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TITLE: Galactic Pot-Healer
AUTHOR: Philip Kindred Dick 1928-82
TYPE: novel hardbound
PUBLISHER: Berkley
COVER PRICE: $
ISBN:
PAGES: 148
COPYRIGHT: 1970 by author
PUB DATE: April 1970
EDITION: Science Fiction Book Club
COVER ARTIST:
INDEX: 0115 - Galactic Pot-Healer - 010 - PKD
QUOTE “Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything. We can't talk about science, because our knowledge of it is limited and unofficial, and usually our fiction is dreadful.” Philip K. Dick
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
TITLE: The Green Brain
AUTHOR: Frank Herbert
TYPE: paperback Novel
PUBLISHER: Ace 30264
COPYRIGHT: 1966 by author
EDITION: 5th Ace edition – not stated
PUB DATE: December 1979
PAGES: 215
COVER PRICE: $1.95
COVER ARTIST: credited Punchatz
ISFDB: Yes
RATING: 9
Comments: Part of this novel appeared in Amazing Stories magazine under the title Greenslaves.
Culpability: All images are from publications owned by CW. Image scanning, editing and compiling of bibliographic data was performed by CW. No entry indicates information not available from book. ISFDB: Internet Speculative Fiction Data Base. RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
TITLE: Deus Irae
AUTHOR: Philip Kindred Dick 1928-82 & Roger Zelazny
TYPE: paperback novel trade
PUBLISHER: Colliers
COVER PRICE: $ 8
ISBN: 0-02-031589-9
PAGES: 182
COPYRIGHT: 1976 by author
PUB DATE: 1993
EDITION: stated 1st edition also number line
COVER ARTIST: Terry Miura
RATING: 8
INDEX: 0125 - Deus Irae - 015 - PKD RZ - Colliers 1993 - FB
QUOTE “With a sigh Willis Gram pressed a switch on his desk; it opened the circuits to all the major computers throughout the world. He rarely –if ever- used this mechanism.” From Our Friends From Frolix 8 by Philip K. Dick
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
TITLE: Elric Saga Part 2
AUTHOR: Michael Moorcock 1939-
TYPE: novel paperback
EDITION: SFBC Catalog ID: #01995
PUBLISHER: Doubleday
COVER PRICE: $
ISBN:
PAGES: 471
PUB DATE:
COPYRIGHT: various dates by author
COVER ARTIST: Robert Gould
ISFDB: Yes
RATING:
INDEX: 0302 - Elric Saga Part 2 - 21 - MM - HB - IFB
COMMENTS:
undated printing of stated "Science Fiction Book Club edition/July 1984", which was actually a selection in September of that year
acquired from the SFBC after 1985
price unknown
no gutter code apparent
code #01995 at bottom of back cover
cover artist not explicitly credited, and no signature is visible, but jacket and end-page have "About the Artist", and there is no art other than the cover anywhere in or on the book
CONTENTS:
1 • The Vanishing Tower • [The Elric Saga] • (1970) • novel by Michael Moorcock (aka The Sleeping Sorceress) [as by Michael Moorcock ]
139 • The Bane of the Black Sword • [The Elric Saga] • (1977) • novel by Michael Moorcock
271 • Stormbringer • [The Elric Saga] • (1965) • novel by Michael Moorcock
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QUOTE….“ It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair, which flows below his shoulders, is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone”. Thus described by author Michael Moorcock in the first book, Elric of Melniboné
She always runs away after doing her "business" as if she felt guilty for doing something wrong....
Siempre sale corriendo después de hacer popó como si se sintiera culpable de hacer algo malo....
Cierre ciclo de tocatas de www.cadacancionunahistoria.cl/
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TITLE: Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch
AUTHOR: Philip Kindred Dick 1928-82
TYPE: paperback novel hardbound
PUBLISHER: Doubleday
COVER PRICE: $
ISBN:
PAGES: 278
COPYRIGHT: xxxx by author
PUB DATE: January 1965
EDITION: Science Fiction Book Club
COVER ARTIST: Tom Chibbaro
INDEX: 0114 - Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch - 009 - PKD- IFB
QUOTE “Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything. We can't talk about science, because our knowledge of it is limited and unofficial, and usually our fiction is dreadful.” Philip K. Dick
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Title: Night of Light
Author: Farmer, Philip Jose 1918-2009
Type: Paperback – novel
Publisher: Berkley Medallion Book
Publisher ID: S2249
SBN: 425-02249-8
Copyright: 1966 by author
Pages count: 160
Edition: 2nd printing
Cover artist: not credited but is Richard M. Powers 1921-1996
Publication date: October 1972
Cover Price: .75
Magazine appearance: Mercury Press published a shorter version of this novel in June 1957, in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction copyright 1957
Comments: Another great Powers cover from the Golden Age of paperback illustrations.
Culpability: All images are from publications owned by Calwalader Ringgold /\ Weazel . Image scanning, editing and compiling of bibliographic data was performed by Calwalader Ringgold /\ Weazel.
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© Andrew Bossi, flic.kr/s/aHsjXUgY4p
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2014 May 2
Today one friend (Pro-Ukraine) missed being shot by less than a meter. Another (Pro-Russia) was beaten by opposing protesters. And another (Pro-Ukraine) was lit on fire by a Molotov cocktail. ...And I *saw* that last one as it happened on a livestream. And what happened at Odessa's Trade Union Building today is an absolute travesty. If you aren't paying attention to what has been happening, is happening, and what is still to come: you should be.
What is going on in Ukraine is sickening, and worsened in that at the start of this year these same people were friends. You don't throw rocks or tear up cobblestones, toss Molotovs or fill the bottles, fire bullets or stand beside them & expect none of that is intended to kill. Those of both sides who contribute to the carnage are as culpable as those who perform it.
