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The debut novel in a “riveting” Prohibition-era crime series “for readers who follow Kelli Stanley’s Miranda Corbie series or Reed Farrel Coleman’s Moe Prager books” (Library Journal). On the streets of Prohibition-era New York, Jersey Leo is one of a kind. A biracial albino known as “Snowball,” he makes his living as a bartender at a mob-run speakeasy. Abandoned by his White mother and frowned upon by his Black father, a former boxing champ, Jersey’s about to discover why he was always warned against working at a dive bar owned by one of New York’s most notorious gangsters. Duped into purchasing counterfeit moonshine, or “sugar pop moon,” with his boss’s money, Jersey must go undercover to track down the bootlegger who took him in—before his boss does him in. The clues lead him to Philadelphia, where his attempt to lure out the cheat nearly gets him killed. With a price on his head, Jersey seeks help from the only man he can trust, his father. But as Jersey and his dad delve into the origins of the mysterious sugar pop moon, stunning secrets about Jersey’s past come to light—truths that could pave the way to a very different future for Jersey. . . . “Funny, poignant, and thrilling. A terrific read!” —Kevin Baker, bestselling author of Dreamland, Paradise Alley, and Strivers Row “Harsh as a slug of 190-proof moonshine.” —Rebecca Cantrell, New York Times–bestselling author of A City of Broken Glass “Authentic period, savvy style, and memorable characters.” —Kelli Stanley, award-winning author of City of Dragonsand City of Secrets “Sure to appeal to fans of Mickey Spillane, Raymond Chandler, and . . . Robert Fate’s edgy Baby Shark series.” —Booklist
Veronica Mars meets Star Trek In this humorous mashup of cozy mystery, science fiction, and space adventure. National bestselling author Diane Vallere sends you out of this world alongside the uniform lieutenant on an intergalactic cruise with and a dead body and plenty of suspects! SET PHASERS TO COZY! I had no business being here (unless you count aspirations and dreams). The career that once felt within my reach—cruise ship security—disappeared the day my dad was arrested for collusion with some shady people. Since then, I've been running the ice mine (begrudgingly) for my mom, both of us social pariahs in our community. But everything changed when the cruise ship's uniform lieutenant position opened up days before departure. It might sound shady, but I immediately uploaded bogus credentials onto the crew manifest to give me the job. Now to just lay low, do my job, and impress the captain. My plan was fine. Or, it would have been if I hadn't found a body in the uniform inventory closet after departure. Reporting it meant drawing attention to myself, the very opposite of laying low. When the head of security showed up to investigate, he threw me into the cruise ship's holding cell and my onboard status shifted from staff to prisoner. If I can’t expose the killer myself, I'll be bunking with my dad at the local space prison. Get ready for an extraterrestrial adventure that will have you on the edge of your seat with MURDER ON A MOON TREK! In this mind-bending outer space cozy mystery, follow the journey of Sylvia Stryker, a witty and unconventional half-human, half-alien hybrid, as she hacks her way into a job as uniform lieutenant aboard the Moon Unit, a luxurious space cruise ship traversing the starry expanse of the with her striking purple complexion and a knack for all things tech, is determined to prove her worth. But her aspirations take an unexpected turn when a crew member is found lifeless, and Sylvia becomes the prime suspect in the murder. With her future on the line, she must rely on her quick thinking and formidable hacking skills to unravel the Neptune, the hunky and enigmatic head of security aboard the Moon Unit who might be her biggest ally—if he'd stop trying to lock her away in the ship's holding cell. Adding to the mix is Sylvia's insufferably nasty boss and a stowaway alien with an insatiable curiosity. As Sylvia navigates the maze of clues and suspects, she must confront her own insecurities and prove that her purple skin doesn't define her worth. Can she uncover the truth behind the murder before the real culprit strikes again? In MURDER ON A MOON TREK author Diane Vallere weaves a captivating tale of intergalactic intrigue that will keep you guessing until the final page. With a cast of vibrant characters, including the ever-doomed "red shirts" and the mischievous Martians, this outer space cozy mystery is a delightful blend of humor, suspense, and otherworldly charm. Brace yourself for a cosmic adventure unlike any other! Previously published as FLY ME TO THE MOON. “Although I like to watch sci-fi, I'm not much into reading it, with a few exceptions. This book was one of those exceptions. It's as if Star Trek married a cozy...very well done! Read and enjoy!” – Reader "This is where Diane Vallere shines -- giving you the unexpected and yet exactly what you didn't even know you wanted. A galaxy of stars to the author!” -- Reader Read the whole Sylvia Stryker series today! 