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"Eleven billion people will share this planet by century's end. Adding 4 billion to an already overburdened world will force everyone to change everything."--Cover.
The legendary writer Patricia Highsmith is best remembered today for her chilling psychological thrillers The Talented Mr. Ripley and Strangers on a Train. A critically acclaimed best seller in Europe, Highsmith has for too long been underappreciated in the United States. Starting in 2011, Grove Press will begin to reissue nine of Highsmith's works. Eleven is Highsmith's first collection of short stories, an arresting group of dark masterpieces of obsession and foreboding, violence and instability. Here naturalists meet gruesome ends and unhinged heroes disturb our sympathies. This is a captivating, important collection from ?one of the truly brilliant short-story writers of the twentieth century” (Otto Penzler). Includes an introduction by Graham Greene.
"Eleven Dreams" © NEW RELEASE > DIGITAL SCRIPT: $5.95 FADE IN: This is a story of a young man surrounded by the bigotry of the 'South' 1980's and that within his own family and his need to survive with his compassion intact and escape the everyday mentalities of racial inequalities. Those depicting fear - hatred at will as they chose. The young-man's challenges guided by his compassion is the drama - in this 'original screenplay'. INSERT: TEXAS HIGHWAY SIGN. BULLET HOLES. READS. SUPREME, TEXAS - POLLUTION - 16,213 - (Vandalized) - Now reads - Raccoons. "Home of The World's Largest Mayonnaise Factory" INSERT PG 186: CAMERA FOLLOWS ACTION - A PICKUP TRUCK CROSSES RAILROAD TRACKS - NIGHT BACK IN HERE: MAIN SCRIPT SUMMER - 2002 EXT. ESTABLISHING SHOT - TOWN - RAP MUSIC - DAY TRIMMINGS of a small rural REDNECK town soaking in bigotry. Radio Station plays a 'Radio Free Europe' call out in a 'Black Rap Song' in your face back to you. Lyrics fill the air waves predominantly using the 'N' word. CAMERA Pans area so you get the drift of things. There's 'SHIP'S BARBER SHOP' with the American Flag along side a CONFEDERATE FLAG hanging in first place. Older Pickup Trucks with Rifle Racks in rear window sporting the Confederate Flag throughout the parking area. Black Rap Song continues to ring out. Older cars. Activity. Locals. Huge Six Lane Highway passes through town. Strip Mall Shopping Center. Dental stall upstairs. Identified truck from Mayonnaise Factory is unloading an injured individual into the Medical Clinic. Nigger doesn't dance here. Music Out. Most locals here have never been outside of Texas. Camera Pans Cemetery. However, someone has a plan - Rider on Scooter. Preview: Page 6 SHERIFF Damn, Wilbur is so short change in the head if Einstein's brain was lying at his feet with a damn note tied to it saying that he, Wilbur, was next in line to use it. He'd he'd pick it up and throw it in the damn trash. Who the fuck is Einstein? I tell you I sure in heck don't know what his Daddy was thinking. Bank Puppy. DEPUTY Trust Puppy. INT. SMALL ROOM - LIVING QUARTERS - MORNING Young white male. Sleeping. Room is attached to rear of family garage. Daylight cracks through wall boards. Alarm clock sounds. This is RUSTY ROBERTS our chief protagonist. Twenty one. Jumps up. Wearing shorts. Thin. Muscular. Good looks. (O.S.) We hear the sounds of a LAWN MOWER. RUSTY Ah...I'm late. EXT. LARGE ESTATE - GROUNDS - MORNING This is Debbie BOGG. Attractive. Late Thirties. Cutting grass. Older male on porch in Wheelchair. EXT. GARAGE ROOM - RUSTY - DAY On his exit Rusty trips over his dog. Large male Golden Retriever. This is MOON. RUSTY Moon! One of these mornings I'm going to break a leg. Moon gets a huge. RUSTY to rear door of house. Enters kitchen. Moon tags along. Two sister prepare breakfast. Dressed in nightwear cutoffs barely covering young curvy bodies. Breasts and butts in exposure. BUFFY the eighteen year old. YELLS. BUFFY HEY! You're not suppose to be in here! With...with...those prying horny eyes of yours! BUFFY covers up. Rusty moves to refrigerator. Takes out a piece of chicken from the Diner where he works. Puts the bag back in. Moon sticks his nose in. AGNES the fifteen year old makes clothing adjustment with clothing. AGNES Good morning, Rusty. Hi, Moon. TWO more Sisters move in. Dressed and exposed the same. KIM the sixteen year old. KIM Hi, Rusty...your fridge broken again? Moon whats up? CASEY the fourteen year old enters. Topless. CAMERA ANGLE. REVERSE SHOT. BUFFY turns. Sees CASEY topless. BUFFY CASEY! Cover yourself up! CASEY SOOO! I don't