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It was also a practical means. Once he arrived and mounted the pyre, a crucifix was held up to his face. According to a witness, he turned away angrily. He could not speak; he had been gagged with a leather bridle. Or, some say, an iron spike had been driven through his tongue. He was tied to the stake, and the pyre was lit. When it had burned out, his remains were dumped into the Tiber. That is the question that her book, the first full-scale biography of Bruno in English, tries, with difficulty, to answer.

Bruno was born in Nola, a small city east of Naples, in His father was a mercenary in the service of the Spanish crown, which had ruled Naples since the beginning of the century. According to Rowland, he was a lonely, bookish boy. At the age of fourteen, he was sent to Naples to be educated—a move that apparently left a permanent mark on his mind. It may also have been the source of what would later be his governing image of the universe: fullness, infinitude.

At seventeen, he entered the Dominican monastery of San Domenico Maggiore, in Naples, a learned institution staffed with sons of the nobility. But this rich monastery was useful to Bruno.

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There, Rowland writes, he learned to move among the ruling class. He also acquired intellectual rigor. San Domenico was a conservative institution. It taught Scholastic philosophy—the world of Aristotle, revived and Catholicized by St. Thomas Aquinas and other scholars of the Middle Ages—as if no other philosophies existed.

They did exist. From the early Renaissance onward, that world picture—limited, tidy, and comforting—had been challenged by a rebirth of the ideas of Plato, who had a very different slant on things: visionary, poetic. She gives this a lot of space. She sees Neoplatonism as his beacon, but she is glad for him that, before he stuck his head up among the stars, his feet had been planted on the ground by Aristotle and Aquinas.

That dichotomy becomes the basis of her portrait of Bruno. He had three personalities, she says. One was Scholastic—strict, system-building. He became a priest at the age of twenty-four and received the equivalent of a doctorate in theology three years later. He was apparently a brilliant student and also, now and then, an exasperated one. Upon moving into his cell at the monastery, he disposed of the holy art—pictures of the Madonna, St. Catherine of Siena, a pious bishop—that decorated its walls. Another time, in a discussion with an older priest, he defended the logic not the substance of an argument made by the fourth-century priest Arius that Christ was not fully divine—the so-called Arian heresy.

Even at the height of the Counter-Reformation, which this was, such offenses, distributed over ten years in the monastery, seem trifling. They sound like notations from the F. Nevertheless, Bruno, at around the age of twenty-seven, was informed that he was being investigated by the Inquisition. Was someone trying to get rid of him? Why the latrine search, an unpleasant task in the sixteenth century? Was he trying to get out of the priesthood? Why annotate the Erasmus? Why not just read it? To the Church authorities, that was as good as a confession; they defrocked and excommunicated him in absentia.

To Bruno, apparently, it was a liberation, and he became the man we know, or think we know: the freethinker, the heretic, the man who would be burned. Wherever he went, he looked for a job teaching philosophy, and in some places he got one. In Paris, he gave a series of thirty lectures on logic and metaphysics. Elsewhere, he had less luck. At Oxford, when he gave a tryout presentation, the audience laughed at his accent and his Neapolitan way of talking with his hands.

He hated the English ever after. During his stay in Geneva, he published a broadsheet listing twenty mistakes that a highly placed professor had made in a single lecture. He was sued for slander and had to leave town in a hurry. By about the age of twenty-eight, he was publishing as well as teaching. In his lifetime, he produced some thirty works—treatises, pamphlets, dialogues, poems, even a play.

Some of these writings were in Latin, the language of his schooling; accordingly, they were rigorous, systematic, Scholastic. Either way, they advanced the concept of the universe that he said he had begun developing soon after his departure from Italy. In this system, there were three main ideas.

One was heliocentrism, the notion that the sun, not the Earth, was the center of the universe. Following the trail of this adventurous American, Cendrars amassed such a wealth of material that he was swamped by it. In the course of his travels, searching for rare documents and buying up rare books relating to John Paul Jones' myriad adventures, Cendrars confessed that he had spent more than tenfold the amount given him by the publishers in advance royalties. The first person to whom I ventured to read aloud was my grand- father.

Not that he encouraged it! I can still hear him saying to my mother that she would regret putting all those books in my hands. He was right. My mother did regret it bitterly, later. It was my own mother, incidentally, whom I can scarcely recall ever seeing with a book in her hand, who told me one day when I was reading The Fifteen Decisive Battles of the World that she had read that book years ago herself— in the toilet. I was flabbergasted. Not that she had admitted to reading in the toilet, but that it should have been that book, of all books, which she had read there.

Reading aloud to my boyhood friends, particularly to Joey and Tony, my earhest friends, was an eye-opener for me. I discovered early in hfe what some discover only much later, to their disgust and chagrin, namely, that reading aloud to people can put them to sleep.

Either my voice was monotonous, either I read poorly, or the books I chose were the wrong sort. Inevitably my audience went to sleep on me. Which did not discourage me, incidentally, from continuing the practice. Nor did these experiences alter the opinion I had of my little friends. No, I came quietly to the conclusion that books were not for everyone. I still hold to that view. The last thing on earth I would counsel is to make everyone learn to read. If I had my way, I would first see to it that a boy learned to be a carpenter, a builder, a gardener, a hunter, a fisherman.

The practical things first, by all means, then the luxuries. And books are luxuries. Of course I expect the normal youngster to dance and sing from infancy. And to play games. I would abet these tendencies with might and main. But the reading of books can wait. To play games. Ah, there is a chapter of life in a category all by itself I mean, primarily, out-of-door games — the games which poor children play in the streets of a big city. I pass up the temptation to expand on this subject lest I write another, very different, kind of book! However, boyhood is a subject I never tire of Neither the remembrance of the wild and glorious games we played by day and night in the streets, nor the characters with whom I hobnobbed and whom I sometimes deified, as boys are prone to do.

Time and again, in my writings, I have made mention of the amazing acumen we displayed in discussing the fundamental problems of Hfe. Subjects such as sin, evil, reincarnation, good government, ethics and morality, the nature of the deity, Utopia, life on other planets — these were food and drink to us. My real education was begun in the street, in empty lots on cold November days, or on street comers at night, frequently with out skates on. Naturally, one of the things we were forever discussing was books, the books we were then reading and which we were not even sup- posed to know about.

