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Gone Missing (Kate Burkholder #4) & Her Last Breath (Kate Burkholder #5) - Linda Castillo by Michelle

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GONE MISSING - Rumspringa is the time when Amish teens are allowed to experience life without the rules. It’s an exciting time of personal discovery and growth before committing to the church. But when a young teen disappears without a trace, the carefree fun comes to an abrupt and sinister end, and fear spreads through the community like a contagion.

A missing child is a nightmare to all parents, and never more so than in the Amish community, where family ties run deep. When the search for the presumed runaway turns up a dead body, the case quickly becomes a murder investigation. And chief of Police Kate Burkholder knows that in order to solve this case she will have to call upon everything she has to give not only as a cop, but as a woman whose own Amish roots run deep.

Kate and state agent, John Tomasetti, delve into the lives of the missing teen and discover links to cold cases that may go back years. But will Kate piece together all the parts of this sinister puzzle in time to save the missing teen and the Amish community from a devastating fate? Or will she find herself locked in a fight to the death with a merciless killer?

HER LAST BREATH - An extraordinarily beautiful Amish woman, a dangerous femme fatale, is the central figure in a story that reveals a dark side of Painters Mill and its seemingly perfect Amish world

A rainy night, an Amish father returning home with his three children, a speeding car hurtling toward them out of nowhere.

What at first seems like a tragic, but routine car accident suddenly takes on a more sinister cast as evidence emerges that nothing about the crash is accidental. But who would want to kill an Amish deacon and two of his children? He leaves behind a grieving widow and a young boy who clings to life in the intensive care wing of a hospital, unable to communicate. He may be the only one who knows what happened that night. Desperate to find out who killed her best friend’s husband and why, Kate begins to suspect she is not looking for a reckless drunk, but instead is on the trail of a cold blooded killer amid the residents of Painter’s Mill. It is a search that takes her on a chilling journey into the darkest reaches of the human heart and makes her question everything she has ever

believed about the Amish culture into which she was born

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MY REVIEW - I think I have learned a few things while reading Linda Castillo's Kate Burkholder series. They are as follows:

1. If Painters Mills is a real town, I don't want to go anywhere near it. There is way too much death and deceit going on there and I'm not sure if the police department would be able to keep my ass safe.

2. I think I have established an un-natural fear of the Amish. No seriously...

3. I will never pass by any abandoned farmhouse and not think of someone strung up in a dirty smelly room.

4. I will never look at the Underground Railway and tunnels the same way.

5. Everytime I pass a farm and smell manure I think of manure pits and how easily someone could be pushed into one.

6. Two words...Abandoned Silos

Now about the Book(s) - Kate has more baggage attached to her than a whorehouse full of ex nuns. WTF is wrong with this woman? As the books go on she seems to fall deeper and deeper into despair. She seems to be one of those people who does not learn from her mistakes. She figures out what went wrong at the end, but doesn't figure out how not to eff up the next case. She puts the Amish of Painters Mills on such a high pedestal that she seems to forget that they are people just like the rest of us who make mistakes and are capable of committing all kinds of heinous acts of crime. She may have physically left the faith, but mentally she never left. That is what she seems to struggle with in every book. Don't get me wrong, I love the flawed character. I think that is what makes these book so exciting. However, I'm hoping to see Kate grow a bit if more of these are to be written.

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Dell Mapback 390 (1950). Cover Art by Robert Stanley by Leo Boudreau

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"World War II is over but Hooper Taliafero is still in Africa, tying up Uncle Sam's loose ends. The latest end is in Cabinda, a tiny Portuguese colony with gaily painted buildings and a history of slave-trading. Hoop should have a pleasant stay at the home of the local administrator - the beer, after all, is cold, and the women beautiful - but the other guests are an unpleasant mix of hangers-on, including a shady lawyer and an overly chummy Brit on constant look-out for a loan. When one of them is murdered, Hoop calls in Dr. Mary Finney, the Miss Marple of the tropics. As usual, Hoop is a bit fuzzy on the details, but the formidable Dr. Finney has both stellar sleuthing skills and a .45 in her "necessaries bag." Both will come in handy if she's to sort through the tangled threads of the Cabinda Affair." [Summary at Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/book/show/2372271.The_Cabinda_Affair_Fe...]

Old Warren County Courthouse (1861), v05, 1008 Cherry St, Vicksburg, MS, USA by Steve Minor

Vicksburg, Mississippi est. 1825, pop. (2013) 23,542 • MS Delta

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U.S. Three-Inch Ordnance Rifle,

Made in 1863 by the Phoenix Iron Company, Phoenixville, Penn.

The original carriages were made of white oak and iron.

These, made around 1915, are of iron and concrete.

