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Delphine Cormier: a woman of her word

Bowie’s Top 100

The legend, David Bowie, passed away at the age of 69 after an eighteen-month battle with cancer. He will be greatly missed. To celebrate his life, listed below are his top 100 books. 

-Interviews with Francis Bacon by David Sylvester

-Billy Liar by Keith Waterhouse

-Room At The Top by John Braine

-On Having No Head by Douglas Harding

-Kafka Was The Rage by Anatole Broyard

-A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

-City of Night by John Rechy

-The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

-Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

-Iliad by Homer

-As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

-Tadanori Yokoo by Tadanori Yokoo

-Berlin Alexanderplatz by Alfred Döblin

-Inside The Whale And Other Essays by George Orwell

-Mr. Norris Changes Trains by Christopher Isherwood

-Halls Dictionary of Subjects And Symbols In Art by James A. Hall

-David Bomberg by Richard Cork

-Blast by Wyndham Lewis

-Passing by Nella Larson

-Beyond The Brillo Box by Arthur C. Danto

-The Origin of Consciousness In The Breakdown Of The Bicameral Mind by Julian Jaynes

-In Bluebird’s Castle by George Steiner

-Hawksmoor by Peter Ackroyd

-The Divided Self by R.D. Laing

-The Stranger by Albert Camus

-Infants Of The Spring by Wallace Thurman

-The Quest For Christa T by Christa Wolf

-The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin

-Nights At The Circus by Angela Carter

-The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

-The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark

-Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

-Herzog by Saul Bellow

-Puckoon by Spike Milligan

-Black Boy by Richard Wright

-The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald

-The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea by Yukio Mishima

-Darkness At Noon by Arthur Koestler

-The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot

-McTeague by Frank Norris

-Money by Martin Amis

-The Outsider by Colin Wilson

-Strange People by Frank Edwards

-English Journey by J.B. Priestley

-A Confederacy Of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

-The Day Of The Locust by Nathanael West

-1984 by George Orwell

-The Life And Times Of Little Richard by Charles White

-Aopbopaloobop Alopbamboom: The Golden Age of Rock by Nik Cohn

-Mystery Train by Greil Marcus

-Beano (comics, 1950s)

-Raw (comics, 1980s)

-White Noise by Don DeLillo

-Sweat Soul Music: Rhythm and Blues and the Southern Dream of Freedom by Peter Guralnick

-Silence: Lectures and Writing by John Cage

-Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews edited by Malcolm Cowley

-The Sound of the City: The Rise of Rock and Roll by Charlie Gillete

-Octobriana and the Russian Underground by Peter Sadecky

-The Street by Ann Petry

-Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon

-Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby, Jr.

-A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

-The Age of American Unreason by Susan Jacoby

-Metropolitan Life by Fran Lebowitz

-The Coast of Utopia by Tom Stoppard

-The Bridge by Hart Crane

-All The Emperor’s Horses by David Kidd

-Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

-Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess

-The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos

-Tales of Beatnik Glory by Ed Saunders

-The Bird Artist by Howard Norman

-Nowhere To Run: The Story of Soul Music by Gerri Hirshey

-Before the Deluge by Otto Friedrich

-Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence From Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson by Camille Paglia

-The American Way of Death by Jessica Mitford

-In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence

-Teenage by Jon Savage

-Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh

-The Hidden Persuaders by Vance Packard

-The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

-Viz (comics, early 1980s)

-Private Eye (satirical magazine, 1960s-1980s)

-Selected Poems by Frank O’Hara

-The Trial of Henry Kissinger by Christopher Hitchens

-Flaubert’s Parrot by Julian Barnes

-Maldodor by Comte de Lautréamont

-On The Road by Jack Kerouac

-Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonders by Lawrence Weschler

-Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

-Transcendental Magic, Its Doctrine and Ritual by Eliphas Lévi

-The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels

-The Leopard by Giusseppe Di Lampedusa

-Inferno by Dante Alighieri

-A Grave For A Dolphin by Alberto Denti di Pirajno

-The Insult by Rupert Thomson

-In Between The Sheets by Ian McEwan

-A People’s Tragedy by Orlando Figes

-Journey Into The Whirlwind by Eugenia Ginzburg

“The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.” -David Bowie

ladyeglantine  asked:

55 or 93 for Blackwall/Evelyn? :)

55. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The first time he says it she’s half-delirious from potions and pain, eyelids heavy as she blinks, twice, trying to focus her eyes on something inside the tent. A fire, she thinks. A fire in the near distance and a crowd of people, their smells and sounds falling into the slow beat of her body where she lies. People who had been running with her, escaping; she can see it if she closes her eyes again, all the shattered movements of them, their erratic little flight.


As the memory returns, Evelyn flinches and tries to sit up.

