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Cross-genre
  • Curiosisosity, Greg Bachar (Rowhouse Press)

Fiction
  • Comedy of Terror, John Fremont (Lost Coast Press)
  • The Delphi Deception, Chris Everheart (Yellow Rocket Media)
  • Double Rainbow at Full Moon, B.A.K. Sim (Agio Publishing House)
  • Farthest House, Margie Lukas (WriteLife)
  • Gathering Chrysanthemums, Peter Maguire (Black Rose Writing)
  • Gifts Not Yet Given, Kergan Edwards-Stout (Circumspect Press)
  • The Granddaddy Syndicate, Richard D. Lennox (Bedside Books)
  • The Hope We Seek, Rich Shapero (Outside Reading Books)
  • The Long Journey, Cara J. Swanson (Nighthawk/Raven Publishing)
  • Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of Einstein's Daughter, Tim Symonds (MX Publishing)
  • Sydney Murders—Solved!, Stuart Gustafson (AITE Publishing)
  • Sympathetic People, Donna Baier Stein (Serving House Books)
  • Tales from a Closet, Julie Thomas (Xlibris)
  • Tranquility, Peter Jakobsen (Bedside Books)
  • The Tunnel, S. D. Tooley (Full Moon Publishing)
  • Visibly Struck, Steve Kubicek (Summit Partners)
  • A Voyage to Panjikant, Marguerite Dabaie (self-published)
  • What Jennifer Saw, Hal Schweig (Black Rose Writing)
  • The Whiskey Creek Water Company, Jan Walker (Plicata Press)
  • Why People Do What They Do, Emilio Iasiello (Deerhawk Publications)
  • Wild Grapes, Will Zink (Sugar Loaf Press)

Nonfiction
  • 3 Off the Tee: No Excuses, Lorii Myers (Leda Publishing Corp.)
  • The Continuing Presence: New Essays on Psychological Themes, Philip Roth (NorthEast Books & Publishing)
  • Criminal Justice and Law Enforcement Practices, Ferid Azemi (American Book Publishing)
  • From Collar to Cleavage, Judith Thomas (Troubador Publishing)
  • Given Time: Living Our Last Months Together, Helen Park Bigelow (Fithian Press)
  • Love Made in Heaven: Secrets to an Amazing Life, Relationship, & Marriage, Marielle & Del McCormick (Revelation Press)
  • Questioning Protocol, Randi Redmond Oster (Well Path Press)
  • Sets, Lights, & Lunacy, Lloyd Burlingame (CreateSpace)
  • United Credit: Prosperity without Money, Jonathon Ray Spinney (Red Bear Press)

Poetry
  • Bitter Melon, Elivs Alves (Mahaicony Books)
  • Controlled Hallucinations, John Sibley Williams (Futurecycle Press)
  • The Domain of Silence, Louis Phillips (Prologue Press)
  • What's Left Behind, Michal Mahgerefteh (Poetica Publishing)
Fiction
  • Ashes of Deception, Willoughby S. Hundley III, MD (iUniverse)
  • The Cloud, Frank Palescandolo (iUniverse)
  • Date Certain, Reuben Eisenstein (Fithian Press)
  • Eyes of the Soul, Karen Esposito (Summerland Publishing)
  • From Wahnsinnig to the Loony Bin, Ed. Henry Whittlesey (Peripatetic Media)
  • Dancing with Trouble, Omotunde E. G. Johnson (Langdon Street Press)
  • Kidnapped by the Cartel, Karen D. Scioscia (Two Harbors Press)
  • Merging Decades, Sandra Manndy (Xlibris)
  • Outside the Gate, Tom Milton (Nepperhan Press)
  • Raising Redemption, R. A. Russell (Langdon Street Press)
  • Reader: Daughter of Time Book 1, Erec Stebbins (Twice Pi Press)
  • Stone Wall Freedom: The Slave, David Lee Tucker (TwoHarbors)
  • Vengeance is Now, Scott D. Roberts (3L Publishing)
  • Visions of Mary: A Novel of One Man's War, Joseph Richardson (TwoHarbors)

Nonfiction
  • Compass, William F. Brandt, Jr. (Winter Vale Press)
  • Elect Alex, Alex Clark (Self-published)
  • Empathy and Intuition in Distance Learning, Ginette Provost Flatow (AuthorHouse)
  • Landscapes of the Mind: The Faces of Reality, Lawrence LeShan (Eirini Press)
  • Little Satchmo: Living in the Shadow of my Father Louis Daniel Armstrong, Sharon Preston-Folta & Denene Millner (Self-published)
  • Providing for the Casualties of War: The American Experience through World War II, Bernard Rostker (Rand Corporation)
  • Tasting Home: Coming of Age in the Kitchen, Judith Newton (She Writes Press)
  • True North, Tom North (True North Productions)

Poetry
  • Hellohellohello, Mark Jackley (Self-published)
Fiction
  • Angel in my Backpack, Rich Grimes (Summerland Publishing)
  • The Black Stiletto: Stars & Stripes, Raymond Benson (Oceanview Publishing)
  • The Boogie Trapp, Kerry Copeland Smith (Peppertree Press)
  • The Brothers, Allen D. Anderson (Langdon Street Press)
  • Chasing the Bullet, Tom Holden (Authorhouse)
  • Killer Pappas, Harry Rice (Dog Ear Publishing)
  • Lost on a Schooner, N. W. Taylor (Ruum Publishing)
  • Puppet Shows, Michael Frissore (Writers AMuse Me Publishing)
  • Sewing a Friendship 2, Magic In Us, Natalie Tinti (Tintinatie Publishing House)
  • The Tamarack Murders: A Bo Tully Mystery, Patrick F. McManus (Skyhorse Publishing)
  • The Trouble with Charlie, Merry Jones (Oceanview)
  • A View from My Window: Real Stories for Real Women, Sylvia Forrest (Createspace)
  • Yesterday's Echo, Matt Coyle (Oceanview)

Nonfiction
  • 1963: A Landmark Year in St. Martin, Daniella Jeffry Pilot (Xlibris)
  • The Accidental Candidate: The Rise and Fall of Alvin Greene, Corey Hutchins & David Axe (Mcfarland)
  • Chris Will, Beatriz Fox (Meant 2 Bea Publications)
  • Conan Meets the Academy: Multidisciplinary Essays on the Enduring Barbarian, Ed. Jonas Prida (McFarland)
  • The Cooperstown Symposium on Baseball and American Culture, 2011-2012, Ed. William M. Simons (McFarland)
  • Cyberpunk Women, Feminism and Science Fiction, Carlen Lavigne (McFarland)
  • Dad's Home Cooking, Zachary Wolinsky & Family (Summerland Publishing)
  • Death Comes Not as a Stranger, Lois West Bristow (Summerland Publishing)
  • Diversity in Disney Films: Critical Essays on race, Ethnicity, Gender, Sexuality and Disability, Ed. Johnson Cheu (McFarland)
  • Dr. Ruth's Guide for the Alzheimer's Caregiver: How to Care for Your Loved One without Getting
  • The Encyclopedia of Mental Imagery: 2100 Exercises for Body, Mind and Spirit, Ed. Gerald Epstein & Barbarah L. Fedoroff (ACMI Press)
  • How to Publish and Promote Your Book Now!, L. Diane Wolfe (Dancing Lemur Press LLC)
  • Overwhelmed...and without Doing It All Yourself, Dr. Ruth K. Westheimer with Pierre A. Lehu (Quill Driver Books)
  • Echoes of the Holocaust on the American Musical Stage, Jessica Hillman (Mcfarland)
  • Editing Across Media: Content and Process for Print and Online Publication, Ed. Ross F. Collins (McFarland)
  • Hands Through Stone: How Clarence Ray Allen Masterminded Murder from Behind Folsom's Prison Walls, James A. Ardaiz (Craven Street Books)
  • The History of New Thought: From Mind Cure to Positive Thinking and the Prosperity Gospel , John S. Haller Jr. (Swedenborg Foundation)
  • Interiority Powered: How to Use Your Inner Energies at Work, Hugh Leonard (Deiorse Books)
  • Intertextuality in American Drama: Critical Essays on Eugene O'Neill, Susan Glaspell, Thornton Wilder, Arthur Miller, and Other Playwrights, Ed. Drew Eisenhauer & Brenda Murphy
  • Kozintsev's Shakespeare Films: Russian Political Protest in Hamlet and King Lear, Tiffany Ann Conroy Moore (McFarland)
  • Love Never Ends: A True Story of a Mother's Love and Tragic Loss of Her Daughter, Connie Martin & Barry Dundas (Inspiring Voices)
  • My Life Made Up: A Life in 24 Stories, Mark Conroy (Self-published)
  • Operation Take-Over The Day, A. O. Solomon (AuthorHouse)
  • Plays from New River 2, Ed. M.Z. Ribalow (McFarland)
  • The Reality of ESP: A Physicists' Proof of Psychic Abilities, Russell Targ (Quest Books)
  • Ronald Reagan in Quotations: A Topical Dictionary, with Sources, of the Presidential Years, Compiled by David B. Frost (McFarland)
  • Sex and Manifest Destiny: The Urge that Drove Americans Westward, Martin Naparsteck (McFarland)
  • Text & Presentation, 2012, Ed. Graley Herren (McFarland)
  • When Baseball Isn't White, Straight and Male: The Media and Difference in the National Pastime, Lisa Doris Alexander (McFarland)
  • Women of the American Circus, 1880 – 1940, Katherine H. Adams and Michael L. Keene (Mcfarland)
  • Women of the Resistance: Eight Who Defied the Third Reich, Marc E. Vargo (McFarland)

Poetry
  • Media Coverage: Poet's View, J. Rosser (PublishAmerica)
  • Terrarium, B. Morrison (Cottey House Press)
Fiction
  • 50 Monologues for Student Actors II, Mary Depner (Meriwether Publishing)
  • 62 Comedy Duet Scenes for Teens, Laurie Allen (Meriwether Publishing)
  • Eclipse, David Lehner (Fithian Press)
  • Fatal Decree, H. Terrell Griffin (Oceanview Publishing)
  • The Golden Door, Tom Milton (Nepperhan Press LLC)
  • Hot Stuff, Don Bruns (Oceanview Publishing)
  • The Legend of Rachel Petersen, J.T. Baroni (Damnation Books LLC)
  • Lost Hearts, Vincent Panella (Apollo's Bow)
  • The Mitosis Hegemony Technopolitics in the 21st Century, Arthur Van Kaseman (The Mitosis Society Ltd.)
  • Red Jacket, Joseph Heywood (Globe Pequot Press)
  • Shades of Orange with Many Greens: Visions of Paul Cezanne, Walter E. Thompson (Langdon Street Press)
  • Zero Separation, Philip Donlay (Oceanview Publishing)

Nonfiction
  • From Adam to Omega: An Anatomy of UFO Phenomena, A. R. Roberts (iUniverse)
  • Give Yourself Permission to Shine: Through Faith I Found Love, Grace King (Balboa)
  • Giving with Confidence: A Guide to Savvy Philanthropy, Colburn Wilbur & Fred Setterberg (Heyday)
  • Hogs, Blogs, Leathers and Lattes: The Sociology of Modern American Motorcycling, William E. Thompson (McFarland)
  • Honest Wrestling: Questions of Faith when Attacked by Life, K. Howard Joslin (WestBow)
  • Subtle Differences, Big Faux Pas: Test Your Cultural Competence, Elizabeth Vennekens-Kelly (Summertime Publishing)
  • They Knew Marilyn Monroe: Famous Persons in the Life of the Hollywood Icon, Les Harding (McFarland)
  • When Mars Women Date, Dr. Paulette Kouffman Sherman (Parachute Jump Publishing)
  • The White Bow, Aleksandra Veble (American Book Classics)

Poetry
  • At Age Twenty, Maxwell Baumbach (unbound CONTENT)
  • From the Café and Beyond: A Collection of Poems and Other Writings, Nadia Hasan (CreateSpace)
  • I Am the Quiet of the Falling Snow: A Spiritual and Transformational Journey Through Loss, Aspen Bernath-Plaisted (Turtle Creek Artisans)
  • A Strange Frenzy, Dom Gabrielli (unbound CONTENT)
Fiction
  • The Sun and Stars, Elizabeth Adair (Bearcat Press)
  • The Rendition, Albert Ashforth (Oceanview Publishing)
  • Against My Will, Benjamin Berkley (Frederick Fell Publishers)
  • Sand Dollar: A Story of Undying Love, Sebastian Cole (Sebastian Cole LLC)
  • Weapon of Choice, Patricia Gussin (Oceanview Publishing)
  • Teacher of the Year, Edward Scott Ibur (Third Degree Press)
  • Unbroke Horses, D. B. Jackson (Goldminds Publishing)
  • Open Heart: A Thoughtful & Touching Collection of Gay Poetry, Della Hinson Lambert (Summerland Publishing)
  • Q: Awakening, G.M. Lawrence (Variance Publishing)
  • Mickey & Nadika: An Adventure Across Time and Space, Jenna Lindsey (iUniverse)
  • The Littlest Crusade, Desmond Long (Millennial Mind Publishing)
  • Run to Ground, D.P. Lyle (Oceanview Publishing)
  • 100 Duet Scenes for Teens: One-minute Duos for Student Actors, Michael Moore (Meriwether Publishing)
  • The Shadow Man, Mark Murphy (Langdon Street Press)
  • The Taken Land (Riro Te Whenua), Robin O'Reilly (iUniverse)
  • A Tainted Dawn: The Great War, Book I, B.N. Peacock (Fireship Press)
  • To Wander the Labyrinth, Brian Peters (AASP Press)
  • The Devil's Madonna, Sharon Potts (Oceanview Publishing)
  • Don't Stand So Close, Eric Red (Short, Scary Tales Publications)
  • A Secret Woman, Rose Solari (Alan Squire Publishing)
  • Cursed at Birth, Terrylee Sporcic (RoseDog Books)
  • Reel Life, Jackie Townsend (Ripetta Press)
  • Brightside, Mark Tullius (Vincere Press)
  • A Lost Generation, Ronald S. Zimney (iUniverse)

Nonfiction
  • A Farewell Platform to the Queen of Talk: True Aha! Moments of Divine Order, Kimberly Adams (Authorhouse)
  • Get Well & Stay Well: Optimal Health through Transformational Medicine, Steve Amoils & Sandi Amoils (Integrative Medicine Foundation)
  • Red Flags of Love Fraud: 10 Signs You're Dating a Sociopath, Donna Anderson (Anderly Publishing)
  • From Surviving to Thriving: In Health and Weight Loss, Laverne S. Dupree (CrossBooks Publishing)
  • The Take-Charge Patient: How You Can Get the Best Medical Care, Martine Ehrenclou (Lemon Grove Press)
  • Using the Power of Hope to Cope with Dying: The Four Stages of Hope, Cathleen Fanslow-Brunjes (Quill Driver Books)
  • Getting into Heaven - and Out Again, Allbrecht Gralle (Swedenborg Foundation Press)
  • The 7%Solution: You Can Afford a Comfortable Retirement, John H. Graves (Safe Harbor International Publishing)
  • Life's Journey into Despair and Failure: The Anti-life Controlling and Destroying Us, Edward Einar Hailio (Authorhouse)
  • The Bootstrapper's Guide to the Mobile Web: Practical Plans to Get Your Business Mobile in Just a Few Days for Just a Few Bucks, Deltina Hay (Quill Driver Books)
  • I Only Cry at Night, P. Allen Jones (Self-published)
  • How They Stash the Cash: A Guide to finding income hidden by a spouse during divorce, Mark Kohn (Sourced Media Books)
  • Defining Moments: Breaking Through Tough Times, Dorothea S. McArthur (Cove Press)
  • Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained: The True Meaning of Democracy, Arthur D. Robbins (Acropolis Books)
  • Travesty, Margie Shepherd (Trafford Publishing)
  • The Missing Link on Mary Lincoln, Anne G. Snow (iUniverse)

Poetry
  • Open Heart: A Thoughtful & Touching Collection of Gay Poetry, Della Hinson Lambert (Summerland Publishing)
  • Dead Weight, Louis Phillips (Self-published)
Fiction
  • Sentry's Past: Veil of Darkness, A.M. Boyle (The Wolf Pirate Project Inc.)
  • The Spanish Gatekeeper: A Science Fiction Fantasy Adventure, Bernard Dukas (Kaladar Books)
  • Vanished in the Dunes, Allan Retzky (Oceanview Publishing)
  • More Short & Sweet Skits for Student Actors: 50 Sketches for Teens, Maggie Scriven (Meriwether Publishing)
  • Sade's Secret: A Sweet 16 Diaries Novel, Sparkle (W Clark Publishing)
  • Seminal Murder, Mary Vermillion (Regal Crest Books/Quest Books)

Drama
  • 102 Monologues for Middle School Actors, Rebecca Young (Meriwether Publishing)

Nonfiction
  • 12 Miracles of Spiritual Growth: A Path of Healing from the Gospels, E. Kent Rogers (Swedenborg Foundation Press)
  • My "Plane" Truth: A Soul Satisfying Crash Course to Unconditional Love and Forgiveness, Jill Douglas (AuthorHouse)
  • Prince: In the Studio (1975-1995) Volume 1, Jake Brown (Colossus Books)
  • Stop Autism Now!: A Parent's Guide to Preventing a Reversing Autism Spectrum Disorders, Dr. Bruce Fife (Piccadilly Books, LTD)
Chapbook
  • Ghosts to Whom We Call, Jennifer Key (Astounding Beauty Ruffian Press)

Children's/YA Fiction
  • Tootsie and Lulu: Lulu Wears a Tutu, Wendy Botts (Tootsie and Lulu Children's Series LLC)

Fiction
  • The Black Stiletto: Black & White, Raynmond Benson (Oceanview Publishing)
  • Code of the Forest, Jon Buchan (Joggling Board Press)
  • Deadly Mirror Image, George A. Coriaty (AuthorHouse)
  • Deadly Negatives, Russell Hill (Caravel Mystery Books)
  • Eyes of the Insane, Eric Vik (AuthorHouse)
  • Gods Without Men, Haru Kunzru (Alfred A. Knopf)
  • The Great Peace, Ryan George Kittleman (Exploding Books)
  • Miss Fannie Mae's Girls: A Southern Tale of Life Lost and Love Found, Larry Batchelor (3L Publishing)
  • Of Animals and Angels, Margeurite Antonio (iUniverse)
  • People with Holes, Heather Fowler (Pink Narcissus Press)
  • Sea Change: The Uncertain Realm of the Married, Patsy Garlan (Summerland Publishing)
  • White Lies, Jeremy Bates (Oceanview Publishing)

Nonfiction
  • At the Precipice, Jim Snell (iUniverse)
  • Children's Picture Books: The Art of Visual Storytelling, Martin Salisbury and Morag Styles (Laurence King Publishing)
  • Mastering a Healthy Self Image: The Guidebook to Real Happiness and Enormous Success, Darrell Knoch (True Wealth University)
  • One-Mission Man: An American POW's Struggle to Survive Hitler's Nazi Prison Camp, David Ririe (Teton Crest Publishing)
  • Piggy Banks to Paychecks: Helping Kids Understand the Value of a Dollar, Angie Mohr (Fitzhenry & Whiteside)
  • Tiny Homes: Simple Shelter, Lloyd Kahn (Shelter Publications)
  • When the Servant Becomes the Master: A comprehensive Addiction Guide for Those Who Suffer with the Disease, the Loved Ones Affected By It, and the Professionals Who Assist Them, Jason Z W Powers, MD (Central Recovery Press)

Poetry
  • Arithmetic: And Other Verses from Late in Life, Sally Zakariya (Richer Resources Publications)
  • Gethsemane: An Epic Poem About Us, R. Douglas Jacobs (RDJ Publishing)
Fiction
  • The Kingdom on the Edge of Reality, Gahan Hanmer (Two Harbors Press)
  • The Last Will & Testament of Lemuel Higgins, Patrick James O'Connor (BlackbriarPress)
  • The Quaker State Affair, Dan Romain (Two Harbors Press)
  • A Secret Woman, Rose Solari (Alan Squire Publishing)

Children's/YA Fiction
  • The Blue Lobster, Robin Taylor-Chiarello (Peppertree Publishing)
  • Roger the Tree Frog, Jacklyn Sonnier Hirshberg (Acadian House)

Nonfiction
  • Completely in Blue: Dispatches from the edge of insanity, Chris Curry (Post Mortem Press)
  • Getting Over the Four Hurdles of Life, Dale Brown, Dan Martin, Trent Angers (Acadian House)
  • Giving Birth to My Parents, Lorrie Caplan-Shern (Summerland Publishing)
  • A Handbook for Citizen Farmers, Susan LeVine, Tom Shepherd (Summerland Publishing)
  • No Baloney on My Boat!, Marcelle Bienvenu (Acadian House)
Fiction
  • Team Players, Douglas Putnam

NewPages Guide to
Student Literary Magazines

This directory includes literary magazines published by students in undergraduate programs in the United States. It is still being updated, and we'd appreciate hearing from you if you know of schools and magazines not yet listed.

Undergraduate Literary Magazines

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Alabama


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Auburn University
The Auburn Circle

Auburn University at Montgomery
Filibuster

Birmingham-Southern College
The Quad

Judson College
Scrimshaw

Samford University - Birmingham
Wide Angle

University of Alabama at Birmingham
Aura Literary Arts Review

University of South Alabama
Oracle Fine Arts Review

Oracle features work by national and international writers, and accepts submissions of poetry, prose, cross-genre, drama, and visual art. Student-run since 2003, the journal uses a blind-review process and is published annually each spring with copies available to students and faculty.

University of West Alabama
Sucarnochee Review

 

Alaska


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University of Alaska Fairbanks
Ice Box

Arizona


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Paradise Valley Community College
Paradise Review

sandscriptPima Community College
SandScript

Created and designed by West Campus students every spring semester, SandScript is Pima Community College’s art and literary magazine. Featuring a collection of prose, poetry, and visual arts by Pima students, the magazine has won numerous awards of excellence, both regionally and nationally, in its twenty-year history.

University of Arizona
Persona


Arkansas


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Arkansas Tech University
Nebo: A Literary Journal

Hendrix College
The Aonian

Northwest Arkansas Community College
Hive Avenue: A Literary Journal

University of Arkansas Fort Smith
Azahares

University of Arkansas at Little Rock
Equinox

University of Central Arkansas
Vortex

Vortex is the University of Central Arkansas’s undergraduate magazine of fine art and literature. We annually publish students’ original work to promote the arts of University of Central Arkansas. Much like a “vortex,” the magazine blends together all forms of creativity and channels it all into one contained spot.

 

California


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American River College
The American River Review

Cabrillo College
Porter Gulch Review

California Baptist University
The Dazed Starling

California College of the Arts
Humble Pie

California Instutite of Technology
Totem

Totem, Caltech's student-run literary and visual arts magazine, is published annually and distributed at no charge to the campus each spring. We also host contests and regular writing group sessions as per our mission to foster the artistic expressions of our community members and spread awareness of our students’ talents.

California Lutheran University
Morning Glory

California Polytechnic State University
Byzantium

California State University, Chico
Watershed

California State University, Dominguez Hills
Enjambed

California State University, East Bay
Occam's Razor

California State University, Fullerton
Dash Literary Journal

California State University, Los Angeles
Statement

California State University, Northridge
Northridge Review

California State University, Sacramento
Calaveras Station

California State University, San Bernardino
The Pacific Review

California State University, Stanislaus
Penumbra

Cerritos College
¡Pa'lante!

Chapman University
Calliope: Art & Literary Magazine

Claremont Colleges
Agave Review

De Anza College
Red Wheelbarrow Literary Magazine

Domincan University
Tuxedo Arts Journal

El Camino College
Myriad

Glendale Community College
The Traveler

Grossmont College
The Acorn Review

Humboldt State University
Toyon

Long Beach City College
Saga Literary Journal

Loyola Marymount University
LA Miscellany

Monterey Peninsula College
Scheherazade

Moorpark College
Moorpark Review

Notre Dame de Namur University
The Bohemian

Palomar College
Bravura

Pasadena City College
Inscape

Pepperdine University / Seaver College
Expressionists

Reedley College
Kings River Review

Riverside City College
MUSE

Saddleback College
The WALL Literary Journal

San Diego State University
pacificREVIEW

San Francisco State University
Transfer Magazine

San Joaquin Delta College
Artifact Nouveau

Stanford University
Leland Quarterly

University of California, Berkeley
Berkeley Fiction Review

University of California, Davis
Open Ceilings

University of California, Los Angeles
Westwind

University of California, Santa Cruz
Chinquapin Literary Magazine
Matchbox Magazine

University of Redlands
Redlands Review

University of San Francisco
The Ignatian

Ventura College
VC Voices

William Jessup University
Metonym

Colorado


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Arapahoe Community College
Progenitor

Colorado College
Hairstreak Butterfly Review

Colorado Mesa University
The Literary Review
Pinyon

Colorado School of Mines
High Grade

Colorado State University - Pueblo
Tempered Steel

Fort Lewis College
Images Magazine

University of Colorado Boulder
Walkabout

Univesrity of Colorado Colorado Springs
riverrun

University of Denver
Foothills

Connecticut


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Albert Magnus College
Breakwater Literary Magazine

Eastern Connecticut State University
Eastern Exposure

Norwalk Community College
Musings Literary Magazine

University of Connecticut
Long River Review

University of Hartford
Aerie Literary Journal

Yale University
Yale Literary Magazine

Washington D.C.


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American University
AmLit
Folio

Howard University
The Amistad

Delaware


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University of Delaware
Caesura

Florida


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Broward College
P'an Ku

Eckerd College
Eckerd Review

Florida Atlantic University
Coastlines

Florida Gulf Coast University
Mangrove Review

Florida State University
The Kudzu Review

Miami Dade College, Kendall Campus
Miambiance

Nova Southeastern University
Digressions: Literary and Art Journal

Rollins College
Brushing Arts and Literary Journal

Stetson University
Touchstone

Tallahassee Community College
Eyrie Literary & Art Magazine

University of Central Florida
The Cypress Dome

University of Florida
Tea Literary & Arts Magazine

University of Miami
Mangrove

University of South Florida
Thread

University of Tampa
Neon

University of West Florida
The Troubadour

Georgia


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Andrew College
Spire Light

Augusta State University
Sand Hills Magazine

Berry College
Ramifications

Brewton-Parker College
The Oracle

Georgia College & State University
The Peacock's Feet

Georgia Highlands College
Old Red Kimono

Georgia State University
Underground

Mercer University
The Dulcimer

Shorter University
The Chimes

University of Georgia
stillpoint

University of North Georgia
The Chestatee Review

Hawaii


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Hawai'i Pacific University
Wanderlust

Idaho


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College of Western Idaho
Stonecrop Magazine

Idaho State University
Black Rock & Sage

North Idaho College
Trestle Creek Review

Illinois


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Augustana College
SAGA Art & Literary Magazine

Bradley University
Broadside

College of Lake County
Prairie Voices

DePaul University
Crook and Folly

Harper College
Point of View

Illinois State University
Euphemism

Illinois Wesleyan University
Tributaries

Knox College
Catch
Cellar Door
Quiver

Lake Forest College
Collage
Tusitala

Lewis University
Jet Fuel Review
Windows Fine Arts Magazine

McHenry County College
Voices

North Central College
30 North

College of DuPage
Prairie Light Review

Southern Illinois University Carbondale
Grassroots

Southern Illinois University Edwardsville
River Bluff Review

University of Chicago
Memoryhouse Magazine

University of Illinois at Chicago
Red Shoes Review

Western Illinois University
Elements

Indiana


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Ball State
Broken Plate

Butler University
Manuscripts

DePauw University
A Midwestern Review

Indiana University East
Tributaries

Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis
genesis

Indiana Wesleyan University
Caesura

Purdue University
The Bell Tower

Purdue University Fort Wayne
Confluence

St. Mary's College
The Avenue
Chimes

Saint Mary-of-the-Woods College
Aurora

Taylor University
Parnassus

University of Evansville
Evansville Review
Ohio River Review

University of Indianapolis
Etchings Literary Journal

University of Southern Indiana
FishHook

Valparaiso University
The Lighter

Clarke University
Tenth Muse

Coe College
Coe Review
Colere

Cornell College
Open Field

Drake University
Periphery

Grinnell College
Grinnell Review

Loras College
The Limestone Review

Morningside College
The Kiosk

Mount Mercy University
Mercy Creative Review
Paha Review

St. Ambrose University
Quercus

University of Iowa
Boundless
earthwords: the undergraduate literary review
Fools Magazine
Horizon
Ink Lit Mag

University of Northern Iowa
Inner Weather

Kansas


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Bethel College
YAWP!

Emporia State University
Quivira

Newman University
Coelacanth Literary Journal

Pittsburg State University
Emerald City

Kentucky


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Eastern Kentucky University
Aurora

Hopkinsville Community College
Round Table Literary Journal

Morehead State University
Inscape

Northern Kentucky University
Loch Norse Magazine
Pentangle

University of Kentucky
Shale Literary Journal

West Kentucky Community & Technical College
Exit 7

Western Kentucky University
Zephyrus

Louisiana


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Louisiana State University
Delta Literary Journal

University of Louisiana at Lafayette
The Southwestern Review

University of New Orleans
Ellipsis

Xavier University
New Voices

Maine


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Bowdoin College
The Foundationalist

Colby College
Pequod

University of Maine at Orono
The Open Field
The Puckerbrush Review

Maryland


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Allegany College of Maryland
Expressions

Anne Arundel Community College
Amaranth

Frostburg State University
Backbone Mountain Review
Bittersweet
Joining the Conversation

Montgomery College
The Red Jacket

Mount St. Mary's University
Lighted Corners

Loyola University Maryland
Corridors

Salisbury University
Scarab

Towson University
Grub Street

University of Maryland - Baltimore County
Bartleby

University of Maryland - College Park
Stylus

Washington College
The Collegian

Massachusetts


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Boston College
The Laughing Medusa
The Stylus

Boston University
Clarion

Brandeis University
Laurel Moon

Bridgewater State College
The Bridge

Cape Cod Community College
Sea Change

Emerson College
Concrete Literary Magazine
Gauge

Fitchburg State University
Route 2

Framingham Sate University
The Onyx

Harvard College
The Harvard Advocate

Harvard University
Tuesday Magazine

Holyoke Community College
Pulp City

Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts
Spires

Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Rune

Merrimack College
Merrimack Review

Northeastern University
Spectrum

Salem State University
Red Skies

Springfield College
The Alden Street Review

Suffolk University
Venture

University of Massachusetts - Boston
The Watermark

University of Massachusetts - Dartmouth
Temper Literary Review

Wheaton College
Rushlight Literary Magazine

Williams College
The Williams Literary Review

Worcester State University
New Worcester Spy

Michigan


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Adrian College
Oxcart

Central Michigan University
The Central Review

Grand Rapids Community College
Display Magazine

Grand Valley State University
Fishladder

Kalamazoo College
The Cauldron

Northwestern Michigan College
NMC Magazine

Oakland University
The Oakland Arts Review

Olivet College
Garfield Lake Review

Rochester College
Blackberry Winter

Saginaw Valley State University
Cardinal Sins

St. Claire County Community College
Patterns

University of Michigan-Flint
Qua Literary and Fine Arts Magazine

University of Michigan
Xylem Literary Magazine

Western Michigan University
The Laureate

Minnesota


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Augsburg College
Murphy Square

Central Lakes College
The Bent Pine

College of Saint Benedict/Saint John's University
Studio One

Concordia College
AfterWork

Gustavus Adolphus College
Firethorne

Hamline University
Fulcrum Journal
rock, paper, scissors

Minnesota State University, Moorhead
Red Weather

North Hennepin Community College
Realities
Under Construction

Southwest Minnesota State University
Perceptions

St. Cloud State University
Upper Mississippi Harvest

St. Olaf College
Bifrost Review

University of Minnesota
The Tower

University of St. Thomas, Minnesota
Summit Avenue Review

Mississippi


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Delta State University
Da Literary Magazine

Millsaps College
Stylus

Mississippi State University
The Streetcar

Mississippi University for Women
The Dilettanti

University of Southern Mississippi
Product

Missouri


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Drury University
Currents

Lindenwood University
Arrow Rock

Missouri Southern State University
bordertown

Missouri University of Science & Technology
Southwinds

St. Louis University
The Kiln Project

Southeast Missouri State University
Journey

Truman State University
Windfall

University of Central Missouri
Arcade Magazine

University of Missouri
Epic Literary Magazine

University of Missouri, St. Louis
Litmag

Washington University in St. Louis
Spires: Intercollegiate Arts & Literary Magazine

Montana


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St. Charles Community College
Mid Rivers Review

University of Montana
Oval

Nebraska


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Hastings College
Spectrum

Nebraska Wesleyan University
The Flintlock

Southeast Community College
Illuminations

University of Nebraska, Kearney
The Carillon

University of Nebraska, Lincoln
Laurus

Nevada


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New Hampshire


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Colby-Sawyer College
Solidus
Third Line

Dartmouth College
Lifelines

Franklin Pierce University
Nevermore

New Hampshire Institute of Art
Ayris: A Creative Arts Journal

Southern New Hampshire University
The Manatee

New Jersey


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Atlantic Cape Community College
Rewrites

College of New Jersey
Lion's Eye

Drew University
Insanity's Horse

Mercer County Community College
Kelsey Review

Monmouth University
The Monmouth Review

Princeton University
The Nassau Literary Review

Rowan University
Avant

Seton Hall University
Corner Pocket

William Paterson Univeristy
Zeitgeist

New Mexico


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Central New Mexico Community College
Leonardo Magazine

Santa Fe Community College
Santa Fe Literary Review

University of New Mexico
Scribendi

University of New Mexico-Gallup
Red Mesa Review

New York


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Barnard College
Echoes

Baruch College
Encounters

Binghamton University - SUNY
Ellipsis

Brooklyn College
Stuck in the Library

Canisius College
Quadrangle

The College at Brockport - SUNY
Jigsaw

Columbia University
4x4 Magazine
The Blue and White
The Columbia Review
The Eye
Quarto

Cornell University
Rainy Day

Cortland - SUNY
Crystallize Review

Finger Lakes Community College
Isotrope

Fordham University
The Ampersand

Fredonia - SUNY
The Trident

Hobart and William Smith Colleges
Thel

Hofstra University
The New FONT

Houghton College
the Lanthorn

Hunter College -CUNY
The Olivetree Review

Long Island University, Brooklyn
Downtown Brooklyn

Marymount Manhattan College
The Carson Review

Nassau Community College
Luna

The New School
12th Street

New York University
West 10th

Pace University
Aphros
Alinéa: Literary & Arts Journal

Pratt Institute
Ubiquitous

Purchase College - SUNY
Italics Mine

Rochester Institute of Technology
Signatures

Sarah Lawrence College
Dark Phrases
The Sarah Lawrence College Literary Review

State University of New York at Geneseo
Gandy Dancer

State University of New York at New Paltz
New Voices, New Visions

State University of New York at Plattsburgh
North Star

University at Albany
Arch

University at Buffalo
NAME

North Carolina


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Appalachian State University
The Peel

Davidson College
Exit 30 Literary Magazine
Hobart Park

Duke University
The Archive

Elon University
Colonnades

Meredith College
Colton Review

North Carolina State University
Windhover

Pfeiffer University
The Phoenix

Salem College
Incunabula

St. Andrews University
Gravity Hill

The University of North Carolina, Asheville
Headwaters Creative Arts Magazine

The University of North Carolina at Greensboro
The Coraddi

The University of North Carolina at Pembroke
The Aurochs
ReVisions

The University of North Carolina, Wilmington
Atlantis: A Creative Magazine

Wake Forest University
Three to Four Ounces

Wayne Community College
Renaissance

North Dakota


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Bluffton University
Bridge: the Bluffton University Literary Journal
Shalith

Bowling Green State University
Prairie Margins National Lit Mag

Capital University
The ReCap

College of Wooster
The Goliard

Columbus State Community College
Et al. Journal
Spring Street

Denison University
Exile

Kent State University
Luna Negra Magazine

Malone University
The Quaker

Miami University
Inklings

Mount St. Joseph University
Lions on Line

Ohio Northern University
Polaris

Ohio University
Sphere

Ohio Wesleyan University
The OWL

Otterbein University
Quiz & Quill

University of Cincinnati
Short Vine

Wittenberg University
The Wittenberg Review

Youngstown State University
Penguin Review

 

Oklahoma


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Oklahoma City University
The Scarab

Oklahoma State University
Frontier Mosaic

Oregon


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Clackamas Community College
Clackamas Literary Review

Eastern Oregon University
Oregon East

Lewis & Clark College
The Literary Review

Linfield College
Camas

Mt. Hood Community College
Perceptions

Oregon State University
Prism

Portland Community College
Alchemy
The Bellwether Review
Cinder Cone
Letter & Line
Pointed Circle

Portland State University
Pathos Literary Magazine

Pennsylvania


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Allegheny College
The Allegheny Review

Cabrini College
Woodcrest

Carnegie Mellon University
The Oakland Review

Cedar Crest College
Pitch

Chatham University
Minor Bird

Dickinson College
The Dickinson Review

Drexel University
Maya Literary Magazine

Duquesne University
:Lexicon

Edinboro University
The Magazine

Gannon University
Totem

Gettysburg College
The Mercury

Franklin & Marshall College
boy-band magazine
Epilogue
Fem&M

Haverford College
Milkweed

Holy Family University
FOLIO

Indiana University of Pennsylvania
New Growth Arts Review

Kutztown University
Shoofly

Lebanon Valley College
Green Blotter

Lock Haven University
The Crucible

Lycoming College
The Tributary

Mercyhurst University
Lumen

Penn State
Kalliope
Klio

Penn State-Abington
The Abington Review

Penn State-Altoona
Hard Freight

Reading Area Community College
Legacy

Robert Morris University
Rune

St. Vincent College
Generation

Seton Hill University
Eye Contact

Shippensburg University
The Reflector

Susquehanna University
Apprentice Writer
FUSE
 (Forum for Undergraduate Student Editors)
Essay
RiverCraft
Sanctuary

Temple University
Hyphen

University of Pittsburgh
Collision Literary Magazine

University of Pittsburgh at Bradford
Baily's Beads

University of Scranton
Esprit

Ursinus College
The Lantern

Villanova University
POLIS Literary Magazine

Widener University
The Blue Route
Widener Ink

Wilkes University
Manuscript

Wilson College
Bottom Shelf Review

York College
The York Review

Rhode Island


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Brown University
Prospect
The Round
SOMOS

Providence College
The Alembic

Rhode Island College
Shoreline

Roger Williams University
Mount Hope

South Carolina


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Converse College
Concept

Francis Marion University
Snow Island Review

Presbyterian College
Figs & Thistles

Winthrop University
The Anthology

South Dakota


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Dakota State Univeristy
New Tricks

Dakota Wesleyan University
Prairie Winds

South Dakota State University
Oakwood

Tennessee


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Austin Peay State University
The 601

Belmont University
Belmont Literary Journal

Christian Brothers University
Castings

East Tennessee State University
The Mockingbird

Maryville College
Impressions

Middle Tennessee State University
Collage: A Journal of Creative Expressions

Rhodes College
The Southwestern Review

Tennessee Tech University
The Iris Review

Tennessee Wesleyan University
Springs of Helicon

University of Tennessee at Chattanooga
Sequoya Review

Vanderbilt University
The Vanderbilt Review

Volunteer State Community College
Pioneer Pen

 

Texas


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Abilene Christian Univeristy
The Shinnery Review

Austin College
Suspension

Austin Community College Rio Grande
The Rio Review

Baylor University
The Phoenix

Lamar University
Pulse

Lone Star College-CyFair
The Barker's Voice: A Journal of Arts and Letters

Lone Star College-Tomball
Inkling Magazine

Midwestern State University Texas
Voices

Rice University
R2: The Rice Review

St. Edward's University
Sorin Oak Review

Stephen F. Austin University
HUMID

Sul Ross University
The Sage

Texas Christian University
eleven40seven

Texas State University, San Marcos
Persona

Texas Tech University
Harbinger

Trinity University
The Trinity Review

University of Houston
Glass Mountain Magazine

University of Houston-Downtown
The Bayou Review

University of North Texas
North Texas Review

University of Texas at Austin
Apricity Magazine

University of Texas at San Antonio
Sagebrush Review

University of Texas Rio Grande Valley
Gallery



Brigham Young Univesity
Criterion
Inscape

Dixie State University
The Southern Quill

Salt Lake Community College
Folio

Utah State University
Sink Hollow

Weber State University
Metaphor

Vermont


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Bennington College
Silo

Goddard College
Duende

Unviersity of Vermont
The Gist

Virginia


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Averett University
The Ember

Eastern Mennonite University
The Phoenix

Ferrum College
Chrysalis Literary & Arts Magazine

University of Lynchburg
Agora
The PRISM

Mary Baldwin University
Outrageous Fortune

Marymount University
blueInk
Magnificat

Northern Virginia Community College
Calliope

Randolph College
Hail, Muse Etc.