• site crowns the highest hill in Vicksburg • land donated by the family of the city's founder, Newitt Vick • built by the Weldon Brothers, immigrants from County Antrim, Ireland • Greek Revival design attributed to William Weldon in collaboration with slave John Jackson, a noted draftsman & artist who "drew the plans for many of the public buildings erected by [the Weldon's], including the courthouses still standing at Raymond and Vicksburg." —"The Emergence of the Cotton Kingdom in the Old Southwest: Mississippi, 1770--1860," John Hebron Moore, 1988

"The Weldon Brothers... Well known in Mississippi as large building and bridge contractors, owned and educated to mechanic pursuits, 100 slaves, many of whom are now residing in the river counties of the State, and most of them are well-to-do. Their draughtsman, John Jackson, a natural genius in that line, lives now at Port Gibson, the scene of much of the work of the Weldons. He painted the handsome drop curtain at Odd Fellow’s Hall, Port Gibson, and assisted in drawing the plans of the handsome Court house at Vicksburg, which the Weldons built in 1858.

"The writer had large dealings with these brothers in the days of their activity, and knows that while they were strict and exacting with their slaves, they were yet kind in their treatment; feeding and clothing them well; and they were not unmindful of their proper enjoyment; the suppers and music at their Christmas balls costing sometimes as much as $600. Tom Weldon was a very passionate man, as well as powerful and brave. Sometimes he would strike the negroes with his fist, and if they showed fight, it was his boast that he always gave them a white man’s chance, and fought fairly with them to the end. He had a fine mind, and but for his profanity was an eloquent talker.

"He equipped a company for the war at Natchez – the Weldon rebels [Co. L, 44th Mississippi Reg., C.S.A.] – but was employed, himself, chiefly in the secret service of the Confederate Government. George, the oldest of the three brothers, was very loquacious, and a great reader. William was a milder mannered man than the others, and very intelligent." —"Random Recollections of Early Days in Mississippi", Horace Smith Fulkerson, 1885

• Thomas Weldon (1816-1865) is said to have been instrumental in developing an electric spark underwater torpedo (naval mine) • on 12 Dec, 1862 it sank the USS Cairo, the first US warship ever destroyed by this type of weapon • "USS Cairo gunboat sunk by an IED" —Standing Well Back

• the Weldons utilized ~100 highly skilled slave artisans at the job site to burn brick & erect the $100K courthouse • the Ionic capitals were cast by Baker Iron Company, Cincinnati & transported to the site by river boat • stucco finish applied to exterior, 1907 • bldg. retains original iron doors & shutters

• Jefferson Davis (1808-1889), a local planter who became president of the Confederacy, launched his political career on these grounds • bldg. targeted by Union warships on Mississippi River during the American Civil War's 47-day Siege of Vicksburg • became the symbol of Confederate resistance • following the city's surrender, 4 July, 1863, Union soldiers under Maj. Gen. U. S. Grant replaced the Confederate flag with the Union flag on the Courthouse cupola [photo]

• U.S. Presidents Zachary Taylor, Ulysses S. Grant, William McKinley & Theodore Roosevelt spoke here, as did woman's suffrage leader Carrie Chapman Catt & black American icon Booker T. Washington

• bldg. was neglected after the completion of the New Warren County Courthouse (1940) • damaged by the 1953 Vicksburg Tornado • demolition considered • aware of the building's historical significance, Eva ("Miss Eva") Whitaker Davis (1892-1974) established the Vicksburg & Warren County Historical Society in order to to preserve it • on 3 June, 1948, the courthouse reopened as the Old Courthouse Museum • exhibits reflect the heritage of the area from pre-historic Indians through the present day • has one of the largest Civil War collections in the U.S.A.

• named one of the 20 most outstanding courthouses in America by the American Institute of Architects • Old Courthouse History • Court House Lagniappe Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

• Historic Vicksburg District • HABS MS-119 • designated Mississippi Landmark, 1986 • National Register 68000029, 1968 • designated National Landmark, 1968

Motivo y variación sobre el fortuito encuentro con Thomas Bernhard (a drama scene book) (bilingual, free) by fernandoprats

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“Motivo y variación sobre el fortuito encuentro con Thomas Bernhard“.

ISBN: 978-1-4092-1550-9.

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Se trata de un cuadro teatral basado libremente en los peculiares textos de Thomas Bernhard.

Edición bilingüe (español-english).