It sounds extravagont to say so, I know, but it docs seem to me that only the great interpreters of Uterature can rival the boy in the street when it comes to extracting the flavor and essence of a book. In my humble opinion, the boy is much nearer to understanding Jesus than the priest, much closer to Plato, in his views on government, than the political figures of this world.

During this golden period of boyhood there was suddenly injected into my world of books a whole Hbrary, housed in a beautiful walnut bookcase with glass doors and movable shelves, of boys' books. They were from the collection of an Englishman, Isaac Walker, my father's predecessor, who had the distinction of being one of the first merchant tailors of New York. As I review them now in my mind, these books were all handsomely bound, the titles embossed usually in gold, as were the cover designs.

The paper was thick and glossy, the type bold and clear. In short, these books were de luxe in every respect. Indeed, so elegantly forbidding was their appearance, that it took some time before I dared tackle them. What I am about to relate is a curious thing. It has to do with my deep and mysterious aversion for everything English. I beUeve I am telling the truth when I say that the cause of this antipathy is deeply connected with the reading of Isaac Walker's Httle Hbrary.

How profound was my disgust, on becoming acquainted with the contents of these books, may be judged by the fact that I have completely forgotten the titles. Just one lingers in my memory, and even this one I am not positive is correct : A Country Squire. The rest is a blank. The nature of my reaction I can put in a few words. For the first time in my life I sensed the meaning of melancholy and morbid- ity. All these elegant books seemed wrapped in a veil of thick fog.

Not one ray of light issued from these musty tomes. It was the primordial slime, on all levels. Senseless and irrational though it be, this picture of England and the EngHsh lasted well into middle life, until, to be honest, I visited England and had the opportunity of meeting EngHshmen on their own native heath. When I came to Dickens, these first impressions were, of course, corroborated and strengthened.

His books were sombre, terrifying in parts, and usually boring. Of them all, David Copperfield stands out as the most enjoyable, the most nearly human, according to my conception then of the word. Fortunately, there was one book which had been given me by a good aunt,f which served as a corrective to this morose view of England and the English people. I remember distinctly the pleasure this book gave me. There were, to be sure, the Henty books, which I was also read- ing, or had readjust a Httle earHer, and from which I gained a wholly different notion of the English world.

Sombre, tragic, full of mishaps and accidental or coincidental misfortunes, Hardy's books caused me once again to adjust my " human " picture of the world. In the end I was obhged to pass judgment on Hardy. For all the air of realism which permeated his books, I had to admit to myself that they were not " true to life. But this is a book by an Irishman, and an unusual one it is.

At any rate, Claude Houghton has done more than any Englishman, with the exception of W. I have by now read the majority of his works. Whether the performance is good or bad, Claude Houghton's books captivate me. Many Americans know I Am Jonathan Scrivener, which would have made a wonderfiil movie, as would some of his others. It is called Hudson Rejoins the Herd. In a lengthy letter to the author I explained why this seemed to be so. The outer circumstances were " disguised," but the inner ones were hallucinatingly real.

I could not have done better myself For a time I thought that Claude Houghton had in some mysterious way gained access to these facts and events in my life. In the course of our correspondence, however, I soon discovered that all his works are imaginative. Perhaps the reader will be surprised to learn that I should think such a coincidence " mysterious.

Of course. But still I am impressed. Those who think they know me intimately should have a look at this book. And now, for no reason, unless it be the afterglow of boyhood reminiscences, there leaps to mind the name of Rider Haggard. There was a writer who had me in his thrall! The contents of his books are vague and fuzzy. This adolescent period over, it becomes increasingly difficult to strike an author capable of producing an effect anywhere near that created by Rider Haggard's works.

For reasons now inscrutable, Trilby came close to doing so. Trilby and Peter Ibbetson are a unique brace of books. That they should have come from a middle-aged illustrator, renowned for his drawings in " Punch," is more than interesting. I can imagine with dread what Henry James would have made of such a subject. Oddly enough, the man who put me on the track of Du Maurier also put into my hands Flaubert's Botiuard et Pecuchet, which I did not open until thirty years later.

He had given this volume and the Sentimental Education to my father in payment of a small debt he owed. My father, of course, was disgusted. With the Sentimental Education goes a queer association. Somewhere Bernard Shaw says that certain books cannot be appreciated, and should therefore not be read, until one is past fifty.

One of those he cited was this famous work of Flaubert. It is another of those books, Hke Tom Jones and Moll Flanders, which I intend one day to read, particularly since I have " come of age. Strange that a book such as Nadja, by Andr6 Breton, should in any way be linked with the emotional experiences engendered in reading Rider Haggard's works.

Each time I read it I go through the same inner turmoil, the same rather terrifyingly deHdous sensation that seizes one, for example, upon finding himself completely disoriented in the pitch blackness of a room with every square inch of which he is thoroughly famiUar. Perhaps the association is not so far-fetched after aU, considering the peculiar sources from which the Surrealists gathered inspiration, nourishment and corroboration.

Nadja is still, to my way of thinking, a unique book. The photos which accompany the text have a value all their own. At any rate, it is one of the few books I have reread several times with no rupture of the original spell. This in itself, I do believe, is sufficient to mark it out. Many is the time I spent whole days at the pubHc Hbrary looking up words or subjects. Here again, to be truthfiil, I must say that tht most wonderfiil days were passed at home, with my boon companion Joe O'Regan.

Bleak, wintry days, when food was scarce and all hope or thought of obtaining employment had vanished. Mingled with the dictionary and encyclopaedia bouts are recollections of other days or nights spent entirely in playing chess or ping pong, or painting water colors which we turned out like monomaniacs. As usual, one word led to another, for what is the dictionary if not the subtlest fonn of " circuit game " masquerading in the guise of a book i With Joe at my side, Joe the eternal sceptic, a discussion ensued which lasted the entire day and night, the search for more and more definitions never slackening.

It was because of Joe O'Regan, who had stimulated me so often to question all that I had blindly accepted, that my first suspicions about the value of the dictionary were aroused. Prior to this moment I had taken the dictionary for granted, much as one does the Bible. But that day, shifting from derivation to derivation, thereby stumbling upon the most amazing changes in meaning, upon contradictions and reversals of earUer meanings, the whole framework of lexico- graphy began to sHther and slide.