Randolph-Macon College
The Stylus

Sweet Briar College
Red Clay

University of Richmond
The Messenger Literary Magazine

Virginia Commonwealth University
plain china
Pwatem

Washington & Lee University
Muse

Washington


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Cascadia College
Yours Truly

Central Washington University
Manastash Literary Arts

Clark College
Phoenix

Evergreen State College
Inkwell: A Student Guide to Writing at Evergreen

Green River College
Espial

Peninsula College
Tidepools Magazine

Seattle Pacific University
Lingua Journal

Seattle University
Fragments

Shoreline Community College
Spindrift

University of Washington
Bricolage

University of Washington
Clamor

Walla Walla University
Gadfly

Western Washington University
Jeopardy

Whitman College
blue moon

West Virginia


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Marshall University
Et Cetera

Shepherd University
Sans Merci

West Virginia University
Calliope

Wisconsin


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Carthage College
Centrique

Carroll College
Portage Magazine

Northland College
Mosaic

St. Norbert College
Graphos

Silver Lake College of the Holy Family
The Novice

University of Wisconsin-Baraboo/Sauk County
Spirit Lake Review

University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire
NOTA

University of Wisconsin-La Crosse
The Catalyst 

University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee
Furrow

University of Wisconsin-Oshkosh
Wisconsin Review

University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point
Barney Street

University of Wisconsin-Whitewater
The Muse

Viterbo University
Touchstone Magazine

Canada


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Dalhousie University
Fathom

Kwantlen Polytechnic University
pulp MAG

University of Alberta
Glass Buffalo

University of Calgary
NoD Magazine

University of Saskatchewan
The Fieldstone Review

University of Windsor
Generation
Windsor Review

Vancouver Island University
Incline
Portal

Undergraduate Creative Writing Programs

The NewPages Guide to
BA, BFA, AA, AFA Creative Writing Programs

This directory features creative writing undergraduate programs. The majority of these are for degrees in English with a concentration or minor in creative writing. It is still being updated, and we'd appreciate hearing from you if you know of programs not yet listed. Many links will be directly to the English Department of the college website if we can't locate a more specific link to a creative writing program page for that institution.

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Alabama


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Alabama State University
English Department
Writing minor

Auburn University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Auburn University, Montgomery
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Jacksonville State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Alabama-Birmingham
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Alabama
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of South Alabama
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Alaska


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University of Alaska Fairbanks
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Arizona


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Arizona State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Phoenix College
English Department
Creative Writing AA

University of Arizona
English Department
Creative Writing major

Arkansas


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Arkansas Tech University
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

Hendrix College
English Department
Creative Writing major

University of Arkansas at Little Rock
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Arkansas at Monticello
Arts and Humanities
Creative Writing concentration

University of Central Arkansas
English Department
Creative Writing major

California


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Antioch University Los Angeles
Creative Writing concentration

Antioch University Santa Barbara
Professional & Creative Writing BA

Azusa Pacific University
English Department
Writing concentration

California Baptist University
Creative Writing BFA
Creative Writing minor
Creative Writing concentration

California Lutheran University
English Department
Creative Writing major

California Polytechnic State University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

California State University, Chico
English Department
Creative Writing minor

California State University, East Bay
English Department
Creative Writing option, BA
Creative Writing minor 

California State University, Fresno
English Department
Creative Writing option, BA

California State University, Fullerton
English Department
Creative Writing minor

California State University, Long Beach
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

California State University, Los Angeles
English Department
Creative Writing minor

California State University, Monterey Bay
English Department
Creative Writing minor

California State University, Northridge
English Department
Creative Writing option

California State University, Sacramento
English Department
Creative Writing minor

California State University, San Bernardino
English Department
Creative Writing BA
Writing Center

Chapman University
English Department
Creative Writing BFA
John Fowles Center for Creative Writing

Dominican University of California
Literature and Languages Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Holy Names University
School of Liberal Arts
Writing for Professionals concentration

Humboldt State University
English Department
Writing Practices BA

Irvine Valley College
English Department
Creative Writing Program

La Sierra University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Laguna College of Art + Design
Creative Writing minor

Long Beach City College
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Loyola Marymount University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Mills College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Monterey Peninsula College
Language & Communication
Creative Writing Program

National University
Arts & Humanities Department
Creative Writing minor

Pasadena City College
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Pepperdine University / Seaver College
Humanities Division
Creative Writing major / minor

Pomona College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Saint Mary’s College of California
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

San Diego State University
English & Comparative Literature Department
Creative Writing minor

San Francisco State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

San Jose State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Sonoma State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Stanford University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

University of California Berkeley
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of California Davis
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of California Irvine
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of California Los Angeles
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of California Riverside
Creative Writing Department
Creative Writing BA

University of California Santa Cruz
Literature Department
Creative Writing BA

University of La Verne
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

University of Redlands
English Department
Creative Writing major

University of San Diego
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Southern California
English Department
Creative Writing BA


Colorado


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Adams State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor / emphasis

Arapahoe Community College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Colorado College
English Department
Creative Writing track

Colorado Mesa University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Colorado State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Colorado State University - Pueblo
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Naropa University
Creative Writing & Literature BA

Western Colorado University
Communication Arts, Languages & Literature Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Colorado Boulder
English Department
Creative Writing major

University of Colorado Colorado Springs
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Colorado Denver
English Department
Creative Writing option

University of Denver
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Connecticut


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Albertus Magnus College
BA in English
Creative Writing concentration

Central Connecticut State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Connecticut College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Eastern Connecticut State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Fairfield University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Southern Connecticut State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Trinity College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Connecticut
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Hartford
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Wesleyan University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Yale University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Washington D.C.


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American University
Literature Department
Creative Writing minor

George Washington University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Georgetown University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Howard University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Delaware


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University of Delaware
English Department
Writing minor 

Florida


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Eckerd College
Literature Department
Creative Writing BA

Flagler College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Florida Gulf Coast University
Language & Literature Department
Creative Writing minor

Florida State University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Nova Southeastern University
Department of Writing and Communication
Writing minor

Ringling College of Art + Design
Creative Writing BFA

Saint Leo University
English Department
Professional Writing specialization

Stetson University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

University of Central Florida
English Department
Creative Writing BA
Creative Writing minor

University of Florida
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Miami
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of South Florida
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Tampa
English & Writing Department
Writing BA

University of West Florida
English Department
Creative Writing specialization

Georgia


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Agnes Scott College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Augusta University
English Department
Creative Writing track

Berry College
English Department
Creative Writing option

Brewton-Parker College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Emory University
English Department
Creative Writing major

Georgia College & State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Georgia Southern University
Writing & Linguistics Department
Writing & Linguistics BA
Creative Writing minor

Georgia State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Mercer University
English Department
Creative Writing major

Savannah College of Art and Design
Creative Writing overview
Creative Writing BFA

Spelman College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Thomas University
Literature & Media major
Creative Writing minor

University of Georgia
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of West Georgia
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Valdosta State University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Hawaii


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Hawai'i Pacific University
English Department
Writing minor

University of Hawaii at Manoa
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Idaho


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Boise State University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

College of Idaho
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

College of Western Idaho
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Idaho State University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Lewis-Clark State College
English Department
Creative Writing BFA
Creative Writing BA
Creative Writing minor

North Idaho College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Idaho
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Illinois


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Augustana College
English and Creative Writing

Bradley University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Benedictine University
Department of Communication Arts
Writing & Publishing major

College of DuPage
English Programs
Creative Writing Program

Columbia College Chicago
English Department
Creative Writing BA
Creative Writing minor

DePaul University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Dominican University
English Department
Writing concentration

Eastern Illinois University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Greenville University
Language, Literature, & Culture Department
Journalism & Creative Writing track

Illinois State University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Illinois Wesleyan University
English Department
Writing concentration

Knox College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Lake Forest College
Department of English & Creative Writing
Creative Writing major

Lewis University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Loyola University Chicago
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Millikin University
English Department
Writing major

North Central College
English Department
Writing emphasis

Northwestern University
English Department
Creative Writing major

Northwestern University - School of Professional Studies
Creative Writing major

Principia College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration
Creative Writing minor

Roosevelt University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

School of the Art Institute of Chicago
Writing Department
Writing emphasis

Southern Illinois University Carbondale
English Department
Creative Writing specialization

Southern Illinois University Edwardsville
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Chicago
English Language & Literature Department
Creative Writing major / minor

University of Illinois at Chicago
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Western Illinois University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Indiana


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Ball State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Butler University
English Department
Creative Writing track

Calumet College of St. Joseph
English, Writing, & Professional Communications Department 
Creative Writing concentration

DePauw University
English Department
Writing major

Earlham College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Grace College
Department of Languages, Literature, & Communication
Creative Writing minor

Huntington University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Indiana State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Indiana University Bloomington
English Department
Creative Writing concentration / minor

Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis
English Department
Creative Writing track

Indiana University South Bend
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Indiana Wesleyan University
Modern Language & Literature Division
Writing major / minor

Purdue University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Purdue University Fort Wayne
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Taylor University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Evansville
English Department
Creative Writing BA/BFA

University of Indianapolis
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

University of Notre Dame
English Department
Creative Writing Program

University of Southern Indiana
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Valparaiso University
English Department
Creative Writing BA
Creative Writing minor

Wabash College
English Department
Creative Writing major


Briar Cliff University
Department of Modern Languages
Creative Writing emphasis

Central College
English Department
Writing emphasis

Coe College
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Cornell College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Drake University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Grinnell College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Loras College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Morningside College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Mount Mercy University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Iowa
English Department
Creative Writing major

University of Northern Iowa
Languages & Literatures Department
Creative Writing minor

Upper Iowa University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Kansas


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Bethel College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Emporia State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Haskell Indian Nations University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Kansas State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Pittsburg State University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Kansas
English Department
Creative Writing track

Wichita State University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Kentucky


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Asbury University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Centre College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Eastern Kentucky University
English & Theatre Department
Creative Writing focus

Morehead State University
English Department
Creative Writing BFA / minor

Murray State University
English & Philosophy Department
Creative Writing BA, BFA, BS

Northern Kentucky University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Spalding University
Liberal Studies Department
Creative Writing BFA

Thomas More College
English Department
Creative Writing major

University of Louisville
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Western Kentucky University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Louisiana


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Louisiana State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Loyola University New Orleans
English Department
Writing concentration

Nicholls State University
Department of Languages and Literature
Creative Writing concentration / minor

Southeastern Louisiana University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Tulane University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Louisiana at Lafayette
English Department
Creative Writing BA

University of Louisiana Monroe
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of New Orleans
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Xavier University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Maine


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Bates College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Bowdoin College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Colby College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Maine at Farmington
English Department
Creative Writing Program

University of Maine at Machias
Creative Arts Program

University of Maine at Presque Isle
English Department
Writing concentration

University of Maine at Orono
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Southern Maine
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Maryland


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Anne Arundel Community College
English Department
Creative Writing AA

Bowie State University
Department of Language, Literature & Cultural Studies
Creative Writing concentration

Frostburg State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Goucher College
Center for Contemporary and Creative Writing
Creative Writing concentration

Johns Hopkins University
English Department
Writing Seminars major

Loyola College
Writing Department
Writing major / minor

Maryland Institute College of Art
Humanistic Studies Department
Creative Writing minor

Mount St. Mary's University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Salisbury University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Towson University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Baltimore
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Maryland - Baltimore County
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Maryland - College Park
English Department
Creative Writing Minor

Washington College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Massachusetts


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Amherst College
English Department
Creative Writing Center

Bentley University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Boston College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Boston University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Brandeis University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Bridgewater State College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Curry College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Emerson College
Writing, Literature & Publishing Department
Creative Writing BFA

Framingham State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Harvard University
English Department
Creative Writing program

Holyoke Community College
English & Creative Writing Department
Creative Writing AA

Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Writing and Humanistic Studies
Creative Writing concentration

Lesley University
Humanities Department
Creative Writing BA
Creative Writing minor

Northeastern University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Salem State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Smith College
English Language and Literature
Creative Writing emphasis

Springfield College
Creative Writing minor

Suffolk University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Tufts University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Massachusetts - Amherst
English Department
Creative Writing specialization

University of Massachusetts - Boston
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Massachusetts - Dartmouth
English Department
Creative Writing option

Wellesley College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Western New England College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Williams College
English Department
Creative Writing honors

Worcester State Univeristy
English Department
Writing concentration

Michigan


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Adrian College
English Department
Writing emphasis

Albion College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Alma College
English Department
Writing minor

Calvin College
English Department
Writing minor

Central Michigan University
English Language & Literature Department
Creative Writing concentration

Eastern Michigan University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Grand Valley State University
Writing Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Hope College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Kalamazoo College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Lake Superior State University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Michigan State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration
Creative Writing minor

Northern Michigan University
English Department
Writing minor

Saginaw Valley State University
English Department
Creative Writing major

Siena Heights University
English Department
Creative Writing major

University of Michigan
English Department
Creative Writing minor
Creative Writing sub-concentration

Wayne State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Western Michigan University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Minnesota


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Augsburg College
English Department
Writing concentration

Bemidji State University
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

Bethel University
English Department
English Literature & Writing major
Creative Writing minor

Carleton College
English Department
Creative Writing option
Creative Writing Contests

College of St. Benedict/St. John's University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration
Writing minor

Concordia University, St. Paul
Creative Writing emphasis
Writing minor

Hamline University
English Department
Creative Writing BFA
Creative Writing concentration
Creative Writing minor

Macalester College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Minnesota State University Mankato
English Department
Creative Writing BA, BFA / minor

Normandale Community College
English Department
Creative Writing AFA

North Hennepin Community College
Creative Writing AFA

St. Cloud State University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

St. Olaf College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Southwest Minnesota State University
English Department
Literature/Creative Writing BA

University of Minnesota
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of St. Thomas
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Winona State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Mississippi


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Belhaven University
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

Delta State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Mississippi State University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Mississippi University for Women
Languages, Literature & Philosophy Department
Creative Writing concentration
Creative Writing minor

University of Mississippi
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Missouri


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Columbia College Missouri
Language & Communication Studies Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Drury University
English Department
Writing major / minor

Lindenwood University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Missouri Southern State University
English & Philosophy Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Missouri State University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Northwest Missouri State University
English & Modern Languages Department
Creative Writing emphasis

St. Louis University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration
Creative Writing minor

Stephens College
School of Creative and Performing Arts
Creative Writing BFA

Southeast Missouri State University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Truman State University
English & Linguistics Department
Creative Writing BFA 

University of Central Missouri
English & Philosophy Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Missouri
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Missouri-Kansas City
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Webster University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Montana


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Montana State University, Billings
English & Philosophy Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Rocky Mountain College
English Department
Creative Writing BA

University of Montana
English Department
Creative Writing program

Nebraska


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Creighton University
English Department
Creative writing emphasis

University of Nebraska, Kearney
English Department
Writing emphasis
Creative Writing minor

University of Nebraska, Lincoln
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Nebraska, Omaha
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

Nevada


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College of Southern Nevada
English Department
Creative Writing AA

Sierra Nevada College
Humanities & Social Sciences Department
Creative Writing BFA

New Hampshire


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Colby-Sawyer College
Colby-Sawyer College
Creative Writing BA / minor

Dartmouth College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Franklin Pierce University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

New England College
Institute of Art & Design
Creative Writing BA

New Hampshire Institute of Art
Creative Writing BFA

Southern New Hampshire University
English Language & Literature (BA)
Creative Writing BA

University of New Hampshire
English Department
Writing minor

New Jersey


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College of New Jersey
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Drew University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Fairleigh Dickinson University
Department of Literature, Language, Writing, and Philosophy
Creative Writing BA

Kean University
English Department
Writing option

Monmouth University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Montclair State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Princeton University
Center for the Arts
Creative Writing BA

Richard Stockton College
Arts & Humanities Department
Creative Writing BA

Rowan University
Writing Arts Department
Creative Writing concentration
Creative Writing minor

Rutgers University - Camden
English Department
Writing minor

Rutgers University - Newark
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Seton Hall University
English Department
Creative Writing BA
Creative Writing minor

Warren County Community College
Creative Writing AFA

William Paterson University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

New Mexico


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Eastern New Mexico University
Department of Languages and Literature
Creative Writing minor

Institute of American Indian Arts
Creative Writing Program

New Mexico Highlands University
English Department
Writing minor

New Mexico State University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Santa Fe Community College
School of Liberal Arts and Core Studies
Creative Writing Program

University of New Mexico
English Language & Literature Department
Creative Writing concentration

New York


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Adelphi University
English Department
Creative Writing track

Alfred University
College of Liberal Arts and Sciences
Creative Writing concentration

Barnard College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Baruch College
English Department
Creative Writing specialization

Binghamton University - SUNY
English, General Literature & Rhetoric Department
Creative Writing Program

Brooklyn College of CUNY
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

Canisius College
English Department
Creative Writing program

Colgate University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

College of Saint Rose
English Department
Writing minor

Columbia University School of the Arts
Creative Writing major

Cornell University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Fordham University
English Department
Creative Writing option

Hamilton College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Hobart & William Smith Colleges
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Hofstra University
English Department
Creative Writing Concentration

Houghton College
English and Writing Department
Creative Writing major

Hunter College -CUNY
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Ithaca College
Writing Department
Writing BA

John Jay College - CUNY
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Keuka College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

LaGuardia Community College - CUNY
English Department
Creative Writing track

Le Moyne College
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Long Island University, Brooklyn
Department of English, Philosophy, & Foreign Languages
Creative Writing concentration

Long Island University, C.W. Post Campus
English Department
Writing concentration

Manhattanville College
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Marymount Manhattan
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Medaille College
Department of Interdisciplinary Studies
Creative Writing concentration

Nassau Community College
English Department
Creative Writing AA

The New School
Department of Literary Studies
Creative Writing concentration
Riggio Honors Program: Writing & Democracy

New York University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

New York University School of Professional Studies
Creative Writing concentration

Pace University - NYC
English Department
Writing & Literature concentration
English/Publishing BA/MS

Pace University - Pleasantville
English & Modern Language Studies Department
Creative Writing minor

Pratt Institute
Department of Writing
Writing BFA

Purchase College - SUNY
School of Humanities
Creative Writing BA

St. Lawrence University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Sarah Lawrence College
Writing Program

Skidmore College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

State University of New York at Brockport
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

State University of New York at Buffalo
English Department
Creative Writing focus

State University of New York at Fredonia
English Department
Creative Writing minor

State University of New York at Geneseo
English Department
Creative Writing track

State University of New York at New Paltz
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

State University of New York at Oswego
English Department
Creative Writing BA

State University of New York at Plattsburgh
English Department
Writing Arts BA

State University of New York at Potsdam
English & Communication Department
Creative Writing BA / BFA

University of Rochester
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Utica College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Vassar College
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Wells College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

North Carolina


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Appalachian State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Davidson College
English Department
Writing Program

Duke University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

East Carolina University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Elon University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Fayetteville State University
English Department
Creative & Professional Writing BA
Creative & Professional Writing minor

Gardner-Webb University
English Department
Creative Writing track

North Carolina State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Pfeiffer University
English BA
Creative Writing concentration

Queens University of Charlotte
English & Creative Writing Department
Creative Writing BA

St. Andrews Presbyterian College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Salem College
English program
Creative Writing Program

St. Andrews University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

University of Mount Olive
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of North Carolina-Asheville
Literature & Language Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill
English & Comparative Literature Department
Creative Writing Program

University of North Carolina-Greensboro
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of North Carolina-Pembroke
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of North Carolina-Wilmington
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

Wake Forest University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Warren Wilson College
English Department
Creative Writing Program major / minor

Western Carolina University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

North Dakota


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University of North Dakota
English Department
Writing & Editing certificate




Antioch University Midwest
Liberal Studies, Creative Writing and Literature BA

Ashland University
English Department
Creative Writing major

Bluffton University
English/Language Department
Writing minor / major

Bowling Green State University
English Department
Creative Writing Program
Creative Writing BFA

Capital University
English Department
Creative Writing major

Case Western Reserve University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Cedarville University
English, Literature & Modern Languages Department
Creative Writing minor

Cleveland State University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Denison University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Hiram College
English Department
Creative Writing major

John Carroll University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Kent State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Kenyon College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Marietta College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Miami University
English Department
Creative Writing major

Mount St. Joseph University
Liberal Arts Department
Creative Writing minor

Oberlin College
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Ohio Northern University
College of Arts & Sciences
Creative Writing major

Ohio State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Ohio University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Ohio Wesleyan University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Otterbein College
English Department
Creative Writing BA / BFA

Tiffin University
School of Arts & Sciences
Creative Writing minor

University of Akron
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Cincinnati
English & Comparative Literature Department
Creative Writing major
Creative Writing certificate

University of Findlay
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Toledo
English Language & Literature Department
Creative Writing concentration

Wittenberg University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Wright State University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Youngstown State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Oklahoma


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Cameron University
English & Foreign Languages Department
Creative Writing track

Oklahoma City University
English Department
Writing track

Oklahoma State University
English Department
Creative Writing option

Southwestern Oklahoma State University
English Department
Writing option

University of Central Oklahoma
English Department
Creative Writing major

University of Oklahoma
English Department
Writing track

Oregon


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Clackamas Community College
English Department
Creative Writing courses

Eastern Oregon University
English/Writing Program
Writing concentration

George Fox University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Lewis & Clark College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Linfield College
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Mt. Hood Community College
English Department
Creative Writing focus

Oregon State University
School of Writing, Literature, & Film
Creative Writing BA

Pacific Northwest College of the Art
Creative Writing Program

Pacific University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Portland Community College
Creative Writing courses

Portland State University
Creative Writing Department
BFA in Creative Writing

Southern Oregon University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Western Oregon University
English Department
Writing major / minor

Willamette University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Pennsylvania


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Allegheny College
English Department
Creative Writing track

Arcadia University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Bucknell University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Cabrini College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

California University of Pennsylvana
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Carlow University
English Department
Creative Writing major

Carnegie Mellon University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Cedar Crest College
English & Writing Department
Writing major/ minor

Chatham University
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

Clarion University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Dickinson College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Drexel University
English & Philosophy Department
Writing minor

Duquesne University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Franklin & Marshall College
English Department
Creative Writing track

Gannon University
English Department
Writing empahsis

Gettysburg College
English Department
Writing concentration / minor

Haverford College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Holy Family University
School of Arts & Sciences
Creative Writing minor

Indiana University of Pennsylvania
English Department
Writing Studies Program

Kutztown University
English Department
Professional Writing BA

La Salle University
English Department
Creativre Writing minor

Lebanon Valley College
Creative Writing Program
Creative Writing minor

Lehigh University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Lincoln University
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Lock Haven University
English Department
Writing concentration

Lycoming College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Mansfield University
English Department
Professional Writing concentration
Creative Writing minor

Mercyhurst College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration / minor

Penn State University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Penn State-Altoona
English Program
Creative Writing major / minor

Penn State-Erie, Behrend College
School of Humanities & Social Sciences
Creative Writing major

Point Park University
School of Arts and Sciences
Creative Writing BA / minor

Robert Morris University
English Department
Writing concentration

St. Vincent College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Seton Hill University
English Department
Creative Writing specialization

Shippensburg University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Slippery Rock University
English Department
Creative Writing B.S.

Susquehanna University
English & Creative Writing Department
Creative Writing major / minor
FUSE (Forum for Undergraduate Student Editors)

Swarthmore College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Temple University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Pennsylvania
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Pittsburgh
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Pittsburgh-Bradford
English Program
Writing BA

University of Pittsburgh-Greensburg
English Department
Writing major

University of Pittsburgh-Johnstown
Humanities Division
Creative Writing major

University of Scranton
English & Theatre Department
Creative Writing Program

Ursinus College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Waynesburg University
English & Foreign Languages Department
Creative Writing track

West Chester University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Widener University
English and Creative Writing Department
Creative Writing BA

Wilkes University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Wilson College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

York College
English & Humanities Department
Creative Writing minor

Rhode Island


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Brown University
English Department
Honors in Creative Writing

Bryant University
Literary & Cultural Studies Department
Professional & Creative Writing minor

Providence College
English Department
Creative Writing BA

Rhode Island College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Rhode Island School of Design
English Department
Creative Writing focus

Roger Williams University
English and Creative Writing Department
Creative Writing BFA
Creative Writing minor

Salve Regina University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Rhode Island
English Department
Creative Writing focus

South Carolina


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Clemson University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

College of Charleston
English Department
Creative Writing concentration / minor

Converse College
English Department
Creative Writing BFA
Creative Writing concentration

Francis Marion University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Presbyterian College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of South Carolina
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Winthrop University
English Department
Creative Writing specialization

Wofford College
English Department
Creative Writing minor
Creative Writing concentration

South Dakota


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Dakota Wesleyan University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Northern State University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

University of South Dakota
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Tennessee


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Austin Peay State University
Languages & Literature Department
Creative Writing minor

Belmont University
English Department
Writing emphasis

Carson-Newman College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis / minor

Cumberland University
Humanities & Social Sciences
Creative and Imaginative Writing BA

East Tennessee State University
Literature & Language Department
Creative Writing minor

Rhodes College
English Department
Creative Writing minor
Summer Writing Institute

Tennessee Tech
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Tennessee Wesleyan University
English & Modern Languages Department
Creative Writing BFA

Trevecca Nazarene University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Tusculum College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration / minor

The University of Memphis
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

The University of Tennessee-Chattanooga
English Department
Creative Writing BA

The University of Tennessee-Knoxville
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Vanderbilt University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Texas


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Angelo State University
English Department
Creative Writing specialization / minor

Austin College
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Austin Community College
English Department
Creative Writing Department

Baylor University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Lamar University
English & Modern Languages Department
Writing concentration / minor

Midwestern State University Texas
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Rice University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

St. Edward's University
School of Humanities
Creative Writing specialization

Sam Houston State University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Southern Methodist University
English Department
Creative Writing specialization

Stephen F. Austin State University
English & Creative Writing Department
Creative Writing BFA

Texas A&M University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Texas A&M University - Corpus Christi
English Department
Creative Writing track

Texas State University-San Marcos
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis
Katherine Anne Porter Literary Center

Texas Tech University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Trinity University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Houston
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of North Texas
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of St. Thomas
School of Arts & Sciences
Creative Writing focus & minor

University of Texas at Dallas
Art & Performance Department
Creative Writing empahsis / minor

University of Texas at El Paso
English Department
Creative Writing major / minor

University of Texas Rio Grande Valley
Literatures and Cultural Studies Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Texas at San Antonio
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Brigham Young University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Dixie State University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis / minor

Southern Utah University
English Department
Creating Writing emphasis / minor

University of Utah
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Utah State University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Weber State University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Westminster College of Salt Lake City
English Program
Creative Writing emphasis

Vermont


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Champlain College
Creative Writing specialization

Goddard College
Creative Writing BFA

Marlboro College
Clear Writing Program

Middlebury College
English & American Literatures Department
Creative Writing Program

Northern Vermont University
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

University of Vermont
English Department
Writing emphasis

Virginia


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Bennington College
Literature Program

College of William & Mary
English Department
Creative Writing Program
Creative Writing minor

Emory & Henry College
English Program 
Literature & Creative Writing BA

Ferrum College
English Department
Liberal Studies Program

George Mason University

English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Hampden-Sydney College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Hollins University
English Department
Jackson Center for Creative Writing

James Madison University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Longwood University
English & Modern Languages Department
Creative Writing major / minor

University of Lynchburg
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Marymount University
Literature & Languages Department
Writing track

Old Dominion University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Radford University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Randolph College
English Department
Creative Writing BFA / minor

Randolph-Macon College
English Department
Writing major / minor

Roanoke College
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Sweet Briar College
English Department
English & Creative Writing major / minor

University of Mary Washington
English, Linguistics & Communication Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of Richmond
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Virginia
English Department
Poetry Writing Program

Virginia Commonwealth University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Virginia Tech
English Department
Creative Writing option

Washington and Lee University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Washington


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Antioch University Seattle
Creative Writing concentration

Central Washington University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Eastern Washington University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Seattle Pacific University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Seattle University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

University of Puget Sound
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Washington
English Department
Creative Writing option

University of Washington Bothell
School of Interdisciplinary Arts & Sciences
Creative Writing minor

Walla Walla University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Washington State University
English Department
Creative Writing option

Western Washington University
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Whitman College
English Department
Creative Writing minor

West Virginia


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Alderson Broaddus College
Creative Writing minor

Marshall University
English Department
Creative Writing option

Shepherd University
Department of English & Modern Languages
Creative Writing concentration

West Virginia University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration / minor

Wisconsin


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Beloit College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Carthage College
English Department
Creative Writing major

Lakeland College
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

Lawrence University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Marquette University
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Mount Mary University
Creative Writing major / minor

University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Wisconsin-Green Bay
English Department
English minor
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Wisconsin-La Crosse
English Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Wisconsin-Madison
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee
English Department
Creative Writing track

University of Wisconsin-Parkside
English Department
Creative Writing certificate

University of Wisconsin-River Falls
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis / minor

University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point
English Department
Writing minor

University of Wisconsin-Whitewater
Languages & Literature Department
Creative Writing major / minor

Wyoming


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University of Wyoming
English Department
Creative Writing minor

Canada


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Capilano University
English Department
Creative Writing AA

Concordia University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Dalhousie University
English Department
Creative Writing Program

Douglas College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Grant MacEwan College
English Department
Creative Writing courses

Kwantlen Polytechnic University
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

Okanagan College
English Department
Creative Writing emphasis

Thompson Rivers University
English & Modern Languages Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Alberta
English Department
Creative Writing Program

University of British Columbia
English Department
Creative Writing BFA

University of British Columbia - Okanagan
Creative Writing BA

University of Calgary
English Department
Creative Writing concentration

University of New Brunswick
English Department
Creative Writing option

University of Victoria
Writing Department
Creative Writing minor

University of Windsor
English Department
English Literature & Creative Writing Programs

Vancouver Island University
Arts, Humanities, & Social Sciences Department Department
Creative Writing major

York University
English Department
Creative Writing BA

International


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American University of Paris (France)
Comparative Literature & English Department
Creative Writing Program
Summer Creative Writing Institute

Loughborough University (UK)
Arts, English & Drama Department
Creative Writing emphasis

University College Dublin
School of English, Drama and Film
Creative Writing BA

University of Lincoln (England)
School of English & Journalism
Creative Writing BA


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Tony Abbott

Seth Abramson The Suburban Ecstasies

Katie Acheson something katy

Beth Adams the cassandra pages

Mary Alexander Agner

Kelli Russell Agodon Book of Kells

Sara Altman Whimsical Poet

Pete Anderson Pete Lit

Maria E. Andreu 

Tiel Aisha Ansari Knocking From Inside

Susanne Paola Antonetta

Francisco Aragón Letras Latinas Blog

Jose Angel Araguz The Friday Influence

Michelle Arch Archetype

Marshall Armstrong The Window


B
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Phyllis Babrove Shadows, Gardens, and Other Creations

