Ergebnis für "The Republic" in Großstadtleben

A "glorious, humane novel" (The Observer) about the Egyptian revolution, taking us inside the battle raging between those in power and those prepared to lay down their lives in the defense of freedom—this globally-acclaimed narrative from one of the foremost writers in the Arab world is still...

Conch Republic takes us into the world of Nate Nevwas, a crime-fighting oaf with a loveable nature. Follow Nate as he fights crime, writes novels and takes a liking to the ladies. Follow Nate as he goes to war with the mob and discovers gold hidden under the seas of the Florida Keys....

Esteban Faraday lives a quiet life in a suburb of London. One day, he receives a certified letter announcing a mysterious inheritance in Buenos Aires. In this totally unexpected trip he will meet Zoé, an attractive tango dancer. He will be in some adventures that he may not get out of alive, and he will discover a secret about himself that will change his life forever.

Joe, the golf club Honorary Treasurer, drops dead while playing a shot into the ninth green. When the autopsy reveals that Joe, a charismatic character, a gambler and womaniser, has died of cyanide poison, the question arises as to whether he has been murdered or committed suicide.

What is pleasure?

Everyone will think about this question only for a few minutes. It is easier to ask than to explain, right? The world is ruled by sex, drugs, and imaginary family values. These are the three main pleasures that people experience in the City of Angels. Amongst this, there is a separate caste of people as well—escorts. Over here they are the best, the largest collection for every taste with over ninety percent coming from far away countries.

It was 1973, Nixon had not yet resigned, US troops were still in Vietnam. We had three channels to choose from. Drug use was casual and nobody was getting busted. Gas prices were high as they are know. I remember seeing that Rolling Stones eight track tape in my sister’s boyfriend’s hot rod car. I remember the posters of Zep, Alice Cooper, and the lava lamps. Hendrix stood on a wall all to his own attesting to highs gone too far. Then me and the Bentons down the street decided to get into some trouble.