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The Taiga Syndrome by Cristina Rivera Garza, trans. by Jill Levine and Aviva Kana has an overall rating of Rave based on 5 book reviews.

I have been photographing this bird for several years, returning to this site early in the morning and hoping it would be perching there. Over time it has become very receptive and allows me to approach to about 10 feet, occasionally squawking at me when I get inside that magic circle of safety. Almost all of the close-up photos of great blue herons I have posted are of this bird. I often wonder if it recognizes me individually or is just tolerant of people. Notable features of great blue herons include slaty (gray with a slight azure blue) flight feathers, red-brown thighs, and a paired red-brown and black stripe up the flanks; the neck is rusty-gray, with black and white streaking down the front; the head is paler, with a nearly white face, and a pair of black or slate plumes runs from just above the eye to the back of the head. The feathers on the lower neck are long and plume-like; it also has plumes on the lower back at the start of the breeding season. The bill is dull yellowish, becoming orange briefly at the start of the breeding season, and the lower legs are gray, also becoming orangey at the start of the breeding season. Immature birds are duller in color, with a dull blackish-gray crown, and the flank pattern is only weakly defined; they have no plumes, and the bill is dull gray-yellow.

Jennifer Garza-Cuen is an artist concerned with the complex weave of social structures, with groups and sub-groups and the continued impulse to categorize and define. Working in a constructed-documentary style she explores ideas of cultural memory and inheritance through the revision, reenactment and recounting of myths. With a basis in the tradition of social commentary, Garza-Cuen creates histo-cinematic narrative re-tellings more focused on posing questions or setting the scene in which questions will naturally form than coming to conclusions or providing answers. Finally, as a former expatriate American, Garza-Cuen is primarily interested in American themes: American mythology, empire, society, regions, sub-cultures and their norms and customs as well as the idea of ‘American-ness’ as it affects her own, continuing, self-defining process.

Under Alicia Garza, Patrisse Cullors, Alicia Garza and others, Black Lives Matter is having an enduring impact on politics and policy.

Eddie Garza is a plant-based chef, cookbook author, and Program Manager of Food & Nutrition for The Humane Society of the United States. Eddie and his work to reform food systems…

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I really enjoyed this well thought out suspense filled psychological thriller. I enjoyed how the story unfolds through the eyes of each different character. I did not want to put this book down. I …