1. Murder on a Moon Trek 2. Scandal on a Moon Trek 3. Hijacked on a Moon Trek 4. Framed on a Moon Trek Is it a cozy mystery set in space, or an outer space with a cozy mystery? You decide! "I loved how Vallere combined science fiction, mystery, drama, and humor making this book very enjoyable and hard to put down." – Reader “I can't recommend this book enough to readers of any age or sex. It is a murder mystery. It is a spy story. It is a futuristic science fiction story. It is pure genius and entertaining from start to finish.” - Reader CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT: When Moon Unit 5 kicked off its inaugural trip from my home planet of Plunia, I expected the uniform closet to be stuffed to capacity. I just hadn’t expected it to be stuffed with a body. But here we were, light years from the space station where we’d departed, and instead of a closet of freshly laundered uniforms, I had a dead man. No matter how thoroughly I'd planned for today, I never could have planned for this. Maybe he wasn’t dead. Maybe he was tired. Maybe he’d had a late night partying before today’s departure and crawled into my uniform closet to take a nap. As unlikely as that explanation was, I wasn’t yet willing to accept the more probable reality. I knelt next to him and checked for a pulse on the side of his neck. His skin was cold to the touch, which was either due to his not-alive state or the twenty-degree difference between earthling temperatures (his) and Plunian temperatures (mine). In this case, it was both. No pulse, no breathing. A Code Blue. Moon Unit Corporation ran a fleet of cruise spaceships whose mission was to provide relaxing getaways to one of our galaxy’s moons. Ever since I’d learned they were reopening after years of inactivity, I’d fantasized about working for them. The fact that I’d hacked my records into their system was a minor technicality. My job was to manage the uniforms during the moon trek, and as long as I did my job and avoided ship security, my fantasy would become a reality. But this was bigger than managing uniforms. Regardless of the risks to me, I had to contact the bridge. I could send a general message over the staff communication network. I stepped away from the pile of spilled uniforms and shifted to the computer that sat above the console in the middle of the room. It was standard issue, a flat black folio with colorful buttons and a low-definition screen. Only the top members of the ship and paying passengers were given high-def equipment. For the rest of us, it was the bare minimum, Moon Unit Corporation’s way of making sure distractions didn’t surround us. To the right side of the computer was a clear plastic dome that protected a shiny red button that, despite learning about during emergency protocol training, I’d hoped never to have to use. This was a button message. I flipped the dome up and pressed the button. “Uniform Ward to the bridge. Lieutenant Sylvia Stryker reporting. There’s a situation in my ward.” “What kind of situation?” asked a female voice. It sounded like my immediate supervisor, Yeoman D’Nar. There was no official reason for her to be on the bridge during departure, but senior officers of the ship were given an open invitation to witness the launch with Captain Swift. D’Nar was exactly the type to insert herself where she wasn’t wanted. “I’m pretty sure it’s a Code Blue.” Pretty sure? I was completely sure. There was no doubt I was looking at a Code Blue. “Don’t be reckless. A Code Blue is serious. I think you made a mistake.” I bristled at her accusation but kept my voice in check. “It’s not a mistake. I memorized the codes last night.” “I don’t think you have a Code Blue. Check the BOP and report in as applicable.” The BOP—Book of Protocols—was a 237-page manual that outlined the proper method for handling everything from hydrating vacuum-packed meals to subordination expectations between low-level officers and high-ranking ones. Every ship in the galaxy had a BOP. Crew members were expected to know the rules and regulations of the ship, but the BOP existed as a backup when something unexpected happened. I picked up a small hand mirror from the nearby