care! He can take me down anytime he wants! Good morning, Rusty. Moon...love you. Rusty any take outs left? Ahhh...here it is...ladies. Casey makes a Maestro flip for Buffy to continue. BUFFY In case you forget! Or you're not checking anymore! He's still your brother! You idiot! Casey flips the finger to Buffy. Rusty moves to exit. BUFFY (Con't) DADDY! He's in the house again! You just wait! RUSTY ROBERTS! When Daddy gets home! You'll get it! Just wait! CASEY Bye, Rusty. Moon...you can stay. AGNES/KIM Bye, Rusty...bye Moon. EXT. HOUSE - RUSTY - MOON - DAY Rusty takes bite of Chicken. Gives balance to Moon. RUSTY Four sisters. Look out world here they come. Ready or not. Watch the bones, pal. Page 12 EXT. RUSTY - HIGHWAY - VARIOUS ANGLES - EVENING Motor Scooter. INSERT: Sign on Scooter: "Sam's Hot Food - You Get Hot - Or You Don't Pay". Rusty on Scooter pulling up to Food Mart. Parks Scooter. SIGN on top of Food Mart Reads: "ELEVEN DREAMS" INT. ELEVEN DREAMS - EVENING SAM NAM. OWNER. VIETNAMESE. Middle age male. Rusty moves up to Sam. Mrs. Nam works grill. This is EVE NAM. Acknowledges Rusty. EVE Hello...Rusty. You okay today? RUSTY Fine...thanks and you Mrs. Nam? EVE smiles and nods. SAM Hey, Rusty you want to take Mrs. June's order? It's ready. RUSTY She's early today...isn't she? But she's a solid tipper. (Whispers) Sam...can I ask you a man's question? SAM Sure...sure, boy. You ask...man's question. SAM winks to wife while Rusty moves around to Sam's position. RUSTY Sam...lets say...if you were to...in a shower. SAM looks on doubtfully. Nods to Rusty to continue. RUSTY (CON'T) You know. RUSTY nods. SAM Yes...yes! Wacky! Wacky! RUSTY embarrassed. Looks around. Then to floor. RUSTY Well...yeah. My question is...how long would the? SAM Wacky...you wacky long time? Not good...maybe fall off. SAM laughs. Eve smiles. SAM (CON'T) How long you Wacky, boy? RUSTY No...no...not that...not the wacky. SAM You no wacky? RUSTY The aroma...Sam. You know...aroma. SAM Aroma? Girl? Aroma is girl? Girl...I don't know her. RUSTY puts fingers to nose. SAM (CON'T) Oh...Oh...the fishy! The smell! Yeah, yeah the fishy! Maybe ten minutes...fishy in bathroom! No more! For sure no more sometimes less, the fishy. Aroma, yes. (Laughs) RUSTY Ten minutes! On, no! She knows. SAM She knows the fishy? RUSTY Yeah. SAM If girlie knows the fishy not bad. She's next! Sam smiles. Nods to EVE looking on. SAM (CON'T) Hey! Good news! Rusty! Before I forget! My cousin called today from Los Angeles! RUSTY He did! He did! Great! Great! Oh, boy! SAM Yeah! He waits for you, good news! He has room for you...until you get settled...you know...you have to get to know Los Angeles. Big city...big city. RUSTY Wow! A room! That's awesome! EVE (O.S.) EVE Food ready! Hot! Now! Ready! SAM Okay...okay...we talk later...Mrs June's food ready. Pg 15 EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT Rusty pulls up on Scooter for another delivery. INT. HOUSE - NIGHT Three adorable thirteen year old girls dressed to the 'nines' peering in excitement peering from behind curtain. GIRL ONE He's coming! GIRLS quickly line up at door. Bell rings. All jump in excitement adjusting themselves. GIRL TWO I'm first! GIRL THREE We're all first! Okay...this is it. GIRL ONE opens door. Rusty enters. RUSTY Hi Randi...Hi Shelly...Hi Ester. ALL THREE GIRLS Hi Rusty! We're ready! GIRLS strut in place. RUSTY Where should I put the food? ALL THREE On the table! SHELLY (Whisper) Is he going to do us on the table? RUSTY moves to the kitchen. RUSTY On the table. ALL THREE GIRLS scramble to get on the dining room table. In a comical rush. Spreading out in adjustment. Rusty in kitchen. Sets food on counter. Mickey the eight year old brother enters. RUSTY Hi, Mickey...hungry? MICKEY Right...lets see the bill. RUSTY hands bill to Mickey. MICKEY (CON'T) Things are looking good, Rusty. Last time it was fifty dollars. RUSTY Fun and games, huh. Your Mom will later give the real number to Sam. MICKEY See you Rusty...can I get a ride tomorrow? RUSTY Sure. MICKEY grabs his food and moves off. RUSTY moves pass the GIRLS still spread out on dining room table. RANDI You can do us! I...mean you deserve it. RUSTY makes his exit. RANDI (CON'T) I feel woozy...did he do us? ESTER I'm perspiring...maybe he did. SHELLY I'm wet...my heart can't take much more of this...I need to sit up. Pg 19 LOUD BOOM (O.S.) Rusty's door is kick open. FRANK. Rusty's Father enters. Slightly Overweight. Wears a white stained - tee-shirt - at armpits. Khaki pants. Gun tucked in belt. FRANK Thought I told you I wanted