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And this word ‘bogus’ they all use… They won’t make the best of a bad job nowadays.  My private schoolmaster used to say ‘If a thing’s worth doing at all, it’s worth doing well.’  …But these young people have got hold of another end of the stick… They say, 'If a thing’s not worth doing well, it’s not worth doing at all.’ It makes everything very difficult for them.
—  Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies
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Juan’s grasp on my hand was tight as he was pulling me along the halls of the courthouse. Looking for the courtroom, we were suppose to be in for our ceremony. I was having trouble keeping up with him, he was moving so fast.

I should have told him about the memory I had  after the drive by, and what I had found when I looked up the information. Even if I didn’t know if I was forsure Claire Elizabeth Raines, I knew I was (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). I didn’t have memories of either life, just the bits of flashbacks.

He stopped, turning to look back at me, walking back to. “Evelyn, are you having doubts? I’ll understand.  We don’t have to do this.”

I shook my head, biting my lip. “No, I’m not having doubts, but you may, when I tell you.”


Jax leaned back in his chair, he didn’t like outsiders, and Evelyn Cora Roberts was the very reason why.   She was going to be trouble, with an ex like Graysen Tucker coming after her. The club would become a target of one of the largest crime families in the area, if they were to protect Evelyn.

Jax didn’t want to get on the Tucker Family’s  bad side, you never knew when you could use the connection.  He was going to have Unser check into her, see if she was hiding anything.  He had to protect his club, in the end.

As of right now he had to support Juice and this sham of a marriage. Going out to the main room, he prepared to welcome her to the family.


“I now pronounce you husband and wife, kiss your bride.”  Juan smiled at her, hands caressing her face. She closed her eyes leaning in, meeting his lips. It was a simple, and gentle kiss.

“Next!”  They pulled away from each other, the magic was over. He placed, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her out of the courtroom

“We have to go by the clubhouse, Gemma is throwing us a party.” He bit his lip looking at her.

She exhaled softly, smiling up at him. “Of course. You’re family wants to share our happiness with us.”  She looked down at her feet, his hands lifted her chin up, so her eyes met his.

“What is it beautiful?”  

“I hate lying to everyone, I know this marriage isn’t real…. “ She looked sad. Juan pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. Not sure what to say, he held her for a few minutes.

He hated lying to his brothers, about his marriage.  He hated lying to them about her background,  about her amnesia  but it was necessary.  He had told Jax and the rest of the club about her ex trying to kill her, but not why. They knew she was in a coma for a month, then woke up, it was half truths.  It was enough to get her protection.

“I know, but it’s only for a little while, until we have all the answers.” He pulled back, taking her hand and walking out the door.  

Heading to a side exit, instead of the front doors,  he smiled down at her. “I had one of the prospects drop off a cage. I didn’t think you’d want to ride my bike.”

She let out a laugh, wrapping my arms around him. “I would have happily ridden your bike.”

He wrapped his arms around her looking down into her eyes. He studied her face, she  tried to look away.  His hands moved up, cradling my jaw. “You’re so beautiful,  and I get to call you mine. I’m a lucky man.”

He lowered his mouth to hers,  his kiss started out gently.  He pulled her closer, letting out a moan, when she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth.

He broke off the kiss, holding her at a distance. “Keep that up, and we’re skipping..”

His words were cut off by the sound of gun shots.

He pushed her to the ground, covering her body with his. They laid there for what seemed life infinity, when the gunshots stop Juan lifted his weight off of her.

“You whole?” He stared down at her still body, panic rising up. “EVELYN!”


Vince had seen Ortiz and (YN), go inside the courthouse. They were both dressed up, he then saw Graysen standing outside. He circled back around the block, he had a feeling that Graysen was going to ambush Ortiz and (Y/N).

Vince called for back up, hoping he’d have enough time for them to show up; before the newlyweds came out. If not he’d just take the man in his own, he had to protect her.

He got out if his car, keeping out of sight, he kept his eyes on Graysen  He was crouched down, behind some bushes, keeping an eye on Graysen.  His former employer, must have some sixth sense. Graysen slowly turned around, walking to close proximity to where Vince had decided to observe.

“Barton, so glad you showed up. I plan on killing you both. I just can’t decide who goes first.”

Vince pulls out his gun. “Stay away from her, if you just leave her alone; I’ll lose everything I have on you. “

“Agent Barton, you disappoint me! You’d give up your career for a little whore? She’s so not worth it.”

Vince pulled out his gun. “I love her, which is more than I can say for you. She was always a possession for you, something for you to own. Leave her alone!”

A black SUV  pulled up, a couple of men jumped out, pointing their guns at Vince. He had no choice but to defend himself, regardless of the consequences.


I looked up at Juan’s panic ridden face, his hands running over my body.

“I’m fine…just shook up. I’m sorry…” I hated that I brought my crazy to his life. Reaching up, I touched his face. “Are you hit?”

He gathered me up in his arms, helping me up. His arming wrapping around me protectively, helping me to a vehicle the, in a parking lot.  He looked at me. “ I’m whole! Are you sure, you’re not hurt”

I nodded my head, smiling at him, reaching over squeezing his hand. I just wanted to leave, and feel safe.

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