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cichocicho · 5 months

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today on connecting the dots with irena … tom blyth kinda looks like alex lawther

#tom blyth #alex lawther #the end of the f***ing world #The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes #connecting the dots with irena

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chicago-geniza · 2 years

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Tl;dr Did you know that all Gustawa Jarecka's novels are available for free on polona dot pl, that she was from the same assimilated Lodz generation as Jelonka but working class, & she writes the most unforced, organic dialogue I've read of poor people discussing politics

I think...Hm. There is this tendency, which I am trying to articulate or describe accurately, in a lot of Holocaust scholarship I encounter? Where Polish Jews, forced into ghettos or camps, who had little or no connection to Jewishness before the war, are written about like The Man Without a Past. Some of it comes from surviving memoirs, especially those in Yiddish, which is understandable! But then it's up to the scholar compiling those primary sources to investigate further. I didn't take Polish-language sources at their word when they tossed off a dismissive one-line description of Irena Krzywicka's stepfather as a rank-and-file "Bund activist," when he was Yekusiel "Noyakh" Portnoy, you know, leader of the Bund in Poland, whose activities would have influenced Irena's life. Taking everyone in good faith and assuming the issue is, well. People aren't "culturally fluent" across multiple milieux, and wouldn't necessarily be aware of the person they're recording for posterity, or their role in a milieu to which they--that is, the writer--don't belong.

#nisht reblgn or i will Eat you #gustawa tag #assimilation and its discontents

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rockislandadultreads · 3 years

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New 2021 Fiction to Read

Agatha of Little Neon by Claire Luchette

Agatha has lived every day of the last nine years with her sisters: they work together, laugh together, pray together. Their world is contained within the little house they share. The four of them are devoted to Mother Roberta and to their quiet, purposeful life. But when the parish goes broke, the sisters are forced to move. They land in Woonsocket, a former mill town now dotted with wind turbines. They head up a halfway house, where they live alongside castoffs like the jawless Tim Gary and the headstrong Lawnmower Jill. Agatha is forced to venture out into the world alone, to teach math at a local all-girls high school, where for the first time in years she will have to reckon with what she sees and feels all on her own. Who will she be if she isn't with her sisters? These women, the church, have been her home--or has she just been hiding? Disarming, delightfully deadpan, and full of searching, Claire Luchette's Agatha of Little Neon offers a view into the lives of women and the choices they make. It is a novel about female friendship and devotion, the roles made available to us, and how we become ourselves.

A Fiancée's Guide to First Wives and Murder by Dianne Freeman

For Frances Wynn, widow to the late Earl of Harleigh, life has a cosmopolitan flavor of late. No sooner has she sent her mother and daughter off on a shopping trip to Paris than she and her fiancé, George Hazleton, are socializing with visiting members of the Russian royal family. Yet amid this whirlwind, scandal also comes calling when Inspector Delaney turns up outside Frances's house with a young French woman with a shocking claim: she is Mrs. George Hazelton. As the future Mrs. George Hazelton, Frances assumes the woman is either lying or demented. Mrs. Hazelton, aka Irena, makes other outrageous statements. Among them, she insists that she is the illegitimate daughter of Russian royalty, that she has been abducted and held for ransom many times, and that someone is sending her threatening letters. When George arrives, he clarifies that he is certainly not married to Irena--though he can confirm her royal parentage. But even as he agrees to investigate whether Irena's life is in danger, her claim proves tragically true. Irena is found strangled in Frances' garden. To uncover a killer--and clear their own names--Frances and George must determine which of Irena's outlandish stories were based in fact, and who stood to benefit from her death. And as the search reaches a shocking conclusion, they may find that villainy lurks all too close to home...

The Stranger Behind You by Carol Goodman

It’s taken Joan Lurie three years to write her article exposing a famous newspaper tycoon as a sexual predator. On the eve of its publication, she celebrates at a party thrown in her honor and is riding high…only to be brutally attacked as she is returning home late that night. Traumatized and suffering the effects of a concussion, she moves to a highly secure new apartment building in northern Manhattan called the Refuge. Safely sequestered away, she tries to begin writing a book that expands her much-lauded exposé. At the Refuge, Joan encounters a frail 96-year-old woman who has been living in the building since the 1940s when it was a Magdalen Laundry and Refuge for Fallen Women. When Lillian first arrived, she was hiding out from the infamous Murder, Inc mobsters. As Lillian relates her story about the long-ago incriminating incident she witnessed that forced her into hiding, Joan recalls certain details of her own investigation. The more Joan learns about Lillian and the fabled story of the Refuge, the more she realizes they may be linked to the book she is writing—and to her attacker that fateful night. As Joan starts to connect the clues and unravel decades worth of history, she must stay one step ahead of those who are desperate to make sure Joan never uncovers the final truth.

