The Pilot: A Tale of the Sea is a historical novel by James Fenimore Cooper. Its subject is the life of a naval pilot during the American Revolution. The hero of the book is John Paul Jones, who appears as always brooding upon a dark past and a darker fate. Yet he is not so morbid but that he can occasionally rouse himself to terrific activities in his raids along the English coast. Another character is Long Tom Coffin, of Nantucket, comparable to Harvey Birch and Natty Bumppo from Cooper\'s other novels. Views: 633
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School is over, and now Stacey, her boyfriend Jacob, and their friends have rented a beach cottage for the summer. No more stress, secrets, or stalkers. But then Stacey's nightmares return—predicting the cruel death of Clara, a mysterious girl with a secret.
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Before the name became a legend. Before the boy became the man. Meet Bond. James Bond.
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As if she needed yet another reason to shop, Queen of the Vampires Betsy Taylor is in the middle of planning the perfect wedding to drop-dead gorgeous vamp Eric Sinclair. And she’s not about to let little things like death and blood-drinking get in her way. But all is not bouquets and bridal showers—Betsy is plagued by ghosts who demand her help in rectifying their past mistakes, and a serial killer is on the loose. With his victims all being tall, blond women, Betsy fits the profile exactly… Views: 631
If passing through youth
was like crossing the mirage of life for Chandra and Nithya, it proved to be
chasing the mirage of love for Sathya and Prema though for plain Vasavi,
Chandra's pitiable sibling, it was the end of the road.As life brings Chandra,
who suffers from an inferiority complex for his perceived ugliness, and Nithya,
who was bogged down being jilted by Vasu, together, they script their fate of
fulfillment.And as poetic justice
would have it, Sathya, who caused Prema's heartburn, himself was led down the
garden path by Kala, doing a Sathya on Sathya.Just not that, life has
in store just deserts for Vasu owing to Nithya's retribution as he tries to
stalk her. Besides, after many a fictional twist and turn, the way the story
ends, challenges the perception that fact is stranger than fiction.Sign Posts to CrossShackles on PsycheEnd of the TetherBurden of FreedomOnto the TurfRespite by DeathLessons of LifeNaivety of LoveDilemma of DisclosurePerils of YouthAbsurd ProposalCrossing the MirageSetting the PaceOasis of BlissBusy bees in HoneycombTwist in the TaleLove in the BindTurn for the WorseShadows to the ForeSpurring on to ErrTempting the FateStooping to ConquerFouling the SoulPoetic JusticeAgony of PenitenceEmbrace of LoveLife of a KindJust desertsBook excerpt for a feel of its literary style:Shackles on PsycheYouth is the mirror that tends us to the reality
of our looks. The reflections of our visages that insensibly get implanted in
our subconscious lend shape to our psyche to define the course of our
life. This is the saga of Chandra’s chequered
life that mirrors this phenomenon in myriad ways.As perceived by the deprived, he had a fortunate
birth. Yadagiri, his father, was the prominent pearl merchant in Hyderabad - Deccan,
the seat of the Nizam’s power in undivided India. The patronage of the royals
and the nobles alike, helped add gloss to his pearls making him the nawab of
the trade. Besides, Princely Pearls, his outlet near the Charminar, was a draw
with the rich, out to humor their wives and adorn the mistresses. When
Anasuya, Yadagir's wife, was expecting her second issue, trouble brewed in
Telangana, the heart of the Nizam’s province. While his subjects' surge to free
themselves from his yoke clashed with the Nizam’s urge to keep his gaddi,
Sardar Patel's plans for a pan India was at odds with his designs to retain the
Deccan belt as his princely pelf.‘With a go
by to the nobility,’ Yadagiri tried to envision his future, ‘it could be
shutters down at the Princely Pearls.’Thus, at the prospect of the momentous merger,
even as the populace got excited, he was unnerved perceiving a slowdown in his
trade. Confounding him further, as the impending merger was on the cards,
Anasuya's delivery time neared .‘Should it
be a girl again,’ he thought, ‘it would be only worse. Why, without a boy, what
of the surname?’Soon, as his wife was moved to the hospital, he
was rattled by the prospect of her delivering another daughter. But, as it
turned out, his fears proved to be liars on both counts.Anasuya delivered Chandra, the very day the
Nizam, courtesy Sardar, capitulated to the Delhi sarkar. And soon, the nouveau
riche, from the business class, began to outshine the old nobility, pearl
for pearl. Buoyed by the bottom line, Yadagiri dreamt of building a pearl
empire for his son in the Republic of India. While Anasuya lavished upon
Chandra the affection due to a son born after one gave up, Vasavi, his sister,
running ten then, found in her brother a soul to dote upon. Thus, toasted by