Diseño: Estudi Prats

Imagen de la cubierta: Fernando Prats

Costante collaborazione importante: Rivera Valdez

Versión inglesa: Emilia Cavecedo

Additionalités: Alicia Pallas

Prólogo: Oriol Espinal

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La primera versión del presente texto se representó en directo en buenos aires, julio 1999, de acuerdo a la siguiente ficha técnica:

actores: eleonora mónaco, alejo recalde, sony báez, fernando prats

música original: sony báez y fernando prats

una producción de ‘teatro del vértice’

asistencia de dirección: mónica castaño

dirección de actores: eleonora mónaco

dramaturgia y dirección general: fernando prats

La presente obra se ha basado libremente en los siguientes textos de Thomas Bernhard:

“En las alturas” (1959) Anagrama (1989)

“Sí” (1978) Anagrama (1985)

“Extinción” (1986) Alfaguara (1992)

“El sobrino de Wittgenstein” (1982) Anagrama (1988)

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It's about a drama scene freely based on Thomas Bernhard's peculiar texts.

A bilingual edition (español-english).

English version by Emilia Cavecedo, design by Estudi Prats, cover photo by Fernando Prats, prologue by Oriol Espinal, additionalités by Alicia Pallas and Rivera Valdez' costante collaborazione.

The present text’s first version was performed live in Buenos Aires, July 1999, according to the following cast:

actors: eleonora mónaco, alejo recalde, sony báez, fernando prats

original music: sony báez & fernando prats

a production of ‘teatro del vértice’

assistant director: mónica castaño

performing director: eleonora mónaco

general director and dramatist: fernando prats

The present play is freely based on the following thomas bernhard’s texts:

“On the mountain” (1959)

“Yes” (1978)

“Extinction” (1986)

“Wittgenstein’s nephew” (1982)

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Motivo y derivación

por Oriol Espinal

Sí, le digo sin mirarle el rostro, un rostro que por otra parte nunca he visto y a cuyo dueño le digo que sí a pesar de que la inexorable y cercana extinción de otro rostro que sí conozco (algo menos el alma que oculta) me empuja a decir que no, a recriminarme que cuando uno se encuentra atrapado en ciertas honduras emocionales no es recomendable refugiarse en las alturas de la palabra, y que para hablar de lo que no se puede hablar, mejor callarse, como por otra parte dejó escrito el famoso hermano de un no menos famoso pianista manco. Pero como a juicio de Aristóteles la amistad no puede considerarse como tal si uno no se comporta con el amigo como consigo mismo, hablaré, todavía no sé de qué, tal vez de fríos, de sótanos liberadores, tal vez de Thomas Bernhard, acaso de un tal Fernando Prats, ese amigo, artista y animador cultural cuyo rostro nunca he visto, o tal vez sí y yo no sepa que alguno de los rostros que he mirado a través del visor de mi cámara/máscara está asociado a la referencia onomástica con la que el susodicho firma sus heterogéneos pasos de baile: ayer una fotografía sostenida por una hermética peana textual, mañana un poemario antipoético de lo cotidiano, hoy el texto de un cuadro teatral estrenado en Buenos Aires, como el que me acaba de mandar por correo junto a una invitación a prologarlo, un texto acerca del cual que no puedo continuar hablando sin antes haber escuchado su verdadera dimensión mostrativa. En ello estoy. Callo, minimizo mi procesador de textos y me dispongo a descender los peldaños del motivo y variación sobre el fortuito encuentro con la bestia negra del católiconacionalsocialismo austriaco.

Tras un descenso un tanto precipitado, preludio suicida al que ha seguido una detenida y no-mística ascensión, regreso a las alturas de mi procesador de textos y me pregunto si resulta lícito hablar de aquello que ya habla y calla por sí mismo. En todo caso, diré que durante mi expedición me he preguntado si todo intento creativo (abocado irremediablemente al fracaso, como piensa Bernhard y muy probablemente Montaigne) justifica el sacrificio de una vida en estado puro, una vida sin una lógica que haga del trueno un silogismo, sin una música que desafíe el zumbido de una mosca, sin unos artilugios que traten de atrapar lo que ya dejó se ser, ofreciéndonos como triste trofeo un espejismo cuya contemplación nos arrebata la oportunidad de un nuevo instante de pureza, de rayos de luz y baile de polvo, de ausencia de mugre y de peste, de griterío de chusma de escuela secundaria ante las personalidades extraordinarias que adora. ¿Merece la pena renunciar a esa vida sin tiempo ni memoria y decantarse por las grietas y supresiones que dividen el mundo, aunque a través de ellas se haga difícil escuchar, sin que se desmorone como si fuera un montón de piedras, la voz ubicua de Julio Cortázar diciendo: “Toco tu boca, con un dedo toco el borde de tu boca”? No sé. ¿Acaso lo saben Ele y Ejo? ¿Y Hamm y Clov? Qué saben del mundo esas cuatro maneras de sentir y razonar que no supieran Bouvard y Pécuchet. La siempre irreductible realidad es una palabra hueca que torpemente define una exégesis neuronal a la cual no nos queda otro remedio que agarrarnos si no queremos que nuestra propia nada nos precipite a la nada de los otros, al infierno sartriano, al infierno urbano de Ejo, al infierno inacabado que las lumbreras del fascismo refinan de noche y maquillan de día.

