WMD MacheteMark Plimsoll LLC, 26/01/2011 - 564 من الصفحات The Pan-American "Huckleberry Finn" for the Twenty-first Century, a memoir of the young author's struggle with two realities, one Anglo-Saxon and the other Hispanic. In this picaresque "coming-of-age" memoir, we see a vision of North America's future in twenty-five years, when the Hispanic population becomes the majority and changes not only the demographics of the United States of America, but its culture. The author sweeps us along on a whirlwind of culture shock. He chronicles the adventures of a disgruntled industrial-age young man who feels a tribal and instinctual reluctance to accept the Third World's view of the United States, and America's foreign policy. But before he can assimilate the profound changes in language, culture, and reality, along comes a new relationship and an earthquake that stops a war only to kill twenty-two thousand people, and changes blind patriotism into something else. |
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... sound system on four Firestone wheels. I bent down to open the sports car's passenger side. The new car scented air falls across my socks to escape into the swampy autumn night. I hunched inside, shut the door, then rolled down the ...
... sound system on four Firestone wheels. I bent down to open the sports car's passenger side. The new car scented air falls across my socks to escape into the swampy autumn night. I hunched inside, shut the door, then rolled down the ...
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... sounds and smells." "You mean noise and stink, don't you? Sounds lovely." "Let's take the bus together, you buy the hotel rooms, I'll buy the bus tickets. See the world as it is, not from some room that looks like a Holiday Inn no ...
... sounds and smells." "You mean noise and stink, don't you? Sounds lovely." "Let's take the bus together, you buy the hotel rooms, I'll buy the bus tickets. See the world as it is, not from some room that looks like a Holiday Inn no ...
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... sound of wind without a breeze, the hum of insects the sun drove into the shade. I walked down the road through short fresh grasses, florescent green against the reddish chocolate-powder dirt. As far as I could see, ancient crop ...
... sound of wind without a breeze, the hum of insects the sun drove into the shade. I walked down the road through short fresh grasses, florescent green against the reddish chocolate-powder dirt. As far as I could see, ancient crop ...
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... sounds dissipated, the quiet hiss of silence, the wind or the rush of my own blood in my temples, surged back once again. I laughed, recognized my foolishness to believe I could escape my own drug-filled culture here. My brownie proved ...
... sounds dissipated, the quiet hiss of silence, the wind or the rush of my own blood in my temples, surged back once again. I laughed, recognized my foolishness to believe I could escape my own drug-filled culture here. My brownie proved ...
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... sound like language spoken over the past twenty centuries for the two millennia of Mayan cultures. A few of these languages may link into the Mayan literatures of mathematics, sciences, astronomy, medicine, and religious writings but ...
... sound like language spoken over the past twenty centuries for the two millennia of Mayan cultures. A few of these languages may link into the Mayan literatures of mathematics, sciences, astronomy, medicine, and religious writings but ...
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