Behind every front line of thugs is a mindless mob, and behind every mindless mob -- to some glimmer of hope -- are the good people, ignored, who will pickup the fallen and clean the mess of both sides.
TITLE: Swords In The Mist
SERIES: Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser Sagas Book - 3
AUTHOR: Fritz Leiber 1910-92
TYPE: paperback collection
PUBLISHER: Ace 79183
COVER PRICE: $1.50
ISBN:
PAGES: 190
COPYRIGHT: 1968 by author
PUB DATE:
EDITION:
COVER ARTIST: Jeff Jones
ISFDB: No
RATING:
NOTATION:
INDEX: 0308 - Swords In The Mist - 02 - FL - Ace - IFB
COMMENTS: several Ace edition of this title, not noted on copy write pages but track by cover price revisions. Initial edition priced at .60
CONTENTS:
9 • The Cloud of Hate • [Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser] • (1963) • shortstory by Fritz Leiber
24 • Lean Times in Lankhmar • [Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser] • (1959) • novelette by Fritz Leiber
66 • Their Mistress, the Sea • [Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser] • (1968) • shortstory by Fritz Leiber
70 • When the Sea-King's Away • [Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser] • (1960) • novelette by Fritz Leiber
96 • The Wrong Branch • [Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser] • (1968) • shortstory by Fritz Leiber
103 • Adept's Gambit • [Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser] • (1947) • novella by Fritz Leiber
QUOTE: The seven eyes of Ningauble the Wizard floated back to his hood as he reported to Fafhrd: "I have seen much, yet cannot explain all. The Gray Mouser is exactly twenty-five feet below the deepest cellar in the palace of Gilpkerio Kistomerces. Even though twenty-four parts in twenty-five of him are dead, he is alive. "Now about Lankhmar. She's been invaded, her walls breached everywhere and desperate fighting is going on in the streets, by a fierce host which out-numbers Lankhmar's inhabitants by fifty to one and equipped with all modern weapons. Yet you can save the city." "How?" demanded Fafhrd. Ningauble shrugged. "You're a hero. You should know." Fritz Leiber, from "The Swords of Lankhmar"
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I made these critters as a sort of practice session for myself in photoshop. I created them using almost entirely nothing but the photoshop presets. Most are made with the elliptical marquee tool. The tentacles for the squid and the octopus and the text on the hippo are the only non-preset inclusions! The legs on the bird for the Hippo Love are actually modified text!
мир
© Andrew Bossi, flic.kr/s/aHsjXUgY4p
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2014 May 2
Today one friend (Pro-Ukraine) missed being shot by less than a meter. Another (Pro-Russia) was beaten by opposing protesters. And another (Pro-Ukraine) was lit on fire by a Molotov cocktail. ...And I *saw* that last one as it happened on a livestream. And what happened at Odessa's Trade Union Building today is an absolute travesty. If you aren't paying attention to what has been happening, is happening, and what is still to come: you should be.
What is going on in Ukraine is sickening, and worsened in that at the start of this year these same people were friends. You don't throw rocks or tear up cobblestones, toss Molotovs or fill the bottles, fire bullets or stand beside them & expect none of that is intended to kill. Those of both sides who contribute to the carnage are as culpable as those who perform it.
Behind every front line of thugs is a mindless mob, and behind every mindless mob -- to some glimmer of hope -- are the good people, ignored, who will pickup the fallen and clean the mess of both sides.
TITLE: The Moon is A Harsh Mistress
AUTHOR: Robert A. Heinlein 1907-88
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Berkley Medallion N1601
COPYRIGHT: 1966 by author
ISBN:
EDITION:
PUB DATE: September 1968
PAGES: 302
COVER PRICE: $.95
COVER ARTIST:
ISFDB: Yes
INDEX: 0178 - The Moon is A Harsh Mistress - 004 - RAH – IFB
QUOTE: “One could write a history of science in reverse by assembling the solemn pronouncements of highest authority about what could not be done and could never happen.”
Robert A. Heinlein
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
TITLE: Restoree
AUTHOR: Anne McCaffrey
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Ballantine 25744 Del Rey
COPYRIGHT: 1967 by Author
ISBN: 0-345-25744-8
EDITION: 2nd printing
PUB DATE: March 1977
PAGES: 252
COVER PRICE: $1.50
COVER ARTIST Brothers Hilderbrant
ISFDB: Yes
RATING:
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
QUOTE….“He learned about pain and death from an ugly dying dog. It had been run over and lay by the side of the road…. To understand what the dog was saying he put his hand on its stumpy tail. “Who mandated this death for you?” he asked the dog. “What have you done?” “I did nothing,” the dog replied. “But this is a harsh death.” “Nonetheless,” the dog told him. “I am blameless.” The Divine Invasion”. Philip K. Dick
Des del moment en que vas néixer, ja vas ser un nen de salut delicada, dèbil i sensible a les dolences del cos i de l’ànima.
El teu pare, un funcionari de la Cambra de Comerç amb moltes ínfules de grandesa i pretensions de pervivència històrica, va triar per a tu, entre tots els possibles, un nom ben pompós amb reminiscències èpiques, admirador com era dels antics emperadors romans. Juli Cèsar Capmany, batejat a l’església de Santa Maria de Vilafranca fa vint-i-vuit anys.
La teva relació amb el teu pare no va ser mai gaire afortunada. No teníeu res en comú, llevat d’un cognom i una línia genealògica que us lligava com un fil invisible a les arrels familiars. Una estirp de viticultors, polítics i funcionaris de comarca.
Vas créixer embolcallat per la mare entre cotó fluix i cataplasmes calentes, la meitat del temps sota les mantes del llit, a l’empara dels virus i bactèries que frisaven per habitar dins teu com en un refugi propici.
Vàrem compartir moltes estones de lleure, moments de lectura entre les flassades de llana on t’explicava contes i llegendes, lliçons d’anatomia i vida animal que llegíem als llibres d’escola que acumulaven pols a les prestatgeries de casa.