Bartholomew Barker Poetry, Presidents and Progenitors

Rusty Barnes Live Nude Poems

Gary Barwin Serif of Nottingblog

Thomas Basböll The Pangrammaticon

Lisa Marie Basile

Mary Bast Winding Sheets

Sandra Beasley Chicks Dig Poetry

Steven W. Beattie That Shakespearean Rag

Derek Beaulieu

Francis Bede

Mike Begnal B'Fhiu an Braon Fola

Jessica Bell

Matt Bell *

Aaron Belz

Shannon Benjamin The Saturday Evening Poet

Jeremy Benson Back of the Box

Kristin Berkey-Abbott

Jefferey Berg jdbrecords

Adria Bernardi

Charles Bernstein *

Mark Bernstein

Stephanie Bird Stephanie's Studio

Clay Blancett Fig.1-Worm Drive

John Bloomberg-Rissman Zeitgeist Spam

Yvette Bodden AW: Awakened Woman

Mitchell Bogatz

Gwenda Bond Shaken & Stirred

Joe Bonomo No Such Thing As Was

Dave Bonta via negativa

E. B. Bortz ebbortz

Mel Bosworth No More Hot Lunches for Eddie Socko

Jenny Boully

Kristy Bowen dulcetly

Allen Bramhall tributary

Susie Bright Susie Bright's Journal

Brian Brodeur How a Poem Happens *

Ken Brosky The Death of a Dream

Fleda Brown My Wobbly Bicyle

Bo Bryan Southern Writer Bo Bryan

Fred Bubbers

Catherine Bull Poetry Dork

Andrew Burke Hi Spirits

Eric Burke Anomalocrinus Incurvus

Ted Burke Like It or Not

Miriam Burstein The Little Professor

Rachael Shay Button writing and wandering



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Gerry Canavan

Reyes Cardenas Chicano Poet

Michael Casey The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker Laughs from Birmingham England

Ann Cefola

Edward Champion Reluctant Habits

Sherry Chandler *

Matthew Cheney The Mumpsimus

James M. Chesbro Fatherhood in First Person

Melba Christie poemattic

Jodi Chromey I Will Dare

James Claffey the wrong corner of the sky

Anna Clark Isak

Adam Clay

Ian Cochrane Writer

Sage Cohen The Path of Possibility *

Todd Colby Todd Colby's Glee Farm

Jedd Cole Electric Didact

James Collins Love During Wartime

Shanna Compton

Juliet Cook Doppelgangrene

Rebecca Cook

Joshua Corey Cahiers de Corey

Chris Corrigan

Beth Coyote

Matt Cozart

Caleb Crain Steamboats are Ruining Everything

Del Ray Cross anachronizms

Cynthia Cruz

Laine Cunningham Writer's Resource


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Rachel Dacus Rocket Kids

Jenny Davidson Light Reading

Lâle Davidson A Writing Life

John Davis

Tara Deal

Jamie Dedes The Poet by Day

Barbara DeMarco-Barrett Pen on Fire /

Jerry Dennis Bountiful World

Jennifer K. Dick

Mark Dingemanse The Ideophone

Linh Dinh Detainees

Laurel Dodge Possum

Thom Donovan Wild Horse on Fire

Mary Douglas To the Russian Poets

Erika Dreifus My Machberet

Jehanne Dubrow 

Jim Duchene The Aw, Nuts! Humor Blog

Kendall Dunkelberg



E
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Amanda Earl
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Ryan Eckes Old News

Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow

Barry Eisler The Heart of the Matter

David Ellis toofulltowrite

Dan Erickson writing for the sake of my humanity

Kelcey Parker Ervick ph.d. in creative writing & other stories

Andrew Ervin Ace Publications

Carrie Etter

CM Evans Gigantic Jet

Kate Evans Being and Writing


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Roberta Fallon & Libby Rosof
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Robert Fanning postscript

Guy Farmer Poems and Poetry

Curtis Faville The Compass Rose

Al Filreis

Annie Finch Poetry Witch

James Finnegan ursprache

Donna Fleischer word pond

Adam Ford

Joachim Frank Franx Fiction

Jon Frankel Last Bender`

Jane Friedman *

Nancy Friedman Fritinancy

Naoko Fujimoto White Words


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Elisa Gabbert
 The French Exit

Jeannine Hall Gailey Jeannine Blogs

Neil Gaiman

Kate Gale A Mind Never Dormant

Catherine Gallagher Breathing Silver Linings

Carole J. Garrison Journeys from the known to the unknown

Jeanne Lyet Gassman Jeanne's Writing Desk

Jamie Gaughran-Perez Very Most Good

Robert Gaulke Bugolgi Apparatus

Roxane Gay 

Jacqueline Gens Poetrymind

Greg Gerke

Damyanti Ghosh Daily (w)rite

Alex Gildzen Arroyo Chamisa

Susan Gillis Concrete & River

Dixie Guill Golden Acts of Balance

Guy LeCharles Gonzalez Loud Poet

Howie Good Apocalypse Mambo

Jessica Goodfellow Axis of Abraxas

Erica Goss Poet, Writer, Instructor

Henry Gould HG Poetics

Timothy Green

Heidi Greco out on the big limb

Peli Grietzer Second Balcony

Jessica Groenendijk Words from the Wild

Lauren Grodstein

Tara Lynne Groth Write Naked: A writing life cut open

Sheri Grutz

Christopher Guerin Zealotry of Guerin

Carol Guess

Nicole Gulotta Eat This Poem

Dan Gutstein Blood and Gutstein


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Anne Haines

Rhiannon Hall Poetry and Beyond

John Hanson A Bewildering Search

Cynthia Harrison A Writer's Diary

Finn Havor Conversations in the Book Trade 

Gena Haskett Out On The Stoop

Woody Haut Woody Haut's Blog

Donald W. Hayward

Bob Hazelton Average Poet

Rebecca Hazelton Hinx Minx

Dot Hearn The Writing Vein

Esther Altshul Helfgott Esther's Writing Works

Susan Henderson Lit Park

April Henry So many books, so little time

Liz Henry Composite: Thoughts on Poetics and Tech

Kev Heritage

Aimee Herman

Scott David Herman erasing.org

Tania Hershman TaniaWrites

Crag Hill poetry scorecard

Mandie Hines

Jnana Hodson Jnana's Red Barn

Julian Hoffman Notes from Near and Far

Karen Hogan Writing Shed

Doug Holder Boston Area Small Press Scene

Erin Coughlin Hollowell Being Poetry

Katherine L. Holmes Writing Amid Used Books

Tom Hopkins Thomas Israel Hopkins's Persuasion Machine

Jennifer Howard

Joseph Hutchison The Perpetual Bird


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Luisa Igloria /

Glenn Ingersoll Love Settlement

Jamie Iredell Picnic Cannibal

Jason Irwin



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Michael Jacobson the new post-literate

Marie Jean-Claude You Must Read to Write

Richard Jespers

Paula Johnson The Rose City Sisters

R Dean Johnson

Jonathan Jones Belgianwaffle

Pierre Joris Nomadics


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Megan Kaminski

S. Karlan The Mystery of Things

Chess Katier M3ØW

Ian Keenan Piri' Miri Muli'

John Keene J's Theater

Katherine Keenum Picturing a World

Collin Kelley Modern Confessional

Kevin Kelly KK Lifestream /

Gail Wilson Kenna Crosshill Creek Publications

Deborah Kennedy

Jack Kimball pantaloons

A.S. King Here's me using the word blog in a sentence.

Amy King amy king's alias /

Kathleen Kirk Wait! I have a Blog?!

Austin Kleon

Rob Knetsch Of turmoil and quest

Rodney Koeneke Modern Americans

Molly Koeneman Good Golly Miss Molly Blogs!

Jee Leong Koh song of a reformed headhunter

Nancy Julien Kopp Writer Granny's World

Pamela Gwyn Kripke Like a Single Mom

Donna Kuhn digital aardvarks

Patrick Kurp Anecdotal Evidence *


L
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Margaret Lafleur

Laila Lalami *

Michael Lally Lally's Alley

Page Lambert All Things Literary/All Things Natural

Sandra Gail Lambert

Marissa Landrigan

Jim Landwehr So it goes...

Language Hat

Maryrose Larkin The Reader is the Poem

Dorothea Lasky

Irene Latham Live Love Explore

Amy Lawless (F)lawless

David Dodd Lee Seventeenfingeredpoetrybird

Jim Leftwich Textimagepoem

Liethers

Joe Linker The Coming of the Toads

Diane Lockward Blogalicious

Jeffrey A. Lockwood

Richard Long Muddy Bank

Richard Lopez Really Bad Movies

Helen Losse Windows Toward the World

Denise Low Kansas Poet Laureate

Kelly Luce 

François Luong Voices in Utter Dark

Karina Lutz Poetry for the Great Turning

Sean Lynch Understanding Weakness


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Taylor Mali Journal Blog

Rupert Mallin

Djelloul Marbrook

Bob Marcacci

Cendrine Marrouat Visual Poetry of the Mundane

Cynthia Newberry Martin Catching Days

J H Martin A Coat for a Monkey

Vin Maskell Stereo Stories

Kaz Maslanka Mathematical Poetry

Cindy A. Matthews Confessions of a Blonde Writer

Lori A. May

Steven May ChapBooks

Jonathan Mayhew Stupid Motivational Tricks / Bemsha Swing

Tom McAllister

Marilyn McCabe

MaryAnn McCarra-Fitzpatrick McCarra / Poetry

Toni McCloe psychobabblings of a middle child

Kristen McHenry The Good Typist

Rob McLennan /

Lisa McMann

Kelly McMullen

Sheila McMullin A Poetic Feminist Moon Spit Blog

Mike Meginnis

Matt Merritt Polyolbion

Douglas Messerli Green Integer Blog

William Michaelian

Lincoln Michel

Chloe Yelena Miller *

Stephen Mitchelmore This Space

Thorpe Moeckel

Ashley Monique

G.M. Monks

Vince Montague biblioteke

Steven Moore taichiheartwork

Stephen Morrissey

Ted Morrissey 12 Winters Blog

Ilse Munro DISPLACED PERSON

John Myers Smudgy and Lossy

Drew Myron


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Vihang Naik all for poetry

Meryl Natchez Dactyls & Drakes

Travis Laurence Naught

Christopher Nelson Under a Warm Green Linden 

Daniel Nester How to be Inappropriate

Richard Newman

Aldon Lynn Nielsen Heat String Theory

Chris Norbury A Neo-Renaissance Writer

Eirikur Örn Norðdahl The New Illiterati

Gary Norris dagwolf

Marco North impressions of an expat


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Michelle Ocasio ReadMichelleO

Ann W. Olson Sideway Views

BJ Omanson A Bivouac on the Slopes of Parnassus

David Rory O'Neill

January O'Neill Poet Mom

David Oppegaard

Kevin Opstedal Ukulele Feedback

Ashraf Osman arch.memory

Abiodun Oyewole



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Chad Parenteau Poet for Hire

Guillermo Parra Venepoetics

Robert Peake Code Poet

Alexandria Peary Your Ability to Write is Always Present

Craig Santos Perez the absolutely true blog of craig santos perez

Greg Perry

Kendall F. Person

Joyce Peseroff

Bill Peschel

Adam Peterson Stock Photography Museum

Michael Peverett

Nicole Peyrafitte Collectages

Leslie Pietrzyk Work-in-Progress

Daniel W. Polk

Dawn Potter

Becky Povich

Vivian Faith Prescott Planet Alaska

Samuel Pye The War is Over

Nicole Pyles The World of My Imagination


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Robin Ray The Writings of an American Author

Midge Raymond Remembering English

Jendi Reiter Reiter's Block

Barbara Jane Reyes Poeta y Diwata

Susan Rich The Alchemist's Kitchen

Tad Richards Tad's Opus 40 Blog

Brett Riley

Cinthia Ritchie

Laura Roberts Button Tapper

Adam Robinson Publishing Genius Press

Jen Robinson Jen Robinson's Book Page

Rolli Rolliwrites

Jean-Marie Romana Cursed Poems

Lisa Romeo Lisa Romeo Writes

Ginny Rorby Ginny's Friends

Greig Roselli stone of erasmus

Jack Ross The Imaginary Museum

Stuart Ross Bloggamooga

Matt Rotando Tando

Jerome Rothenberg Poems and Poetics /

Rosemary Royston The Luxury of Trees

Jacob Russell Barking Dog


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Miriam Sagan
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Darshana Saikia Words from a walking, bleeding heart

Mary Sayler

Lauren Scharhag

Brenda Schmidt Alone on a Boreal Stage

Steven D. Schroeder

Susan M. Schultz Tinfish Editor's Blog

Gunturu Seshendra Sharma Visionary Poet of the Millennium

Steven Shaviro The Pinocchio Theory

Robert Sheppard pages

Charles Shere The Eastside View

Andrew Shields

Larissa Shmailo

Shay Siegel Q&A with Shay

Paul Siegell Reveler @ Eyelevel

Martha Silano

Dan Silliman

GV Simoni Conversations with a Hypoxic Dog

R.K. Singh

Ian Singleton

Ron Slate On the Seawall

Marcus Slease Never Mind the Beasts

e. smith sleigh

Cynthia Leitich Smith Cynsations

K. R. Smith My World, My Words

Mary Nida Smith life's beautiful path

Kevin Smokler "Culture, Consumed, Considered"

Laurel Snyder bewilderblog

Bob Sommer Uncommon Hours

Sarah Sousa

Amber Sparks

Kevin Spenst Poetic Edits /

Ken Springtail The Nacreous Oughts

Matina Stamatakis Hybrids

Cynthia Staples Words + Images

Scott T. Starbuck Scott T. Starbuck's Trees, Fish, and Dreams

Hannah Stephenson The Storialist

Gil Stewart October Years

Brian Strang Sorry Nature

Charles Stross Charlie's Diary

Ray Succre

Nita Sweeney Bum Glue: The True Secret of (Nita's) Writing

Todd Swift Eyewear

Elizabeth Kate Switaj Daughter of the Ring of Fire

George Szirtes poet and translator


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Ron Tanner baltimore blog

Terry Teachout About Last Night

Sophia E. Terazawa of creative survival

Michael Theune Structure & Surprise

Daniel Tiernan

Tony Trehy Tony Trehy blog

Monique Trottier So Misguided

Jon Trovato Word Paintings



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Melissa Uchiyama
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Wendy Van Camp No Wasted Ink

Laura van den Berg

Jessie Van Eerden

Alexis Vergalla a web a word a world

Paul Vermeersch Poetry and such

Dan Visel with hidden noise

Lina ramona Vitkauskas Symptom X: Aegri Somnia


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K. Kayin W.
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George M Wallace a fool in the forest

Daren Wang Verb

Paul Warren The Mechanics Of Being Human

Anjum Wasim Dar Poetic Oceans

Jerry Waxler

Loren Webster In a Dark Time... The Eye Begins to See

David Weinberger Joho

Sarah Weinman Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind

Michael Wells Stick Poet Super Hero

Zachariah Wells Career Limiting Moves

Kari Wergeland Voice Break

Tracy Wheatley The Last Space

Anne Hodges White Writing Creative Non-Fiction

Ross White Little Fury

Marcus Wicker

Ben Wilkinson Deconstructive Wasteland

Caroline Wilkinson CW

Juliet Wilson Crafty Green Poet

Gail Wilson Kenna Literature I've Loved

Guinotte Wise

Laurie Witzel Chatoyance

Kayin Wong In the Mind's Well

Erica Wright Erica's Blog


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Susie Yakowicz
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Helen Yendall Blog About Writing

Don Yorty

Marly Youmans The Palace at 2:00 a.m.

C. Dale Young The Micro Muse

Mark Young gamma ways

Mike Young Dragonfly on a Dog Chain

Molly Young Magic Molly

Vassilis Zambaras Vazambam

Laurel Zuckerman's Paris Weblog Paris Writers News

June 18, 2014

Number 1:

Uncle Frank's Diary
Number One

Says Schroeder, "We have a very serious issue with librarians."

"If Schroeder and the AAP have their way, the balance will be gone, and we'll be living in a world that no one concerned about the principles of either political freedom or publishing in a democratic society wants to see. If librarians stand by and let it happen, we'll deserve all the bad press we get."Librarians don't get much bad press. They don't need it. The stereotypes surrounding the library profession are sufficient to do the bad job on them. Why, my old alma mater, the University of Michigan School of Library Science, doesn't even use the dreaded word in its name any more. It has become the "School of Information.""What are you studying in graduate school, Son?"

"Uh, I'm studying information, Dad."

Today's most intense career-building librarians are busy distancing themselves--at least in their PR efforts--from anything that smacks of such antiquated fuddy-duddyism as books, paper, glue, human interaction, reading rooms and such. They're working hard to disavow their history, in hopes of being seen as serious information professionals who pirouette across the Internet, going where no bun-becoiffed, sensible-shoed librarian, male or female, has gone before. They are, shall we say, with it.

Me, too. In fact, I'm seldom without it. I write this at the end of a day in which I spent almost all my time with my head stuck in a computer monitor. Get it off, get it off! None of that patron-izing nonsense for this 21st century former book guy! Let's see, did I communicate face-to-face with a single library user today? No, I did not. Success! I did e-mail like crazy, I did online searching, I answered questions--and all without once lowering myself to the dismal level that requires talking and listening to another person. I did it all on my PC.

Today's librarians are trying hard to be seen as up & at-'em techno wizards, cutting edge, cyberspace aces, and so on. Sometimes the effort bears fruit. Sometimes the fruit proves a little sour, such as when librarians get blamed for poor innocent youth stumbling across feelthy pictures on the Internet when they're supposed to be using the lib's webstations to work up reports on, oh, how they spent their summer vacations.

I spent my summer vacation downloading smut at the public library.

But, OK, librarians are starting to look pretty smart and in the forefront, in spite of those old stereotypes. And they should look pretty smart, because they are, most of them. So just when librarians are looking smart, who comes along and paints 'em up as the evil of the evil, the enemies of truth, justice, and the American Way?

Why, Pat Schroeder, president of the Association of American Publishers.

In a now-notorious article in the Feb. 7 Washington Post ("Pat Schroeder's New Chapter"), staff writer Linton Weeks let Schroeder have her way with librarians, who, as Schroeder sees it, threaten the livelihoods of publishers and authors. But especially publishers.

Says Schroeder, "We have a very serious issue with librarians."

In Schroeder's view of the publishing world, librarians are busy giving away the farm that poor publishers work so hard to tend. "One library buys one of their journals. They give it to other libraries. They'll give it to others." Pretty soon, by golly, those nefarious librarians will drive Elsevier, Bertelsmann, and other hand-to-mouth mom & pop publishers straight to the poorhouse. "Libraries have spent all this money on technology," Schroeder contends. "They don't have any money left for content." So, basically, they steal it.

Schroeder, a retired 12-term U.S. Representative from Colorado, wants to be darned sure that publishers get the money they have coming to them. None of this freebie library stuff on her watch!

The main problem with Schroeder's observations is that they are all wrong. Libraries do not pass around free copies of periodicals to one another. In the tight guidelines that determine interlibrary lending procedures, what goes from one library to another (and ultimately to a specific library user who has requested it) is a copy of a periodical article. Under the strict copyright compliance rules that American libraries follow, only a very limited number of articles from a specific periodical may be freely passed along in this manner over a specified period. Libraries exceeding the allowed quantity must pay for the privilege.

Schroeder's contention that libraries have blown all their bucks on technology at the expense of content is equally off the mark. Yes, for sure, libraries spend ever-increasing chunks of their budgets on technologically related purposes. However, this technology itself often embodies content. In the library where I work, we have a small roster of hardcopy periodical subscriptions, barely over 1,000 titles. Through our subscription to a number of full-text online databases, our users can turn to over ten times that many periodicals in electronic form. Have we sacrificed content for technology? I don't think so. We have simply changed the way we obtain content.

Schroeder's terrible fear that libraries and librarians are exploiting hapless publishers is, in any case, a curious take on the relationship. If there is a genuine source of exploitation in the overall scene, it lies with publishers, particularly those who produce academic journals, who rely on free labor (in the form of academicians toiling in what continues to be a publish-or-perish environment) to produce articles for journals priced at extortionate rates--journals that academic libraries often must buy to satisfy program accreditation requirements.

Such journals--which, again, pay nothing (zero, zip, nada) to their contributors--can cost into several thousand dollars for a single annual subscription. Yes, friends, those vile librarians are shaking down powerless publishers again! Ain't it just criminal?

Two explanations come to mind for Schroeder's characterizations of interlibrary transactions, library technological developments, and the library-publisher relationship. The first is that she is ignorant of the rules and the realities. Schroeder has been president of the AAP since 1997, and is nobody's fool. It defies belief to entertain the notion that she does not know what she is talking about. The other explanation is too obvious to bear discussing.

Why does this matter to the independent press?

In an open, democratic society that depends for its political health on the free public flow of information and opinion, libraries serve as a vital conduit in that flow. They make it possible, through their national networking, for citizens everywhere to obtain the materials they need to make sound decisions about the choices facing them.

Thanks to interlibrary lending, a car mechanic from a northern Wisconsin village can go to his little public library and request a copy of an article from a medical journal owned by only a few major research libraries in the Midwest. A Kentucky sharecropper can request an article from an agriculture journal that no library within hundreds of miles owns. A North Dakota homemaker can ask for a copy of an article from In These Times, or Dollars & Sense, or some other alternative periodical.

Most of the time, these folks won't have to pay anything for the articles when they arrive. They support their local libraries with their taxes; that's sufficient. As it should be. An informed public is the first line of defense against tyranny. The same dynamic that allows these individuals to pursue their unique informational needs at little or no personal cost is the one that helps create a climate of freedom for publishers, that helps make it possible for American publishers to flourish. The situation that we have serves everyone involved.

Pat Schroeder hates it, evidently, because too often people can read or see something without ponying up some dough for the privilege.

Speaking of dough, the Post reports that Schroeder makes a modest $370,000 a year for her AAP work. Although small, that sum is undoubtedly a welcome supplement to the income of a retired U.S. Congresswoman struggling to eke out an existence. With her first AAP check, I understand that Schroeder could afford a set of used Mel-Mac dinnerware at a nearby Sally's. The colorful plastic pieces would no doubt brighten the drab surroundings of her congressional pensioner's quarters.

The AAP and Schroeder want to make sure that the Wisconsin mechanic and the Kentucky sharecropper and the North Dakota homemaker pay their dues, as Schroeder has paid hers.

In spite of my opening remarks here about librarians, this one included, spending much of their time with their heads stuck in their computer monitors, one must acknowledge that change happens. There is, I believe, a healthy balance to strike between the traditional bookperson's work and that of the cyberspaceperson. Although I have too many days when the computer seems to have a lock on my sensibilities, I try to seek that balance.

There is also a healthy balance between pay-as-you-go reading and everything-free-for-all at all times. We have had a reasonably good balance in that regard for several decades. If Schroeder and the AAP have their way, the balance will be gone, and we'll be living in a world that no one concerned about the principles of either political freedom or publishing in a democratic society wants to see. If librarians stand by and let it happen, we'll deserve all the bad press we get.

Uncle Frank's Diary Home
June 18, 2014

Uncle Frank's Diary

Uncle Frank's Diary

Grant Burns (Uncle Frank) Archives

Number 28 Uncle Frank and the Dupes of Hazard

Number 27 Bad Books! Bad, Bad Books!

Number 26 Book Awards and the Best Writers of Their Generation: Too Many of Both

Number 25 So Let Her Die, Already

Number 24 Mourning in America

Number 23 Darker than Black: The Pod People Prevail

Number 22 The Bush Gang: Creating Their Own Reality

Number 21 Glory Days: Boy George as High-School Jerk

Number 20 Conventional Whizzdom: Fear Itself

Number 19 The Passion of the Crust

Number 18 Exploiting Experience: Politician and Poet, Two of a Kind

Number 17 Uncle Frank Goes to the Library, Almost

Number 16  Drop the Almanac, Pal, and Spread 'Em!

Number 15 What Would $100 Billion Buy on the Library Market?

Number 14 What’s Left of Iraq’s Libraries?

Number 13  And Oil Has Nothing To Do With It.

Number 12  Nausea.

Number 11  I'm Going to Dig a Hole.

Number 10 Who Needs Librarians? Let's Get Some Trained Monkeys.

Number 9 Taking Candy from Strange Websites

Number 8 Uncle Frank Comes Back Mad

Number 7 Uncle Frank Takes a Trip

Number 6 9-11: We Didn't Make Them Do It

Number 5 The Night I Prayed for Castro, and  What Happened Then

Number 4 Publishing on Demand: Good Deal, or Fool's Errand?

Number 3 Books and Toasters: Who Ya Gonna Trust?

Number 2 To Breath Is to Judge: An Attempt to Think Calmly

Number 1 Says Schroeder, "We have a very serious issue with librarians."
June 18, 2014

Number 2:

Uncle Frank's Diary
Number Two

To Breath Is to Judge: An Attempt to Think Calmly about Nicholson Baker's Book, Double Fold


"Essentially, then, Baker suggests that every publisher send the Library of Congress a copy of everything it produces, that LC catalog all of it, and never throw it away. Why? Is it true that everything is worth saving? Probably not. A great many books are not worthwhile. They are junk the moment they come off the press. They are junk today, junk tomorrow, junk forever." 

Those librarians! They're always ending up on someone's liste de merde. If the local American Family Association operatives aren't reaming them out for letting Dick & Jane ogle the nasty Web sites down at the P.L., then Pat Schroeder of the Association of American Publishers is characterizing them as pirates running amuck among pitiful, helpless giant publishers (seeUncle Frank's March essay). If the AFA and the AAP take a break, that doesn't mean rest for the wicked: It means that Nicholson Baker has his sharp pen unsheathed, and is going after some librarian hide.

Think of it: My sister-in-law once said of my work, "That must be a restful profession." Oh, yes. We librarians read French novels and sip Michigan wine, and recite aphorisms of the Enlightenment. We'd sip French wine to go with the novels and the aphorisms, but we can't afford it. Said sister-in-law will soon find out just how restful is the wonderful world of the library worker: She herself is putting the final touches on her library degree at Indiana University. I fear that this may somehow be my fault, but am afraid to ask.

Nicholson Baker, as by now everyone who reads knows, thinks that the destruction of America's publishing heritage is the fault of librarians. His extensively researched new book,Double Fold (Random House; 370p. $25.95; ISBN 0-375-50444-3), takes librarians to task for what he considers their misguided efforts to save the village by destroying it. In this case, the village consists of thousands of books and newspapers published after 1870, the date generally used as the point from which publishers largely abandoned high-rag content paper for paper with a much higher wood pulp content.

Back in the day, high-rag paper helped assure a long, happy life for books, provided they did not become the targets of religious or political zealots intent on purifying the available literature by setting fire to it, or by bugs looking for sustenance. The shelf life of good paper can be astonishing.  If you ever get a chance to handle books produced in the first two or three centuries of modern printing, you will find their paper remains wonderfully supple, firm, and resilient--like my abs, if only I could bring myself to do those exercises I see on the infomercials during insomnia bouts.

Commerce being what it is (crass, soulless, grasping, clutching, and heedless of long-term damage wrought by the short-term quest for profit), most publishers eagerly switched to the widely available and cheap high-acid content wood pulp paper in the second half of the 19thcentury. As Baker points out, this development was far from all bad: It enabled publishers to crank out more product at more affordable prices.


Acid Trips

Thanks to its chemical content, this paper often came down with a bad case of acid indigestion that a trainload of TUMS couldn't quell. Although books from previous centuries endure almost oblivious of the passage of time, a great many post-1870 books turned yellow, and sometimes brittle, in a few decades. The higher the acid content, the quicker these unpleasant changes occurred.

Partly in response to what they saw as the unsettling prospect of vast numbers of books crumbling away to uselessness, librarians in the nation's major research libraries began looking for ways to preserve the intellectual content of these materials. They began microfilming the books. Sometimes the microfilming entailed taking the books apart to enable a good image capture. Once apart, the books were off to the pulp yard. As anyone who has worked with acid-eaten books can testify, once these babies are in pieces, there is no putting them back together. The preservationists sometimes felt that the only way to save the books was to destroy them--as physical artifacts, if not as works of intellectual content.


Pass the Marshmallows

Major microfilming projects have helped give some assurance to the continued existence of this intellectual content, even though the original packages in which it greeted the public may be doomed--or, alas, sacrificed in the filming. Nicholson Baker is seriously aggrieved about this sacrifice. For Baker, it amounts to something morally akin to burning Joan of Arc at the stake, and toasting marshmallows in the blaze.

His outrage, I acknowledge with regret, appears to possess considerable justification. Throughout Double Fold, Baker refuses to accept at face value any of the arguments put forward by preservationists whose tactics include the destruction of the objects of which they are purportedly the stewards. He argues, persuasively, that doctrinaire thinking about preservation has led to the needless slaughter of newspapers and books that, given modest maintenance and reasonable storage conditions, could survive intact--and usable--for many decades to come. Keep your old volumes in a dry place, with the humidity not too high. Keep them out of the light, keep them properly shelved, and they will last.

My grandfather, a casual scrapbook keeper, routinely cut out articles from local newspapers in the early part of the 20th century. These articles, mounted in dimestore scrapbooks, never received any care except for their storage in a dark closet. The clippings hold up to this day, readily readable. If cheap paper so casually maintained can hold up for close to a century, one must trust that it could persevere far longer in proper institutional settings, where temperature and humidity can be controlled, and where Grandpa won't inadvertently toss his wet overshoes on top of the pile. Baker's investigations testify to this point.


Good Old Books

There is something, even for a rational man or woman, transcendently human about holding in one's hands a good old book that many other men and women have handled and read, in previous decades, in previous centuries. A sensitive soul feels a kinship with these departed readers, and senses a link to their reactions to the book as a physical entity, to the language of the text, to the ideas and images therein.

I like old books. I like them better than new books. Given a choice between going to a second-hand bookstore or a "first run" bookstore, I will usually choose the second-hand store. I like old books because they have soul, and new books do not. Some new books will eventually have soul, but none have it upon first publication. Please do not ask me to explain this. I know book soul when I feel it. This knowledge is one of my concessions, as one who likes to think of himself as a fairly rational man, to the irrational.

My first gig in the bookworld was as an apprentice in a hand bookbindery that specialized in repair and conservation of old and rare books. I worked in a shop where I learned how to sew books together on cords, how to make hollow-back spines, how to bring dried out leather bindings back to life with careful application of the proper unguents, how to repair damaged paper with Japanese tissue and paste, and any number of other slow, painstaking tasks of the hand binder's craft. I dwell on this business to help assure readers that my career has not been devoted to wanton abuse of the innocent vehicles of intellectual property.

I have paid some dues to the historical body of the book, and, in fact, left my blood on some of its representatives while learning the needlework. I am pleased to see that Ellen McCrady, my old tutor in the crafts of the book, and presently publisher of the Abbey Newsletter(http://sul2.stanford.edu/byorg/abbey/) on the preservation arts, is one of the experts to whom Baker turns for guidance on technical issues.


Microfilm Gorge

Baker writes, "microfilm is a brain-poaching, gorge-lifting trial to browse." He is correct. Digital versions of print materials are better, generally, and have advantages in their capacity for online searching, but they, too, have shortcomings--not the least of which is that digital conversion often involves the same sin as microfilming: destruction of the converted object.

Furthermore, the preservation of intellectual content that the microfilmers claim is far less than perfect. Some of Baker's most disturbing passages concern the loss of value in the filmed versions of turn-of-the-century newspapers that featured elaborate artwork, including excellent color printing. Microfilming savages this work, rendering into murk the labor of long-dead artisans. Baker also observes that the varying content of different daily editions of a given newspaper is lost through the slash-and-film school of "preservation."

The title of Double Fold describes what has become a standard test in the library business to determine the vitality of a book's paper: grasp a corner of a page, and fold it back and forth. The sooner it breaks, the worse the paper, and the more likely a candidate is the book for microfilming, or digitization.

Baker does not condemn microfilming and digitization out of hand: He asks, simply, that these activities, which are crucial to wider dissemination of the materials ordinarily owned only by research libraries, not result in the physical destruction of those materials. As Ellen McCrady often said when I struggled with a new binding or preservation technique, "First, do no harm."

That may not be a bad dictum to follow. If more librarians in the preservation game had followed it over the past half century, librarians in general would not today be getting touchy, defensive, and embarrassed over Baker's screed. They could read their French novels and sip their Michigan wine with cleaner consciences.


Junk Today…

All that said, there remains something about Baker's preoccupation with preserving every blessed thing that doesn't rest easy on the mind. In one of his closing recommendations, he urges that the Library of Congress "lease or build a large building near Washington, and in it they should put, in call-number order, everything that they are sent by publishers and can't or don't want to hold on site."

Essentially, then, Baker suggests that every publisher send the Library of Congress a copy of everything it produces, that LC catalog all of it, and never throw it away. Why? Is it true that everything is worth saving? Probably not. A great many books are not worthwhile. They are junk the moment they come off the press. They are junk today, junk tomorrow, junk forever.

Consider the Nancy Drew mysteries, or the Bobbsey Twin adventures, or the Hardy Boys, or (my personal favorite as a child) the Tom Corbett, Space Cadet series. Even now, a substantial bookcase at my house is chiefly occupied with supporting a large quantity of these books.

What good are they? Rearrange their words, give them all another name, it doesn't matter: You've read one in the series, you've read them all. These books follow a formula so rigid that the author could have written them in his sleep. Or her sleep. And probably did. Sure, let's save two or three as examples of their times and sensibilities, but why 20 or 30? There is nothing in any of them not in all the others. As works of literature, they are worthless. As windows on their prime times, they are relentlessly repetitious.

Yes, there are collectors out there willing to pay serious money for such books in fine condition. Their willingness rests not on the intrinsic value of the books as art or literature, but on an ersatz value our culture likes to assign to worthless objects because they are hard to find. One sees this phenomenon in operation at any "antique" store.

Do we really want to save forever a copy of every piece of junk published, simply because someone, somewhere, might think it useful?


We Don't Wanna Go Down in the Basement

My grandfather followed that practice. He saved everything. His basement was and still is a wonder of objects gathered and hoarded over a lifetime. Most of it was just plain damned junk. Literally. The old man brought it home with him from the local junkyard. Twenty years after his death, his family still hasn't been able to get shut of the bulk of it. The task of culling the worthwhile from the dreck is so overwhelming that no one wants to tackle it.

It may not be a good idea to invest the nation's resources in creating and maintaining a storage facility that does for published materials what my grandfather's basement did for the contents of the village junkyard. For that matter, if we save all the books, newspapers, and magazines, what defense could we offer for not saving everything else? Every piece of sheet music, every compact disk, every computer program, every godforsaken bit of published cultural debris that has its moment of fame?

We would, lord help us, have to make sure that we saved Herman's Hermits' unutterably moronic "Henry VIII," and Whitney Houston's bellowing bombast, "I Will Always Love You." Not to mention every ill-tempered, posturing rap tune that takes Oedipal offenders to task. Please, no. Make them go away. Let us have some mercy on our descendants, if not on ourselves. Let us at least leave a record (written, sung, whatever) that suggests we were not as crude and tasteless as we know we are.


A Word from '68

Perhaps the most memorable utterance I ever heard came from a Marxist philosophy professor in whose class I wrestled with the heavyweights of existentialism in the spring of 1968. During a discussion of Camus, someone in the class was griping about people like Camus being "judgmental." The prof, ordinarily a very humane and gentle sort, turned his pale blue eyes on the student in an uncharacteristic glare, and slowly uttered, in a voice devoid of warmth, the following statement:

"To breathe is to judge."

This observation filled me with a new light. Its absolute truth, possibly the only absolute truth of our existence, cut to the heart. Yes: To breathe is to judge. Refusal to judge is an abdication of one's fundamental human responsibility. Saving everything, simply because it exists, is such an abdication.

That is why responsible librarians don't save everything, and it is why pleas that the Library of Congress, or someone or something, hang onto everything published, everything recorded, just in case, have the ring of fear and neurosis. It is the fear of making choices, the fear of decisions, the fear of letting go, the neurotic need to cling to the past and its detritus.

We have to choose. Saving everything, regardless of its merit, is not a choice, but an obsession.