In reaching the earUest " origin " of a word I observed that one was up against a stone wall. Surely it was not possible that the words we were looking up had entered human language at the points indicated! To get back only as far as Sanskrit, Hebrew or Icelandic and what wonderful words stem from the Icelandic! History had been pushed back more than ten thousand years, and here were we, stranded at the vestibule, so to speak, of modem times. That so many words of metaphysical and spiritual connotation, freely employed by the Greeks, had lost all significance was in itself some- thing to give us pause.

To be brief, it soon became apparent that the meaning of a word changed or disappeared entirely, or became the very opposite, according to the time, place, culture of the people using the term. The simple truth that life is what we make it, how we see it with our whole being, and not what is given factually, historically, or statistically, appHes to language too. The one who seems least to understand this is the philologist. But let me get on — from dictionary to encyclopaedia. It was only natural, in jumping from meaning to meaning, in observing the uses of the words we were tracking down, that for a ftiller, deeper treatment we must have recourse to the encyclo- paedia.

The defining process, after all, is one of reference and cross-reference. To know what a specific word means one has to know the words which, so to speak, hedge it in.

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And this is probably because the original source is never known. But the encyclopaedia! Ah, there perhaps we would be on firm ground! We would look up subjects, not words. We would discover whence arose these mystifying symbols over which men had fought and bled, tortured and killed one another. But you will never penetrate the mystery! Who, after all, are these pundits entombed in the encyclopaedias i Are they the final authorities? Decidedly not! The final authority must always be oneself. These wizened pundits have "labored in the field," and they have garnered much wisdom. But it is neither divine wisdom nor even the sum of human wisdom on any subject which they offer us.

They have worked Hke ants and beavers, and usually with as Uttle humor and imagination as these humble creatures. One encyclopaedia selects its authorities, another other authorities. Authorities are always a drug on the market. When you have done with them you know a Uttle about the subject of your quest and a great deal more about things of no account. More often than not you end up in despair, doubt and confusion. If you gain at all, it is in the sharper use of the questioning faculty, that faculty which Spengler extols and which he distinguishes as the chief contribution made him by Nietzsche.

To read the encyclopaedia was like taking a drug —one of those drugs of which they say that it has no evil effects, is non habit-forming. Like the sound, stable, sensible Chinese of old, I think the use of opium preferable. If one wishes to relax, to enjoy surcease from care, to stimulate the imagination — and what could be more conducive to mental, moral and spiritual health? Looking back upon my days in the Hbrary — curious that I do not recall my first visit to a Hbrary! Often I read at random, whatever book came to hand.

Sometimes I buried myself in technical works, or in handbooks, or the " curiosa " of Hterature. There was one shelf in the reading room of the New York 42nd Street Hbrary, I recaU, which was packed with mythologies of many countries, many peoples and which I devoured Hke a starved rat. Some- times, impeUed as if by an ardent mission, I burrowed in nomen- clatures alone. There were other times when it seemed imperative — and indeed it was imperative, so deep was my trance — to study the habits of moles or whales, or the thousand and one varieties of ophidians.

Here I must diverge to make mention of those Httle books which one stumbles on accidentaHy and which, so great is their impact, one esteems above whole rows of encyclopaedias and other compendiums of human knowledge. These books, microcosmic in size but monumental in effect, may be Hkened to precious stones hidden in the bowels of the earth. They are almost as Hmited in number and variety as crystals in nature. I will mention two at random which I came upon much later than the period I speak of but which iUustrate my thought.

It is one of the strangest I know of, though the subject, apocatastasis, is one of the perennial themes of religion and philosophy. One of the freakish things connected with this unique and limited edition of the work is the error in spelling made by the printer. At the top of every page, in bold type, it reads : apocastasis. Something even more freakish, however, something which is apt to give the lovers of Blake the cold shivers, is the reproduction of WiUiam Blake's Hfe mask from the National Portrait Gallery, London which is given on page Return to or toward a previous place or condition ; re-establishment ; complete restoration.

The final restoration to holiness and the favor of God of those who died impenitent. The periodic return of a revolving body to the same point in its orbit. Carcopino Paris, : " Apocatastasis is the word which the Chaldeans had already used to describe the return of the planets, on the celestial sphere, to the points symmetrical to their departure.

It is also the word the Greek doctors employed to describe the return of the patient to health. Lawrence with invaluable material for the writing of Apocalypse. Without knowing, Carter has also given me, through his book, the material and inspiration with which I hope one day to write Draco and the Ecliptic. This, the seal or cap- stone to my " autobiographical novels," as they are called, I trust will prove to be a condensed, transparent, alchemical work, thin as a wafer and absolutely air-tight. As a philosophy of Hfe it not only holds its own with the bulkier systems of thought propounded by other great figures of the past but, in my mind, surpasses them in every respect.

It has one element which wholly sets it apart from other philosophies of hfe — humor. Aside from the celebrated follower of Lao-tse who comes a few centuries later, we do not meet with humor in these lofty regions again until we come to Rabelais. Rabelais, being a physician as well as a philosopher and imaginative writer, makes humor appear what in truth it is : the great emancipator. But beside the suave, sage, spiritual iconoclast of old China, Rabelais seems Hke an uncouth Crusader.

The Sermon on the Mount is perhaps the only short piece of writing which can be compared with Lao-tse's miniature gospel of wisdom and health. It may be a more spiritual message than Lao-tse's, but I doubt that it contains greater wisdom. It is, of course, utterly devoid of humor. Two Httle books of pure hterature, which belong in a category all their own, to my way of thinking, are Balzac's Seraphita and Hermann Hesse's Siddhartha. Seraphita I first read in French, at a period when my French was none too good. The man who put the book in my hands employed that artful strategy I spoke of earHer : he said almost nothing about the book except that it was a book for me.

Coming from him, this was incentive enough. It was indeed a book " for me. I have since, if I may put it thus, " experimented " with it by handing it to people who were not ready to read it. I learned a great deal from these experiments. Seraphita is one of those books, and they are rare indeed, which make their way unaided. Propaganda can do nothing to make it more widely read. Indeed, its virtue Hes in this, that never at any time will it be effectively read except by a chosen few.