Com estaves tant de temps malalt, vàrem pensar que el millor fora que et donés jo mateixa les lliçons escolars a casa. Així, cada dia des de quarts de deu fins a l’hora de dinar, repassàvem unitats didàctiques de matemàtiques, llengua, geologia o ciències socials… Recordo que et senties especialment atret per la botànica i la zoologia. “De gran, seré jardiner i podaré les teves roses del jardí, mare”, em deies algunes vegades. D’altres, simplement planejaves viatges per descobrir feres salvatges a la selva amazònica, o lleons al Serengeti.
A través dels llibres volàvem junts a d’altres països, marxant ben lluny del pare i de la casa a la que tots dos ens sentíem irremediablement lligats. Entre nosaltres hi havia una complicitat que ton pare envejava, perquè en quedava totalment exclòs. Ell hagués volgut passejar del braç pels carrers del poble, lluint un fill sà i atlètic, musculós i sense gaire senderi. Per contra, el seu unigènit consumia el seu cos i els seus dies treballant la ment sota els llençols d’un jaç compartit amb la mare, aquella dona esquerpa que defugia l’abraçada de l’home amb qui compartia el llit.
Mentre jo anava acumulant arrugues i cabells blancs, tu creixies ràpidament, en una transformació constant del cos d’infant a adolescent. En aquesta etapa de la teva vida, vas prendre camins en altres direccions, lluny del meu refugi, i això va ser bo per a tu. I també per a mi, perquè en el fons mai deixàrem de ser bons confidents.
Quan ton pare va marxar de casa, tot just acabaves de complir els divuit anys. Havies estat testimoni de tantes discussions i objecte de tants retrets, que la partença t’alleugerà l’ànim tant com a mi. Érem lliures d’aquella presència ombrívola i tòxica que no ens feia cap bé a cap dels dos.
Així, el temps va anar passant i em confiares amors i desenganys, passions i renúncies. I sempre, en tota relació, vivies el regust de la carència. Al capdavall, sempre acabaves sol i decebut. I jo et consolava tant bé com sabia. Després de cada desamor teu, solíem guarir-nos amb un viatge a algun país remot, pagat per un pare absent i culpable. I quan tornàvem, havies oblidat totalment l’objecte dels teus desitjos no correspostos, disposat a començar de nou l’art de la conquesta.
Però malgrat la joia aparent i les rialles contínues, alguna cosa t’estava fent molt de mal per dins. El dolor creixia al teu interior sense remei, escampant-se com un virus letal.
Recordo perfectament el dia en què em digueres que ingressaves a l’Hospital Comarcal per extirpar-te el dany que t’estava matant.
Em vas dir que sabies que jo ja ho pressentia, que podia sentir com feia temps que t’anaves consumint, empal·lidint com una vella actriu d’òpera xinesa, mort en vida, per una dolença que era part de tu i et lligava a un cos pudent i degradat.
Jo no volia veure-ho, però finalment em vas obrir els ulls i no vaig poder fer res més que reconèixer que te n’anaves lluny, que et perdia i el problema només tenia una solució, tot i que el risc era tan gran que només de pensar-ho ja m’espantava.
Avui, les hores a l’hospital passen lentament, eternes, mentre espero que el metge surti del quiròfan per explicar-me com ha anat tot. Finalment, el veig sortir per la porta amb la seva bata blanca i el posat solemne i distant, i m’ho explica.
M’acomiado de tu, Juli, fill meu. Descansa en pau, allà on siguis. Mai no t’oblidaré.
Benvinguda al món, Júlia, filla meva.
In 1992 artist Nick Cave sat in a Chicago park, still reeling from news of the Rodney King beating and ensuing Los Angeles riots. Feeling Vulnerable and that he -- like any African American man -- could be targeted, he gathered Sticks from the ground. At the studio, he turned these sticks into his first Soundsuit, a wearable Sculpture and defensive shell. Often seen as a celebration of movement and material, Cave's Soundsuits mask the body, erasing identity. Now, more than twenty years later, Cave takes us inside the belly of one of his iconic sculptures with this immersive installation Until -- a play on the phrase "innocent until proven guilty" or, in this case, "guilty until proven innocent." Cave's work began as a protective response to violence, and, with Until, he tackles the recent deaths of African Americans in the United States -- Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Oscar Grant... the list goes on -- eulogizing these victims while providing a platform for civil discourse, debate, and, ultimately, hope.
Until began with a question Cave asked himself: Is there racism in heaven? Instead of providing a direct answer, Cave offers us an experience. Across this space, visitors traverse a sculptural forest of metallic lawn ornaments --punctuated by images of guns, bullets, and targets, positioning us all as culpable, vulnerable, and potentially under attack --before arriving at a crystal cloud topped by a garden of found ceramic birds, metal flowers, and black-face lawn jockeys. By removing the lawn jockeys (cast-iron figurines and racist remnants) from circulation, Cave transforms them into agents for change, placing beaded nets in their hands as dream catchers. Our journey through Until continues to a cliff wall constructed of millions of woven plastic beads, an immersive video, and a metaphoric cleansing in a Mylar waterfall.
Until is also a site for performances and community engagement, with the immersive installation becoming a stage for testimonials, music, dance, poetry, and discussion. In the end, Cave takes off the protective mask his Soundsuits. Once provided, offering an environment to discuss important issues in a space that is at Once Seductive, provocative, and -- ultimately -- optimistic.
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© Andrew Bossi, flic.kr/s/aHsjXUgY4p
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2014 May 2
Today one friend (Pro-Ukraine) missed being shot by less than a meter. Another (Pro-Russia) was beaten by opposing protesters. And another (Pro-Ukraine) was lit on fire by a Molotov cocktail. ...And I *saw* that last one as it happened on a livestream. And what happened at Odessa's Trade Union Building today is an absolute travesty. If you aren't paying attention to what has been happening, is happening, and what is still to come: you should be.
