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This illustrated look at nineteenth-century New England architecture was named a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year. This book, from the award-winning author of The Way Things Work, takes readers of all ages on a journey through a fictional mill town called Wicksbridge. With words and pictures, David Macaulay reveals fascinating details about the planning, construction, and operation of the mills—and gives us a powerful sense of the day-to-day lives of Americans in this era. “His imaginary mills in an imaginary town in Rhode Island, and the generations of people who built and ran them, come to life.” —The New York Times
Winner of the 2021 Rachel Carson Environmental Book Award Winner of the 2021 Maine Literary Award for Nonfiction Finalist for the 2020 National Book Critics John Leonard Prize for Best First Book Finalist for the 2021 New England Society Book Award Finalist for the 2021 New England Independent Booksellers Association Award A New York Times Editors’ Choice and Chicago Tribune top book for 2020 “Mill Town is the book of a lifetime; a deep-drilling, quick-moving, heartbreaking story. Scathing and tender, it lifts often into poetry, but comes down hard when it must. Through it all runs the river: sluggish, ancient, dangerous, freighted with America’s sins.” —Robert Macfarlane, author of Underland Kerri Arsenault grew up in the small, rural town of Mexico, Maine, where for over 100 years the community orbited around a paper mill that provided jobs for nearly everyone in town, including three generations of her family. Kerri had a happy childhood, but years after she moved away, she realized the price she paid for that childhood. The price everyone paid. The mill, while providing the social and economic cohesion for the community, also contributed to its demise. Mill Town is a book of narrative nonfiction, investigative memoir, and cultural criticism that illuminates the rise and collapse of the working-class, the hazards of loving and leaving home, and the ambiguous nature of toxics and disease with the central question; Who or what are we willing to sacrifice for our own survival?
The old mill and the barn animals go through a stormy night.
John Stuart Mill’s Utilitarianism is a philosophical defense of utilitarianism, a moral theory stating that right actions are those that tend to promote overall happiness. The essay first appeared as a series of articles published in Fraser’s Magazine in 1861; the articles were collected and reprinted as a single book in 1863. Mill discusses utilitarianism in some of his other works, including On Liberty and The Subjection of Women, but Utilitarianism contains his only sustained defence of the theory. In this Broadview Edition, Colin Heydt provides a substantial introduction that will enable readers to understand better the polemical context for Utilitarianism. Heydt shows, for example, how Mill’s moral philosophy grew out of political engagement, rather than exclusively out of a speculative interest in determining the nature of morality. Appendices include precedents to Mill’s work, reactions to Utilitarianism, and related writings by Mill.
"Murder at the Mill by M. B. Shaw is a great sweeping adventure. Ideal for holiday reading." —M. C. Beaton, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author "A rich, mystery debut" —Kirkus Starred Review A picture hides a thousand lies... And only Iris Grey can uncover the truth. Iris Grey rents a quaint cottage in a picture-perfect Hampshire village, looking to escape from her crumbling marriage. She is drawn to the neighboring Wetherby family, and is commissioned to paint a portrait of Dominic Wetherby, a celebrated crime writer. At the Wetherby's Christmas Eve party, the mulled wine is in full flow - but so are tensions and rivalries among the guests. On Christmas Day, the youngest member of the Wetherby family, Lorcan, finds a body in the water. A tragic accident? Or a deadly crime? With the snow falling, Iris enters a world of village gossip, romantic intrigue, buried secrets, and murder.
NOW A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES I hope, for your sake, that you have not chosen to read this book because you are in the mood for a pleasant experience. If this is the case, I advise you to put this book down instantaneously, because of all the books describing the unhappy lives of the Baudelaire orphans, The Miserable Mill might be the unhappiest yet. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire are sent to Paltryville to work in a lumber mill, and they find disaster and misfortune lurking behind every log. The pages of this book, I'm sorry to inform you, contain such unpleasantries as a giant pincher machine, a bad casserole, a man with a cloud of smoke where his head should be, a hypnotist, a terrible accident resulting in injury, and coupons. I have promised to write down the entire history of these three poor children, but you haven't, so if you prefer stories that are more heartwarming, please feel free to make another selection. With all due respect, Lemony Snicket
Teenage detectives Frank and Joe Hardy investigate a case of counterfeiting.
