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SAPIENS

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Declaring today #FoxyFriday because the latest book in the University of Wales Press / University of Chicago Press Medieval Animals series arrived in the post today: Introducing the Medieval Fox!

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1967. University of Chicago Press edition, 2010. Cover design and illustration by David Drummond.

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Book Review: The Orange Tree by Dong Li

Book Review: The Orange Tree by Dong Li @NetGalley @UChicagoPress #BookReview #NetGalley #Poetry #BookTwt

Thank you NetGalley and University of Chicago Press for the chance to read and review the ARC for The Orange Tree by Dong Li Mini Review I’m not a good poetry reviewer. People know how to write poetry reviews but I don’t! I think it would be more meaningful for me to link you guys to The Orange Tree, which aside from being the title is also the name of a poem by the writer. The Orange Tree by…

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Free ebook!

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William Palmer Johnston, Melville's Billy Budd at 100, Frontispiece Illustration by Barry Moser, The Grolier Club, New York, NY / University of Chicago Press, Chicago, IL, 2024

Exhibitions: Melville’s Billy Budd at 100, The Grolier Club, September 12 – November 9, 2024; Oberlin College & Conservatory Libraries, Oberlin, OH, November 17 – December 20, 2024

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kim dhillon: "counter-texts. language in contemporary art"

kim dhillon: “counter-texts. language in contemporary art”

Sandro Ricaldone Kim DhillonCounter-TextsLanguage in Contemporary Art University of Chicago Press, 2022 In Counter-Texts, Kim Dhillon provides a much-needed critical reassessment of written language in contemporary art. Considering the politics, aesthetics, and ethics of language, Dhillon explores artworks that use inscribed language, with a particular focus on works that challenge dominant…

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Everything about everybody is nothing but diversion from death: Yes by Thomas Bernard

Everything about everybody is nothing but diversion from death: Yes by Thomas Bernard @UChicagoPress #germanlitmonth

One would never accuse Thomas Bernhard of being a cheerful, optimistic writer—his fiction tends to themes of isolation, human misery and the deterioration of modern society. But that’s not to say he isn’t funny. His characters are typically wildly eccentric, usually scientists or scholars of some kind, with musical and/or philosophical inclinations. Yes, his fifth novel, originally published in…

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BlueSky post from Kara Jorgensen, @authorkaraj.bsky.social, dated July 30, 2024 at 10:18 AM

Getting 8 academic ebooks for like $50 has me like [hot face emoji] in a good way. University of Chicago Press has ebooks for 75% off with the code EBOOK75 until the end of the week. /end image caption]

helping this escape containment

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Norval Morris and Gordon Hawkins - The Honest Politician's Guide to Crime Control - The University of Chicago Press - 1970

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gonna do an annoying information professional behavior but i find this stuff shocking and imo academics should have to take a little two credit ip course

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Redbird alums Joe Murphy ’82 and Lori (Cavallini) Campione ’80 are coming to Washington, D.C.

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Murphy and Campione received five-star treatment sharing a dressing room with performers like six-time Grammy Award-winner Dionne Warwick and award-winning actor, singer, songwriter, and producer Darren Criss.

“We were in the green room with these big-name celebrities, but before we knew it, they turned the tables on us and were asking us for selfies. We thought they were the rock stars but they thought we were,” said Campione.

After talking with Criss, the Glee alum offered to make a video for Murphy’s daughter, who is a huge fan. Then, the tables were turned on Murphy and Campione once again when they made a video from Santa and Mrs. Claus for Criss’ daughter. This friendship then led to Murphy and Campione being invited on stage at one of Criss’ concerts in the weeks following the tree lighting. It’s safe to say these two make an impact on everyone they meet.

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shout out to Michael from Chicago university press for having the nicest voice

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Herman Melville, (1924, 1962, 2017), Billy Budd, Sailor (An Inside Narrative), Edited from the Manuscript with Introduction and Notes by Harrison Hayford and Merton M. Sealts, Jr., Phoenix Books, The University of Chicago Press, Chicago, IL, and London, 1962

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wanna be yours

18+. smut. voyeurism ig? eddie, steve and reader are all freaky little fucks;) steddie x reader.

this is just something short and sweet to ease myself back into posting lol. idk if anyone read my post, but i will be going ahead with my plans for a spooky week on my blog!! i'm super excited about it!!!! i need to organise everything but when everything is finalised, i'll update you all :)⋅

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eddie had known he and steve were never going to be the best of friends, that was clear from the moment he’d moved in. 

donning a basketball and a polo shirt rather than a bass guitar and an amp. 

when his girlfriend had started coming around, he didn’t think she liked him much either. 

there wasn’t a day where you weren’t arguing or bickering over something stupid.  

eddie just kept his head down, sliding his headphones over his ears instead of listening to the yelling. 

he did that a lot while you were around, keeping his head low so as to not make it completely obvious that he had a serious boner for you. 

he doesn’t think that steve was the type to take lightly to something like that, more likely to beat his ass than to fist bump over your appearance. 

well. 

maybe you’d caught him looking a few times. gormless in staring at your tight jeans or the tiny skirts you went out in. but that was all. 

you’d usually smile a little, maybe even twirl to give him a better view and then flounce out of the door on steve’s arm. 

but now, his eyes stay clamped shut. 

he’s not stupid. 

the blanket rustles in a certain way when you’re doing something you’re not supposed to be. 

contrary to popular belief, eddie had had sex before. he knew about the little sighs and muffled grunts, that’s why he could tell instantly what was happening five feet away from his bed. 

you whisper something to steve, too mumbled for eddie to really make it out. 