What is going on in Ukraine is sickening, and worsened in that at the start of this year these same people were friends. You don't throw rocks or tear up cobblestones, toss Molotovs or fill the bottles, fire bullets or stand beside them & expect none of that is intended to kill. Those of both sides who contribute to the carnage are as culpable as those who perform it.
Behind every front line of thugs is a mindless mob, and behind every mindless mob -- to some glimmer of hope -- are the good people, ignored, who will pickup the fallen and clean the mess of both sides.
► Se que soy culpable de mi suerte
y que mi sufrimiento no te hará volver en mi otra vez creer
te hice llorar y me arrepiento,
amor cuanto lo siento
si no te vuelvo a ver
no sobreviviré...♪
мир
© Andrew Bossi, flic.kr/s/aHsjXUgY4p
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2014 May 2
Today one friend (Pro-Ukraine) missed being shot by less than a meter. Another (Pro-Russia) was beaten by opposing protesters. And another (Pro-Ukraine) was lit on fire by a Molotov cocktail. ...And I *saw* that last one as it happened on a livestream. And what happened at Odessa's Trade Union Building today is an absolute travesty. If you aren't paying attention to what has been happening, is happening, and what is still to come: you should be.
What is going on in Ukraine is sickening, and worsened in that at the start of this year these same people were friends. You don't throw rocks or tear up cobblestones, toss Molotovs or fill the bottles, fire bullets or stand beside them & expect none of that is intended to kill. Those of both sides who contribute to the carnage are as culpable as those who perform it.
Behind every front line of thugs is a mindless mob, and behind every mindless mob -- to some glimmer of hope -- are the good people, ignored, who will pickup the fallen and clean the mess of both sides.
A Francesc Ferrer i Guàrdia
monòlit per a Francesc Ferrer i Guardia, a la muntanya de Montjuïc, per l'ajuntament de Barcelona el 13 d'octubre de 1990 en 81 aniversari de la seva mort.
El 13 d'octubre de 1909 va ser executat a la presó del castell de Montjuïc, acusat d'haver estat l'instigador de la revolta coneguda com la Setmana Tràgica de Barcelona del 1909. Una revolta anticlerical, després de la qual Ferrer, a causa de les seves poques amistats estratègiques i la seva antiga vinculació amb Mateo Morral, va ser declarat culpable davant un tribunal militar. La seva obra més coneguda és L'Escola Moderna. Poc després de la seva mort es van obrir arreu del món diverses Escoles Modernes inspirades en la seva pedagogia. Una de les més importants va ser la Modern School de Nova York, fundada en 1911.
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Monolith and statue dedicated in 1990 by the Barcelona mayor's office in respect for his work.
Following the declaration of martial law in 1909 during the Tragic Week, he was arrested and executed without trial by firing squad at Montjuich Fortress in Barcelona on 13 October, even though he was never really involved.
Shortly after his execution, numerous supporters of Ferrer's ideas in the United States formed what were called Modern Schools, or Ferrer Schools, modeled after la Escuela Moderna. The first and most notable Modern School was formed in New York City in 1911
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Monolito y estatua colocados en 1990 como reconocimiento público de la ciudad de Barcelona a Ferrer Guardia. Este monumento es una réplica del instalado en memoria del pedagogo anarquista en 1911 en Bruselas, exactamente en la Avenida Franklin Roosevelt, frente a la Universidad Libre de la capital belga.
En 1909 se encuentra en Barcelona y es detenido, acusado de haber sido el instigador de la revuelta conocida como la Semana Trágica. Una revuelta anticlerical, tras la cual Ferrer, debido a sus pocas amistades estratégicas y su antigua vinculación con Mateo Morral, fue declarado culpable ante un tribunal militar y a las 9 de la mañana del 13 de octubre de 1909 fue fusilado en el foso de Santa Amalia de la prisión del Montjuïc.
Es bien sabido, y ya lo fue en su momento, que Ferrer Guardia no tuvo relación con los hechos y que los tribunales militares lo acusaron y condenaron sin más pruebas.
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TITLE: The Cache
AUTHOR: Philip Jose Farmer
TYPE: paperback Collection
PUBLISHER: TOR
COVER PRICE: $2.50
ISBN: 523-48511-5
PAGES: 292
COPYRIGHT: 1981 by author
PUB DATE:
EDITION:
COVER ARTIST:
INDEX: 0102 - Cache - 0015 - PJF - IFB
CONTENTS:
·7 • The Long Warpath • (1962) • novel by Philip José Farmer (aka Cache from Outer Space) [as by Philip José Farmer ]
·191 • Rastignac the Devil • [The Sturch] • (1954) • novella by Philip José Farmer
·267 • They Twinkled Like Jewels • (1954) • shortstory by Philip José Farmer
QUOTE “His wife had held him in her arms as if she could keep death away from him. He had cried out, "My God, I am a dead man!"
- To Your Scattered Bodies Go.” Philip Jose Farmer
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
TITLE: Maze of Death
AUTHOR: Philip Kindred Dick 1928-82
TYPE: trade paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Paperback Library - Catalog ID: #64-636
COVER PRICE: $ .75
ISBN:
PAGES: 190
COPYRIGHT: 1970 by author
PUB DATE: 1st: July 1971 2nd: May 1973
EDITION: 2nd printing stated
COVER ARTIST: Richard Powers
ISFDB: Yes verified not as primary
RATING:
INDEX: 0327 - Maze of Death - 034 - PKD - IFB
QUOTE “Sometimes I think this planet is under a spell,” Elias said. “We are asleep or in a trance, and something causes us to see what it wants us to see and remember and think what it wants us to remember and think. …”Strange,” Herb Asher said. His business partner said, “Yes, very strange.” The Divine Invasion pg. 169
CULPABILITY: All images posted are from publications owned by RC/\Weazel. RC/\Weazel performed image scanning, editing and the compiling of bibliographic data.