uniform alterations station and held it in front of the officer’s mouth. No condensation. Code Blue, alright. I hadn’t been lying about having memorized the list of codes from the BOP. I’d bought a used copy of an old Book of Protocols from the black market and studied it from cover to cover. No doubt it was outdated. The Moon Units 1-3 had had their share of trouble, and the problems with the Moon Unit 4 were still classified, but I had to start somewhere. I flipped through the pages of the Moon Unit 5 BOP, looking for an updated list of warning codes. Because my knowledge had come from the old BOP, I’d created a finding tool: a cross-reference of everything in the old manual and where to find it in the new one. I’d also had a copy of the BOP made and organized it the way I would if I were in charge of ship security. Someday, I would be. When people stopped judging me by what my dad had done before they arrested him and took him away. But today wasn’t someday, and even though the bridge blew off my call, I still had a problem that had nothing to do with uniform management. I studied the deceased officer. Who was he? A quick assessment of his uniform indicated his position and rank: red shirt, two bands circling his cuff, standard issue black pants, and gravity boots. Second navigation officer of Moon Unit 5. There were no visible wounds to indicate how he’d died. He wasn’t wearing an air purification helmet like I was, so I disconnected my inhalation tube from the oxygen tank under my uniform, held the tube in front of his mouth, and sniffed. Cherries and menthol. I reconnected the tube and then put my hand under his chin and opened his mouth wide. His tongue had a stripe of bright red down the middle like he’d been sucking on a throat lozenge. It was common practice among crew members during takeoff because frequent swallowing kept ears from plugging up. “What are you doing?” said a voice behind me. I turned my head and bumped my protective fiberglass bubble helmet on the closet door. My helmet bounced off the surface. I blinked a few times and then looked up. Uh-oh. Even if I’d been face to face with the man in the uniform ward, he would have towered over me. He had a bald head and dark, pointed eyebrows that shielded dark eyes. Long, straight nose and lips that were drawn in a line and turned down on the sides. His arms crossed in front of his body, and his biceps bulged below the hem of the short sleeves of his dark blue jumpsuit. My mind flashed over a series of facts and images I’d memorized before my official first day, and I reached one conclusion. This man was from the maintenance crew. My know-it-all boss must have told him I called in the wrong code and sent him here to clean up whatever mess I’d caused. “I’m Sylvia Stryker. I spoke with Yeoman D’Nar about a Code Blue. Did she send you?” He looked over my shoulder at the body. “Move,” he said. I stood quickly. The action triggered a bout of vertigo. I put my hand on my counter just behind where I’d left the open Book of Protocols. Yikes! If this guy saw that I’d torn apart and rearranged the protocol manual, he’d report me to ship security without a second thought. I moved a few inches to the left and turned around to block his view of the counter. “They must have notified you. You’re with maintenance, right?” His expression didn’t change. “I haven’t heard anything about a Code Blue.” “Oh.” I looked over my shoulder to where I’d moved the body. “Maybe the bridge was busy with takeoff.” Unlike my uniform, the muscular man’s didn’t have the Moon Unit insignia—a silver number 5 surrounded by circles on their axis like the rings around Saturn, all contained in an orange patch edged in black thread. It was the same insignia on my ID card and woven into the carpet in the employee lounge and on the cover of the BOP and every single uniform in the inventory closet. But it wasn’t on him. Still, the deceased officer deserved to be in a more honorable location than the inventory closet and I needed help moving him. But since there was the tiniest chance that ship security would uncover the fact that I hadn’t indeed been hired through proper channels and might be viewed as a stowaway on board the ship, I’d planned to lay low until we’d cleared the breakaway point in our moon trek. Maybe Yeoman D’Nar’s lack of urgency was a blessing in disguise. “He’s dead,” I said. “How?” “I don’t know. He was inside the uniform closet when I got here. I checked for a pulse but couldn’t find it.” “You need to notify the bridge.” “Well, duh,” I said. “I probably know the ship protocols better than you do. I contacted the bridge and told Yeoman D’Nar I had a Code Blue, but