Resultados para "Air" en Ficción contemporánea

In the second novel in the Pop Larkin series, the Larkin family descends upon Brittany in France. Like fish out of water, they find that things don't quite turn out their way: The weather is less than ideal, the food is awful, and the hotel is in a bad state of repair. But things slowly improve as Pop manages to sweet-talk Mlle Dupont, Angela Snow and her sister, Iris; and Charley and Mariette celebrate their first wedding anniversary. A Breath of French Air is a delightful book full of nostalgia, fun, and frivolity.

There’s not a dare Smoke Burnham won’t take, and there’s not a wager he won’t make. Now he’s betting his life that he can fly his plane, Super Comet - with his pet cheetah Patty coming along for the ride - across the mountains and jungles of South America to a prize-winning payday. All he has to do is out-race the competition, out-maneuver a saboteur, and make out with his girl - who’s determined to bring him down to earth. One thing you can count on - in the air, in a fight, or in his girlfriend’s arms - he’s a man who likes to turn up the heat.

"Cool Air" is a short story by the American horror fiction writer H. P. Lovecraft, written in March 1926 and published in the March 1928 issue of Tales of Magic and Mystery. Plot summary: The narrator offers a story to explain why a "draught of cool air" is the most detestable thing to him. His tale begins in the spring of 1923, when he was looking for housing in New York City. He finally settles in a converted brownstone on West Fourteenth Street.

Ist das Lachen nicht bloßer Reflex, gedankenloses Schafsblöken, das der komplexen Tragikomik des Lebens nicht gerecht wird? Ein sinnentleerter Epilog, der auf eine gute Geschichte folgt? Aira eröffnet in dieser überraschend intimen Erzählung, die mal Autofiktion, mal wilde Fabel ist, einen Raum zwischen Witz und Gelächter, jenen Spalt, der oft zwischen dem eigenen Bewusstsein und der Gegenwart des Moments klafft: Darin finden wir Träume, Erinnerungen, einen Ozean der Wehmut - und schließlich auch das Lachen.

"Ich dachte, heute sei vergangener Montag" - Nachdem der einsam und verlassen in der Schweiz verstorbene Zauberer Tenor dem Ewigen Buddha seinen letzten großen Trick vermacht hat, muss dieser sich nicht nur mit chinesischen Banken und den elendigen Monotheisten herumschlagen, sondern löst mit diesem Missverständnis eine Kette von Verwicklungen aus.