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RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
мир
© Andrew Bossi, flic.kr/s/aHsjXUgY4p
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2014 May 2
Today one friend (Pro-Ukraine) missed being shot by less than a meter. Another (Pro-Russia) was beaten by opposing protesters. And another (Pro-Ukraine) was lit on fire by a Molotov cocktail. ...And I *saw* that last one as it happened on a livestream. And what happened at Odessa's Trade Union Building today is an absolute travesty. If you aren't paying attention to what has been happening, is happening, and what is still to come: you should be.
What is going on in Ukraine is sickening, and worsened in that at the start of this year these same people were friends. You don't throw rocks or tear up cobblestones, toss Molotovs or fill the bottles, fire bullets or stand beside them & expect none of that is intended to kill. Those of both sides who contribute to the carnage are as culpable as those who perform it.
Behind every front line of thugs is a mindless mob, and behind every mindless mob -- to some glimmer of hope -- are the good people, ignored, who will pickup the fallen and clean the mess of both sides.
© All rights reserved.
My friend Charlie Munroe
Also see RETRATOS: Faces of "Los Pioneros" www.flickr.com/photos/artedelares/sets/72157594337021083/
ARTIST STATEMENT:
These are part of an ongoing series of documentary images that memorialize the faces and lives of Latino elders in various community settings.
It's also a meditative reflection of my own aging process and awareness of normal and abnormal declines in memory. The nature of identity and the daily miracle of waking up in the morning re-remembering who I am.......
Memory is the basic stuff that anchors us to our being in time and space...... It's the link to where we've been. Unique to all other living things, it is the vessel for our existential awareness of what we're all moving toward.......our mortality. Our spiritual journey, our humanity.
With any luck and longevity, impending mortality can become an advisor that sits on our shoulder nudging us towards the better part of wisdom....or sometimes simply stirring us awake to the moment.
In “Tuesdays with Morrie” ( www.randomhouse.com/features/morrie/ ) there's a cute story about this.
A little wave bobbing along in the great ocean....having a grand old time.....notices that the waves in front were crashing against the shore. 'My God, this is terrible', the wave says. Look what's going to happen to me! Another wave comes along and says: 'Why do you look so sad? The first wave says: 'you don't understand, we're all going to crash!.....All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't this terrible?' The second wave says: 'No, you don't understand....... You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean.'.......
This project is about the experience of feeling like a tiny evanescent “wave” in the ocean of humanity. It is a celebration of life in the face of the inevitable losses encountered in our human journey. More to the point, it is a tribute to my Puerto Rican family and the memory of my parents, Genara Santiago Otaño and Juan Martinez Rodriguez
Beyond this, my friend Don Alfonso Rodriguez has been my muse and pivotal wake-up call to do this project. I thank and acknowledge him and all our elder friends and neighbors from the greater Latin American community and beyond. Most importantly, this work acknowledges the children, spouses, professional caretakers and service agencies (i.e., The Lincoln Square Neighborhood Center, NORC program) that make it possible for our elders to continue living in their own homes. To say the very least, our elders deserve to live and die with dignity.
The saddest part of all of this is the dearth of resources available to make this happen. The poverty rate in 2002 among US Hispanic elderly (65 and older) was 21.4 percent. Compared to other elderly in the US population), they are twice as likely to be living within the poverty levels. ( USDHHS www.aoa.gov/prof/Statistics/minority_aging/Facts-on-Hispa... )
Even sadder still, it's actually worse than reported when one thinks about it. This is because the operational definitions of poverty statistics are politically driven and often under-report actual poverty levels on the ground. Whatever the methodological or other reasons may be, they serve to lessen the culpability and shame of the established political and social order for this growing crisis. No surprise there, .....another “white elephant” hidden in plain sight, eh?
In so many ways, known and unknown, our elders are extraordinary, unsung heros, leaders, workers among workers, dreamers, mentors, nurturers....”Pioneros.... Yes, our collective cultural memory. I am living out many of their dreams. I am co-creating new ones into the future......right now.
All those who've been reading my comments and text, you will notice that the overall narrative is developing in response to your: “favoriting”, “views”, comments, conversations and interactions with me about this project. You are all an interctive parts of this creation.......thank you!!!
This long-term documentary project continues grow for yet another year..... Any ideas for project funding proposals.......promoting an exhibition, book or ";show-and-tell"..???... Let me know :~)
TITLE: From These Ashes: The Complete Short SF of Fredric Brown
AUTHOR: 1906-72
TYPE: hardbound collection
PUBLISHER: NESFA Press
COPYRIGHT: 2000 by the estate of Fredric Brown
ISBN: 1-886778-18-3
EDITION: Science Fiction Book Club edition
PUB DATE: 2000
PAGES: 693
COVER PRICE:
COVER ARTIST: Bob Eggleton
ISFDB: Yes
RATING: 8.0
COMMENTS: SFBC edition identical to retail edition but no price and SFBC number on back of dust cover. NEFSA is the New England Science Fiction Association. This publisher has collected and reprinted many long out of print books in attractive editions. Fredric Brown short fiction dates from 1941 to 1965. I found these 110 stories uniformly entertaining. Thank you NEFSA. Press
AND SO HE SAYS….“So I'll write it, and then I'll find out that I actually wrote something that is utterly useless. You can't use it in the story and it doesn't fit. So I just throw it away. I've done that countless times”. Jack Vance
CULPABILITY: All images posted are from publications owned by CW. Image scanning, editing and the compiling of bibliographic data was performed by CW.
ISFDB: Internet Speculative Fiction Data Base.
RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
TITLE: Night of the Wolf
AUTHOR: Fritz Leiber 1910-92
TYPE: paperback Collection
PUBLISHER: Ballantine #U2254
COVER PRICE: $.50
ISBN:
PAGES: 221
COPYRIGHT: various by author
PUB DATE: 1966-07-00
EDITION: 1st edition
COVER ARTIST:
ISFDB: Yes,
NOTATION: Stated "original publication - not a reprint". Cover art not credited and there is no identifiable signature on the cover.
INDEX: 0320 - Night of the Wolf - 13 - FL - IFB
COMMENTS: not stated but looks like Powers is the cover artist
CONTENTS:
9 • The Lone Wolf • (1962) • novella by Fritz Leiber (aka The Creature from Cleveland Depths) [as by Fritz Leiber ]
56 • The Wolf Pair • (1960) • novella by Fritz Leiber (aka The Night of the Long Knives) [as by Fritz Leiber ]
138 • Crazy Wolf • (1944) • shortstory by Fritz Leiber (aka Sanity) [as by Fritz Leiber ]
154 • The Wolf Pack • (1950) • novella by Fritz Leiber (aka Let Freedom Ring) [as by Fritz Leiber ]
QUOTE: The seven eyes of Ningauble the Wizard floated back to his hood as he reported to Fafhrd: "I have seen much, yet cannot explain all. The Gray Mouser is exactly twenty-five feet below the deepest cellar in the palace of Gilpkerio Kistomerces. Even though twenty-four parts in twenty-five of him are dead, he is alive. "Now about Lankhmar. She's been invaded, her walls breached everywhere and desperate fighting is going on in the streets, by a fierce host which out-numbers Lankhmar's inhabitants by fifty to one and equipped with all modern weapons. Yet you can save the city." "How?" demanded Fafhrd. Ningauble shrugged. "You're a hero. You should know." Fritz Leiber, from "The Swords of Lankhmar"
CULPABILITY: All images posted are from publications owned by RC/\Weazel. RC/\Weazel performed image scanning, editing and the compiling of bibliographic data.
ISFDB: Internet Speculative Fiction Data Base.
RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
Investigators evaluate each case first for criminal culpability, second for civil enforcement
potential, and lastly for administrative remedies such as suspension and debarment. SIGAR’s strategic approach takes into account the unique and difficult environment in Afghanistan.
Cierre ciclo de tocatas de www.cadacancionunahistoria.cl/
Disco : Apt
Galpon 6, ex oz
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTq1Uc0qHK0
Nicole - Culpables
COMUNICADO DE PRENSA DA SGHN EN RELACIÓN COA LAGOA DA FROUXEIRA
A SGHN, ante as declaracións de responsables de Conservación da Consellería de Medio Rural aludindo á imposibilidade de actuación na lagoa da Frouxeira debido ás denuncias de organizacións conservacionistas desexa levar ao público as seguintes consideracións:
1. Ningunha denuncia paraliza nada na UE senón ten unha base legal fundamentada.
2. A actitude da SGHN sempre é a de buscar o mellor nivel de colaboración con administracións e colectivos para preservar o patrimonio natural galego. De non conseguilo trata de instar ás instancias que correspondan para que se cumpra a lei.
3. O caso da Frouxeira, que reúne cinco figuras de protección, unha delas internacional, é un dos exemplos máis lamentables do abandono da administración autonómica responsable da conservación, toda vez que incumpriu reiteradamente as obrigas que lle confire a lei e compromisos internacionais, gastando pouco ou nada na xestión e, o que é peor, demostrando pola vía dos feitos que non hai unha política de xestión, nin sobre o papel nin sobre o terreo, descargando actuacións que lle competen sobre os limitados medios e competencias do concello de Valdoviño.
4. Os conservacionistas SI somos culpables de preocuparse dende 1973 para evitar que na superficie da Frouxeira houbera cousas como un complexo turístico, un 'lago' para deportes náuticos e unha 'reserva', como recollen as hemerotecas. Máis non somos os únicos culpables, moitos veciños de Valdoviño apoiaron esas reivindicacións e un alcalde valente, Jesús Tutor (†) tivo o valor en 1985 de asumir a restitución da canle vella aconsellado pola SGHN. Non lle dou ou non puido construír o acceso en peine ás fincas, como parece que se está a facer de urxencia este decembro.
5. Esa valentía cómprelle agora á Dirección Xeral de Conservación e a Augas de Galicia para tomar medidas técnicas de xestión da lagoa apoiadas en estudos científicos fundamentados, máis que pretender enfrontar a conservacionistas e veciños que encontrarán sempre na SGHN unha organización interesada na mellor calidade do medio de Galicia.
Máis información en www.sghn.org
September 30, 2018
Winnipeg, Manitoba
A round dance was held at Portage and Main to commemorate the damage wrought by the Canadian Indian residential school system.
Residential schools were boarding schools run by Canada's Department of Indian Affairs in conjunction with Christian churches, from about 1870 to 1996. Both Anglican and Catholic churches were culpable.
Attendance at residential schools was compulsory, and Indigenous children were forcibly removed from their homes by government agents. That made both the Government of Canada and the Church collaborators in one of the largest mass kidnappings in history.
The function of the schools was to 'erase the Indian' by forcing children into speaking English or French. Severe punishment was given to those who disobeyed and continued to speak their own language.
The residential schools also became known for unchecked and widespread physical and emotional abuse by clergy. St. Anne’s Indian Residential School even had its own electric chair, something the Canadian government was aware of and didn’t stop. This was only one of the horrors students were forced to endure. High rates of child mortality within the nationwide system went uninvestigated, with many of the dead buried in unmarked graves.
Within the last week, a Saskatchewan radio station broadcast an advertisement paid for by the Frontier Centre for Public Policy (FCPP), a Winnipeg-based organization. The ad, featuring Roger Currie, claims that the indignities perpetrated by residential schools are a myth. The terrible claims made by former students have been independently investigated and found to be true. The Church and the Government of Canada have both since apologised for their roles, with the latter having unilaterally paid financial recompense to those remaining survivors who were victimized by the system.
