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Confirmed - Macduff Everton, Mary Heebner, Tim Hauf, Hugh Margerum, Bill Zeldis

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A Naturalist's Guide to the Santa Barbara Region
by Joan Easton Lentz

Santa Barbara native Joan Easton Lentz shares her lifelong knowledge of this region renowned for its unique natural resources and legendary scenery.

The beautiful book combines lucid and evocative nature writing, including on-the-scene journal entries, with a rich array of photos and illustrations, creating a highly personal and scientific handbook.


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BEAUTIFUL SANTA BARBARA BOOK!

The Book of Santa Barbara

Macduff Everton (Author, Photographer), Pico Iyer (Introductory Essay), Mary Heebner (Extended Captions)

Santa Barbara seems a place of such obvious charms. The golden beaches and sage-covered hillsides are there at first glance, while the Spanish-style townscape issues an invitation to visit all year, thanks to an unvaryingly pleasant Mediterranean climate. Even so, it takes an artist with a unique vision to reveal the complexity of Santa Barbara's beauty, as Macduff Everton does so brilliantly in the photographs that grace the pages of this book.

A longtime Santa Barbaran, Everton uses his panoramic camera to reveal the play of light on sea and rock, the quirky corners of historic landmarks and the unexpected variety of lush gardens and open spaces.




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JAMES JOYCE AND LANGUAGE

Hear a fascinating & entertaining example of Joycean brilliance

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Partial Text of Audio (1st 6 minutes of 8:49):

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James Joyce Centre Dublin

Molly Bloom's Soliloquy - Read and Hear

Search entire text of "Ulysses"


Words, Images, Text and Print


On an electronic screen, she said, "the words pass as an image before you. If you want to turn back, it is something you have to manage. With a book, you are flipping back and your eye may be caught indeed by other passages. Reading the image is different from reading the text in a book."

Food for thought from Nadine Gordimer in, according to the Guardian, "a passionate defence of the printed book against the onslaught of technology."



INDIA THROUGH MAHRI'S EYES



Mahri Kerley, owner of Chaucer's Bookstore, spent several weeks taking photographs in India in the fall of 2008. India is a magnificent country, saturated with color and completely overwhelming for all of the senses.

A selection of the photographs can be viewed, and are available for purchase, at Chaucer's.


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A Note About Availability

When ordering from Chaucer's Books online, please remember that not all books listed on our website are currently on the shelves at our store.

In general, if a book on the website is listed as "available," it's either in stock or we can get it for you within a few days.

When in doubt, please give us a call at (805) 682-6787, or email us at info@chaucersbooks.com. We're always happy to help!




Capital in the 21st Century


The main driver of inequality--returns on capital that exceed the rate of economic growth--is again threatening to generate extreme discontent and undermine democratic values.

Thomas Piketty's findings in this ambitious, original, rigorous work will transform debate and set the agenda for the next generation of thought about wealth and inequality.

The World Top Incomes Database

Thomas Piketty gives brief outline of his book



Cementville


by Paulette Livers


"Cementville" is an electrifying and beautifully written novel that revisits and poetically examines the tempestuous Vietnam war years.

Relationships between families, siblings and neighbors are masterfully and empathetically described by a writer who takes the reader on an emotional ride.

This surprising gem of a novel is a symphony -- where the movements crescendo into an intense and moving reading experience. Bravo!




Where Nobody Knows Your Name: Life in the Minor Leagues of Baseball


by John Feinstein


John Feinstein gave readers an unprecedented view of the PGA Tour in A Good Walk Spoiled. He opened the door to an NCAA basketball locker room in his explosive bestseller A Season on the Brink. Now, turning his eye to our national pastime, sports journalist John Feinstein explores the colorful and mysterious world of minor-league baseball - a gateway through which all major-league players pass in their careers . . . hoping never to return.


Feinstein talks about his book with CBS Sports Radio host Andrew Bogusch