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T. Coraghessan Boyle is a celebrated American novelist and short story writer, known for his engaging storytelling and keen observations of contemporary life. His works often explore themes of nature, culture, and the human condition, frequently using satire and humor. Boyle's writing blends the serious with the absurd, reflecting his diverse interests in science, environmental issues, and the intricacies of human relationships. His unique style has earned him numerous literary awards and a dedicated readership. Born in 1948 in New York, Boyle has developed a rich body of work over his prolific career. He has published several novels and collections of short stories, showcasing his versatility as a writer. Boyle's experiences living in various locations, including California, have influenced his narratives and provided a backdrop for his exploration of American life. His ability to weave intricate plots with vivid characterizations allows readers to connect deeply with his stories. In addition to fiction, Boyle is also known for his essays, which often reflect his views on society and art. As a professor of English, he has contributed to the literary community by inspiring students and engaging in discussions about literature. His ongoing impact in the world of letters demonstrates his commitment to storytelling and his passion for addressing complex issues through his art. T. Coraghessan Boyle is a celebrated American novelist and short story writer, recognized for his compelling storytelling and insightful portrayals of contemporary life. His narratives encompass themes such as nature, culture, and the complexities of human existence, often infused with satire and humor. Boyle's writing exhibits a balance of serious topics and absurdity, illustrating his diverse interests, particularly in science and the environment. Born in 1948 in New York, Boyle has amassed an impressive body of work throughout his career. He has authored numerous novels and short story collections, with each piece showcasing his skill and versatility as a writer. His various life experiences, especially his time spent in California, have shaped his stories and provided a rich context for exploring American life and identity. Besides fiction, Boyle is also an accomplished essayist, sharing his thoughts on societal issues and artistic expression. As a professor of English, he has significantly influenced both students and the literary community, engaging them in dialogue about the importance of literature. Boyle's enduring impact in the literary world is a testament to his dedication to storytelling and exploring intricate themes through his works.
but outside, in the desert, where the air was thin and light pollution unheard of, you could see right up into the back molars of the universe.
T. Coraghessan Boyle The Terranauts
but outside, in the desert, where the air was thin and light pollution unheard of, you could see right up into the back molars of the universe.
For weeks in advance of the date he would storm and rage and fulminate about the inequity of it all, and the old contumacious fire-breathing spirit arose like a phoenix from the ashes of his contentment.
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
For weeks in advance of the date he would storm and rage and fulminate about the inequity of it all, and the old contumacious fire-breathing spirit arose like a phoenix from the ashes of his contentment.
crossed the room and lit a cigarette, though smoking was discouraged on campus and about as stupid and self-destructive an activity as anything our species has devised.
T. Coraghessan Boyle The Terranauts
crossed the room and lit a cigarette, though smoking was discouraged on campus and about as stupid and self-destructive an activity as anything our species has devised.
They caught him again, at the foot of the woods, and he fought them with his teeth and his claws but they were bigger, stronger, and they carried him back as they always had and always would because there was no freedom, not anymore. Now he was a creature of the walls and the rooms and a slave to the food they gave him.
T. Coraghessan Boyle Wild Child and Other...
They caught him again, at the foot of the woods, and he fought them with his teeth and his claws but they were bigger, stronger, and they carried him back as they always had and always would because there was no freedom, not anymore. Now he was a creature of the walls and the rooms and a slave to the food they gave him.
My fellow drivers, riding their brakes and clinging to the wheel as if it were some kind of voodoo fetish that would protect them against drunks, curves, potholes, errant coyotes and sheet metal carved into knives, went to pieces the minute the first drop hit the windshield.
T. Coraghessan Boyle Wild Child and Other...
My fellow drivers, riding their brakes and clinging to the wheel as if it were some kind of voodoo fetish that would protect them against drunks, curves, potholes, errant coyotes and sheet metal carved into knives, went to pieces the minute the first drop hit the windshield.
HIV, AIDS and maybe even Ebola pulsing through the circulatory pathways of our criminally expanding species, pandemic, everything a pandemic, apocalypse festering in the blood.
T. Coraghessan Boyle The Terranauts
HIV, AIDS and maybe even Ebola pulsing through the circulatory pathways of our criminally expanding species, pandemic, everything a pandemic, apocalypse festering in the blood.
If those committed to the quest fail, they will be forgiven. The moral imperative of humanism is the endeavor alone, whether successful or not, provided the effort is honorable and the failure memorable.
