In Jean-Luc Godard: Philosopher/Insurgent, Jonathan Scott Lee contends that renowned filmmaker Jean-Luc Godard can be most accurately considered as a philosopher who uses cinema and video as his media to develop provocative aesthetic interventions into contemporary political situations and dilemmas.Rather than attempting to write a “definitive” study of Godard or establish a new canon from his expansive oeuvre, Lee identifies a particularly salient selecti...

First published in 1995, I Am Because We Are has been recognized as a major, canon-defining anthology and adopted as a text in a wide variety of college and university courses. Bringing together writings by prominent Black thinkers from Africa, the Caribbean, and North America, Fred Lee Hord and Jonathan Scott Lee made the case for a tradition of “relational humanism” distinct from the philosophical preoccupations of the West.Over the past twenty years, however, new schola...

Spies are like rats. In DC, you're never more than ten feet from one.Jason Trapp is about to find that out the hard way. All he wanted was a week off, but the world had other plans. Trapp stumbles onto something he wasn't meant to see, and when half a dozen top US officials are murdered by drug cartel sicarios, the reason becomes sickeningly clear.Within days, Mexico is on the brink of civil war, and the violence is spilling across the US border. The drug c...

Across the West, bad men know his name. The deadliest bounty hunter on the frontier, Flintlock is armed with his grandfather's ancient Hawken muzzleloader, ready to put the blast on the face of injustice. As William and J.A. Johnstone's acclaimed saga continues, Flintlock will discover an evil too terrifying and deadly to even name.The stench of death hangs over Happyville. When Flintlock rides into town, he sees windows caked in dust, food rotting on tables, and a forgotten corpse...

Sometimes it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.Siberia in April isn't in any tourist guidebook. But that is where Trapp finds himself. It's cold, dark, and the vodka tastes like gasoline.After brawling with half a dozen corrupt Russian cops, he's taken to the infamous penal colony marked on maps as IK-29, but known to inmates as the Black Eagle. The guards are brutes, their prisoners little better than animals. It's hell on earth.And this time, he's on...