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Gigantes&lt;/i&gt;, o primeiro volume da trilogia "O Século", as vidas de 5 famílias - americana, alemã, russa, inglesa e escocesa - cruzam-se durante o período tumultuoso da Primeira Grande Guerra, da Revolução Russa e do Movimento Sufragista.&lt;br /&gt;Neste primeiro volume, que começa em 1911 e termina em 1925, travamos conhecimento com as cinco famílias que nas suas sucessivas gerações virão a ser as grandes protagonistas desta trilogia. Os membros destas famílias não esgotam porém a vasta galeria de personagens, incluindo mesmo figuras reais como Winston Churchill, Lenine e Trotsky, o general Joffreou ou Artur Zimmermann, e irão entretecer uma complexidade de relações entre paixões contrariadas, rivalidades e intrigas, jogos de poder, traições, no agitado quadro da Primeira Grande Guerra, da Revolução Russa e do movimento sufragista feminino.&lt;br /&gt;Um extraordinário fresco, excepcional no rigor da investigação e brilhante na reconstrução dos tempos e das mentalidades da época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:&lt;/strong&gt; Ken Follett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editora:&lt;/strong&gt; Editorial Presença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISBN:&lt;/strong&gt;9789722344289&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245481538866228971-2249923060487708289?l=basedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Há viagens sem regresso nem repetição. «Éramos donos do que víamos: até onde o olhar alcançava, era tudo nosso. E tínhamos um deserto inteiro para olhar.» «Ali estavas tu, então, tão nova que parecias irreal, tão feliz que era quase impossível de imaginar. Ali estavas tu, exactamente como te tinha conhecido. E o que era extraordinário é que, olhando-te, dei-me conta de que não tinhas mudado nada, nestes vinte anos: como nunca mais te vi, ficaste assim para sempre, com aquela idade, com aquela felicidade, suspensa, eterna, desde o instante em que te apontei a minha Nikon e tu ficaste exposta, sem defesa, sem segredos, sem dissimulação alguma.» «Eu sei que ela se lembra, sei que foi feliz então, como eu fui. Mas deve achar que eu me esqueci, que me fechei no meu silêncio, que me zanguei com o seu último desaparecimento, que vivo amuado com ela, desde então. Não é verdade, Cláudia. Vê como eu me lembro, vê se não foram assim, passo por passo, aqueles quatro dias que demorámos até chegar juntos ao deserto.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Durante as cinco semanas de viagem... partilham a solidão e o silêncio, aproximam-se, atraem-se...»&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expresso, actual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«...curto relato de uma viagem que o autor, assumindo-se como narrador durante a maior parte da história, fez ao norte de África, tendo como companhia uma mulher que, até então, era uma desconhecida para ele. Passados vinte anos, um melancólico e saudoso Sousa Tavares recupera os detalhes daqueles dias como um tributo a essa jovem mulher...»&lt;br /&gt;Helena Vasconcelos, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Público, Ípsilon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:&lt;/span&gt; Tavares, Miguel Sousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Editora:&lt;/span&gt; Oficina do Livro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISBN:&lt;/span&gt; 9789895554645&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245481538866228971-8433888513345890749?l=basedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Expondo o modo de pensar, o rasto do dinheiro e os fios de marioneta por detrás das crises e guerras mundiais das últimas quatro décadas, "A Doutrina do Choque" é a história absorvente de como as políticas de "mercado livre" da América têm vindo a dominar o mundo - através da exploração de povos e países em choque devido a inúmeros desastres. Na conjuntura mais caótica da guerra civil do Iraque, é apresentada uma nova lei que permitiria à Shell e à BP reclamar para si as vastas reservas petrolíferas do país... Imediatamente a seguir ao 11 de Setembro, a administração Bush concessiona, sem alarido, a gestão da "Guerra contra o Terror" à Halliburton e à Blackwater... Depois de um tsunami varrer as costas do sudeste asiático, as praias intocadas são leiloadas ao desbarato a resorts turísticos... Os residentes de Nova Orleães, espalhados pelo furacão Katrina, descobrem que as suas habitações sociais, os seus hospitais e as suas escolas jamais serão reabertas... Estes acontecimentos são exemplos da "doutrina de choque": o aproveitamento da desorientação pública no seguimento de enormes choques colectivos - guerras, ataques terroristas ou desastres naturais - para ganhar controlo impondo uma terapia de choque económica. Por vezes, quando os dois primeiros choques não são bem sucedidos em eliminar a resistência, é empregue um terceiro choque: o eléctrodo na cela da prisão ou a arma Taser nas ruas. Baseado em investigações históricas inovadoras e em quatro anos de relatos no terreno em zonas de desastre, "A Doutrina do Choque" mostra de forma vívida que o capitalismo de desastre - a rápida reorganização corporativa de sociedades que tentam recuperar do choque - não começou com o 11 de Setembro de 2001. O livro traça um percurso das suas origens que nos leva há cinquenta anos atrás, à Universidade de Chicago sob o domínio de Milton Friedman, que produziu muitos dos principais pensadores neoconservadores e neoliberais cuja influência, nos nossos dias, ainda é profunda em Washington. São estabelecidas novas e surpreendentes ligações entre a política económica, a guerra de "choque e pavor" e as experiências secretas financiadas pela CIA em electrochoques e privação sensorial na década de 1950, pesquisa essa que ajudou a escrever os manuais de tortura usados hoje na Baía de Guantanamo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:&lt;/strong&gt; Klein, Naomi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editora:&lt;/strong&gt; SmartBook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISBN:&lt;/strong&gt; 9789899597068&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245481538866228971-5755965854926760758?l=basedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A que grandes alterações assistiremos nas próximas décadas? Que novos conceitos surgirão? A inteligência artificial será uma realidade? De que forma toda a vida social será afectada pelo progresso?O autor faz-nos um retrato de como os próximos 50 anos vão alterar o nosso modo de viver. Tendo em conta o que a humanidade evoluiu no último século prevê-se que muitas áreas, como a tecnologia e a informática, associadas a diversas matérias, evoluam a uma velocidade surpreendente, afectando todas as formas de viver, para o bem e para o mal. Entre muitas outras, na verdade quase todas, Richard Watson destaca cinco previsões de profundas mudanças que se registarão nas próximas cinco décadas:- Envelhecimento;- Mudança do poder para o Leste;- Conectividade global;- Tecnologias GRIN: Genética, Robótica, Internet, Nanotecnologia;- O ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“No geral, declaro-me cinicamente optimista. Há ideias, descobertas e eventos no horizonte, que não podemos sequer imaginar ou compreender. Contudo, embora o futuro seja desconhecido e indeterminado, podemos começar a vislumbrar e traçar o seu contorno e a preparar os primeiros esboços. Haverá obviamente problemas – sempre os houve –, mas, fazendo um balanço, penso que o futuro será um lugar bastante agradável para se viver. E se assim não for, a culpa será inteiramente nossa.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:&lt;/strong&gt; Watson, Richard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editora:&lt;/strong&gt; Caleidoscópio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISBN:&lt;/strong&gt; 9789896580230&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245481538866228971-8790291038178959189?l=basedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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