On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous is a letter from a son to a mother who cannot read. Written when the speaker, Little Dog, is in his late twenties, the letter unearths a family's history that began before he was born — a history whose epicenter is rooted in Vietnam — and serves as a doorway into parts of his life his mother has never known, all of it leading to an unforgettable revelation. At once a witness to the fraught yet undeniable love between a single mother and her son, it is also a brutally honest exploration of race, class, and masculinity. Asking questions central to our American moment, immersed as we are in addiction, violence, and trauma, but undergirded by compassion and tenderness, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous is as much about the power of telling one's own story as it is about the obliterating silence of not being heard. With stunning urgency and grace, Ocean Vuong writes of people caught between disparate worlds, and asks how we heal and rescue one another without forsaking who we are. The question of how to survive, and how to make of it a kind of joy, powers the most important debut novel of many years.

From her place in the store, Klara, an Artificial Friend with outstanding observational qualities, watches carefully the behavior of those who come in to browse, and of those who pass on the street outside. She remains hopeful that a customer will soon choose her, but when the possibility emerges that her circumstances may change forever, Klara is warned not to invest too much in the promises of humans. In Klara and the Sun, Kazuo Ishiguro looks at our rapidly changing modern world through the eyes of an unforgettable narrator to explore a fundamental question: what does it mean to love?

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous is a letter from a son to a mother who cannot read. Written when the speaker, Little Dog, is in his late twenties, the letter unearths a family's history that began before he was born — a history whose epicenter is rooted in Vietnam — and serves as a doorway into parts of his life his mother has never known, all of it leading to an unforgettable revelation. At once a witness to the fraught yet undeniable love between a single mother and her son, it is also a brutally honest exploration of race, class, and masculinity. Asking questions central to our American moment, immersed as we are in addiction, violence, and trauma, but undergirded by compassion and tenderness, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous is as much about the power of telling one's own story as it is about the obliterating silence of not being heard. With stunning urgency and grace, Ocean Vuong writes of people caught between disparate worlds, and asks how we heal and rescue one another without forsaking who we are. The question of how to survive, and how to make of it a kind of joy, powers the most important debut novel of many years.

Glen Runciter está muerto. ¿O lo están todos los demás? Lo que es seguro es que alguien ha muerto en una explosión organizada por los competidores de Runciter. De hecho, sus empleados asisten a un funeral. Pero durante el duelo comienzan a recibir mensajes descorcentantes, e incluso morbosos, de su jefe. Y el mundo a su alrededor comienza a desmoronarse de un modo que sugiere que a ellos tampoco les queda mucho tiempo. Esta mordaz comedia metafísica de muerte y salvación (que podrá llevar un cómodo envase) es un tour de force de amenaza paranoica y comedia absurda, en la cual los muertos ofrecen consejos comerciales, compran su siguiente reencarnación y corren el riesgo continuo de volver a morir.

'The world's most controversial classicist debunks our movie-style myths about the Roman town with meticulous scholarship and propulsive energy ... scrutinising and animated in equal measure' Laura Silverman, Daily Mail .WINNER OF THE WOLFSON HISTORY PRIZE 2008 'The world's most controversial classicist debunks our movie-style myths about the Roman town with meticulous scholarship and propulsive energy' Laura Silverman, Daily Mail The ruins of Pompeii, buried by an explosion of Vesuvius in 79 CE, offer the best evidence we have of everyday life in the Roman empire. This remarkable book rises to the challenge of making sense of those remains, as well as exploding many the very date of the eruption, probably a few months later than usually thought; or the hygiene of the baths which must have been hotbeds of germs; or the legendary number of brothels, most likely only one; or the massive death count, maybe less than ten per cent of the population.An extraordinary and involving portrait of an ancient town, its life and its continuing re-discovery, by Britain's favourite classicist.

