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The seven volumes of In Search of Lost Time have been translated into more than a dozen languages, including several different English versions, but the twelve volumes of A Dance to the Music of Time have been translated into only three other languages. There have been more than three thousand books written about Proust but less than a dozen written about Powell. This book seeks to compare the two novels and the two novelists, and attempt to explain or at least explore the disparity in their respective receptions."

desperate L.A. professional couple, unable to have children, arrange to buy the unborn baby of a dirt-poor Louisiana pair. Emotions run high and relationships hang by a thread in this passionate and heartbreaking Off-Broadway drama by Mad Men writer Jane Anderson.

"Dance of Death" is a prose poem in which Death laments over the cruel task God has given him. Engaging in a dialogue with Satan, and later Nero as one of Satan's first minions, Death suggests that of the two of them, Satan has the more enviable lot, as his work will one day be done and he will have rest. "Dance of Death" is impregnated with the spirit of romanticism, which had a powerful hold on the mind of Flaubert at the time of its writing. Its florid prose makes it a very interesting curiosity for the reader wishing to know a younger Flaubert, who would only later become the famous author of Madame Bovary.

Known as "the most important 'minority' U.S. poet since Langston Hughes" ( Booklist), Martin Espada has entranced hundres of audiences across the country, at college campuses, prisons, churches, even a tortilla factory and a boxing gym, but Now the Dead Will Dance the Mambo is his first audio collection of poems. Many of these poems arise from his Puerto Rican heritage and his work experiences, ranging from bouncer to tenant lawyer.

Naces, creces, amas, te rompen, aprendes y no mueres hasta que alguien deja de quererte. Estos poemas son la historia de Ella, la que fue callada porque sus gritos resonaban demasiado alto. Ella, que dejó de ser suya porque quien debía liberar su sonrisa, la acabó enjaulando y aplastando contra el asfalto. Sola, fue capaz de levantarse, de mirar a la cara a su pasado y decirle: «No me has vencido, soy indestructible». Ahora que ya bailas, el mundo entero va a quedarse a tus pies y donde antes había silencio ahora habrá música. La tuya. Atrévete a escucharla.