted for his services to literature. Born in Michelstown, County Cork, he now lives in Devon. --This text ref ers to the hardcover edition. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission . All rights reserved. 1. On a June evening some years after the middle of the last century Mrs Eileen Connulty passed through th e town of Rathmoye: from Number 4 The Square to Magennis Street, into Hurley Lane, along Irish Street, across Cloughjordan Road to the Church of the Most Holy Redeemer. Her night was spent there. The life that had come to an end had been one of good works and resolution, with a degree of severity in domestic and family mat ters. The anticipation of personal contentment, which had long ag o influenced Mrs Connulty's acceptance of the married state and t he bearing of two children, had since failed her: she had been di sappointed in her husband and in her daughter. As death approache d, she had feared she would now be obliged to join her husband an d prayed she would not have to. Her daughter she was glad to part from; her son - now in his fiftieth year, her pet since first he lay in her arms as an infant - Mrs Connulty had wept to leave be hind. The blinds of private houses, drawn down as the coffin wen t by, were released soon after it had passed. Shops that had clos ed opened again. Men who had uncovered their heads replaced caps or hats, children who had ceased to play in Hurley Lane were no l onger constrained. The undertakers descended the steps of the chu rch. Tomorrow's Mass would bring a bishop; until the very last, M rs Connulty would be given her due. People at that time said the family Mrs Connulty had married into owned half of Rathmoye, an impression created by their licensed premises in Magennis Street, their coal yards in St Matthew Street, and Number 4 The Square, a lodging house established by the Connultys in 1903. During the decades that had passed since then there had been the acquisition of other properties in the town; repaired and generally put righ t, they brought in modest rents that, accumulating, became a size able total. But even so it was an exaggeration when people said t hat the Connultys owned half of Rathmoye. Compact and ordinary, it was a town in a hollow that had grown up there for no reason t hat anyone knew or wondered about. Farmers brought in livestock o n the first Monday of every month, and borrowed money from one of Rathmoye's two banks. They had their teeth drawn by the dentist who practised in the Square, from time to time consulted a solici tor there, inspected the agricultural machinery at Des Devlin's o n the Nenagh road, dealt with Heffernan the seed merchant, drank in one of the town's many public houses. Their wives shopped for groceries from the warehouse shelves of the Cash and Carry, or in McGovern's if they weren't economizing; for shoes in Tyler's; fo r clothes, curtain material and oilcloth in Corbally's drapery. T here had once been employment at the mill, and at the mill's elec tricity plant before the Shannon Scheme came; there was employmen t now at the creamery and the condensed-milk factory, in builders ' yards, in shops and public houses, at the bottled-water plant. There was a courthouse in the Square, an abandoned railway statio n at the end of Mill Street. There were two churches and a conven t, a Christian Brothers' school and a technical school. Plans for a swimming-pool were awaiting the acquisition of funds. Nothing happened in Rathmoye, its people said, but most of them went on living there. It was the young who left - for Dublin or Cork or L imerick, for England, sometimes for America. A lot came back. Tha t nothing happened was an exaggeration too. The funeral Mass was on the morning of the following day, and when it was over Mrs Co nnulty's mourners stood about outside the cemetery gates, declari ng that she would never be forgotten in the town and beyond it. T he women who had toiled beside her in the Church of the Most Holy Redeemer asserted that she had been an example to them all. They recalled how no task had been too menial for her to undertake, h ow the hours spent polishing a surfeit of brass or scraping away old candle-grease had never been begrudged. The altar flowers had not once in sixty years gone in need of fresh water; the mission ary leaflets were replaced when necessary. Small repairs had been effected on cassocks and surplices and robes. Washing the chance l tiles had been a sacred duty. While such recollections were sh ared, and the life that had ended further lauded, a young man in a pale tweed suit that stood out a bit on a warm morning surrepti tiously photographed the scene. He had earlier cycled the seven a nd a half miles from where he lived, and was then held up by the funeral traffic. He had come to photograph the town's burnt-out c inema, which he had heard about in a similar small town where rec ently he had photographed the perilous condition of a terrace of houses wrenched from their foundations in a landslip. Dark-haire d and thin, in his early twenties, the young man was a stranger i n Rathmoye. A suggestion of stylishness - in his general demeanou r, in his jaunty green-and-bluestriped tie - was repudiated by th e comfortable bagginess of his suit. His features had a misleadin g element of seriousness in their natural cast, contributing furt her to this impression of contradiction. His name was Florian Kil derry. 