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After Shiloh and before Atlanta: How the ACW was Lost

Watch for the name T. A. StoneAs Jon begins to profile and investigate these murders, he realizes the killer is moving more frequently, the mutilations are getting worse, and he knows the killer will soon strike again. Add to all of this an unsatisfactory love affair in Jon's life, the fact that he's a manic-depressive who has to fight himself to remember to take his pills, he has an obnoxious new female police detective running at odds with him almost all the time, and you have not just another serial killer novel. You have one of the most brilliantly conceived, fast-moving serial killer novels this reviewer has ever read. You're with Jon all the way, struggling with him through manic episodes that threaten to wreck his peace of mind, and racing against time with him as he tries to shake his own demons long enough to get inside the killer's mind and stop him before he kills again.
I loved everything about this book. The characters-especially Jon-the speed of the action, and the no-holds-barred investigation into a seemingly pristine small town which, underneath its slick veneer, is teeming with adulterous secrets, police departmental intrigue, and murder. I read this book without stopping; I literally could not put it down. I can't remember ever being this completely riveted by a murder mystery; my husband said the same thing. This book truly deserves all the accolades sure to be heaped upon it, and more. Watch for the name T. A. Stone. If anyone is destined for the NY Times bestseller list, this author is. B.A.


Vibrant, hypnotic language with multiple layers of meaningDissonant rhythms, irregular syntax, and unusual vocabulary awaken dormant places lying deep within us. Verbal contrasts and evocative rhythms mesmerize, unsettle, captivate, and hypnotize. Soft, gentle words, like "a shadow elongates" combined with abrupt, sharp-angled phrases like "febrile ruckus" show us that Stone is an accomplished master of juxtapositions. The author has complete control of her universe of words which aim towards a vanishing point of solitude. Magnetic phrases draw us towards each poem's center-centers which often lead us to life's edges. Each word, a prop on the poem's stage, is placed to release precise ambiguity of meaning. Her enigmatic titles, "Emissary Shadow," "Sun in an Empty Room," and "The Art of Crackage" are as mysterious as they are precise.
Stone constructs an exotic poetic scaffolding of elaborate phrases infused with darkness. Taking us to the boundaries of the human condition, to "the vacated events we make myths of" (p. 44), her language to describe the dark is paradoxically bright and invigorating. Her title poem, "Cocktails with Brueghel at the Museum Cafe" is a carnival of language dancing over darkness. Some 400 years ago, Flemish artist, Pieter Brueghel the Elder, whom Stone invokes, mastered such combinations of revelry and death in his apocalyptic paintings.
As vibrancy and laughter share center stage with solitude and darkness in Stone's poetry, words, at the edge of life's nothing, summon life's everything. Readers who enter this rich, textural cafe of poems will delight in the multiple layers of meaning that continue to resonate when the poetry ends.


The Cold Smell of Sacred Stone

Retailers can do the good stuff the big guys forget.

Like a Toystore For Political Junkies

Basic for architects, conservators and stone collectors!

Future holds much promise for the sculptors of Zimbabwe*****Although Zimbabwe stone sculpture is argued to be firmly located within a modernist discourse, its content and form are informed by traditional spiritual beliefs, myths, legends, oral history, customs, and rituals, which impart a new function and modernist aesthetic for creative expression in stone. Prestigious galleries around the world have been honored to exhibit the work of many of Zimbabwe's finest stone sculptors, such as the Paris Rodin Museum and the New York Museum of Modern Art. The larger pieces have been exhibited at the Kirstenbosch Gardens in Cape Town, the Kew Gardens in London, the Parlmengarten in Frankfurt, the Berlin and Hamburg Botanical Gardens, the Yorkshire Sculpture Park in Yorkshire, the Hannover Expo 2000, and the Missouri Botanical Gardens in St. Louis.
*****Celia Winter-Irving is the Writer and Documentalist in Residence at the Chapungu Sculpture Park. She is also the lead writer on art for the Zimbabwe Herald with her own column in the Herald 'Art and Leisure' each Saturday. At the park she writes books on sculptors, produces the newsletter, compiles and writes essay/biographies on sculptors represented by Chapungu, and organizes media relations. A listing of her more recent books includes Lazarus Takawira (Lazarus Takawira June 2000), Anderson Mukomberanwa (Anderson Mukomberanwa June 2000), Tengenenge Art Sculpture and Painting (World Art Foundation, Eerbeek, The Netherlands, April 2001), and Soottie the Cat at Tengenenge (Tengenenge Pvt Ltd, April 2001). In 2002, she finished a book concerning the successful Zimbabwe sculptor, Agnes Nyanhongo.


Superb

Watch where you're going!If you are not familiar with Dr. Stone's work, you might be pleasantly surprised, as I was, that he seems like such a down-to-earth nice guy for someone with such a treasure trove of otherworldly wisdom to offer. All of this information was strange and foreign territory for me, but he presents it in a practical and accessible way. What a great "travel agent" the Universe has given us for our spiritual journey! This is a solitary road for some of us, but with Dr. Stone's introductions to the Ascended Masters, Angels and other Cosmic beings, it doesn't feel so lonely. If you work your way through his Encyclopedia and follow his techniques, you'll be too busy to be lonely :)