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The Tale of Tom Kitten is Beatrix Potter at her best. It is certainly one of our family favorites. This is the story of three kittens all dressed in their best clothes and set out to play. They struggle to keep their clothes on only to lose them. They meet three ducks along the way who waddle off with the poorly fitted clothes. When the kittens return home their mother sends them upstairs while she hosts a tea party. Of course they cause a ruckus disturbing the "dignity and repose" of the party. The book ends with the ducks still searching for the clothes at the bottom of a pond. What makes Beatrix Potter so wonderful is her delightful vocablary that stretches a childs intellect. There is a mutual respect between Potter and the reader. Having drawn and painted animals and plant life since a child she is a master of anthropomorphisim, the giving of human qualities to animals or objects. Her delicate watercolors are perfectly suited to the playfullness of the story. This is a classic that should be a part of every child's library.

'The Tale Of Tom Kitten' sees Beatrix Potter at her most fey. Three young kittens muck about in the garden, tormenting their neighbouring creatures, and generally being boisterous-but-nice kids. Their class-conscious mother (very few fathers in Potter's world) is having relatives around for tea, and gives her children unwelcome baths and brushings down, before making them wear the most appallingly naff Sundaywear. Unfortunately, Tom's been eating one too many pork pies, and bursts out of his pale blue two-piece, looking rather seedy.

The charm of this story lies in the infectious playfulness of the children, their universally-understandable indifference to their elders' desire for 'respectability', and the quaint evocation of an Edwardian farmstead.

Michael Andrew is a talented Australian photographer who has elected to present his collection of the young lads of St. Petersburg, Bratislava, Berlin, and Vienna as an appreciation of the Eastern European 'look' in male models. He has been able to capture a healthy group of lithe young men in various stages of undress, sharing with the viewer the natural beauty of these 'ideal body' types.

Andrew seems less interested in creating stories with his models than in simply allowing them to act natural with the camera. The quality of color photography is excellent and the varied model types show a spectrum of masculine streaming that will find the viewer retuning to particular models for second looks and comparisons. Yes, the book is erotic, but it manages to allow the eroticism to remain grounded in the suggestion of the models rather than pushing toward the edge that some may find suggestive. It is a fine selection of beautiful youths worthy of many library collections! Grady Harp, June 08

I received the book, All about the Boys, by Michael Andrew in the mail today. It is an incredible book filled with photos of beautiful young men in casual poses that look so natural. The photos were taken in such a way that they radiate erotic heat while not appearing pornographic. Going through the book, page by page, left me feeling as though I know these boys and would love to get to know them much, much better.

Great book filled with excellent photos of beautiful boys.

Who created Man and Why? Whe were the Annunaki, ELohim and Nefilim?
What were the biblical Jerusalem and Bethlahem ? Who were the Gods of the old testament? What was the ancient secret of illumination and transfiguration? What will happen on Dec 21, 2012 ? What is the Mayan Long Count? What is in our DNA that leads us to immortality? What made Enoch immortal? What secret did Enoch share with Methusalah ? What were the mysterious MEs of the Annunaki ? What was the special machine located at the Gates of Eden ? Did wormholes exist in ancient times ?

THE ANSWERS TO THESE AND MANY OTHER RELATED QUESTIONS ARE IN THIS BOOK !

Extraordinary mix of Physics, Science and Religion! A must read for all new agers! Stunning, thought answers to lots of mysterious questions regarding the origin of the human race.

This first novel by Joseph Bruno is set in New York City in the 1980s
when the crime rate was at an all-time high and the crack epidemic was
running rampant. Against this background, Detective Bill Kelly is
looking for a serial killer who is specifically targeting drug
dealers.

This is a fast and easy read with a variety of stock
characters that readers will find familiar. In addition to
hard-drinking cops, priests, corrupt officials and drug addicts, there
are the really bad guys whose acts of violence made me wince.

I
found myself caught up in the story as it moved along, reading quickly
to see what would happen next. The reader knows who the killer is
early on but it is interesting to see how he will be caught as the
tension mounts.

I do wish that the book had been edited better; I
found the typos distracting. And it even made a difference in my
understanding of the plot.