Intimacies by Katie Kitamura

An interpreter has come to The Hague to escape New York and work at the International Court. A woman of many languages and identities, she is looking for a place to finally call home. She's drawn into simmering personal dramas: her lover, Adriaan, is separated from his wife but still entangled in his marriage. Her friend Jana witnesses a seemingly random act of violence, a crime the interpreter becomes increasingly obsessed with as she befriends the victim's sister. And she's pulled into explosive political fires: her work interpreting for a former president accused of war crimes becomes precarious as their relationship is unbound by shifting language and meaning. This woman is the voice in the ear of many, but what command does that give her, and how vulnerable does that leave her? Her coolly impassioned views on power, love, and violence, are tested, both in her personal intimacies and in her role at the Court. She is soon pushed to the precipice, where betrayal and heartbreak threaten to overwhelm her; it is her drive towards truth, and love, that throws into stark relief what she wants from her life.

#Fiction #adult fiction #new books #2021 books #to read #tbr #reading recommendations #Book Recommendations #mysteries #thrillers #mystery books #public libraries #books recs #new fiction #booklr

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erza-is-a-crazy-fangirl · 6 years

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There for you - Nash Gold Jr x reader

For the lovely @itishebihime-samaforyou Hope you’ll like it! I wrote reader but it’s really you, the one I used as the female character :3

"Oh no, not again.." I had no choice, running seemed like the best option at this hour. With the phone at home and my sore throat I had no chance of getting help. "When will this end?!" The more tired I was getting, the faster that creep was getting closer behind me. I was just a few blocks away from the police station, but my feet were starting to give up on me. I made a last second turn hoping to confuse the psycho, but sadly it had rained and I slipped badly and fell. The next thing I knew was that a hand was grabbing me by the collar and pushing me against a wall with full power. Shouting, he moved one of his hands over my face while his other one was clenched into a fist, pressing hard against my stomach.

- I don't like running, and when a gentleman invites you in his home, you accept obediently!

With the limited amount of air I was able to get, I could still barely breathe, even though my head was already starting to hurt badly.

- I was going to be nice, but you asked for it... Be thankful to me, I will still take care of you despite the little stunt you tried to pull, and I bet you've never even been with a man before!

Laughing, he removed the hand that was pressed hard into my stomach and reached behind my back, aiming for my bra hooks. At that moment, all the power that was left in me flew away and my vision started to blur. Before I could fall on the floor the guy put his knee between my legs, still able to hold me upright. But somehow, without him noticing, right before he could grope me again, I noticed a figure behind him, which was coming closer and closer, then I heard a dull sound, after which the freak released his grip on me, causing me to lose balance and fall. I heard yelling and words, but I couldn't understand them. I was barely conscious, but I remember... one of the last tings I remember was another man getting close to me... The street light cast shadows in such way that I couldn't see a face, but there's one thing I noticed... "Hehe...Such pretty golden hair..."

When I woke up it was daytime, and I was in an unfamiliar place. A female voice reached my ears, causing me to rub my eyes in attempt to wake up completely. I tried to move and look for the voice, when I heard it again, this time understanding the words.

- Please no sudden movements yet, you're still in bad shape.

Confused, I still tried to get up, but this time a hand stopped me. I could still my head though, and when I did my eyes landed on an unknown pretty woman.

- Don't worry about anything, I will explain to you what happened after your fever is under control.

Fever? Oh, right... I wasn't in perfect condition even before I got abused again... My train of thought wasn't long, because I fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up again though, my mind felt more clear and I had no problem lifting up my torso. I was still in the unfamiliar room, but it didn't seem as if I was in danger. Soon enough the door opened, and I saw the same woman from before. She smiled and sat next to me on the bed, handing me a cup of tea and a pill.

- Judging by your looks you're feeling better huh? This is a vitamin, so don't be afraid. I'm Irena, nice to meet you.

“-H-hi..." Before I could say anything else the woman touched my forehead and smiled again.

