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"The Deliverance of Dancing Bears" tells the story ofan unnamed bear that is taken every day by its "owner" to amarket square in a mountain village of eastern Turkey and set to dance on its hind legs for hours. Elizabeth Stanley's prose makes clear to young readers that this is not really dancing. "Around and around the poor bear turned on her two back legs, her head pulled from side to side by the chain which Haluk jangled to the clatter of his tambourine... The performance continued relentlessly for many hours until day began to fade [and] Haluk led the bear back to her cage and lock[ed] the door." Stanley's pastel illustrations in purple, blue, gold, scarlet and indigo evoke the liveliness of Turkish village life as people go about their ordinary business of shopping, eating and paying the bearkeeper to see dancing bear. The overall effect of these village scenes, however, is depressing. The heavily textured paper to which the pastels are applied seems to drain the light out of these sad market scenes, in which no-one seems to smile.

The power of the book, however, comes from the scenes that depict the dreams of the chained bear. The scenes that show her fishing in mountain streams with her mate or lying lazily with her babies in the sun are full of shimmering light and vibrant energy.

And thankfully, the bear's dreams come true. An old man named Yusuf buys the bear from Haluk, takes it with him to his house by a stream and slowly reintroduces it to the wild. And that is just the beginning of this eloquently written and superbly illustrated book dedicated to relieving the suffering of captive bears.

Stanley saw her first "dancing bear" in 1979 in Athens and decided then to write a book to challenge the assumption that men could cruelly use wild animals to make money. In 1992 she took her written text to Turkey to take photos and to make sketches for the artwork. In the same year The World Society for the Protection of Animals effected the release and the return to the wild of all chained bears in Turkey. Today there are no dancing bears in Greece or Turkey.

But a recent WISPA report has revealed that the trade in dancing bears is still alive and well in India. It says that "60-70% of cubs taken from the wild die before they even begin their brutal training. Dehydration, starvation and trauma are all reasons [for their dying]. Should the cub be lucky enough to live, a punishing regime of starvation and beating will begin to condition it to perform. The piercing of the cub's sensitive muzzle with a rope for control is the next ordeal. It is held down without anaesthetic while a crude iron needle is heated in a coal fire and plunged in with a group of men holding the squealing cub tight. The investigators also found that the site of the nose piercing was invariably infected in all the seventeen cases observed. 'The cub would the have to suffer a second piercing before the first was healed, compounding his agony,' explained Geete Seshamani. 'The tug of this rope, along with an intense fear of the strike of a heavy stick, motivates the bear to lift its legs in turn and 'dance'.'"

The WISPA site also provides gory and even more gruesome details of bearbaiting in Pakistan and of the farming of bears for bear bile in China.

WISPA has done and will continue to provide facts about animal mistreatment and about campaigns and projects to challenge these abuses. Whilst it is important for the thinking public to have access to information like that on the WISPA site, I believe that Elizabeth Stanley's "The Deliverance of Dancing Bears" is one of the best books for introducing pre-school, elementary and junior high school aged children to these issues.

While not so sparsely written as Anthony Browne's "Gorilla", the prose is tight. The illustrations are similar to and as powerful as those in Brian Wildsmith's animal books. The interleaving of reality and dream is reminiscent of Shirley Hughes' "Stay Away from the Water Shirley" or of the more recently published "Magic Beach" by Alison Lester. All in all, this is an ideal book to get the young and the not-so-young thinking about animal rights issues. It is a beautiful book that can help us all to realise the epigraph that Stanley has taken from Aristotle: "Hope is a waking dream."

Named an honor book of The Children's Book Council of Australia, The Deliverance Of Dancing Bears is a wonderful picture book story written by Elizabeth Stanley for young readers having intermediate level reading skills. This very highly recommended account is about a captive bear who forced to dance, and who clings to hope, even though the degradations of her daily life cause her spirit to ebb. It is a kind-hearted peasant who liberates the bear and who reminds all of those watching of an important moral lesson about dignity and life. Elizabeth Stanley's touching and emotional color artwork highlights and enhances her original and involving parable.