Uncle Frank is going to get rid of those Nancy Drew books.


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June 18, 2014

Number 3:

Uncle Frank's Diary
Number Three

Books and Toasters: Who Ya Gonna Trust?

"What reader, what librarian, would concede a speck of credibility to a review service whose reviews have been paid for by the publishers and authors whose products are being reviewed?"

Books or Toast

Would you buy a toaster because of a glowing review of the appliance paid for by the toaster's maker? Not very damned likely, eh? Me, either. Be warned: There's a parallel plan afoot in the book reviewing world, and one wonders whether the plain good sense that most breakfast fans exhibit in buying a new toaster will hold in readers' book buying plans under this scheme.

You may have heard of the reviews-for-hire plan hatched by ForeWord Magazineof Traverse City, Michigan. Through its new review service arrangement with OverDrive, Inc., ForeWord will charge $295 to publish a book review in its online spinoff, ForeWordreviews.com. Reviewers themselves will receive $50 for a 400-word review.

The ForeWord plan is a hair-raising departure from traditional book reviewing. What reader, what librarian, would concede a speck of credibility to a review service whose reviews have been paid for by the publishers and authors whose products are being reviewed? Speaking of breakfast, would anyone trust aConsumer Reports article on toasters if GE, Proctor-Silex, Norelco, and other toaster manufacturers paid the magazine to evaluate their appliances? If that's what it came to, I'd toast my muffins on a fork over a stove burner rather than buying a toaster "reviewed" for its manufacturer's fee.

I would also rather read the back of a cereal box than spend money for a book based on a "review" for which its publisher paid the review medium.

Librarians Won't Buy It

The most dedicated readers of book reviews on the planet are probably librarians. To be good stewards of their often constricted acquisitions budgets, librarians must choose carefully when they buy books. Individual librarians have their own favorite review sources, but some major sources are widely used and trusted. They include such magazines as Choice, for academic libraries, School Library Journal for school librarians, Booklist and Library Journal, Publishers Weekly, the New York Times Book Review, and several others for general book buying guidance.

Depending on the library and its collections, as well as the special interests of given librarians, many other more narrowly focused sources of reviews also come into play. One of my favorites is the Journal of American History, which includes in each issue an excellent, lengthy book review section. Back when theTwilight Zone magazine was publishing, I always looked forward, as an aficionado of fantasy and horror, to its reviews in that genre.

One common practice of all these review sources is that they do not charge publishers for reviews. Publishing reviews for hire would rapidly demolish any credibility a publication enjoyed as a source of honest, objective reviewing. The analogy is obvious but fitting: Charging publishers to review books is a form of prostitution. In this case, the John is the reader gulled into believing that the hired review is on a par of trustworthiness with those appearing in the kinds of sources I mentioned above.

Reviewers Risk Their Reputations

Over a 15-year span, I wrote several hundred book reviews for the Sunday edition of a daily newspaper. The paper paid me for the reviews. The review editor would have gone into apoplexy if a publisher suggested to him that the paper take money to run reviews of its books--and that publisher would never have seen another of its books on the paper's review page.

The paper didn't pay me handsomely, but enough for some welcome pin money at the end of the month. The ForeWordreviews.com reviewer pay is better, even at a modest $50, than what most newspapers pay for reviews, yet what self-respecting reviewer will sign on to work in an environment that to any outside observer makes it appear that reviewers are taking money from the publishers whose books are under review?

The vested self interest of ForeWordreviews.com in producing positive reviews of the books at issue will be so inescapable that no one thinking critically would trust those reviews. Reviewers who appear to take publishers' money to review books will surely find themselves objects of suspicion. Not only will their stature as honest book reviewers suffer; their trustworthiness as writers of anythingwill come into question.

Curiously (tellingly?), the ForeWord folks apparently do not plan to publish the hired reviews in their traditional review organ, ForeWord Magazine. In response to a question in the ForeWordreviews.com FAQ sheet, it sounds as though a firewall will stand between the purchased reviews and the reviews that appear in the magazine. As of Noon on May 21, the answer to the FAQ question was ambiguous enough that one could not specifically rule out the possibility of an online review turning up in the magazine, but that was the impression that emerged from between the lines.

The ambiguity of the response to a question that could have been answered with a simple "yes" or "no" may have been intentional, or it may have been the result of careless writing exacerbated by a reluctance to be candid. If the firewall exists, one must wonder why the ForeWord crew feels compelled to impose it.

In any case, publications worth consulting for their reviews do not take money for publishing them. That isn't reviewing: It's advertising. There's a place for advertising, but it isn't in the review columns, and readers should never fear that it might be lurking there in disguise.

The Lure of Easy Money

Back in my book reviewing days, I felt obliged to read the books I reviewed from start to finish. This was not always a pleasant task, but I did not think it fair to the writers, the publishers, or my readers to knock off a review based on a quick reading of a book's first 50 pages and a skim through the conclusion. Some reviewers work this way. I couldn't make myself do it. Sometimes that bogged me down in what seemed interminable reading; if the compensation I received for reviewing such books had been broken down to a per-hour basis, it would have been pathetic.

On the other hand, I tried to keep in mind the first reason I wrote reviews: to communicate ideas about books to a reading audience. The first reason was not to make money, and a good thing it wasn't. Sometimes digging ditches would have been easier and more lucrative.The lure of easy money has a very strong appeal. It is easy to see how a reviewer working under a publisher-pay-for-review system could be tempted to produce numerous reviews based on shallow reading and puff writing tempered by an occasional "critical" comment, just enough negative seasoning to help maintain an illusion of objective distance. An experienced reviewer can write a credible-sounding 400-word review, either negative or positive, while sound asleep. There's nothing to it, if the objective is to get the thing done fast--and out there on the street to pick up the loot.

A Wise Publishing Decision?

As strongly as I urge reviewers to shun this lure, and encourage librarians to disdain reviews-for-hire, I question publishers willing to sink their promotion budgets into the pay-for-review regime. Yes, they'll fool some of the people a lot of the time, but they'll do it at the expense of their credibility, their integrity, and their public image among knowledgeable readers as upholders of certain valuable traditions in publishing. No publishing tradition is more valuable, for all its flaws, than a reviewing system that allows readers to assume with reasonable confidence that the reviews they read do, indeed, come from the unbought, unbossed minds and hearts of the reviewers.

As short-story writer Dennis Loy Johnson observes in his May 21 column in his Web site MOBYlives (www.mobylives.com), it is quite likely "that ForeWord won't get much business from the publishers it claims it means to serve." More likely customers for this dubious service may well be self-published authors, many--probably most--of whom are naïve about how book reviewing works. The same poor souls who pay vanity presses to put out shoddy versions of their books will line up to pay to have their shoddy books reviewed by a source that few readers will trust.

It's a cruel prospect, all right.

Maybe it doesn't matter to the hired review folks that many readers will actively avoid books promoted through a hired-review regime. Maybe all that matters is how many people they can persuade to get serviced with such reviews.

And maybe that's living in the U.S.A. Nevertheless, that doesn't mean we have to take it lying down, pretending that we enjoy it and think it a good idea. As Winston Smith might have said, this is a doubleplusbad idea. It may make money, but it is hard to see how it could contribute anything worthwhile to writing, publishing, reviewing, book buying, or reading.

Now, if you'll excuse him, Uncle Frank will go brown a piece of toast over the stove, and eat it while reading the back of his Cheerios box.

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June 18, 2014

Number 4:

Uncle Frank's Diary
Number Four

Publishing on Demand: 
Good Deal, or Fool's Errand?



There are other avenues to publication, too, and this is the matter at hand: publication on demand. This does not mean that one gets one's novel or epic poem or political diatribe published by showing up at an editor's desk and saying "I demand that you publish this book!"



Librarians everywhere probably received copies of the flyer that came my way the other day. It was hard not to notice: "GET PUBLISHED NOW," it said in all caps in stark black, white, and red. "You Can Be a Published Author," the face of the flyer said at the top in smaller type. 

As I held the flyer in my hands, I expected to see Ed McMahon materialize at my door, telling me that I was already a winner (provided none of the 43 million other contestants didn't get the prize instead). Yup. I could be a published author. It sounded swell, although I think there might be better ways than the one the flyer suggested.

Alternatives to the Mainstream

From time to time, breaking into the usual run of humdrum reference questions raised at a college library reference desk ("Do you have the APA style manual?" "Where are the books?" "Can I get change for the copiers?" "What does my prof mean by this assignment?"), comes the stray inquiry about getting one's story or novel published. 

I like to field those questions. There's something delightful about taking a neophyte author in hand and revealing the tools of the trade most useful to a beginner.

One of the great services of the small press, as most readers here well know, is that it provides a reasonably accessible means of publication for writers for whom the mainstream press proves an unlikely haven. It is especially receptive to new writers, and to those who for whatever reason cannot or will not write according to the commercial formulas that help assure the kinds of sales that mainstream publishers need to keep their balance sheets acceptable to the cartels that run them.

I bear no ill will, by the way, toward authors who master and use those formulas. In a recent stint of jury duty, I needed a book to entertain myself during the sporadic breaks and lengthy delays in the proceedings. The night before my first day of service, I bought a used copy of Stephen King's novel, Gerald's Game. The picture of a pair of handcuffs on the cover somehow linked with my upcoming civic exercise. 

The book was fine; it took my mind off the old, ill-padded chairs in the jury room, to say nothing of the tragic and depressing example of human misery revealed in the trial on which I served. I admired especially King's facility with the tools of suspense, characterization, and pacing. 

(It gave me pleasure to see some positive comments on King in B.R. Myers's incendiary assault on contemporary literary prose, "A Reader's Manifesto," in the July-August 
Atlantic. The last time I discussed King was with a professional consultant with a graduate degree in English. I told her I admired King's work ethic. She told me he was "nothing but a hack." I had an opportunity later to read a report she composed; she had trouble making her verbs and subjects agree in number. But I reckon she knows a hack when she reads one.)

I admire any writer able to hold a reader's attention for the length of a novel. That's hard work, whether conducted at the high end of the scale by the truly serious, or at the pop entertainment end. Uncle Frank would do it if he could.

The most likely source of a publisher for my disconnected works (or yours; I've a hunch that I'm not the only librarian around whose bottom desk drawer contains an unpublished novel or two) may well be in the small press, where there are many brave and adventurous editors willing to take a chance on writing that does not fit the requirements of such outfits as Doubleday, St. Martin's Press, or Viking.

The On-Demand Route

There are other avenues to publication, too, and this is the matter at hand: publication on demand. (Sometimes Uncle Frank takes forever to get to the point. He can't help it.) This does not mean that one gets one's novel or epic poem or political diatribe published by showing up at an editor's desk and saying "I demand that you publish this book!" Many writers have no doubt tried this tactic, to no good effect. I haven't tried it yet, but I have been meaning to do so. Just because it hasn't worked for anyone else doesn't mean it won't work for me. Those other authors probably didn't bang on the table, and backed down when security was summoned. I won't make those mistakes.

"Publication on demand," as librarians generally know, means that the publisher keeps a master copy of a work, in print, on film, or in a computer file, and produces a single copy from the master when someone orders (demands) it. A company of longstanding service in this regard familiar to most librarians is University Microfilms.  U Microfilms maintains a huge file of doctoral dissertations, and will be glad to whip out a paper copy for any customer willing to spend about $30 for the service. 

A new kind of publish-on-demand entity has sprung up recently, and it has me a little concerned. 

At the bottom of the above-mentioned flyer, in black print, I saw the legend "iUnivers.com/The New Face of Publishing." My attention secured, I flipped the flyer to study the backside. On the flipside, in bright red print, I learned that "In just about two months, you can be a published author!" Whee! Such a deal they offer: For $99, authors can submit a manuscript via the iUniverse Web site, and have the thing stored in the iU files, waiting for some eager buyer to order a one-off copy.  

iUniverse is affiliated with Barnes & Noble.com.  iU's URL (www.iuniverse.com/publishyourbook) takes one to a page in the B & N Web site headed "PublishYourBook." There one finds details on the various plans that iU offers. None of them entails any editorial review. 

Authors who can't bear to see their divinely inspired verbiage sullied by cranky editors correcting mistaken verb tenses, misspellings, or gross inconsistencies could find this their meal on wheels. Nothing comes between the pure expression of the author's voice and the eyes of the readers, if there are any.

Roll Your Own Promotion

There's the other rub. In addition to absence of editorial assistance, authors who sign up with iUniverse will enjoy next to nothing in the way of the traditional promotional services provided by conventional publishers, including small publishers. Advertising in trade journals? Forget it. Copies of books sent out to review media? Uh-uh. Announcements mailed to libraries? Nope. iU does promise to secure a listing in Books in Print. That'll help a lot, considering that no one is likely to consult Books in Print for a book whose existence has been noted nowhere. 

The marketing labor, as iU plainly states, will rest in the author's hands. As anyone who has done it knows, book promotion, even on a modest scale, is time-consuming labor, and not cheap. If no one does it, the book might as well lie in a vault in Antarctica, because no one will know that it exists, not even the penguins that waddle above it, in spite of a listing in Books in Print. As the iUniverse flyer says, "You write it, you promote it, we do everything else." 

Writer's Club Press of Lincoln, Neb., is one of the iU imprints. A search of OCLC's WorldCat for Writer's Club Press as a publisher and Lincoln as place produced records for 48 books from the press. Of these 48, 37 were owned by not more than two libraries. None of the books appeared in as many as 10 libraries' records. In contrast, Brad Leithauser's novel A Few Corrections, just published by Knopf, already appears in over 300 library catalogs.

 Hmm. Looks as though some authors with dreams of fame, riches, and influence are not following through on the "you promote it" angle.

Does Anyone Notice?

I noted the first dozen books in the Writer's Club group of 48 published in the year 2000, and checked the Gale Group's Book Review Index for citations to reviews. As librarians know, if a book published in the U.S. fails to turn up in any review sources covered by BRI, its existence has gone generally unobserved. Not one of the dozen Writer's Club books I checked receives a single review citation in either 2000 or 2001. Oh, but it's early! Why, the reviews could come pouring forth in late '01 or in the first few months of '02.

They could, but I'd bet otherwise. (By the way, Gale sure isn't wasting space taking into consideration the eyesight of middle-aged readers: That's mighty teeny print in BRI.)

It's easy to argue that authors choosing this publication route are looking for nothing but the satisfaction of handing a few copies of their books to family members and friends. That's a harmless if inane indulgence of personal vanity, and friends and family are under no obligation to read the stuff. They can always lie when quizzed by the authors about what they thought of it:

"Oh, I thought it was… it was very interesting, dear. Very… thought-provoking."

It's harmless, but it's also pointless. The only good reason to write is to communicate. Presumably, one's friends and family already know one's ideas reasonably well. The task, then, is to spread them around among a wider circle of readers. Whether the iUniverse publish-on-demand program is going to do very much to widen that circle is a dubious matter.

Which is not to say that the iUniverse approach is necessarily ill advised. It could work, and it does offer a genuine route to putting into print writing that may be worthwhile, but simply can't find a home another way. Making it work would be another matter. Persuading people to read a book published this way would require tremendous after-writing effort on the part of the author, and it is unlikely that most authors turning to iUniverse will have the knowledge, experience, or time required to make their effort productive.

To say nothing of money.  iU does provide some marketing advice--the "simple marketing plan" described in its "Author Toolkit" refers to a $20,000 marketing budget (that's pretty darned realistic, don't you think, for a first-time novelist working part-time in a bookstore, library, or restaurant whose "office" is a bedroom closet in a two-room apartment?)--but how many authors will follow through on it? Judging by Book Review Index, the answer is not encouraging.

Which brings us back to where we started: the small and independent press. There are good reasons why a writer, any writer, has an advantage in publishing through a traditional publisher--the kind of place that employs editors and proofreaders and such. (Of course, at many small publishers, the editor is the proofreader and such.)

Any writer can profit immensely from independent editing. Only nitwits believe that their work is too good for editing, and even the best writers make bad mistakes. Once a manuscript has been through a few drafts, the bad mistakes are probably embedded for good (and for bad) unless an editor who is not the author, and not closely related to the author, can examine the work. 

Then there's that promotional work. Some writers have an aptitude and a taste for it. Some would rather go in for a root canal. Writing a book, even a bad book, is taxing; many authors would rather do anything after finishing a book than think about it, including thinking about selling the thing. They simply are not equipped temperamentally to pursue a demanding marketing program.

Pack a Lunch and Wait

Real publishers do marketing. If they don't, they go out of business. So, librarians, if you or a patron have a book but don't have a publisher, why not head for the latest edition of Dustbooks'The International Directory of Little Magazines & Small Presses? There you'll find good self-descriptions of book publishers, including what they want, how to send submissions, & whatnot. The current Writer's Market also covers many smaller presses. 

New writers should try to hook up with people who will pay attention to what they've written, rather than simply treating their work like one more widget that just dropped off the end of the assembly line, to be thrown into a package and filed in the warehouse, or on a floppy disk, until someone, somewhere, decides to order it.

On the other hand, you can send your book out for on-demand publishing, and sit back and wait for the orders and the royalties to roll in. But pack a lunch, and take something to read, because you'll probably have a long wait. It will probably be a lot longer than Uncle Frank's recent jury duty. And don't expect Uncle Frank to lend you the 20 grand for your marketing budget.


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June 18, 2014

Number 5:

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Number Five

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The Night I Prayed 
for Castro, and What Happened Then:

A Meditation Prompted by a Current Controversy


Librarians who pay attention to such things may recall--from the recesses of their World Trade Center-preoccupied noggins--seeing recent coverage of the "independent library" question in Cuba.

The story of anti-Castro libraries, or "libraries," cropping up in Cuba in defiance of state sanctions has appeared in places ranging from American Libraries to theWashington Post, as well as in some hot on-line exchanges about the matter. According to an article by David Gonzalez in the June 6, 2001 New York Times, there are approximately 60 such libraries in Cuba.

As most things do for the ever-solipsistic Uncle Frank, the controversy awakens sleeping memory banks. Let us go back, back into the dim recesses of a more innocent time…

Back when I was a kid, when everything was still in black and white, I regularly watched the Ed Sullivan Show on Sunday evening. This was well before the Beatles, in the days of Eisenhower and U-2 flights over Russia and anxiety about a possible nuclear "exchange" over a couple of islands--Quemoy and Matsu--that you've probably never heard of unless you're of a certain age. I recall praying, as an eight-year-old, I believe, that we would not blow up the world over those two islands. As you'll soon see, I was just a prayin' fool in those days.

Sometimes Big Ed featured some pretty good material, not the least of which was a pre-bloated Elvis. Sometimes he put on some hopelessly lame acts, most notably "the Italian Mouse," Topo Gigio.  I hated that stupid puppet--and Ed had him on all the damned time! The circus acts were also a complete waste of my family's 17-inch Admiral TV's screen, but it was a variety show, so nothing lasted very long. The worst swill in show biz (viz., Topo Gigio) might give way to something wonderful.

Fidel Meets Big Ed

From time to time Ed went a little off the wall, by 1950s American television standards. One night in 1959, he ran a filmed interview with Fidel Castro and his fellow revolutionaries as they hunkered down in the Cuban hills, before their upcoming push to kick dictator Fulgencio Batista and his goons off the island. (Imagine the bizarritude: It's the height of the Cold War, and here's Fidel Castro on the Ed Sullivan Show! Holy moley, what next? Beaver and Wally quoting Trotsky?)

At the time, my chief reading (aside from what I had to do for 7th grade, which wasn't much, and much of that I didn't do with any enthusiasm) consisted of Madmagazine (nearly at the apex of its goodness--nothing like the poor thing it has declined to in the present day), the Sporting News, and science fiction. Somehow, though, I had come across some disturbing coverage of Batista and his reign, possibly in the Reader's Digest. (If it's in print, I'll read it. What the hell, eh?) When Big Ed ran the interview with Fidel and the boys, my ears perked up and my eyes widened.

"Wow," I thought, or something like that. Here are these bearded guys up in the mountains, and they're out to free the Cuban people from a rotten dictator! Cool! The Sullivan coverage was very positive. The audience applauded when the interview was over; the Sullivan audience always applauded the film clips.


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“Imagine the bizarritude: 
It's the height of the Cold War, 
and here's Fidel Castro on the
Ed Sullivan Show! 

Holy moley, what next? 
Beaver and Wally quoting Trotsky?”

Oh Dear God, Have a Cigar: My Hero Just Had a Revolution

I was knocked out. I went to bed that night, my heart astir with revolutionary fervor. I couldn't sleep, thinking about the brave Fidel and his men in their struggle against the loathsome Batista. So carried away was I that, by God, I prayed for the success of the revolutionaries! I lay right there in my bed, a touching testament to the efficacy of Sunday school, and sent my best wishes for their triumph Heavenward.

God answered my prayer. I admit before you now that I, a pre-adolescent idealist romantic acting on the life-long exhortations of my patriotic, Christian tutors, am (as far as I know) singularly responsible for facilitating the Cuban Revolution through my invocation of Divine Will. Yes, you can petition the Lord with prayer!

As we all know, the U.S. did not respond with good grace to Castro's ascension. Something about the new Cuban government nationalizing corporate properties didn't sit well with freedom-loving Americans. When our hostility to this sort of thing led Cuba to lean on the Ruskies for support, we went berserk. JFK and the best and the brightest nearly got us all killed at the high point of our pique over the Cuban-Soviet dealing. If you weren't there, or weren't old enough to pay attention, in that run of dark days in October of '62, you can't imagine. We were getting ready to kiss our buns good-bye. General anticipation held that they would soon be toasted, fried, poached, and barbecued.

Some clever diplomatic correspondence kept us out of the fire, but ever since that point, U.S. policy toward Cuba has shown a complete absence of enlightened self-interest, to say nothing of basic humane consideration for the Cuban people. By seeking to isolate Cuba, and indulging in a breathtakingly stupid, vindictive obsession, the U.S. government has helped provoke the worst in the Cuban government, and has, almost without a doubt, helped insure that the point at which Cuba enjoys true democratic life will continually recede with the horizon, at least until some vague day after Fidel shuffles off to his eternal reward--which will probably have him sharing hot seats with fellow people's giants Mao and Stalin.

The Revolutionary Good Life

Fidel is a tyrant, and has been most of his career. He can't stand criticism. He's a control freak with an extensive enforcement network to help him maintain rigid authority. Bad things happen to those who publicly question him or his policies. The Committee to Protect Journalists, a nonpartisan, nonprofit org founded in 1981 (http://www.cpj.org/index.html), this May included Fidel for the seventh time as one of the ten worst enemies of the press in the world. He joins such insults to basic notions of journalistic freedom as Iran's Ayatolla Khamenei, Liberia's Charles Taylor, Zimbabwe's Robert Mugabe, and Russia's Vladimir Putin.

Fine company, indeed. Here is some of the CPJ's take on Fidel:

"Fidel Castro's government continues its scorched-earth assault on independent Cuban journalists by interrogating and detaining reporters, monitoring and interrupting their telephone calls, restricting their travel, and routinely putting them under house arrest to prevent coverage of certain events…. Cuba is the only country in the Western Hemisphere that currently holds a journalist in jail for his work. Bernardo Arevalo Padron continues to serve a six year sentence for reporting critical of Castro and the Communist Party."

Trying to recruit followers in opposition to the Cuban government is a sure ticket to trouble. Amnesty International's 2001 report on Cuba notes that Fidel's functionaries keep hundreds of people imprisoned for political reasons. Cuba conducts kangaroo-court trials of its political enemies, employs the death penalty with vigor (maybe the Cuban officials could contact George W. for some pointers), and, when in the mood, subjects prisoners to cruel and inhuman treatment.


Any government that tries to control what its citizens read is evil.


There is but one legal political party in Cuba, Fidel's. According to Amnesty International, in the period covered by its report,  "Individuals and groups peacefully exercising their rights to freedom of expression, association and assembly continued to face repression." There was "serious escalation in repression during the closing months of 2000." Living the good life under Fidel, those who attempt to organize meetings, express views or form organizations opposing government policy are subject to short-term detention, interrogation, threats, intimidation, eviction, loss of employment, restrictions on travel, house searches, house arrests, phone bugging and physical and verbal acts of aggression carried out by government supporters.

Authoritarian governments never have a problem finding sociopaths eager to help carry out "support" for official policies. It's nice to know that gainful employment is available to those who would otherwise find it difficult to make ends meet.

Independent Libraries, or  Outlets for U.S. Propaganda?

Curiously, authoritarian governments also don't have a hard time finding sympathetic observers abroad. A good bit of the verbiage on the "independent libraries" is sympathetic to the official Cuban position: These libraries and the people who run them, or attempt to run them, are enemies of revolutionary enlightenment. The major point of concern for a number of U.S. librarians who support official Cuban libraries seems to be whether the "independent library" movement is truly independent, or whether it is simply one more arm of the counter-revolutionary octopus encouraged by  U.S. policy.

The chief point of those who support the independent libraries is that Cuba's official libraries are not free; they cannot offer the reading public all points of view, particularly those of a political stripe. Official Cuban libraries are, on one level, tools the dictatorship employs to help control the reading, hence the thinking and political behavior, of the Cuban people.

Are They, or Aren't They?

Some critics of the independent libraries attack them because they are not "real" libraries run by "real" librarians; those assembling collections of forbidden literature are not positively sanctioned and certified by the authorities. Well, honestly: Uncle Frank is shocked.

There is something a little disingenuous about arguing that only "real" librarians can assemble "real" libraries in an authoritarian state, or anywhere else, for that matter. Countless private dwellings and other facilities on the planet contain what over the centuries people have called "libraries." Some have been very impressive libraries. Some, little dinky libraries. Although the great majority of these libraries were not, and are not, built by professional librarians, it strains reason to suggest that they do not deserve to be called libraries.

One fears that only a self-conscious professional snootiness (a quality, alas, not unknown in libraryland) would permit a librarian to sight down his or her uplifted nose and declare a collection of literature "not a library" because it does not occupy an officially-approved library building, or because no professional librarian had a hand in its creation, or because it is not impressively large.

Perfectly Clear and Precious

The U.S. government (or at least some of its leading advocates of retro-think) is eager to provide financial support to the independent libraries. With U.S. money at their disposal, these facilities would more easily spread their message.
So what? If the ideas thus advanced did not reflect the values of the Cuban people, they would fall on dry ground and quickly wither. Can it be that after four decades of Fidel, the virtues of the revolutionary government are not perfectly clear and precious to those who enjoy them daily? What, then, do Cuban officials fear from these pitiful "independent libraries"--run by people who are not even (gasp!) real librarians--and why do their U.S. critics worry about the sources of their funding? Is it possible that the Cuban government and its U.S. friends do not enjoy complete confidence that the Cuban people share their faith in the fruits of the revolution? That Cubans might want to try other possibilities in the political orchard?

That is terribly hard to imagine, unless one reflects on the observations on Cuban political and intellectual life put forward by such groups as Amnesty International and the Committee to Protect Journalists.

Sometimes I suspect that the romantic notions of noble rebellion that I entertained the night I saw Fidel and the boys on the Ed Sullivan Show are much the same as those animating today's defenders and admirers of the Cuban regime, regardless of the subtopic (libraries, health care, literacy, whatever). I will not apologize for having been naïve at the age of 12, or for having prayed for Fidel's success. Batista was a thug, and deserved to go down. What is Fidel today?

"Don't follow leaders; watch the parking meters." 

Bob Dylan said that. (He didn't say that Fidel's time has expired.)

Any government that tries to control what its citizens read is evil.

Uncle Frank said that.

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Graphics by Karen McGinnis


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June 18, 2014

Number 6:

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Number Six

9-11: We Didn't Make Them Do It

I read the news today. Oh, boy.

Are we picking up at all from our emotional dragging following 9-11? For Uncle Frank, the sky has not been as blue, the sun not as bright, and ordinary tasks often more tedious than usual. 

Although the progress of the war seems to be going well, the B**h Administration on the home front is practicing the same old threadbare Republican corporate welfare. Our great hero Attorney General Ashcroft appears happy to shred the Bill of Rights and dance on the pieces if it will help expedite the hunt for terrorists--this when he isn't preoccupied with ripping the marijuana joints from the hands of California cancer and M.S. patients. Now there are some real threats to the public weal! Tom Ridge, minister of the Fatherland Security Office (oh, wait, sorry: that's "Homeland" Security) appears completely clueless about how to achieve such security, and Secretary of Health Thompson looks equally adrift in the face of the bioterrorism specter.

Nevertheless, the war is going as well as things can go when they involve blowing up people. It is heartening to see ordinary Afghan citizens rejoicing in freedom from the Taliban as the noble, self-anointed sons of the Prophet abandon one city after another. Women are showing their faces, children are flying kites, and men are ogling pictures of movie stars: activities all outlawed by the religious perverts, funded by Osama bin Laden, who terrorized that miserable land for the past seven years.

As for Osama, my Swedish-American mother had a way with words, and I'm terribly sorry that I cannot recall how she said it in her original tongue. Nevertheless, Osama, if you're reading this, let me give you the English translation of my mother's Swedish imprecation: "Kiss me where I'm highest when I pick up sticks."

I hope that isn't too subtle for anyone.

Coffee and Carnage

Most days I go down to the kitchen at about 5:45 a.m. to feed the cats and to make coffee for my wife and me. I take the coffee upstairs, and we sit in bed drinking it while talking about the day to come, and the world at large. Generally  the cats mosey up to join us. 

In the first weeks following 9-11, our early-morning coffee talk dwelled on the current unpleasantness. We talked about anthrax, laser-guided bombs, and the question of retrieving portions of any of the passengers aboard the airliners that destroyed the World Trade Center. I guessed that there is nothing left of them but random molecules. A nearly 600-mph impact exacerbated by exploding jet fuel would almost surely atomize flesh and bone.

Such talk is unenjoyable but necessary, as is reviewing the events endlessly. We all carry in our heads mental movies of the WTC attacks. How many times have you seen the second jet slice into the building like a red-hot poker into a side of Velveeta?

As I go through the day, Sept. 11 is ever-present, a steady background drone in my mind that often leaps to stage front and center. When I realize that I have gone any length of time without thinking about it, I remark on the fact, so unusual is it. A week or so ago, while making the morning coffees noted above, I looked at the clock on the stove. It read 5:35. I realized that I had been up and conscious for five entire minutes before remembering Sept. 11.

Five minutes of unawareness: a prize of sorts.

Hauling the Newsjunk

On my commute, I listen to the news on NPR. When I reach my office in the library, the first thing I do, after checking my e-mail to see if there is any urgent university business I must tend, is to spend a few minutes with the war news in the New York Times online. 

One of the pluses of being a reference librarian is that anything one knows about the world makes one better at the job. I think the Big U can indulge me a little here.  After my mainline news fix, I go back to my e-mail to see if there's an update from AlterNet (http://www.alternet.org) , the alternative news service. If there is, I scan the synopses, and click on the links that look most interesting or provocative. I'm then likely to take a look at my favorite site that rounds up critical news coverage of the Bush Gang, Jerry Politex's  Bush Watch(http://www.bushwatch.net/).

As the day goes on, I return to the news on the Internet several times to check on latest developments. If business is slow during my shift at the reference desk, typically 3-5 p.m., I may drop in on some foreign papers through News & Newspapers Online, a great site provided by the Walter Clinton Jackson Library of the University of North Carolina at Greensboro (http://library.uncg.edu/news/ ).

Yes, I'm a news junkie--and there's plenty of junk to haul these days.

Let's Not Make Excuses for People Who Try to Kill Us

Not the lightest of it is the curious response of many people on the political Left to the Sept. 11 attacks.  I do not understand it. I do not grasp the logic behind what is trying to pass as a peace movement.

Several facts stand painfully clear in the bloody light following the attacks: Osama bin Laden and his henchmen really want to kill Americans. They want to kill all Americans, and intend to try to do that, to the best of their ability. They would be glad to kill Americans who support the bombing of the Taliban; they would be glad to kill Americans who advocate nonviolence.  

It makes them happy to see us die. They want to kill your father, your mother, your brother, your son, your sister, your husband, your daughter, your friends, your coworkers, and just about everyone else you know. Anyone for whom this is an open question--do they really want to kill us?--has not paid attention.

Another fact that seems inescapable and undeniable is that the men who destroyed the World Trade Center and who flew into the Pentagon chose their actions from their own free will. We Americans did not make them do it. Yet how often do we see arguments from the Left implying that we did, in fact, make them do it through our ill-conceived foreign policies? 

Yes, of course, the U.S. has made many inexcusable choices in its foreign policy. It is, nevertheless, third grade playground logic to contend that the events of Sept. 11 were the "fault" of the U.S. The "We made them do it" argument has as much merit as the claim that a woman was raped because she was  "asking for it" by being in the wrong part of town after dark. Worse than illogical, such a line of thinking patronizes others by denying them free will. The men responsible for the Sept. 11 attacks made choices. At any time, up until the last moments, they could have chosen to do other than what they did. They freely chose to commit mass murder.
 
Everyone Has an Answer

Many critics of the current campaign deride the U.S. for its reliance on Middle Eastern oil. They point to our embarrassing cooperation with the oppressive governments of oil-producing states. What realistic alternative do they suggest? Are they themselves ready to pay for the consequences of life without this oil, so that the U.S. can be morally pure? Do they believe that the U.S. has the power to change these societies?

So many observers have good and certain answers. Such noted authorities on global strategy and moral philosophy as Fox "news" man Sean Hannity, the round mound of Christian virtue William ("On to Baghdad!") Bennett, and the always-prescient Cal Thomas know exactly what needs to be done. They are all so much smarter than Uncle Frank; their answers must certainly must be well taken. On the other side of the fence, critics of U.S. behavior like Noam Chomsky (who is probably smarter and knows more than anyone) are equally certain of other relevant truths.

Uncle Frank sure wishes he were clever enough to feel such confidence in the products of his cogitation. Grasping and hoping, groping and thinking "Well, maybe…" is such a poor substitute for knowing for sure. W.B. Yeats had something to say about that in "The Second Coming," but Hannity or O'Reilly or Chomsky or Mona Charen or any of those geniuses could have helped him say it better, probably.

On the Other Hand, Who Cares?

Everyone has an opinion, including opinions of aggressive indifference. I watched a portion of a television interview with several Egyptian women describing their responses to 9-11. One young woman succinctly summed up her feelings toward the WTC victims: "Who cares?" she said. None of that sappy "We're all in this together business for her. "Who cares?"

I suspect that most Americans would not react with similar indifference to the mass murder of some 5,000 Egyptians. They would most likely, at the least, shake their heads, and say something about the event being a damned shame. Few would utter a remark as cold as the question "Who cares?" Most would care enough to dwell briefly on the terrible thought of 5,000 souls blasted and burned into oblivion while going about their daily business.

True, identifying with people on the other side of the planet presents some challenges. Distance is an effective buffer of anguish over the suffering of those one has never met. Some readers may recall the tidal wave that in December of 1970 swept to their deaths some half-million or so residents of what was then East Pakistan. The event's remoteness, coupled with its overwhelming magnitude, made it impossible for most Americans to express more than pro forma regrets. Hearing of the event was like hearing about 
a catastrophe on Mars. However superficial their sense of that natural disaster, what Americans learning of it would have said of the pathetic victims, "Who cares?" Such a statement marks one as bereft of the most ordinary sense of shared humanity, the sense that, regardless of our differences, we all really are "in this together."

The Bosom Serpent

Twisted religion, of course, is the bosom serpent of the present conflict. The Taliban and bin Laden raise religious perversion to an art form, but consider all the conscientiously self-professed "Christians" (Bennett, Thomas, Falwell, Robertson, Bush, et al.) who make much of the teachings of Jesus, until the chips are down and it's time to live up to their professions. Ah, but then the dicta of Jesus--including turning the other cheek should one's enemy swat the first--lie cast aside like so much detritus. Oh, the smarmy hypocrites of a shallow faith!