The generational ramifications of the Canadian Indian residential school system are still visible today; indigenous men and women are marginalised and discriminated against in what are becoming public spectacles. Despite promises made by our current Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, very little has been done by his government to find common ground with the Indigenous population. At times it seems as though the Government of Canada is still at odds with the Indians, as it was in the old days.
A week or two back a British tourist was observed throwing a cigarette butt out of his car window while parked on Table Mountain. The butt started a fire and the tourist tried to drive off but was stopped by the two rangers that witnessed the cause of the fire. This fire raged, out of control, for several days before firefighters could extinguish it. Houses in some suburbs were threatened but fortunately no houses were burnt. Sadly another British tourist, a 65 year old woman, died from smoke inhalation. The person that started the fire is now on bail, awaiting trial on charges of arson and culpable homicide.
This photograph shows some of the devastation wrought on the fynbos that normally covers the mountainsides.
This started small but very quickly raged into a huge fire that's burned a significant portion of the mountain. Not only the nature - and we have the smallest and most diverse of the 6 floral kingdoms of the world - but many houses were taken as well as the life of a 65 year old British tourist.
The most fascinating part of the story is that trail guides spotted and nabbed the fire suspect. A British tourist, 36-year-old man, was in police custody last night, suspected of being responsible for starting the fire. He appeared 'puzzled' and 'disorientated' in the Cape Town magistrate's court this morning to face a charge of culpable homicide and arson.
Cape Times reports: "Fiona Kalk, communications manager of the Table Mountain National Park, said the start of the fire was witnessed by a Hoeriekwaggo trail guide, Donovan Lyimo: "He was at the bottom of Platteklip Gorge on Tafelberg Road when he saw a man flick a cigarette from a car window and saw the fire start. Although Donovan tried to put out the fire there was no way he could, because it spread very rapidly.
"The man in the car also saw the fire starting but drove off. Donovan then radioed the registration number of the car to another guide, Noluthando Mathe, who was further down the road. She jumped in front of the car, stopped it and radioed rangers, who arrested the man."
TITLE: Downward To Earth
AUTHOR: Robert Silverberg 1935-
TYPE: novel paperback
PUBLISHER: Signet T4497
COVER PRICE: $.75
ISBN:
PAGES: 176
PUB DATE: January 1971
EDITION: 1st paperback
COPYRIGHT: 1971 by author
COVER ARTIST: Gene Szafran
ISFDB: Yes,
RATING:
NOTATION:
First printing stated
Cover artist identified by signature only, no credit given.
INDEX: 0246 - Downward To Earth - 16 - RB - IFB
Synopsis: Edmund Gunderson was the Terran administrator of the colony world of Belzagor, and he returns to it after it has gained independence, feeling a sense of guilt for the way he has treated its dominant species, the elephant-like nildoror, whose animalistic appearance had kept Gunderson from taking them seriously as sentient beings. On his return, he feels a new sense of kinship with the natives, perhaps more than for the Terran tourists. The nildoror undergo a process of rebirth, and Gunderson's greatest guilt comes from having denied rebirth to seven nildoror to make them help him repair flood damage.(From Wikipedia)
CONTENTS: Serialized in Galaxy magazine 1969-70 four parts
CULPABILITY: All images posted are from publications owned by RC/\Weazel. RC/\Weazel performed image scanning, editing and the compiling of bibliographic data.
ISFDB: Internet Speculative Fiction Data Base.
RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry indicates specific information not available from book.
QUOTE….“The study of history was oddly congenial to Joseph. There was a kind of poetry in it for him. He had always loved those flamboyant tales of far-off strife, the carefully preserved legends of the fabled kings and kingdoms of Old Earth. But they were just tales to him, gaudy legends, ingenious dramatic fictions. He did not seriously think that men like Agamemnon and Julius Caesar and Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan had ever existed”. Robert Silverberg from The Longest Way Home
TITLE: Astronauts Must Not Land
AUTHOR: John Brunner 1934-94
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Ace F227
COVER PRICE: $ .40
ISBN:
PAGES: 138
COPYRIGHT: 1963 by author
PUB DATE: 1963
EDITION: 1st publication under stated title Ace Double with Brunner’s Space Time Juggler
COVER ARTIST: Ed Valigursky
ISFDB: Yes verified
RATING:
NOTATION:
Cover for The Astronauts Must Not Land is stated "First Book Publication"
Cover artist is uncredited and signature is not visible on cover.
The Astronauts Must Not Land 138 pages
Variant title More Things in Heaven
COMMENTS:
INDEX: 0331 - Astronauts Must Not Land - 36 - JB - IFB
QUOTE “Yew want to know what the reel horror is, hey? Wal, it”s this- it ain’t what thern fish devils haz done, but it’s what they’re a-goin’ to do! They’re a-bringin’ things up aout o’ whar they come from into the taown….ever hear tell of a shoggoth?” p73….. From The Shadow Out of Time by Howard P. Lovecraft
CULPABILITY: All images posted are from publications owned by RC/\Weazel. RC/\Weazel performed image scanning, editing and the compiling of bibliographic data.
ISFDB: Internet Speculative Fiction Data Base.
RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry: indicates specific information not available from book.
TITLE: Rites of Ohe
AUTHOR: John Brunner 1934-94
TYPE: paperback novel
PUBLISHER: Ace F-242
COVER PRICE: $ .40
ISBN:
PAGES: 127
COPYRIGHT: 1963 by author
PUB DATE: 1963
EDITION: Ace Double Novel backed with Castaway’ World by John Brunner
COVER ARTIST: Valigursky
ISFDB: Yes verified
NOTATION: The Rites of Ohe copyright 1963 by Ace Books.
The Rite of Ohe has 'First Book Publication' on lower left front cover running vertically.