- Very good, it seems you're stable now. My man sure was worried when he brought you here, I have a girl your age and it seems he's not overprotective only of her.

Just then a young girl came in the room and laughed.

- It makes me jealous you know.

Still confused, I managed to ask about where I was.

- This is our place, mom is a nurse and dad is a policeman!

Policeman?

- When my hubby brought you you weren't even conscious dear, what happened to you was heartbreaking, thank God my darling is a man who naturally can't stand such things, he managed to help you before something worse had happened to you. You had no ID or phone on you, but he insisted that I help you out instead of someone at the hospital.

-Dad does things the quick way lol.

-And so you're at our place instead of the hospital.

" -T-thank you for your kindness... It seems your husband and father saved my life back there, and you ma'am helped me after he did."

-It's our job to help dear, you're welcome.

"- I don't mean to be rude or ungrateful but I think I should go now, you've helped me enough so I can't bother you anymore, besides, my family and employer still must be unaware of my location and situation."

- Don't worry about it, dad said he took care of that! The day after he brought you he went to work as usual, he had time to find you in the records and notified your family and boss.

"-Wow... I can't thank your family enough for what you did for me... a complete stranger..." Looking down, I kind of teared up, causing the girls in the room to give me a simultaneous hug.

- Don't cry dear, we're just happy we could help. This is what matters to our family, this is what we've taught Ann as well.

- Mom's right, you don't have to do anything, just be careful and take care of yourself more in the future.

"- I try... sometimes... but my family is nothing like yours..." I spent a good two hours with the mother and daughter combining their talents in reassuring, encouraging and comforting. I felt better, somehow.

"- Again, thank you so much. I think it's time to go, but I'd like to thank my policeman hero too."

- He somehow knew you'd want to do that, so he told us to invite you to the police station on his behalf. You could go sometime, but for now you should go home, Ann will talk to you on social media, right dear?

- Absolutely, you're a very talented writer by the way! I can say I’m a fan!

Ann turned her phone towards me, what I saw on the screen was nothing other than my blog.

"-H-how did you know it was mine???"

Ann laughed.

- I've followed this blog for a long time, I just had to connect the dots to know it was you behind it, dad taught me enough things about deduction~

"- Your family sure is something else..."

The women smiled and shook my hand for goodbye.

- Take care sweetheart, it was great meeting you!

"- Likewise ma'am. See you." I smiled and headed home, waving at the kind girls. When I got home and went through thorough interrogation, I went to my room and plopped on the bed. The fresh memories from the day started swimming in my mind. "-That man will be in trouble for sure, trying to attack a police officer after trying to molest a girl, what a psycho! I think you should file a restraining order too, just to be safe, dad can help you!" I thought about Ann's words. "She sure was something else. Smart, bold, and pretty like her mom, things I would like to be..." Ugh, no, no depressing thoughts yet, I need to call boss, take a shower, read something, get some more rest... It was already past midnight, but I couldn't fall asleep. I had too much on my mind. I thought and thought and thought...

Ok I'm done, no sleep for me again... I reached for my phone and started reading manga. I don't know how much time passed as I didn't bother checking the clock that was literally just above the manga panels. But my peace was interrupted by a noise which came from the street, it was either someone shouting, or someone throwing stuff, it was quick so I couldn't figure out what it was. When I looked out I saw a police car with a man leaning on it, talking on the phone. The street lights weren't that strong but just enough for me to be able to see the man's silhouette and his policeman uniform, his hair however, was a beautiful golden color... So pretty... Wait! It had to be him! A policeman with golden hair! Just like the one who saved me! Not having anything else to do I got dressed and went outside. But as soon as I stepped outside the apartment door I was grabbed forcefully and unexpectedly by something or someone.

-Hehe, look what we've got here... You little trash sure caused me a lot of trouble... But luck seems to be on my side today! That means your luck has run out!

To my horror, I recognized the voice. It was the same as the other day, meaning I was in the same situation again... The same crazy molester had me in his grasp, not intending to let go. With his hand over my mouth I couldn't even say a thing, let alone scream for help. I connected the dots, the asshole probably escaped the police and somehow was now hiding in our building. Being unable to do anything else, I started crying. One of my hands was bent in a dangerous position, bones just waiting to snap in half. Just when desperation took over me again, I heard the sound of breaking glass, and and agonizing scream. In a few seconds my attacker was on the floor, bleeding. The automatic entryway lights, which had long gone out, turned on again after sensing the motion.

