Entre 2006 et 2010, le photographe américain Alec Soth s’enfonce dans la forêt des Appalaches comme on entre petit à petit dans l’obscurité: à tâtons. Ce qu’il y cherche, ce sont justement ceux qui ne veulent plus être vus ni entendus, et qui ont fait le choix de rompre avec la société contemporaine. « Broken Manual » est…

Alec Soth’s first book, Sleeping in the Mississippi, was so sweeping in its epic statements, it seemed that Soth had nothing left to photograph. What could he do next? The answer is Niagara, a portrayal of the town that has traditionally been the romance capital of North America. In Niagara, Soth sets out to capture the grand passion of life, to do for love and marriage what Sleeping in the Mississippi does for the American Midwest. “Niagara is part of American mythology. It’s a place of romance, where people go to get married,” says Soth. “But when I got there my view of the place totally changed. The American side is economically devastated. It’s bleak.” As Mack Books republishes Alec Soth's classic book, BJP revisits our review first published in 2006

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The beloved New York Times bestselling author of the modern classic Frindle celebrates books and the joy of reading with a new school story to love!   Sixth grader Alec can’t put a good book down.   So when Principal Vance lays down the law—pay attention in class, or else—Alec takes action. He can’t lose all his reading time, so he starts a club. A club he intends to be the only member of. After all, reading isn’t a team sport, and no one would want to join something called the Losers Club, right? But as more and more kids find their way to Alec’s club—including his ex-friend turned bully and the girl Alec is maybe starting to like—Alec notices something. Real life might be messier than his favorite books, but it’s just as interesting.   With The Losers Club, Andrew Clements brings us a new school story that’s a love letter to books and to reading and that reminds us that sometimes the best stories are the ones that happen off the page—our own! Winner of the Rhode Island Children's Book Award (2019) Winner of the International Reading Association and Children's Book Council: Children's Choices List (2018) Winner of the Garden State Children's Book Award (2020) 2021 Grand Canyon Reader Award Nominee A Kansas William White Master List Selection (2018 & 2019) An Arkansas Charlie May Simon Children's Book Award Nominee (2019) A California Young Reader Medal Nominee (2019) A Nebraska Golden Sower Award Nominee (2019) A Virginia Young Readers Program Award Nominee (2019) A Minnesota Maud Heart Lovelace Award Nominee (2019)  A Missouri Mark Twain Award Nominee (2019) An Oregon Reader’s Choice Award Nominee (2019)   Praise for The Losers Club! * "Clements’s latest is engaging and funny. A laugh-out-loud first purchase for all middle grade collections, and a solid read-aloud choice for classrooms."—School Library Journal, Starred Review "Clements is out to celebrate reading in all its obsessiveness, and...tosses in shout-outs to a passel of other writers. [The Losers Club] gives fried bookworms everywhere the satisfaction of knowing that friends may desert them (if only temporarily) but books never will. "—The New York Times Praise for Andrew Clements! “Clements is a genius.” —The New York Times   “We have never read an Andrew Clements book that we haven’t loved.” —The Washington Post Read Full OverviewProduct DetailsISBN-13: 9780399557583 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Random House Children's Books Publication Date: 07-10-2018 Pages: 256 Product Dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.60(h) x 0.80(d) Age Range: 8 - 12 YearsAbout the Author Andrew Clements is the New York Times bestselling author of the beloved modern classic Frindle, which has sold over six million copies, won nineteen state awards (and been nominated for thirty-eight!), and been translated into more than a dozen languages around the world. Called the “master of school stories” by Kirkus Reviews, Andrew is now the author of over eighty acclaimed books for kids. He lives in Maine with his wife, Becky. They have four grown sons and two rascally cats. Visit Andrew online at andrewclements.com.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt CHAPTER 1 What Happens Next? A bright red plastic chair sat in the hallway outside the door of the principal’s office. This chair was known as the Hot Seat, and at nine-fifteen on a Tuesday morning, Alec Spencer was in it. During his years at Bald Ridge Elementary School, Alec had visited the Hot Seat a lot--he had lost count somewhere in the middle of fifth grade. This morning’s visit was the very first time he’d been sent to the principal’s office during sixth grade . . . except this was also the very first day of school, so Alec had been a sixth grader for less than forty-five minutes. A kid could end up in the Hot Seat at least a hundred different ways, most of them pretty standard: talking back to a teacher, bullying or shoving or punching, throwing food in the cafeteria--stuff like that. But Alec was a special case. Every time he had landed in the Hot Seat, he had been caught doing something that teachers usually liked: reading. It wasn’t about what he was reading or how he was reading--it was always because of where and when he was reading. Maybe his mom and dad were to blame for spending all those hours reading to him when he was little. Or maybe The Sailor Dog was to blame, or The Very Hungry Caterpillar, or possibly The Cat in the Hat. But there was no doubt