you out of HERE! MOON comes to alert. FRANK (Con't) You SIC that damn dog of yours on me and I'll but a bullet in both of you! RUSTY cautious Moon. RUSTY I leave in two weeks. RUSTY stumbles. Grabs tickets to show Frank. FRANK That's not soon enough! I want you out of here tonight! Get your shit packed and out of here tonight! You can sleep on the fuck'n street for all I care! I don't much give a rat's ass where! RUSTY nods. RUSTY I'm paying you rent...here...here's a month's rent and I leave in two weeks...I'm never late late with the rent to you...never. FRANK I don't want your damn money! I want you out of here! Tonight! And if you're not out of here than you're a fuck'n trespasser! RUSTY recoils sadly. FRANK (Con't) And you know what I do with fuck'n trespassers! I shot the bastards! That's what I do! FRANK mocking. FRANK (Con't) Gees...Sheriff...I didn't know who the fuck it was! RUSTY frighteningly holds onto Moon. Frank back at Rusty. FRANK (Con't) I thought it might be someone trying to sneak up and rape one of my daughters! RUSTY backs away. FRANK (Con't) This here is Supreme, Texas! Ass hole! It an't your fuck'n fairyland Hollywood! It's fuck'n Supreme, Texas! And the Sheriff ain't gonna give a damn about some dead worthless piece of shit lying dead in my fuck'n night grass! You got that! RUSTY sadly nods. FRANK (Con't) And if you leave that damn dog of yours behind thinking you're gonna come back and get him later! I'll shot the sack of shit where he sleeps! NEW ANGLE FRANK (Con't) And use his fuck'n carcass for crab bait in the morning! Those are my words of wisdom, asshole! And you can count on them! I want you out of here tonight! FRANK turns. Kicks door out of way. Exits. RUSTY sits down in a worn chair. Despair. Quiet cry. Moon moves over to Rusty. CASEY makes a loud entrance from the dark outside through open door. CASEY WHAT a piece of artwork he is! Father knows best...not! he knows as much about parenthood as a bunch of southern militant skinheads high on weed and Sieg Heils! RUSTY Ahh...Casey...you better get out of here before he comes back. He was going to shoot me and Moon. Did you hear him. CASEY moves over to food bags on table. CASEY Thai food! And look at what we have here for...Moon! CASEY pulls out a large bone of meat. Moon's tail wagging. Casey gives bone to Moon. RUSTY Casey...please. If he comes back he's going to go crazy... he wants to shoot me at any chance or cause he gets. CASEY He's not coming back...Buffy's taking a bath...she looks the other way and lets him watch pretending like she doesn't know. Yeah...right! She's playing every angle of the deal. RUSTY covers ears. CASEY laughs. CASEY (Con't) Come on! I'll prove it to you! I'll show you...we'll sneak up on them...from the outside bathroom window. MOON barks. CASEY (Con't) See...Moon knows. RUSTY No...no I'll take your word for it. CASEY Can I stay for dinner? I haven' eaten all day. RUSTY looks around. CASEY closes door. RUSTY Sure...sure please eat. Lots of food and I'm not very hungry right now. CASEY Stop worrying about it...Buffy will brown nose him up after her bath...bad mouthing everyone. She's already got Kim and Agnes bent somewhere along the line those two will need some serious deprogramming from their cult master. RUSTY nods. CASEY takes food from bags and sets up the table. CASEY (Con't) If Mom were alive...Buffy would be cut down to real quick. But you can blame that on these two. CASEY grabs BOTH breast. CASEY (Con't) They bounce around nicely when you want them, too...they're good to suck on when having up coming fun...they're sexy. BUT they're also KILLERS as our Mother knows all too well. RUSTY to door to check. CASEY (Con't) Stop worrying. He's ready for his six pack...he watches Wrestling Mania...he falls asleep...trust me on this one. Anyway, tomorrow's Sunday and he's broke...he doesn't get paid until next week the factory pays every two weeks. NEW ANGLE: Rusty reassured. Sits down at table. CASEY (Con't) You give me the rent money...I'll convince him...our father in grace, here. That I'm the courier and messenger. He takes the money with only coins left in his pockets...gives Buffy twenty bucks and WE'RE off to the races again. NEW DAY NEWS CONFERENCE Roberta is a top news personality. Looks directly into camera as she is reporting back to her boss in New York. ROBERTA Well...there you have it, Dan. The Sheriff seems embattled with the News Conference and the line questioning, to say the least...as you saw and of course as you know...we're knee deep here in East Rider territory. DAN (O.S.) Right...small southern towns are not experience when it comes to a lot of outside media attention and it shows. EXT. NEWS MEDIA - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY Rapping up things for the day. Trucks. Big Media stars of networks are moving back to Chauffeur driven Vans. INT. HOUSE - DAY BUFFY on phone. Mock Hysteria. Kim and Agnes sit nearby like the trained associates that they are. BUFFY Ally Ward was my bestest of friends ever! I Can't believe this is happening to us, Hank! Did they catch the Black Man that did it? Hank...you think they'll want to talk to me on T.V. ? HANK Of course they will...my Daddy's got some pull with the news people here...they owe him some favors...as head of the Republican Party in South Texas...he got them in on some interviews with Bush! Buffy on phone holds for a beat. BUFFY WHAT! Are you crazy! I'm not going to DO your Daddy! My God! He's older than...then Robert Redford! Forget it Hank Borman! Just forget it! I'll get it done with my own people! BUFFY throws a look to Agnes and Kim. Both are stunned. With open mouths. Buffy moves over to the two. BUFFY (Con't) This as I see it...is your only earthly worthwhile function in your otherwise miserable lives! So protect your roles, idiots! And I'm offering sisterly love, here. You two get out there...scratch the ground spread the word with those media people - no local media - National only. That Buffy Roberts has information. INT. RUSTY - CASEY - RUSTY'S ROOM - NIGHT At table. Moon resting on Rusty's bed. CASEY You heard him...he said, accident. Remember...accident. Right. RUSTY I hope they're alright. Please, please, dear God let them be alright. RUSTY gives Moon a hug and a kiss. Casey encouragingly whispers. CASEY The announcer said accident...you saw the ambulances... two of them. Rusty nods. RUSTY What time is it? CASEY Ten O'clock. Lets check to see if there' anything on the news. END OF PREVIEW Script Now Circling: Talent and Reps. Copyright Laws - "Eleven Dreams"
In August 1963, one of the best-selling aircraft of British civil aviation, the BAC One-Eleven, took to the skies for the first time. With an order book for sixty aircraft, more than half were from the United States, which was an unprecedented situation for a British civil aircraft. The first project for the newly formed British Aircraft Corporation, the One-Eleven was wholly designed and built by BAC, and remained in production throughout the entire seventeen-year history of the organisation, performing strongly even when profits were at a low. After flying commercially in Europe for the last time in March 2002, here the One-Eleven is celebrated in style.
For Australia the First World War remains the most costly conflict in terms of deaths and casualties. From a population of fewer than five million, 416,809 men enlisted, of which over 60,000 were killed and 156,000 wounded, gassed, or taken prisoner. In general terms with Australian unit histories the quality of authorship is very good, most of them share the common strength of making plentiful mention of the individual officers and men who served, fought, died, was wounded, or taken prisoner, or who came safely home at the end of it all. They are a prime source for genealogists and military historians.
The son of Mavin Manyshaped is back. Let the Players of the True Game beware. A giant stalks the mountains. The Shadowpeople gather by the light of the moon. The Bonedancers raise up armies of the dead. And the Wizard's Eleven sleep, trapped in their dreams. Players, take your places. The final Game begins.
In 1811 England was on the brink of economic collapse and revolution. The veteran poet and campaigner Anna Letitia Barbauld published a prophecy of the British nation reduced to ruins by its refusal to end the interminable war with France, titled Eighteen Hundred and Eleven. Combining ground-breaking historical research with incisive textual analysis, this new study dispels the myth surrounding the hostile reception of the poem and takes a striking episode in Romantic-era culture as the basis for exploring poetry as a medium of political protest. Clery examines the issues at stake, from the nature of patriotism to the threat to public credit, and throws new light on the views and activities of a wide range of writers, including radical, loyalist and dissenting journalists, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Southey, and Barbauld herself. Putting a woman writer at the centre of the enquiry opens up a revised perspective on the politics of Romanticism.
