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The Sound of the Mountain

Though august had only begun, autumn insects were already singing. He thought he could detect a dripping of dew from leaf to leaf. Then he heard the sound of the mountain. It was a windless night. the moon was near full, but in the moist, sultry air the fringe of trees that outlined the mountain was blurred . They were motionless, however. Not a leaf on the fern by the veranda was stirring. And now you could read... Brrm! Brrm! Leela’s Friend New York Trilogy: Ghosts The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock A Confederate General from Big Sur Auto...

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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Wind-Up Bird ChronicleMurakami Haruki; Harvill Press 1999WorldCat•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  I clicked the gate shut and slipped down the alley. Through one fence after another, I caught glimpses of people in their dining rooms and living rooms, eating and watching tv dramas. Food smells drifted into the alley through kitchen windows and extractor fans. One teenage boy was practising a fast passage on his electric guitar, with the volume turned down. In a second-floor window, a tiny girl was studying at her desk, an earnest expression on her face. A married couple having a heated argument sent their voices out into...

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The Grapes of Wrath

The Grapes of WrathJohn Steinbeck; Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics 1992WorldCat•Read Online•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  Beside them, little pot-bellied men in light suits and panama hats; clean, pink men with puzzled worried eyes, with restless eyes… In their lapels the insignia of lodges and service clubs, places where they can go and, by a weight of numbers of little worried men, reassure themselves business is noble and not the curious ritualised thievery they know it is that business men are intelligent in spite of the records of their stupidity; that they are kind and charitable in spite of the principles of sound business; that their lives are rich instead of the thin tiresome routines they know; and that a time is coming when they will not be afraid anymore. And now you could read... The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz Mockingbird The Little Prince Things Fall Apart Lolita, or the Confession of a White Widowed Male Yellow Dog Tags: business, fear, grapes of wrath, john steinbeck, lodges, pink men, pot-bellied men, rich, routine,...

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Identity

IdentityMilan Kundera; HarperFlamingo 1998WorldCat•Read Online•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  …in a world where our every move is monitored and recorded, where in department stores cameras watch you, where people constantly jostle you, where a person cannot even make love without being quizzed the next day by researchers and polltakers (where you make love? how many times a week? with or without a condom?) how is it possible that someone could slip out of surveillance and disappear without a trace? And now you could read... Immortality Immortality Mr Rinyo-Clacton’s Offer The Circle Naked Lunch South of the Border, West of the Sun Tags: big brother, cameras, identity, milan kundera, monitoring, recording, research,...

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Less Than Zero

Less Than Zero (Picador Books)Bret Easton Ellis; Pan Books Ltd 1998WorldCat•LibraryThing•Google Books•BookFinder  One day i saw a boy i had gone to the school with, maybe first grade, standing by the fence, alone, fingers gripping the steel wire and staring off into the distance and i told myself that the guy must live close by or something and that was why he was standing alone, like me. And now you could read... A Century Later Lolita, or the Confession of a White Widowed Male Yellow Dog The Third Policeman If On A Winter’s Night A Traveller The Elephant’s Journey Tags: brett easton ellis, less than zero, nostalgia, school, steel...

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