Police procedural fans might enjoy this
book. And Mr. Bruno is certainly an author to watch as he develops
his craft.

I know Mr. Bruno's writings from his boxing columns .... His boxing columns are always caustic and quite funny. In Angel of Death, Mr. Bruno writes about a serial killer loose in New York City. This killer is unique in the fact that the victims are all drug dealers. Bill Kelly, the detective in charge of finding the killer, has a daughter whoÕs a drug addict and the implication here is that Detective Kelly may not try too hard to find the killer after all. That is, if Kelly isnÕt the killer serial himself. The brilliant cast of characters range from KellyÕs mentor, Catholic priest Father OÕBrien, a crusty old coot for sure, to NY City Police Commissioner Abraham Williams, a man obsessed with becoming the next mayor. The bad guy drug dealers may be the most interesting characters in the book. They including Willie Boy Walker, a stone killer from the island of Jamaica, to Lily Tang, a bisexual Asian beauty with a heart of stone. I highly recommend this book to mystery lovers, and the laughs Mr. Bruno injects throughout the book in no way takes away from the horror and the suspense.

In late September 1940, Walter Benjamin committed suicide in Port Bou, Spain. A Jew and a fierce anti-Nazi, the German critic had travelled from Marseilles through the Pyrenees in an attempt to flee Europe for the United States, only to learn that the local authorities planned to return him to France. If you know enough about Benjamin to have read "The Task of the Translator" or "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction," you will also know the ironic tragedy of his death: his travelling companions were soon after granted passage to Lisbon, Portugal, from which point Benjamin may have made it to waiting friends in New York. Italian novelist Bruno Arpaia has imagined Benjamin's last years of life in The Angel of History, a story that contrasts the suffering of the philosopher with that of Laureano Mahojo, a fictional Spanish communist who takes arms against Franco's fascists.

The novel begins with Benjamin's arrival in Paris, chapters narrated from the third person, and the philosopher's meanderings through the city in the shadow of the German menace pale in comparison with juxtaposed scenes of combat. Arpaia's Spanish Civil War is vivid, and the Laureano chapters have the immediacy of a first-person account. Surely the point is that war is felt at home as well as at the front, but this point is sacrificed to illustrations of a scholar's inability to function effectively in a world beyond the dusty tomes of a library. It is not the inevitable war that hampers Benjamin as much as his own nature. Foreshadowing the anti-Semitism of Vichy France, The Angel of History is also unable to create sympathetic bystanders, initially, only indifferent ones, and Benjamin's friends are historical figures introduced to do little more than demonstrate how the whole world comes to inherit the philosopher's ineffectual mien. By following Laureano, however, the reader gets an opportunity to savor his feisty friendship with Mariano, another communist fighter, and the desperate lust of his passionate affair with Mercedes, a Spanish nurse. One could be forgiven for drawing the obvious parallel with the best of Hemingway's war writings as Arpaia here leads us throughout a war-torn Spain. He inherits from his American antecedent a real skill at situating characters on the landscape. Perhaps because Arpaia's Paris is limp and uninspired, foggy mornings along the Seine that belie a city of lights, Benjamin's sections do not really pick up until the philosopher is drawn ever-deeper into the corrupt bureaucracy of wartime government. Place is much less important as Kafka emerges as the primary influence for Arpaia's writing, though the author does an excellent job in describing Marseilles as a maze - or perhaps a trial! - that threatens to ensnare Benjamin until the Gestapo can catch up with him. As befuddled as ever, but crippled further by ill health, Benjamin grows more sympathetic as his fate is decided by the absence of a stamp no one will place on his travel papers. One of the great European minds of the modern period is ennobled as he is reduced to detritus - while a whole culture faces its extinction.

The novel, ultimately, is about fate, about the forces - some external, some internal - that conspire against us. Both Benjamin and Laureano test their wills to live, and while readers may be surprised by that exhibited by the former, the latter does not disappoint in his ferocity. Though Benjamin imagines a hunchbacked dwarf who has accompanied him through his tragedy, a doppelganger from whom he cannot finally escape, Paul Klee's Angelus Novus remains after the philosopher's death the novel's most potent image: "the angel of history" who contemplates our horrific folly and fails to prevent further tragedy. While he is called to paradise, it remains to more worldly beings to tell our stories. Laureano is a fine storyteller, but Bruno Arpaia is a masterful one.

