October is going to be a big month for new fiction releases! There are many new books that will be a part of current series and others that will be the first of a new series. Two new books are slated to come out on October 3. The first is a romance called Wildfire by Hannah Grace. This will be the second book in the Maple Hill sports romance series; if it is anything like the first book, it will be the perfect comfort read for fall. Grace’s books are usually light-hearted and easy to read, with cute scenes of romance and not too much depth.
Pulitzer Prize winning novelist Viet Thanh Nguyen, who will be speaking at Cornell on Thursday, has been active in the media as a cultural critic on U.S. policies on refugees and other displaced peoples given his experience as a refugee during the Vietnam War.
Heidi Heilig’s new book, For a Muse of Fire pulls the reader into a vibrant, lush world inspired by Asian cultures and French colonialism. The story follows Jetta Chantray, a young Chakran shadow player of the Ros Nai troupe, as she and her family strive to win passage to Aquitan, the home of the Aquitan emperor and a spring rumored to cure madness. But Jetta’s malheur, her madness, is only one of the secrets she keeps. Jetta has the ability to slip souls into new skins, and in a world still haunted by the brutality of the mad nécromancien Le Trépas, the old ways have been abolished, punishable by death or worse. Heilig weaves a complex tale, balancing the powers of colonization, rebellion and a family caught in between.
This week we have a sobering bit of dystopian fiction that reflects, quite conspicuously, on our modern day. The audio component can be found here. Enjoy, but don’t take for granted. Send submissions for Sun Story Sunday to Andres Vaamonde, [email protected]. 2099
Open up a newspaper on any given day and you will find an article discussing some aspect of Israel: coverage from Netanyahu’s latest speech, the latest on a clash on the Temple Mount, or an editorial board debate on human rights. In the past ten years, the word “Israel” has, in a sense, become synonymous with “political”. Israel has always been fraught with complexity but it is now nearly impossible to disconnect it from a discourse of debate. There are merits and problems associated with this approach, both of which can and have been discussed in countless other articles and books. Jonathan Safran Foer, author of the released novel Here I Am, is undoubtedly aware of the dialectic surrounding the topic of Israel, and has probably participated in these conversations himself.
This is the final installment of Sun Story Sundays for the semester; stay tuned for more fiction in January. The audio component for this story can be found here. Ingredients Like Time And Other Unexpected Outcomes
I try not to organize my life into chapters. But there are years when I have time for walks, followed by years of a severe un-grounding of the self and absolute avoidance of small talk. My friend Tamar says that’s called bipolar disorder.
Send submissions to Andres Vaamonde, [email protected]. The audio component of this story can be found here. Eulogy: For My Dearest Taft
I bought Taft in 2006. He was sold at a makeshift pet shack beside the I-5, about ten miles south of the Kettleman City exit, where everyone veered off the road to relieve swollen bladders and indulge barely-caffeinated Starbucks Frappuccinos. At first, the shack appeared to be a strawberry stand; it stooped in front of a seemingly endless array of manicured fields and sporting a bright red tablecloth.
Sun Story Sundays are back with our second rendition, this mythological ditty from Jim Quinn. And now we have an addition feature: an audio podcast to accompany your story excursion. Listen to it on the way to class, on the bus, or on the toilet. Any where you’d please. Submission for next months columns are open.
Sundays are work days at Cornell. You arise from the chaos of Saturday night and prepare to do battle with the demons of prelims and term papers, striding into Olin or Uris or Mann, tenacious grin and latte in hand. But let’s be real. You sit down, crack open your laptop and sip to the tune of the Netflix opening jingle. Procrastination is as apart of your Sunday workday routine as anything else.