In spite of the ministrations of many years of Sunday school, Uncle Frank, faithless to the core, has never been sufficiently good or patient enough to follow the teachings of Jesus. On the other hand, he has not claimed to do so, particularly in the aftermath of egregious physical insult to his person, family, friends, or fellow citizens. Therefore, when he observed a sign outside a bowling alley advising that we "Bomb the Bastards!" he was inclined to say "Good idea," without soiling his religious wraps.

Blame Casual Sex

So many bizarre notions float to the surface in troubled times. The "family values"-fixated columnist Maggie Gallagher, an "affiliate scholar" at the Institute for American Values, thinks casual sex is a big culprit in what she sees as the strategic contest between Islam and the West. Really. Casual sex, she contends, has undermined the West and weakened it before the selfless warriors and dutiful procreators of Islam.

A number of the bravehearts who destroyed the WTC refreshed their energies in the heart of the Great Satan by frequenting American prostitutes. Some of them spent their last night (before moving on to the pure company of the famous Celestial Virgins) partying with hookers, and arguing their prices. Ringleader Mohamed Atta enjoyed lap dances in strip clubs, and then argued about his bill. But maybe the selfless suicidalists pursued these passions earnestly, and not casually at all. Or maybe being in the U.S. infected them with bad family values.  Maybe it's Mickey Mouse's fault that they felt compelled to purchase erotic gratification.

What a relief it must be to enjoy the largesse of the Celestial Virgins! We'll have to ask Maggie Gallagher about that. She would know, being an affiliate scholar, and all.

Watch Your Tongue!

In times like these, it helps to take care with one's words. As George Orwell pointed out in his classic 1946 essay, "Politics and the English Language," our language "becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts." Too many observers of the scene, both professional and lay, treat language carelessly, with effects that confound one's efforts to think straight.

William Raspberry, a prominent liberal columnist whose work I often enjoy, recently wrote a generally sensible column on the need to understand that criticism of U.S. tactics in the struggle against terrorism does not mean that the critic is un-American or sympathetic with mass murderers.  In that column, however, Raspberry referred to "the carpet-bombing calculated to render the Taliban vulnerable to its Afghani enemies."

Raspberry wrote this weeks before the U.S. employed anything resembling carpet bombing in Afghanistan, yet he suggested that it was already a going deal.  Loose language provokes mistaken thinking, and people on the Left and center are no more immune from carelessness than those on the Right.

This Is Not Vietnam

I believed by early 1967 that the U.S. war effort in Vietnam was an exercise in base criminal stupidity. I thought it was self-destructive, cruel, pointless, and doomed to failure. I believed that several of those responsible for its perpetuation, including Robert McNamara, should have gone to jail for crimes against humanity. I considered the U.S. war in Vietnam the most inexcusably moronic action ever undertaken by the nation, worse, in its own way, than the introduction of slavery or the quasi-official program to exterminate Native Americans. Thirty-four years later, I believe these same things about that wretched, unforgivable war. 

Afghanistan is not Vietnam, but I fear that some of today's peace activists confuse the dynamics of the two. Genuine U.S. interests were not at stake in Vietnam. Today, those interests are very obviously at stake in the struggle against terrorism. 

During the Vietnam War, personal self-interest influenced the anti-war positions of many individuals. Why not? For those whose understanding of the war led them to regard it as an absurdity, and vicious to boot, opposition to the war very rationally featured a strong element of self-interest. 

How does the self-interest of today's peace advocates measure up? I have the uncomfortable feeling that an absence of good faith is at play. That the desire of the comfortable not to be afflicted with inconvenience, obligation, or possibly worse, leads some of these advocates to adopt positions not in keeping with what they know in their hearts to be true, i.e., that their nation and their fellow citizens' lives--and, indeed, their own--are under direct threat by foreign enemies, and that a "peaceful" response will be welcomed by those enemies with further assaults and murders of the innocent.

To be blunt: I detect the fetid air of intellectual mendacity in the present peace response. 
 
What's Your Sign?

Many front yards in my neighborhood have sprouted signs with the statement that "We do not support violence against innocent people." The signs depict an American flag and a moon and crescent.

How touchingly considerate. Presumably those of us in the neighborhood without such signs do support violence against the innocent. Or maybe we have a sense that the situation is a little more complicated than the sign-planters imply. For that matter, not to overlook the ubiquitous American flag-waving folk, the situation may be a little more complex than one that can be improved with an easy display of patriotic enthusiasm purchased at K-Mart for $12.95. For the record, we don't have a sign in our yard, and we don't have a flag, either.

Who, by the way, are the "innocent" against whom the U.S. is committing violence? The Taliban? The Taliban are a gang of pathological thugs who, aside from their broad-based inhumanity and willing sheltering of and cohabitation with murderers, for years waged a merciless campaign against half the population of Afghanistan in their quest to reduce the women of that nation to a status that would have been execrated even in the Dark Ages. 

The Taliban treated Afghanistan's women only marginally better than the Nazis treated the Jews. Afghan women could not attend school, learn to read, see a doctor, work outside the home--and those who stayed at home were often forced to paint their windows opaque so that they could  not be seen from the exterior. It was a wonderful life for women in Afghanistan. I am sure Afghan widows reduced to begging for bread would not want us to disturb their pleasant peace by bombing Taliban troops.

Lies, Lies, Lies

In his essay, Orwell also wrote that "All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred, and schizophrenia. When the general atmosphere is bad, the language must suffer."

Would anyone argue that today's general atmosphere is anything but bad? Not to mention full of lies. Those in authority are undoubtedly lying to us. Those in political authority always lie to the public. They lied about the accuracy of "smart" bombs during the Gulf War. They lied about the effectiveness of the Patriot anti-missile missile. (Subsequent revelations have shown that the Patriot missiles didn't work, although the American public was led to believe that they picked off incoming Scuds like cherries from a low-hanging branch.)

Lies, lies, lies. They're par for the course. But not everything is a lie. 

Even absent the WTC and Pentagon attacks, one might well argue that the U.S. had a powerful obligation to intervene forcefully in the Taliban's continuing atrocious treatment of women. I'll not pursue that argument here, but those who advocate peace and non-violence in the Middle East might want to reflect on how a peaceful response to the Taliban's brutalization of women would persuade those thugs to adopt an enlightened, humane, or even milder, view of the rights of women. I do not believe for a moment that it would.

So we bomb the Taliban. Inevitably, some bombs have gone astray, killing those the Taliban have been oppressing, or those who have been courageously seeking to aid the Afghan people.  We are engaged in a hideous endeavor. We must grieve for those whose lives we take mistakenly, and must recognize that the possibilities of ghastly outcomes are many, including the possibility (if unlikely) that some other state--some think Egypt--is responsible for harboring and encouraging the Sept. 11 culprits.

In Philip K. Dick's memorable 1962 alternate history, The Man in the High Castle (available in the Vintage 1992 edition; ISBN 0679740678; $12), the United States lost World War II, and Germany and Japan divvied up the country right down the middle. What would have been the fate of the U.S. in WW II had counterparts of today's non-violence and peace advocates persuaded the American government to refrain from armed action in the wakes of Pearl Harbor and the Nazi seizure of Europe?  One suspects that Dick's novel would not have been an alternate history, but a story based in fact.

Military action is often ugly, cruel, dangerous, and messy. It also, alas, sometimes becomes the best choice, if not the only choice, under particular circumstances. And it does have the power, on occasion, to solve serious problems. War ended slavery in the United States. It defeated Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan. It earned American independence from England. It has its uses.

What Do We Do Until Things Fall Apart?

The universe tends toward disintegration. Things fall apart. In all probability, existence can look forward to an eternity of small bits of rubble drifting aimlessly through the cosmos. Humanity pursues its pitiful, vain, self-important absorption in its affairs as though its choices bear ultimate consequence. There is no reason to think that they do. In the long run, nothing matters.

We, however, are in it only for the short run. In the short run, sometimes one must act, and so must nations, or be unable to wrest even a moment's self respect from the absurd soup of existence.  One thinks of the courageous passengers who refused to let the hijackers have their way, and forced their aircraft to crash in a Pennsylvania field rather than let it be used to destroy even more innocent lives.

Present future choices may not prove as lustrously obvious as those before that airplane's passengers. The United States has reached a critical moment, and what it should do is not altogether plain. Those on the Left, like all  conscientious citizens, must pay attention, reflect, and criticize carefully and publicly. But blaming the U.S. for the existence of terrorism, and for the events of Sept. 11, is irrational and condescending.

"We didn't make them do it," says Uncle Frank. 

I think he's right.


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June 18, 2014

Number 7:

Uncle Frank's Diary
Number Seven



Uncle Frank 
Takes a Trip

Uncle Frank’s been to London, to visit the queen.

No, he hasn’t. He hasn’t been anywhere that gives him an excuse for his long failure to provide fresh fodder in this space. One thing and another have conspired to quell his customary compositional regularity, such as it was. In spite of my efforts to help, I have not been able to find, in local drugstores, patent medicines that claim to relieve the cramps and bloating of columnist’s block.

This embarrassing silence may owe to the cold and the dark, to the sodden squish of wet shoes in midwinter, to the nights that begin early and linger late, to one more false promise of a spring that refuses to enter the stage, to that old ennui of snow and ice we Midwesterners know so well.

Or, it may originate in something darker, colder, and longer lasting than mere winter.

A few days ago I took the train to Chicago and back. It was a long day, but worthwhile. I read Steinbeck’s Cannery Row on the coach, looked out the window while listening to the wheels hum on the welded rail (long gone the clickety-clack of the old jointed rail days), and observed my fellow passengers in their curious manifestations of the human condition.

Steinbeck would be 100 years old this year. I don’t know if he ever wrote of Chicago, being mostly a California sort, but I think he would have liked the city. His sympathy with the ordinary man and woman would have served him well on its crowded sidewalks.

The train pulled into the grand old Union Station shortly after noon, giving me a good six hours to do whatever I would before boarding for the return trip. My first act was to dispense with my plan; the day was too unaccountably pleasant (sunny and in the 40s) to spend riding buses to one spot and another. I lit out on the streets, afoot.

Patriotic Barriers

I went first to the Sears Tower, a few blocks north of the train station. The weather looked good for a view from the observation deck on the 103d floor.

Signs of the post 9/11 mindset met me directly. Now protecting the tower one finds innumerable concrete blocks, each a couple of feet high and maybe as long as an NBA center. All these blocks sport a cheerful nationalistic motif. Painted in bright red, white, and blue horizontal stripes, they insist that the passerby notice them and reflect on their meaning.

We know what they mean. They mean that the authorities have taken concrete steps to thwart car bombers, and believe that gussying them up in a guise reminiscent of the American flag will lend that certain something to the atmosphere.

It does, it does. I would have preferred the discreet charm of unadorned concrete, gray, unassuming, content to melt into the background. Red, white, and blue it was, however.

I felt so patriotic as I skirted the perimeter formed by the colorful barriers.

Once upon a time, visitors to the Sears Tower simply walked into the lobby, bought their tickets to the observation deck, and headed on up to see the view. Oh, yes, the program required attendance at a grossly overloud slideshow puff piece on the city narrated by Oprah Winfrey, but that was it.

Now: Take off your coat. Slide it, and any packages or other objects you may be toting, through the x-ray machine. Now please walk through the metal detector. Step back, please. Do you have any keys in your pockets?

And so on.

Oh, it’s good; it’s good to know that Precautions Are Being Taken. I am no more eager than the next gawking tourist to be blown through the glass of the tower’s observation deck by some earnest suicide bomber straight out of Conrad’s The Secret Agent. (If you have not read that book, you’ll find its portrayal of the terrorist bomber unsettling.)

He Went to the Door, But He Couldn’t Get In

On the other hand, that is the word: unsettling. This is not the E-Z access to cultural landmarks that American democracy has afforded us up to now. Other notable buildings in Chicago’s downtown core present a similar dukes-up readiness to take on the bad guys, and leave the good guys wondering whether it might not have been better to visit Galesburg in the springtime, or maybe just stay home.

 Sometimes finding an open door is a major challenge. I walked almost the entire circumference of the Prudential Building, another high-rise monument, before I found what was apparently the only exterior door still in service. All the rest were locked. Once inside, I came upon what confronts the visitor to so many major buildings: a phalanx of guards, signs demanding identification, and an evident willingness to take the careless traveler in hand and show him the way, the truth, and the light of America’s New War.

That’s what they’re calling it, anyhow. Apologies to Lou Reed, but this isn’t the beginning of a New Age. It’s the beginning of something else, and something worse.

Open Your Eyes and Look This Way

Something akin to this constricted psychology also reared its head on the train. Hankering for a cup of coffee, I set off to the cafe car, or so I thought. I went the wrong way, and blundered into a coach occupied only by two train personnel. One of them very crisply inquired about my intentions. Smooth-spoken as always (especially before my morning coffee), I attempted to account for my presence in this forbidden zone.

“Uh, I was, uh, is this the way…?”

“You’re going the wrong way,” he said. “The café is at the other end.”

I may have resembled a man desperate to wrest control of the train from the engineer before I revealed my true nature: a man desperate for some caffeine to clear his befogged brain.

In either case, my chances of reaching the train’s controls did not look promising. Consider the fact that a few years ago on the same route, I moseyed freely up to the cab, stood directly behind the engineer, and chatted with him for several minutes as we sped down the track. No one questioned my intentions then (which were nothing but those of a curious traveler and son of a railroad man). 

That was back when we lived in an open society. We don’t live there, any more. The doors are closing. The gates are coming down. The locks are clicking shut. Names are being taken, and it won’t be long before retinas are being scanned.

Open your eyes and look straight ahead, please.

A Visit to the Old Library

Is it any surprise that when I visited a library in Chicago, I went to the library that used to be, instead of the library that is? I had intended to stop by the new (or almost new) public library on South State Street. Something led me instead to the old Chicago Public, now a cultural center. I walked up the old stairs and into the lobby, where I found at one side a museum devoted to the history of broadcasting. Incredibly, admission was free, and no one searched me or x-rayed my belongings.

After wandering among the old radios and other exhibits, I went back out to the central part of the former public library and climbed the stairs to what must have been the main reading room. Such attention to detail graces this old building, erected in the 1890s: The ornate ceilings, the painstaking decorative flourishes (are those semiprecious stones embedded in the walls? They certainly look like it, and they’re everywhere. The time that went into cementing them in place would be unimaginable today.)

Coming back down the steps from the reading room, I thought of the countless thousands—the millions—of readers whose feet had pressed upon these stairs, whose hands had touched this marble rail over the building’s life as a library. How many of these readers were immigrants, come to America to make new lives for themselves in this land of hope and—for all its flaws and obstacles—openness of a kind known nowhere else?

Not a Faceless Crowd

When I walk through the streets of a big city, I like to study the faces and listen to the voices of the people around me. It isn’t polite to stare, of course, but you will find, if you try it, that looking at faces on a busy sidewalk is really very easy. Most of the people going by are so caught up in their own business that they do not notice the one observer in the crowd who is looking into their eyes and thinking about them as individuals, and wondering what their faces reveal of their lives.

So many faces, such variety, young and fresh, old and weathered, black, white, brown, yellow… some smiling, some laughing, others concerned, preoccupied, or otherwise engaged in their inner lives. I love to watch them.

And listen to them. Within the space of a few blocks, I heard languages that I recognized, and others whose identity I could only guess. Spanish, Chinese, Russian… to embrace such a cast of characters going peacefully about their business: Only a great city could do that.

And only a great nation can find the courage to remain an open society in this troubled world. Uncle Frank is not sure that the United States will be able to do that. Given a choice, he would probably not mind attending the opening of the old Chicago Public Library, and going on from there. Maybe it would come out another way the second time through.

Here, There and Everywhere in Libraryland

Speaking of openness, it would be hard to find a librarian anywhere who has worked harder or more productively to make library collections more easily accessible to the average citizen than Sanford Berman. Berman, longtime head of cataloging with Minnesota’s Hennepin County Library system, devoted his career to making the library catalog an aid, rather than an obstacle, to people trying to find materials on topics of their concern. For decades, Berman battled to bring catalog language—particularly subject headings—into harmony with the way most library users think when they go hunting for something.

Berman finally ran terminally afoul of his administrative superiors back in 1999. Details of the unseemly circumstances of the cataloger extraordinaire’s ouster (all right, “retirement”) from the HCL are available in a nice archived article in the Minneapolis City Pages.

According to Rory Litwin in an item in Library Juice for March 7, HCL plans to scrap the original subject headings that Berman and crew created over some 25 years, and to replace them with something close to straight (i.e., frequently non-intuitive, obscure, user-hostile) Library of Congress subject headings.

Librarians who continue to argue for clarity and accessibility in their libraries’ catalogs will always owe a debt to Berman, regardless of what goes on in Hennepin County. Uncle Frank hopes that librarians in general do not succumb to the retentive psychology that encircles national monuments with red, white, and blue barriers by being afraid to open their catalogs to transparent language.

Bygone visitors of the old Chicago Public would have welcomed Berman’s hand in their efforts to penetrate the library’s riches. Let us trust that the retro move apparently afoot in Minnesota is no more than a temporary setback, and not something darker, colder, and longer lasting.

Illustration by: K. McGinnis

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Number 8:

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Naked at Noon: 
Uncle Frank Comes Back Mad

Uncle Frank went away, and he came back mad. He is, as one of my high school pals put it from time to time, seriously P.O.’d.

Uncle Frank, my accidental alter ego, surfaced one day during my long, otherwise solitary commute. He appropriated my middle name, and my status as an uncle to a scad of nieces and nephews.

He’s a testy, demanding sort. When I want to listen to an oldies station, or turn off the radio and roll down the windows to enjoy a pleasant spring morning on the back roads, Uncle Frank insists on turning on the NPR news. Loud.

And commenting on it, often in language that would embarrass your average Rap artist. This morning he made me listen to Juan Williams interviewing some White House legal functionary. First he chewed out Williams, then he went after the White House guy. I saw that he was in a very bad mood.

“Uncle Frank,” I said, “Don’t you think you should count to ten and think happy thoughts, and maybe meditate for a few minutes before you say anything further uncouth? I mean, look on the bright side of life, and all that? What would your mother say if she heard you talking that way?”

“My mother’s dead,” said Uncle Frank. “And if she weren’t, this business with the FBI and the CIA and for all I know the Girl Scouts and those geniuses in the B**h Gang ignoring terrorist intelligence from their field agents would kill her.”

All right, all right: I’m letting Uncle Frank go, because I can see that he wants to rant.

Uncle Frank Spews

What is this krock o’ krap, he wants to know, with Attorney General Ashcroft, the B**h administration, and the May 30 unleashing of the FBI? We’re going back to the golden days of COINTELPRO’s wanton spying on law-abiding American citizens, citizens who happened to support civil rights, or who opposed the war in Vietnam, or who simply got on J. Edgar Hoover’s bad side.

What it is, aside from the thrashing of a gang of sanctimonious, self-congratulating screw-ups caught with their pants around their ankles in the middle of a fire alarm, is yet another step toward the full realization of the world Orwell warned us about in 1984.

In retrospect, one’s admiration for the good taste and intelligence of the voters of Missouri in electing in November 2000 a dead man to the United States Senate instead of John Ashcroft should be going off the charts. Ashcroft, whose idea of patriotism consists of composing and singing bombastic, smarmy songs about America being too young to die, and whose idea of protecting the nation from evil entails draping nude statues in the District of Columbia, responds to the criminally stupid failure of his regime’s upper administrative functionaries (including himself) by turning loose FBI agents in the street to engage in the kinds of totalitarian domestic surveillance banned in the U.S. since the days of Gerald Ford.

You remember Ford, right? The former U.S. representative who let the despicable crook Richard Nixon off the hook? Who once advocated the impeachment of Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas because the literary/art mag Evergreen Review (which occasionally ran features with photos of lightly clad women) published an essay by Douglas?

During one of Ford’s fugue phases, his administration clamped down on the kinds of abusive investigations the FBI pursued under J. Edgar Hoover (perhaps the Bureau’s greatest director ever to wear a dress). Now, with most sentient Americans—aside from the administration mouthpieces who pretend to give the “news” on the Fox network—searching for their dramamine as they reel in nauseated astonishment at revelations of the ineffable ineptitude of the nation’s “intelligence” apparatus in response to warnings about last September’s terrorist attacks, AG Ashcroft kicks out the jams blocking everyday agents’ access to the stuff they need to know to Keep Us Safe.

Fire Their Asses, Says Uncle Frank

Uh-huh. Having read the accounts that have been everywhere, even in the mainstream “liberal” media, showing how thoroughly the boss-types in D.C. bungled the intelligence passed on to them by competent, hardworking, thoughtful agents in the field, you might think that a responsive commander in chief would call AG Ashcroft and FBI Director Mueller into the Oval Office and fire their sorry asses.

“Uncle Frank, Uncle Frank,” I pleaded when I read this. “That’s no way to talk. People will think you’re indelicate. They’ll mistake you for someone indifferent to the refined tastes of sensitive librarians and impressionable youth. Your reputation as a man of discretion and gentility will suffer.”

“Shove it,” he said, and went on.

After canning these creeps, B**h should address the public on television, apologize in his most abject manner for the hideous failures of his chiefs, and promise that he will install at high management levels officials at least as conscientious and capable as the men and women working the field.

Are you kidding? That ain’t the way the federal bureaucracy works.

What we get instead, in the Ashcroft, Mueller, and general B**h administration heinie covering, is this retro move to reinstate the unaccountable, unchecked FBI powers that disgraced the Bureau under The Hoove and that compromised the basic civil rights of every law-abiding citizen in the country.

In a blistering essay in the June 3 New York Times, conservative columnist William Safire accuses Ashcroft and Mueller of fabricating alibis, “posterior covering” (the Times is a tad timorous in the language department), and, in general, of perpetrating a “fraud” on the public in the disemboweling of longstanding provisions against federal spying on American citizens.

Mere ass covering is the most benign interpretation of our leaders’ behavior. Far more sinister is their using the terrorist threat as a convenient excuse to shape the government according to their own fascist preferences for the long haul. AG Ashcroft reportedly read Arizona agent Ken Williams’s warning memo about Osama bin Laden preparing functionaries for terrorist operations in American flight schools only a few days after 9/11. Ashcroft knew, and knows, that conventional surveillance achieved its objectives before 9/11. Ken Williams didn’t need superpowers: He relied on hard work and his own smarts.

The difference now, surveillance fans, is that the means of intelligence gathering have advanced far beyond the primitive techniques available to J. Edgar’s domestic snoops. Electronic measures, notably computer monitoring, make the methods current during the FBI’s hounding of Martin Luther King, Jr. and Ernest Hemingway (poor old Ernie: Everyone thought he was nuts when he said the FBI was after him—but he was right) positively quaint.

The Ashcroftian edict of 3/30/02 makes these tools even more readily available, and threatens Americans’ religious, political, and intellectual freedom. It will lead to the invasion by surveillance of churches, libraries, associations, businesses and online behavior without probable cause, without basis for suspicion, and without evidence of criminal activity on the parts of those being monitored.

Roasting Civil Liberties

It’s not as though the infamous USA/Patriot Act wasn’t sufficient to put personal privacy on the grill. Almost all of the 50 states have laws on the books making it illegal for libraries to squeal to legal authorities on borrowers’ reading habits without a court order. Doesn’t matter. The USA/Patriot Act gives the FBI and local law enforcement access to citizens’ library records—including Internet use. Oh, you don’t use libraries? You buy all your books from Amazon? My, aren’t you the secure one. The FBI would never, ever think of using its new powers to requisition the data in your Amazon account, would it?

As so many say so earnestly, if you have nothing to hide, you have no problem. If you feel otherwise, you probably don’t love America. Otherwise, you wouldn’t mind the authorities stripping you naked at noon in front of the Lincoln Memorial, just as a little random check to make sure you haven’t secreted some plastic explosives in your nether bits.

But hey, 9/11 changed everything, didn’t it? Just say the Pledge of Allegiance, sit down, and shut up. And don’t believe for a moment that anything you think, do, or say is not the proper business of Mueller and Ashcroft.

Uncle Frank hates these bastards.

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Number 9:

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Taking Candy from Strange Websites:
Do Not Be Fooled, Boys & Girls!


The Web is part of the solution to the huge challenge of organizing and making accessible the bewildering array of information, opinion, and art humanity cranks out with such fervent dedication. It is also part of the problem when it helps people root their lives in scurrilous “information,” ill-conceived ideas, and bad art.


“That’s what I want! That’s just what I need! Where can I get that?”

I sag, I sigh, my head falls upon my hand. Fortunately, my elbow is propped on the reference desk, or my head would thunk down onto the oak veneer.

Why the dispirited reaction? Yet another student has leaped to conclusions about what will serve the needs of the term paper she is writing when I help her with some preliminary searching in the library’s online resources.

Time and again, when I show students how to do some basic searching on their topics, they jump with a naïve faith and enthusiasm at the first catalog or index entry that looks as though it might be useful. Seeing a promising title in a list of 14 is good enough:   

“That’s the one! Just tell me where it is!”

What of drawing up a list of possibilities, and examining them, and comparing them, to see what pans out?

Are you kidding? Who has time for that?

“Yes, well,” I say, “that might be good. But it might be helpful to look at some of these other items…”

My voice trails off. I know the light of instant conviction in a student’s eyes; I know that I am trying to talk reason and caution to someone who is certain that the truth is at hand, in that one title that turned up in response to our little search. I might as well suggest to a true-believing Christian that God may not have a keen personal interest in his conduct or fate.

Lost in the Unfettered Web

And this is online searching not in the chaos of the Web, but in the relatively rigorous confines of the library’s catalog or other automated research systems—ProQuest, Lexis-Nexis, and so on. If that God in which so many are so trusting really troubles her/him/itself to monitor the activities of countless human beings (what a colossal bore that would be: “Whoa, that’s only the millionth time I’ve seen that happen in the last half hour!”), surely he, she, or it alone can imagine the phenomenal absence of critical intelligence that prevails on both sides when students go head-on into the unfettered Web.

Mere easy plagiarism is probably the least of the traps waiting there for careless students—and Web-based plagiarism is often pretty easy for teachers to track down. More ominous is the way the Web facilitates a timeless habit of students: doing the least possible to meet the demands of the assignment, even without copying someone else’s work.

Indifferent student research did not begin with the advent of Web browsers, of course. Uncle Frank knows: He wrote several papers, back in the pre-computer day, that did not raise beads of earnest, scholarly sweat on his forehead, and that he is glad have long since been consigned to oblivion.

The Same Old Laziness, or Something New?

So what’s the difference between lazy research on the Web and lazy research the old-fashioned way, with books and periodicals? Isn’t it the same old slovenliness exercised in a different venue?

I think maybe not. I think there is something qualitatively different about goofing off on an assignment via the Web, and goofing off by putting minimal effort into using periodical indexes, and book catalogs, and actually handling in the flesh a few journals and a book or two.

Yes, yes, the truly inspired uninspired student can fake a book report on Moby Dick (speaking of colossal bores) with the Classics Comics version and the Cliff Notes commentary, but—assuming that a student does do a teeny bit of work—looking up an article, however painfully, in Humanities Index, and checking out a book of Melville criticism (“We have to, the teacher’s making us”), some engagement takes place with something resembling systematic scholarship. The “system” comes, if not in the student’s own approach, then in the conscientious orderliness of the periodical index, in the intellectual discipline of the book catalog, and in the use of library materials presumably present at the scene because of a librarian’s or a prof’s selecting them in accord with thoughtful principles.

Rub up against this sort of thing even a little bit, now and then, and it leaves a mark worth wearing. Better, even, than a sunflower tattoo peeking out from above the rear waistband of your low-rider jeans.

But the Web at large? Yow. With no rules of entry, no standards, no review, no correction, no nothin’, the Web is a terrific source of useful and democratic content. It is also a terrific source of mindless drivel, worse than television at its most vapid. For every student who comes to me (and this happens) at the reference desk complaining that an entire afternoon’s search “on the Web” led to nothing useful, how many students decide that the twaddle they located with a search engine is good enough? I fear that the number is high.

The danger of the Web for naïve students lies chiefly in their assumption that because something is on the Web, it is therefore worth the space it occupies. They have faith when they should be skeptical. In 1977, a student could pick upHumanities Index in the same sort of faith his or her peer of today Googles the Web. The difference is that the faith the student of 1977 placed in that index was in at least some ways warranted. Inclusion in that periodical index connoted a journal’s achieving certain standards of utility and respectability.

Indiscriminate Groping

Sure, one could gripe about the decisions index editors made, but there were, at the minimum, considered decisions that affected research results—not simply the indiscriminate groping and grabbing that characterizes many “information” catches made on the Web. On the Web, the biased, the uninformed, and the agenda-ridden greet the innocent and the trusting.   It’s like watching little boys and girls climb into the cars of strangers who offer them candy. But try to tell a student pressed for time and not much interested in hard work that the candy at that Web site has arsenic in it!

In a particularly poisonous development, many (maybe most) search engines list high in their results pages the sites of outfits that have paid for such consideration. The Federal Trade Commission this June, reporting the results of an inquiry prompted by the consumer watchdog group Commercial Alert (http://www.commercialalert.org/), indicated widespread failure of leading search engines to be candid about their inclusion of paid advertising in search results.

Google is up-front about this practice and notes the sites that are sponsored entries. Others are not so forthright. At least when you’re watching television, you can usually tell the difference between the programs and the commercials. On the Web, what you’re led to believe is the “good stuff” resulting from your search may, in fact, be the stuff that somebody paid to have you see.

Isn’t that sweet?

Getting Untangled

A growing number of libraries are working to equip students and other users with some basic healthy skepticism about Web reliance. Where I work, our Web home page provides a link to a “Tips for Students” page that includes a section on critically evaluating Websites, with further links to other libraries’ efforts on this front. (The World-Wide Web Virtual Library maintains a page with many useful links to Website evaluation guides:http://www.vuw.ac.nz/~agsmith/evaln/evaln.htm).

Educators in general are becoming increasingly concerned about students’ casual reliance on the Web. In her piece “Point. Click. Think?” (Washington Post, July 16, 2002, p. CO1), Laura Sessions Stepp writes in a balanced way on the topic, citing both Web traps and advantages.

“The Internet makes it ungodly easy now for people who wish to be lazy,” Stepp quotes one Iowa librarian. At the same time, with some focused teaching, students can learn to distinguish between worthwhile and worthless (or worse) sites.

An old twist on an even older progressive homily notes that if you’re part of the solution, you’re part of the problem. The Web is part of the solution to the huge challenge of organizing and making accessible the bewildering array of information, opinion, and art humanity cranks out with such fervent dedication. It is also part of the problem when it helps people root their lives in scurrilous “information,” ill-conceived ideas, and bad art.

Sometimes it makes Uncle Frank’s head hurt, and makes him want to join Nick Adams, watching the trout in the river from the railroad bridge at Seney. They can be very satisfying.

More satisfying than the Web, any day.

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Number 10:

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Who Needs Librarians? 
Let’s Get Some Trained Monkeys!


The matter, as is usually the case, devolves to money. It costs a lot less to exploit a clerk than it does to exploit a librarian. An OCL reference clerk earns about $22K a year. A librarian starts at $31K. Presumably savings in fringe benefits augment the $9K difference when the system sheds a librarian.


What a week.

My car is laid up in the shop with a shot intake manifold gasket. Judging by the speed at which things are happening, they’re manufacturing a new gasket from recycled asbestos siding at a sweatshop in Guatemala. It’s due in, oh, some day. I’m driving a borrowed car (my son’s) to work.

He’s really happy about that. Or maybe he doesn’t care: The back brakes are out of whack, so that when I step on them at low speeds they lock up, and the car bounces up and down like a lowrider from one of Uncle Frank’s bad dreams. I can lay a patch in the driveway at three miles an hour.

But that’s better than falling off my bike, which feat I accomplished the other night. I hit a spot of loose gravel just as I began to turn. The bike went one way; I went the other, into the asphalt pavement. I laid several patches of hide on the road. The right side of my body looks as though someone has been practicing on it with a power sander. My wife took one look and insisted that I start wearing a helmet.

A helmet? Real librarians don’t wear helmets.

But she insisted, so I bought the baddest looking black helmet I could find, took it home, and modeled it for my wife.

“You look like a Dutch policeman,” she said.

All right. So I’ll wear the shades with it. Maybe that will help.

Forward, into the Future!

Maybe Uncle Frank will wear them when he busts into the Orange County Library in Orlando, Fla., to take names and kick sand.

Real librarians have apparently been taking it on the chin at the OCL, and not by pitching over their handlebars and doing face melds with the roadway. Library management is reportedly replacing them with clerical workers. Staff writer James Miller notes in his Aug. 16 Orlando Sentinel piece (“Library accused of using clerks as librarians”) that since August of 1999, the number of OCL librarians assigned to work with the public has dropped from 73 to 64. In the same period, the non-librarian staff grew from 203 to 214.

Miller says that system Director Mary Anne Hodel sees the staff transformation as “leading the library toward the future.”

Well, sure. Everything leads toward the future, one way or another. According to Director Hodel, who has been on the job since this past January, “It doesn’t take a librarian to show someone how to use the Internet. What matters is service—whoever provides it.”

Hmm. If she feels that way about it, maybe she could enlist the help of some of OCL’s constant patrons. Every library with public Web access has them: the folks who arrive shortly after the library opens in the morning, cement themselves to a chair, and stay at a computer as long as they’re allowed to fool around in their chat rooms, email, Neopet pages, and what-not. Some of these individuals really know their way around the Web, or a part of it, and would probably be glad to help others for nothing. Then the library could get rid of a whole bunch of regular staff.

It’s Not About Service; It’s About Money

The matter, as is usually the case, devolves to money. It costs a lot less to exploit a clerk than it does to exploit a librarian. An OCL reference clerk earns about $22K a year. A librarian starts at $31K. Presumably savings in fringe benefits augment the $9K difference when the system sheds a librarian.

(Now you know who’s standing in line to buy those obscene SUVs that Detroit cranks out: reference librarians with large wads of dough—of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing variety—hanging from their pockets. Most of them aren’t like me, driving an ’87 Buick Century to work out of ersatz identification with the working class.)

There’s nothing new or unusual about this tactic. At a local library system I used to visit, clerical staff were habitually referred to as “librarians,” while no degreed librarians were in sight.  Libraries in general would be in big trouble without their clerical workers, but calling a clerk a librarian is like calling a hospital orderly a doctor. Assigning a clerk to perform traditional librarian services—reference work, original cataloging, collection development—is like handing an orderly a kit bag full of operating tools and sending her into the OR to perform surgery.

At that same local library system, by the way, I occasionally found the “librarian” clerk’s pre-adolescent daughter on “duty” at the information desk while her mother tended something else. Is this service, or what?

It’s “Women’s Work,” Anyhow, Right?

At the root of this crummy business lies the traditional under valuation of “women’s work.” Professions that have been dominated in numbers by female practitioners—teaching, librarianship, nursing—have always been grossly underpaid in relation to the education required to master them, and the skill and judgment their members have been expected to exercise.

Through history, women have come cheap (through no fault of their own), and the libraries of the world have not hesitated to take advantage of the fact. If they can take advantage by paying highly-educated practitioners humble wages, all to the good of the institutional economy; if they can persuade their clientele that they don’t really need these well-trained practitioners, that a clerk with a high school diploma and a year’s experience can do “just as well,” then why keep those “expensive” librarians on the job? Dump ‘em, and fill their places with even-worse-paid clerks expected to function at levels of responsibility far beyond their training and education.

Hell, let ‘em put their 12-year-old kids at the reference desk, the way they did in my old neighborhood. A trained chimp could check out a book, right? And be glad to work for peanuts. Or bananas.

And many library patrons would think it “cute.”

Such a deal for the budget keepers!

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How Do You Know What’s Good if You Don’t Know What’s What?

Ronald Harbert, president of the OCL board of trustees, has asked patrons to alert him to “shortages of service” occasioned by the library’s staffing plan. How do library patrons know when they’re receiving inadequate service, beyond egregious examples? People who are not expert library users can easily mistake earnest but uninformed and inadequate service as passing muster, just as someone who knows little or nothing about medical procedures can assume that a careless doctor’s diagnosis and treatment are on the ball.