she didn’t believe me.” I looked at the body over the large man’s shoulder. “Can you help me move him? I have to prep for departure, and I can’t do that while he’s blocking my inventory.” The man’s back was to me, but he turned his head to the side so I could see his profile. His eyebrow raised again. He slipped his arms under the officer’s neck and knees and then stood up and lifted him like he was lifting a bag of potatoes. Plunia was filled with potato farms, and when I wasn’t working in the ice mines with my mom, I’d often played in the potato fields. I was pretty sure Plunian potatoes weighed a lot less than the second nav officer. The maintenance man set the body on the reclining bench alongside the inside wall of the uniform ward. He draped a dressing gown over him, covering his face and red shirt. The dressing gown was only so long, though, so the officer’s bottom half still showed. “Your ward is off limits,” the maintenance man said. “No!” I said. “I mean, this is my job on the ship. I expect today to be slow because everybody is probably wearing their best uniform, but still, if I don’t open the uniform ward, the crew will ask questions.” “Do you have something to hide?” he asked. I crossed my arms over my magenta uniform. “You ask a lot of questions for a janitor.” He seemed surprised, and then his lips pressed together, and the corners of his mouth turned up. “Why do you think I’m the janitor?” “I don’t recognize your uniform, and I know all the different ones on the ship. The only people on the ship wearing uniforms that don’t come from my ward are the janitorial crew.” The cabin doors swished open and a man in gray walked in. “Neptune, Captain Swift is waiting for you in engineering. He says the crack isn’t sealed.” “Neptune?” I asked. I looked back and forth between the new guy and the one who’d been asking all the questions. “I thought Neptune was the head of Moon Unit security division?” “I am,” the original man said. Oh, no. I’d heard about Neptune. He was the one person I’d been hoping to avoid. “Although Sci-fi isn't generally my choice of reads, I gave it a try simply because the author was Diane Vallere….I'm so glad I did….Just as you would expect, this is a totally FUN murder mystery that doesn't disappoint!” – Reader Keywords: outer space cozy mystery, humorous science fiction, unique cozy mysteries, cozy mystery, cozy mysteries, thriller, mystery, mystery series, alien, interstellar stories, outer space fiction, funny adventures, feisty female characters, fashionable mysteries, quirky characters, amateur sleuth, amateur detective, female sleuth, women detective, alien detective, mystery with humor, humorous mystery, mashups, science fiction mystery , crime, crime fiction, scifi, humorous scifi, humorous adventure, space adventure, space adventure with mystery, fantasy, paranormal, space adventure with romance, alien fiction, intergalactic, colonization, first contact, aliens, funny science fiction, cruise ship mystery, space travel cozy mystery, adventure, moon, moon mission, space academy, space academy dropout, space opera, amateur sleuth, main suspect, space cozy, unique cozy mystery, STEM, science, math, space trek, uniforms, space adventure, explore the galaxy, intergalactic, alien contact, alien adventure, strange new worlds, Ganymede adventure, free, free first in series, FFIS, free cozy mystery, free science fiction, free mashup, free space adventure, free scifi, alien main character, space academy dropout, clean, star trek, gerry anderson, ufo Join Diane's newsletter THE WEEKLY DIVA and never miss a new release! Sign up here: https://www.dianevallere.com/weekly-diva National bestselling author Diane Vallere writes funny and fashionable character-based mysteries. After two decades working for a top luxury retailer, she traded fashion accessories for accessories to murder. A past president of Sisters in Crime, Diane started her own detective agency at age ten and has maintained a passion for shoes, clues, and clothes ever since. Diane-Fans describe “her vintage Vallere goodness,” and say she is a “great storyteller” with “a way with creating strong female characters and intrigue” who is “a superb and very humorous writer.” Her gift of creating “spunky sleuths in fun settings” take readers to Dallas, Palm Springs, Los Angeles, Pennsylvania, and outer space. Drop in on Diane! Website: www.dianevallere.com Facebook: www.Facebook.com/dianevallereauthor Instagram: www.instagram.com/dianevallere ADDITIONAL BOOKS BY DIANE: Samantha Kidd Mysteries (funny, fashion-y mysteries with many mentions of pretzels) Designer Dirty Laundry Buyer, Beware The Brim Reaper Some Like It Haute Grand Theft Retro Pearls Gone Wild Cement Stilettos Panty Raid Union Jacked Slay Ride Tough Luxe Fahrenheit 501 Stark Raving Mod Gilt Trip Madison Night Mad for Mod Mysteries (cozy/traditional mysteries winking at Doris Day movies) Midnight Ice (Prequel) Pillow Stalk That Touch of Ink With Vics you get Eggroll The Decorator Who Knew Too Much The Pajama Frame Lover Come Hack Apprehend Me No Flowers Teacher's Threat The Kill of it All Love Me or Grieve Me Please Don't Push Up the Daisies Material Witness Mysteries (cozy) Suede to Rest Crushed Velvet Silk Stalkings Tulle Death Do Us Part Costume Shop Mysteries (cozy) A Disguise to Die For Masking for Trouble Dressed to Confess
