"Hank lived by the credo, 'first listen, then design'." --Scott Bernstein, Founder and Chief Strategy + Innovation Officer, Center for Neighborhood Technology Hank Dittmar was a globally recognized urban planner, advocate, and policy advisor. He wrote extensively on a wide range of topics, including architectural criticism, community planning, and transportation policy over his long and storied career. In My Kind of City, Dittmar has organized his selected writings into ten sections with original introductions. His observations range on scale from local ("My Favorite Street: Seven Dials, Covent Garden, London") to national ("Post Truth Architecture in the Age of Trump") and global ("Architects are Critical to Adapting our Cities to Climate Change"). Andrés Duany writes of Hank in the book foreword, "He has continued to search for ways to engage place, community and history in order to avoid the tempting formalism of plans." The range of topics covered in My Kind of City reflects the breadth of Dittmar's experience in working for better cities for people. Common themes emerge in the engaging prose including Dittmar's belief that improving our cities should not be left to the "experts"; his appreciation for the beautiful and the messy; and his rare combination of deep expertise and modesty. As Lynn Richards, CEO of Congress for the New Urbanism expresses in the preface, "Hank's writing is smart without being elitist, witty and poetic, succinct and often surprising." My Kind of City captures a visionary planner's spirit, eye for beauty, and love for the places where we live.

In the thrilling sequel to One for Our Baby, the Chicago mob is looking for Al Capone’s lost treasure—and former ace fighter pilot Joe Buonomo holds the key to finding it. When Joe Buonomo returned from World War II, he chose to settle in California rather than go back home to Chicago—and he didn’t plan on revisiting his old stomping grounds any time soon. But when Frank Sinatra asks you to fly him to the Windy City for a gig, you don’t refuse. And so, reluctantly, Joe finds himself strolling down memory lane and rekindling relationships with his estranged family. But where Joe goes, trouble tends to follow. Rumor has it that a man named Butch O’Hare was in charge of hiding Al Capone’s fortune, but Butch is long dead, and warring mob bosses seem to believe his old war buddy Joe knows more than he’s letting on. Joe is forced to join the ridiculous quest to find the gold, but the more the search of Chicago’s seedy underground drags on, the more Joe thinks the treasure might not be a myth after all—and he may be the only one who can uncover the truth. For fans of historical fiction, action, and noir, My Kind of Town is a hardboiled crime thriller that captures the beat of Chicago in the sixties, complete with gangsters, hot dogs, and bocce.

This book is really a "best of," as chosen by the author himself. These are Carmer's favorite pieces, drawn from three decades of work. He mixes leisurely reminiscences with folklore, verse, and portraits of Upstate's diverse population. Geographically, they range from Niagara Falls to Montauk Point, and include pieces on the fate of Native Americans, ghost stories, tall stories, character sketches, a piece on the erosion of New York State's natural beauty, as well as poems and works of wit and humor.

No Color Is My Kind is an uncommon chronicle of identity, fate, and compassion as two men—one Jewish and one African American—set out to rediscover a life lost to manic depression and alcoholism. In 1984, Thomas Cole discovered Eldrewey Stearns in a Galveston psychiatric hospital. Stearns, a fifty-two-year-old black man, complained that although he felt very important, no one understood him. Over the course of the next decade, Cole and Stearns, in a tumultuous and often painful collaboration, recovered Stearns’ life before his slide into madness—as a young boy in Galveston and San Augustine and as a civil rights leader and lawyer who sparked Houston’s desegregation movement between 1959 and 1963. While other southern cities rocked with violence, Houston integrated its public accommodations peacefully. In these pages appear figures such as Thurgood Marshall, Martin Luther King, Jr., Leon Jaworski, and Dan Rather, all of whom—along with Stearns—maneuvered and conspired to integrate the city quickly and calmly. Weaving the tragic story of a charismatic and deeply troubled leader into the record of a major historic event, Cole also explores his emotionally charged collaboration with Stearns. Their poignant relationship sheds powerful and healing light on contemporary race relations in America, and especially on issues of power, authority, and mental illness.

Cities are not made only of stone: they harbor ways of life, practices, movements, moods, atmospheres, feelings. Yet the ineffable nature of affects has long deprived human passions of a meaningful role when it comes to observing urban space and envisioning its future transformation. With this book, we explore the contemporary city and its transitional conditions from a different perspective: a quest to understand how the space of collective life and the feelings this engenders are connected, how they mutually give form to each other. In an interdisciplinary collection of essays, The Affective City means to open a discussion on the “soft” presences animating the world of urban objects: beyond the city built out of mere things, this book’s focus is on the forces that make urban life emerge, thrive, flourish, but also wither, and sometimes die. A task crucial for the survival of cities as human habitats, in an urban world that – with every passing day – seems to draw closer a crisis.

“A delightful annual tradition.” —RT Book Reviews Sometimes the best surprises are right at home . . . Returning to Branding Iron, Texas, is Travis Morgan’s last resort, and the abandoned ranch he inherited isn’t much more welcoming than the prison cell where he spent the last three years doing time for a tragic accident. Completely without funds or family, Travis finds celebrating Christmas is the last thing on his mind, but there’s no escaping the holiday spirit in this close-knit little town—not with Branding Iron’s longtime Santa retiring, and sweetly stubborn Mayor Maggie Delaney determined to find a replacement. When her no-nonsense façade slips to reveal the sensual, vulnerable woman beneath it, Travis realizes Maggie just might be as lonely as he is—and that this holiday season, love could be the gift that heals them both. “The spirit of Christmas permeates this charming holiday romance.” —RT Book Reviews on Merry Christmas, Cowboy

“I did not come here to argue against your religious dogma, nor to answer to your so called gods. I have come to rescue Natalia from those who would do her harm. Whether they be the gods you love so much or those who foolishly claim to be her family.” Drogen, Son of Lisana As the gods began landing consecutive blows against Drogen’s parries, Balthazar came running from his hiding place, a massive war hammer held tightly in his hands. The war hammer was half as tall as he was, and upon it were engraved many thousands of runes, but one set stood out as being its namesake, “Unsterblich.” “He-he-he! Look, Uther, another toy for us to play with.” “I don’t like him, Ether. We ssshould dissspossse of him quickly and play with the other one.He’sss much more interesssting.” “Right you are, Uther. Much more interesssting. I want to sssee what elssse he can do.” “The other’s use of wind is nothing compared to ours.” Ether laughed Balthazar swung his hammer down toward Ether’s skull, but as it fell, a gust of wind met his blow with stronger magnitude, sending Balthazar’s war hammer flying back over his head. Although he was able to keep hold of its shaft, he was thrown off-balance, forcing him to step back a few feet to compensate. Uther was there to meet his retreat,and a gust of wind hit him like a brick wall as Ether righted himself and used the same force, suspending Balthazar in midair. Drogen ran to Balthazar’s aid but found himself being forced back by a massive gust that sent him reeling backward in position to see every last detail of what they were going to do to the one and only friend he had found comradery with during his time in Lundwurm Tul. The only father figure he’d ever known.