T. Coraghessan Boyle The Terranauts
If those committed to the quest fail, they will be forgiven. The moral imperative of humanism is the endeavor alone, whether successful or not, provided the effort is honorable and the failure memorable.
The earth was running out of resources, global warming was beginning to be recognized as science fact and not science fiction, and if man was to evolve to play a part in things instead of being just another doomed organism on a doomed planet, if the technosphere was going to replace pure biological processes, then sooner or later we'd have to seed life elsewhere-on Mars, to begin with.
T. Coraghessan Boyle The Terranauts
The earth was running out of resources, global warming was beginning to be recognized as science fact and not science fiction, and if man was to evolve to play a part in things instead of being just another doomed organism on a doomed planet, if the technosphere was going to replace pure biological processes, then sooner or later we'd have to seed life elsewhere-on Mars, to begin with.
He wanted enlightenment just as she did, just as they all did. Right, he said, handing her back the flyer, but where do I park?
T. Coraghessan Boyle Outside Looking In
He wanted enlightenment just as she did, just as they all did. Right, he said, handing her back the flyer, but where do I park?
But it was on now, humming to life: a flicker, an adjustment of the dial, a new announcer, his voice shaken and hollow. Then the first image appeared, and it was devastating, the real world, the world of hate and pain and horror, slamming right into her like a clenched fist.
T. Coraghessan Boyle Outside Looking In
But it was on now, humming to life: a flicker, an adjustment of the dial, a new announcer, his voice shaken and hollow. Then the first image appeared, and it was devastating, the real world, the world of hate and pain and horror, slamming right into her like a clenched fist.
And music. What would a wedding be without it?
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
And music. What would a wedding be without it?
At that, Jeremias idly swung the war club to his shoulder, where the weight of the ball bowed it like the arm of a catapult. The door stood open still and the elemental scent of the land rose to his nostrils, a scent of vitality and decay, of birth and death. He looked the Jongheer full in the face. "Come and get me," he said.
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
At that, Jeremias idly swung the war club to his shoulder, where the weight of the ball bowed it like the arm of a catapult. The door stood open still and the elemental scent of the land rose to his nostrils, a scent of vitality and decay, of birth and death. He looked the Jongheer full in the face. "Come and get me," he said.
For some strange reason, probably having to do with the moon shot, UFOs and the accoustic quality of the snow-laden air, her voice seemed to boom out across the water as if she were leading cheers through a megaphone. Someone handed her the joint. She inhaled, and was quiet.
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
For some strange reason, probably having to do with the moon shot, UFOs and the accoustic quality of the snow-laden air, her voice seemed to boom out across the water as if she were leading cheers through a megaphone. Someone handed her the joint. She inhaled, and was quiet.
The first time they'd docked at Peterskill there'd been a bunch of jerks waiting for them with signs that read WAKE UP, AMERICA: PETERSKILL DID!, and at Cold Spring a troop of big-armed women in what looked like nurses' uniforms had showed up to wave flags as if they had a patent on them.
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
The first time they'd docked at Peterskill there'd been a bunch of jerks waiting for them with signs that read WAKE UP, AMERICA: PETERSKILL DID!, and at Cold Spring a troop of big-armed women in what looked like nurses' uniforms had showed up to wave flags as if they had a patent on them.
She was wearing some sort of fur hat pulled down to her eyes and a raccoon coat over a flesh-colored body stocking. And boots. Red, blue, yellow and orange frilled and spangled high-heeled cowgirl boots.
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
She was wearing some sort of fur hat pulled down to her eyes and a raccoon coat over a flesh-colored body stocking. And boots. Red, blue, yellow and orange frilled and spangled high-heeled cowgirl boots.
But for now-for this thumping, glorious, wind-scoured moment-he was sailing.
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
But for now-for this thumping, glorious, wind-scoured moment-he was sailing.
You can't be serious," he said. "You mean this is the big secret, this is why you screwed us all over-because of some forgotten shit that went down hundreds of years ago?
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
You can't be serious," he said. "You mean this is the big secret, this is why you screwed us all over-because of some forgotten shit that went down hundreds of years ago?
they were convicted of high treason and armed rebellion against the authority of the Crown {the brick constituting, for Stephanus' purposes, a potentially lethal weapon-lethal, in any case, to manorial windows}.
T. Coraghessan Boyle World's End
they were convicted of high treason and armed rebellion against the authority of the Crown {the brick constituting, for Stephanus' purposes, a potentially lethal weapon-lethal, in any case, to manorial windows}.
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