The cult of St. Ursula and the Eleven Thousand Virgin Martyrs of Cologne was the most widespread relic cult in medieval Europe. The sheer abundance of relics of the Eleven Thousand Virgins, which allowed for the display of immense collections, shaped the notion of corporate cohesion that characterized the cult. Though the primacy of St. Ursula as the leader of this holy band was established by the tenth century, she was conceived as the head of a corporate body. Innumerable inventories and liturgical texts attest to the fact that this cult was commemorated and referenced as a collective mass - Undecim millium virginum. This group identity informed, and was formulated by, the presentation of their relics, as well as much of the imagery associated with this cult. This book explores the visual, textual, performative, and perceptual aspects of this phenomenon, with particular emphasis on painting and sculpture in late medieval Cologne. Examining the ways in which both texts and images worked as vestments, garbing the true core of relics which formed the body of the cult, the book examines the cult from the core outward, seeking to understand hagiographic texts and images in terms of their role in articulating relic cults.
For fans of the hit Netflix docuseries The Last Dance. During his storied career as head coach of the Chicago Bulls and Los Angeles Lakers, Phil Jackson won more championships than any coach in the history of professional sports. Even more important, he succeeded in never wavering from coaching his way, from a place of deep values. Jackson was tagged as the 'Zen master' half in jest by sportswriters, but the nickname speaks to an important truth: this is a coach who inspired, not goaded; who led by awakening and challenging the better angels of his players’ nature, not their egos, fear, or greed. This is the story of a preacher’s kid from North Dakota who grew up to be one of the most innovative leaders of our time. In his quest to reinvent himself, Jackson explored everything from humanistic psychology and Native American philosophy to Zen meditation. In the process, he developed a new approach to leadership based on freedom, authenticity, and selfless teamwork that turned the hyper-competitive world of professional sports on its head. In Eleven Rings, Jackson candidly describes how he: - Learned the secrets of mindfulness and team chemistry while playing for the champion New York Knicks in the 1970s - Managed Michael Jordan, the greatest player in the world, and got him to embrace selflessness, even if it meant losing a scoring title - Forged successful teams out of players of varying abilities by getting them to trust one another and perform in sync - Inspired Dennis Rodman and other 'uncoachable' personalities to devote themselves to something larger than themselves - Transformed Kobe Bryant from a rebellious teenager into a mature leader of a championship team. Eleven times, Jackson led his teams to the ultimate goal: the NBA championship six times with the Chicago Bulls and five times with the Los Angeles Lakers. We all know the legendary stars on those teams, or think we do. What Eleven Rings shows us, however, is that when it comes to the most important lessons, we don’t know very much at all. This book is full of revelations: about fascinating personalities and their drive to win; about the wellsprings of motivation and competition at the highest levels; and about what it takes to bring out the best in ourselves and others.
The odyssey of 600,000 imperial Japanese soldiers incarcerated in Soviet labor camps after World War II and their fraught repatriation to postwar Japan. In August 1945 the Soviet Union seized the Japanese puppet state of Manchukuo and the colony of Southern Sakhalin, capturing more than 600,000 Japanese soldiers, who were transported to labor camps across the Soviet Union but primarily concentrated in Siberia and the Far East. Imprisonment came as a surprise to the soldiers, who thought they were being shipped home. The Japanese prisoners became a workforce for the rebuilding Soviets, as well as pawns in the Cold War. Alongside other Axis POWs, they did backbreaking jobs, from mining and logging to agriculture and construction. They were routinely subjected to ÒreeducationÓ glorifying the Soviet system and urging them to support the newly legalized Japanese Communist Party and to resist American influence in Japan upon repatriation. About 60,000 Japanese didnÕt survive Siberia. The rest were sent home in waves, the last lingering in the camps until 1956. Already laid low by war and years of hard labor, returnees faced the final shock and alienation of an unrecognizable homeland, transformed after the demise of the imperial state. Sherzod Muminov draws on extensive Japanese, Russian, and English archivesÑincluding memoirs and survivor interviewsÑto piece together a portrait of life in Siberia and in Japan afterward. Eleven Winters of Discontent reveals the real people underneath facile tropes of the prisoner of war and expands our understanding of the Cold War front. Superpower confrontation played out in the Siberian camps as surely as it did in Berlin or the Bay of Pigs.