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NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST - New York Times Book Review Editors' Choice - "A searing account of grief and the quest to bring her sister's murderer to justice years after the fact" (The Boston Globe), from "one of Mexico's greatest living writers" (Jonathan Lethem). "Cristina Rivera Garza wanted to shed light on the life of her sister, killed 30 years ago. . . . The record of a woman who, against the odds, refuses to be forgotten."--The New York Times A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: The New York Times Book Review, NPR, The Washington Post, Time, Chicago Public Library, She Reads October 18, 2019. Cristina Rivera Garza travels from her home in Texas to Mexico City, in search of an old, unresolved criminal file. "My name is Cristina Rivera Garza," she writes in her request to the attorney general, "and I am writing to you as a relative of Liliana Rivera Garza, who was murdered on July 16, 1990." It's been twenty-nine years. Twenty-nine years, three months, and two days since Liliana was murdered by an abusive ex-boyfriend. Inspired by feminist movements across the world and enraged by the global epidemic of femicide and intimate partner violence, Cristina embarks on a path toward justice. Liliana's Invincible Summer is the account--and the outcome--of that quest . In luminous, poetic prose, Rivera Garza tells a singular yet universally resonant story: Liliana is a spirited, wondrously hopeful young woman who tried to survive in a world of increasingly normalized gendered violence. Rivera Garza traces her sister's history, depicting everything from Liliana's early romance with a handsome but possessive and short-tempered man to that exhilarating final summer of 1990 when she loved, thought, and traveled more widely and freely than she ever had before. Using her skills as an acclaimed scholar, novelist, and poet, Rivera Garza collected and curated evidence--handwritten letters, police reports, school notebooks, interviews with Liliana's loved ones--to document her sister's life. Through this remarkable and genre-defying memoir, she confronts the trauma of losing her sister and examines how this tragedy continues to shape who she is--and what she fights for--today. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780593244098 Media Type: Hardcover Publisher: Random House Publishing Group Publication Date: 02-28-2023 Pages: 320 Product Dimensions: 5.70(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.30(d)About the Author Cristina Rivera Garza is the award-winning author of The Taiga Syndrome and The Iliac Crest, among many other books. A recipient of the MacArthur Fellowship and the Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz Prize, Rivera Garza is the M. D. Anderson Distinguished Professor in Hispanic Studies, and director of the PhD program in creative writing in Spanish at the University of Houston.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt I Azcapotzalco Time heals everything, except wounds. —Chris Marker, Sans Soleil [here, under this branch, you can speak of love] The tree is brimming with invisible birds. At first I think it must be an elm tree—it has the same sturdy and solitary trunk supporting the sprawling branches that I recognize from my childhood—but soon, just a couple days later, it is clear that it is an aspen, a foreign species transplanted long ago to this part of ​​Mexico City, an area poor in native vegetation. We sit beneath it, right on the edge of a yellow curb. The sun slowly setting. Across the busy street and behind tall metal gates, gray factory towers stretch upward, and heavy power lines bend, barely horizontal, against the sky. Trailers drive by at great speed, as do taxis and cars. Bicycles. Of all the evening noises, the sound of birds is the most unexpected. I have the impression that if we move beyond the tree’s shadow we will not be able to hear them anymore. Here, under this branch, you can speak of love.// Beyond lies the law, the need, / the trail of force, the preserve of terror./ The fief of punishment. // Beyond here, no. But we listen to them and in some absurd, perhaps unreasonable, way their repetitive and insistent singing triggers a calm that cannot erase disbelief. Do you think she will come? I ask Sorais as she lights a cigarette. The lawyer? Yes, she. I have never known what to call that movement, when lips pressed together stretch toward one side of the face, dismissing any illusion of symmetry. I’m sure we’ll see her soon, she says in response, spitting out a strand of tobacco. In any case, it wouldn’t hurt to wait another half hour. Or another hour. Looking at her sideways, hesitantly, I have to admit to myself that I mentioned the lawyer because I wanted to avoid asking her to wait with me. Supplicate is the verb. I did not want to beg. I did not want to beg you to wait here with me for a little longer because I don’t know if I will be able to, Sorais. Because I don’t know what animal I am unleashing deep within. We are now six hours and twenty minutes into a journey that started at noon, in what now seems to have been another city, another geological era, another planet. [twenty-nine years, three months, two days] We’d agreed to meet at noon at the place where I was staying. An old house turned into a boutique hotel. A white fence flanked by bougainvillea and vines. An old gravel passageway. Palm trees. Rose bushes. And while I wait for Sorais with some anticipation, I don’t take my eyes off the city on the other side of the windows. It welcomes just about everyone, this city. It kills just about anyone too. Lavish and unhealthy at the same time, cumulative, overwhelming. Adjectives are never enough. When Sorais arrives at the house that is to be my home those few autumn days in Mexico City, I don’t know if I will be able to. There are two things I must do today, I tell her right away as we hug and exchange greetings. The aroma of soap in her hair. The moisture of her skin after a hot bath. Her voice, which I have known for years. Well let’s go then, she answers immediately, without even asking for more details. It might take all day, I warn her. And it is then that she pauses, looking into my eyes. So where are we going? The intrigue in her voice betrays expectation, not suspicion. I am silent. Sometimes it takes a bit of silence for words to come together on the tip of the tongue and, once there, for them to jump, to take the unimaginable leap. This dive into unknown waters. To the Mexico City Attorney General’s Office, near the downtown district. She keeps quiet for a moment now, paying close attention. About two weeks ago, I tell her, on another trip to the capital city, I met up with John Gibler, the journalist who helped me start the process of finding my sister’s file. She looks down, and then I know for a fact that she knows. And understands. After a brief search in the newspaper archives, I continue, John found the news just as it was published in La Prensa twenty-nine years ago. He managed to contact Tomás Rojas Madrid, the journalist who wrote the four articles that documented the murder of a twenty-year-old architecture student in a surprisingly restrained tone, in language devoid of emotion or sensationalism, succinctly depicting the crime that had alarmed a neighborhood in Azcapotzalco on July 16, 1990. And I came, I continue explaining, to meet the two of them, the two journalists, at the Havana Café, that famed and crowded place, and walked with them to the building of the Mexico City Attorney General’s Office. Because I wanted to file a petition there, I tell her. How does one even formulate such a letter? Where does one learn the protocols for requesting a document of this nature? October 3, 2019. Mexico City. C. Ernestina Godoy Ramos. Attorney General of Mexico City. My name is Cristina Rivera Garza, and I am writing to you as a relative of LILIANA RIVERA GARZA, who was murdered on July 16, 1990, in Mexico City (Calle Mimosas 658, Colonia Pasteros, Azcapotzalco Delegation). I am writing to request a full copy of the case file that at the time corresponded to Public Ministry record no. 40/913 / 990-07. If you need more information, please do not hesitate to contact me at the following address. Best regards. There is only a slim chance of recovering the file, I clarify again, after all these years. Twenty-nine, I added, twenty-nine years and three months and two days. I am silent again. Things are so difficult sometimes. But they are supposed to have an answer for me today, I say. [the younger sister] We decide to walk. The journey, according to Google, would not take us more than forty-four minutes on foot. And the day is spectacular. So we trek forward. One step after another. A word. Many more. If it weren’t for the fact that we are pursuing the record of a murdered young woman, this could be mistaken for any random outing in a touristy city. Avenida Ámsterdam is a legendary street in La Condesa, a Porfirian neighborhood established in 1905 that still boasts its old art deco and art nouveau mansions, now sandwiched between apartment buildings with shiny windows and roof gardens. The neighborhood was also known as the Hippodrome because the avenue along which we walk this morning was, in its origins, the oval track where horses raced against each other. Desperately. It is easy to imagine them: the horseshoes against the loose dirt of the arena, the rattle of their gallop, their glistening skins, the upright manes. Their rosy gums. One after another, those horses. Running as if their life depended on it. Aren’t we all? The air from the past lingers, crisp and sharp, full of uproar, against our nostrils while the canopy overhead prevents sunlight from passing through. Still, Avenida Ámsterdam remains a must-see. Elongated and paved with bricks, the path is a closed form, a kind of physical villanelle that thwarts the experience of continuity or the feeling of finitude. You always go around, endlessly, inside an oval, after all. You are always a horse running against the past. The muffled echoes of English or French or Portugues

