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Mary Jane Oliver (September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019) was an American poet who won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. She found inspiration for her work in nature and had a lifelong habit of solitary walks in the wild.
The Bhimbetka rock shelters are an archaeological site in central India that spans the Paleolithic and Mesolithic periods, as well as the historic period. [ 1 ] [ 2 ] It exhibits the earliest traces of human life in India and evidence of the Stone Age starting at the site in Acheulian times.
The Namesake (2003) is the debut novel by British-American author Jhumpa Lahiri. It was originally published in The New Yorker and was later expanded to a full-length novel. It explores many of the same emotional and cultural themes as Lahiri's Pulitzer Prize -winning short story collection Interpreter of Maladies .
Madame Bovary (/ ˈ b oʊ v ə r i /; [1] French: [madam bɔvaʁi]), originally published as Madame Bovary: Provincial Manners (French: Madame Bovary: Mœurs de province [madam bɔvaʁi mœʁ(s) də pʁɔvɛ̃s]), is a novel by French writer Gustave Flaubert, published in 1857.
In Blackwater Woods is a free verse poem written by Mary Oliver (1935–2019). The poem was first published in 1983 in her collection American Primitive , which won the 1984 Pulitzer Prize . [ 1 ] The poem, like much of Oliver's work, uses imagery of nature to make a statement about human experience.
A Dweller on Two Planets, or The Dividing of the Way is a book written by Frederick Spencer Oliver (1866–1899). The book was finished in 1886, typewritten and copyrighted in 1894, and again in 1899 owing to an addition. It was not published until 1905 by his mother Mary Elizabeth Manley-Oliver, six years after Oliver's death. [1]
Mary: A Fiction is the only complete novel by 18th-century British feminist Mary Wollstonecraft. It tells the tragic story of a woman's successive " romantic friendships " [ 1 ] with a woman and a man.
The famous opening line of Edward Bulwer-Lytton's (anonymous) novel, Paul Clifford, published this year, begins: "It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the ...