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Cutting across literature, film, art, and philosophy, Art of the Ordinary is a trailblazing, cross-disciplinary engagement with the ordinary and the everyday. Because, writes Richard Deming, the ordinary is always at hand, it is, in fact, too familiar for us to perceive it and become fully aware of it. The ordinary he argues, is what most needs to be discovered and yet is something that can never be approached, since to do so is to immediately change it. Art of the Ordinary explores how philosophical questions can be revealed in surprising places—as in a stand-up comic’s routine, for instance, or a Brillo box, or a Hollywood movie. From negotiations with the primary materials of culture ...
''The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall. I tie the noose on in a knowing way As one that knots his necktie for a ball; But just as all the neighbors . . . on the wail . . . Are drawing a long breath to shout 'Hurray!' The strangest whim has seized me . . . After all I think I will not hang myself today.'' --From G. K. Chesterton’s A Ballade of Suicide Young Donald Lawson was familiar with that poem . . . yet now his body hung dead on a crag. Murder or suicide, Manville Moon was already on the case, as bodyguard to Don's beautiful sister Grace. For Grace's life was threatened, too, and to protect it Moon found himself crossing fists and guns with hired killers, and fencing desperately with Grace's friends, family, and fiancé, anyone of whom might have wanted to kill her.
Bringing together Continental literary theory and Anglo-American philosophy, Listening on All Sides reads the work of Ralph Waldo Emerson, Herman Melville, Nathanial Hawthorne, Wallace Stevens, and William Carlos Williams to uncover the role literary texts play in the way that language use creates and defines culture and ethics.
Matt Rudd is a vice cop in St. Cecilia. He's seen it all -- drugs, prostitution, gangs. But the worst were the thrill parties -- especially the one that ended in murder!
He had found her in a quiet bar -- a sulky-mouthed, awkward, green-eyed kid trying desperately to pick up a man. He taught her how to dress, to walk, to laugh, made her into the kind of woman who makes every man reach into his pocket for hundred-dollar bills. Looking at her now, Sam was proud of himself. He had done a good job on her. He was almost sorry she had to die...
He never should have gotten into it in the first place. But when you need money, sometimes you do things you wouldn't ordinarily think of doing. Nothing illegal, nothing like blackmail, something just a shade this side. At least that was the way Barney Calhoun had it figured. It looked like the easiest ten thousand bucks he'd ever make. And she was lovely, though in the end she led him to murder... An ex-cop turned private eye ought to know all the answers on how to commit the perfect crime. But somewhere along the line, he slipped up, and before he realized it they had him where the hair was short.
It was just Manny Moon's luck - or misfortune - that he decided to dine at El Patio the evening the Lieutenant Governor was shot.
The violent death of a call girl leads to all-out war on the underworld. A mystery novel classic by Ricahrd Deming.
Poetry. In LET'S NOT CALL IT CONSEQUENCE, Richard Deming's first full-length collection of poems, the poet brings together abstraction and precise images to explore the intensities and reversals of lyric thinking, that "infinitely stuttering thing." These poems searchingly engage the content and form of anger, violence, intimacy, and the poetics of proximity, exploring the intricacies of language use to find the ways that "to ache, so to speak, is human." "'If only/this thinking thing thought thoughts only.' Richard Deming restlessly calculates the split between promised and actual experience. The poems in his impressive new collection balance at an edge of danger syntax can only shadow. Urgency of the day. Argument of the ordinary. 'Each/comma ticks like sleet against/a windowpane. In the cold dawn.'"--Susan Howe.
The first two bodies were found in Lovers' Lane. The man was dead. His girlfriend, still alive, described the stick-up artist as of medium build, wearing glasses, mild-mannered, and courteous. If was a description that fit half the male population of Los Angeles. It was almost the only clue Joe Friday and Frank Smith had to catch the murderer. Then the courteous killer struck again -- and again! The last time Joe Friday was waiting for him with a gun. When the criminal escaped with only a bullet wound, he vowed revenge -- and mailed an unsigned, misspelled note that read: YOU THINK YOUR A SMART BADGE. NOBODY BURNS ME AND LIVES, COP. START SWEATING.