La Junta Directiva del XII Encuentro Internacional de Escritoras a realizarse en Miami, del 11 al 15 de septiembre de 2016, se complace en anunciar la participación de la destacada escritora, historiadora y catedrática mexicana, María Cristina Rivera Garza. La escritora, quien cuenta con más de una veintena de obras publicadas, varias de ellas traducidas

Following the acquittal of George Zimmerman in the fatal shooting of Trayvon Martin, three women - Alicia Garza, Opal Tometi, and Patrisse Khan-Cullors - came together to form an active response to the systemic racism causing the deaths of so many African-Americans. They simply said: Black Lives Matter; and for that, they were labelled terrorists. In this empowering account of survival, strength and resilience, Patrisse Khan-Cullors and award-winning author and journalist asha bandele recount the personal story that led Patrisse to become a founder of Black Lives Matter, seeking to end the culture that declares Black life expendable.Like the era-defining movement she helped create, this rallying cry demands you do not look away. With foreword by Angela Davis.

This Vintage Japanese style poster featuring an Great White Egret is a beautiful work of original art. Its classic design and intricate details capture the essence of this unique and magnificent bird, making it a timeless piece of Americana for any wall decor. Ready for download, it's an easy and affordable way to bring a touch of nature's beauty into your home. WHAT SIZE CAN I PRINT MY FILE? The image is created in a 16 x 24 inch format but can be printed at various sizes. Each art piece is created with a certain aspect ratio in mind. This means you may print the art in sizes corresponding to that ratio. Standard print ratios are: 2:3 = 8 x 12 or 16 x 24 this is the standard size for traditional posters. 3:4 = 6 x 8 , 9 x 12, 18 x 24 I don't use this ratio often but some pieces are this size. 4:5 = 8 x 10, 16 x 20 I do use this ratio often and it is most common for printers. If you desire a custom size let me know I will do all that I can to accomodate you without compromising the quality of the art or image. YOU ARE PURCHASING A DIGITAL PRINT FILE All of the art prints were created in a digital format. They are saved in a PNG (Portable Network Graphic) format. This is a superior file format to the much older JPG file format and PNG was specifically created for digital graphics and there is no loss of data in the file transfer. This is a tech speak for saying you are getting the best quality image available! I care too much about the work I create and the art you will view in your home to give you anything but the best! HOW DO I DOWNLOAD? The art was created in digital format and is available for download after payment is received. No physical item will be shipped to you. Refer to the email sent by Etsy to you notifying you of the purchase and steps to download your art! Your files will be available to download after your payment is processed at http://www.etsy.com/your/purchases. If you check out *as a guest*, your download link will be sent to your e-mail address - check your junk/spam mail for the email from Etsy. HOW DO I PRINT THE IMAGE? 3 Easy Ways to Print: 1) Print from home using your home printer. 2) Upload or take your file to a local print shop such as Staples, Walgreens or Costco. 3) Upload file to an online printing service such as Snapfish, Shutterfly or mpix.com There are many options for printing. I always suggest and hope you will print this image on canvas as it creates a finished piece of art presentation. It is only a modest price increase and the results are very much worth it! Like what you see? Find more awesome items in my shop at https://www.etsy.com/shop/WCVintagePrints This work of art is an orginal created for Wild & Co. by Brett Lindsey and is protected by copyright and is for personal use only. You may not use it for any commercial benefit.

