Novedades

The “Wild West” gunfighter is such a stock figure in our popular culture that some dismiss it all as a corny myth, more a product of dime novels and B movies than a genuinely important American history. In fact, as Bryan Burrough shows us in his dazzling and fast-paced new book, there’s much more below the surface. For three decades at the end of the 1800s, a big swath of the American West was a crucible of change, with the highest murder rate per capita in American history. The reasons behind this boil down to one word: Texas.

Музеи — тюрьма для искусства. Когда прямо перед тобой шедевр, при виде которого перехватывает дыхание, а на глаза наворачиваются слезы, что может быть естественнее желания любоваться им бесконечно долго, проследить пальцами точные движения резца или кисти?.. Все это, конечно, удобнее делать в тишине и уединении, устроившись в любимом кресле.

Serial Car Thieves unfolds across multiple chapters, each peeling back layers on the individuals, gangs, systems, and societal factors that drive this phenomenon. Law enforcement’s painstaking surveillance and wiretaps painted a vivid picture of organized crime in motion, exposing how deeply entrenched the problem had become. The book explores the “chop shop economy,” where stolen cars disappear in hours through illicit dismantling and VIN-switching schemes. Corrupt mechanics, middlemen, and insurance fraud networks collaborate to erase paper trails, making recovery difficult and the ...

On a stormy Thanksgiving Eve in 1971, a man known only as “Dan Cooper” boarded Northwest Orient Flight 305, claimed to have a bomb, and demanded $200,000 in cash and four parachutes. After releasing the passengers in Seattle, he vanished mid-flight—parachuting into the freezing darkness over the Pacific Northwest. He was never seen again. Decades later, the case remains the only unsolved skyjacking in U.S. history. Despite an exhaustive FBI investigation, Cooper’s identity and fate remain a mystery, fuelling endless speculation and intrigue. In The Man Who Wasn't There, Mark Stokes ...