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  This week we bring you four memoirs and one near-memoir, ranging from a family history of old money (Janny Scott’s “The Beneficiary”) to an immigrant’s account of abuse and displacement (Grace Talusan’s “The Body Papers”), from a queer coming-of-age memoir (T Kira Madden’s “Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls”) to a celebrated biographer’s description of his methods (Robert A. Caro’s “Working”). The near-memoir? That belongs to the timeless Beat writer Lawrence Ferlinghetti, who with “Little Boy” has published an autobiographical debut novel at the age of 100.

  You’ll also find a couple of environmental books — one about our landscapes and man-made spaces, the other about humanity’s uncertain future — along with poetry, novels new and old, and a story collection from one of Kenya’s greatest living writers.

  Gregory CowlesSenior Editor, BooksTwitter: @GregoryCowles

  BABY, I DON’T CARE, by Chelsey Minnis. (Wave, .) The poems in Minnis’s fifth collection play with notions taken from Hollywood’s golden era and film noir. (She thanks Turner Classic Movies in her acknowledgments.) It is “one of the most unusual and persuasive books of poems I’ve read in some time,” our critic Dwight Garner writes. “In her direct access to pain and sometimes wit, her knack for absurdity and disturbance, she can resemble poets as diverse as Anne Sexton and Patricia Lockwood.”

  THE STREET and THE NARROWS, by Ann Petry. (Library of America, .) Ann Petry’s first novel, “The Street,” was a literary event in 1946, praised and translated around the world — the first book by a black woman to sell more than a million copies. The Library of America recently published “The Street” in one volume along with Petry’s 1953 masterpiece, “The Narrows,” and a sampling of her critical writing. “Petry wrote unabashed protest art, in the mode of Steinbeck and Stephen Crane,” our critic Parul Sehgal writes. “Her kind of talent will always feel startling and sui generis.”

  THE BODY PAPERS: A Memoir, by Grace Talusan. (Restless, .99.) In this precise, delicately constructed memoir-in-essays, Talusan writes about her experience as an immigrant to the United States, her survival of childhood abuse and returning to visit the Philippines, her native country. “Talusan has the instincts of a storyteller, teasing out her narrative through images and allusion,” our critic Jennifer Szalai writes. The book “doesn’t track a one-way march to triumph from adversity; Talusan’s essays loop in on themselves, as she retrieves old memories and finds unexpected points of connection.”

  WORKING: Researching, Interviewing, Writing, by Robert A. Caro. (Knopf, .) In a collection of pieces that is unusually short for Caro, he offers his observations on his career as a biographer and historian, describing his commitment to getting all the details of a story and relating the lengths he is willing to go to in order to empathize with the people he is writing about. Our reviewer, Harold Evans, calls it an “iridescent” book and applauds the author’s “tenacity, his charm and his investigative genius, no other word for it.” Caro, he says, has “measurably enriched our lives with his intellectual rigor, his compassion, his openness, his wit and grace.”

  NAAMAH, by Sarah Blake. (Riverhead, .) Life on the ark after the Great Flood is filtered through the consciousness of Noah’s wife, Naamah, in this sensual and evocative first novel, a delirious contemporary riff on an Old Testament climate catastrophe. Reviewing it, Joan Silber calls the novel a “wild and superbly intelligent reimagining” that avoids the pitfalls of biblical retellings. “Blake can invoke prodigious events in plain yet properly large terms,” she writes, and “there’s an amused sanity under the gravitas.”

  THE BENEFICIARY: Fortune, Misfortune, and the Story of My Father, by Janny Scott. (Riverhead, .) Scott, a former reporter for The Times, explores the consequences of generations of inherited Main Line wealth as played out in her own family — especially through the lens of her alcoholic father, affectionately and mockingly called “the duke” by his wife and children. “It is often very funny, with some moments paced like a drawing room comedy,” Michael Gorra writes in his review. “Yet the duke inherited something more (or other) than money, and what comes to dominate his daughter’s narrative is her sense of wealth’s ‘misfortune.’”