From http://www.craigmonk.com

This is mainly a book about the last six or seven years of the German-Jewish philosopher and literary critic Walter Benjamin. He fled from Nazi Germany to Paris in 1933. He was then aged 41. He had been in France before: in 1932 he had come close to committing suicide in Nice, for no particular reason (at least none that we are given in this novel) other than that he had a depressive personality. He was altogether unsuited for the real world: he `limped through life, trying to mask his ineptitude at living'; the feeling of doom hanging over him was of course intensified by the doom that hung over Europe at the Nazis extended their power. Benjamin was frail and short of breath with heart-disease, anxious, clumsy, obsessionally regular in the daily little rituals of his life, easily driven to distraction by noise and ideally secluding himself in the National Library of Paris. in his thoughts and in his writing. But he also had friends, numbering among them Arthur Koestler and Hannah Arendt who were also in France at that time, Theodor Adorno and Max Horkheimer who were at that time refugees in the United States, Berthold Brecht who was then in Denmark, Gershom Sholem who had gone to Palestine, and many other intellectuals who are less famous.

There was already a strong feeling against immigrants (métèques) in France; and in the month that the war broke out, the government rounded up foreigners, especially those of German origin (but also people like Koestler who was then Hungarian), whether they were refugees from Nazism or not. Benjamin was kept for ten days in the crudest conditions, graphically described, in a stadium, then sent them off to a labour camp near Nevers, where he stayed for three months. The way the internees were handled by the French was far worse than what happened to the aliens in Britain when they were interned in 1940.
When he was eventually released, Benjamin returned to Paris and buried himself in the Library. Only when the Germans were on the outskirts of Paris did he take the last train out of the city, making for Marseilles where he expected to be able to pick up a visa for the United States. There, with thousands of other people (including Arendt and Koestler) desperateto leave France, he was caught up in a nightmarish bureaucracy - brilliantly described - only to find after weeks that he would need a French exit visa from the Vichy authorities who were now collaborating with the Germans. There was nothing for the frail `old' man (he is actually only 48) to do but to try to get across the Pyrenees. Amazingly, he made it to Port Bou on the Spanish side - only to find that the previous day the Spanish police had had orders to return stateless immigrants to France. The police allowed the exhausted man to stay the night at a local hotel under police guard. That night, exhausted and in pain, Walter Benjamin took an overdose of his medication and died.

The story of Benjamin is told in the third person, sometimes in the form proper to fiction, at other times imparting information as a biographical dictionary might do. Arpaia assumes that we know who Koestler, Arendt, Scholem etc are, and, for that matter, also that we know why exactly Benjamin was famous. His personality is brought out well enough, but, though we are given the titles of some of his writings, his intellectual contributions are not explained. The only glimpse we get of any of his philosophical writings is a brief excerpt from his last, unfinished, essay, Theses on the Philosophy of History, in which he refers to Paul Klee's painting Angelus Novus, which he owned and which had iconic importance for him. Benjamin somewhat idiosyncratically, interpreted the figure as the Angel of History who perceives History as `one single catastrophe' in which Benjamin felt himself caught up.

The chapters on Benjamin are interspersed with other chapters, told in the first person, about a fictional Spaniard, Laureano Mahojo (it is not till the eighth chapter about him that we learn his first name, his surname not until chapter 42), who, at the age of 77 and in exile in Mexico, recalls his part as a fighter against Franco in the Spanish Civil war. (A map would have helped to follow his narrative).

When the Republicans were defeated, thousands of them fled to France, to meet with a harsh reception there: they were as unpopular as `reds' as they were as foreigners. At first the French closed their borders, then they sent the refugees to the most primitive of camps. Then they, too, were sent as forced labour, to the area just behind the Maginot Line; and when the Germans broke through, he, too, managed with great difficulty to cross the Pyrenees back to Spain, to Port Bou, where the woman he was in love with was then living.