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The Last Shadow Gate Author: Michael W. Garza Genre: YA Fantasy Release Date: March 3rd, 2017 NeverHaven Press Book Description: Summer vacation was never supposed to be like this. It was bad enough Naomi had to be shipped off to her dad's home for the summer and deal with her half-brother Gavin, but when the siblings are forced to spend their break with their great-grandmother in upstate New York, everything changes. An investigation into the strange disappearance of their great-grandfather forces them to retrace his footsteps. They discover a gateway between worlds and encounter extraordinary creatures in a land where the people are desperate to escape the coming of a shade lord. To survive their adventure, Naomi and Gavin must settle their differences and find the elusive shadow gate that will take them home again. Pre-Order Links: Amazon US ¦ UK THE SHADOW GATE CHRONICLES: Book 1: The Last Shadow Gate Book 2: A Veil of Shadows (Coming 2017) Book 3: The Shadow of War (Coming 2018) Advance Praise for THE LAST SHADOW GATE: "If this book had been around when I was a kid, I’d have held it right up there with The Chronicles of Narnia and Lord of the Rings.” - Sunshine Somerville, Author of THE KOTA SERIES "You won't want to miss out on the thrilling yet perilous world beyond the shadow gates!" - J. Cornell Michel, Author of JORDAN'S BRAINS *If you love fast-paced, YA Fantasy, THE LAST SHADOW GATE is the book for you.* EXCERPT The Last Shadow Gate (Sample Chapters) 1 Gavin Walker sat in a dining room chair at the head of the table. His dirty-blond bangs were pushed to one side revealing a wide-eyed expression. His mouth hung open, and he was at a loss for words, which was something that didn’t happen often in the twelve-year-old’s daily life. “The whole summer?” His father stood at the opposite end of the table resting his hands on the back of a chair. The similarities between father and son were unmistakable. Mr. Walker’s expression was calm, unlike his son’s overreaction. Gavin could see his father wasn’t going to back down, so he resorted to repetition. “The whole summer?” Mr. Walker didn’t budge. “Don’t be so dramatic.” “But Dad.” “It won’t kill you,” Mr. Walker said. “You haven’t seen Mama Walker in over two years and she’s not getting any younger.” His face was stern. “Look, she’s nearly eighty-five and I’m not sure how many more opportunities the two of you will have to spend time with her.” Mama Walker was Gavin’s great-grandmother. She lived alone on the outskirts of Albany, New York, in the town of Gum Springs. To a twelve-year-old boy from Southern California, Gum Springs was on the far side of the moon. Gavin didn’t know Mama Walker very well. “But she’s crazy, Dad,” he said. “You said so yourself.” Mr. Walker’s brow wrinkled. “I don’t think she’s crazy. She’s lonely since Papa went away and…” He went on, but Gavin stopped listening. He crossed his arms and sulked. He wanted to protest, but he already knew his father wasn’t going to give in. He focused on something else he’d heard. “What do you mean by the two of you?” Mr. Walker smiled and hesitated. “Well,” he said, “that’s the rest of the story. I want you and your sister to spend the summer together with Mama Walker.” Gavin rolled his eyes. Naomi was his half-sister who lived in Florida with her mother. The two siblings were forced to tolerate each other over summer vacations and an occasional holiday break. She was older than Gavin by three years and reminded him of it every chance she could. “What about football camp?” He was playing dirty now. “Already took care of it,” Mr. Walker said, and Gavin’s smile disappeared. “First day of camp is at the end of August, and it just so happens that you’ll get back with plenty of time.” “You already bought the ticket?” Gavin asked as his voice filled with dread. “Yep,” Mr. Walker said, “school’s out next Friday, and you and I fly out on Saturday.” “You’re coming?” “I’m flying with you. We’ll meet Naomi in Albany then I’m going to stay a few days and fly back.” “Very brave of you,” Gavin said. Mr. Walker got up, came around the table, and took a seat next to his son. He put his hand on Gavin’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “I know I’m asking a lot, but come on, Gavin, do this for me,” he said. “Your mother and I have talked about this for a while. Mama Walker has been distant from the family for a long time. This will be good for her and good for the both of you kids too.” He let go and stood up. “You know, you might even have a good time.” Gavin doubted that very much. ♦ Destin, Florida is a popular vacation destination. It’s known for white, sandy beaches, and clear, blue water. That beauty is a part of life for the people who live in Destin and across the bridge in the city of Fort Walton Beach. Naomi Walker happened to be one of those lucky people. She sat on the school bus staring out at the clear, blue water counting down the days until summer. The ninth grade was particularly