his parents and pampered by his sibling, Chandra had a dream childhood.But, when he entered adolescence, the realities
of life began to confound him to his discomfort. Coaxed by his father to excel
at studies, he was perplexed for the lack of aptitude. What's worse, the antics
of his classmates made him hapless -- they marginalized him at playtime, for
his lack of reflexes, and, for want of grace, targeted him at fun-time. Well,
to cap it all, the snide remarks of the have-nots, that he chose his father
well, induced in him a vague sense of inadequacy.As if all this was not enough for his tender
psyche to cope up with, he had to contend with the sternness of the paternal
strictness. Thus, it was only time before the seeds of alienation towards his
father were sown in his impressionable mind. But the support he got from his
sister and the solace he felt in his mother’s lap helped soothe his ruffled
feelings a little. In time, he reached the threshold of youth, but couldn’t
cross the despair of adolescence.Oblivious of the possibilities of life, man goes through
his journey of disarray, in the itinerary of the past, chasing the mirages of
malady even amidst the sands of hope. And that despairs him forever.Into his puberty, as his biology induced in him
sexual curiosity, owing to his ungainliness, his youthful urge for reciprocity
remained unfulfilled. Being naïve to the feminine nuances, his eyes couldn’t
comprehend the emanations of their indifference. When in dismay, as he turned
to the mirror for a clue, the reflections of his self-doubts stared him in his
face. Yet, goaded by desire, he ogled women but to no avail. And as he went
back to the mirror to reassess his self-worth, the craft of man wouldn’t oblige
where nature’s device deluded him. Thus, being in a limbo, he came to be
haunted for being unwanted.Besides, as his sexual urge got augmented, his
eyes became the instruments of dissection of the maiden form. Though bowled
over by females, he was unable to interest them himself. Intrigued by their
manner, he turned his focus onto those to whom they were drawn. And soon he
realized that though the nominators of female admiration varied, the common
denominator of male appeal appeared to be the dashing.As a corollary to his discovery, he shed his
inhibitions and psyched himself to make a pass at a fancied lass. But in a
reproach, governed by vanity, she said that she doubted his acquaintance with
the looking-glass. Sadly, that fatal tease came to shape his outlook about his
own looks to his detriment. Disdained thus, he shunned maidens and mirrors
alike.Once when his father reprimanded him for his
unkempt hair, he entrusted its upkeep to his sister’s care. And as she said, in
jest, that his porcupine hair needed tins of oil to be tamed, as a way out he
went for a crew cut. Though it was in the fashion then, he invited ridicule of
all for the same reason. Belittled thus, he became a recluse.Perturbed by his proclivities, Anasuya alerted
Yadagiri who dismissed it all as the tentativeness of youth, and advocated patience
to let it pass. Unconvinced though, Anasuya suborned her female instinct for
‘action’ to the ‘inaction’ of her master’s wisdom. But, as Chandra began to
even lose his appetite, her motherly love could take it no more. Thus, she took
her son to the family physician and, on prescription, put him on Liv-52.As that too failed to enhance her son’s appetite,
the mother was at a loss, and it showed. However, the women of the neighborhood
read it all wrong and gossiped on that count.“An unwed daughter of twenty-eight,” opined a
sympathetic soul, “surely is a sore.”“No less an eyesore,” said another.“What can be done,” said a fair-skinned, “when
the girl is so dark?”“Don’t tell me,” said a know-all. “She got her
chances but Yadagiri rode the high horse then.”“That’s the trouble with us,” philosophized a
bluestocking. “We aspire for more than we can hope for. Wanting the very best
is a bad idea but failing to see what the best one can get is even worse.”Unmindful of the gossip that reached her in its
magnified form, Anasuya broached the subject of Chandra’s condition with that
lady philosopher who professed herself as an amateur psychologist. Having read
the brief, the lady of letters diagnosed the malaise as a case of ennui and as
for the remedy, she prescribed a course in fiction for him.It’s thus amidst his class books, the Zolas with
the Gogols, that Anasuya slipped in, started gracing Chandra’s study. Unable as
he was to concentrate on his studies, he began browsing through them as a way
of distraction only to end up delving deep into the fictional world pictured in
them. Soon, as he was seized with novels in their scores, their fictional
aberrations helped him analyze his own shortcomings. But what really hooked him
to the novel was the ego gratification it afforded him in judging the
characters portrayed in it. What's more, the empathy he felt for the fictional
figures brought the latent sympathy he had for his sibling to the fore. This,
in turn, abetted self-pity in his consciousness.Well, Vasavi remained single, not by choice.