It is true that in the beginning of its career it had a wide vogue. Are we not all famiHar with the exclamation of that young Viennese student who, accosting Balzac in the street, begged permission to kiss the hand that wrote Seraphita? Vogues, however, soon die out, and it is fortimate they do, because only then does a book begin its real journey on the road to immortaHty. It was a book I had to read at any cost because, so I was told, it was the fruit of Hesse's visit to India.

Suddenly I found myself with two copies of it, in German, one sent me by my translator, Kurt Wagenseil, the other sent by the wife of George Dibbem, author of Quest. I had hardly finished reading the original version when my friend Pierre Laleure, a bookseller in Paris, sent me several copies of the Grasset edition.

I immediately reread the book in that language, discovering to my delight that I had missed nothing of the flavor or substance of the book because of my very rusty know- ledge of German. Often since I have remarked to friends, and there is truth in the exaggeration, that had Siddhartha been obtainable only in Turkish, Finnish or Hungarian, I would have read and understood it just the same, though I know not a word of any of these outlandish tongues.

It is not quite accurate to say that I conceived an overwhelming desire to read this book because Hermann Hesse had been to India. It was the word Siddhartha, an epithet which I had always associated with the Buddha, that whetted my appetite. The Prince of Enlightenment! Somehow, that appella- tion never seemed to fit Jesus. A man of sorrow — that was more my conception of the gentle Jesus. The word enHghtenment struck a responsive chord in me ; it seemed to bum out those other words associated, rightly or wrongly, with the founder of Christianity.

I mean words such as sin, guilt, redemption, and so on. To this day I still prefer the guru to a Christian saint or the best of the twelve disciples. About the guru there is, and always will be, this aura, so precious to me, of " enlightenment. I shall therefore content myself with quoting — for the benefit of those who know how to read between the lines — a few words Ufted from an autobiographical sketch by Hermann Hesse in the September, , issue of Horizon, London. Neither my writings nor my paintings do in actual fact conform to reaHty, and when I compose I often forget all the things that an educated reader demands of a good book — and above all I am lacking in a true respect for reality.

I see that inadvertently I have touched on one of the vices or weaknesses of the too passionate reader. Lao-tse says that " when a man with a taste for reforming the world takes the business in hand, it is easily seen that there will be no end to it. I have spoken of my letter- writing mania. I have told how I sit down, after closing a good book, and inform all and sundry about it. Admirable, you think? But it is also sheer folly and waste of time.

The very men I seek to interest — critics, editors, pubHshers — are the ones least affected by my enthusiastic howls. I have come to beheve, in fact, that my recommendation is alone sufficient to cause editors and publishers to lose interest in a book. Any book which I sponsor, or for which I vmte a preface or review, seems to be doomed. As best I can put it, this unwritten law runs thus : " Do not tamper with the destiny of another, even if that other be nothing but a book. It is, sadly enough, the fact that I identify myself with the poor author whom I am trying to aid.

Some of these authors, to reveal a ridiculous aspect of the situation, have been dead a long time. They are aiding me, not I them! Of course I always put it to myself this way : " What a pity that so-and-so or so-and-so has not read this book! What joy it would give him! What sustenance! This book, I am told, is selling Uke hot cakes. However, I take no credit for this ; it would have sold as well without my preface. Concerning two writers particularly, I have penned the most ardent, urgent letters imagin- able. A schoolboy could not have been more enthusiastic and naive than I.

In writing one of these letters, I recall, I actually shed tears. It was addressed to the editor of a well-known pocket book edition. Do you suppose this individual was moved by my unrestrained emotion? It took him just about six months to answer, in that matter of fact, cold-blooded, hypocritical fashion which editors often employ, that " they " always the dark hones had come to the conclusion, with deep regret the same old song , that my man was unsuitable for their list.

Gratuitously they cited the excellent sales enjoyed by Homer long dead and William Faulkner, whom they had chosen to publish. Fantastic as it may sound, it is nevertheless the truth. It is exaaly how editors think. However, this vice of mine, as I see it, is a harmless one compared with those of poHtical fanatics, miUtary humbugs, vice crusaders and other detestable types.

In broadcasting to the world my admiration and affection, my gratitude and reverence, for two Uving French writers — Blaise Cendrars and Jean Giono — I fail to see that I am doing any serious harm. Perhaps my extravagant statements do contain an element of insensitivity. But then I was never what is called " discreet " or " deUcate. And so, i l am guilty, I beg pardon in advance of my friends Giono and Cendrars. But I will not hold back my words.

The course of the previous pages, the course of my whole hfe, indeed, leads me to this declaration of love and adoration. I had just a few minutes before catching the train for Rocamadour and I was having a last drink on the terrasse of my hotel near the Porte d'Orleans when Cendrars hove in sight.

Nothing could have given me greater joy than this unexpected last-minute encounter. In a few words I told him of my intention to visit Greece. Then I sat back and drank in the music of his sonorous voice which to me always seemed to come from a sea organ. In those last few minutes Cendrars managed to convey a world of information, and with the same warmth and tenderness which he exudes in his books. Like the very ground under our feet, his thoughts were honeycombed with all manner of subterranean passages. I left him sitting there in shirt-sleeves, never dreaming that years would elapse before hearing from him again, never dreaming that I was perhaps taking my last look at Paris.

I had read whatever was translated of Cendrars before arriving in France, That is to say, almost nothing. My first taste of him in his own language came at a time when my French was none too proficient. I began with Moravagine, a book by no means easy to read for one who knows Httle French. I read it slowly, with a dictionary by my side, shifting from one cafe to another. I remember well the day. Should Cendrars ever read these lines he may be pleased, touched perhaps, to know that it was in that dingy hole I first opened his book.

Moravagine was probably the second or third book which I had attempted to read in French. Only the other day, after a lapse of about eighteen years, I reread it. And I had thought my French was null! Here is one of the passages I remember as clearly as the day I first read it. It begins at the top of page 77 Editions Grasset, I tell you of things that brought some reUef at the start. There was also the water, gurgling at intervals, in the water-closet pipes.