“nah.. he’s asleep,” steve reassures, louder than you had been. 

he wasn’t. but he doesn’t want to look now, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and attempting to control his rapid breathing. 

the mattress creaks as steve pulls your body closer, his chest pressed against your back as his hand fusses with your tiny pajama shorts. 

you exhale softly, signaling that this was no longer just a raunchy make out session and instead a manifestation of both his biggest dream and worst nightmare. 

there’s not much you can do on a university of chicago single bed. but you were sure giving it a try. 

“shit,” your voice shudders, now accompanied by the unmistakable sound of skin against skin.

eddie doesn’t mean to, honest. 

but his eyes flicker, forcing themselves open to witness the x-rated scene in front of him. he can’t help it, his mind going positively crazy trying to picture what was happening. 

he just needed a reference image, something to help him fall asleep. 

you’re already looking back, eyelids flitting shut with every stroke of steve’s cock, your mouth hung open with wetted lips. 

he can’t pull his eyes away. not with your gaze solidly meeting his, not when you were already looking at him. 

your lips quirk into a smile, throwing your head back against steve’s shoulder but your eyes steady on him. 

the blanket bobs up and down, consistent with the rhythm of the old squeaking mattress and steve’s low grunts. his face buried into the back of your neck, acting as a muzzle. 

his hand snakes around your body, fist wrapping around your exposed neck. 

eddie almost chokes on his breath, his fingers curling around his blanket. his cock was throbbing at this point, aching in his tight boxers. 

fuuuck. 

how is he even in this situation? he should be out partying or pulling an all-nighter in the library or maybe even meeting his very own girlfriend. 

no. 

he’s laid up watching his roommate fuck his girlfriend instead. 

your eyes glitter in the low light, just before you pull out the big guns. 

“oh fuuck steve,” breathlessly whining into the room, zero regard to the volume of your mewls. 

steve hums, the hand that enveloped your neck now sliding down slowly to your tits, grabbing hungrily at the flesh. 

eddie’s own hand palms at his skin, pawing pathetically at his thigh in a bid to divert some of the blood rushing to his dick, elsewhere. 

steve’s pace fastens, his own moans getting louder, deeper even. his mouth sucking at the taut skin of your neck. 

you weren’t trying to hide it anymore, blinking slowly as steve pounds into you. the headboard now joining in on the chorus of sounds, repetitive and loud in the otherwise quiet room. 

eddie’s cock twitches, forcing a strangled huff from his throat. he needed to touch you, badly. fingernails leaving half-moon markings in his thigh, counteracting the gnawing ache settling in his cock. 

what steve does next very nearly sends eddie to fucking mars. 

his hand leaves your chest, sliding back up your neck, his middle and fore finger circle your glossy lips before sliding slowly into your mouth. 

holy fucking shit. 

“just like that, honey,” steve coos, his lips cock to the side.

he’s known this entire time.

eyes peering out from over your neck, watching eddie watch you and your performance. 

eddie’s eyes flicker between the two of you, unsure of where to settle. 

this all felt so strangely intimate, like he should get up and go join the two of you. he would, of course, if that were even an option. 

to steve, this was probably some weird power play. a real, dirty kink, maybe. he’d hold this over eddie for the rest of the year, goading and taunting him about the time he watched him fuck his girlfriend. 

but you, he can’t figure out. 

you were looking at him first. 

that had to mean something. 

you draw him out of his thoughts with a thick, raspy moan, stifled by steve’s fingers still between your lips. 

“c’mon baby,” steve groans, averting his eyes back to you, “you gonna cum? give it to me princess,” his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he obviously nears his own orgasm. 

your eyes close fully now, leaving eddie to watch on his own. squeaking out intoxicating mewls with every stroke, every slap of skin. 

your body goes limp in steve’s hold, “ohh shit- don’t stop, please.. please don’t stop,” desperate pleas turning to whimpers as steve comes to his own climax. 

throaty gasps for air mix with your whining words, frazzling eddie’s poor, hopeless brain for the rest of his inadequate life.  

his dick hurts, straining in his hole-y boxers, begging to be touched. he’ll have to tiptoe out to the bathroom once he’s sure you’re asleep. not that it even matters now. 

eddie can’t help but let his mind wander, had he cum in you? was it dripping out of your pussy?

he’s disgusted with himself for even going there. 

steve sighs, placing a lazy kiss to the back of your neck, glancing at eddie one last time before embracing sleep and letting his eyes flutter shut. 

it takes longer for you to come back down to earth, still reeling from your orgasm when your hazy gaze meets his again. 

there’s something different about your eyes, something that was missing from steve’s. the warmness, the friendly crinkle that sat on the corner. he’s not sure but it makes his heart thud even faster. 

you blink a couple times before turning over and nestling into steve’s chest. 

eddie’s left reeling. 

a churning in his stomach that he’s not sure he’ll ever be rid of.  

he waits until your breathing slows completely and steve starts snoring before padding out of the room, an obvious tent in his boxers and a dying urge to make it disappear. 

life wouldn’t ever be the same again.