While nature deprived her of a whetting visage, her upbringing failed her in
imbibing aplomb. Besides, Yadagiri’s attitude towards matchmaking didn’t help
her cause either. No sooner would a well-meaning proposal come forth than he
would dismiss it on the grounds of status or pedigree and/ or both. It was as
if he came to see his own elevation in slighting others and as the well-wishers
too lost patience with him, the leads to the prospective matches got sapped one
by one. All this had dented his own efforts besides drying up the well of his
daughter’s marital prospects.On the other hand, Vasavi, having failed to
induce a suitable boy on her own and with nothing better to do, went on an
acquisition spree of diplomas in assorted faculties. Ironically, that made her
progress on the marriage front even worse, as the list of eligible bachelors on
academic plane was leaner, what with the penchant of the boys to take up jobs
with their basic degrees.When Anasuya saw the folly of it all, she started
pestering Yadagiri to see the writing on the wall. Finding there weren’t any
bachelors of over thirty left on the roll of honor, he swallowed his pride and
opened his doors for all comers. However, having gone past her prime by then,
Vasavi came a cropper with every proposal that came by. But, at last, fate
seemed to test her character by tempting her into wedlock. And steeled by life,
she said ‘no’ to the guy who said ‘yes’ for he made his mercenary intent too
apparent for her liking.It appears that nature has double standards when
it comes to endowing the sexes. Why, it's as if, it affords the females, the
charms of youth, only to attract the males to propagate the species.
Uncharitably though, so it seems, it dents the female aura on the way to
menopause, leaving her to fend for herself mid-course. On the contrary, and for
the same purpose, it vests virility with men well past their prime. Anasuya, however, thought of a detour as she saw
that they had reached a dead end. She said that it would be an idea to let a
widower lead her daughter to the altar. But Yadagiri would have none of that
for he felt it would devalue the family and demoralize their daughter. Thus,
the status quo prevailed and Vasavi, to her discomfort, remained single.By the time she crossed thirty, Chandra crawled
into the final year of his B.Com. With her emaciated frame and pimpled face,
Vasavi seemed even more pathetic to his sympathetic eyes. The thought that they
shared the ugliness, bequeathed by their father in equal measure, made him empathetic towards her, even as he was
embittered towards his parent on that very score. ‘Oh if only we had taken after our mother!’ he
thought endlessly. ‘Why, we would’ve inherited her beauty, wouldn’t we have?’For its very possibility, the thought of
deprivation made it all the worse for him. But, in time, the realization that
ugliness was a worse curse for women than men, evoked sympathy for the weaker sex in his empathic
soul.Whenever he found himself in his sister’s
presence, the pity he nursed for her insensibly surfaced in his eyes. The first
time she was struck by his manner, finding his stare scaring, she gazed at him
to gauge his mind. As their eyes scanned the bounds of mutual sympathy, at
length, their souls got bonded in eternal empathy. In their state of
fellow-feeling, fearing that speech might impair the purity of their emotion,
they preferred to keep mum.‘How wretched it must be for her, in her
condition!’ he thought then. ‘Hasn’t she reached the dead end, in the midst of
her life? Maybe, a career would’ve provided some distraction for her. But dad
would have none of that. It’s as if, the very idea scandalizes him. It is
really stupid of him to stick on to the old times!’Often, as he felt his own life was no less
oppressive, he became melancholic to his mother's worry. Whenever she tried to
probe his mind, he put it in the wraps, lest its exposure should burden her
even more. Despite finding him dismissive of her inquiries, she never ceased
pestering him but to no avail. Thus feeling helpless, she kept an eagle eye on
him, and whenever she found him depressed, which was often, she sent him on
some errand. She had reasoned that an outing, if it did not alleviate his
melancholy, would at the least help unstring him a little.That day, as Chandra was confined to his room for
too long, Anasuya went up to him in concern.“What’s
wrong?” she said feeling his forehead. As their
eyes met, he savored her affection.“What a
beautiful mother!” he thought. “What a
pity she bore us ugly.”Seeing his
condition, she sent him on an errand to the Princely Pearls. When he was
leaving home, he found his sister playing with the kids of the neighborhood.‘How she
loves children!’ he thought with mixed feelings. ‘Won’t she be distressed for
not having one of her own? Is it as an escape from boredom that she gathers
them? But would that help her in any way! Maybe, it could be even worse for
her. Why, wouldn't the charm of their company sharpen her lacking even more?