In this way the author brings Walter Benjamin and Laureano briefly together near the end of the book. They had shared some experiences of imprisonment in France; but they are very different personalities: Walter shy and fearful, Laureano tough and robust; and these similarities and contrasts seem the main reason for introducing the story of Laureano. It is a very readable one, but is, I think, not really necessary: the story of Benjamin would have stood perfectly well all on its own, and this harrowing book would then, I think, have been even better.

Outstanding insight on 3000 years of history allowing to understand where Italians got some of their typical, and often unflattering, traits. It is a fresh, amusing, at times bitter recollection of historical facts and tendencies that influenced the behaviour of a population and made it unique, adorable and unbearable.
Yet, I am still proud to be Italian !

It sounds like an honest review of Itailan history ... probably something not really to be proud of... and I am Italian!

For Dr. Nyiszli to bear witness to the day-in and day-out horror of Auschwitz, and still be able to write about it, is quite unreal. Working as a pathologist for Dr. Mengele in the confines of the crematorium compound, we read of the horrors of the camp, and how both inmates & guards coped.

Reading this book has completely altered my perception on the human being, individually, and as a whole. The events that took place in Auschwitz were so horrific and yet they mustn't be forgotten. Any person claiming a reasonable level of education must read this book. It will literally change the reader forever.

I enjoyed this new book by Mick Hicks. In Mick Hicks new book of color images that are so clear and lighted so brilliantly you'll find a lot of familiar faces & hot bodies especially if you're a fan of Falcon Studios male sable of domestic & international video stars. These are shots of the many new models and porn stars currently showcasing in Falcon's videos. Mick Hicks is one of California's most popular commercial male photographers and you can tell why when you get to view these great images of his. These full frontal nudity photos display pure sex appeal.

A beautifully designed book published by Bruno Gmunder. There's a sense of power & raw masculinity in these images that sets this photographer apart from the others. "Two Snaps & "Two Thumbs Up."

Yes, this is a beautiful book on a beautiful subject...handsome men in various forms of dress (and undress) and in a variety of poses...well executed, in good taste, and truly an eye candy.

If you go back far enough to remember Drummer Magazine, you may recall an erotic and entertaining cartoon series called "Drum." It was highly stylized and well drawn, and was serialized over several of Drummer's issues. There was another serial written by the legendary artist The Hun called Gohr. While some of the Gohr comics have seen book form, "Drum" never has.

Which leads me to "Dick Master: Leatherland Under Attack." Written and drawn by Roy Klang, this Science Fiction Sex Fantasy takes place in a future variation of NYC in 3069, renamed "Leatherland." The Tom Of Finland type men that roam the city are protected by the Leather Space Dept under the command of the hero, Dick Master. But out in space, an Alien squad intent on destroying all the worlds in their path happen on Earth (now renamed "Gaia") and our kinky hero must give up his kinky evening at a leathery watering hole to save the world. (Funny how a gay leatherbar in the next millennia still looks like one from the 1970's.)

The art is a lot of fun. The men are hot looking, the aliens trashy and the story veers between sexy and campy. There are more than a few groaner puns to be had in "Leatherland Under Attack," so be prepared. This ain't you Daddy's comic book. (Unless your Daddy had Drummers stashed away. Or he was the other kind of "Daddy." Or...well whatever...) My only gripe is that this is a pricey book, and I was done with it in just a brief time. On the other hand, with the dearth of real-man material in HomoArt these days, I am happy to throw my support into Bruno Gmunder's corral if he is willing to support the likes of Roy Klang. Now if only someone would resurrect those old "Drum" panels...

Despite the name, the author is an Italian artist.

He draws a sexually very explicit adventure comic set in a not too far futuristic New York, mixing leather gay sex, science fiction, Japanese manga about space robots and attempts at humour.

The story is quite simple and fast paced, the drawing interesting even if the hunks tend to look all alike. It is the villains and the non terrestrial creatures who get more attention and are really original.

A pleasing comic, hopefully there are more to come from the same author.

want to know about erich mendelisohm's history from the begining of his career and want to review his important works as an architect

This book from Mr. Bruno Zevi is full of sketches of and photos from Mendelsohn's works and it has a very accurate critical text. It is the only complete book available about the most important architect of the expressionist movement. If youre interested in Mendelshohn's work this is the book youre looking for.