As a writer I find it a fabulous resource of the inique turn of phrase that Australian's use. It is a very colorful language, raw, rude, funny, visual, dry, toungue in cheek, always irreverant, rebelious and never dull. It's a brilliant guide for those who want to decifer what the hell we're talking about amd a great insight into the colorful origins of out culture. I've had a copy for over ten years and I'm still using it.

The Aussies are amazingly inventive and colorful in their language. Guess the meaning for "go at it bald headed" or "neddies." This dictionary clearly defines such stumpers. Sample definition: on the bot - cadging/borrowing, usually with no intention of paying back.
At the end of the book are useful lists, such as occupations (garbo/garbage collector, minder/bodyguard, sparkie/electrician) or 3 pages just listing words for fools (chucklehead, drongo, galah, gink, troglodyte, yobbo) and another 3 pages of drinking words.
It's fun to read, even if you never make it to the land down under.

The Lonely Planet books on diving are always a good bet on defining a place to dive.

Great photos and explanations of all the dive sites. Also road maps and location details. Very informative book. Small enough to take with you on your trip.

This book gives an interpretation first hand of what life for the aboriginies was like under the pressure of white society. Also, it tells its readers about the Aboriginies' explainations for how the world was created and what different things like the Southern Cross are. Have some respect.

I didn't like how it was so vivid in discribing the rituals of the dreamtime it was not for weak tummies.

My wife and I recently made a two week motor-home road-trip across the North and South Islands of New Zealand. I'd picked up a copy of "Driving Scenic New Zealand", second edition, quite by chance at a small book-store in Auckland just prior to beginning our road trip. I didn't fully appreciate it until we were on the road.

The book focuses on, in addition to popular destinations, road routes, and invaluable details such as rest stops, information centers, and other amenities along the way. The color maps and travel time estimates are extremely helpful. The author displays a good knowledge of some of the roads less traveled and a genuine love for the scenic beauty of New Zealand.

New Zealand is a country best traveled by road and this book is absolutely essential for anyone who plans to do so. I highly recommend it.

If you tour New Zealand, you will probably spend many hours in a car on rural 2-lane highways with lots of opportunities to stop and meander. Unlike most guidebooks, which focus on destinations, this book tells you what to look for while you're getting from one place to another. During a 4-week tour I found the author to be a consistently reliable guide and I saw and did a lot of great things that I would have missed otherwise. This book is also tastefully and intelligently designed and spiral bound for easy use. It was published in 2001, so I hope the publishers will eventually put out an updated version.

How many towns like Drylands dot the planet? Anywhere drought's furnace breath dries the paddocks and desiccates the stock. Any place where people hold on beyond hope, fearful of change, yet facing only further exhaustion. Such a town sits on the edge of despair, infecting its residents with a deadly torpor. What if one of the townspeople decides to chronicle this theatre of defeat? Which one will observe with purpose instead of ennui? Most importantly, who will read the story?

Astley's run of works has dealt with the small-town idiom before. This book, which capped her illustrious career, is her greatest literary achievement. It's about a remote town and its remote people. Janet Deakin resides in Drylands, struggling to retain a bookstore, which is nothing more than a newsagency. The coastal papers, some fly-specked magazines, a rack of dusty paperback "Westerns" or mysteries. Books don't sell well in Drylands, but beer does. Widowed and alone, Janet watches her town diminish and the world outside continue on, unknowing and uncaring. Deakin bemoans the dominance of the telly, the video film, the game pods that are driving people away from reading. Alone in her flat, she wants to arouse those "twenty-six black characters" that have inspired people to tears, laughter, follies and hope. She wants to write for the last reader.

She has a cast of characters to draw on. One man is on the run, but not because he's a criminal. An itinerant literati arrives in town to teach people how to write. Four women attend, only to be set upon by resentful husbands. The liveliest spot in town is the pub, of course. "The Legless Lizard", run by an expat Yank from New Orleans and his Brisbane-born wife, suffuses the town with the din of sports on the telly. It struggles to survive where income is limited and drop-in trade scanty. Lannie Cunneen, burdened with six sons and a husband who knows that "women have their place" and wants to keep that fixed, fixes her nine thousand, three hundred and twenty-eighth school lunch. And makes a decision. In effect, all the townspeople are on the run, but not all of them are moving.