Isn’t all this misery because she is ugly? What an angelic soul, with life so
sour! Oh, ugliness is the worst of fates, so it seems.’While he crossed the Lal Darwaza, he happened to
come across two burka-clad women.‘What's
this Muslim custom of wrapping up woman in burkas!’ he wondered. ‘What is it
that is sought to be hidden behind the veil? Is it beauty or ugliness?
Whatever, the veil seems to be an ingenious leveler of the inequities of genes,
at least in the public view! But, on that score, do women really care to hide
themselves behind their veils? After all, it can't be, moreover, how can they
be mad to endure the ordeal of breathing and the discomfort of constraint in
that? Then, of what avail is it to women than to cater to the male sense of
insecurity about them? Oh, how man's falsity of purpose deprives women the joys
of being her free selves? Won't the burka symbolize the hold of man over
woman’s body and soul, not to speak of her psyche? Well, the slaves were better
off than these women in their veils, why doubt that.’As he went along, feeling sad about that, he
found two hamalis toiling to push a cartload of cloth bundles.‘Why, men
like these too have no way to lighten the burden of their birth,’ he thought,
looking at them. ‘To be born poor and ugly is a double jeopardy really. Oh, how
the color of the skin came to be the measure of the looks! Well, it could be
that the white man owes his dominance of the world more to his fair skin than
the grey matter of his brain.’Inexplicably, he was seized by an impulse to
follow the travails of the hamalis. So, unmindful of the surrounding
traffic, he kept course with the cart. As if to shorten their arduous course,
the laborers exerted themselves to accelerate their motion. Lost to them, he
came in the way of a speeding car.Bringing the vehicle to a screeching halt, the
woman at the wheel yelled at him in her sarcastic tone, “Hi, you find life
burdensome?”Muttering an apology, as he moved away in
confusion, she sped past him in irritation. The poignancy of her insensitivity
perturbed him as he lumbered along to the dismal destination.‘Won’t it seem the color of the skin is the
measure of man's worth as well?’ he thought in humiliation. ‘Oh, how dark skin
devalues man in more ways than one. Would I ever be able to induce a decent
dame to become my wife? Why, even Vasavi refused to entertain ungainly men,
didn’t she? How come, even the ugly seek beauty in their mates? Why not, it's
the beauty that triggers the biological impulse.’At that, inadvertently, his thoughts turned to
his mother.‘What should have been her compulsions to marry
my father?’ he thought. ‘Being so beautiful she herself that is! If only she
married another, perhaps, Vasavi and I could’ve been differently made, wouldn't
we have been? Won’t mother be thinking that way, seeing the plight of her
children more so her daughter that is?’But, on second thoughts, he felt ashamed that he
allowed himself to think in those terms.‘The reality of life is unmistakable, isn’t it?’
