Sprache: Englisch
Verlag: Black Scat Books (edition ), 2021
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In den WarenkorbZustand: New. KlappentextOur memories are never etched in time. They are fluid and ephemeral, ever-changed by the life we ve lived beyond them, and often what may have been an otherwise pleasant moment can be poisoned by future moments. Thus killed, t.
Buch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Our memories are never etched in time. They are fluid and ephemeral, ever-changed by the life we've lived beyond them, and often what may have been an otherwise pleasant moment can be poisoned by future moments. Thus killed, the past becomes an imperfect ghost, haunting our memories like regret. Chased by these revenants I drove, through Plymouth and out, along the A386 toward Tavistock and gloomy Dartmoor beyond. Dartmoor, whose fogs and tors, flocks of sheep and cold stone prison lived and breathed beneath time's deceptive veil. Dartmoor, whose very existence was everything I imagined it would be and only vaguely like my memories of it. I drove on, following the Tavistock Road to Lydford and the medieval church it housed. The church, if I knew it at all, had been lost somewhere in the twenty-five years since we'd first met. I could still remember St. Michael's on the hilltop, Buckfastleigh and Charles Church in Plymouth, its husk a scar left by the Nazi blitz. Though not by name I could still recall the eight hundred year old church we'd visited one Easter morning, it's moldering scent as strong in my mind as it had been that day; but the church in Lydford escaped me. I couldn't remember following in the footsteps of its flock along the ancient Dartmoor Forest path, from their farms on the moor to the church in Lydford. They called it The Way of the Dead because it was along this sun-dappled path that they carried their dead from the rolling, craggy moors to the cemetery gate.
Buch. Zustand: Neu. Invisible Influences | Jason E Rolfe | Buch | Gebunden | Englisch | 2020 | Eibonvale Press | EAN 9781913766061 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu.
Zustand: Sehr gut. Zustand: Sehr gut | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | "Along the tavern's back wall he found a small writing desk, around which the floor was stained ink-black and littered with loose scraps of paper. Atop the desk he found a small stack of handwritten newsletters entitled The Archive of Human Nonsense. He picked one up. It was dated 17 April, 1817-eight months previous-and had been hand-penned in German running script. From front to back the small newsletter was eight pages long. It opened with a list of names, twenty-two in all, and closed with a watercolour picture of a giant red rooster . . ."Thus begins an existential journey through Vienna's streets and one man's guilt-laden memories. From mountebanks, puppet showmen, and trainers of performing monkeys, to the strange Mechanical Theatre of Sebastian von Schwenenfeld, the journey becomes a quest not to find meaning but to define it.