Much has been written about the legendary flight of Apollo 11 and mankind’s first tentative steps into deep space. It’s often said that the world stopped, watching in awe as the crew of Apollo 11 completed their mission. It is true that in that moment, almost everyone had virtually gone to the moon as people around the world gazed in wonderment at the grainy black-and-white images of Neil Armstrong taking that first step onto the surface of another world. But that was a fleeting moment and just as quickly, the moment was gone– wars raged on, protestors filled the streets, and average Americans went back to their daily lives. Everyone’s Gone to the Moon is a week-by-week journey through July 1969, one of the most pivotal months in human history – in space and here on Earth. This unique book follows the crew of Apollo 11 and NASA as they prepare for the historic first lunar landing alongside the major global events buried beneath headlines covering the historic space mission. Interwoven with the story of Apollo 11 are the events on our home planet that made an equally important impact on who we were then and who we are today: the Life of Prince Charles was threatened by a terrorist attack in Wales; the storm dubbed the Ohio Fireworks Derecho ripped through the Midwest, killing dozens; the assassination of Kenyan Economic Minister Tom Myoba (of which Barack Obama Sr. was a key witness) undercut a nation just learning to stand on its own; Senator Ted Kennedy was involved in a mysterious accident in Chappaquiddick, Massachusetts; ARPANET, the first real “Internet” was unveiled; Monty Python was born; John Lennon and Paul McCartney released “Give Peace a Chance” during escalated Vietnam War tensions; Midnight Cowboy stunned the Academy Awards; and much more. Meanwhile, NASA was still scrambling. Everyone’s Gone to the Moon features little known behind-the-scenes stories of the moon landing like how NASA had to grapple with media, the technical issues that still plagued the lunar module, and how the prior crew of Apollo 10 suffered incredible itching from their spacesuits that needed correcting before Apollo 11 could even be launched. This deep dive into the Apollo 11 mission’s most crucial weeks and the little-known and rarely remembered events occurring simultaneously back on Earth gives a vivid new perspective to the month that launched humanity into the future.
Wolfing Down A Moon, a literary novel of 59,000 words, playing homage to the magical realism of Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Jorge Luis Borges, reflects on racism, police brutality, interracial romance in the late 20th Century, and whether Gecko, a former LA Police detective, can be redeemed for his transgressions. Soon after he retires to Joseph, a tiny Oregon town, Faith seduces Gecko into hunting for her father, a famous Latinx sculptor. Before Gecko heads off, he has long conversations with Faith about his humanity. A quest greater than any murder he ever confronted. A sculptor lost for days. A wife he suspects half-dead somewhere in the same Eagle Cap Wilderness. A disfigured young black man who brings a Motown like sensitivity to the tale. A wolf as a trickster—no less an enigma than Charles Tracking Elk—a Nam vet, medicine man, tai chi master. A daughter, a world class big wave surfer, Gecko meets 30 years after a brief love affair with a Centennial High cheerleader. Unlike bullets into a dead body, these encounters trigger emotional and spiritual discoveries he can live with. Coincidences become facts. Instincts more important than clues. What Gecko had denied himself as a cop, and what he relies on to find himself and the sculptor. In the end, back in Yosandro, east of LA, he saves a Latina girl from a debt owed to a Cartel-like Madam. After a leg amputated, a prosthetic to be filled with smack and fentanyl she must transport from Mexico to LA. Money made for cosmetic surgery for her older sister. Gecko stops her. She curls up on his lap and weeps. Gecko too.