- I've come for you.

-Like hell I'm going to jail! I escaped you once, I'll do it again!

-I wasn't talking to you, scum.

Still frozen, I heard a gunshot and another scream, it seems this helped me snap out of it, finally being able to turn around. Was I ready for the sight? No would be a weak word. There, in front of me, stood the most handsome, smart, strong, gentle, charming and perfect person in the whole world...

-Heh, you sure - Oh?

I didn't realize how I had fallen to my knees, mouth agape, sitting still on the floor, unable to believe my eyes. Tears were still streaming down my face, but the feelings of shock and horror were changed to pure disbelief. Whole words were unable to leave my mouth, and all I could mutter was quiet parts of words. The man in front of me squatted in front of me looking slightly confused. The processing of the information was quick but chaotic. My sobbing, which had become loud continued, and even though my tears blocked my vision partially, I could still see clearly... In one moment, not sure how exactly, but as if a cosmic ray of energy hit my body, somehow I jumped forward as if I was a spring, hugging the man in front of me. Still sobbing, my vice let out a loud sound wave, containing one name only...

Surprisingly, he didn't even try to move away from me, and being stronger than me he didn't even fall back from the impact, but instead hugged me and while standing up spun me around like in those overly dramatic movie scene clichés.

-It's okay now...

He spoke in a soft voice, stroking my hair with one hand, it's as if he was dealing with the child I felt like...

Somehow all could do was cry and hold onto him. It was as if everything had stopped. When I calmed down Nash led me out of the building for some fresh air and sat next to me. Hours passed, I'm not sure how many, all I remember was us talking, laughing, me crying again, the sun rising... the surroundings slowly becoming more and more visible. It was day. I had even forgotten about the attacker that was lying on the floor inside with a concussion and a hole in his body. All I know is that I remember him there. My everything. When I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes I knew it was time for him to go. I seemed to have understood it anyway. Not that I wanted him to go, but he had to.

-I will take care of the mess inside, but the mess inside of you you'll have to deal with on your own. Don't worry, you're never alone, me, your friends, The boss... There are many people who care about you, even if you don't always see it. And I’m there for you, ...

I couldn’t hear the rest for some reason.

“-I... “

-I know, I know.

With a kiss on the forehead and one last hug, Nash headed for the police car, carrying a grunting bloody man over his shoulder. Before driving off, Nash looked at me again and smiled.

“-Bye... “

As I was watching the car moving farther and farther, I sighed and headed towards my room again. “- Now I might need some sleep...”

When I woke up it was the next day. I was still half asleep when memories of that event hit me.

“-Oh... OH! WHAT?! “

Looking around in panic and confusion, I slapped my cheek to see if I was awake.

-ARE YOU KIDDING? IT WAS A DREAM?! I should've known...

Feeling kinda depressed, but mostly hungry, I got dressed and headed out.

“- I need to get breakfast...”

As I was nearing the front door of our apartment building I saw some brown stuff all over the floor.

“-Drunk people and their parties... Who knows what this is?...”

When I opened the door, I was greeted by police cars and spectators on the sidewalk. I went closer to see what was going on.

-...and is currently in our custody, so you have nothing to worry about. You can all return home.

The crowd started to disperse and I asked one officer about all this. But before he told me anything he turned to one of his colleagues and yelled:

-This is the one!

Confused, I watched as a handsome golden haired policeman approached me.

- I'm glad you're alright, again! You can call me Nal, you've met my wife and daughter but not me!

“- It's you sir! It's safe to say I owe you my life! But what's going on here?...”

-Ah... You see, when I saved you from that guy I brought him to the station and locked him up for interrogation, but he escaped. Somehow we managed to find him hiding in this area and we even had to fire at him. The blood has yet to be cleaned...

“-That brown substance-!”

-Yeah, you must've seen it on your way out. We suspect he came here to finish the job. I need to inform you we might need you in court soon.

“- I see... “

A few weeks later I was getting ready to face that maniac again. Although it was bound to be safe this time, I wan't eager to go.

"I hope things work out..."

My thoughts were interrupted by mom's yelling.

-Are you ready yet? You need to go!

"You're never alone..." With a sigh I put my shoes on and opened the door, only to see my escort was a familiar golden haired policeman who had saved me more than once now. He smiled at me and said...

-I've come for you...

#nash gold #nash gold jr #kuroko no basket #Kuroko no Basuke

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cichocicho · 1 year

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