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In this strikingly imaginative and unique exploration of love, psychoanalysis, and male sexuality, the protagonist must struggle with a deteriorating marriage, the loss of his ability to speak English, a philandering doppelganger and incessant fantasies of hooking-up with young women. All of these disorienting conflicts are played out at the 2008 Beijing Olympics, an event heralding China's restoration to its prior position as one of the most powerful nations in the world. On his last day in Beijing, the protagonist must choose between a life of carnal pleasure and love for his wife.



After fifteen years away, Joe finds himself back in his home town of Burns Valley, Minnesota helping his mother, Ida Mae, run The Diner. Divorced, recently sacked, and embarrassed to be slinging hash again, Joe is determined to make his time in Burns Valley as brief and painless as possible. Ida Mae is well aware that Joe isn't happy to be back, but to keep The Diner going she realized she needed his help or keel over dead. Her customers are the old-time townies who look with derision at the local college. Kandi, Joe's 14-year-old daughter, is spending the summer with him because she's not happy about her mother's recent remarriage. A mysterious Irish woman arrives in town and opens a small coffeehouse near campus, and the 'town and gown' war is on. A series of mysterious fires also helps heat up the Minnesota summer as the ugly side of Burns Valley surfaces. The future of both The Diner and the coffeehouse come to rest in Joe's hands, and he must decide what's best for his family, his home town, and himself. ""Summer for the Taking" is a bighearted look at a family and a Midwestern town i



La mejor forma de aprender es viajando, y la mejor forma de viajar es a través de un libro. Claro es que este, debe estar dotado de cierta virtud que nos permita naufragar sobre aguas calmas que conduzcan a tesoros inimaginables. Así nos lleva a surcar la profundidad de las aguas: No llames corazón a lo que tienes, a la deriva, sin poder rastrear los límites del horizonte y sorprendiéndonos a cada avatar. Nos transporta desde Tegucigalpa a Barcelona, de París a Praga, de Florencia a Potosí; incursionando escalas entre China y el Congo, Cuba y Suiza, entre Argentina e Islandia, cruzando por el Sáhara hasta llegar a Haití; con la misma velocidad del viento y la magia de los atardeceres. Siendo cómplice del tiempo, la historia, nos permite sentarnos a la mesa con Frida y con Gaudí, con Lewis Carroll y Man Ray, con Darwin y la Piaf. Podemos vivir la aventura de jugar con Einstein y Miró, y en un ratito encontrarnos con los hermanos Grimm y Delacroix; donde a veces se asoman Cristóbal Colón y Freud, Foucault y Wilde, Marlon Brandon y García Márquez, Cyrano de Bergerac y Mao Tse Tung, Borges y Bretón. Encontrarse con todos ellos y tantos otros, como un tesoro vedado y de la mejor manera posible, no como seres intergalácticos o de ensoñación, sino como pares, como transeúntes, como vecinos, como al igual que uno, parte de la misma historia.



I used to write the truth, then smooth it out, tone it down, and try to make it plausible. Then my ex made a convincing case against chronicling my life as a train wreck. She claimed my time would be better spent trying to write about who I want to become. "Write myself a destiny." She said it because she wanted me to become happy . . . Fuck happiness. Happiness writes white. It does not show up on the page. First I think I have to excise my past. No amount of liquor or drugs seems to get rid of the ghosts that haunt me. The ghosts have become buddies with the monkey on my back. I think the monkey might have substance abuse issues himself. Even if I did manage to chase away my demons there might nothing left over . . . If a better me is the goal, maybe I should consider exercise and eating right, or even eating solid food in general before tackling a novel. On second thought . . . where to begin?



Chelsea's having a bad day. Her mom blew up (long story), her husband left her for another man (long story), she lost her job and apartment (another long story), and the long and short of it is-she is out of options. But her estranged dead mother left her a way out, a way out of all of it. All she has to do is do the one thing she refuses to do: take over the family business. What is the family business? Sex, sex, and more sex. So what's the big deal? Chelsea doesn't like sex. Or people. Or things. Or gooey things. And she trusts them even less. So when she is thrust into her worst nightmare, Chelsea discovers some dark secrets that illuminate all of her long stories.

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"Alfredo Rodríguez a sus cincuenta años, lo tiene todo: prestancia, prestigio profesional, situación económica envidiable, una esposa linda, enamorada y refinada, hijos inteligentes, y una amante apasionada con infinitos recursos eróticos. Sin embargo, una serie de acontecimientos viene a alterar su vida. Como el protagonista afirmó una vez: "a veces es necesario desaparecer de uno mismo () perder para ganar otra cosa que no sea del mismo orden y tal afirmación adquiere un sentido premonitorio. El gran empresario, el hombre de éxito, frío e inescrupuloso, por algo le dicen el tiburón desaparece para dar lugar a otro, a un hombre nuevo, porque su existencia ha experimentado nuevas vivencias, sentimientos y sensaciones, ha adquirido otro sentido y otros valores.Escribir es una forma de domesticar nuestros fantasmas, () un efecto de sublimación afirma el autor, y los lectores se identificarán con algunas apasionantes e insólitas situaciones descritas en esta novela".Giancarla de Quiroga