Never underestimate the power of friendship. When Colie goes to spend the summer at the beach, she doesn’t expect much. But Colie didn’t count on meeting Morgan and Isabel. Through them, she learns what true friendship is all about, and finally starts to realize her potential. And that just might open the door to her first chance at love. . . . “A down-to-earth Cinderella story. . . captures that special feeling.” —The New York Post Also by Sarah Dessen: Along for the Ride Dreamland Just Listen Lock and Key The Moon and More Someone Like You That Summer This Lullaby The Truth About Forever What Happened to Goodbye
The latest sequel in the Prohibition-Era crime series is “hard-boiled enough to remind readers of Hammett and Chandler,” featuring the biracial bartender up against a corrupt cop (Kirkus Reviews). Jersey Leo knows what it means to be the underdog. After all, he’s the guy known on the streets as “Snowball,” a biracial albino working the bar at Philadelphia’s Ink Well, a Prohibition joint serving up moonshine to a mostly Black clientele. So when death row inmate Aaron Garvey calls to ask for one last favor, Jersey can’t say no. Aaron may be a convicted cop-killer, but he’s also the childhood friend who stood up to Jersey’s bullies. As a Black kid with the kind of colorless features only the mother who abandoned him could love, Jersey had a lot of enemies. And the numbers keep growing, though this time it’s crooked cops looking to break Jersey’s legs—or worse—after Aaron springs himself from prison just moments after he and Jersey share his last meal. But that doesn’t stop Jersey from hiding the escaped convict while he uncovers the real story about what happened that night Aaron pulled the trigger. Even Jersey’s father, a former boxing champ, is on his side this time, along with Jersey’s childhood crush, Myra Banks. With his dad in his corner and a good-looking dame on his arm, will Jersey uncover the truth before it’s too late? “Compelling. . . . Florio has an unerring feel for the era and people, and we believe in these characters. Readers will cheer for Leo, a tough guy with a heart of hurt.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review) “Hits a comfortable niche between hard-boiled and breezy.” —The Philadelphia Inquirer
One Nation Under Baseball by John Florio,Ouisie Shapiro Pdf
One Nation Under Baseball highlights the intersection between American society and America's pastime during the 1960s, when the hallmarks of the sport--fairness, competition, and mythology--came under scrutiny. John Florio and Ouisie Shapiro examine the events of the era that reshaped the game: the Koufax and Drysdale million-dollar holdout, the encroachment of television on newspaper coverage, the changing perception of ballplayers from mythic figures to overgrown boys, the arrival of the everyman Mets and their free-spirited fans, and the lawsuit brought against team owners by Curt Flood. One Nation Under Baseball brings to life the seminal figures of the era--including Bob Gibson, Marvin Miller, Tom Seaver, and Dick Young--richly portraying their roles during a decade of flux and uncertainty.
Doomed: Sacco, Vanzetti & the End of the American Dream by John Florio,Ouisie Shapiro Pdf
From John Florio and Emmy Award-winning writer Ouisie Shapiro comes a monumental YA nonfiction book about the heartbreaking case of Sacco and Vanzetti, two Italian immigrants who were wrongfully executed for murder. In the early 1920s, a Red Scare gripped America. Many of those targeted were Italians, Eastern Europeans, and other immigrants. When an armed robbery resulting in the death of two people broke headlines in Massachusetts, Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti—both Italian immigrants—were quick to be accused. A heated trial ensued, but through it all, the two men maintained their innocence. The controversial case quickly rippled past borders as it became increasingly clear that Sacco and Vanzetti were fated for a death sentence. Protests sprang up around the world to fight for their lives. Learn the tragic history we dare not repeat in Doomed: Sacco, Vanzetti, and the End of the American Dream, an action-packed, fast-paced nonfiction book filled with issues that still resonate today. Praise for Doomed “A riveting true crime story—but who are the criminals? As relevant today as it was a century ago.” - Steve Sheinkin, author of Bomb and Fallout
One Punch from the Promised Land by John Florio,Ouisie Shapiro Pdf
It was 1976 when Leon and Michael Spinks first punched their way into America’s living rooms. That year, they became the first brothers to win Olympic gold in the same Games. Shortly thereafter, they became the first brothers to win the heavyweight title: Leon toppled The Greatest, Muhammad Ali; Michael beat the unbeatable Larry Holmes. With a cast of characters that includes Ali, Holmes, Mike Tyson, Gerry Cooney, Dwight Qawi, Eddie Mustafa Muhammad and dozens of friends, relatives, and boxing figures, ONE PUNCH FROM THE PROMISED LAND tells the unlikely story of the Spinks brothers. Their rise from the Pruitt-Igoe housing disaster. Their divergent paths of success. And their relationship with America. The book also uncovers stories never before made public: the big paydays, the high living, the backroom deals. It’s not afraid to tackle an issue rarely discussed: Does the heavyweight title deliver on its promise to young men in the inner city? This is the definitive story of Leon and Michael Spinks. And a cross-examination of heavyweight boxing in 20th century America.
