Jules Verne was unquestionably imaginative: a science-fiction pioneer. And yet … “Verne may be a master of sorts, but he is not a master of high art. A casual reader, even in English translation, can see that Verne’s prose is rarely more than serviceable and that it gets overheated when he presumes to court eloquence … Each of Verne’s heroes is a nonpareil, the most remarkable man in the world—as long as the reader is immersed in his particular story.”
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Jules Verne was unquestionably imaginative: a science-fiction pioneer. And yet … “Verne may be a master of sorts, but he is not a master of high art. A casual reader, even in English translation, can see that Verne’s prose is rarely more than serviceable and that it gets overheated when he presumes to court eloquence … Each of Verne’s heroes is a nonpareil, the most remarkable man in the world—as long as the reader is immersed in his particular story.”

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“After the match, Löw divulged to the press that he told Götze to go out there and show the world that he’s as good as Messi. Götze must not have heard him. He showed the world he was as good as Andrés Iniesta, who to this very day still receives a standing ovation from fan and foe alike in every Spanish stadium.”
Rowan Ricardo Phillips looks back on the 2014 World Cup.

“After the match, Löw divulged to the press that he told Götze to go out there and show the world that he’s as good as Messi. Götze must not have heard him. He showed the world he was as good as Andrés Iniesta, who to this very day still receives a standing ovation from fan and foe alike in every Spanish stadium.”

Rowan Ricardo Phillips looks back on the 2014 World Cup.

Praise for a Color
Yellow infers from itself papayas and their pulp,penetrable yellow.At noon: bees, sweet stinger and honey.Whole eggs and their nucleus, the ovum.This interior thing, miniscule.From the blackness of the blind viscera,hot and yellow, the miniscule speck,the luminous grain.Yellow spreads and smooths, a downpourof the pure light of its name,tropicordial.Yellow turns on, turns up the heat,a charmed flute,an oboe in Bach.Yellow engenders.
—Adélia Prado. Art: Helen Frankenthaler.

Praise for a Color

Yellow infers from itself papayas and their pulp,
penetrable yellow.
At noon: bees, sweet stinger and honey.
Whole eggs and their nucleus, the ovum.
This interior thing, miniscule.
From the blackness of the blind viscera,
hot and yellow, the miniscule speck,
the luminous grain.
Yellow spreads and smooths, a downpour
of the pure light of its name,
tropicordial.
Yellow turns on, turns up the heat,
a charmed flute,
an oboe in Bach.
Yellow engenders.

Adélia Prado. Art: Helen Frankenthaler.