'Whose funeral?' he enquired in the crowd, returning to i t from where he had temporarily positioned himself behind a parke d car in order to take his photographs. He nodded when he was tol d, then asked for directions to the ruined cinema. 'Thanks,' he s aid politely, his smile friendly. 'Thanks,' he said again, and pu shed his bicycle through the throng of mourners. Neither Mrs Con nulty's son nor her daughter knew that the funeral attendance had been recorded in such a manner, and when they made their way, se parately, back to Number 4 The Square they remained ignorant of t his unusual development. The crowd began to disperse then, many t o gather again in Number 4, others to return to their interrupted morning. The last to go was an old Protestant called Orpen Wren, who believed the coffin that had been interred contained the mor tal remains of an elderly kitchenmaid whose death had occurred th irty-four years ago in a household he had known well. The respect ful murmur of voices around him dwindled to nothing; cars drove o ff. Alone where he stood, Orpen Wren remained for a few moments l onger before he, too, went on his way. * Cycling out of the tow n, Ellie wondered who the man who'd been taking photographs was. The way he'd asked about the old picture house you could tell he didn't know Rathmoye at all, and she'd never seen him on the stre ets or in a shop. She wondered if he was connected with the Connu ltys, since it was the Connultys who owned the picture house and since it had been Mrs Connulty's funeral. She'd never seen photog raphs taken at a funeral before, and supposed the Connultys could have employed him to do it. Or he was maybe off a newspaper, the Nenagh News or the Nationalist, because sometimes in a paper you 'd see a picture of a funeral. If she'd gone back to the house af terwards she could have asked Miss Connulty, but the artificial-i nsemination man was expected and she'd said she'd be there. She hurried in case she'd be late, although she had worked it out tha t she wouldn't be. She would have liked to go back to the house. She'd have liked to see the inside of it, which she never had, al though she'd been supplying Mrs Connulty with eggs for a long tim e. It could be the photographs were something the priests wanted , that maybe Father Balfe kept a parish book like she'd once been told by Sister Clare a priest might. Keeping a book would be mor e like Father Balfe than Father Millane, not that she knew what i t would contain. She wondered if she'd be in a photograph herself . When the camera was held up to take a picture she remembered sl ender, fragile-seeming hands. The white van was in the yard and Mr Brennock was getting out of it. She said she was sorry, and he said what for? She said she'd make him a cup of tea. * After h e had spent only a few minutes at the remains of the cinema, Flor ian Kilderry broke his journey at a roadside public house called the Dano Mahoney. He had been interrupted at the cinema by a man who had noticed his bicycle and came in to tell him he shouldn't be there. The man had pointed out that there was a notice and Flo rian said he hadn't seen it, although in fact he had. 'There's pe rmission needed,' the man crossly informed him, admitting when he snapped shut the two padlocks securing the place that they shoul dn't have been left open. 'See Miss O'Keeffe in the coal yards,' he advised. 'You'll get permission if she thinks fit.' But when F lorian asked about the whereabouts of the coal yards he was told they were closed today as a mark of respect. 