he felt dejectedly. ‘It’s the fact of heredity that shapes one’s looks for good
or for bad. Unfortunately for us, we took after our father. Had we acquired our
mother’s features, and even a shade of her complexion, it would’ve been all too
different. Vasavi would have been a mother many times over by now and I could
have been the playboy of the college. Wouldn’t that have made all those who
snub me envious of me?’The envisaged envy of others in his fantasy made
him envious of them in reality.‘Surely, it could be a heady feeling to be
admired by women,’ he thought. ‘How wanted that might make one feel! Won't the
glow of the favored shows it could be infinitely fulfilling. But looks like,
it's my fate to encounter indifference indefinitely. What a wretched life, I
can't even dare to daydream!’In that state of depression, when he saw his
father at the Princely Pearls, his state of mind ensured that he found him more
oppressive than ever. The grouse he nursed that it was his father’s genes that
were the source of his and his sibling’s troubles came to the fore as though to
settle scores with his hapless parent.The psychic mix of hostility towards his father
and empathy for his sister catalyzed by self-pity made Yadagiri's welcome words
seem absurd to Chandra's pixilated mind. What was worse, the father’s show of
affection appeared apologetic to his son’s afflicted mind. Unfortunately thus,
in the son’s myopic vision, the paternal love seemed an embodiment of parental
guilt. It was as if at that very moment the son’s alienation from his father
reached a point of no return.
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Air Force Major Vanessa Blake had been handpicked to lead the first all-female Special Forces team, the Medusas. But there was one bit of classified information the military hadn't shared with her—their trainer, tough-as-nails Lieutenant Colonel Jake Scatalone, was under orders to prove women had no place in Special Forces. No matter how well Vanessa and her team performed, they would fail.Then Scatalone disappeared on a crucial mission in hostile territory. And Vanessa made the military a deal it couldn't refuse: send in the Medusas. If they succeeded, they would become an official team. If they died, no one would ever have to know.... Views: 630
"A man in a Virginia prison awaits execution for three hideous murders he swears, in the face of irrefutable evidence, he did not commit. A psychologist who claims to believe the convict spends hours with the man in his death row cell, and ultimately watches in the gallery as the lethal injection is administered. His work completed, the psychologist heads back to New York City to attend to unfinished business. " Meanwhile, Matthew Scudder has just agreed to investigate the ostensibly suspicious online lover of an acquaintance. It seems simple enough. At first. But when people start dying and the victims are increasingly closer to home, it becomes clear that a vicious killer is at work. And the final targets may be Matt and Elaine Scudder. Views: 629
The second installment of an all-new saga--begun in Conqueror's Moon--of a land beyond the horizon, where the quest for power is eternal, where magic and mystery are feared above all, and one man seeks to reign. Views: 628
Even superheroes have problems. That’s what Nolan discovers when he meets Chase Morton, the boy who plays his favorite TV superhero on The Gecko and Sticky. Chase is being hounded by a sleazy tabloid reporter who is evil! Sneaky! A liar! So Nolan vows to expose the truth on Shredderman.com. After all, superheroes have to stick together in the fight for truth and justice. Oh, yeah!
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The celebrated Cuban American poet and novelist offers "a fine portrait of a hedonist and a cad" set in "the Cuban, expatriate community in Florida" (The New York Times). Pablo Medina's The Cigar Roller recounts the life of Cuban master cigar roller Amadeo Terra. A proud and capricious man, tobacco has been the center of his life, the source of his passion. Though he committed many sins in his time, he was always forgiven due to his considerable talents with the leaves. An imperious patriarch of enormous appetites, Amadeo now lies in a Florida hospital after suffering a stroke. And only now does he finally look back at his previously unexamined life. One day, his nurse feeds him mango from a baby-food jar—a change from the tasteless mush he frequently rejects—and the taste brings memories of his life in Havana flooding back to him. He recalls his turbulent, passionate relationship with his wife Julia, his numerous... Views: 622
When you're pregnant you think: 'I'm having a baby', not a person who will eventually catch trains by themselves, share a fridge with ten strangers, go to a festival in Croatia without succumbing to a drug overdose, and one day, bring you a gin and tonic when your mother is dying. We imagine the teenage years as a sort of domestic meteor strike, when our dear, sweet child, hitherto so trusting and mild, is suddenly replaced by a sarcastic know-all who isn't interested in the wisdom we have to pass on. But with great honesty and refreshingly bracing wit, Stephanie Calman shows that adolescence in fact begins much earlier, around the age of seven. And having nurtured them through every stage of development, from walking to school by themselves to their first all-night party, you find yourself alone – bereaved even – as they skip off to university without a second glance. Candid, touching and very, very funny, Confessions of a Bad Mother: The... Views: 621
