Ergebnis für "SON" in Satire

Still bruised and heartbroken from their last calamitous quest, Gorm Ingerson and his band of washed-up heroes try to make amends for the orcs they accidentally betrayed. But justice is put on hold when an old foe marches to the city gates. Gorm is horrified to discover a liche pitching the frightened city-dwellers on the merits of the undead lifestyle...at the head of a corpse army. To save the city from high-pressure sales tactics and an inevitable siege, the dwarf warrior and his misfit band hatch a harebrained scheme that lands them at the top of the king’s kill list.

“Spectacular.”—NPR “Uproariously funny.”—The Boston Globe “An artistic triumph.”—San Francisco Chronicle “A novel in which comedy and pathos are exquisitely balanced.”—The Washington Post “Shteyngart’s best book.”—The Seattle Times The...

Si encara no tens clar si ets pijo o no, aquest és el teu llibre; si ho tens clar, també.

Tenim tan poca idea dels pijos, del seu món i del seu modus vivendi que el Marc Giró s'ha vist en l'obligació d'escriure aquest nou llibre, desobeint el principi més bàsic de la vida regalada, que diu que el més important a la vida de tot pijo és no pencar mai, sota cap concepte, que això és cosa de les classes proletàries de la Lower-Diagonal.

Val a dir, en la nostra defensa, que avui, en temps de Zara, qualsevol persona per quatre duros pot vestir-se de pijo...

Get ready for an irreverent and enlightening journey as "Son of Man" takes you on a divine escapade beyond the crucifixion. In this speculative satire, O’neil Sharma imagines Jesus, risen and disillusioned. Deciding to break free of the cosmic script, he skips out on the ascension and heads for India to confront the prophecy that shaped his destiny, live as a free man, and have a little divine therapy on the way.

Alice lever et alt for almindeligt liv i Paris. Dagene går med gymnasiet og aftener bag kassen i hendes fars slikbutik, Sucretaire d’Alice. Hun drømmer om, at der en dag vil ske noget, der gør hendes liv mindre almindeligt og mere som det liv, de berømte, succesfulde, smukke mennesker lever på de sociale medier. Og så en aften går hendes drøm i opfyldelse. En lastvogn vælter og en ung mand dukker halvnøgen op i slikbutikken, angiveligt på flugt fra mænd klædt i hættetrøjer. Han ved ikke, hvem han er, hvor han kommer fra, og han har intet navn.

When the head of a hovercycle club inexplicably calls in news of his own murder, Detective Simon Grave and his team are drawn in to Crab Cove's hovercycle underworld, a world of loyalty, betrayal, greed, and-yes-irony. As if murder weren't enough, the bombing of an election debate stage has the mayor pressing for a quick resolution to both crimes. It becomes increasingly clear that the crimes are connected, and that the solution will require the unraveling of an elaborate criminal scheme-and more.

Will Fairweather is getting old. His back aches, his bowels misbehave if he eats spicy food and he’s completely lost his sense of rhythm. Life has taught him not to take risks, but even that hasn’t stopped his marriage hitting the rocks too. The last thing he needs is a surprise call from Red Fairweather, devil-may-care rock god—and the father Will hasn’t seen for thirty years. If Will’s old before his time, Red’s the boy who won’t grow up.

At 44, Eve Mozell has a wonderful husband and a creative job. She also has a temperamental teenage son, two headstrong sisters, and a demented old father. As she deals with her family's frequent crises, her days overflow with lengthy phone calls. She is never far from a dial tone. But as her father begins to die, Eve is tempted to disconnect and to sort out her feelings for this difficult man.

George Horace Lorimer (1867-1937) was an American journalist, author, and publisher. He is best known as the editor of The Saturday Evening Post, which he led from 1899 to 1936. This work contains the correspondence between the fictional self-made Chicago millionaire "Gorgon" Graham and his son Pierrepont who is coming of age and about to enter the family business. The letters are witty and filled with sound advice, like “I remember reading once that some fellows use language to conceal thought; but it's been my experience that a good many more use it instead of thought.”