'You'll have noticed a funeral,' the man said. In the bar Florian took a glass of wi ne to a corner and lit a cigarette. He had had a wasted journey, the unexpected funeral his only compensation, and from memory he tried to recall the images of it he had gathered. The mourners ha d conversed in twos and threes, a priest among them, several nuns . A few, alone, had begun to move away; others had stood awkwardl y, as if feeling they should stay longer. The scene had been a fa miliar one: he had photographed funerals before, had once or twic e been asked to desist. Sometimes there was a moment of drama, or a display of uncontrollable grief, but today there had been neit her. On the other hand, what he had been allowed to see of the c inema was promising. Through smashed glass a poster still adverti sed Idiot's Delight, the features of Norma Shearer cut about and distorted. He'd been scrutinizing them when the man shouted at hi m, but he never minded something like that. The Coliseum the cine ma had been called, Western Electric sound newly installed. A sm ell of frying bacon wafted into the bar, and voices on a radio. S porting heroes - wrestlers, boxers, jockeys, hurlers - decorated the walls, with greyhounds and steeple-chasers. The publican, a f ramed newspaper item declared, had been a pugilist himself, had g one five rounds with Jack Doyle, the gloves he'd worn hanging fro m a shelf behind the bar. 'Give a rap on the old counter if you'd want a refill,' he advise, Viking, 2010, 2.5, Atlantic Monthly Press. Good. 6.25 x 1 x 9.5 inches. Hardcover. 1998. 246 pages. Spine faded. Spine cocked.<br>The nation's leading pol itical satirist traverses the world, exploring the power of money , ruminating on the world's varieties of capitalism and socialism , and offering his own hilarious primer on economics. 150,000 fir st printing. $150,000 ad/promo. Editorial Reviews Amazon com Re view A conservative, prosperous, American journalist gadding arou nd the world laughing at all the ways less successful nations scr ew up their economy--this might not sound like the recipe for a g reat read, unless you're Rush Limbaugh, but if that journalist is P.J. O'Rourke you can be sure that you'll enjoy the ride even if you don't agree with the politics. Although Eat the Rich is subt itled A Treatise on Economics, O'Rourke spends relatively few pag es tackling the complexities of monetary theory. He's much happie r when flying from Sweden to Hong Kong to Tanzania to Moscow, gle efully recording every economic goof he can find. When he visits post-Communist Russia and finds a country that is as messed up by capitalism as it was by Communism, O'Rourke mixes jokes about bl ack-market shoes with disturbing insights into a nation on the ve rge of collapse. P.J. O'Rourke is more than a humorist, he's an e xperienced international journalist with a lot of frequent-flyer miles, and this gives even his funniest riffs on the world's prob lems the ring of truth. From Publishers Weekly Having chewed up and spat out the politically correct (All the Troubles in the Wor ld) and the U.S. government (Parliament of Whores), O'Rourke take s a more global tack. Here, he combines something of Michael Pali n's Pole to Pole, a soupcon of Swift's A Modest Proposal and Keyn sian garnish in an effort to find out why some places are prosper ous and thriving while others just suck. Stymied by the puerile a nd impenetrable prose of condescending college texts, O'Rourke se t forth on a two-year worldwide tour of economic practice (or mal -). He begins amid the moil and tumult of Wall Street (Good Capit alism) before turning to dirt-poor Albania, where, in an example of Bad Capitalism, free market is the freedom to gamble stupidly. Good Socialism (Sweden) and Bad Socialism (Cuba) are followed by O'Rourke's always perverse but often perversely accurate take on Econ 101 (microeconomics is about money you don't have, and macr oeconomics is about money the government is out of). Four subsequ ent chapters reportedly offer case studies of economic principles , except that Russia, Tanzania, Hong Kong and Shanghai all seem t o prove that economic theory is just that. There's lots of tradem ark O'Rourke humor (you can puke on the train, he says of a trip through Russia, you can cook tripe on alcohol stoves and make ree king picnics of smoked fish and goat cheese, but you can't smoke) . There's also the feeling that despite (or maybe because of) his lack of credentials, he's often right. O'Rourke proves that mone y can be funny without being counterfeit. 150,000 first printing; $150,000 ad/promo; 26-city author tour. (Sept.) FYI: Also availa ble as a Random House audio, $18 Copyright 1998 Reed Business In formation, Inc. From Library Journal In his latest, humorist O'R ourke (The Enemies List, LJ 4/15/96) sets out to explain economic s, a discipline he says is little understood because it is (a) co mplex and (b) boring. As if to prove these points, when O'Rourke, normally a funny guy, goes nose-to-nose with hard-core economics things get complicated and, well, a little boring. He atones, th ough, with loopy observations about some of the have and have-not countries he visited in his research for the book. On Russia's s imilarity to the United States: To an American used to cute, fuss