It’s the same all over: As expenses rise and municipal budgets erode, managers struggle to fill the holes while papering over the resulting shoddy public service with happy talk. The selfless heroes in the Michigan legislature not long ago saw to it that they received pay raises of almost 40 percent. These same ascetic public servants, annoyed over tuition hikes, are busy telling the state’s public colleges and universities—which they have been underfunding for years—to “tighten their belts, like everyone else.”

Uh-huh. Like everyone else.

Like libraries that send amateurs to do professional work. Go ahead and use those libraries, but leave your helmet on when you enter. That way, it won’t hurt so much when you swat your forehead in frustration over the inept service that results from trying to do things on the cheap.

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Number 11:

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Number Eleven

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I’m Going to Dig a Hole, 
Crawl in, and Pull in the Dirt After Me

The idea of going back into the past doesn’t seem so bad just now. Back to simple days, when your television offered maybe four channels if you were lucky, when “web” referred to duck’s feet, and the presidential candidate who tallied the most votes won. Imagine such quaint times!

When I Woke Up that Morning…

The past was on my mind when I woke up the day after the latest election.  The domestic enemies of America, in disguise as the Republican Party, were mugging all over the landscape. Trent Lott was grinning ear-to-ear on the front page of the New York Times. Tom (“The Exterminator”) DeLay was getting ready to take over the House. The Bush Gangsters, so eager for war that they can hardly contain themselves, were looking forward to a glorious new dawn of neofascist court appointments, corporate welfare, union bashing, gutting of the Bill of Rights, repealing Roe v. Wade, and “preemptive” war around the world. War will be peace, freedom slavery, and ignorance strength.

Yes, the “Party of Lincoln” is having a major testosterone experience while Old Abe gags in Political Heaven at the sight of his perverted descendants.

The night following the election, our dear animal friend, Fred the Cat, had a heart attack and died in my arms on the living room couch. He had been struggling with his heart condition for several months, and was holding on OK with a daily smorgasbord of meds, but the election was apparently too much for him. I knew I shouldn’t have let him watch the returns; now he’s out in the back yard, under the forsythia bushes. Fred was a good and brave cat, but his heart could not stand up to the predations of the GOP.

Got to Get Away

Longing for escape to an earlier day, I accompanied my wife on a visit last Saturday to my old high school, in a small town in a neighboring county. I had not set foot in the old school in nearly 40 years (38 years and seven months, to be pointlessly precise). The opportunity for the visit came in the form of a crafts bazaar advertised in the paper. If you have ever attended a crafts bazaar, you know the scene: A vast array of ducks, cows, pigs, sheep, ducks, and bunnies either carved from wood or stitched and woven into fabric, stretched down the hallways as far as the eye could see, with occasional tables of high-calorie food tended by middle-aged women in theme sweatshirts (Christmas, Thanksgiving, Hallowthanksmaseve). Almost everyone in sight was overweight.

While my wife went searching for the perfect holiday table decoration—we ended up with something in ceramic that looks like a dead pheasant lying on its back with dried flowers sprouting from its belly—I went wandering the halls of my youth.

I could not get much further from Election 2002, could I? So I thought.

Hiding Out in the Library

 I wanted to see if I could enter the library. In one of the great achievements of my high-school career, in the second semester of my junior year I arranged my schedule so that I had hour-long study halls, back-to-back, at the end of the day. To say that I was an indifferent student in high school seriously understates it. I was not indifferent. I was hostile. I hated the athletic clique that ran the place. Save for the one taught by a great American history teacher (where are you now, Mr. Floro?), my classes bored me senseless; with a handful of fellow misfits, I began the day with little hope of anything but the clock advancing to the hour when we would be released from our daily pedagogical torment.

My back-to-back study halls redeemed the afternoon. I went daily to the wonderfully-large new library and signed in at the reference desk. (The sign-in sheets, I imagine, were scrutinized in the principal’s office in the endless quest to apprehend those bold enough to bust out of the joint on a pretext). From there, I slipped to the far back of the library, behind a waist-high range of shelves holding reference books, to a single-student study table near the large window-wall that overlooked the school’s front yard.

It was a great place for a misfit. When I sat down at my study table, I was all but impossible to see from any other point in the room. Close at hand were many racks of paperback books, of all sorts.

How often did I use my study halls to, like, “study”?  Rarely! Maybe that’s why I ended the year with a D- in chemistry. Instead of “studying,” I rampaged through those paperback racks.

I was a readin’ fool. This stuff was soooo much better than anything I was supposed to read for my classes. I was reading science fiction, history, novels, short stories—I even plowed through a good chunk of Darwin’s Origin of Species. All of this for fun. And it was fun. It didn’t help my chemistry grade, but did I care? Apparently not.

Goin’ Back

On the Saturday of the bazaar, I found the library. I felt that I was having an out-of-body experience, so odd was it to walk once again through the doors that had so long ago been my entryway to a better world. The first thing that struck me about the place was how little had changed. The furniture looked the same, for the most part. The light still entered the room from the big south windows the same as it had nearly four decades earlier. The quiet was the same.

The next thing that struck me was how much had changed: Computers were everywhere. Row after row of them. It’s good to know that my successors in the old school have access to all those great goodies on the Web.

But that’s not what I was after. I moseyed toward the back of the room, where I used to sit and read surreptitiously. The same reference shelves were still there. And, incredibly, some of the same little tables remained where I sat engrossed in everything from Darwin to James Thurber to Mark Twain. The tables look a lot older, now, a little banged-up at the corners. (So do I.) I walked up to one of those tables and touched it.

Time flowed from the wood through my hand, into my heart.

And I remembered the book I read here that affected me as much as any other at the time. It was Sinclair Lewis’s novel of a fascist takeover in the United States, It Can’t Happen Here.

I stood there with my hand on the table, feeling a little sick.

In Lewis’s story, published in 1935 and now out of print, a popular fascist—pandering to fears of crime, poverty, welfare chiselers, and the “liberal” media—wins the presidential election of 1936, with the help of a sympathetic religious broadcaster in the mold of Fr. Coughlin.* He gains control of Congress and the Supreme Court, and is then off to the races, with concentration camps for his enemies.

In It Can’t Happen Here, I thought I was reading a gripping treatment of a threat that had come and gone. I thought, boy, we came close, didn’t we? I didn’t realize that, while I avoided studying chemistry, I was seeing the developing political reality of my own middle age foreshadowed.

It is happening here. George W. Bush, the lying, conniving, war-mongering, wildly popular “president,” with Field Marshals Cheney, Wolfowitz, Rice, Rumsfeld, et al., and their shills at the Fox Network and on talk radio, are bearing out the future that Sinclair Lewis anticipated nearly 70 years ago. The fascists are taking over.

We don’t need to go back to the past. It’s right here and now. Sinclair Lewis would not be surprised. Neither is Uncle Frank. Even now, he’s packing a few things for camp.

*Father Coughlin, AKA “The Fighting Priest,” was a nationally popular political radio ranter in the 1930s who got his start in Detroit. He eventually wore out his welcome with his anti-Semitic broadcasts in the early years of World War II. Coughlin is a precursor of religious media blowhards like Pat Robertson, and of such secular windbags as Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity.

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Number 12:

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Number Twelve

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Nausea

When I enter my office in the morning, the first thing I do is to look at the telephone to see if the voicemail indicator light is blinking. It has been blinking a lot, lately, and most of the time the message—delivered in a gasping, wheezing voice—is from a reference librarian calling in sick. The flu bugs are goin’ around, and we’re juggling the reference desk schedule trying to maintain some semblance of reliable service. Hey, I told (begged, pleaded, cajoled) everyone to get a flu shot last fall. What, aren’t my nagging skills up to the job?

But there’s sick… and there’s sick. If you’re fortunate, you get past the flu in a week or ten days, or about the same length of time it takes to fill a somewhat trickier than usual interlibrary loan request. Then there’s the sickness of the soul that comes from paying attention to life in these here United States, a disorder that ranks with that of the main character in Sartre’s Nausea—the most depressing novel I have ever read. If you ever start feeling a little bit too good about things, read Nausea. It will settle your hash into a cold lump in the bottom of your gut. But then, so does the general run of events in these days and times.

Lies, Lies, We Can’t Believe a Word He Says

What am I talking about? Oh, well, you know: Most everything. I could start with the way George W. Bush blatantly lies about the affirmative action program at my alma mater, the University of Michigan. With total disregard of fact, Bush, as you may have noticed, recently characterized the school’s efforts to achieve some reasonable representation of minority students as a “quota” system.

Has this man no shame? Is no lie too egregious to utter for the sake of shoring up what the political pundits like to call his “base”? (By the way, “Al Qaeda” means “base,” in case you were wondering.)

The University of Michigan’s affirmative action program is not a quota system by any stretch of the most fevered imagination. It involves assigning “points” to applicants based on various characteristics. The maximum number of points an applicant can attain is 150. An African-American applicant receives 20 points for being born that way. Children of alumni get a few points for being born that way. Athletes get points. Good grades earn more points than mediocre grades, and so on.

The sorely afflicted white upper-middle-class, from which UM draws most of its students, gets honked off about minority group members receiving such special consideration. It ain’t fair, they whine. Except they don’t say “ain’t.” Why should a black kid from a crummy downtown high school get such a cushy advantage in a college application?

Invisible Points

What the whiners prefer to ignore are the invisible “points” the white children of privilege accrue simply as a consequence of the accident of birth. Being black is worth 20 points on the UM admission scale. How many “points” is it worth white applicants to have been born into affluent families? To have attended excellent suburban public or private schools? To have enjoyed for years the benefits of supplemental lessons in music, art, sports, and other activities? To have had lifelong access to first-rate health care? To have had opportunities for travel and other forms of cultural enrichment that are totally alien to the average inner-city kid? To have known from an early age that they are expected to complete college, and to take their places in the professional class?

The University of Michigan’s admissions policy entails a modest effort to help minority students overcome centuries of institutionalized racism, and to try to give the student body of the university some meaningful (dare I use the awful word?) diversity. 

Those who claim that racism is merely history, that as a society we have “gotten over” that little bout of dyspepsia, I would invite to spend some time prowling the back streets of Detroit with me (yeah, I do that from time to time, taking pictures of the ruins), and try to account for the condition of that city without acknowledging the continuing reality of racism. And then join George W. Bush, that self-made man who never had an advantage in his life that he didn’t earn through his own hard work, in bleating about how “unfair” the University of Michigan’s admissions policy is.

Do You Copy?

Thanks. I feel better now. I’ve been steaming about Bush’s defaming my old school since the day he uttered his big lie. One of his big lies. Now I can move on--to questions of money.

If you work in a library supported to any extent by public funds, you’re probably dealing with the same sorts of happy matters as our crew. How do we provide service with money that doesn’t exist? Thanks to a decade of fiscal mismanagement by the administration of former governor John Engler, the state of Michigan is searching for pennies at the back of its socks drawer, and is slicing and dicing the budget from top to bottom.

Well, yes, according to news I heard while shaving this morning, our state legislators are all getting fixed up with new photocopiers, at $12,000 each. We wouldn’t want the poor dears at our state asylum for the helpless to have to share a machine down the hall, would we? Nevertheless, the rest of us who rely in some way on public funds are trying to live with an austerity that promises to be here for some time to come. At my library, we’re looking at cutting hours of service, canceling periodical subscriptions, laying off student assistants and assigning their work to librarians, not filling open positions, and trooping off as a group to the commercial blood donation facility down the street.

OK, we’re leaving the last one for next year’s budget, which will probably be even worse than this year’s. And you know what? We’re lucky. We’re not in California. Thanks to donors who recognize the value of education, we also have endowment income that allows us to provide a healthy roster of online databases for our users. Things could be a lot worse, and in many libraries they are.

George W’s plan, of course, will fix everything. Tax cuts for the rich. That’s the ticket. Oh, and a nice war, too. And some patriotic new legislation that will help the Ashcroft Brigade nip un-American activities in the bud.

Nausea, anyone?

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Number 13:

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Number Thirteen

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And Oil Has Nothing to Do with It

On toppled statues of Saddam Hussein, happy Iraqis deliver the ultimate local insult as they beat on the face of Saddam’s graven image with the soles of their shoes. How can one not feel good for people who have escaped the bondage of a thug?

Even if one doubts, as I do, that a desire to liberate Iraq played any real part in the motivations of the Bush Gang’s invasion. Considering the willingness of a long line of U.S. administrations to countenance the inhumanity of dictators around the world, provided the creeps kowtowed to American interests of the moment, the yapping about “liberation” that we hear from the administration and from the pimps for war in the media is unconvincing. Whatever liberation flows from this adventure is strictly of the epiphenomenal sort: It is the smoke, not the fire.

In Bed with the Evil Ones

If we found freedom of the oppressed our guiding light, why did we, in years past, provide aid and comfort to such masters of oppression as Fulgencio Batista (Cuba); the Somozas (Nicaragua); the Duvaliers (Haiti); Pinochet (Chile); Ngo Dinh Diem (South Vietnam); Mohammed Zia Ul-Haq (Pakistan); and so on? Murderers, torturers, thieves, drug runners, the U.S. has been in bed with all of them, willingly.

The pious pap about liberation erects a false front for the masses’ disorientation. It helps assuage the consciences of those who confuse “reality” with Survivorand its ilk, and who think they’re seeing “the news” when they watch the Fox network. It helps convince them that their or their neighbors’ or their friends’ sons and daughters in the military died in a noble cause, rather than to help the con artists and warmongers who populate the Bush Administration pursue a political agenda hostile to the most fundamental tenets of democracy, inimical to the best traditions of American life, and that further diminish American security in a world alive with people who hate and fear us. (Gee, I wonder why?)

It helps convince them that killing thousands of Iraqis—most of whom were themselves helpless victims of Saddam Hussein and his goons—can be excused by some greater good of freedom won for the survivors. It helps persuade them to accept the Bush Gang’s big lie that diplomacy could not have worked, that time had run out, that U.S. patience was very reasonably at an end—when, in fact, the Bush machine clearly never intended any route but war to obtain what it wanted in Iraq. What it wanted, aside from assured access to the oil (would this invasion have taken place if Iraq’s chief export were peanut oil rather than petroleum?), was to put in place a government that would bend to American interests.

I’m sorry: to the interests of a small minority of Americans.

As history has shown, however, the bigger the lie, the more ready the eager crowds are to believe it. Despite the child’s assurances, a mother won’t believe that her adolescent daughter has cleaned up the mess in her room, but she’ll believe that a U.S. invasion of Iraq—a country that never threatened this nation—has nothing to do with either oil or George W. Bush’s messianic conceit. Go figure, eh?

Escaping the World in War

One source that can help the figuring is a recent book, War Is a Force That Gives Us Meaning (PublicAffairs, 2002; $23; ISBN 1586480499), by the veteran war correspondent Chris Hedges. Hedges draws on his direct experience in contemporary war zones to base his observations on the role of the media in war (they sell out); on the way the public—that’s us—finds heightened purpose in the focus and camaraderie of war, as opposed to the dreary banality of daily life; on the addiction to war so common among its correspondents; and on the nationalist mythology that plays such a significant role in international conflict.

I question Hedges in some places, and his concluding remarks on dealing with the problem of war may be tied too closely to his own experience to achieve the universality at which he aims. Nevertheless, his book leaves a lingering undertow of ideas, many of them very troubling. I finished it shortly after the Iraq invasion began, and found its brooding presence intruding in my mind again and again as I watched and read coverage of the carnage.

A piece from Hedges, “The Press and the Myths of War,” is one of the highlights of the April 21 issue of The Nation; it comes partly from the book, and partly from Hedges’ response to the invasion. Reading it will provide some of the sense of the book—but it is not a substitute for it. You can go to the essay (while the link works) at:

http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20030421&s=hedges

A paperback edition of the book is apparently imminent, if you want to save a few bucks by waiting.

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Number 14:

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Number Fourteen

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What’s Left of Iraq’s Libraries?

The clock was striking 13 as I passed the Ministry of Truth on my way to the office, thinking about Uncle Frank’s recent profane tirades unbecoming a librarian of genteel tastes. It’s disturbing, especially in public. People stare, and cover their ears, and move away with their lips curled and their noses wrinkled. What can I say?

Not being a librarian of genteel tastes, I have no idea. I drove into work today with a home-made tape blasting the Ramones (Rocket to Russia) and the Sex Pistols (Never Mind the Bollocks) on the A side, and John Coltrane (A Love Supreme) on the B side. By the time I got out of the car, I felt ready for almost anything, as long as it came with a good bass part. It could be the late Dee Dee Ramone’s machine-gun attack, or Jimmy Garrison backing Coltrane. Don’t matter to me none, as they say in Flint.

I’m not sure, however, if anything can prepare me for the daily deluge of dreck on “the news.” If you believe “the news” from our glorious mass media, the U.S. attack on Iraq really didn’t trash large chunks of that happy nation’s cultural infrastructure. Sure, a handful of artifacts went AWOL from the museums, but most of them will turn up on e-Bay, and no doubt those who buy them will return them to the people of Iraq as a public service. And anyhow, you had to laugh when Rumsfeld made that hilarious joke about how if you’ve seen one old pot, you’ve seen ‘em all. What a card!

Getting Past the Smokescreen

On the other hand, if you take the trouble to work past the Casa Blanca’s PR smokescreen, and the mass media’s lazy reporting, you might learn that the bombing and bashing and the blood-dimmed tide of anarchy we unleashed in Iraq did, in fact, do a spot of bother on the Iraqi people’s cultural assets.

A report from the International Federation of Library Associations and Institutions dated May 1 notes substantial damage to Iraq’s libraries: the National Library looted and burned; the National Archives looted and burned; the Al-Awqaf Library at the Ministry of Religious Affairs, also L & B;  the Central Library at the University of Baghdad, with a collection of some 600,000 items, burned; the Library of Bayt al-Hikma, a center for social science research, completely destroyed; the Central Library of Mosul, with a collection approaching a million items, looted & burned; and so on. See for yourself at:

http://www.ifla.org/VI/4/admin/iraq0205.htm

Nabil Al-Tikrite has posted a lengthy and detailed situation report on “Iraq Manuscript Collections, Archives & Libraries” that reinforces and amplifies the information in the above document. See it at:

http://www.oi.uchicago.edu/OI/IRAQ/docs/nat.html

But It Coulda Been Worse!

According to credible accounts, then, grave damage has been done to Iraq’s libraries, but librarians, archivists, and kindred spirits everywhere can be proud of their colleagues and sympathizers in Iraq. Without their diligent work to protect library collections, the situation would likely have been much worse. The Boston Globe reported on May 13 (“Rebuilding Iraq; Library’s Volumes Safely Hidden”) that bibliographic rescue workers may, before the trashing of the National Library, have tucked away as much as 90 percent of the library’s holdings, both off-site and within the facility itself. Globe writer Patrick Healy quotes one National Library guard who said he watched over the library with pride.

“I know the value of books, that’s why I’m protecting them,” he said. “They are beyond value. Priceless.”

As priceless as Donald Rumsfeld’s jokes about museum artifacts. How is it that a humble Iraqi guard demonstrates a more enlightened attitude toward cultural treasures than does the U.S. secretary of defense? One would think…

Uh, wait a second. There’s a disturbance here… Uncle Frank wants to say something.

Something About a Rat’s Ass

“Goddamn right I do! I mean, hell’s belles, did it ever occur to you that these guys simply do not give a rat’s ass about books or libraries or museum collections or any of that kultural krap? When do you think Field Marshal Rumsfeld last read a book? Huh? What do you think, he spends his free time with the short stories of Nathaniel Hawthorne? You think maybe he’s pondering the deep meanings of “The Minister’s Black Veil”? You think he’s outlining his vacation plans for studying the Egyptian sculpture at the Art Institute of Chicago? He doesn’t care! None of them do! It doesn’t mean squat to them!”

That is, I am afraid, probably true. Karl Rove is no doubt studying the films of Leni Riefenstahl for ideas on presenting Boy George in heroic campaign video, but aside from such practical applications, their grasp of the meaning of art is a little limited.

“Limited! Godalmighty! There’s that baboon’s ass Ashcroft throwing sheets over nude statues! ‘Limited!’  These guys are complete idiots! Barbarians! It’s a wonder they don’t confiscate crayons from kindergartners, just in case the little bastards draw something that someone thinks isn’t nice!”

He’s not done, folks…

“And you librarians, you tend your tidy desks and charge out books, and answer questions, and have reading hour for the kiddies, and study contracts with online vendors, and fantasize about getting your grinning mugs on the cover of Library Journal, and go about your business as though everything is what it was, when the truth is that… that…”

Uncle Frank is sputtering, now.

“The truth is that the fascist bastards are planning to pull down the foundations of the life that you lead. They aim to destroy it. You think they have no respect for foreign cultures? Hell, Boy, they have no respect for their own! Do you think it’s simply an odd happenstance that in a country governed by enemies of public schools, we see public schools so short of money they have to close before the normal end of the school year? This while that sanctimonious twit in the White House prattles about ‘leaving no child behind’? Give me a break!”

Well, there may be some connection there, but it really owes more to the vagueness of the economy…

Mr. Jesus Goes to Washington

“Shit fire! That’s what a Southern boy I used to work with said when things went really wrong, and he must be saying it a lot, these days. Ain’t nothin’ vague about it, Jack! It’s intentional! They want the public schools to fail! They want to destroy Social Security and Medicare and Medicaid. And you know why? Because all those entities are contrary to their insane faith in… in faith! Faith in their precious Lord and Savior Jesus H. Christ and His eternal endorsement of free-market capitalism! These people are just plain nuts! They are out of their tiny little minds!”

I look around to see if anyone is listening. This is getting a little embarrassing.

“I’m trying to be calm,” he says. “Look. The only things these people have that pass for ideas are praying to Jesus—they all fancy themselves upstanding Christians; look at that pious show Bush puts on, praying in public with his little weasel eyes squeezed shut, like God’s gonna whack him if he peeks—cutting taxes, and going to war. That’s it. Oh, yeah, and making sure that all women get pregnant and have babies, whether they want them or not, or can afford to feed them or clothe them after the fact. Jesus, taxes, war, and babies, in a tasty capitalist growth medium.”

“I’ll tell you what, man, if Jesus came to Washington, some of these sanctimonious ‘Christians’ would find their sorry asses kicked into the Potomac. What are there, maybe three Christians in the United States? One in Kentucky, one in North Dakota, and two in Oregon. OK, that’s four. Four, then. That’s gotta be about it. All right. I’m done. I’m outta here.”

And not a minute too soon, I’m afraid.

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Number 15:

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What Would $100 Billion Buy on the Library Market?

Oh, these are fine days and times. The Liar in Chief and his flunkies on Fox News spin interpretations of reality that make the logic of Alice in Wonderlandlook transparent. The economy “recovers” without adding jobs; the U.S. takes legal actions to prevent its citizens from obtaining affordable drugs from Canada; Bush Regime propaganda mavens claim that the proliferation of attacks on U.S. and “friendly” native targets in Iraq proves that we have the terrorists right where we want them (does anyone remember John Cleese’s turn as the Black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail?); Jen and Bennifer are either getting married or they aren’t, or something like that, as if anyone gives a rip in hell; and dark chocolate is better for you than jogging.

Well, well. Uncle Frank just don’t know what to make of it all.

But let’s try to find some sense in it—at least in the dough we’re kneading up for incineration in the oven of Iraq. The most common estimate for what the U.S. will spend in Iraq over the coming year is $100 billion, give or take (mostly give) a few billion. $100 billion is for most of us (certainly it is for me) a meaningless number. In an attempt to reduce it to something comprehensible, I have determined what library-oriented items $100 billion would buy, based on the latest average prices and costs reported in the 48th edition (2003) of The Bowker Annual, and on what I think are some reasonable estimates. I’ve rounded some figures here and there to avoid nitpicking.

p.s. Thanks to the swell calculator on my computer, with enough spaces for really big numbers. My pocket calculator wouldn’t cut it.

Paying for Librarians

Average starting salary for librarians, 2001: $36, 818.

      Add 25 percent for benefits:                     9,204

      Total for a beginning librarian:                $46,022

$100 billion would pay salaries and benefits for approximately 2.2 million beginning librarians.

Paying for Library Clerks

Assume a “generous” starting salary of $25,000 for a library clerk

      Add 25 percent for benefits:                6,250

      Total for a beginning library clerk:       $31,250

$100 billion would pay salaries and benefits for  3.2 million beginning library clerks.

Paying for Student Assistants

Assume a “generous” $8/hour for a library student assistant; that student assistant would earn, at 10 hrs/week, $4,000 over a 50-week period.

$100 billion would pay 25 million student assistants $8/hour, 10 hours a week, for 50 weeks.

Paying for Public Library Buildings

From July 1, 2001 to June 30, 2002, there were 212 U.S. public library building projects. Their average cost was $3,716,981.

$100 billion would pay for 26,903  public library building projects, each costing $3,716,981, with enough change left over to put up a couple of nice toolsheds.

Paying for Periodicals

The average price of a U.S. periodical (excluding Russian translations) in 2002 was $282.

$100 billion would pay for subscriptions to 354.6 million  periodicals at $282 each.

Paying for Books

The average hardcover book in 2002 cost $59.80.

$100 billion would buy 1.67 billion  hardcover books at $59.80 each.

Paying for Paperbacks

The average mass market paperback cost $6.48 in 2002.

$100 billion would buy 15.4 billion mass market paperbacks at $6.48 each.

Paying for Library Budgets of Small-town Libraries

The average overall budget for U.S. public libraries serving populations from 25,000 to 49,999 in 2003 is $1,868,000.

$100 billion would cover the budgets of  53,533 such libraries.

Paying the Budget of a Major Big-City Library

The Chicago Public Library’s 2003 budget is $96.5 million.

$100 billion would cover the budgets of 1,036 libraries like the Chicago Public.

Paying for Clones of the Building Where Uncle Frank Would Hang His Hat, if He Had One

As a local note, $100 billion would build approximately 5,000 libraries like the one where I work.

So what does this all mean, brothers and sisters? I leave it to you. Pass the dark chocolate, please; my body chemistry requires adjustment.

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Number 16:

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Number Sixteen

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Drop the Almanac, Pal, 
and Spread ‘Em!

Uncle Frank’s in trouble. He’s an almanac user.

Not that he wasn’t in trouble before, but now the fit is really going to hit the Shan.  Surely you’ve seen the news: On Christmas Eve, the FBI alerted 18,000 law enforcement agencies nationwide about the threat posed the Homeland by (gasp!) almanac users. The geniuses at the Hoover Building want law officers everywhere to be on the alert during traffic stops, donut breaks, and high-speed chases on the Fox Network for people carrying these dangerous weapons of mass statistics.

Especially worrisome are almanacs “annotated in suspicious ways.” You know, the ones bearing idle marginalia along the lines of  “lb butter & doz. eggs,” or “Alice 231-5566,” or “Bush Sux.”

Talk about suspicious—and these people are.

“All right, Buddy, out of the car! Drop the book! Put your hands on the roof! On the roof, I said!”

The paunchy, balding librarian does his best to comply with the officer’s gentle encouragement. He knows his crime: driving while almanacked. There’s no denying it, and no escape. The copy of the World Almanac spread eagled on the passenger seat is all the proof necessary to demonstrate his ill intent. And wait until the authorities get a load of the annotations. God in heaven, and all’s wrong with the world.

Roadmap to Ruination

According to the bulletin the FBI Seekers of Evil sent out, “Terrorist operatives may rely on almanacs to assist with target selection and preoperational planning.”

You bet. Practically any almanac has tons of info useful to those of the terrorist persuasion. Just thumb through one at random. You’ll see lists of big cities, sports stadiums, airports, data on condom use, beer consumption, television ratings, best-selling records, you name it: If it’s done in the USA, it’s all there, a virtual roadmap to the destruction of the American Way of Life.

Small wonder that in his last address to the world, Osama bin Laden gloated over capturing a cache of 2004 almanacs. Even now, his operatives are busy distributing them to cells everywhere. Without almanacs, these guys wouldn’t even be able to find North America. With them, they’ll be driving truck bombs into your attached garage while you’re concentrating on America’s Most Moronic Celebrity Interviews on Fox. Count on it.

All right, all right, everyone knows this is ridiculous. Everyone, that is, except the aforementioned bright lights of legal intelligence at The Hoove, and John (Lost the Senate Seat to a Dead Man) Ashcroft, and everyone else in the most feckless administration since Harding’s.

But is this weird fixation on almanacs not also ominous? If the Bush Gangsters are addled enough to believe that these annual guides provide some uniquely valuable grist for terrorists—stuff, for example, that they couldn’t look up readily with Google—why would they not identify other publications as at least equally indicative of menace?

Selections from the Terrorist’s Book Club

Like a good portion of the books in the reference collection some 50 feet from where I now sit, and that anyone could consult simply by walking into the library and asking for help at the reference desk. What could a terrorist do with theCRC Handbook of Chemistry and Physics? How about the Encyclopedia of Infectious Diseases, or the Handbook of Toxic and Hazardous Chemicals and Carcinogens, or the Encyclopedia of Guerrilla Warfare? I’m betting that a conscientious, thoughtful terrorist could find some inspirational reading in any of those books, among many others freely accessible in countless libraries.

And the FBI is worried about almanacs?

“The full force of Homeland Security all across this nation is at work to keep you safe,” Homeland Security Secretary Tom Ridge recently said.

Wow. It certainly fills me with a peaceful, easy feeling to know that Sec’y Tom and the boys have caught on to the lurking dangers of almanacs. I mean, these guys are doing a first-rate job!

And how long will it take them to catch on to the multitude of other avenues that terrorists could employ to obtain worthwhile information? Not just books in the reference collection, but like, oh, daily newspapers? Can we really consider ourselves safe when everywhere we look, we can see signs that people—strangers!—are finding out details about what’s going on in our own hometowns simply by shelling out 50 cents for the local newsrag?

Sooner or later, the agents of security will awaken to all they’ve been missing: that free flow (although not as free as it once was) of information that makes livin’ in the USA more fun and better for your health than living most other places. When they do wake up, and realize that the almanac scare is only a warm-up, a practice toss, better keep your reading habits to yourself.

They’ll be watching you. And taking suspicious notes.

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Number 17:

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Number Seventeen
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Uncle Frank Goes 
to the Library, Almost

I meant to go to the library the other day, specifically, on Saturday, January 17, 2004.

I had a bunch of stuff to look up. Being an orderly librarian, I had my look-up stuff neatly noted and stacked in a pack of 4 X 6 index cards. Nobody had better accuse this librarian of having a 3 X 5 mentality! I’m beyond that—an inch in either direction—but with the payload still small enough to fit my inside coat pocket so I don’t have to lug around some clunky old briefcase, backpack, or cord-handled shopping bag with my junk in it, like the rest of those weary researchers.

My goal: The Detroit Public Library. I had to be in Detroit anyhow, that day, so it would be easy to slide by the DPL to score some books. On the 16th, I double-checked the library’s Website. Yup, no problem: In spite of tough budget times, the DPL maintains Saturday hours. Good for it. And good for it, too, for keeping in its fiction collection some books that are mighty hard to find elsewhere. Those are the ones I wanted. My gratitude ranneth over.

A Confusion of Dates

The 17th dawned (“gloomed” would be more accurate) with a howling wind, flying snow, and warnings on the radio about dangerous roads.

No problem. Uncle Frank eats dangerous roads for breakfast. But I had to double-check an item in the DPL catalog…. I fired up our faithful Chinese computer, and Netscaped to the DPL homepage.

And goggled (not Googled) in disbelief at the prominent message on the page: The DPL would be closed—that’s KLOSED, with a kapital K—on Jan. 17 for Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday.

Was somebody messin’ with Uncle Frank, or what? Jan 19 is the holiday (for government workers, if no one else). Jan 15 is MLK’s birthday. So why was the library closed on the 17th? Huh? Are you telling me, in sincere sincerity, that MLK would think it a good idea to close a library, any library, on any day, in his name? That he would want to deny people, of whatever hue, a day’s opportunity to pursue truth, justice, and the American Way in the nation’s libraries? Or even that he’d want to deny the poor wretches of the street—the winos, the headcases, the homeless and lost—a chance on a rotten winter’s day to warm their pitiful hides for an hour while nodding over a newspaper in the library reading room?

I hardly think it.

Curious Celebrations

Yeah, well… Closing libraries--denying access to seekers of truth as a function of "celebrating" MLK's legacy--is only one of the odd phenomena attached to his memory. Another rapidly burgeoning manifestation of curious celebration is the "a day on, not a day off" movement. In this well-meaning homage to King, organizations around the country encourage their members to put in a day, or a half-day, of volunteer work at some local social service agency. One might, for example, sort incoming clothes at a Salvation Army facility, or help prepare meals at a soup kitchen. Presumably this activity honors King and his principles.

How, precisely? Where in MLK's work (I have searched, without finding) does he advocate helping perpetuate the status quo by volunteering to work in the organizations that help maintain it?

Organizations like the Salvation Army and soup kitchens and homeless shelters are indispensable crutches for the very social system whose abuses and injustices they seek to ameliorate. They are part and parcel of the problem; they do nothing to address the underlying causes that necessitate their existence.

Which is not to say that there is anything wrong with volunteering to work in such places. I've done it myself, spending Saturday mornings in a soup kitchen in a poor neighborhood in Flint, Michigan.

No, there's nothing wrong with such work--but to engage in it thinking that one is somehow responding to MLK's radical analysis of American life is errant. Such volunteer efforts work nothing but cosmetic relief. MLK's philosophy, focusing on racial and economic justice, non-violence, anti-militarism and anti-imperialism, addresses fundamental American assumptions and behaviors, not secondary matters such as volunteering to sweep the shop floor after the daily American routine of capitalist greed, abuse of labor, exploitation of the poor, corporate welfare, and global arrogance has strewn the quotidian human wreckage across its surface.

Boiling It Down to Pap

America is gifted at boiling down great ideas to sentimental and non-threatening stuff. To pap for the masses, as one of my long-ago bosses liked to say. MLK's radicalism, which challenged the nation to look into its soul and change its evil ways, has been diluted to a pallid shadow of its original substance. (And has also, such a surprise, been appropriated and warped by the political Right as an excuse not to pursue the very kinds of systemic cures that King advocated.) What can one expect? When MLK's own family sells the rights to his image to corporate advertisers, why would we anticipate any other outcome?

If MLK were still with us, can anyone doubt what his positions would be on the invasion and occupation of Iraq, the systematic abuse of the nation's poor, the contempt for human rights endemic in the Bush administration, or any number of other actions that spring from the nation's fundamental assumptions about itself?

In his lifetime, the state saw MLK as its enemy. His hounding by the FBI as a "threat" to the country is common knowledge. But, to be sure, MLK was a threat. He threatened the business-as-usual attitude that makes American imperialism, and soup kitchens in Flint, Michigan, possible and necessary. If he were alive today, the state would still see him as its enemy, for the same reasons it did in 1968.

And good-hearted volunteer work, regardless of whatever temporary relief it affords those crushed by the system that King opposed, does nothing to change that system. It does not honor King's memory by taking up his work; in an inescapably dreary sense, it capitulates before the forces of darkness that King sought to dispel.

A Day Off, Not a Day On

In my sputtering dismay at finding the Detroit Public Library closed on the day I had planned to visit,  I sent an inquiry to the library’s e-mail reference address, suggesting that it might not be such an apropos idea to close the place to honor King’s memory. I received a polite reply informing me that the closing was the result of a labor agreement, part of an arrangement, apparently, to assure that everyone would get a day off for King’s birthday. The DPL main library would be open on the 19th, its branches closed.

Anyone can understand wanting a day off, not a day on. I think it could be better managed; a skeleton staff could probably keep just about any library open; those reporting for duty could take off a day of their choice at a later date. No? Probably not. That would be too complicated. It might even, oh, of course it would—prompt some people to claim that not closing the libraries on this occasion would show “disrespect” to King’s memory.

I’d like to see MLK’s reaction, if he could know that libraries are closing in his name, and that volunteer work is being passed off as an inspired response to his message.

I think he would say that some people have missed the point.

By a mile or two.