In una cala rocciosa della baia di Hakata, i corpi di un uomo e di una donna vengono rinvenuti all’alba. Entrambi sono giovani e belli. Il colorito acceso delle guance rivela che hanno assunto del cianuro. Un suicidio d’amore, non ci sono dubbi. La polizia di Fukuoka sembra quasi delusa: niente indagini, niente colpevole. Ma, almeno agli occhi di Torigai Jutaro, vecchio investigatore dall’aria indolente e dagli abiti logori, e del suo giovane collega di Tokyo, Mihara Kiichi, qualcosa non torna: se i due sono arrivati con il medesimo rapido da Tokyo, perché mai lui, Sayama Ken’ichi, funzionario di un ministero al centro di un grosso scandalo per corruzione, è rimasto cinque giorni chiuso in albergo in attesa di una telefonata? E perché poi se n’è andato precipitosamente lasciando una valigia? Ma soprattutto: dov’era intanto lei, l’amante, la seducente Otoki, che di professione intratteneva i clienti in un ristorante? Bizzarro comportamento per due che hanno deciso di farla finita. Per fortuna sia Torigai che Mihara diffidano delle idee preconcette, e sono dotati di una perseveranza e di un intuito fuori del comune. Perché chi ha ordito quella gelida, impeccabile macchinazione è una mente diabolica, capace di capovolgere la realtà. Non solo: è un genio nella gestione del tempo. Con questo noir dal fascino ossessivo, tutto incentrato su orari e nomi di treni – un congegno perfetto che ruota intorno a una manciata di minuti –, Matsumoto ha firmato un’indagine impossibile, ma anche un libro allusivo, che sa con sottigliezza far parlare il Giappone.

In una cala rocciosa della baia di Hakata, i corpi di un uomo e di una donna vengono rinvenuti all’alba. Entrambi sono giovani e belli. Il colorito acceso delle guance rivela che hanno assunto del cianuro. Un suicidio d’amore, non ci sono dubbi. La polizia di Fukuoka sembra quasi delusa: niente indagini, niente colpevole. Ma, almeno agli occhi di Torigai Jutaro, vecchio investigatore dall’aria indolente e dagli abiti logori, e del suo giovane collega di Tokyo, Mihara Kiichi, qualcosa non torna: se i due sono arrivati con il medesimo rapido da Tokyo, perché mai lui, Sayama Ken’ichi, funzionario di un ministero al centro di un grosso scandalo per corruzione, è rimasto cinque giorni chiuso in albergo in attesa di una telefonata? E perché poi se n’è andato precipitosamente lasciando una valigia? Ma soprattutto: dov’era intanto lei, l’amante, la seducente Otoki, che di professione intratteneva i clienti in un ristorante? Bizzarro comportamento per due che hanno deciso di farla finita. Per fortuna sia Torigai che Mihara diffidano delle idee preconcette, e sono dotati di una perseveranza e di un intuito fuori del comune. Perché chi ha ordito quella gelida, impeccabile macchinazione è una mente diabolica, capace di capovolgere la realtà. Non solo: è un genio nella gestione del tempo. Con questo noir dal fascino ossessivo, tutto incentrato su orari e nomi di treni – un congegno perfetto che ruota intorno a una manciata di minuti –, Matsumoto ha firmato un’indagine impossibile, ma anche un libro allusivo, che sa con sottigliezza far parlare il Giappone.

Glen Runciter está muerto. ¿O lo están todos los demás? Lo que es seguro es que alguien ha muerto en una explosión organizada por los competidores de Runciter. De hecho, sus empleados asisten a un funeral. Pero durante el duelo comienzan a recibir mensajes descorcentantes, e incluso morbosos, de su jefe. Y el mundo a su alrededor comienza a desmoronarse de un modo que sugiere que a ellos tampoco les queda mucho tiempo. Esta mordaz comedia metafísica de muerte y salvación (que podrá llevar un cómodo envase) es un tour de force de amenaza paranoica y comedia absurda, en la cual los muertos ofrecen consejos comerciales, compran su siguiente reencarnación y corren el riesgo continuo de volver a morir.

The author writes in his introduction that evening is the magical moment to wander about Rome: "That is the moment to see the city of conflicting moods as it always has been and still is, hateful and holy, wicked and wise, pagan and papal, sometimes so beautiful that it is scarcely to be endured, and always quite inscrutable. That is the supreme moment to rhapsodize and pay homage, to make the final assault upon the hidden secret of Rome's eternal decay, and to be deliciously deceived… The early morning on the other hand is more to our purpose, for it is not at all romantic." The early morning serves to light for Lees-Milne the eight Roman buildings–from the somber Pantheon first built by Marcus Agrippa in 27 B.C. to the Trevi fountain, whose waters were brought to Rome via aqueduct by the same Agrippa, but whose completion had to await the eighteenth century–that are in the author's opinion the chef architectural monuments of the city. All of them, he says, are powerful archetypes, and two among them, the Pantheon and the Tempietto, have individual features that are reflected in practically every town in Europe, the British Commonwealth, and America.