America’s black boxing champion. Hitler’s favorite athlete. And a world at war. Joe Louis was born on an Alabama cotton patch and raised in a Detroit ghetto. Max Schmeling grew up in poverty in Hamburg, Germany. For both boys, boxing was a way out and a way up. Little did they know someday they would face each other in a pair of battles that would capture the imagination of the world. In America, Joe was a symbol of hope to a nation of blacks yearning to participate in the American dream. In Germany, Max was made to symbolize the superiority of the Aryan race. The two men climbed through the ropes with the weight of their countries on their shoulders—and only one would leave victorious. The battles waged between Joe and Max still resonate today. War in the Ring is the story of these two outsized heroes, their lives, their careers, and the global conflict swirling around them.
Candy Fairies: 3 Caramel Moon by Helen Perelman Pdf
The crop of candy corns is shrinking! Is someone playing a trick? Mellie the Caramel Fairy and her friends will find out! At the Harvest Festival all the fairies expect to eat candy corn, but Mellie discovers that the Chuchies are back and have been digging in the fields, pulling up the candy corns before the fairies can collect them. Princess Lolli will see that the Chuchies learn a lesson, and Mellie and her friends harvest a new crop of candy corn just in time.
Prohibition and Bootlegging in the American West by Jeremy Agnew Pdf
Prohibition was imposed by eager temperance movements organizers who sought to shape public behavior through alcoholic beverage control in the 19th and early 20th centuries. The success of reformers' efforts resulted in National Prohibition in America from 1920 to 1933, but it also resulted in a thriving illegal business in the manufacture and distribution of illegal liquor. The history of Prohibition and the resulting illegal drinking is frequently told through the lens of crime and violence in Chicago and other major East Coast cities. Often neglected are the effects of Prohibition on the Western part of the United States and how Westerners rose to the challenge of avoiding the consequences of illegal drinking. Illegal liquor was imported from abroad, made in stills using strange ingredients that were sometimes poisonous to the unlucky drinker. This history includes stories ranging from serious to quirky, and provides an entertaining account of how misguided efforts resulted in numerous unintended consequences.
"Assassin of Youth" is a lyrical, digressive, funny, and ultimately riveting quasi-biography of a little known man: Harry J. Anslinger, the first commissioner of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics. The J. Edgar Hoover of pot busts, Anslinger played a major role in the creation of America s prohibitionist drug policy and the racist and ineffective carceral state that resulted. But Anslinger himself was dull, ordinary, a square. How then does Alexandra Chasin write his biography? Her treatment of Anslinger, his times, and the mentalities that arose and prevailed around and through him is part cultural history, part lyrical meditation, and only part biography. Each of her short chapters is anchored in a historical document a piece of legislation, a court decision, snatches of popular literature and the chapters engage with the voices, presumptions, insights, and blind spots of those documents to illuminate Anslinger and his world. "Assassin of Youth" is as riotous and loose a history of drug laws as can be imagined and yet, it is rooted in very close attention to language and context. Today, even as marijuana is slowly being legalized, we have not yet fully reckoned with the haze of influences and mentalities that have enabled our long embrace of severe punishments for drug possession and use. Alexandra Chasin here shows us the deep, twisted roots of our love and hatred of drugs of all sorts."
From the bestselling author of The Last Emperor comes this rip-roaring history of the government’s attempt to end America’s love affair with liquor—which failed miserably. On January 16, 1920, America went dry. For the next thirteen years, the Eighteenth Amendment prohibited the making, selling, or transportation of “intoxicating liquors,” heralding a new era of crime and corruption on all levels of society. Instead of eliminating alcohol, Prohibition spurred more drinking than ever before. Formerly law-abiding citizens brewed moonshine, became rum- runners, and frequented speakeasies. Druggists, who could dispense “medicinal quantities” of alcohol, found their customer base exploding overnight. So many people from all walks of life defied the ban that Will Rogers famously quipped, “Prohibition is better than no liquor at all.” Here is the full, rollicking story of those tumultuous days, from the flappers of the Jazz Age and the “beautiful and the damned” who drank their lives away in smoky speakeasies to bootlegging gangsters—Pretty Boy Floyd, Bonnie and Clyde, Al Capone—and the notorious St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. Edward Behr paints a portrait of an era that changed the country forever.
