Bøger af Walter Moore

Did you know that a can of Campbell's tomato soup was a mere 11 cents in 1967? What about the fact that eggs were just 38 cents per dozen and a Hershey chocolate bar only five cents? 1967 certainly had a cost of living that might make you want to invent the first time machine, although we must remember that the minimum wage was just $1.40 per hour and the average annual income was $7,300. Yes, it was an entirely different world. 1967 was a memorable year in the United States, in every area of culture and society. While young people and "hippies" established the counterculture and "Summer of Love" while protesting the Vietnam War, a wide variety of influential movies, music, and books were released to critical and popular acclaim. This exciting book has sections on: Political players of the periodCost of livingAverage incomeImportant events of the yearCelebrities born in 1967Top MoviesTop MusicTop BooksTop Sports The Great Book of 1967 is a fantastic birthday gift for friends who were born in 1967. They will be thrilled to find how many of the celebrities we love today were born in the same year. Will Farrell, Faith Hill, Julia Roberts, Nicole Kidman, Jamie Foxx, and Laura Dern? All 1967 babies! This incredible book is also a great choice for anyone who is interested in 20th-century popular culture and history.

"This ain't Dickens. But maybe you will like it. In this dark confessional comedy/light blowhard drama (though probably more sad than anything), our main guy and struggling lunatic Bjorn -American drifter with his G.E.D., sometimes bartender, recreational poet, terrible Buddhist - tells his short-sweet story from a quiet Colorado mountain town. Looking back to a few shit days the summer before, Bjorn unearths how his good friend, a professional soccer player who sat on the bench with glory and a crap haircut, has died. A story of why, during these few shit days, this weekend plus overtime, Bjorn, as he spouts it, had to return to his home city of Houston, Texas: to reconnect, to see if his memories match up-with his alcoholic father and everything else. Bjorn's return to associated bizarro hellishness is not Dante's Inferno, but this is Houston after all: the country's fourth-largest city that, in recent memory, has been designated the nation's most obese, most polluted, and with the worst traffic-a convoluted mess of a sometimes nightmarish concrete and sin-strewn sprawl, denigrated by the constant wet hot humid piss of a Texas beast . . . loooooong ways from perfection . . . yet, Bjorn, in his Return to Houston, has to reconcile this confusion. He has to forgive his return. Along the way he learns some things. And along the way he chooses to let it go. Breathe it out. You can go home again, and it fucking blows . . . mostly . . . but, as he comes to realize, beatitude and mercy are in the blow"--

Erwin Schrodinger was a brilliant and charming Austrian, a great scientist, and a man with a passionate interest in people and ideas. In this, the first comprehensive biography of Schrodinger, Walter Moore draws upon recollections of Schrodinger's friends, family and colleagues, and on contemporary records, letters and diaries. Schrodinger's life is portrayed against the backdrop of Europe at a time of change and unrest. His best known scientific work was the discovery of wave mechanics, for which he was awarded the Nobel prize in 1933. Schrodinger led a very intense life, both in his scientific research and in his personal life. Walter Moore has written a highly readable biography of this fascinating and complex man, which will appeal not only to scientists but to anyone interested in the history of our times, and in the life and thought of one of the great men of twentieth-century science.

Walter Moore's my lungs are a dive bar offers gritty and tender poems-poems of empathy and punkish, neo-beat irony. A homeless person who gives you a cigarette. Corey Van Landingham writes, "This is the voice of a casual prophet, a rapscallion, a hoarse cough in the back of a dark bar, a bloodied knuckle dragging across an iron window grate"