![]() ![]() Red Silk: An Anthology of South Asian Canadian Women Poets, edited by Rishma Dunlop and Priscila Uppal, are the daughters of the Empire's retraction and the Dominion's renaissance. In the mid-1950s, though, blatantly racist immigration rules gave way to subtly racist ones, and South Asian-heritage peoples began arriving in Canada from India, Sri Lanka, Pakistan and Bangladesh, as well as lands of previous "exile." Being a proudly white Dominion, Canada utilized bureaucratic legalisms to bar South Asians (along with Africans, "coloured" West Indians, Jews and others) from entering the country during the first half of the last century. ![]() Thus, formal study of English literature was refined in India in the Victorian era (as a "psy op" political prop), while Indian ideas such as karma won the British "homeland." Once India - and Pakistan - achieved independence in 1947, Britain was no longer "Great."īy then, however, Empire-engineered population relocations had occurred, and a South Asian diaspora to Africa, the Caribbean and the Pacific established. ![]() India was, in truth, Britain's preferred colony, both for horrendous (and lucrative) exploitation and reciprocal influence. ![]()
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![]() ![]() You should not write about a group of unicorns fighting to take over an island from an alien invasion. Cynthia learned early on that if you wanted to win the writing contest, you should write stories about that time your parents got their car stuck in the snow on the side of a mountain just before dark. She kept writing stories all through grade school, most of them wildly fantastical musings on supernatural beings or creatures, none of which ever won the annual short story competition where the writer got to meet Kenneth Thomasma,the author of one of Cynthia’s favorite books, Naya Nuki. Widdison, told Cynthia that she’d be an author some day, and Cynthia believed her. From as far back as she can remember, she loved books and reading, and wrote her first short story (about a fairy being born in a tulip) when she was around six years old-pretty much as soon as she could write. 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Brooklyn born, I know the sound. ![]() ![]() ![]() She’d never really had the opportunity to attend school, but her mother had taught her as much as she could at home, and she could do enough cyphering to know there was something very wrong with the bookkeeping in front of her. ![]() ![]() ![]() Ruth Arbuckle sat at her desk, looking at the ledgers in front of her. Will the two of them-each looking at things from very different perspectives-be able to find love together? Or will they have the loveless marriage Ruth initially planned? Read more He gets on a train just days later, determined to woo his wife until she falls in love with him. When his sister Elizabeth comes to see him with a plan for him to go west, he jumps at the chance-it's as if Ruth's letter was meant just for him. Sebastian Miller toils away in a bank in Beckham, Massachusetts, wishing for the opportunity to work outdoors while occasionally playing with the numbers he's come to love. 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The murders were part of her environment as a child in Rochester in the early 1970s. “I never met them but was of them,” Livingston writes of the girls who were killed. She longs to drive with Carmen into the city to retrieve the other victims, Wanda and Michelle, from the neighborhoods where they were last seen alive. ![]() ![]() She imagines stopping her car for the first victim, Carmen, who escaped her captor and ran half-naked through rush-hour traffic only to be recaptured when no one came to her aid. In the essay “Some Names and What They Mean” from the collection Ladies Night at the Dreamland, Sonja Livingston imagines rescuing three girls who were kidnapped and killed in Rochester, New York, between 19. ![]() ![]() ![]() I was blown away by her writing style and found myself not being able to put this book down. Wendy Wunder does a fantastic, and I mean absolutely fantastic, job of putting the reader right there with the characters. Fights in the car, annoying teenagers (me), greasy fast food places and corny landmarks. Cam, her mom and her little sister, Perry, are so endearing and family like that I found myself picturing all my family vacations. Again, I thought the trip was going to be hokey and unrealistic (yeesh, what is wrong with me?) but it was so great! It was your typical family 'vacation' via car. ![]() Her mom, as a last effort to save her, drives her to the miracle town of Promise, Maine, where miracles seem to happen. Cam has cancer and is expected to pass away soon. This book is so realistic, I felt like I was there with Cam and her family through the entire read. ![]() I was afraid that it was going to be one of those books that is just unrealistic and too positive to be real, boy was I ever wrong, but in a good way. When I first picked up 'The Probability of Miracles' I was afraid it was going to be a happy story about a girl with cancer (I know, crazy, right?). ![]() ![]() ![]() And as autonomous vehicles share our streets, we are increasingly putting our lives in their hands. We can no longer assume that our mortgage application, or even our medical tests, will be seen by human eyes. Algorithms decide bail and parole - and appear to assess Black and White defendants differently. Systems cull résumés until, years later, we discover that they have inherent gender biases. Researchers call this the alignment problem. ![]() When the systems we attempt to teach will not, in the end, do what we want or what we expect, ethical and potentially existential risks emerge. Recent years have seen an eruption of concern as the field of machine learning advances. Today’s “machine-learning” systems, trained by data, are so effective that we’ve invited them to see and hear for us - and to make decisions on our behalf. A jaw-dropping exploration of everything that goes wrong when we build AI systems and the movement to fix them. ![]() ![]() ![]() March and his current missionary duty in the south at a plantation where he teaches the former slaves. This book covers both the idealistic young adulthood of Mr. And it was from the library, so giving it a try didn’t put me out any money or space on my shelves. ![]() Besides that, I don’t normally like Civil War fiction but with the great exception of Sweetsmoke earlier this year I felt I should give it a try. Little Women was my first “adult book” in elementary school and I have a lot of sentimental attachment to it. I probably shouldn’t have been quite so excited, though. I really enjoyed Year of Wondersby Geraldine Brooks, so I was looking forward to this. ![]() ![]() ![]() First published in 1957, WASP is generally regarded as Eric Frank Russell's finest novel, a witty and exciting account of a covert war in the heart of enemy territory. ![]() His mission is simple: sap morale, cause mayhem, tie up resources, wage a one-man war on a planet of eighty million. Intensively trained, his appearance surgically altered, James Mowry is landed on Jaimec, the 94th planet of the Sirian Empire. ![]() If a small insect buzzing around in a car could so distract the driver as to cause that vehicle to crash, think what havoc one properly trained operative could wreak on an unsuspecting enemy. The war had been going on for nearly a year and the Sirian Empire had a huge advantage in personnel and equipment. ![]() |