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Coming Soon: I Hate Him! I Hate Him! I Hate Him! (In which Uncle Frank Struggles to Express His True Feelings About George W. Bush)

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Number 18:

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Number Eighteen
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Exploiting Experience:
Politician and Poet, Two of a Kind

A few mornings past I slogged downstairs at 5 a.m. I couldn’t sleep. I made a cup of instant, then sat on the couch in the living room with Dave the Cat. Dave snuggled up against my side and tucked his head under my arm. I turned on the TV and flipped around the cable news channels to see if it would be safe to go out that morning.

The George W. Bush World Trade Center ad came on, the one with actors pretending to be firefighters, pretending to be among the people that Bush pretended he would support when he pretended that his administration would be unstinting in its efforts to help New York City recover from the WTC attack.

There’s no pretense about the Bush Gang’s eagerness to retain and expand its power, or about using New York City and the memories and images of the WTC disaster to further the Liar-in-Chief’s ambitions to win, at last, a presidential election.

When asked why real firefighters didn’t appear in the ad, a Bush flak said it was because actors were cheaper and easier.

Well, sure. Everyone knows that the men and women who risk their lives running in and out of burning buildings are ‘way overpaid, anyhow. Why would a busy Bush operative want to waste time tracking down a couple of firefighters just for the sake of authenticity, and give the greedy schmucks an opportunity to make even more dough for easy work?

The Bush Gang is full of people pretending to be what they aren’t, so fake firefighters fit right into the scheme of things.

Nevertheless, many think the Bush WTC ad a little on the crass side. A little exploitative. A little vile. A little loathsome, base, opportunistic, crude, and cruel. Families of WTC victims, in particular, tend to moderation in their delight at the piece.

A Tale of Two Ads

Out on an errand at lunch, I made the mistake of turning on the car radio. I punched the button for WJR from Detroit, long ago one of the nation’s great mainstream radio stations. WJR once relied on home-grown talent and a community focus; now it serves as a brainless relay station for the likes of the ineffable Laura Schlessinger and America’s favorite junkie, Rush Limbaugh.

I caught Limbaugh in mid-guffaw.  He was roaring in amusement over some pathetic guest’s contention that John Kerry’s Vietnam-based ads are qualitatively different from Bush’s WTC exploitation trip.

This is the standard Righty line on the ad flap: Bush’s use of World Trade Center imagery is the same as Kerry’s use of Vietnam imagery. What’s your problem, huh?

The problem is that it isn’t true. Kerry’s ‘Nam ads exploit his own direct experience, and capitalize on his own heroics. Bush’s WTC ad exploits other people’s experience, and attempts to capitalize on other people’s heroism and suffering. Kerry takes credit for what he himself did; Bush takes credit for what others did.

One would think that even Rush Limbaugh would be able to see that. Maybe the Oxycontin’s effects linger longer than we previously thought.

The ad flap reminded me of a line I came across in Nietzsche many years ago. Most of what Nietzsche wrote leaves Uncle Frank baffled, but this statement came through loud and clear: “Poets treat their experiences shamelessly: They exploit them.”

Politicians do the same thing. But at least those with a shred of integrity exploit their own experience. Unlike George W. Bush, they don’t appropriate someone else’s as though they had a peremptory right to it.

Still Coming Soon: I Hate Him! I Hate Him! I Hate Him! (In which Uncle Frank Struggles to Express His True Feelings About George W. Bush)

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Number 19:

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Number Nineteen

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The Passion of the Crust: Uncle Frank Stays Home from the Movies

Have you seen Mel Gibson’s new movie? What’s the title… The Passion of the Crust? No, that’s the name I’m giving the pizza joint I’m opening soon. I’ve been a home-made pizza baker for decades. The secret to a good pizza is the crust, and the secret to the crust is the dough. The dough: It is risen! For Easter, we’ll be turning out pizzas in the shape of a cross.

     Yes, the Passion of the Crust will be a parlor of miracles. Bring in a gallon of water and we’ll turn it to wine for you while you wait for your order, and with a handful of breadsticks feed the hungry multitudes. With sauce, all things are possible.

     But back to the movies: The Passion of the Christ. That’s it, the one that gives happy viewers a chance to watch a gang of sadists beat the crap out of someone pretending to be Jesus for a couple of hours before killing him.

     This is someone’s idea of a good time? Not mine. I was there in 12th grade history class when someone brought in the 8 x 10 glossies of Mussolini and pals, photos taken after Il Duce’s former subjects vented their frustrations on their erstwhile leader. Very glossy, very up-close. Uncle Frank wanted to hurl. There are some things I don’t want to see, including Mussolini’s battered carcass and Mel’s latest movie, even if I know, in the case of the movie, that all the bloody details are just make-up and special effects.

Food for Gore, and We Don’t Mean Al

     What are we supposed to do, eat popcorn and Jujubes while savoring a long evening of mutilation?

     “Hey, Honey, get me the bucket-sized popcorn, would you? With extra butter? Torture always makes me hungry.”

     Saddam Hussein was the same way. Especially when the festivities took place outside. Outdoor air stimulates the appetite when the blood starts to fly.

     So I’ll skip the movie. The TV trailers have been sufficient to slake my taste for blood. I think I’ll stay home and watch something on Animal Planet.

     My aversion to this sacred carnage is clearly in the minority. Entire churches are arranging special showings of the film for faithful Christians seeking just a closer walk with Thee. Sorry, with Him. They’re a-thirsting to bathe in the Blood o’ the Lamb; they’re up for the vicarious misery of the Stations o’ the Cross, keen on the Crown o’ Thorns, ready to shed a tear for the precious heavenly Son o’ God, wracked and torn in his extremities, and everywhere else.

     Dang. Don’t it just make you feel… exalted?

     This is, I believe, the kind of phenomenon that led to that useful exhortation, “Get a life.”

Religious Doofuses

     Jesus, and I say that in apostrophe*, what a bunch of credulous doofuses we Americans are. We’re so overstuffed with grade-school religiosity that it oozes out our pores. We’re bloated with literalistic biblical twaddle; awash in superstitious flapdoodle; always eager to sign away our rational faculties for the promise of a harp and a cloud in the eternal firmament. How else is it possible to explain why that well-known nitwit, Pat (the Reverend) Robertson—who is on record as supporting the enlightened belief that dinosaurs and human beings once cohabited on the planet—appeared on the Fox network to offer his “thoughts” on Gibson’s film? How else is it possible to explain why NPR threw away valuable airtime on a lengthy discussion of this dumb flick?

     Hello out there: It’s a movie, fer chrissake. A movie! A length of film replicated many, many times to be shown systematically around the country for the explicit purpose of making money. That’s m-o-n-e-y. Do you think Mel is going to donate his profits to the Little Sisters of Misery’s annual pancake breakfast fund? With maybe some left over for the Lutheran Ladies’ Aide Thanksgiving mitten drive?

Not a Trace of Doubt in Their Minds

     According to 2001 Gallup polling, 45 percent of Americans consider themselves “born again.” In the same poll,  an astounding 63  percent of respondents  believe that religion can answer all or most of today’s problems. A like number, 63 percent, said that religion currently has too little presence in public schools.  But wait, there’s more:

     The Harris Poll (Feb. 26, 2003) found that 90 percent of Americans believe in God; 84 percent believe in the survival of the soul after death; 84 percent believe in miracles—they’re bringing their gallon water jugs to Passion of the Crust; 82 percent believe in Heaven, 31 percent in astrology, and 27 percent in reincarnation. Here’s a link to that depressing poll:

      http://www.harrisinteractive.com/harris_poll/index.asp?PID=359

      All of these beliefs are beyond testing. That’s what makes them “beliefs,” rather than knowledge. Like religious adherents in general, most Americans don’t want to know: They want to believe. And they do, regardless of anything resembling rational argument.

He’s Watching You, Too

      So here we are, Jesus fans: drifting through the endless maw of space, the rest of the universe rushing away from us at ever-increasing speed (for good reason, no doubt); convinced, believing, persuaded, that God in Heaven is so wonderfully interested in our inane, witless doings that He keeps His lidless eye trained on us, unblinking, even when we go to the bathroom. (Don’t bother to shut the door. It won’t help.) He’s always watching! He cares! The Good Lord won’t give you anything you can’t handle!

     Never mind that a tidal wave can wash a couple of hundred thousand innocent schmucks out to sea, as happened in the former East Pakistan in 1970, as though they were no more than sand fleas on a beach. Of course, they weren’t Christians, most of them; had they seen the Light o’ the World in time, God would no doubt have distributed life preservers. Or maybe would have directed the ocean’s force against some more deserving nation of pagan losers. God’s eye is on the sparrow, and on you, too! Be not afraid! All ya gots to do isbelieve, brothers and sisters!

Uncle Frank Believes

      Uncle Frank does. He believes we’re so afraid of what we don’t know that we’ll concoct and subscribe to any crackpot, untestable religious fantasy as long as it promises us an out, and gives us an excuse not to work for the truth.  He believes that humanity made God in its image: vain, jealous, petulant, violent, vindictive, arbitrary, cruel and irrational. That’s us. That’s our God. And “Christians” have made Jesus this sweet deity’s personal agent.

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Look at America’s true believers: making public policy in accord with religious principles; restricting on the grounds of supernatural dogma medical science—stem cell research, for example—that unfettered could hasten improved therapy for and prevention of a raft of hideous diseases; ranting and raving about the terrible threat of homosexual marriage on the basis of biblical interpretation; carrying on like lunatics over “liberal” judges’ “taking God out of the public schools”; trying to give an idiotic pseudo-science, creationism, equal time with the study of scientific evolution in high school biology classes; with their peculiar notion of God on their side, aspiring to deny  women the right to control what happens to their own bodies.

     And sniffing in disdain at the Taliban and other fundamentalist Muslims who base their laws on twisted interpretations of the Koran, and, with God as their co-pilot, fly hijacked airliners into tall buildings. Geez, what a buncha heathens. Meanwhile, religiously rapt Americans line up to wallow in Filmmeister Mel’s exercise in sadistic piety.

     Pass the pizza, Honey. Here comes the good part. You go, Jesus.

*Apostrophe: The direct address of an imaginary person.

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Number 20:

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Number Twenty

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Conventional Whizzdom: Fear Itself

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.
“Come on out of there, Uncle Frank! We know you’re in there!”
Muffled groans.
“Lemme alone.”
“You can’t hide any longer!”
“Go away. Just go away.”
“The terror alert’s off the charts!”
More groans. 
“I gave at the office. Go ask the Girl Scouts.”
“You’ve been in hiding too long, Uncle Frank!”

Stumbling into the Light

Sometimes it’s hard for Uncle Frank to stand up and be counted. Nevertheless, he hauls himself to his feet, lurches across the room, opens the door, and stands leaning against the jamb, one hand over his eyes. The room behind him is in disarray, the blinds closed, the curtains drawn. A discarded pizza carton lies on the floor, next to a half-consumed bottle of Rolling Rock. A television plays a test pattern.

“There’s too much light out here,” he says. “I was watching Fox, and right about the time Bill O’Reilly started telling me the spin stops here, something clicked off in my head. So I switched to CNN, but it was the same thing there. Blondes with big lips and tanned thighs laughing with the sports guy. Joking about Kerry.  So I switched over to MSNBC, and it was the same thing there, Chris Matthews hollering at someone. I turned on the local radio, and Sean Hannity was complaining about how the liberals run the media. I turned on C-SPAN, and sat there for half an hour watching an empty table with a microphone on it.”

Uncle Frank took his hand away from his eyes and blinked.

“Then Brian Lamb came on and conducted an entire interview without moving his mouth. It was weird. Too weird. I turned back to CNN, and George W. was trying to talk. ‘Listen,’ he said, so I listened, but he didn’t say anything except ‘gonna’ and ‘uh,’ so I went to bed and stayed there. Jesus. I’d rather readMallard Fillmore* than follow this crap-ola.”

Conventional Spawn of Satan!

Who can blame Uncle Frank for hiding under the covers? He feels dreadful about it, but he’s working hard to bring himself back to a semblance of citizenship. To borrow from the Bushian lexicon of lucidity, he’s, uh, listen, he’s gonna wok the vote.

That’s right: If you donno know how to do it, he’ll show you how to wok the vote.

(That’s fer you old timers out there who remember Rufus Thomas.)

But after all this, nothing gets Uncle Frank up and at ‘em like a purported insult from the ever-hilarious Ann Coulter. You’ve probably seen the news of her brief, fleeting employment by USA Today. USAT hired her to furnish her uniquely partial and imbalanced brand of commentary on the Democratic convention. She wrote one column, and got canned. How’s come? She opened her piece by referring to the gathering in Boston as “the Spawn of Satan convention.” Really. Check it out:

http://www.anncoulter.com/columns/2004/072604p.htm

The USAT editors thought that was going a bit far, so they dumped her. Awww, shucks. If Joe McCarthy could see her now.

Frankly, Uncle Frank, a liberal-progressive-godless-socialist Democrat, is flattered to know that he stands lumped with the Spawn of Satan, in AC’s purported worldview. He considers it a badge of honor.

But poor Ann: How can any thinking person take her seriously? Does anyone believe that she believes what she says? Surely no woman in her right mind could subscribe to the assertions Coulter utters. Assuming that neither Fox News nor USA Today hires people not in their right minds, then only one conclusion remains: Ann Coulter says what she says for money. What a fresh concept! She knows the clientele, and bends to meet their tastes, regardless of her own.

There’s a word for such behavior, but we won’t use it here.

A Little Trick with Old Nick

So dear Ann did not enjoy the Democratic convention all that much. Too bad. Uncle Frank found it occasionally agreeable, Spawn o’ Satan type that he is. He’s looking forward to the Republi-cant convention, too, when—to follow through on Ann’s alliterative attack—the Bastards of Beelzebub will bask in the bosom of fear in New York City.

How many times between now and the Repub-fest do you think the Bush Gang will ramp up the terror alert level? (And, of course, Howard Dean is taking heat for suggesting that just maybe the elevated alert has some fuzzy link, maybe, to the Bush Gang’s ambition to deflect attention from Kerry, and to stoke a gullible public’s anxiety about changing commanders in the middle of a war.)  Today the malefactors are targeting financial centers; what will it be tomorrow? As one threat segues into another, who will pay attention, even if, for a change, the fear-mongers accidentally tell the truth?

Remember Attorney General Lord o’ the Flies Ashcroft’s excited announcement a month or so ago that the authorities had tracked down a terrorist plot to destroy a major shopping center? The “terrorist” nabbed in this operation is apparently a delusional headcase, with neither tools nor a plan to carry out his “attack.” Haven’t heard much about this guy lately, have we? Or about what a breakthrough in the famous War on Terror his indictment represents. “No specific mall was targeted,” reported CBS News in the following June 16 story. “No explosives were in hand. And it is unclear that the alleged terrorist had the wherewithal to do it.”

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/06/14/terror/main622950.shtml

Who needs objective evidence when it’s so easy to wave the flag of fear? George W: He da man. He’s out there trying to scare you out of your vote, this clueless, lazy, dimwitted, tongue-tied tool of the Cheney-Wolfowitz-Rumsfeld-Perle neocon cabal, with nothing to sell but fear itself.

Uncle Frank don’t buy it, pardner. Don’t you, either. It’s poison.

*Mallard Fillmore, by Bruce Tinsley, conceivably the unfunniest comic strip in the history of the universe, not excluding Nancy or Family Circus. Uncle Frank reads it daily in hopes of discerning a subtle and revealing intelligence within its ostensibly, and perhaps deliberately, cretinous comedy. You think I’m exaggerating? Look and see:  http://www.kingfeatures.com/features/comics/mallard/about.htm

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Number 21:

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Number Twenty-one

Glory Days:
Boy George as High-School Jerk

“Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.”   George W. Bush, Aug. 5, 2004

Is there a Freudian in the house?

     Any practitioner of the classical psychiatric trade would find a world of revelation in the Weasel-in-Chief’s most egregious slip of the tongue. From a man who has wistfully remarked on the advantages he would enjoy as dictator* of the United States, assurances that he is doing his best to wreck the country are surprising only to the extent that they are so public. What, one wonders, has George W. Bush said in private that, given the light of day, would turn even a few of his loyalists against him?

     George W reminds me vividly of an old high school classmate, whom I’ll call Ron Clark. (If your name is Ron Clark, I’m not speaking of you; I’m talking about someone else.) Ron Clark epitomized the worst of high-school snot-nosery, clubbiness, jock-jerkery, and contempt for those not favored with election to the ruling circle of adolescent rotarianism.

     Ron was a starting guard on the basketball team, a position of such regal and rarified influence that it infected his gait with a perpetual loping swagger, and his lip with a curling expression of condescension toward his inferiors. His inferiors included everyone, particularly males, not a part of the above ruling circle, and many who occupied it.

Rights of the Nobility

     To all appearances, Ron believed that his transient success with a basketball imbued him with certain inalienable rights, chief among them the right to act like a complete baboon’s ass, and to get away with it.

     Ron was a naked cheat. During closed-book exams in our European history class, presided over by a not terribly alert instructor, Ron sat at his desk in the back of the room with his book open in his lap, looking up the answers. Not a student in the room didn’t know that Ron was cheating, but no one said a word to the instructor.

     You don’t rat out the starting guard on the basketball team; not unless you’re eager to make the ordinary misery of high-school life all that much more unpleasant. Ron smirked and mugged and cheated his way through class, confident that no one had the guts to call him on it. As far as I know, no one did. I sure didn’t.

     Ron employed an entourage of not-very bright but well-muscled sycophants who were adept at intimidating anyone Ron found an annoyance. Ron didn’t have to do his own dirty work—except the dirty work that gave him special pleasure. Like aspiring fascists everywhere, Ron found his favorite targets in those with unusual physical characteristics. He considered it the height of good fun to call mocking attention to some classmate’s awkwardness, acne, dumpy clothes, crooked teeth, overweight, large ears, or other distinguishing marks of a superficial and meaningless nature. His taste for torment was unquenchable, and he had a deadly ability to home in on his victim’s most vulnerable point.

A Shared Expression

     I hated the guy. He seldom directly bothered me, but I hated watching him pull his bullying, mean, dishonest, arrogant, smug act, day after day, and—as far as I ever knew—never pay any consequences for it. That smug expression of which George W is a master is the same one that settled on Ron Clark’s face whenever he asserted his nasty notion of superiority in the face of some hapless classmate, left writhing in humiliation before Ron’s appreciative, or at the least, acquiescent, audience.

     I saw Ron Clark in George W. Bush the first time I watched Boy George on television. The difference between the two is that Ron Clark was a passable high-school basketball player. George W. Bush has never been good at anything, except selecting a family in which to be born. True, he operates at a level of sophistication well beyond Ron Clark’s. Instead of a couple of broad-knuckled toughs at his side, he relies on thugs like John Ashcroft, Dick Cheney, and Antonin Scalia to carry his message to the people.

     But no matter. The essence of Ron is the essence of W: the condescension, the assumed superiority, the pleasure in pushing people around, the pure contempt for those who do not kowtow to his eminence, or who struggle to survive materially in a world in which he has never known the meaning of real struggle.

Careers Different in Scale, but the Same in Nature

     Ron Clark, I trust, went on to a career of small things: stealing from his employer, perhaps, or cheating his customers, or both; abusing his wife, beating his kids, borrowing money from friends and not repaying it. If he lives yet, he is well into middle age, and no longer a prince of the basketball court. It is unlikely that any audience applauds him, or that any retinue of hangers-on hoping to benefit from his reflected fame is willing to do his dirty work for him. Ron Clark is, I have no doubt, little more than one more pathetic has-been whose glory days ended with his high-school graduation.

     By any measure of justice, that should have been George W’s fate. Instead, this prissy, sanctimonious bully occupies the most powerful office on the planet, and devotes himself, as he says, to thinking of new ways “to harm our country and our people.”

     I never believed anything Ron Clark said, but this is one statement from Boy George that I think I shall take at face value.

*http://www.newsgateway.ca/bush_dictator.htm

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Creating Their Own Reality


The Bush Gang, however, consists of true believers who will never accept objective reality that does not correspond to their preconceptions or their fantasies.


I had a less than delightful telephone conversation with a professor while I was working the reference desk yesterday. It reminded me of the remark journalist Ron Suskind recently attributed to a Bush Gang functionary critical of the way Suskind and his reportorial ilk see the world. “We’re an empire now,” the funk said, “and when we act, we create our own reality.”

     The prof at our branch campus had discovered that she could not obtain online access to a number of journals available to faculty through the main library’s electronic roster at our mother campus. There is a simple explanation for this fact: The two libraries are essentially separate in their administrations and budgets. What one buys or subscribes to, the other does not own. The central campus has far greater financial resources than the branch, and can offer reams of resources that the branch cannot.

     I attempted to explain this routine economic reality to the prof. I said that vendor contracts sometimes make it impossible for the central campus to offer the resources in question to the branch without the branch coughing up prohibitive compensation. Vendors can be funny that way: They tend to insist that they get paid for what they offer.

     The prof was not moved. She insisted that it was illogical for her not to have access to all the resources offered to central campus library users. Again, I tried to tell her—I did, in fact, tell her—that sometimes, in spite of the central campus library’s best efforts on our behalf to bring us in on its coat-tails, the vendor nixes our access.

     This line of explanation went nowhere with her. I may as well have recited Lewis Carroll’s poem “Jabberwocky” (which, by the way, I can do, if anyone cares to hear it). Or, I could have related the starting line-up of the 1968 Detroit Tigers. Or nonsense syllables. It would have all been the same to her, because she knew what she wanted, and at that moment no information that ran counter to her desires could dent her firm view of the situation.

     She was busy creating her own reality, a reality in which she had equal rights with her faculty colleagues on another campus, regardless of objective fact. I was simply an obstructionist annoyance seeking to deny her these rights.

All Mimsy Are the Borogroves

     Those who follow the create-your-own-reality school carry an impenetrable shield around their heads. No fact that does not correspond to their wishes and their preconceptions can filter through to sully the pure fantasy that composes their view of the world. We have seen this phenomenon demonstrated time and again by the Bush Gangsters, their media shills, and by ordinary citizens who ought to know better.

     Last night I briefly watched a shouting-heads debate on CNN among several characteristically loud-mouthed participants, right and left. During the generally moronic exchange, some radio talk show host of whom I had never heard—and I can’t remember his name—asserted that the 380 tons of high explosives this week reported stolen from an Iraqi munitions dump were, in fact, “weapons of mass destruction.”

     Say what? WMDs are nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons. They are not conventional explosives, whether the convention is black powder, dynamite, or plastic. No matter: It suited radio talkguy’s forensic purposes to characterize the stolen munitions as WMDs. See? Saddam really did have WMDs, so the U.S. invasion of Iraq took place on sound principles.

     There is no fact-based argument that can contend with the reasoning advanced by those who create their own reality. Facts are irrelevant to them. What is, is what they imagine. If objective reality does not conform to their vision, no problem: They insist that the reality is something else, and proceed as if it were.

That’s Nuts. N-u-t-z, Nuts.

     Ladies and gentlemen, these people are crazy. I mean that literally. They are absolutely, stark, raving insane. They are also far more dangerous than a university professor honked off over being denied a privilege she believes (nay,knows) is her right, mere fact notwithstanding.

     I am confident that the distressed prof will eventually accept the objective reality of her condition and find ways to work through it. I do not think that she is crazy. Under pressure to research and publish, she has simply given herself up to a temporary indulgence in the product of wishful thinking compounded with a dose of self-righteousness. She’ll get over it.

     The Bush Gang, however, consists of true believers who will never accept objective reality that does not correspond to their preconceptions or their fantasies. As with the lunatics of fanatical Islam, or any other pathological worldview, the world they see is one that they manufacture between their own ears. There is no arguing or reasoning with those who create their own reality. There is only hope that one can either get out of their demented path, or deny them the power to follow it.

     This coming Tuesday, Uncle Frank is going to cast his vote hoping to achieve the second option. He hopes that you will join him, and help drive the madmen from the White House.

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Number 23:

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Darker than Black:
The Pod People Prevail
2004election

And next election, we can just cut to the chase with a proposal that would require all gays to be tattooed with identifying marks on their foreheads. Or maybe they could be forced to wear pink triangles. There’s an idea for you: Someone should try that.


They look like Americans, but they’re not.

     Not any more, they aren’t. Like the victims of the aliens in Jack Finney’s classic science fiction novel The Body Snatchers, the majority of the American voting public has willingly exchanged its soul for the empty promises of happiness and security proffered by a malignant entity. This entity’s only true objective, like that of Finney’s space invaders, is the expansion of its own power.

     Playing expertly on popular fears and prejudice, relentlessly feeding and stroking the worst attributes of the electorate, the Bush Gang has succeeded in overturning FDR’s noble maxim. They only thing they have to count on is fear itself, and the count came out in their favor.

     My wife and I bought a couple of bottles of Fin du Monde ale the day before the election. For those of you who have sworn off French, that’s “End of the World” ale. We thought it would be a fit beverage for watching the returns. When yesterday evening came, however, we could not bring ourselves to watch. Our gut feeling was that ugliness was afoot. We would not willingly watch it. We went to bed early, the ale untouched.

Looking Bad; Looking Worse

     I tossed and turned, and had bad dreams. At 2:30 a.m., I went downstairs and turned on CNN. Things looked bad. I turned it off, went back to bed, and resumed tossing and turning. At 5:30, I got up and returned to CNN. Things looked worse. Things looked ugly.

     Many years ago I knew a librarian, a head cataloger, who had a bit of a temper on her. On the occasions when she stormed into the periodicals office where I worked as a clerk, we minions did our best to assume poses of subordinate invisibility. She would yank open a drawer in the periodical cardex, glower, and slam the drawer shut again.

     “Shithell&damn!” she would say, and stomp out of the room. She uttered  her trio of  expletives as though they composed a single word. It was one of her favorites. In her memory, I uttered it shortly after 5:30 this morning. It helped, a little, but not much.

     In this election, the only value that finally counted was fear: fear of foreigners, fear of alien religion, and fear of gays. Nothing can stand up to fear when the “leader” urges his followers to be even more afraid than they already are, and convinces them that only he can protect them from the things they fear. Everything else—the environment, the economy, personal health, civil liberties, democracy in America, you name it—is  beside the point. Recognition of this fact, and action on it, gave the Bush campaign an evil brilliance. No appeal to reason could stand up to the fear it sowed.

Fear Factors

     The so-called war on terror, of course, was fear-factor number one. Bush exploited it zealously, but fear of homosexuality appears to have come in a close second. Bush’s remorseless posturing over a constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage helped encourage voters in 10 states to approve discriminatory proposals in that vein. Here in Michigan, fearful voters enshrined bigotry in the Michigan constitution. Our proposal’s marvelously vague language can be read to outlaw not only same-sex marriage, but civil unions and health benefits for the same-sex partners of public employees.

     This proud step forward in the annals of our state’s civil rights is the work of ever-energetic “Christians,” led by that happy redoubt of sexual enlightenment, the Catholic Church. The Church, oh precious Jesus, believed that constitutionally-sanctified bigotry would be a swell way to assure the propagation of home, family, zygotes, and all that.

     Oh, there’s celebration in Heaven, now. The cherubim are dancing in glee around God’s foot-stool. And next election, we can just cut to the chase with a proposal that would require all gays to be tattooed with identifying marks on their foreheads. Or maybe they could be forced to wear pink triangles. There’s an idea for you: Someone should try that.

Darker than Black

      The only potentially positive outcome residing in this debacle is that it enhances the possibility that the Bush Gang, like the Nixon administration, will have to face the consequences of its corruption and venality while still in office. Justice couldn’t strike a more deserving bunch—but with the nation tripping over its own feet in its rush to embrace a uniquely American fascism, what are the chances of the public’s showing any sustained interest in holding these crooks and con artists to accounts?

     Who cares about truth and justice when one is busy being afraid? Afraid of foreigners, afraid of other people’s religion, afraid of other countries--(“France is our enemy!”)—afraid of gays, afraid of anyone who isn’t like us.

     I have a clue for these folks: Uncle Frank isn’t like them.

     Neither are many others. One of my librarian colleagues came into my office this morning so distressed about the election that he had tears in his eyes and could barely talk. Another came to work dressed all in black. “If I’d had anything darker than black, I would have worn it,” she said.

     The pod people have spoken.

     Shithell&damn.

     That about covers it, don’t you think?

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Mourning in America:
Uncle Frank Deals with It, Sort Of

So Uncle Frank was lyin’ awake at 4 a.m. today, thinkin’ about the goddamn war. Turn over this way, turn over that way, it’s still there, like a cold wet spot on the sheet. Sleep is impossible. Get up, pull on some socks, go downstairs, turn on the television. There’s the CNN insomniac-hour anchor, lookin’ like she’s about 23 years old, unlined, perky, perfectly made up, eyes the size o’ saucers glowing in her unwrinkled, flawless face.

     Christ. I don’t want perky, perfect and unwrinkled at 4 a.m. I want to see a news anchor who reflects my own perspective of the moment: aggravated, haggard, and disheveled. I want someone, I don’t care whether it’s a man or a woman, whose appearance and tone match the gruesome, inhuman stories oozing out of the tube. I want someone with a suitable scowl, a whiskey & cigarettes rasp, and a big cup of coffee from which he (or she) takes regular long drinks, preferably in the middle of a sentence.

     At 4 a.m. I want to see a newscaster who looks like he’d just as soon stomp on my instep as read me the news. Remember Hughes Rudd? He did the morning news on CBS back in the ‘70s, and was just about right for the job. He usually managed to sound as though he thought everything he was reading was nothing more than part of the tracking record of a crazed species committed to self-destruction. Which, one suspects, it was.

     The war, the splendid little war. It won’t go away.

     How do you deal with it? Do you sign on with the yellow-ribbon support-our-troops brigade? What does that mean? Cheer and shout as they’re sent off to be blown up and maimed to feed the idiot-in-chief’s delusional claptrap about freedom being “on the march”?

     You can try to ignore it, repress it, deny it, look the other way. You try that. It won’t work The war’s enormity will blindside you at bad times.

Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Bad

     Like when you’re driving. On the way to work a few days ago, I was listening to a good interview with my old favorite, John Fogarty. He sounded relaxed and in good spirits, talking about his first CD in several years, “Déjà Vu All Over Again.” He gives a fascinating account of the nearly mystical way in which the title song came to him, and it’s worth a visit to the NPR site to hear his interview with Scott Simon: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4178668

     “Déjà vu” is a powerful antiwar song, made doubly so by the grief and weariness that mark it throughout. This is no political rant, but a deeply humane, soulful response to Fogarty’s terrible sense, as he wrote the song, that we were about to do the same damned thing, all over again, that we did in our gloriously stupid exercise in Vietnam. “The song is about the sorrow and utter waste of war,” says Fogarty in the interview, “especially the effect on families.” Yup:

     Day by day we count the dead and dyin’

     Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score…

     Day after day, another mama’s cryin’

     She’s lost her precious child to a war that has no end…

     It’s like déjà vu all over again

96 Tears (Or Thereabouts)

I started getting glum as soon as the song began; when the line about “mama’s cryin’” came, I started sobbing. I  blubbered my way along the freeway until the song ended. I do not recommend this as a good way to drive in heavy traffic. The tears blur up your vision, and your attention wanders while you’re trying to find something for nose-blowing purposes. I finally found a napkin left over from a McDonald’s drive-by. Drive-through. Whatever.

     I thought, Jesus, where did this reaction come from?  But I knew: It’s been there all along. About as well as anyone else, I can intellectualize the whole wretched business, and keep the tears at bay. It’s more acceptable in red-blooded America to express anger than grief, and sometimes anger is the right emotion—but sometimes, you just gotta cry.

     Today, in my office, I went to the NPR site and found a link to “Déjà vu.” I played it, and had the same reaction.

     Hey, Uncle Frank! How come you cryin’ in your office?

     Can’t help it, Pardner. There are just too many mamas’ precious children dying for nothing but a fool’s fantasy to do otherwise.


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Number 25:

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So Let Her Die, Already


Terry Schiavo is dead. That’s D-E-A-D. Let her corporeal package follow her spirit into death. Do not humiliate the memory of her person by using her body for ideological profit. Do not be so squalid. In the Schiavo case, we are watching a hideous, blasphemous obscenity perpetrated by fools and con artists.


Uncle Frank just got back from the dark side of the moon. He was working on a book, to the exclusion of most normal activities, including reading the news and carrying on about it here. He sent off the manuscript a few days ago, and can now return to the joys of the world as we know it. Lucky lad!

     His first question on rejoining the multitudes: “How’s the war going?” He likes to ask the obvious questions. You can check out of the human scene for any length of time, and assume on your welcome back that some war is going on, somewhere.

     His next question: “What the hell are those morons in Congress doing getting involved in the Terri Schiavo case?”

     I’ll tell you what: They’re busy demonstrating their firm commitment to egregious moral posturing, because they know the nation’s religious rubes can’t tell the difference between good faith and blatant cynicism. The occasional rite-to-lifer who can tell the difference doesn’t care, because in the purely Machiavellian world of American fetal fetishists, the only thing that counts is securing the objective, by any means necessary.

     (Hmm. That last phrase has an odd echo, does it not? But let’s leave that for another outing.)

Look, Dick, Look: See the Living Corpse

     The fetishists know that a legal decision keeping TS on the tubes (feeding and cathode ray both) will enhance their arguments on behalf of Dick and Jane Zygote. “Life” being “sacred,” and all that, you know. Except for the thousands of innocents that these same heavy thinkers countenance being annihilated in places like Iraq, but why look for consistency?

     Schiavo is dead. Oh, sure, her autonomic nervous system chugs on, but the person she was has been dead for years, and, the fantasies of her fan club notwithstanding, she ain’t comin’ back. I saw one of her family members on TV recently; according to his quaint, unutterably selfish point of view, TS is merely “disabled,” and can “improve” with “therapy.”

     Damn right she’s disabled. You can’t get much more disabled than suffering massive, irreversible brain damage. The conflux of organ and spirit that once made TS the person she was is gone with the wind, over the hills and far away, hi-yo Silver. Schiavo no longer exists. All that’s left is a jointed apparatus, once useful for the late TS to get around in, but now naught but an inadvertently-animated sack of bone and meat suitable for nothing but exploitation by the idiotic (the rite-to-life dreamers), the terminally cynical (those conscienceless creeps in Congress), and ghouls like Larry King “Live,” who just can’t show enough clips of TS’s mindless body lolling on its hospital bed, grinning its empty, meaningless grin, staring its empty, awful stare.

     If this sight does not make you want to scream in rage at the grotesque manner in which this woman’s remains are being exploited and insulted, you have a thicker skin than Uncle Frank.

See Spot Twitch

     Would you treat the body of your dog or cat the way those responsible are treating TS’s remains? Put the gaping, twitching, blindly-staring carcass on display for the sick voyeurs of Larry King and for the sentimental, readily-duped practitioners of “faith” (Oh, yes: She’ll “improve” with “therapy.” As they say in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in response to an assertion beyond blivethood: “You betcha, eh?”). Would you treat Fluffy’s or Spot’s mortal remains thus so that truly loathsome men and women in Washington could use the ghastly images to help assure their reelection?

     You would not treat Fluffy or Spot this way. You would say, “That’s sick, Uncle Frank. I would never do that. It’s worse than sick. It’s evil!”

     And you’d be right.

     Is there, at long last, no decency left in this nation? Are Americans so morally and politically depraved that they are willing to stand back and watch their elected “leaders” and the self-congratulating religious pious make a corpse dance in public like a marionette for the sake of advancing their personal agendas?

That’s Dead. Dead. Dead. Deal with It.

     My mother died eight years ago this month. She died in peace and privacy, in her own bed at home, with my father at her side. Her dying image did not appear on CNN. Her life could have been prolonged, for a limited time, by the insertion of a feeding tube. To what end? A more protracted coma? For what purpose? So that the people who cared for her would not have to grow up and let go, not have to acknowledge that death has its day, always, for everyone?