  FALTER: Has the Human Game Begun to Play Itself Out?, by Bill McKibben. (Holt, .) McKibben, a veteran environmental writer, is never hectoring or hyperbolic; here, he turns the possibility of human extinction (from climate change, artificial intelligence, etc.) into an absorbing analysis with a glimmer of hope tempered by cold realism. “Some people hope that world problems will be solved by advanced new technologies,” Jared Diamond writes in his review. “Considering each such technology in turn, McKibben explains his skepticism about its hoped-for benefits, and his concerns about potential undesirable side effects.”

  THE ABSENT HAND: Reimagining Our American Landscape, by Suzannah Lessard. (Counterpoint, .) Half memoir, half cri de coeur, this book by a former New Yorker writer seeks to understand how our malls, green expanses and urban spaces reflect on our humanity. “Lessard devotes much of the book to exploring what she terms America’s ‘atopia,’ our vast, seemingly unplanned, inchoate, exurban sprawl, which remains to her largely inscrutable and tragic,” Michael Kimmelman, The Times’s chief architecture critic, writes in his review. “She writes about such places from what you might call an exalted literary remove. The mode is epistolary, poetic, occasionally honest to a fault … and moral.”

  LONG LIVE THE TRIBE OF FATHERLESS GIRLS: A Memoir, by T Kira Madden. (Bloomsbury, .) In telling this vast, arresting story of loving addicts, of a queer sexual awakening, of inhabiting a female, biracial body in America, of assault, the author displays her gift for salient detail. “It’s a eulogy and a love song,” our reviewer, Tessa Fontaine, writes. “It’s about girls and the women they become. And it’s all compulsively readable, not just because of those big themes, but because of the embodied, needle-fine moments that make the stories sing.”

  LITTLE BOY, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. (Doubleday, .) The iconic poet and activist, who just celebrated his 100th birthday, uses this autobiographical novel to recount his life story in a free association of flashes and arias, of high and low culture. Ferlinghetti has the appealing old-fashioned enthusiasm of an autodidact. “No one’s biography has more completely or ardently embodied the visions and contradictions, the achievements and calamities, the social mobility and social animosities, of that life span,” Robert Pinsky writes in his review. “Ferlinghetti has not just survived for a century: He epitomizes the American culture of that century.”

  MINUTES OF GLORY: And Other Stories, by Ngugi wa Thiong’o. (New Press, .99.) The Kenyan writer’s collection of short fiction tackles the absurdities, injustices and fortitude of people testing new ways against the old. “What shines through in Ngugi’s stirring pages is a hopeful message,” Delia Owens writes in her review. “Even after generations of foreign then domestic repression, spiritual confusion, drought and hunger, the resilient spirit — a gathering of real souls — lives on in Africa, no matter whose ghost or god is worshiped.”

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  东方心经图纸-百度【秦】【沁】【恬】【有】【一】【个】【秘】【密】,【她】【没】【和】【任】【何】【人】【说】【过】,【事】【实】【上】,【知】【心】【朋】【友】【太】【少】【的】【她】【也】【不】【知】【道】【和】【谁】【说】,【又】【从】【何】【说】【起】。 【那】【是】【关】【于】【那】【个】【明】【媚】【的】【女】【孩】【子】【和】【俊】【雅】【少】【年】【的】【事】。 【那】【天】【周】【三】,【阳】【光】【很】【好】,【前】【一】【晚】【忘】【记】【拉】【窗】【帘】【导】【致】【阳】【光】【透】【过】【窗】【户】【直】【射】【到】【她】【的】【床】【上】。 【她】【醒】【了】。 【睁】【眼】【看】【着】【明】【媚】【的】【阳】【光】,【心】【想】【这】【么】【好】【的】【天】【气】【和】【早】【起】【更】【配】,【遂】【轻】【手】