Astley's portrayal of desperation and resentment at fate's dealings had few parallels. She had an amazing talent for description and feelings. The power of language seems to flow easily through her fingers to these pages. She knew the country of her settings - the creeks without water, the intensity of the sky overhead, the loneliness of living remote from others. Her characters are intensely human. If some of them seem extreme, consider their situation before judgement. Under her deft touch, none of them are artificial. Any of them could be your neighbour - perhaps some of them are. All these stories are tragedies. Humour might have lightened these tales, but their message would have been distorted. The best humour here becomes only cruel irony. The greatest irony in this book is the reader's final predicament - who wrote the book, Janet Deakin or Thea Astley?

Be prepared for a different world in this book. It's a distant place for some, right outside the front door for others. It's an untidy narrative, with much interweaving of characters and events. There are endings that resolve nothing. Astley will introduce her people who will then keep you reading without pause. There is sorrow here, and violence. But love isn't banished and it provides amelioration to offset them. Astley captures and imparts it all, in prose and love of country that can only be described as passionate. [stephen a. haines - Ottawa, Canada]

Embittered and sharp-witted widow Janet Deakin sits in her flat above the newsagency in Drylands - an emptying, disintegrating outback town, 'pouring itself out like water into sand' - and proposes to write a book for the world's last reader. Her interconnected tales recount the real or imagined struggles of the townsfolk against the entropy of rural subsistence, the innate and inane brutality of Australian men, the powerlessness of poverty and colour, and the idiocy of wasted years. In escaping from Drylands her characters all achieve small victories, but they're equally hollowed by the question, "And then?" Having escaped, what now? Where to? With whom? As one character puts it, "Nothing's ever finished. Didn't you know? ... Nothing. It goes on and on." Only in the arms of her husband does one woman find a fullness to pit against this constant emptying, a tenderness described as beginning, middle and end. Astley is one of Australia's most prolific, versatile and socially conscious writers, and "Drylands" is one of her better works. It could be enjoyed simply as a collection of quintessentially Australian stories, or more seriously as a meditation on a decaying culture and, specifically, the loss of literacy. Reading is figured in this book as the thing that might have "saved" us if it weren't already too late; page and screen are presented as mutually exclusive and morally opposed. In the final moments, narrator Deakin is bitterly tickled by the memory of discovering a reference to a Rimbaud poem in the naming of an Australian house, "Bateau Ivre" (The Drunken Boat); she's amused by the utter implausibility of the suggestion that Australia could ever have been so civilised. But in referencing Rimbaud, Astley might also be giving us a clue to one way her novel can be read - as a livre composé that borrows the narrative pattern of Rimbaud's poem, but swaps its visionary journey over European water for an ironic tilt over Australian sand. Whatever you make of "Drylands", the prose is dazzling. As Astley herself might lament, to call it "literary" these days risks the misinterpretation that it's pretentious. What I mean is that it's sharp, evocative and above all accurate. Astley's vision has a stark and pitiless precision - the characters and settings are vividly realized and instantly recognisable as Australian without ever being cliché. You get the sense she could conjure the nation in a single phrase. As Randolph Stow noted in another context: "What enormous and desolate landscapes are opened by the voice of a lone crow."

This book left me shell-shocked. The writing is so good, the characters so well-drawn . . . really, I am at a loss as to what to say. I read the whole collection in one night. I had read "Rose" earlier, in another collection, and upon re-reading it I was still shocked and moved! I was also moved by "Deaths At Sea". Great stuff all around. Like the previous reviewer, I wish Dubus was still with us to write more stories like these. I do not like to give 5 stars out very freely, and when I love a book I usually give it 4. But this one was different.

The Last Worthless Evening is Andre Dubus's least acclaimed collection, but it contains one of his most moving novellas, "Rose," and another fine novella, "Molly," that has been neglected by most readers because it has not been collected in his Selected Stories or Collected Novellas.

I can hardly think of a more adult book than The Last Worthless Evening. It is compassionate, wise, and unflinching in its examination of its characters. I only wish Dubus had stuck around a few more years so we could have more stories like these.

