To Remain Nameless

Fiction. Tess keeps vigil at the bedside of her friend Laura through a long night of labor as Laura's first child arrives. The two have known each other for what seems like forever. Their humanitarian aid work has taken them from the Balkans, to Egypt, to Istanbul amid the ongoing refugee crisis--an era that includes the US's war in Iraq, the Arab Spring, and many forms of global consequence and aftermath. Brad Fox's first novel is a luminous inquiry into the incarnations and limits of hope. This writer helps us endure our questions about what forms care may take, what we may offer to anyone, near and far. "Brad Fox's virtuoso novelistic voice, alternately terse and florid, in the mode of Joseé Saramago, Roberto Bolanño, or Alberto Moravia, is sonorous, lapidary, and melancholy--a seamless dreamy fabulist omniscience, bearing world-weary witness to perilous events, both inner and outer. Fox gives the impression of having lived underground or in other centuries and of only now emerging from his hiding place to narrate these limpid yet dense fantasias. A phenomenally gifted novelist and a probing intellectual, he transforms critical thinking into dramatic scenario. 'Thought' isn't appended to the story, but emerges in the complicated telling of the tale. In a bravura feat of formal construction, TO REMAIN NAMELESS flashes between a birth scene and international adventures: from the cramped, germinating vantage of a hospital room, the novelist unfurls a teeming network of international exaltations and disappointments. The room compresses; the world expands. Djuna Barnes and Virginia Woolf pioneered this trick of simultaneous engorgement and diminution, of funhouse-mirror space-time reversal; and now Brad Fox, wonder-worker, takes up the dizzying mantle."--Wayne Koestenbaum "Daring, vivid and utterly original, Brad Fox's debut is a tour de force."--Claire Messud "From Kansas City to Cairo to New York to the Balkans, Brad Fox goes to the heart of the contemporary experience. Stories of humanitarian crimes, errant friendships and euphoric protests come together in a tough, clean, elegant prose that moves gracefully from one continent to the next.This book is sprinkled throughout with a gravelly humour and a nod to Beckett's sense of Can't go on, must go on."--Colum McCann "TO REMAIN NAMELESS is a gorgeous meditation on a shifting self in a shifting world, a querying-onward in which there's both melancholy and delight."--Shelley Jackson "Very intense like a bright light."--Fanny Howe

Tanaya Winder is a writer, educator, motivational speaker, and performance poet from the Southern Ute, Duckwater Shoshone, and Pyramid Lake Paiute Nations. She grew up on the Southern Ute Indian reservation and attended college at Stanford University where she earned a BA in English and the University of New Mexico where she received an MFA in creative writing. Since then she has co-founded As/Us: A Space for Women of the World and founded Dream Warriors, an Indigenous artist management company. She guest lectures, teaches creative writing workshops, and speaks at high schools, universities, and communities internationally. Tanaya writes and teaches about different expressions of love (self love, intimate love, social love, community love, and universal love); she is an advocate of heartwork and believes everyone has a gift they've been placed on this earth to share. --Amazon.

Chichikov, a mysterious stranger, arrives in the provincial town of 'N', visiting a succession of landowners and making each a strange offer. He proposes to buy the names of dead serfs still registered on the census, saving their owners from paying tax on them, and to use these 'souls' as collateral to re-invent himself as a gentleman. In this ebullient masterpiece, Gogol created a grotesque gallery of human types, from the bear-like Sobakevich to the insubstantial fool Manilov, and, above all, the devilish con man Chichikov. Dead Souls, Russia's first major novel, is one of the most unusual works of nineteenth-century fiction and a devastating satire on social hypocrisy.