     Terry Schiavo is dead. That’s D-E-A-D. Let her corporeal package follow her spirit into death. Do not humiliate the memory of her person by using her body for ideological profit. Do not be so squalid. In the Schiavo case, we are watching a hideous, blasphemous obscenity perpetrated by fools and con artists.

     Stop it. Please stop it. Stop it before Uncle Frank has to go back to the dark side of the moon—not to work on a book, but because he just can’t stand to watch this shit no more.

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Number 26:

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Book Awards and the Best Writers of Their Generation:

Too Many of Both


I don’t know what won. Or who won. I don’t care. And it doesn’t matter. . . How can it matter, when in a nation that cranks out close to 10,000 works of fiction every year, the judges who pick the NBA winner for fiction read a few hundred such works in their grueling struggle to find the most deserving?


It takes Uncle Frank some time to get around to chewing on a topic publicly, now and then. He likes to gnaw on it in private, like a dog with a rawhide bone, then, when the thing is good and droolish, he hauls it into the living room and drops it at your feet. Ick.

     He’s been gnawing at the notion of book awards for a long time, and not just book awards, but the whole business of book reviews.

     Not to pick on the National Book Awards, which surely are not much dumber than the rest, but the last go-‘round in the NBA fiction award battle was pretty characteristic of the whole enterprise of giving awards to writers for their books.

     As you’ll recall, the selection of the five finalists for the award raised a ruckus owing to their geographic, sexual, and commercial uniformity. The five favored litterateurs were all women, all from New York City, and none of them, I think, had cracked 3,000 copies sold of her belovedly brilliant-but-obscure book.

     The worst of these categories is the geographical. The American book biz has been provincial forever, with New York City and Boston the hubs of writing, publishing, reviewing, and reflection on those three activities. These are the “National” book awards? What kind of “national” perspective derives from drawing all your finalists from the same big city?

Oh, Desolation!

In a larger sense, though, so what? Once one recognizes that the National Book Awards ritual is basically nonsensical, it is impossible to care what gets nominated, or what wins. I don’t know what won. Or who won. I don’t care. And it doesn’t matter. (Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels: “I don’t know, I don’t care, and it doesn’t matter anyway.”) How can it matter, when in a nation that cranks out close to 10,000 works of fiction every year, the judges who pick the NBA winner for fiction read a few hundred such works in their grueling struggle to find the most deserving?

     That’s what they do, and then announce the one work of fiction published in the United States in a given year that really, really deserves honor above all the rest.

     Please: Is anyone willing to join Uncle Frank in calling this practice idiotic? Vast reams of fiction, ranging from hideous to magnificent, roll across the country every year. Most of it, regardless of its merit, disappears from view without a whimper. The National Book Award judges are oblivious of it. Is it conceivable that maybe, just maybe, somewhere in the 9,000 books they didn’t read, there might be one just a hair better than the one they decided is the cream o’ the crop?

     Oh, I think so. Now, if the judges openly admitted that they haven’t a clue as to what the best book in the country is, but are picking one they pretty much like to sort of represent all the deserving, and maybe more deserving, books that neither they nor 99.99 percent of the reading public will ever scrutinize, that would be tolerable, maybe. But they don’t do that: They act as though they know what they’re talking about when they make their choices.

     They don’t know what they’re talking about. Statistical reality guarantees it. They should be embarrassed to pretend that they do know.

     But please, don’t let me pick on the National Book Award judges. They’re no worse offenders in this vein than other award awarders, or book reviewers, either. In the New York Times Book Review of November 14, the lead review on Alice Munro’s Runaway said that she “has a strong claim to being the best fiction writer now working in North America.”

Pass Me the Doritos

What? What is the reviewer saying? How can he possibly make such a preposterous, uninformed assertion? Oh, I’m sorry: He has read the other many thousands of books published in the past year, and the year before that, and before that. He has also found a way to read all the manuscripts completed but never submitted to publishers, for whatever reason, that are languishing in the bottom drawers of writers of whom we know nothing, but whose labor over their books they probably considered “working” while they were engaged in it, rather than watching TV or sleeping or eating nacho cheese Doritos and drinking beer and watching squirrels run around the back yard—all of which are probably more worthwhile pursuits than picking book award winners.

       The world is just full of people who want to tell you what’s the best, and what isn’t worth your time. Remember when would-be cultural dictator Harold Bloom worked himself into a stupid snit over Stephen King’s nabbing a National Book Foundation medal for “Distinguished Contribution to American Letters”? Bloom thinks King is a low-rent hack.

      Which must explain why Bloom once edited a collection of criticism on King with the imaginative title, Stephen King (Chelsea House, 1998). Bloom’s introduction to the collection is marvelously patronizing. He obviously despises King’s writing, as he apparently does most of the reading public. King is symptomatic of the Decline o’ the West, blah blah blah. Not that the Bloomster is above cranking out a book to capitalize on King’s popularity, but hey, he doesn’t have to like it while he’s doing it. If you read his intro, you’ll swear that he was grinding his teeth throughout the wretched ordeal.

Blooming Poseurs

     Bloom and the National Book Awards are all part of the same kultural stew that brings us every pompous “critic’s” estimation of what the good stuff really is. Want a little pointless entertainment? Look in online databases and search engines for phrases like “best writer working,” “best writer at work,” and “best writer in America.” You’ll be surprised how many best writers there are. I fooled around with this sort of searching a while back. Here’s some of what I found. Why don’t you just kick off your shoes for a barefoot romp through the best writers in America?

     Jerry Sullivan, in the Buffalo News (March 3, 2002), thinks that Andre Dubus is maybe “the best American writer of his generation, period.”

     Keith Pandolfi, of the Times-Picayune (Feb. 10, 2002), says that Richard Ford “is arguably the best American writer working.”

     According to Rheta Grimsley Johnson in the Atlanta Constitution (July 21, 1999), Walker Percy is “possibly the best American writer of the 20th century.”

     But Jim Coyle (Toronto Star, May 10, 2001) says that “The best writer working in English today is Tom Wappel.”

    Cal Thomas (urp!) contends that Martha Williamson is “the best writer working in television” in his syndicated blovation published in the Grand Rapids Press, July 23, 1999.

     On the other hand, Jamie Portman reported a month earlier in the Vancouver Sun (June 25, 1999), that actor Rob Lowe considers Aaron Sorking “the best writer working in any medium today.” Does that include pastels and charcoal?

     A year earlier (May 1, 1998), Ted Cox, of the Arlington Heights, IL, Daily Herald, claimed that Darin Morgan is “the best writer working in television.” Maybe Morgan, Sorking, and Williamson could slug it out for the championship belt in a WWF extravaganza.

     It goes on. The “best writer in America” was, according to Greil Marcus, the late Lester Bangs, wrote Nicholas Lezard in The Guardian (Sept. 6, 2003). I’ve always admired Marcus, and used to laugh myself silly over Bangs, but really…

     Jonathan Franzen “is just about the best writer in America now,” says Maya Even, according to Rebecca Rose in the Financial Times (June 21, 2003).

     In the Washington Times (June 18, 2000), Ronald Radosh reports that Nat Hentoff considers Norman Mailer “the best writer in America.”

     Annie Proulx is “maybe the best writer in America,” says David Thompson ofThe Independent (London), May 30, 1999.

     Apparently Proulx has eclipsed Thomas Williams, whom Stephen King declared “the best writer in America,” according to Joseph Coates in the Chicago Tribune, back on May 24, 1992.

     Alice Munro (yup, her again) beats ‘em all, of course, because she is “the best writer working today,” in the opinion of Lily Thayer in the Citypaperonline, Dec. 19, 2001.

     Unless, as John Leonard argues, “the best writer working in America today” is Toni Morrison (cited in Books for the Journey Toward Wholeness, Unitarian Universalist Association, May, 2002).

     According to www.readings.org, The San Francisco Examiner has called Tim O’Brien the “best American writer of his generation.” Actually, I think it was more likely someone working for the Examiner who said that. I don’t think theExaminer has ever said anything. Newspapers don’t talk.

I’m almost done… two more:

     Lorrie Moore is “the best American writer of her generation,” according to Nick Horby in the Sunday Times (London), as quoted in www.fairfieldweekly.com. Yeah? Better keep her away from Tim O’Brien.

    And finally, someone in Vanity Fair said that Nicholson Baker is “the best American writer of his generation.” That was quoted in Rare Book Review, www.rarebookreview.com. Keep him away from O’Brien and Moore, unless you want to see blood on the walls.

Boy, there sure are a lot of best writers, aren’t there? Makes you kind of want to drop your pen, unplug your word processor, and go out in the back yard and feed the worms. I mean, if all these people are the best, what’s a shmuck like you doing thinking you have a right to intrude on their turf by composing so much as a grocery list?

     The one thing that all these bestowers of “the best” have in common, of course, is that they, like the book award awardsters, don’t know what they’re talking about. But it sure makes you sound pretty smart to announce to the world that you know what “the best” is, huh?

     Let’s make a deal: If you read a book that you really like, tell us about it. If you read a book that you really hate that you think deserves attention because of the threat it poses civilization through its badness, tell us about it. But don’t tell us that the good book is the “best,” or that the bad book is the “worst.” You don’t know. I don’t know. Uncle Frank doesn’t know.

And it doesn’t matter, anyway.

Uncle Frank's Diary Home
June 18, 2014

Number 27:

Uncle Frank's Diary
Number Twenty-seven

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Bad Books! Bad, Bad Books!

(Conservative “Scholars” Reveal the Worst)

If the panoply of human folly and stupidity does not occasionally leave you weak in the knees, longing for the company of animals, you cannot be living in the same world that I am. It is possible, sometimes, to carry on more rational exchanges, and achieve more constructive results, with a dog or a cat than with the members of one’s own species.

Oh, Them Awful Books!

Consider, for example, the recent announcement by that redoubt of Righteousness, Human Events Online (www.humaneventsonline.com/), regarding the “Ten Most Harmful Books of the 19th and 20th Centuries.” This exercise in literary dopiness (its similarly-dopey companion is “10 Books Every Student Should Read in College”), aims to identify the books that have wrought the most havoc in the period in question. The list was compiled by “conservative scholars” and “public policy leaders.”

Is it worth anyone’s time to dwell on the titles that these “scholars” and “policy leaders” find so dangerous? No. Why would you care what these people think? Consider the individuals on whom Human Events relies for fodder:

  • “Family values” gangster and “Christian” activist Gary Bauer
  • That prominent model of conservative temperance and dignity, Ann Coulter
  • The Moonies’ own newspaper, the Washington Times
  • Fox “News” blowhard, Bill “Shut Up!” O’Reilly
  • Phyllis “Back to the Kitchen” Schlafly
  • and that peerless pillar of journalistic integrity and courage, Robert Novak
I mean, really: Would the opinions of people who trade what passes for thought with the likes of such folk be likely to stimulate your desire to know the content of conversations between said individuals? If you saw Bauer standing on a street corner engaged in chit-chat with Coulter, would you want to run up to them and listen in?

I thought not. So why would you care what books their like-minded pals—I’m sorry, their “policy leaders”—think are bad, bad, bad books?

Free, Affluent, and Living Out of a Shopping Cart

Anyhow, there’s the list of 10, and with each listing comes a shallow annotation purporting to present the entry’s badness in succinct fashion. Here’s some of what the “policy leaders” say about Marx’s work, Das Kapital. Old Karl was all wet, you see; he “could not have predicted 21st Century America: a free, affluent society based on capitalism and representative government that people the world over envy and seek to emulate.”

Hey, really. Free and affluent. They’s rich people busy being free everywhere you go. I see them daily. I saw one the other day being escorted from the library where I work; she had what were apparently all her possessions in a grocery cart, and two campus safety staff members were gently guiding her back out of the building. Like happy Americans everywhere, this woman is enjoying the fruits of capitalism and representative government. (That’s the government that legislative heroes like Tom DeLay rig up through gerrymandering while they prattle about spreading democracy around the world.)

I trust that this woman is savoring her freedom and affluence while she sleeps outside on the ground. Shoot, it’s summer; it doesn’t get that cold.  Indeed, people everywhere “envy” and “seek to emulate” life in these United States. They all want to push grocery carts full of stuff. That’s because we’re number one!

And plenty subtle about it, too. That’s another reason why everyone loves, envies, and wants to be like us: because we wear our superlative superiority so very gracefully, and never give the impression that we think another culture, another people, another way of seeing the world, is not quite up to the snuff we snort.

Gosh, but we’re modest; modest, and proud of it. And rightfully so. Jesus loves us but good, don't you think?

Number One with a Bullet

What sorts of books turn up on the Inhuman Events pick-to-click list? Number one with a bullet in the back in the must-read ranks is the Bible. What,Huckleberry Finn you were expecting? Crime and Punishment, maybe?

According to the “scholars” who wave the Bible in yo’ face, it is “a volume that has been virtually banned in public schools by the United States Supreme Court.”

What do they mean by “virtually banned”? You can’t, like, look at it on a computer? Buh-loney. The Bible is readily available free, in full text, on the Web. Nearly any schoolboy or girl in America with access to a computer in the school library could Google up a version of the Bible and sit there reading it without a problem. Why, they could start at the beginning and bore themselves silly with all that begatting business in Genesis, and keep it up, if they wanted, until they finished Revelation and all its cwazy symbolism. And if they got tired of reading the blessed thing on the computer monitor, they could probably find the book in the flesh on the library shelves and sit down and read it the old fashioned way, one begat at a time.

Then they could go home and ask Mom and Dad to explain begatting.

I’m not sure how that works out to being “banned,” but I reckon the geniuses atHuman Events know better than I about such things.

And Now for a Really Harmful Book!

Speaking of the Bible, has it not occurred to the HE gang that the “good book” might readily lead an alternative list of “most harmful books”? Consider the misery and death and ruined lives tied through history to this document. The Crusades, the Inquisition… torture, perversion, child abuse, the subjugation of women, encouragement of superstition and magical thinking, denial of scientific fact… why, when we’re tallying up black marks against books, the Bible bids fair to be the leader of the pack.

So, yeah, I look forward to getting home tonight so that I can talk to my cats, Dave and Wally, Jr. They make more sense than the people at Human Eventsand their book lists.

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Graphic by Karen McGinnis

Uncle Frank's Diary Home
June 18, 2014

Number 28:

Uncle Frank's Diary
Number Twenty-eight

DUPES

Uncle Frank and the Dupes of Hazard

Is it not obvious that the Bush Gang is the most inept, most dishonest, most delusional, most profligate presidential administration in American history? Its crimes and stupidities make those of the Clinton, Reagan, Nixon, Johnson, Harding, and Grant administrations look like the puerile work of schoolyard shakedown artists.

Is it not obvious that the American mainstream media are hopeless? Runaway brides! Jacko! Pretty affluent white girls gone missing! (Day 497!) Hannity, Matthews, O’Reilly, Limbaugh! It is as if the ghost of William Randolph Hearst has seized control of all the television networks, the entire radio spectrum, and most newspapers, to paint the whole nation a dripping yellow, the yellow of sensation, of infectious discharge, of purulent prurience and untrammeled idiocy.

Drop Your Gs and Woof Like a W

And there be prissy-lipped Boy George, smirkin’, droppin’ his Gs from every other verb, tellin’ us to “look” and “listen” before he utters yet another inane bromide that would insult the intelligence of a not terribly gifted dog. Blahblahblahblahblah, ad infinitum.

What is left to say? What is left to do? What, precisely, is the point?

Why, that is, bother?

I know people who simply cannot, could not if their lives depended on it (which they may, in fact) acknowledge that B.G. and the Gang have ever miscalculated, misled, or failed to think through to the consequences of their actions. These true believers—who give every appearance of reasoned thought in other areas of their lives—have willingly gouged out their own eyes rather than own up to seeing what lies (and what lies they are!) before them.

Oh, Daddy! Please Don’t Kill Us!

What motivates them? Profound fear of blacks? Hatred of paying taxes? A hard-boiled fetal fetishism? A naïve and sentimental love, God help us, of Jesus? Do they turn to Boy George because he gives them hope that:

a) He’ll keep the blacks out of the neighborhood.

b) He’ll cut their taxes, just like he does the taxes of all those big corporations.

c)      He’ll make sure that every zygote blooms into a pwecious wittle baby; not one little bundle o’ stem cells in a Petri dish will be crying “Oh, Daddy, please, don’t kill us! We’ll be good! We’ll clean our plates! Dishes! Whatever!”

d)     He’ll put God, damn it, back at the center of American life.

e)      He’ll kill them heathen bastards in the Middle East.

Honestly, how can anyone take these people seriously? I was watching that bowtied twit Tucker Carlson on some show or other a short while back. He was arguing with a hapless guest about the next Soup-ream Court appointment. TC professed amazement at the idea that there are some good reasons to place a woman (you know, one of those people what ain’t got a prominent Adam’s apple) on the court.

Is it possible that Carlson is as complete an idiot as his expressed incomprehension would suggest? (Gosh, let me see if I can think of why it might be a Good Thing to have a couple of women, in a nation whose population is more than half women, on the Supreme Court to help decide on legal issues that affect women in ways powerfully out of proportion to the way they affect men. Oh, geez. Help me out here, would you? I’m really struggling with this one. Me & Tucker, we have a problem here.)

Or is Carlson thoroughly and utterly cynical, pretending to amazement that he does not feel for the sake of ratcheting up the rhetorical heat of his lame-o program? Or is it possible that he is both thoroughly and utterly cynical, and a complete idiot as well?  

Uncle Frank reports; you decide.

Media Morons

Not to single out Carlson, although I just did, for an extra helping of Uncle Frank’s Special Hot Sauce of Opprobrium. He’s merely one of the mainstream media-moron gang. They’re everywhere.

Don’t it just make ya weary? It made me call up the blessedly divine James Dobson of Croak Us on the Family, to ask him for some of his inspired guidance. He oughta know from guidance, given that he’s bright enough to compare stem cell research to Nazi medical experiments.

“Hey, Jim, I been feelin’ all out of sorts with this criminal bunch o’ fools wreckin’ the country….  Yeah, you know, Bush & Cheney and all…. Oh, I mean, lying us into a war, spending the kids into debt, getting what they want by scaring the crap outta people and throwing their weight around like a buncha mobsters…. & all that dopey booya about religion—I see that Boy George thinks ‘intelligent design’ oughta be taught as an alternative to scientific evolution. What I want to know is, if the design is so all-fired intelligent, how come a dimwit like W is in the White House, huh? What’s intelligent about that?”

The Divinely Blessed Father Dobson hung up on me. I guess I don’t qualify for divine counsel. Jesus probably hates me, too. I should get one of these buttons:http://www.stickergiant.com/page/sg/PROD/g555.

Maybe you’ll have better luck with the Right Hand o’ God. You can ask the Most Holy Blessed Jimbo a question right here:  http://www.family.org/

So, You Know—You Know?

But getting back to the point: Why bother? When we are all the pathetic dupes of a hazard beyond our power to control, even to influence, why not just lie back and take it like the targets we are?

I’m not advocating defeatism or nothin’ like that, but Uncle Frank kind of wishes that it would all just go away, you know?

You do know, don’t you.

Graphic by Karen McGinnis

Uncle Frank's Diary Home
June 21, 2014

Literary Links

NewPages Guide to Literary Links

This list contains review sites, publishing news, podcasts online, videos online, and audio programs online from literary magazines, book publishers, alternative magazines, universities, and bloggers; these include poetry readings, lectures, author interviews, academic forums, and news.

Review Sources | Poets and Writers

 

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AbeBooks Online marketplace for books, fine art and collectibles

Academy of American Poets Poets.org

Aloud The Library Foundation of Los Angeles’ celebrated literary series of conversations, readings and performances at the downtown Central Libraryonlineonline

AlterNet Books 

Arts & Letters Daily Links to more than 17,000 articles, book reviews, and essays, an archive that adds up to a thinking person’s guide to the world of art and ideas. 

ArtsJournal Words

The Association of Writers & Writing Programs AWP

The Atlantic - Books

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Babylonian & Assyrian Poetry & Literature recordings of ancient poetry in the original languageonline

BBC World Book Club The world's great authors discuss their best-known novel online

Beatrice Introducing readers to writers since 1995 (archives)

The Best American Poetry blog *

Between The Covers Today's best writers in conversation with Host David Naimon online

Big Other "online forum of iconoclasts and upstarts focusing its lens on books, music, comics, film, video..." 

The Big Read The NEA Big Read exposes people to new genres and ideas and challenges their current tastes in literature

Bitch Media Books Mission is to provide and encourage an engaged, thoughtful feminist response to mainstream media and popular culture

Blog Critics: Books Online magazine covering the arts, culture and society.*

Book Browse Your guide to exceptional books

The Book Designer Practical Advice to Help Build Better Books

Book Riot a direct, honest, fun, and often funny source for knowing what to read and what is new in the worlds of books and comics

Bookable established and emerging writers in conversation with host Amanda Stern online

BookBub

Bookforum "A showcase for rigorous and elegant writing"

BookFox "focuses mainly on new literary titles." 

Booklist (ALA)

Bookslut (archives)

Bookwire - Bowker guide to new books

Bookworm - KCRW Intellectual, accessible, and provocative literary conversations online

Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene poetry, reviews, interviews

Button Poetry production, distribution, promotion and fundraising for performance poetry

BuzzFeed Books Section


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C-SPAN Book TV Each weekend, Book TV features 48 hours of nonfiction books

Canadian Book Review Annual

Canadian Literature

Center for the Art of Translation Dedicated to finding dazzling new, overlooked, and underrepresented voices, brought into English by the best translators, and to celebrating the art of translation

The Center for Book Arts Promotes active explorations of both contemporary and traditional artistic practices related to the book as an art object

Chicago Reader Books 

CHOICE (ALA)

Citizen Lit This literary podcast explores what it means to be an active member of the writing world through reviews, interviews, and recorded performances (Archives through 2017) online

College Book Art Association Supports and promotes academic book arts education by fostering the development of its practice, teaching, scholarship and criticism

The Compulsive Reader Reviews of books by some of the hottest writers working today, exclusive author interviews, literary news and criticism

Container creating books which aren’t, in the quotidian sense, books at all as we aim to free artists from being boxed in by roles, forms, abilities, or identities

Council of Literary Magazines and Presses [CLMP]

The Creative Nonfiction Podcast weekly podcast showcasing leaders in narrative journalism, essay, memoir, documentary film, and radio hosted by Brendan O'Meara online

Critical Mass blog of the National Book Critics Circle


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The Daily Vonnegut "Reviews, Interviews, Trivia, and all things Kurt Vonnegut"

Danny Yee's Book Reviews

The Drunken Odyssey with John King weekly writing life podcast online

 

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Electric Lit We are committed to publishing work that is intelligent and unpretentious, to elevating new voices, and to examining how literature and storytelling can help illuminate social justice issues

Emerging Writers Network writing, literary magazines, reviews

Entertainment Weekly Books

Entropy featuring literary and related non-literary content

Essay Daily A space for conversation about essays & essayists, contemporary and not

 

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Fear No Lit an offbeat literary experience

Federation of BC Writers British Columbia Community of Writers

Fiction Writers Review conversations about the craft of fiction, literature, and the writing life

Firefly  podcast presented by Sarah Lawrence's LUMINA literary journal online

FiveBooks "The best books on everything"

Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers  online

From the Catbird Seat Poetry & Literary Blog from Library of Congress

From the Fishouse free online showcase of emerging poets reading their work online

Full Stop focusing on debuts, works in translation, and small press books

Fusion Berklee College of Music's global arts magazine with featured guest artists

 

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Girls at Library literary interviews and book recommendations by a diverse group of women with a passion for reading

Goodreads "World’s largest site for readers and book recommendations"

Grammar Girl series of five-minute grammar tips hosted by QD online

 

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H-Net Reviews Online scholarly reviews

Harriet - Poetry Foundation A literary blog about poetry and related news

How a Poem Happens Contemporary Poets Discuss the Making of Poems

House House A place in Seattle to read words, hear words, and make your own words better. We provide classes, events, and fellowships for emerging and established writers.

Huffington Post Books 

 

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I Liked the Book Better discussions about books made into films as the hosts compare the two forms (archives) online

Incoming Radio true stories of those in America’s military, told in their own words online

Independent Book Publishers Association Mission is to lead and serve the independent publishing community through advocacy, education, and tools for success

Indie It Press Independent. Connections.

IndieBound A Community of Independent Local Bookstores

IndieReader New Authors, Self-Published Books

Inpress Books UK - The Online Bookstore for Independent UK Publishers

Interesting Literature A Library of Literary Interestingness

 

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January Magazine Book, Authors, Entertainment, More

Journal of the Month putting new literary magazines in your mailbox on a regular basis

 

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Kelly Writers House founded by students, faculty, and staff of University of Pennsylvania hosting hundreds of public programs and projects throughout the year online

The Kenyon Review Podcast interviewing a poet each month online


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Lambda Literary leader in LGBT book reviews, author interviews, opinion, news

Largehearted Boy A literature and music website that explores that spot in the venn diagram where the two arts overlap.

Law and Politics Book Review

Letras Latinas Blog literary program of the Institute for Latino Studies at the University of Notre Dame

Library Journal

Library of Congress Poet Vision Series Webcasts & Podcasts from the Poetry and Literature Center at the Library of Congress online

Library of Congress Poetry & Literature Home

Library of Congress The Poet & the Poem Series poetry interviews with distinguished artists online

LibraryThing Enter what you’re reading or your whole library.

Lit Hub An organizing principle in the service of literary culture, a single, trusted, daily source for all the news, ideas and richness of contemporary literary life.

Lit Up a podcast about books conducted by Angela Ledgerwood online

Literary Kicks "Opinions, Observations and Research" *

The Literary Saloon writing, literary news, opinion *

The Literary Whip interviews with lit mag editors about the pieces they've rejected (archives) online

Littsburgh celebrating Pittsburgh's vibrant literary scene

Litquake San Francisco's Literary Festival

Locus Online Science Ficion, Fantasy, Horror

The Loft Literary Center A nonprofit arts organization offering services for readers and writers at every level.

London Review of Books

lyrikline an international database for experiencing the diversity of contemporary poetry


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Magazines Canada - Protects and supports the interests of the Canadian consumer and business media magazine industry

McSweeney's Timothy McSweeney's Internet Tendency

The Missouri Review Soundbooth audio interviews onlineonline

The Millions Our mission is to give our readers something interesting every day and to help them find great books to read

MobyLives books, writing, publishing, news

Montreal Review of Books

The Moth "True Stories Told Live" online

Motionpoems Where the best poets meet the best filmmakers.

Moving Poems The best poetry videos on the web online

Moving Poetry compendium of video poetry from around the web online

Mysteryrat's Maze Podcast readings of mystery short stories and novel chapters by local actors online


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n + 1 Book Reviews An online-only review of books and arguments about books.

National Public Radio Book section presenting authors reading & discussing new books

Neon Books Big List of UK Literary Magazines

Neon Books Big List of UK Poetry Publishers

The Nervous Breakdown "Word to your mother"

New Letters on the Air half-hour radio companion to lit mag New Letters online

New Republic Book Reviews

New Statesman Books

The New Verse News Politically progressive poetry on current events and topical issues

New Yorker Books & Fiction

New Yorker Podcasts  including The Writer's Voice, Fiction Podcast, Poetry Podcast online

New York State Literary Tree

New York Times Book Review online

Notebooking Daily Keeping Creativity Live-wired

The Novel Factory the Ultimate Novel Writing Software


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OTHERPPL inappropriate interviews with authors hosted by Brad Listi online

The Other Stories featuring emerging writers as they read a piece of fiction, before they're interviewed by Host Ilana Masad online


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The Page "Poetry, essays, language, ideas"

Paris Review The Daily Blog

PBS News Hour Poetry onlineonline

PEN American Center The Freedom to Write

PennSound ongoing project of the University of Pennsylvania online

Perpetual Folly literature, writing, lit mags, opinion, review

Pete Lit Literary pretendings, off-the-cuff insights and the occasional rant

Poem Elf A blog of poems released from books and sent out into the world.

Poem Hunter

[email protected] Events calendar that aggregates poetry-related activities on and around campus, and to provoke discussion, collaboration, and an awareness of Princeton’s current poetry community.

Poetry 180 A Poem a Day for American High Schools Hosted by Billy Collins

The Poetry Archive non-profit producing, acquiring, and preserving recordings of poets reading their work aloud online

The Poetry Assessor compare your poems with a set of 150 poems by poets published in mainstream publications

Poetry Centered curated selections from the University of Arizona's voca audiovisual archives online

Poetry Daily News poetry news

The Poetry Foundation Publisher of Poetry magazine, is an independent literary organization committed to a vigorous presence for poetry in our culture. onlineonline

Poetry International Web

Poets.org The Academy of American Poets

Poets & Writers Daily News

Poets House A national poetry library and literary center that invites poets and the public to step into the living tradition of poetry.

Poets Weave 5-minute weekly program featuring poets reading their own poems online

Powell's Books Blog

PR Newswire: Books Latest news about books and literature, including fiction, non-fiction, educational and children’s titles.

Practicing Writing Features opportunities and resources for fictionists, poets, and writers of creative nonfiction from Erika Dreifus.

Previews Picks (Comics)

Prolitfic "Spark your stories." (archives)

Publishers Weekly reviews, bookselling, news

Publishing Perspectives Online business magazine that covers the trends, people, and companies shaping the global book industry.

The Pushcart Prize

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Quill & Quire Monthly magazine of the Canadian book trade.

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The Reading Experience Feature extended literary criticism, including reviews, commentary on the literary scene, reflections on literary practice, and longer critical essays.

Reluctant Habits Devoted to books, films, arts, technology, and culture.

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The ReviewReview

The Rumpus We strive to be a platform for marginalized voices and writing that might not find a home elsewhere.

 

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The Seattle Review of Books

Selected Shorts weekly public broadcast radio of several fiction stories around a theme onlineonline

The Shatzkin Files Blog from a widely-acknowledged thought leader about digital change in the book publishing industry

She Writes The largest global online community of women writers

Shelf Awareness Publishes two newsletters, one for general readers and one for people in the book business

The Short Review reviews of new, not-quite-so-new, and classic collections (archives)

Six Questions For… Where editors and publishers discuss writing flash fiction, short stories, poetry, and novels.

SlushPile.net Brings you the latest in books-and-publishing news, interviews with authors and industry pros, and assorted rants and cheers about literature. (archives)

Slate Book Review

The Slowdown Podcast Every weekday, U.S. Poet Laureate Tracy K. Smith delivers a different way to see the world – through poetry.

Small Press Distribution The only distributor in the country dedicated exclusively to independently published literature.

Small Press Picks recommended fiction titles from small presses

Small Press Reviews

Smashwords Blog Distributor of indie ebooks

Spectator USA Books Section

STORGY inspiring artistic collaboration and provide opportunities for creative minds

Student Press Law Center highlighting conflicts and controversies affecting the legal rights of the student press online

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Telegraph U.K. Books

Thin Air Video Poetry DVD Archive Beat Generation, NY School, Avantgarde, Contemporary Spoken Word online

Three Percent a place for students to present their translations and reviews with a weekly(ish) podcast hosted by Chad W. Post and Tom Roberge online

 

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VIDA Women in Literary Arts 

Virtual Memories Show monthly podcast about books with author interviews online

Vulture Books Section


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Washington Independent Review of Books A labor of love produced by dozens of writers and editors mostly in the Washington, DC, area who are frustrated by the disappearance of high-quality book reviews and book-review sections in major newspapers.

Washington Post book reviews, news

The Weekly Reader Author-interview radio program produced entirely by Minnesota State University, Mankato graduate students in creative writing. online

Winston-Salem Writers helping writers improve their craft and realize their goals

Women Writers, Women's Books an online journal dedicated to encouraging & promoting the visibility of women writers

WOW! Women On Writing Free eZine that promotes the communication between women writers and readers.

Write the Book The Vermont podcast and radio show about writing. online

Writer Beware A publishing industry watchdog group

Writer's Digest

Writers and Company The home of CBC Books, Canada Reads onlineonline

WritersCast interviews, readings, and discussions with writers online

Writers in Conversation featuring some of today’s best writers reading from their work and talking about their writing lifestyle online

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Your Artsy Girl Podcast hosted by Cristina Querrer, this podcast features talks on creativity and operates as a safe place for artists and writers to learn about others' creative processes and craft (archives) online

Zine Festivals and Small Press Fairs collection of zine fairs, festivals, DIY and small press related events


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3 Quarks Daily We present eight to twelve interesting items from around the web each day, in the areas of science, design, literature, current affairs, art, politics, philosophy, and anything else we deem inherently fascinating, including a daily poem chosen by our poetry editor, Jim Culleny.

49 Writers Nurturing emerging and established writers in a place increasingly recognized as a home to literary excellence.

826 Valencia A nonprofit organization dedicated to supporting under-resourced students with their writing skills.

The stories in Elegy on Kinderklavier explore the profound loss and intricate effects of war on lives that have been suddenly misaligned. A diplomat navigates a hostile political climate and an arranged marriage in an Israeli settlement on a newly discovered planet; a small town in Kansas shuns the army recruiter who signed up its boys as troops are deployed to Iraq; a family dissolves around mental illness and a child's body overtaken by cancer. In the lead story, the moment a soldier steps on an explosive device is miraculously and painfully reproduced, nanosecond by nanosecond. Arna Bontemps Hemenway's stories feel pulled out of time and place, and the suffering of his characters seem at once otherworldly and stunningly familiar.

Additional Info

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  • Book Type Fiction
  • by Bontemps Hemenway
  • Date Published July 2014
  • ISBN-13 978-936747-76-4
  • Format Paperback
  • Pages 230pp
  • Price $15.95
In Gephyromania (literally, an addiction to or an obsession with bridges), Tolbert’s choice isn’t between female and male, lover and self, or loss and relief, but rather to live (willingly, intentionally) in the places where those binaries meet. Questions arise: Is a bridge simply an attempt to connect one (seemingly) stable body back to itself? Whose body—which embodiment—is absent when we say “I miss you”? And who is adored when we say “I love”? Sensing the parallels between a lover who leaves and his own female body as it chooses (as he chooses for it) to recede, the poems in Gephyromania explore the spaces between, among, across, and even within bodies.

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  • Book Type Poetry
  • by TC Tolbert
  • Date Published May 2014
  • ISBN-13 978-1-934103-52-4
  • Format Paperback
  • Pages 96pp;
  • Price $18.00
June 12, 2014

Phoning Home

Phoning Home is a collection of entertaining and thought-provoking essays featuring the author's quirky family, his Jewish heritage, and his New York City upbringing. Jacob M. Appel's recollections and insights, informed and filtered by his advanced degrees in medicine, law, and ethics, not only inspire nostalgic feelings but also offer insight into contemporary medical and ethical issues.

Additional Info

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  • Book Type Nonfiction
  • by Jacob M. Appel
  • Date Published May, 2014
  • ISBN-13 978-1-61117-371-0
  • Format Hardcover
  • Pages 177pp
  • Price $24.95
The Pocket Guide to Divorce follows the tale of Mitch Higby through the cathartic exercise of creating a self-help book, outlining his struggles and tips for those going through similar experiences. The unique manner in which this novel is presented, part faux-self-help book and fiction work, slowly develops the character by incrementally releasing his true nature through the rise and fall of his marriage and the events that follow the aftermath. Mitch leads the reader through all of our deepest fears in relationships, marriage, reconstruction and house pets.

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  • Book Type Fiction
  • by Neil Connelly
  • Date Published September 2014
  • ISBN-13 978-1-94157621-2
  • Format Paperback
  • Pages 123pp
  • Price $13.95
June 12, 2014

Quick Kills

Quick Kills chronicles the desperate longing to belong as well as the effects of neglect, familial absence, and the nature of secrets. The young female narrator is seduced by an older man who convinces her that she is the perfect subject for his photographs. Meanwhile, the narrator’s sister embarks on an equally precarious journey. Never clearly delineating the border between art and pornography, the narrator’s escalating disquiet is evidence that lines have been crossed.

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  • Book Type Fiction
  • by Lynn Lurie
  • Date Published October 2014
  • ISBN-13 978-0-9886922-8-2
  • Format Paperback
  • Pages 109pp
  • Price $14.00
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