“The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It was built of a bright brick throughout; its sky-line was fantastic, and even its ground plan was wild. It had been the outburst of a speculative builder, faintly tinged with art, who called its architecture sometimes Elizabethan and sometimes Queen Anne, apparently under the impression that the two sovereigns were identical. It was described with some justice as an artistic colony, though it never in any definable way produced any art. But although its pretensions to be an intellectual centre were a little vague, its pretensions to be a pleasant place were quite indisputable.”—The Man Who Was Thursday by G.K. Chesterton Download the FREE ebook & join our online book discussion for July!
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“Violet had read about Professor Bunburry, and his numerous unfortunate accidents with his machines. He was a tall, broad man, with very little hair and an extremely erect posture, probably owing to the giant metal brace around his neck, which stretched from just under his chin to over his shoulders, like a funnel. One of his hands had been replaced with a clockwork appendage that he had designed himself, and he walked with a limp from the weight of his metal foot. He wore a pair of tiny spectacles, which looked quite fragile balanced on his nose. He looked at Violet but made no motion, so Violet simply bowed her head low. The man was a mechanical genius, to be sure, but it was hard to tell where he ended and the mechanical began.”—from All Men of Genius by Lev AC Rosen (appearing at the Mid-Manhattan Library tonight at 6:30 p.m.)
“In Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, Mr. Almodóvar sets out to charm rather than shock. That he succeeds should not come as a surprise. The common denominator of all Almodóvar films, even the one that winds up in an ecstatic murder-suicide pact, is their good humor.”— Vincent Canby, New York Times (free screening at the Mid-Manhattan Library on 1/18)