As a result of the author’s own spiritual and intellectual journey he came to believe that there was something missing in our traditional understanding of the nature of God. In the Scriptures God is presented as clothed with real emotions and feelings such as anger, jealousy, love, compassion, and even a change of purpose and heart. In short, God is presented there as really being influenced and affected by our actions and by the events of history. This book traces this teaching on the feelings of God from the Scriptures to the third century. It tries to show that the gradual loss of these feelings of God in Christian teaching was due to an overemphasis on rational, philosophical knowledge. Certain trends in psychology, the study of language, and philosophy call for a reexamination of this question. The author believes that a clarification of this aspect of God is extremely important and significant for our spiritual life.

There are secrets that they don't teach in school. Bookmarks in history books that point to pages that don't exist. The world that has been sold to us is not authentic. The sterile white rooms that test observable reality exist to protect us from the things that we might find out if we look for ourselves. Science would have you believe that everything that is has only existed for a finite period of time. Humans are only 200,000 years old. We'll celebrate our world's five billionth birthday in about half a billion years. The books will tell you that we were hunter-gatherers first. We emerged from evolution only recently. We're just a blink in the eye of the universe, hurling through space on a lonely rock. Alone in the universe with nothing on the other side of reality. Lies. We, and the world we live on, is far older than they tell us. There is another world that existed before. Before we evolved. Before the dinosaurs. Before the great ice ages. Before Jesus. Before Babel. Before Pangea. Before everything we know and everything that science teaches us there was a time of technology and magic. Of heroes and gods who walked among us. Of divine creatures barely removed from the birth of our world. This was a time before our eyes were blinded. Before our ears failed to hear the songs of the incarna. Before our souls withered away from the disconnection to the truth. This is the story we have forgotten. This is the Warsong. Delve into the fantastic, futuristic world of Lemuria in Warsong, the Sengoku Punk role-playing game. This 362 page core book includes everything you need to play!

A schoolteacher fights to prove that her father’s suicide was actually murder in this classic whodunit from one of the greatest names in mystery fiction. Ann hasn’t seen her mother in three years, and she doesn’t miss her at all. But without warning, Elaine shows up on her daughter’s doorstep, dead broke and hungry for scotch. Ann’s father has just come into an inheritance, and Elaine wants every penny. After a few drinks, she stumbles on her way. A month later, Ann has nearly forgotten her mother’s visit—until a policeman shows up to announce that her father is dead. He was found in his study, the windows shut, the doors locked from the inside. There was a .38 beside him on the floor and a note on the desk suggesting blackmail. The police are convinced that he took his own life, but Ann is certain her father was murdered—and she’ll risk her neck to find out who killed him.

Although spectral Indians appear with startling frequency in US literary works, until now the implications of describing them as ghosts have not been thoroughly investigated. In the first years of nationhood, Philip Freneau and Sarah Wentworth Morton peopled their works with Indian phantoms, as did Charles Brocken Brown, Washington Irving, Samuel Woodworth, Lydia Maria Child, James Fenimore Cooper, William Apess, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and others who followed. During the late 19th and early 20th centuries, Native American ghosts figured prominently in speeches attributed to Chief Seattle, Black Elk, and Kicking Bear. Today, Stephen King and Leslie Marmon Silko plot best-selling novels around ghostly Indians and haunted Indian burial grounds. RenŽe L. Bergland argues that representing Indians as ghosts internalizes them as ghostly figures within the white imagination. Spectralization allows white Americans to construct a concept of American nationhood haunted by Native Americans, in which Indians become sharers in an idealized national imagination. However, the problems of spectralization are clear, since the discourse questions the very nationalism it constructs. Indians who are transformed into ghosts cannot be buried or evaded, and the specter of their forced disappearance haunts the American imagination. Indian ghosts personify national guilt and horror, as well as national pride and pleasure. Bergland tells the story of a terrifying and triumphant American aesthetic that repeatedly transforms horror into glory, national dishonor into national pride.

My book will enlighten people to remember what was like to be a child, alone and in love, and to never forget whom you have loved. You will never read a book like this in your life; it will make you laugh, cry, and rejoice. Thank you.