Hanh Nguyen. The life of a homicide detective is not an easy one, but Det. Our hero finally got closure for the cold case murder of his mother since that killer and the Angels Flight killer turned out to be one and the same.
Post a Comment. Italian Antonio Magaretti is quickly becoming my all time favorite guilty pleasure directors. Unlike his director brethren Mario Bava and Dario Argento, Magaretti wasn't concerned about making critically acclaimed genre films.
Green Briar Review held its first annual Federico Garcia Lorca Poetry Prize judged by Sean Thomas Dougherty, who notes, "In judging the poems submitted for this contest, I looked foremost at language on the level of the line. This was the difference in deciding which poems were most successful. Then at meaning, then at guts.
Torment, as defined by the American Heritage Dictionary, is great pain or anguish, physical or mental. Our consciences, we say, are tormented by the memories of our past misdeeds. Hellfire, too, is torment. Dante draws explicit and implicit distinctions between the punishments of the damned and the punishments of those who will eventually be saved, and that should torment us whenever we want to privilege the suffering of some people over the supposedly lesser suffering of others.
He feels good, though, having sat down and thought it out and making his decision to help Jim with deliberation and good reason. Huck does not argue that he should not go to hell for helping Jim. So why has Judas, over time, been treated as such a heel?
This season, eighteen poets write briefly on some of their favorite new and recent collections. The commentary includes:. There is no American poet writing a more American poetry than David Ferry; and by the measure of Bewilderment: New Poems and Translations, Ferry succeeds again in showing how American poetry belongs to the world.
Taylor Brown. This series may or may not also serve as a confessional for guilty pleasures and hipster novels only the brave would attempt. Feel free to share your own suggestions in the comments section or tweet us WritersBone.
When I first arrived at Princeton University almost fifty years ago, I felt pretty green — far from home and familiar landmarks, physical and intellectual. We had lunch on one of my first days in New Jersey, and I was all ears. Odd-sounding titles for political tracts, I thought, but I tracked them down — and what did I find?