A boundless despair possessed me. I cite them not to brag of my powers of memory but to reveal an aspect of Cendrars which his English and American readers probably do not suspect the existence of 1. I, the freest man that exists, recognise that there is always something that binds one : that Hberty, indepen- dence do not exist, and I am full of contempt for, and at the same time take pleasure in, my helplessness.

More and more I reaHse that I have always led the contemplative life. I am a sort of Brahmin in reverse, meditating on himself amid the hurly-burly, who, with all his strength, disciplines himself and scorns existence. Or the boxer with his shadow, who, furiously, calmly, punching at emptiness, watches his form.

They are memorable ones and thoroughly the author's own. Long before I attempted to make Cendrars better known to the American pubHc and to the world at large, I may well add , John Dos Passos had translated and illustrated with water colors Panama, or the adventures of my seven uncles. An evolved man, truly. Certainly an evolved writer. And this individual who has led a super-dimensional Ufe is also a bookworm.

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The most gregarious of men and yet a soUtary. The logic of life. Life always with a capital L. That's Cendrars. The itinerary of his wanderings is more difficult to follow than Marco Polo's, whose trajectory, incidentally, he seems to have crossed and recrossed a number of times. One of the reasons for the great fascination he exerts over me is the resem- blance between his voyages and adventures and those which I associate in memory with Sinbad the Sailor or Aladdin of the Wonderful Lamp.

The amazing experiences which he attributes to the characters in his books, and which often as not he has shared, have all the qualities of legend as well as the authenticity of legend. Worshipping Ufe and the truth of life, he comes closer than any author of our time to revealing the common source of word and deed.

He restores to contemporary life the elements of the heroic, the imaginative and the fabulous. One must read his early life especially to appreciate the truth of this statement. He has consorted with all types, including bandits, murderers, revolutionaries and other varieties of fanatic. He has tried out no less than thirty-six metiers, according to his own words, but, like Balzac, gives the impression of knowing every metier.

But read his Hfe! There is more in it than meets the eye. Yes, he is an explorer and investigator of the ways and doings of men. And he has made himself such by planting himself in the midst of life, by taking up his lot with his fellow creatures. What a superb, painstaking reporter he is, this man who would scorn the thought of being called " a student of Hfe. Which is why, no doubt, his own story is always interwoven with the other man's. To be sure, he possesses the art of distillation, but what he is vitally interested in is the alchemical nature of all relationships.

This eternal quest of the trans- mutative enables him to reveal men to themselves and to the world ; it causes him to extol men's virtues, to reconcile us to their faults and weaknesses, to increase our knowledge and respect for what is essentially human, to deepen our love and imderstanding of the world. An innovator and initiator, ever the first to give testimony, he has made known to us the real pioneers, the real adventurers, the real discoverers among our contemporaries. More than any writer I can think of he has made dear to us " le bel aujourd'hui.

He has told us in one of his recent books how the Germans les Boches! Thank God, his memory is aHve and functions Hke a faithful machine. It is a sort of secret collaboration between Cendrars and the innermost being of Al Jennings. At the time of writing it, Cendrars had not yet met Jennings nor even corresponded with him. This is another book, I must say in passing, which our pocket book editors have overlooked. There is a fortune in it, unless I am all wet, and it would be comforting to think that part of this fortune should fmd its way into Al Jennings' pocket.

One of the most fascinating aspects of Cendrars' temperament is his abihty and readiness to collaborate with a fellow artist. What an opportunity! To him we owe an edition of Le5 Chants de Maldoror, the first to appear since the original private pubhcation by the author in In everything an innovator, always meticulous, scrupulous and exacting in his demands, whatever issued from the hands of Cendrars at La Sirene is now a valuable collector's item.

Hand in hand with this capability for collaboration goes another quaHty — the abiUty, or grace, to make the first over- tures. I speak with justifiable warmth here. No writer ever paid me a more signal honor than dear Blaise Cendrars who, shortly after the pubHcation of Tropic of Cancer, knocked at my door one day to extend the hand of firiendship. Nor can I forget that first tender, eloquent review of the book which appeared under his signature in Orbes shortly there- after.

Or perhaps it was before he appeared at the studio in the Villa Seurat. There were times when reading Cendrars — and this is something which happens to me rarely — that I put the book down in order to wring my hands with joy or despair, with anguish or with despera- tion. Cendrars has stopped me in my tracks again and again, just as implacably as a gunman pressing a rod against one's spine.

Oh, yes, I am often carried away by exaltation in reading a man's work. But I am alluding now to something other than exaltation. I am talking of a sensation in which all one's emotions are blended and confused. I am talking of knockout blows. Cendrars has knocked me cold. Not once, but a number of times. And I am not exactly a ham, when it comes to taking it on the chin! Yes, mon cher Cendrars, you not only stopped me, you stopped the clock. It has taken me days, weeks, sometimes months, to recover from these bouts with you. Even years later, I can put my hand to the spot where I caught the blow and feel the old smart.

You battered and bruised me ; you left me scarred, dazed, punch-drunk. The curious thing is that the better I know you— through your books— the more susceptible I become. It is as if you had put the Indian sign on me. I come forward with chin outstretched — " to take it. And it is because I beHeve I am not unique in this, because I wish others to enjoy this uncommon experience, that I continue to put in my Httle word for you whenever, wherever, I can.

I incautiously said : "the better I know you. No matter how thoroughly you reveal yourself I shall never get to the bottom of you. I doubt that anyone ever will, and it is not vanity which prompts me to put it this way. You are as inscrutable as a Buddha. You inspire, you reveal, but you never give yourself wholly away. Not that you withhold yourself! Indeed, you are one of the few men I know who, in their books as well as in person, give that " extra measure " which means everything to us.

You give all that can be given. It is not your fault that the very core of you forbids scrutiny. It is the law of your being.

No doubt there are men less inquisitive, less grasping, less clutching, for whom these remarks are meaningless. But you have so refined our sensitivity, so heightened our awareness, so deepened our love for men and women, for books, for nature, for a thousand and one things of life which only one of your own unending paragraphs could catalogue, that you awaken in us the desire to turn you inside out.

