the views of non-British critics

Earlier this year, when that same newspaper offered up another list – 100 Novels Everyone Should Read – women authors accounted for only three of the top 10 books, and a dismal 19 of the full 100. Meanwhile, The Observer’s chief literary maven, Robert McCrum, spent two years drawing up his ultimate list of 100 best novels in English. When he revealed his all-time top 10 in August, he named four novels by women. In all, however, works by female authors accounted for only one in five of his chosen titles reenex.

BBC Culture’s poll draws exclusively on the views of non-British critics

So what accounts for the findings of BBC Culture’s poll? For starters reenex
, it focuses strictly on British rather than international or English-language literature. Another difference is that it doesn’t limit itself to a particular period of time, but takes in everything from Daniel Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe, published in 1719 and widely held to be the first English-language novel, to works published this decade. Yet these differences fail to explain why our poll would yield more works by women – far from it. After all, America has a glittering tradition of great women authors, and it’s been reneexsignificantly easier for a woman to carve out a literary career since 1945 – the Times list’s starting point – than at any time before.

No, the key distinction between BBC Culture’s poll and those others is that it draws exclusively on the views of non-British critics. Divided more or less equally in terms of their gender, its critics hail from countries including the United States, Canada, Australia, Denmark and India.


Wash the dust in the world

Blowing cool wind, attack with all things and wash the dust in the world.

Late autumn cold season of heavy and can't let go of mood, and prosperous and the same time, began to waste.

As if all the busy life die in this bleak season, nuskin hong kong this season after season through time, carrying too many too many, somehow feel a drifting away, disappear in the edge of the distance.

Stay alone in the corner of outdoor, look up at the sky of dark gray, stop to silent bow, mind wandering to sink to the deep profound realm, as if the whole people become heavy and bleak, casual every minute emerge many brimful smile, like the life the last line of tea, light such as wind and subway.

Past to cool, leaves fall to the ground every piece thriller, cool above order scattered on the streets, was so messy.

Picked up, together with love to pieces, the obsession with keep gu yi in decline in the dust, and play again and again.

The past, not across the sky leaving short, has become a wait-and-see, in the heart than in the past time, reality is too careful management, deep into the expect long plain.

This season, even with all the detour past the plot, the end still gives a piece of dust in the thick soil.

When everyone knows real clear in the past also impetuously who go away to become the past, run out of time in the youth, nu skin the exhaustion of the final respite in the ways of life, began to silence, silently count together with the lingering time at the bottom of my heart, not in the endless wilderness roared past.

When one day we all went to the old, you missed a person, who will be the end of the earth, had been hard and eternal fill the past, the oath of chapters, deeply seal cutting in the annual rings of life, let you and I can't help to count the vicissitudes of the old one.

Has value in late autumn, the weather is a little bit cold, even in the morning mom do broth is slightly bitter, I can't help but sigh with emotion, time of the fall, as the youth by inches, and then be ruthless years soaking faded, no matter how you to dodge or.

In once upon a certain scene, often can let a person can't help think of some people, some things, but even so how can? Just a touch, it is a heavy and desolate.

Tried to find the time lost promise, for a moment, as if it through ten million, empty all, once promise, also in the sight of light emerged, destined to just a nightmare, why am I still see your face?

When smile become statues, one step one step away, burning the old ignorance, in chapter continue to write off the time, a man in the gray space alone sad luxuriant.

When trying to recall rebirth in the vicissitudes of the years river, but know that it is self-deception, never forget not to drop, always difficult to split!

During the day, I pretend to smile, with a false smile to deceive the real everything! Night, dull to sit, the imperfect and uncertainty, the original strength is so hypocritical.

Falling far far road, every word or contracted wounds do not belong to the smile, each a sad poison in the poppy, nu skin silent stroke of stone is also engraved with your name, tassel as ambiguous mottled, one piece that was long ago.

Time flies by, efforts to want to return to the starting point, but unable to find, has not back to the starting point, I close my eyes quietly, bend down, silent look back.

Tomb, is I and wait of beauty, flowers in hand, hold a memorial ceremony for me, I wonder if you know that I in front of the tomb, was buried under the promise for you, and my pale scream! But who also can't hear, my soul fades in the fireworks.

No one night

In the years of reincarnation, I alone would not old, not because of fear of elimination of color, scattered fragrant, just because it is not with you for a moment.

Swab the missing eye, hope not to wear the past cover for galaxy s3, once naive to think that a promise is life, a kind of waiting is a world. But later, I was lost in a street named memory, hard to find export.

When hard, love hate to yuan, Acacia red, eyes without a trace.

If I can see, I can see the world of mortals may. If the memory is no longer spread cloud computing companies, I may not have so many thoughts.

How I have since missed you, dreaming of meeting you again and again. Tonight, I keep turning the silver lamp to your face. As I'm afraid of having our reunion turned into yet another dream as they did before.

The flowers bloom several and autumn wigs long hair, people are hurrying to and fro. Leaving sorrow.

In the years of reincarnation, I am still in the lonely waiting, waiting for a smile, warm me half Bing Xin; for a review, eliminating me lonely......

Busy fall, you are still waiting for me.

Tobacco and fake vodka

CIGARETTES, TOBACCO AND counterfeit vodka worth more than €1.5 million have been seized by officials in two separate sting operations set up limited company in hong kong.

In the first instance, two million Benson and Hedges cigarettes were seized by Revenue officials and Gardaí at a commercial premises in Athenry in Galway on Wednesday.

The cigarettes had originally come from Belgium and had entered Ireland through Dublin Port. Revenue said that the cigarettes had a retail value of almost €1 million Cloud Email.

In a separate operation, officials seized 1.2 million cigarettes, 400 kgs of tobacco and a small quantity of counterfeit vodka from a private premises in Faughart in Dundalk on Saturday. The seized goods had a total retail value of €730,000, with the cigarettes accounting for €550,000 of that.

No-one has been arrested in connection with the seizures and investigations are continuing croisieristes.

Pleaded not guilty to terrorism charges

Sulaiman Abu Ghaith, reportedly a 47-year-old Kuwaiti and allegedly a leading propagandist in the al-Qaeda network, stands accused of conspiring "to kill nationals of the United States".

Judge Lewis Kaplan, presiding over Manhattan's grandest ceremonial courtroom on Friday, Mobile Phone Protector ordered Abu Ghaith to remain in custody ahead of an April 8 hearing at which the trial date will be discussed.

Abu Ghaith, balding and with a short grey beard, wore a dark blue prison smock and was handcuffed in his first public appearance since being spirited to US soil.

Amid continuing lack of clarity about how he was arrested, one of his court-appointed defence lawyers said Abu Ghaith was detained "by United States law enforcement" overseas on February 28 and arrived in New York on March 1.

The arraignment took place a few blocks from the site of the World Trade Center, where the twin towers were destroyed on September 11, 2001 by airliners hijacked by al-Qaeda militants.

The proximity of Ground Zero to Abu Ghaith's upcoming trial was likely to raise political tensions Drop proof phone case.

In 2010, the government had to scrap a plan to put five al-Qaeda figures on trial for plotting the 9/11 attacks in the same courthouse. The plan set off bitter recriminations from some families of those killed on 9/11 in the World Trade Center and met with concerted opposition from New York officials, who described the prospect of the trials as a security nightmare.

Abu Ghaith is a far less senior figure in the Qaeda movement and it was not immediately clear whether a smattering of initial opposition to his presence in Manhattan would gain momentum.


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