  【萧】【洋】【试】【图】【躲】【避】【赤】【羽】【透】【的】【中】【二】【之】【指】。 【赤】【羽】【透】【那】【话】【语】【声】【明】【明】【喘】【得】【和】【快】【挂】【了】【一】【般】,【但】【指】【人】【的】【手】【指】【却】【极】【为】【平】【稳】,【萧】【洋】【怎】【么】【闪】【都】【躲】【不】【掉】。 【云】【萝】【挂】【在】【萧】【洋】【身】【上】【随】【萧】【洋】【移】【动】【微】【摆】,【但】【冰】【炎】【圣】【使】【威】【严】【依】【旧】,“【暗】【之】【烈】【火】【使】,【放】【弃】【吧】,【降】【服】【于】【吾】【等】,【吾】【等】【天】【才】【结】【社】【放】【汝】【一】【条】【生】【路】……” 【在】【萧】【洋】【快】【要】【忍】【不】【住】【冲】【上】【干】【掉】【这】【只】【中】【二】【红】【毛】

  【生】【活】,【就】【是】【在】【不】【断】【地】【重】【复】【着】【昨】【日】【的】【自】【己】,【并】【想】【尽】【一】【切】【办】【法】【超】【越】【昨】【日】,【将】【昨】【日】【变】【成】【今】【日】【的】【过】【程】。 【就】【算】【是】【无】【尽】【门】【中】【的】【修】【仙】【者】,【也】【是】【如】【此】。 【当】【人】【们】【都】【掌】【握】【了】【超】【凡】【的】【力】【量】【时】,【他】【们】【不】【一】【定】【会】【因】【此】【而】【到】【处】【打】【打】【杀】【杀】。 【他】【们】【只】【会】【发】【现】,【自】【己】【依】【旧】【是】【如】【此】【地】【无】【力】。 “【可】【可】,【你】【就】【答】【应】【我】【吧】。” “【余】【右】【啊】,【不】【是】【我】【不】

  【应】【天】【府】,【御】【书】【房】 “【丰】【景】【行】,【这】【次】【派】【你】【任】【命】【钦】【差】【大】【臣】,【到】【了】【南】【郡】【一】【定】【要】【给】【我】【好】【好】【的】【解】【决】【问】【题】。” 【御】【书】【房】【内】,【朱】【觉】【怀】【正】【在】【给】【丰】【景】【行】【训】【话】! “【刚】【才】【的】【早】【朝】【他】【已】【经】【向】【众】【臣】【宣】【布】【由】【丰】【景】【行】【担】【任】【此】【次】【的】【钦】【差】【大】【臣】,【并】【且】【也】【说】【了】【太】【子】【也】【将】【会】【跟】【随】【丰】【景】【行】【一】【同】【出】【使】【南】【郡】。” 【此】【时】【太】【子】【朱】【琮】【就】【站】【在】【朱】【觉】【怀】【的】【身】【旁】。 “【琮】

  【从】【精】【灵】【球】【内】【出】【来】【的】【飞】【天】【螳】【螂】【通】【过】【观】【察】【知】【道】【了】【周】【围】【的】【情】【况】,【一】【声】【怒】【吼】,【随】【着】【它】【的】【镰】【刀】【挥】【动】【数】【次】,【这】【里】【的】【密】【码】【门】【发】【出】【了】“【锵】【锵】”【的】【声】【响】。 “【好】【像】【有】【点】【困】【难】……” 【林】【伊】【沫】【无】【奈】,【看】【来】【光】【靠】【飞】【天】【螳】【螂】【一】【直】【宝】【可】【梦】【是】【无】【法】【破】【开】【这】【里】【的】【安】【全】【门】。 “【出】【来】【吧】,【刺】【甲】【贝】,【使】【用】【冰】【砾】!【皮】【卡】【丘】,【使】【用】【十】【万】【伏】【特】!【奇】【鲁】【莉】【安】,【使】【用】东方心经图纸-百度【分】【开】【之】【时】,【一】【个】【人】【还】【从】【衣】【服】【里】【掏】【出】【了】【一】【个】【钱】【包】,【拿】【出】【一】【打】【钞】【票】【递】【给】【了】【对】【方】。 【金】【发】【寸】【头】【纹】【身】【男】【子】【接】【了】【过】【来】,【塞】【进】【夹】【克】【内】【侧】【的】【兜】【里】。 【他】【离】【开】【后】,【另】【外】【一】【边】【车】【子】【里】【的】【男】【人】【也】【启】【动】【了】【车】【子】,【准】【备】【离】【开】。 【薄】【欢】【的】【手】【落】【在】【了】【眼】【镜】【框】【上】,【顿】【时】【距】【离】【十】【米】【左】【右】【的】【车】【上】【的】【车】【牌】【号】【清】【晰】【的】【映】【入】【了】【她】【的】【眼】【帘】【之】【中】,【她】【一】【眼】【就】【牢】【牢】【记】【在】