When I read you or talk to you I am always aware of your inexhaustible awareness : you are not just sitting in a chair in a room in a city in a country, telling us what is on your mind or in your mind, you make the chair talk and the room vibrate with the tumult of the dty whose Hfe is sustained by the invisible outer throng of a whole nation whose history has become your history, whose life is your life and yours theirs, and as you talk or write all these elements, images, facts, creations enter into your thoughts and feelings, forming a web which the spider in you ceaselessly spins and which spreads in us, your listeners, until the whole of creation is involved, and we, you, them, it, everything, have lost identity and found new meaning, new life.

Before proceeding further, there are two books on Cendrars which I would like to recommend to all who are interested in knowing more about the man. Both are entitled Blaise Cendrars. Those who do not read French may glean a surprising knowledge of this enigmatic individual from the photographs alone. Our author grew up in a small town Frank Danza is an ordinary business executive. As he approached his fiftieth birthday, he lived what many might consider a "charmed" life: great career, happy marriage, two beautiful and talented daughters, and hopes for an early retirement.

In the blink of an eye, that life was challenged with an unexpected diagnosis of a rare and deadly cancer. Over the course of his career, adulthood, and parenthood, Dr. Schell began to question the many things in his life. What is the purpose? What are we supposed to be doing? What is the true path to health for my patients and for myself? What is death and what does it mean? Does being a Christian imply that we just g Drake is a dragon like most other dragons. He enjoys breathing fire and spending time with friends, but things get out of control one day with a very big fire, which scares Drake away from using his talent.

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It tenderly lays out the heart of God for His precious children. Dear Child, Listen Close covers creation, the importance of reading the Bible, how to properly pray, how not to be tempted by the world, being obedient, the significance of the death and resurrection of Jesus, sp In this book is the answer Priscilla's book, Returning to Intimacy to Rebuild and Restore Hearts to Christ, is about how she got so caught up in works for God that she forgot how to spend that intimate time that He so desired with her.

Holy Spirit took her through a time of spiritual training and rest to humble herself as a child, at the master's feet. This meant putting all else aside and allowing Holy Spirit to teach her Tom the turkey travels worldwide every year to escape from becoming Thanksgiving dinner. Can he do it again? You have to read the book This is not a story. It's not fiction. It is a true happening. It is my testimony.

This covers several years of my life. The main items tell about when Jesus took me home to be with Him for a while. He taught me many things so I could share with others, and so they could learn important issues Christ wants them to know. It will tell you many things that Christ let me see in heaven while I was with Mind, Heart, and Sole draws an analogy between running and traversing the road of life; it highlights the various circumstances and obstacles you will encounter on your journey through life. We like to remember the Middle Ages as a magical time of knights in shining armor, fair damsels in distress, and heroic quests to worlds unknown.

Death was everywhere in the s. Because lives were short and unpredictable, people clung to the hope of eternal life. The Lord put it on my heart to write these studies to help edify and encourage all those who would read it 1 Thessalonians Each week God would whisper to my heart and give me just a title of t No Matter What is based on a true story about life, love, and faith. Collette, a farm wife, is faced with the most devastating news of her life when her husband Merl is diagnosed with cancer.

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Although there are many important subjects in the Bible, in this book, we have chosen to highlight some that we consider to be very important. We are all lost and found at some point in our lives. In this first book, Boo Bear gets lost in the park and tries to find his way home. He ends up getting into some sticky situations and meeting a few unexpected park creatures, even a new friend! Although he may seem down on his luck, God has a beautiful and creative plan for Boo Bear's life. What do you think it is? Find healing from betrayals, traumas and transgressions.

This study has been a powerful resource in sharing my story and laying down my burden and healing. Yellowstone National Park is a place of wonderment. From geysers, like Old Faithful to the Artist's Paint Pots of boiling, bubbling mud, there is nowhere else on earth like it. Animals abound such as bison, deer, elk, bears, and wolves in Hayden and La Mar Valleys. Hiking, horseback riding, and exploring are favorite pastimes. Untold adventure awaits the four cousins in Yellowstone! Are you sick and tired of being sick and tired? That was the question that was posed to me when I began my journey of transformation.

We all experience pain in one way or another. Pain comes in the form of betrayal, loss, abuse, and so much more. In order to transform our lives, we need to fight the demons inside of ourselves. Satan whispers in our thoughts, telling us all our faults in order to k This book of poetry exists to inspire faith and hope in the power of God and the love of Jesus Christ. It is one man's testimony of the unfailing commitment that is given to each and every person, no matter their circumstance or history.

There is a story of tragedy and how a family chose to respond to it with acts of love and kindness to those in need. It is filled with love and commitment to duty In a world full of good and evil, right and wrong, the powerful and the weak comes a tale of a struggle as old as time itself. Full of high adventure, love, and intrigue, it will be sure to grip you and never let go. For the past two years, their world has changed for the worst. However, nobody knew what darkness was about to come upon them.

The order of Malaki was betrayed and the Dark Ki People get excited discussing bucket lists. It's fun to plan out-of-the-ordinary events or travels. Obviously, a bucket list contains special things we'd like to accomplish before we are gone. Hence the term "bucket list" because we want to do this or that before we kick the bucket. That's okay, but how often do we think about something we'd like to do to please the Lord before we're gone? Nineteen years after he was charged with murder, Giovanni continues to fight with the courts to prove his innocence.

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Having a soul mate and being loved would make it all complete. In the sixties, I found myself in a homosexual lifestyle. I was happy; I was loved and loved back. Along with my partner, I filled my life with things we enjoyed, like softball, bowling, camping, and being outdoors. These things all brought a degree of happiness, but there was no pe Life Quotes by Bethran contains ninety personal quotes from Bethran Akpuchukwu, which address many topics or issues of life that one may be dealing with.

If you approach this book with an open mind and heart, then this book could literally change your life forever Have you ever wanted to do in-depth studies on the truth in God's Word, but you didn't know where to start? Or are you a new Christian who is looking for a solid foundation into the fundamentals of Christianity and even learn about some of the more controversial and difficult topics?

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Sara had it all, yet she always felt as if something was If you are trying to figure out what this Christian journey is all about, you need to read this book. This book starts with Genesis and ends with Revelation giving you a clear understanding of your Christian walk. In this book, you will read about the greatest love story ever told which is the love God has for us.

