Kirjahaku

Sinossi Scopr che il piacere dei sensi non consiste, come aveva sempre creduto, in un atto unico. La sensualit pu rivelarsi in ogni gesto, nel modo di accendere una sigaretta, di sbucciare una mela. Il piacere non un'azione, ma uno stato diffuso e continuo: un modo particolare di vedere le cose, che si acquisisce alla nascita e si perde solo quando si muore. Violet Keppel Trefusis, Broderie Anglaise ***** Raccolta di racconti erotici in cui le donne sono consapevoli della loro sessualit e della voglia di trasgredire.

In western New Mexico in 1905 there rode a notorious outlaw from the Mexican border named Henry Coleman. With a Colt .45 strapped to his hip, Coleman (alias Street Hudspeth from the well-to-do Texas family) came to be either despised as a deceitful rustler and ruthless murderer or admired as a man of honor and great courage, a popular and charismatic cowman who was fast with a gun. No one seemed indifferent. In less than a decade, Coleman, who was fluent in Spanish and popular with many of the Hispanics of the area, became as famous in the western part of the state as Billy the Kid was in Lincoln County. Sheriff Elfego Baca of Socorro County, who was careful not to confront Coleman, referred to him as the last of the “bad men of New Mexico.” Especially spellbinding are the recollections of how Coleman came to be associated with several murders. Also intriguing is how he died so violently at the hands of a posse of cattlemen in October 1921. From her ranch on Largo Creek, not far from where Coleman was said to have committed more than one murder, Eleanor Williams worked hard to interview anyone who had known him or had any knowledge of his daring deeds. Williams first published Coleman’s story in the New Mexico Electric News, a monthly electrical co-op magazine, from 1964 to 1965. Award-winning historian Jerry Thompson edited and annotated it with additional historical context; also included is a short biography of Williams by her daughter, Helen Cress.

'This is a beautifully written retelling, demonstrating that some old stories never lose their power to move us.' - Alexander McCall Smith 'Sensual, ambitious, flowing and intimate... [a] warm, [diverse] exploration of mental health, dodgy money and optimism.' - Gwen Davies, adjudication, New Welsh Writing Awards 2022'This is an extraordinary transformation of an ancient narrative into an immediate contemporary vitality. Written with wit, inventiveness, compassion and economy, it persuades us that the step from the chaotic world of the biblical Middle East to modern south Wales is not really all that far.' - Rowan WilliamsI’m getting in touch because Tobias is here. He’s a fine boy: handsome, kind. You and your husband must be so proud of him. He and Az came for supper and are staying the night… They don’t actually know I’m writing to you. I hope you don’t mind...And so begins a secretive, tentative and increasingly affectionate correspondence between two strangers. Edna and Anna are both mothers, both lonely in different ways. When Anna’s son Tobias turns up at Edna’s house in Newport, en route to somewhere else altogether, it seems to be an act of pure serendipitous coincidence.He settles into the heart of this adopted family, healing fractures they hadn’t even acknowledged were there. But he also has a mission to retrieve a fortune on behalf of his ailing father, the difficult and unhappy T.And there is the mysterious Az - beautiful, enigmatic, and mesmerising. His presence is the thread that stitches these two families together and makes them one.