The artist is not credited; no visible signature.
INDEX: 0211 - Rites of Ohe - 24 - JB - IFB
QUOTE “Something is wrong,” Ragle said. “I don’t mean with you or me or with any one person. I mean in general.” “The time,” Ragle said, “ is out of joint.” “I thing we should compare notes.” …From Time Out of Joint by Philip K. Dick
CULPABILITY: All images posted are from publications owned by RC/\Weazel. RC/\Weazel performed image scanning, editing and the compiling of bibliographic data.
ISFDB: Internet Speculative Fiction Data Base.
RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
NO entry: indicates specific information not available from book.
The triumph of the revolution? This is Julie, Andy's wife, in the "kitchen" of the tiny delapidated house the family lives in, which is just 2 blocks away from where the
big billboard is positioned. No running water. No sink. No stove. No space. One countertop 2-ring burner, per household, supplied by the state. Struggling to feed
her family on the meagre food rations alloted. ( Unless, of course you're one of the
emerging elite or the dictatorial government. ) This is a working family, Andy
teaches arts in junior school , for $10 a month. Triumph? Let's ask Julie about that!
Foto del Making Off de Culpables, se rodó en el local la Feria y en un galpón con las pantallas leds. El video fue dirigido por mis amigos de Alterado!
Link Video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsc7YXgAe8E
Link Making Off:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMeQa2YzMYI
Fotos Por: Carolina Dagach
© All rights reserved.
Jioconda is proud of having been a beautiful woman in her youth. It's true.
Also see RETRATOS: Faces of "Los Pioneros" www.flickr.com/photos/artedelares/sets/72157594337021083/
ARTIST STATEMENT:
These are part of an ongoing series of documentary images that memorialize the faces and lives of Latino elders in various community settings.
It's also a meditative reflection of my own aging process and awareness of normal and abnormal declines in memory. The nature of identity and the daily miracle of waking up in the morning re-remembering who I am.......
Memory is the basic stuff that anchors us to our being in time and space...... It's the link to where we've been. Unique to all other living things, it is the vessel for our existential awareness of what we're all moving toward.......our mortality. Our spiritual journey, our humanity.
With any luck and longevity, impending mortality can become an advisor that sits on our shoulder nudging us towards the better part of wisdom....or sometimes simply stirring us awake to the moment.
In “Tuesdays with Morrie” ( www.randomhouse.com/features/morrie/ ) there's a cute story about this.
A little wave bobbing along in the great ocean....having a grand old time.....notices that the waves in front were crashing against the shore. 'My God, this is terrible', the wave says. Look what's going to happen to me! Another wave comes along and says: 'Why do you look so sad? The first wave says: 'you don't understand, we're all going to crash!.....All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't this terrible?' The second wave says: 'No, you don't understand....... You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean.'.......
This project is about the experience of feeling like a tiny evanescent “wave” in the ocean of humanity. It is a celebration of life in the face of the inevitable losses encountered in our human journey. More to the point, it is a tribute to my Puerto Rican family and the memory of my parents, Genara Santiago Otaño and Juan Martinez Rodriguez
Beyond this, my friend Don Alfonso Rodriguez has been my muse and pivotal wake-up call to do this project. I thank and acknowledge him and all our elder friends and neighbors from the greater Latin American community and beyond. Most importantly, this work acknowledges the children, spouses, professional caretakers and service agencies (i.e., The Lincoln Square Neighborhood Center, NORC program) that make it possible for our elders to continue living in their own homes. To say the very least, our elders deserve to live and die with dignity.
The saddest part of all of this is the dearth of resources available to make this happen. The poverty rate in 2002 among US Hispanic elderly (65 and older) was 21.4 percent. Compared to other elderly in the US population), they are twice as likely to be living within the poverty levels. ( USDHHS www.aoa.gov/prof/Statistics/minority_aging/Facts-on-Hispa... )
Even sadder still, it's actually worse than reported when one thinks about it. This is because the operational definitions of poverty statistics are politically driven and often under-report actual poverty levels on the ground. Whatever the methodological or other reasons may be, they serve to lessen the culpability and shame of the established political and social order for this growing crisis. No surprise there, .....another “white elephant” hidden in plain sight, eh?
In so many ways, known and unknown, our elders are extraordinary, unsung heros, leaders, workers among workers, dreamers, mentors, nurturers....”Pioneros.... Yes, our collective cultural memory. I am living out many of their dreams. I am co-creating new ones into the future......right now.
All those who've been reading my comments and text, you will notice that the overall narrative is developing in response to your: “favoriting”, “views”, comments, conversations and interactions with me about this project. You are all an interctive parts of this creation.......thank you!!!
This long-term documentary project continues grow for yet another year..... Any ideas for project funding proposals.......promoting an exhibition, book or ";show-and-tell"..???... Let me know :~)
TITLE: Jewel in the Skull – 1st Volume in the History of the Rune Staff
AUTHOR: Michael Moorcock 1939-
TYPE: novel paperback
EDITION:1st US edition previous UK printings
PUBLISHER: DAW 225 UY1276
COVER PRICE: $1.25
ISBN: 0-87997-276-9
PAGES: 176
PUB DATE: Jan 1977
COPYRIGHT: 1966,77 by author
COVER ARTIST: Richard Clifton-Dey
ISFDB: No
RATING: 8
INDEX: 0285 - Jewel in the Skull - 05 - MM - IFB
CULPABILITY: All images posted are from publications owned by RC/\Weazel. RC/\Weazel performed image scanning, editing and the compiling of bibliographic data.
ISFDB: Internet Speculative Fiction Data Base.
RATING: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being great and 1 don’t read.
No entries indicate specific information not available for the book.
QUOTE….“ It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair, which flows below his shoulders, is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone”. Thus described by author Michael Moorcock in the first book, Elric of Melniboné