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It consists of telling the Christian the things that he or she should be doing and the things that he or she should not be doing, sometimes accompanied with relatively meaningless ways of doing or not doing these things. The second way to teach the Bible is to teach it by revea Four children and their families are anxious as they anticipate a visit from St. Little do they know, he too is experiencing his own excitement and wonders of his own abilities The favor of God is a beautiful thing!

It is written in the. Revelation: Written in Layman's Terms, Volume 2, covers chapters 20 to 22, along with the continuation of the Tribulation Period in detail. It also contains the chronology of the Second Coming of Christ, the battle of Armageddon, the one-thousand-year millennium, and finally, eternity the ages to come! Life for me began at age forty, when I became a believer in Jesus.

I had been "churched" as a child, but with little understanding of how the Old and New Testaments fit together, let alone how God connected to me. But on January 22, , my husband and I walked into a new church. When the pastor, Ron Mehl, said, "My words mean nothing unless the Holy Spirit is here and runs you through wi In Appalachia, the mountains seems to be a place where you can sense the presence of God.

In the Bible, it says many times that Jesus went up to the mountain to pray. The people that are raised in that area seem to have a desire to serve the Lord. Our life is a battle between God and Satan for our souls. It's a fight between our flesh, which is the mind, and the spirit, which is our soul. Peace, Beauty and Joy: Come to the Paradise! Shining and beautiful, he reaches out to us in dreams and visions.

He gives us words, images, instructions, and adventures on a need-to-know basis. His greatest desire is that we know him and his fathomless love for us. Through the years as a pastor's wife and teacher, Marjorie has written lessons for Bible studies, the classroom, and speaking engagements. This is her first attempt to write a summary like this one. There are many people who either don't have the time or don't take the time to learn more about their Bibles.

This summary is designed to give the reader a condensed knowledge of each book of th Having lost his parents at an early age, the young bird Jerry finds himself the odd man out at a small pond. Looking for purpose and at his lowest, he meets a red bird who reveals that there's more to him than he even knew.

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This book is for every woman who has felt that getting married over a certain age is hopeless. The truth is that for every one of you, there is another woman out there who has done it! This book was written to give hope to the many women I have met through daily life and travels. So many women were asking me questions about my personal story of getting married after the age of fifty. It actually s On December 30, , declaration of highly disputed presidential election results triggered widespread violence across Kenya.

The height of the violence was on January 1, when attackers who were unleashing murderers' violence on supporters of the presidential candidate who had just been declared winner meticulously planned and torched down Kenya Assemblies of God church full of women, childr On the open road is a wonderful place to learn and enjoy the great outdoors. The awe-inspiring sight of all the domestic and wild animals is an incredible experience. God has created a planet that is sometimes beyond our expectations Seen as a modern-day guide to life and faith, Unscripted is about the journey one takes to self-discovery.

Written through the eyes of author, Asaya A. Azah, this book is a collection of writings, covering topics such as the art of saying goodbye, the truth behind sex, and facing the difficult reality of faith burnout. This collection will not only answer questions few dare to ask, but it w Would you hike through a scary, creepy spider patch for a friend? This is the story of "A Rock and a Hard Place.

The school bells are ringing and all the kids in Mrs. Bagby's class are cheering, "Hooray! Let the summer fun begin! Sista Me is thrilled because her favorite cousin, Joshy, will be visiting from Jamaica. She has a lot of Everett Quinn, a homeless man, befriends Brian Sanchez, a troubled young teen who has no father. As they become good friends, the boy turns his life around through inspiring stories and motivation from this down-and-out homeless man. But not until the homeless man is attacked and in a coma do we find out that he is much more than what he appears to be.

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But God is so full of love that He wanted to create the universe, allowing Him to share His love with everything He created. Explore the way God created it all and how He was thinking of you from the very beginning of time. God Created It All and Me! What pain can a heart endure before it ceases to beat? What horrors linger in the mind that cannot be forgotten? What soul cannot be redeemed? Where can love be found in a world so full of foulness?

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Come take the journey with June as she navigates through life's toughest choices in search of the love we all long for Life can offer opportunities at the most unusual times, even with a simple request to drive a car and your life is changed forever. The question arises, how do you create a family vacation and conference center out of land that was once homesteaded? You need to construct not only the roads but install all the infrastructure, build the buil Rejected to Accepted is a book for people who have longed for a loving and healthy romantic relationship but have not been able to encounter the "happy ever after" they have desired.

After experiencing domestic violence, a series of failed and unhealthy relationships, the author was left wondering, would anyone ever love her? Rejected to Accepted explores the personal struggles and triumphs This book is a series of incidents recalled at random from my twenty-seven-year career as a city of Austin's professional firefighter.

I worked at many fire stations with many different crews. I started out at Station 8, and in less than three months I was transferred to Station 1, the Central Station, or headquarters. I worked there for seven years. While at Central Station, I work The modern-day teacher, with the vast amount of material available, from an unlimited number of sources, makes the day of using one text obsolete.

Technology has made the teacher capable of producing materials for their class a matter of judgment and choice. Teachers, old and new, can use a useful guide to help pending chaos. For the new teacher instant help would to some extent eliminate the long Finding Lorey is a marvelous story about friends coming together to brave the perils of the wide open Pacific Ocean. In order to save their home, the Great Barrier Reef, which is dying from a disease, they have been told by wise old Rusty that Lorey has the magic to restore the Reef to its lively old self.

Irene Wiggle is an ordinary girl with ordinary feelings. Sometimes she feels inadequate. Sometimes she feels like she wishes she were somebody else. But sometimes she realizes that she is happy just being Irene. Read to find out what is special about Irene Wiggle, and then think about yourself. What makes you special? What is it about you that is truly unique? Let's see if you can find out why you Pray Like a Pro is an incredible prayer tool in the hands of every believer from the beginner to the seasoned prayer intercessor.

There is no greater prayer example to follow than the prayer that Jesus, Himself, prayed and then gave to His disciples. The Lord's Prayer is more than a prayer to recite. It is an in-depth study of strategic and effective communication that combined with faith will pro It is the third book in a series of twenty-six. The goals of this series are to indicate that in perceived imperfection, there is still grace and perfection; to teach the alphabet and increase vocabulary; to show a love for animals while teaching facts of each; to show that the imagination is a wonderful thing to use; and to The Warrior Inside details the life events of Jeanette Golden.