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Motif and derivation

por Oriol Espinal

Yes, I tell him without looking at his face, by the way, a face I have never seen and to whose owner I say yes in spite of the inexorable and close extinction of another face I do know (a bit less the soul it hides) pushing me to say no, to reproach myself that when one is trapped within certain emotional depths it is not advisable to take shelter in the word’s heights, and that to talk about what cannot be talked about, better keep quiet, as the famous brother of a no less famous one-handed pianist left written.

But, as to Aristotle’s judgment, friendship cannot be considered as such if one doesn’t behave towards the friend as towards oneself, I’ll speak, I still don’t know what about, maybe of colds, of releasing cellars, maybe of Thomas Bernhard, perhaps of some Fernando Prats, that friend, artist and cultural host whose face I’ve never seen, or possibly I have and didn’t notice some of the faces I’ve seen through my camera/mask viewfinder are associated to the onomastic reference with which the aforesaid signs his heterogeneous dance steps: yesterday a picture supported by an hermetic textual stand, tomorrow an antipoetic collection of poems of everyday life, today the text of a drama scene premièred in Buenos Aires, such as the one he has just sent me by mail, together with an invitation to write its prologue; a text I cannot keep talking about before having heard its true demonstrative dimension. I’m working on it. I make silence, minimize my word processor and prepare myself to descend the motif and variation steps on the fortuitous encounter with the Austrian Catholicnationalsocialism’s bête noire.

After a somewhat hasty descent, suicidal prelude after which a detailed and non-mystic ascension has followed, I go back to the stage of my word processor and ask myself if it’s legitimate to talk about that which talks and silences by itself. In any case, I’ll say during my expedition I’ve asked myself if every creative attempt (inevitably doomed to failure, as Bernhard and probably Montaigne think) justifies the sacrifice of a life in pure state, a life with no logic making thunder a syllogism, without music defying a fly’s buzz, with no gadgets trying to catch that which already is no more, offering us as a sad trophy a mirage whose contemplation seizes our chance of a new instant of purity, of rays of light and dust dance, of absence of filth and stink, of high school rabble shouting faced to the extraordinary personalities they adore.

Is it worth renouncing that life without time or memory and pour off through the cracks and supressions dividing the world, even if it is difficult to listen through them, without crumbling as a stone pile, the ubiquitous voice of Julio Cortazar saying: “I touch your mouth, I touch the edge of your mouth with my finger”? I don’t know. Do Ele & Ejo know it? And Ham & Clove? What do those four ways of feeling and reasoning know about the world Bouvard & Pécuchet didn’t know already? The always irreducible reality it is a hollow word clumsily defining a neuronal exegesis we have no other remedy but holding on to, if we don’t want our nothingness to rush us into somebody else’s nothingness, to the sartrean hell, to Ejo’s urban hell, to the unfinished hell the fascism luminaries refine at night and make up by day.

Oriol Espinal,

Barcelona, july 2008

"Canyon of The Coeur D'Alene" by Remington in Theodore Roosevelt"s "Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail." The Century Co., 1907 by Leo Boudreau

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No American president has been closer to the working life of the West than Theodore Roosevelt. From 1884 to 1886 he built up his ranch on the Little Missouri in Dakota Territory, accepting the inevitable toil and hardships. He met the unique characters of the Bad Lands—mountain men, degenerate buffalo hunters, Indians, and cowboys—and observed their changes as the West became more populated. "Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail" describes Roosevelt's routine labor and extraordinary adventures, including a stint as a deputy sheriff pursuing three horse thieves through the cold of winter. Whether recounting stories of cowboy fights or describing his hunting of elk, antelope, and bear, the book expresses his lifelong delight in physical hardihood and tests of nerve. [Source: Goodreads website at www.goodreads.com/book/show/1737273.Ranch_Life_and_the_Hu...]

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Love After Love - by Derek Walcott. The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door

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Dell Mapback 380 (1950). Cover Art by Robert Stanley by Leo Boudreau

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"This book leads the reader through the story of two young people of wealth and affluence who escape to a simpler way of life for a time. Their adventures in simplicity are watched over and guided by a wise pastor who has an almost messianic effect on his parishioners. At the end of the book they have not only found the joy of truly living, they have fallen in love with each other." -- Paul Whetten at www.goodreads.com/book/show/778664.Invitation_to_Live

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