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Vampires these days are sorta lovelorn and wimpy. Not Guillermo del Toro's. His will suck you dry with a stinger-tipped tentacle. It's not really the kind of stuff teen girls want to read. But Del Toro, director of the Oscar-winning Pan's Labyrinth - as well as The Devil's Backbone, Blade II and the Hellboy series - isn't trying to appeal to the Stephenie Meyer set with his new novel. The first in a trilogy (co-written with author Chuck Hogan), The Strain opens with a plane that lands in New York City, lights off, windows...
Following the discussion, Tatar—also a professor of Germanic languages and literatures at Harvard—signed copies of her book. The theater later screened the children’s film Pan’s Labyrinth, which Tatar said captured many of the elements she wrote about in her book...
California Dreaming. Sycamore Mineral Springs Resort has more than 100 acres of forest, hills and meadows, plus hillside mineral spring hot tubs, a labyrinth, meditation gardens, a wellness center, pool and a gourmet restaurant. If that isn't enough to help you find your moment of zen, there's also the Pacific ocean, wineries and nearby golf courses to chill you out. The resort is also near Hearst Castle, which is worth a side trip - if you want to see how vacation living is really done. The resort's adventure package includes either an ATV rental, a half-day kayak...
When I started covering Latin America 20 years ago, a leftist source asked what books I'd read to help myself understand the region's manera de pensar, or psyche. I fidgeted and mentioned Octavio Paz's Labyrinth of Solitude. He shrugged. José Martí's Our America? Eh. How about everything by Gabriel García Márquez? (Although I had to admit that was to impress women.) He shook his head and handed me Eduardo Galeano's The Open Veins of Latin America - the same book Venezuelan President Hugo Chávez made a show...
...center of a labyrinth of canvasses, easels, stools, and drop cloths, Nancy Mitchnick—one of the only two studio painting teachers in the VES department—presides over her class on the third floor of the Carpenter Center. Pungent smells of fresh gesso mingle with turpentine while an eclectic mix of music sets the creative mood. With a couch and a makeshift kitchen, it is clear that many student painters view the studio as a sort of second home and Nancy, as she is fondly called, as a sort of stand-in mother. “Students...