I was interested in reading about the Echidna after reading another fascinating one about the Platypus. At 120 pages, I was worried that this book would be on a juvenile level. Actually, it is written in a way that can be enjoyed by everyone from interested middle school scholars to mature individuals with substantial knowledge of science and an interest in learning more about a fascinating mammal. Well written, very interesting, and highly recommended.

Peggy Rismuller's book has everything for the echidna lover - info on the species habitat and biology, intriguing pictures and excellent real life stories. This book is great for fans of the echidna everywhere!

I started doing hardanger about 2 years ago and taught myself from magazines -- and yes, I learned had some bad stitching habits. I've been looking for good reference books to help me really learn the correct way to stitch. This book is at the top of my list! I love the layout -- starting with the basics and working up to the most complicated techniques. The excellent illustrations and explainations on the right and wrong way to stitch really helped me to see what I was doing wrong and how to stitch the right way. And I know for a fact that the explainations on how to fix stitching and/or cutting errors are easy to understand and follow. Whenever I come to a stitch I haven't done before, this is the first book I pull out!

Now, lets talk about the projects and pictures. There's a color photo for each project in the middle of the book and a black & white photo with each project. The charts range from beginner to advanced level, and trust me, you'll want to stitch each one. The fibers and fabrics called for are pretty easy to acquire either from your local store or the internet; and if you need to substitute something, you can do so with ease.

I can't recommend this book highly enough!! And if you have any questions about the designs or techniques, you can reach the author via e-mail and she's friendly and very happy to help. Whether you're a beginner or have been stitching for years, you can't go wrong by adding this book to your library!

This book is fantastic! I wish I had had it when I was beginning hardanger. It has very clear step by step stitch instructions with really nice diagrams that are clear and understandable. It has lots of hints and tips to make your work better. It shows you how to fix any mistakes. It tells you how the stitches should and shouldn't look - which other books don't do.
And then there's the projects - they're not just all doilies. It also has cushions, bolster, cards, scissors case etc. The projects show a range of finishing techniques, meaning that you don't just have to frame everything!
I highly recommend this book to ALL hardanger embroiderers: both beginners and advanced stitchers will get a lot out of it.

In the scope of the great cities worldwide, Melbourne is a baby. Slightly larger than Vatican City, it's easy to write the city off in contrast to the big five; New York, Paris, Rome, London and Tokyo. However, I always felt with utmost conviction that Melbourne can hold a torch to those great landscapes because of the sheer number of cultures, religions, ideas, viewpoints and backgrounds that have been integrated to give this city its unique character unlike anything else in Australia; Melbourne truly falls under the banner of melting-pot. This encyclopaedia chronicles all the suburbs, municipalities, nationalities, landmarks and institutions that have given the city its rich, albeit short, history from the indigenous era to the gold rush to the booming years of development during the last few decades. The Encyclopedia of Melbourne deserves a place on the bookshelf of any Australian who feels a strong sense of loyalty to Marvellous Melbourne.

Melbourne is easily the best city in Australia. It has the best geography, architecture, restaurants, coffee shops, public transport (we have a fantastic tram network), libraries, galleries and gardens. On top of all that, its inhabitants are remarkably relaxed and friendly. The new 'Encyclopedia of Melbourne' is like the city, expansive and generous, and great for dipping & skipping through over a few weeks. It has hundreds of contributors and a number of personal essays by notable Melbournians (and it weighs a ton). It has a huge range of subjects, including a small section about 'nature strips' and a couple of pages about smells. One of the most poetic entries is about Victoria's seasons and their taxonomy, which were reclassified according to observations of plant and animal life (and removed autumn).

Anyone familiar with Melbourne will find one or two problems: I noticed the section about the National Gallery of Victoria neglected to mention the architect, Roy Grounds. Some readers might also find the general style of the prose too academic or humourless.

Canberra is tranquil but entirely suburban and Perth, Hobart and Brisbane are perhaps too small (but I haven't lived in those three) and Sydney - urgh - is an ugly, car-crushed wasteland that only ignorant tourists could love (yes, I lived there for six years and it's a hole). Melbourne seems to have all the best features of a great city without the usual attendant problems. Was this from luck or the talents of its citizens?