Terence Clarke

Pablo Neruda perdido en Los AndesPr logoPablo Neruda estaba a n en el podio luego de recibir el Premio Nobel de Literatura, y mir el medall n dorado que ahora hab a en su mano, ese trozo de metal que tantos anhelaban, en una de cuyas caras ven a grabado el bondadoso perfil del inventor de la dinamita.Los aplausos hab an sido tan entusiastas de su figura como cab a esperar de parte de esa audiencia, vestida toda ella de etiqueta y de manera conservadora, representativa del gran mundo de las letras, el mismo que acababa de concederle el galard n m s prestigioso que ning n individuo dentro de ese mbito pod a recibir. El sal n se ergu a por encima de ella con toda su pompa y su augusta grandeza, iluminado para enfatizar la solemne felicitaci n que su obra le hab a granjeado.Pablo rebusc nerviosamente en su discurso. Hablar a ciertamente de poes a y de su devoci n por los versos. Y de pol tica, eso seguro, y su adhesi n para muchos controvertida al comunismo, aunque en ese momento, el a o de 1971 (tan tarde en su vida), y all en Estocolmo (tan lejos de todo), lo que verdaderamente quer a decir era algo m s; algo de lo que esa gente no sab a nada y l, en cambio..., bueno, lo sab a absolutamente todo. Les dir lo que han venido a o r, pens . Pero ahora... ahora..."Mi discurso ser una larga traves a..."Se palp la solapa del frac, echando un vistazo a la flor en su ojal y alisando unos segundos la propia solapa, ensayando una ltima vez en su mente el discurso que iba a darles."... un viaje m o por regiones, lejanas y ant podas, no por eso menos semejantes al paisaje y a las soledades del norte..."Las frases acud an de una en una a su mente. S , claro. La huida."Hablo del extremo sur de mi pa s..."El extremo sur, pens . Pero m s incluso del inmediato flanco al Este, de la Cordillera de los Andes y sus aterradoras monta as..., monta as amantes y espectrales, tan brutales, tan espl ndidas..., que sin muchos remilgos se tornan implacables."Tanto y tanto nos alejamos los chilenos hasta tocar con nuestros l mites el Polo Sur, que nos parecemos a la geograf a de Suecia, que roza con su cabeza el norte nevado del planeta..."En este punto sonri , disfrutando de la loca met fora que acababa de acu ar. Igual su respiraci n comenz a acelerarse. De pronto, le pareci estar de nuevo en peligro, al evocar todo aquello."Por all , por aquellas extensiones de mi patria...", sinti su voz afirm ndose para la ocasi n, su propio anhelo de contar la historia, "adonde me condujeron acontecimientos ya olvidados en s mismos, hay que atravesar, tuve que atravesar", puso una de sus manos en su pecho, "la cordillera de los Andes".

During a stay in Paris in 1957, an American girl Clara Foy learns that her mother Lauren had an illegitimate child when she was a teenager living in California. The little girl was immediately given up for adoption. For Lauren and her family, this was a scandalous event that has been kept a guarded secret until the present moment, when the lost little girl comes onto the scene, now a young Parisian woman named Emma Dusel. Her identity fills Clara with complicated expectations, especially when she learns that Emma's resentment of Lauren and the abandonment she represents has almost destroyed Emma's life. With the aid of Emma's birth father, an Irish painter now living in Paris named Jack Roman (with whom Lauren has fallen in love once more despite the deep threat that that brings to her own marriage and family), Clara attempts to bring about a reconciliation between her new sister and her mother. The effort puts Clara's own relationship with her mother in jeopardy, the woman Clara loves more than anyone else.

For Pearse, an Irish-Catholic kid during the 1950s in San Francisco's North Beach, growing up is not an easy task. He serves morning mass at Saints Peter and Paul church, takes Sunday "tours" with his grandfather M.J. to Blum's Cafe for lemon-crunch cake, swims at the local Crystal Plunge..... But when tragedy hits the family, Pearse starts to doubt all he has accepted, including his religious upbringing. Outside the church doors he discovers a new, fascinating life: that of the beatniks, full of spontaneity and abandon. He is drawn especially to the unruly crowd in the Caffe Trieste, where he samples bitter espresso and listens to revolutionary poetry -- all against his parents' orders.

In the matter of race in the United States, reconciliation is sought, while confrontation is shunned. This formula has not worked. An Arena of Truth tells of a remarkable educational project designed by Dr. Peter Kranz, that, if further implemented now, everywhere, could do much to resolve the racism that plagues this country.The core element of the project is racial confrontation.In his foreword to the book, Dr. Price M. Cobbs, who co-wrote Black Rage, writes: "This book shows Kranz's courage, and that of his students, as pioneers and meticulous architects in the development and implementation of an authentic conversation about race.

See the view from the High Line, find love in Central Park, dance with the finest ballerina of the century, and feel the artistic pulse of Williamsburg, Brooklyn...all in New York."Clarke's enjoyable collection captures an authentic charm....new takes on classic stories of New York by Salinger or Capote--fine company, all in all." -Kirkus Reviews

Turnaround Creek, outback Australia, Boxing Day, 1945. The dust and inertia settle on the town as Harold Slocum of Slocum's Travelling Tent Show becomes stranded in the town, emotions run high and the sedentary life of the town is distributed into wakefulness by the remembrance of an illicit affair.