Claude Monet(14 November 1840 – 5 December 1926) Is my absolute favorite impressionist artist. So, I would however give this book 5 stars if these wer Claude Monet(14 November 1840 – 5 December 1926) Is my absolute favorite impressionist artist. So, I would however give this book 5 stars if these were his actual paintings in the book, which I find better than the actual photographs of what he painted at the Gardens at Giverny, However, Elizabeth Murray captured these photos perfect and in fact this shows even more how fantastic Monet really was to capture the beauty around him and transfer to paper or canvas or whatever he used at the time. it truly is astounding the talent that the French artist Claude Monet had and kudos to Elizabeth Murray the photographer for her amazing captures. ...more
I was really hoping to enjoy this book a lot more than I did; though it wasn't bad in the least bit, in fact some sections and some lines are very memI was really hoping to enjoy this book a lot more than I did; though it wasn't bad in the least bit, in fact some sections and some lines are very memorable, in that wow kind of way. She truly is a spectacular writer, even her books that I like the least, I still like. One of the reason's I thought I would enjoy this book a lot more than I did is because I really enjoyed reading Rocannon's world and I heard and read somewhere that that book was her first written or first published, not sure exactly. So, I hoping she honed in her skills as a writer over the next 2 years and produced an even more spectacular book than the first one. I really enjoyed the beginning and especially liked that the humans were the aliens. I believe this is the first book I have read that the human beings were considered the aliens and were called the aliens in the book. The part where the young girl is describing the humans and when she saw one for the first time he wasn't nearly close to what she thought they would look like. That was my favourite part of the book. Truly genius....more
What a wonderfully written short story. It tells a lot in just 18 pages short. This short story latter became the prologue of Rocannon's World. AnotheWhat a wonderfully written short story. It tells a lot in just 18 pages short. This short story latter became the prologue of Rocannon's World. Another fantastically great story by Ursula K. Le Guin!...more
Rocannon's World is a fantastic tale part of the Hainish Cycle and if read in chronological order then this novel comes in third of all the Hainish ta Rocannon's World is a fantastic tale part of the Hainish Cycle and if read in chronological order then this novel comes in third of all the Hainish tales, which takes place in c.2684 AD, but if read by publication date then this one is the first one of the lot; first published in 1966 as an Ace Double. It is a great mixture of fantasy and science fiction; I am not sure if there is a genre that has a name for the combination of both, but if there isn't then I really think there should be I have only read of two authors that can really do this well on my list and that is Roger Zelazny and now Ursula K. Le Guin. This story had a lot of high technological devices such as ships that can travel the speed of light and the "ansible", a faster-than-light communicator, that is used in other novels of the Hainish Cycle, a word that was coined from this novel. but then this novel had fantastical creature like fairies and gnomes. And other hominoid creatures and these races all appear to live in the bronze age that wield swords and live in great kingdom with mighty castles or have fortress and villages and that appear to live in a feudal-heroic culture as well. There are those a races but also another, a warrior race that uses high tech machinery and in the most horrific kind of way.
The story starts of with Rocannon a scientist an ethnologist, who known to all on the world as a Starlord. Rocannon is on an surveying mission, part of the League of all Worlds (an alliance of planets, mostly descended from colonization efforts from the planet Hain, uniting the "nine known worlds").
The Prologue of this novel named "The Necklace" is actually my favourite part of the story, which is based of a woman named Semley from a race that is very tall and yellow haired. Her species is called Liuar (singular Liu) and her race is called Angyar. Semley is described by Rocannon as the most beutiful woman he had ever seen. She really isn't mentioned as much as I would have liked but the sections of the story she is in is beautifully written. Before this novel the prologue of Semley was from a short story in the Amazing Stories (September 1964) as "The Dowry of the Angyar".
All in all a truly great tale, the only flaw that it was too short in my opinion, but hey, isn't that a good thing though? Right?
Some of these photos are amazing and some are simply brilliant! Great book, simply for the photos. California's Central Coast is a lot more rockier thSome of these photos are amazing and some are simply brilliant! Great book, simply for the photos. California's Central Coast is a lot more rockier than down in Southern California, such as: Los Angeles and San Diego. It does have some beach photos but most are beautiful rocky coastlines. A very nice "Coffee Table" book indeed....more
What an amazing tale! I am really glad I read it, (thanks for the recommendation review Stephen) though the imagery and the social and philosophical wr What an amazing tale! I am really glad I read it, (thanks for the recommendation review Stephen) though the imagery and the social and philosophical writing was very heart-wrenching, and/but eye opening indeed, as well.
There are a couple of sites that are offering the eBook version for free in the PDf format and it is short enough that if you have 10-20 minutes to spare, you should definitely give it a shot and let us know what you think, This is one I would not pass up if I were you. I am glad I did not and in fact I had to read it twice! Not because it was difficult but because it was fantastic. It is one of those stories that you want to take your time with and ponder to really grasp what Ursula K. Le Guin was trying to exemplify and elucidate.
"She shook her head, her eyes fixed, staring at the nightmare scene before them. Who had done this? Why? It was as if the people had converged here to
"She shook her head, her eyes fixed, staring at the nightmare scene before them. Who had done this? Why? It was as if the people had converged here to destroy this place that had failed them in the end so completely."
The scene that is described here was indeed nightmarish, as was a large portion of this story. Although there were a lot of dark scenes throughout, it did have some bright and uplifting scenes to redeem its eerie disposition. I was on a roller coaster of emotions while reading this - which is rare for me, not many stories can evoke such an array of feelings, as this did. The many different scenarios depicted page-after-page, were filled with fantastical ideas that held a deep-down plausible truth.
I have read many books about robotics being used in extending the lives of individuals or prolonging the existence of mankind. However, in this 1977 Hugo and Locus Award winning novel by Kate Wilhelm, she shows humans living beyond their original due date, by way of cloning. Even though much has progressed in the science of cloning in the past 30 years, the ethical questions are still the same and the controversies may never change. I assumed the heated controversies on this topic started in the 90's, with the birth of Dolly, the cloned sheep, but actually it appears to have been a heavy subject way before that. These ethical issues were concerns in the 70's, made apparent by Kate's writings, and perhaps even began far sooner than we know.
Whether or not you have a solid opinion on the cloning of humans, reading this book, will broaden your ideas on man's finite existence on earth, for it has mine.
UPDATE: I recently learned where Kate Wilhelm got the title of her novel. It was from a quotation of William Shakespeare's Sonnet 73.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well, which thou must leave ere long. –William Shakespeare