difficult for Naomi. She calculated she’d spent more days grounded during this year than all of the years before it combined. She wasn’t a bad student, quite the opposite, she enjoyed most of her classes. She’d always had an interest in science and history, but this year she spent more time interested in gossip and boys than any academic pursuit. Naomi’s mother was forgiving for the most part. She and her step-father were willing to give Naomi some slack as she dealt with becoming a young woman. Her father was a different story altogether. Naomi knew her father lived in California, but sometimes she thought he was somewhere closer to Mars. Her parents divorced when she was young, but Mr. Walker did everything in his power to keep a close relationship. Naomi cherished that bond as a little girl; however, her needs had changed over the past few years. In a short time she’d be shipped off to California while all her friends would be having the time of their lives. She decided looking at the beach was only making matters worse and spun around to stare at the back of the seat in front of her. Chloe, her little sister, sat next to her. All of Chloe’s attention was focused on the screen of a hot pink, handheld game. Naomi pulled the game from her hand for no good reason, and the two fought over it for the rest of the ride home. The walk from the bus stop to the front door felt longer than usual. Naomi passed the time by snatching her hand away from Chloe as the little girl tried to hold on. At fifteen, Naomi was at a peculiar crossroads in her life where adulthood and individualism was a goal and childhood just plain stunk. To Chloe, only seven, holding hands was still all the rage. “Mom, we’re home.” Naomi threw her backpack on the sofa and walked to the kitchen with Chloe close on her heels. “What about peanut butter?” Chloe asked. “What about no,” Naomi said. Chloe stuck her tongue out. “Fine then,” she said, “I’ll make one myself.” The little girl pulled a chair in from the dining room as Naomi poked through the cabinets and settled on a half-finished bag of chips. Naomi slumped down on the couch, leaving Chloe to make a mess in the kitchen. She began a never-ending search for something to watch on TV with the chips in her lap and the television remote secured. The sliding door in the rear of the house opened and closed, announcing their mother’s arrival. “We’re home, Mom,” she said. “Just finishing up the laundry.” Naomi was convinced her mother did the laundry for the entire block. “What in the world?” Naomi grinned. She knew her mom’s outburst had something to do with the mess Chloe was making in the kitchen. A moment later her mother made it into the living room. Her hair was frazzled and her eyes were focused in a disapproving glare. “What?” Naomi asked. “You could have helped her.” “She’s not a baby, you know.” Her mother sat down on the love seat. “I want you to turn that off, Naomi. We need to talk about something.” Naomi didn’t like the tone her mother took. This was the tone she used when delivering bad news. It was that very same tone she’d used to tell her and Chloe their beloved cat, Tinker, was in heaven. Naomi eyed her mother closely as she hit the mute button on the remote control. “Your father and I have had a long talk about your summer vacation,” her mother said. Naomi pulled a handful of chips out of the bag and ate through them in an unnecessarily loud manner. “And…” her mother’s voice rose to match the chip-chomping, “I believe we’ve come to an agreement.” “I can stay here for the summer?” Naomi asked. “No.” Naomi sank back into the couch. “Your father wants you and Gavin to spend the summer together.” “What’s so different about that?” Naomi asked. “I have to put up with him every summer.” “Yes, but—” Her mother was interrupted by a ring. She pulled the phone out of her back pocket, looked at the number, and smiled. “I’ll let him explain.” Naomi took the phone from her mother and answered it. She recognized her father’s voice at once. “Hey, Dad.” She saw her mother smiling and noted it was the smile you give when you feel sorry for something. Naomi’s face scrunched as Mr. Walker explained what awaited her on summer vacation. “But,” she cut in. Mr. Walker pushed on. “Mama Walker?” Mr. Walker continued to talk. “But, Dad…” Her father didn’t let up. Naomi popped up off the couch. “But, Dad, that old lady’s crazy.” Want more? Download a sample chapter book available for THE LAST SHADOW GATE containing the first 8 chapters HERE! About the Author Michael W. Garza often finds himself wondering where his inspiration will come from next and in what form his imagination will bring it to life. The outcomes regularly surprise him and it’s always his ambition to amaze those curious enough to follow him and take in those results. He hopes everyone will find something that frightens, surprises, or simply astonishes them. Author Links: Website ¦ Goodreads ¦ Twitter ¦ Facebook ¦ Amazon Cover Reveal Organised by:

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