As a very young girl, Jeanette was caught in a web of poverty and sexual and physical abuse. In spite of her situation, her warrior spirit gave her an inner strength and tenacity to survive. She was determined to be an overcomer and fight for her destiny. This is the story about six organizations who have different stories but ended up in the same place. Helping those who can't help themselves! Cries of the Heart was inspired by a friend telling me to write down my thoughts, feelings, and prayers. I was going through a very hard time, separation and divorce.

The writings inside Cries of the Heart are my cries, discussions, longings, and praises to and with Jesus, my Lord. I was asked to publish the "prayers," so others can read them and know that they are not alone in what Satan has no real power over Christians. He only has doubt. So what if the garden of Eden were underwater, Lucifer tweaked the Ten Commandments, or faith was found in whatever was the acceptable behavior of the majority?

Waiting for the Comeback is a thought-provoking, inspiring, and sometimes controversial look at what we humans are accepting as today's norms. At a time when evil seems to There are many ways for a young boy to grow into a man. Randal Gritzner took his own unique path. His personality and character were influenced by many people. Many of those people offered good Christian influence, and some offered influence of less positive nature. Randal's parents were strong Christians with exceptional work ethic. Having all four strong Christian grandparents liv Maybe you've never stopped to think about what you really believe.

This book takes you through one man's journey of spiritual discovery. David Senften's story describes how foundational and soul searching that experience can be, how revealing it can be to look directly into your own heart and become aware of exactly what y Over two thousand years ago, a man named Jesus of Nazareth lived, preached about love and forgiveness to his friends and followers, ultimately was crucified on a cross, died, and rose on the third day. It is a story that has been told and retold for millennia. But what do we know about what was happening in the shadows of Christ's cross?

The overtly obvious and seemingly malicious maligning of our Founders by many Americans within our systems of education, government, and media is being performed with a greater intensity at the passing of each year. This constant, incessant, and relentless barrage of misinformation and falsehoods about their beliefs, character, and intentions is not only blatantly unjust on its face, it is being d This memoir is about the experiences of this young boy, probably here by accident, stumbling through life, facing many challenges, making probably every mistake possible, learning at an early age the power of God and prayer and then realizing, finally, that so many people, many he never knew, were in his corner, pulling for him to succeed.

Mary Eleanor Wolfe was one of the most delightful people I've ever had the good fortune to know. I can still hear her lilting chuckle and see her sparkling blue eyes! Mary was a prolific writer. Her love for children and vivid imagination makes her, in my mind, a modern-day Hans Christian Andersen. She wrote an entire collection of timele Am I Too Little for God is a story written from the perspective of a young three-year-old child, Matthew. He talks about a Sunday church praise and worship service.

What he observes about the people, how they respond, and how he feels. During the conversation he has with his parents about his observations, he asks his parents the question "Am I too little for God? This book tells some of his journey that. The title chosen for this book originally appeared in a short story which has been reprinted in this. Grown-ups make new years resolutions every year! Why can't children make resolutions too? This year Amy decides to make her own holiday resolution and her best friend Andy decides to help her out.

Even the town superhero joins them to help keep the resolution. The three soon realize that Amy's resolution has changed a lot about their favorite holidays! In chapter , it states: "Blessed is he that 1 readeth, and they that 2 hear the words of this prophecy, and GOD Has Need of You GHNOY is a book of inspirational messages written to encourage, enlighten, inspire and motivate believers and non-believers alike, who are struggling to trust or continue to trust our Heavenly Father GOD, through intense trials, tests, tragedies, and heartbreaks in life.

Some people even struggle to trust HIM in good times. He is excited to spend a perfect summer day with his mama. Unfortunately, many problems pop up along the way: a traffic jam, snack-stealing seagulls, a thunderstorm, and more! How will this blooper-filled day end? This amusing and endearing story reminds us to encourage one another through challenging days.

Somzoas Megini has never been normal a single day in his life. He was born with purple eyes, and there's a dragonfly detective that lives inside of his imagination that communicates with him. When Somzoas thinks he's embarking on a regular New Year's vacation with his friends to Mexico, many strange things begin to happen all around him. Without any choice at all, Somzoas finds himself in a new di God Loves My Skin was written to promote confidence within all children. This life is a challenge to each of us, though it may come to us in different ways. The adolescent wants to be liked, to fit into the crowd.

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The teenager seeks personal significance and meaning. And moving into adulthood, the challenges may change by degree, but they are ever present. The JJ book series is a storybook devotional that tells the stories of a young Christian named JJ who is learning what it means to be a Christian. As young readers see JJ learning about his faith, they will gain tools that will help build theirs and show them how they can live out the teachings in the Bible. The discussion questions at the end of the book will help parents engage their young ones She is the epitome of what every Christian woman strives to be.

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An innate desire to matter which comes from our souls, naturally, causes us to question our value; yet we live in a society where the value and sanctity of human life has increasingly diminished. Slowly, our hearts are becoming desensitized to acts of terrorism, chemical warfare, In a far faraway land, there was a secret. It was a secret because you couldn't see it with your natural eyes or hear it with your natural ears. This secret carried with it all the wonders and answers to the universe, and it looked for anyone who wanted the truth of this here world.

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For others, the simplicity of cheap toy Since I had already completed books on two Persons in the Trinity, I decided to complete a "trilogy of the Trinity. The first was a review of what the whole Bible says about the Holy Spirit. I named it The Spirit of Scripture. The second was a devotional study of the book of Hebrews and has turned out Courage is the master keythe power to your success in life.

It's the means through which great people winsucceed. It's the ability that turns on your talents and spiritual gifts. It propels them into actionto work and bear their intended fruits for you, to affect the lives of others and, finally, to glorify your Maker. This book challenges the reader to use God's eyes, not their own, when measuring a persons' worth since it is God who is their true Creator and Author and Finisher of their life Ally's daddy is a fireman, and Ally and her little brother Carter loved going to the fire station where they were allowed to sit in the big fire trucks.

One day, things changed when her beloved forest caught fire, leaving it badly burned. It was a hard reality for a little girl, but she learned that God makes the forest new and that she could be made new too! I sincerely wrote this true story of my childhood life that I may be able to encourage a child or a parent to write about their childhood experiences. Especially if there is something that might be troubling to them.