  【也】【是】【看】【过】【之】【后】【刘】【美】【珍】【才】【知】【道】,【她】【所】【谓】【的】【辛】【苦】,【知】【道】【的】【只】【是】【皮】【毛】。 【那】【个】【时】【候】,【闻】【恋】【真】【的】【是】【在】【拼】【命】。 【又】【要】【努】【力】【提】【高】【学】【习】【成】【绩】,【又】【要】【想】【办】【法】【赚】【钱】,【每】【天】【都】【只】【睡】【三】【四】【个】【小】【时】,【亏】【得】【她】【身】【体】【受】【得】【了】。 【刘】【美】【珍】【心】【里】【挺】【难】【过】【的】,【同】【时】,【也】【为】【女】【儿】【感】【到】【欣】【慰】。 【从】【小】【说】【中】,【她】【倒】【是】【看】【到】【了】【更】【多】【了】,【知】【道】【女】【儿】【和】【小】【江】【同】【学】【之】【间】

  【谢】【憬】【淮】【拉】【着】【突】【然】【失】【魂】【落】【魄】【的】【女】【子】【进】【了】【曲】【院】【街】【南】【面】【的】【遇】【仙】【楼】,【让】【小】【二】【安】【排】【了】【一】【间】【上】【房】【又】【点】【了】【店】【里】【招】【牌】【的】【酒】【和】【一】【些】【从】【食】。 【小】【二】【细】【细】【的】【记】【了】【下】【来】,【到】【退】【出】【厢】【房】【时】【也】【不】【曾】【有】【意】【探】【寻】【的】【看】【过】【白】【卿】【安】【一】【眼】。 “【对】【不】【住】,【让】【你】【看】【笑】【话】【了】。”【手】【里】【还】【捏】【着】【那】【张】【剪】【纸】【画】【的】【白】【卿】【安】【此】【时】【已】【将】【心】【情】【平】【复】【下】【来】,【随】【手】【在】【脸】【上】【揩】【了】【两】【把】【将】【眼】【泪】

  【方】【颜】【启】【指】【一】【点】,【小】【玉】【虚】【镇】【邪】【镜】【瞬】【间】【化】【作】【脸】【盆】【般】【大】【小】,【从】【中】**【出】【一】【道】【大】【腿】【般】【粗】【细】【的】【金】【色】【光】【柱】,【向】【着】【快】【要】【靠】【近】【方】【颜】【的】【那】【只】【狸】【猫】【虚】【影】,**【而】【去】。 【金】【色】【光】【柱】【如】【同】【出】【鞘】【利】【剑】【一】【般】,【直】【直】【向】【着】【那】【道】【快】【要】【靠】【近】【方】【颜】【的】【狸】【猫】【虚】【影】【而】【来】,【瞬】【间】【便】**【到】【了】【它】【的】【身】【躯】【之】【上】。 【顿】【时】,【那】【狸】【猫】【虚】【影】【便】【止】【住】【了】【攻】【势】,【被】【小】【玉】【虚】【镇】【邪】【镜】【上】【所】

  【我】【昨】【天】【本】【来】【是】【想】【更】【新】 【但】【是】【我】【发】【现】【我】【又】【生】【病】【了】,【今】【天】,【本】【来】【是】【上】【学】【的】,【但】【是】【请】【假】 【唉】,【早】【上】【勉】【强】【强】【的】【上】【了】【四】【节】【课】,【一】【节】【课】【差】【点】【崩】【溃】【了】 【现】【在】【浑】【身】【火】【辣】【辣】【的】 【看】【我】【晚】【上】【好】【没】【好】【点】【吧】,【睡】【觉】【了】,【拜】【拜】 【么】【么】

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