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This book discusses multilingual postcolonial common law, focusing on Malaysia's efforts to shift the language of law from English to Malay, and weighing the pros and cons of planned language shift as a solution to language-based disadvantage before the law in jurisdictions where the majority of citizens lack proficiency in the traditional legal medium. Through analysis of legislation and policy documents, interviews with lawyers, law students and law lecturers, and observations of court proceedings and law lectures, the book reflects on what is entailed in changing the language of the law. It reviews the implications of societal bilingualism for postcolonial justice systems, and raises an important question for language planners to consider: if the language of the law is changed, what else about the law changes?
Ein glanzend erzahlter groer Familienroman uber den Traum vom gesellschaftlichen Aufstieg. Dieser Roman, der die Zeitspanne eines Jahrhunderts umfat, beginnt im Jahre 1857; Margaret O'Donnell, eine junge Irin, wandert in die Neue Welt ein, um in Philadelphia ihr Gluck zu versuchen. Ihr Urenkel Anthony Lawrence erreicht als angesehener Rechtsanwalt schlielich all das, was den Generationen vor ihm versagt geblieben ist. Richard Powell schrieb daruber einen faszinierenden Roman voller Humor und Dramatik.
Der Suddeutsche Rundfunk nannte diesen Roman "e;eine glanzende Parodie auf das Gangsterwesen - eine Satire auf den Wohlfahrtsstaat und auf das Pioniertum."e;
Andy Blake's idea of a pleasant evening was to stretch out in a deck chair, wriggle his feet into a pair of old slippers, and sip an old-fashioned. For this recipe he had, unfortunately, one too many ingredients: his wife, Arab.Arab's idea of fun and games was to be shot out of cannons, to participate in mob massacres, or to explore haunted houses. Any menace lurking within ten miles of Arab didn't stand a chance of getting along without her.It was therefore inevitable that the Blakes should go out for an evening stroll in their quiet Washington suburb, and wind up a couple days later securely tied to a bedpost in a burning building.In the interval they are shot at, stabbed at, garroted at, and made uncomfortable in a variety of rather unusual ways. They find a priceless Renaissance pendant, a young man who is a genius at both silver-smithing and murder, and a foreigner who does nothing all day but converse with a phonograph.In other words, Shoot If You Must displays the Blakes at top formwith Arab, as usual, sticking her nose into other people's business (and a very nasty business it is!), and Andy preventing it from being shot off her face by the greatest exhibition of reluctant bravery on record. As Andy says: ';The gun hasn't been made that can hit me. I shake so much nobody can figure where to aim.'Readers shake too, at the most wonderful combination of wit and wickedness since they last met Arab and Andy in Don't Catch Me, All Over But the Shooting, and Lay That Pistol Down.
What you're starting to read now is called a jacket blurb. Its purpose is to tell you enough about the book to steam you up into reading it. Jacket blurbs are usually written by publishers, and sometimes they fib a little about how wonderful the book is.But this time the publisher asked me, the author, to write the blurb. I suppose that, after publishing nine other Powell novels, Simon and Schuster feel I ought to do my own exaggerating for a change. So let's get that over with: ';This is a magnificent book and you'll love every word of it.' Now we can relax.This is a mystery novel. The hero is a young Philadelphia art dealer who gets mixed up in dirty work in the field of art collecting. Maybe I shouldn't call him a hero. If he ever did have the usual mystery story hero's nerves of steel and muscles of iron, they certainly got badly rusted. He's slow and cautious. In fact the guy admits that, in the great race of life, he's just along for the walk. He gets scared in tough spots. I felt sorry about shoving him into so much trouble, even though I did give him a jet-propelled blonde heroine as a sort of workmen's compensation for his injuries. Still and all, there are easier ways of winning a pretty blonde than by battling strong-arm guys, gunmen and a murderer, and I think my hero would have preferred them. I know I would.This story took a lot of research. I read stacks of art books, and talked to artists and dealers. I prowled through museums peering at famous paintings through a magnifying glass. My new knowledge even impresses my artist friends, and it's mighty hard for a writer to impress an artist. To most artists, a writer is a vandal who takes white space that could be used for pictures and clutters it up with words.I've tried to get some of the flavor of Philadelphia into the book. That's an elusive thing to pin down in words, but here's an example of what Philadelphia is like. In most cities, if you owned a valuable old Chippendale chair, you would call everyone's attention to your prize. In Philadelphia, you would sit in it.I hope you like the book. Don't try to please me by saying you stayed up after midnight finishing it, though. It never seems fair to me that people can read in just a few hours something that took me a year to write.--Richard Powell
Antique dealer Andy Blake and his sharpshooting wife Arab stumble across a faux antique chair - and end up tangling with Nazi-obsessed millionaire, a gregarious gunman, a rival antique dealer, and bombshell blonde.
Perhaps only a temporary separation from Arab and Andy? For this, along the Kelland peace-at-any-price-hero formula tells of Pete Cameron's attempts to learn the truth about the loss of his father's resort at Redfish Bay. But supersmart, impetuous Joan leads him into unwanted, active trouble, immediate danger and the solution of a killing. High spirited, high jinks in Florida.
Fifteen minutes after Arab Blake joined her husband Andy in Washington, she managed to get him conked into insensibility. And the moment he rose from the sidewalk he found himself entangled in a spine-tingling spyhunt!The trail led to the strange house on Q Street from which War Department workers vanished into thin air. It took Andy to a barricaded cellar from which he escaped by pretending to be a corpse.And it brought him finally to a secret radio sending station on a deserted strip of New Jersey coast, where anything could happenand plenty did!As usual, the lid is off whenever lovely Arab Blake is on the loose. And in All Over But the Shootinga riotous mystery novel if ever there was oneArab actually surpasses her past achievements!
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