that Alec had loved books from the get-go. Once he found a beginning, he had to get to the middle, because the middle always led to the end of the story. And no matter what, Alec had to know what happened next. Today’s situation was a perfect example. Just twenty minutes earlier, Alec had been in first-period art class, and Ms. Boden had passed out paper and pencils to everyone. Then she said, “I want each of you to make a quick sketch of this bowl of apples, and don’t put your name on your paper. In five minutes I’m going to collect the sketches and tape them up on the wall, and then we’re going to talk about what we see. All right? Please begin.” From across the art room, Alec had looked like he was hunched over his paper, hard at work. But when Ms. Boden got closer, she had discovered that Alec was hunched over a book, reading--something that had happened many, many times in past years. So Ms. Boden instantly sent him off to see the principal. The second-period bell rang, and the hallway outside the principal’s office filled up with kids--which was one of the worst parts of being in the Hot Seat. If you got sent to see Mrs. Vance, the whole school knew about it. However, Alec wasn’t just sitting there on the Hot Seat. He was also reading. It was a book called The High King, and in his mind, Alec held a sword in his hand as he ran along beside the main character, battling to save a kingdom. The bell, the kids, the laughing, and the talking--to Alec, all that seemed like sounds coming from some TV show in another room. But a loud voice suddenly demanded his attention. “Hey, can you guys smell something?” Without looking up from his book, Alec knew the voice. It belonged to Kent Blair, a kid who lived on his street, a kid who used to be a friend. These days, Kent was very popular and very annoying, and he always laughed when Alec got in trouble. Kent was also in Alec’s first-period art class, so him showing up like this? It wasn’t a coincidence. Alec forced his eyes to stay on the page, but he could tell Kent was about five feet away, standing with two other guys. He was talking extra loudly, making a big show of sniffing the air. “Phew! Seriously, can’t you smell that?” One of the other guys said, “I think it’s the spaghetti. From the cafeteria.” Kent turned slowly toward Alec and then pretended to see him for the first time. “Ohhh! Look! ” He pointed. “That’s Alec Spencer on the Hot Seat! So the smell? It’s fried bookworm! Get it? Ha-ha!” The other guys joined right in. “Oh--yeah! Fried bookworm! ” Alec looked up from his book and scowled. He was about to toss out some insults of his own, when all three guys stopped laughing and walked away--fast. Something on his left moved, and Alec turned. It was Mrs. Vance, holding her office door open. “You may come in now, Alec.” CHAPTER 2 Gulp The chair in front of Mrs. Vance’s desk was identical to the Hot Seat out in the hallway: hard red plastic with black metal legs. Alec remembered how big the chair had seemed back in first grade, and how scared he had been on those early visits. Today, the chair was a perfect fit, and he felt right at home. Mrs. Vance looked the same: brownish-gray hair almost to her shoulders, a jacket over a blouse--sometimes it was a sweater over a blouse. And she always wore a necklace of small pearls. She didn’t have what Alec would call a pretty face, but she wasn’t anywhere near ugly either. She was doing that thing where she rested her elbows on her desk and pressed the palms of both hands together. He thought it made her look like she was praying--maybe she was. Her glasses didn’t have rims, and the lenses were sort of thick, so her brown eyes seemed larger than life. When she looked at him the way she was doing right then, Alec felt like a bug under a magnifying glass. He knew better than to smile, and he knew better than to talk first. So he waited. The wait was only five or ten seconds, but it felt much longer. Then Mrs. Vance pulled her hands apart and folded them in front of her on the desk. She spoke slowly and very softly, lips barely moving, her eyes narrowed. “Alec, Alec, Alec--what are we going to do?” And as she said the word do, her dark eyebrows shot upward. Alec sat perfectly still. Mrs. Vance had yelled at him before, she had shaken a finger in his face, and once she had slammed both hands down on her desk, hard. But this? This was new. She opened a file folder on her desk. “I reviewed your academic results and test scores from last year. They weren’t great, but they weren’t as bad as I thought they might be.” She paused and locked her large eyes onto his. “But in terms of your attitude reports, your study skills reports, and your class participation marks? Fifth grade was a disaster!” She paused, then asked, “Do you know how many times you were sent to my office last year for reading instead of listening and participating in class?” Alec was about to guess eleven--but then decided he’d better keep his mouth shut. He shook his head. Mrs. Vance leaned forward. “Fourteen times!” Another long pause. “Your teachers and I know how bright you are, Alec. All of us admire how much you love to read--I don’t think I have ever known anyone who enjoys books more than you do. But when reading gets in the way of your other schoolwork every single day? That is a problem, and it’s gotten worse every year. Starting today, you have to make some definite changes--and you already know what they are. And if you choose not to change your classroom behavior? Then I will require that you attend a special study

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