y little Western Europe, Russia is like mail from home. News that your dog died, maybe, but news from home nevertheless. And on Ta nzanian wildlife: The Cape Buffalo is just a cow, but a gigantic and furious one?the bovine as superhero, the thing that fantasizi ng Herefords wish would burst upon the scene between feed lot and Wendy's. Dull patches aside, this is not your father's economics text?it's way more fun. Recommended for all public libraries. -? Jim G. Burns, Ottumwa, IA Copyright 1998 Reed Business Informatio n, Inc. From Booklist O'Rourke is supposed to be a conservative humorist. His new book starts out slow, partly because he seems t o be straining to be funny. (These jokes are so strained, you cou ld feed 'em to the baby and so bland the baby wouldn't sue for pa rental malpractice when it grew up.) Well, he is writing on a top ic, economics, that he admits is pretty dull, theoretically, and when he turns to surveying practical economics by means of trips to places that exemplify different economic practices and their g ood and bad outcomes, he and we are both relieved. He starts on t he floor of the New York Stock Exchange to demonstrate Good Capit alism. Chaotic Albania is his example of Bad Capitalism, Sweden o f Good Socialism (though O'Rourke doesn't believe in such a thing ), and Cuba of Bad Socialism. After retreating to the didacticism of the opening chapters to review Econ. 101 for Kicks, he takes us to four places in economic flux: Russia, Tanzania, Hong Kong, and Shanghai. In each, he finds plenty of people affected by the changes who have something to say about them. If the joke quotien t goes down, that of traveler's fascination rises considerably; s o, correspondingly, does interest for readers (the later jokes ar e better, too). O'Rourke finishes with praise for free market cap italism, of course, but that shows him off as more a libertarian than a conservative, doesn't it? Whatever--the book winds up bein g pretty good. Ray Olson Review ...[a] funny, insightful book. - - National Review, Cristopher Rapp ...a delightful collection of anecdotes and one-liners. Those who insist on leavening their en tertainment with social significance can always watch public tele vision. -- The New York Times Book Review, Peter Passell Mr. O'R ourke brings to the task a keen eye for ironic detail and an apho rist's wit.... a charming read. -- The Wall Street Journal, James Taranto From the Back Cover In P. J. O'Rourke's classic best-se ller Parliament of Whores, he attempted to explain the entire Uni ted States government. Now, in his most ambitious book since, he takes on an even broader subject, but one that is dear to us all- wealth. What is it? How do you get it? Or, as P.J. says, Why do s ome places prosper and thrive, while others just suck? The obvi ous starting point is Wall Street. P.J. takes the reader on a sca ry, hilarious, and enlightening visit to the New York Stock Excha nge, explaining along the way stocks, bonds, debentures, commodit ies, derivatives-and why the floor of the exchange is America's l ast refuge for nonpsychotic litterers. P.J. then sets off on a world tour to investigate funny economics. Having seen good capit alism on Wall Street, he looks at bad capitalism in Albania, view s good socialism in Sweden, and endures bad socialism in Cuba. He ad reeling, he decides to tackle that Econ 101 course he avoided in college. The result is the world's only astute, comprehensive, and concise presentation of the basic principles of economics th at can make you laugh, on purpose. Armed with theory, P.J. vent ures to Russia in a chapter entitled How (or How Not) to Reform ( Maybe) an Economy (If There Is One), and discovers that Russia is a wonderful case study-unless, of course, you're Russian. P.J. t hen goes to Tanzania, a country rich in resources that is utterly destitute, before arriving in Hong Kong, which even as the Briti sh prepare to hand it over to the communists is a shining example of how unfettered economic activity can make everything from not hing. P.J. ends up in Shanghai, observing a top-down transition t o capitalism, a process he describes as if the ancient Egyptians had constructed the pyramid of Khufu by saying, 'Thutnefer, you h old up this two-ton pointy piece while the rest of the slaves go get 2,300,000 blocks of stone.' P.J.'s conclusion in a nutshell : the free market is ugly and stupid, like going to the mall; the unfree market is just as ugly and just as stupid, except there's nothing in the mall and if you don't go there they shoot you. Excerpts from Eat the Rich You buy stock because you think other people will think this stock is worth more later than you think i t's worth now. Economists call this - in a rare example of compre