John Stuart Mill investigates the central elements of the 19th century philosopher’s most profound and influential works, from On Liberty to Utilitarianism and The Subjection of Women. Through close analysis of his primary works, it reveals the very heart of the thinker’s ideas, and examines them in the context of utilitarianism, liberalism and the British empiricism prevalent in Mill’s day. • Presents an analysis of the full range of Mill’s primary writings, getting to the core of the philosopher’s ideas. • Examines the central elements of Mill’s writings in easily accessible prose • Places Mill’s work and thought within the larger cultural and social context of 19th century Britain • Illustrates the continued relevance of Mill’s philosophy to today’s reader
Chapter One The sky was a bright blue, and there was not a cloud to be seen anywhere. A soft warm southerly breeze was blowing. I paused in my labors to look around. The hills were sprinkled with the bloom of Rhododendrons, pinks, and purple with a scattering of white. There were the deeper pinks mountain Laurel; mixed with an abundance of wild flowers of every variety. It was a fine day! A soft warm southerly breeze brought the aroma of fresh baked bread, blend¬ed with the cherry and hickory from the fire where Paw was clearing stumps for a corn field for next year, and the unmistakable pleasing smell of honeysuckle. I could see a thin trace of smoke from the fire where he was burning brush and logs on top of the stumps. I William Lee Staulworth was a man by some folk's standards, for I was big for my age. I was used to good hard work and it had filled me out all over. I stood five feet and ten inches tall in my bare feet, and weighted around one hundred and sixty pounds. With brown sandy colored hair that hung to my shoulders, and slate blue-green eyes. Paw always said, "I would be a big man and stand well over six feet tall". He said, "six feet and over ran strong in our family". I will be sixteen next spring, on the fifth day of April, 1734. I had been mowing hay with a mowing scythe in the north bottom since just after sun rise this morning. Paw and his older brother Obadiah had cleared this bottom two years ago. Now there was a good stand of grass growing on it, and it would take all the hay we could put up, to winter feed two milk cows and Paw's team of horses. We had moved into this little valley up in the blue hills of Virginia two years ago, after Paw's father had died. We buried him down by the mouth of what some folks called Cherry creek, under a huge oak tree. That's where we had buried Paw's Mother a few years earlier. She died from the Small Pox epidemic in the spring of 1731, which ran rampart from New Orleans to Boston. Some folks had called it, "The American Plague"! Paw carved their names in that old tree; it took him half a day For him do it, but it was a good job of carving letters. Paw could read his letters and so could Maw. They would read to us after supper and all the chores were done, they would read from the family Bible and sometimes from one of the other three books Paw kept in the old chest. They must have had some kind of learning? Where or when they did not say nor did I ask. Paw spoke little about the history of our family, of who we were, but he did say, "We were an old and proud family used to hard work, and we were honest people". Paw had told us, "those who carried our name were often hunted down and killed, for we had a common enemy"! He wouldn't talk much more than that about whom our enemy might be, or why. Paw had to sell his fathers place to pay off debts, after his father had died, and there was very little left. That's when we moved into this little valley nestled in among these blue hills of Virginia. His older brother Obadiah, just up and took off one day last fall, saying he was going to look to the setting sun. No one has heard anything about him since. Paw had trailed him for a week before he finally lost his trail. Paw said, "He had fol¬lowed his trail over the mountains to a big river flowing south-westerly, where he lost his trail". I had often looked towards those western mountains and wondered what lay on the other side, and beyond. When we were lucky enough to have visitors, Maw would insist they stay for supper. After which we would all sit around and listen as they told stories of far off land's and of the going on down in the tide-water country back east. That's what folks called it. Sometimes someone would mention the name Claiborne's, and I could see Paw stiffen up a bit, and then glance towards Maw. She would stop and give Paw a strange look, but they never mentioned it, that I recall, but it was a thing to remember! Our life was good