hensible economist terminology - the 'Greater Fool Theory.' Speak ing of folly, you can also invest in the commodities market. This is where you buy thousands of pork bellies and still don't know what you're going to have for dinner because, in the first place, you're broke from fooling around in the commodities market and, in the second place, you're not completely insane. You didn't act ually have those pork bellies delivered to your house. What you d id was buy a 'futures contract' from a person who promises to pro vide you with pork bellies in a couple of months if you pay him f or pork bellies today. You did this because you think pork belly prices will rise and you'll be able to resell the delivery contra ct and make out like a . . . perhaps 'make out like a pig' is not the appropriate simile in this case. Of course, if prices fall, you've still got the pork bellies, and won't your spouse be surpr ised? The New Russians are an amazing bunch. The men wear three -piece suits with stripes the width and color used to indicate no passing on two-lane highways. The neckties are as wide as the wi ves. These wives have, I think, covered their bodies in Elmer's G lue and run through the boutiques of Palm Springs, buying whateve r stuck. Omnipresent amid all the frenzy of Shanghai is that fa mous portrait, that modern icon. The faintly smiling, bland yet s omehow threatening visage appears in brilliant red hues on placar ds and posters and is painted huge on the sides of buildings. Som e call him a genius. Others blame him for the deaths of millions. There are those who say his military reputation was inflated, ye t he conquered the mainland in short order. Yes, it's Colonel San ders. The example of efficiency that economists usually give is guns and butter. A society can produce both guns and butter, the y say, but if the society wants to produce more guns it will have to - because of allocation of resources, capital and labor - pro duce less butter. Using this example you'll notice that, at the f ar reaches of gun-producing efficiency, howitzers are being manuf actured by cows. And this is just one of the reasons we can't tak e economists too seriously. Praise for Eat the Rich: A keen ey e for ironic detail and an aphorist's wit.-The Wall Street Journa l A funny, pungent paean to the glory of free enterprise-Kirkus Reviews [O'Rourke's] brilliance is that he gets right to the h eart of things.-The Boston Phoenix </div ., Atlantic Monthly Press, 1998, 2.5, Awa Press. Good. 5.13 x 0.5 x 7.75 inches. Paperback. 2005. 144 pages. Text tanned<br>In this engaging, award-winning book, a n acclaimed art writer journeys through centuries of the painted world-from the luscious fruit of Italy's Caravaggio to the lonely landscapes of New Zealand's Rita Angus, the dazzling panoramas o f America's Lari Pittman and the mysterious tombstones of Japanes e artist On Kawara. Editorial Reviews About the Author Justin P aton is the curator of contemporary art at Dunedin Public Art Gal lery and the winner of the 2006 Montana New Zealand Book Award. ., Awa Press, 2005, 2.5, New York: Signet Books - New American Library, 1963. 252 pp. Signet Book T2106. Illustrated with black and white stills from the movie. Edge and corner wear with minor creasing on the spine; no interior markings. The front cover features a painting of Peter O'Toole as Lawrence from the film, which was made in 1962, directed by David Lean and starring, along with O'Toole, Omar Sharif, Alex Guinness, Anthony Quinn, Jack Hawkins, Jose Ferrer, Anthony Quayle, Claude Rains, Arthur Kennedy, and a host of others, including George Plimpton as an uncredited Bedouin and David Lean himself as an uncredited motorcycle rider. The Chapters are: Revolt in Arabia; In Search of a Prophet; Lawrence Meets Feisal; The Kingmaker's Dream; A Turkish Reverse; Advance in the Hejaz; Wejh Captured; Gathering the Tribes; Abdulla Disappoints; Going it Alone; Akaba Captured; Allenby Meets Lawrence; Railway Raiding; North to Azrak; Failure at Yarmuk; Capture and Torture; Battle at Tafileh; Attempted Abdication; Advance and Withdrawal; Feisal Disowned; Self-Analysis; Clipping the Enemy's Arteries; Massacre and Counter-Massacre; Damascus; Exit and Re-Entry; Confusion in Conference; A Syrian Tragedy; Backing into the Limelight; Atonement in arabia; "Seven Pillars of Wisdom; Reduced to the Ranks; Per Ardua Ad Astra; The Motive; followed by a Bibliography and an Index.. Later Printing. Paperback. Very Good. Movie Edition., Signet Books - New American Library, 1963, 3, Atheneum, 1997. An introduction to the two most important Jewish holidays - Rosh Hashanah, the New Year, and Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. 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