{"title":"Baudelaire Revisited: Forty-one Poems by Kendall E. Lappin (review)","authors":"Francis S. Heck","doi":"10.2307/1346909","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.2307/1346909","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":326714,"journal":{"name":"Rocky Mountain Review of Language and Literature","volume":"38 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2016-01-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"128706251","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Barbarians in the Gates: Recent Beat Scholarship","authors":"K. Hemmer","doi":"10.2307/1348258","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.2307/1348258","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":326714,"journal":{"name":"Rocky Mountain Review of Language and Literature","volume":"1 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2016-01-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"129252044","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
Why should wait for some days to get or receive the tennyson at aldworth the diary of james henry mangles book that you order? Why should you take it if you can get the faster one? You can find the same book that you order right here. This is it the book that you can receive directly after purchasing. This tennyson at aldworth the diary of james henry mangles is well known book in the world, of course many people will try to own it. Why don't you become the first? Still confused with the way?
{"title":"Tennyson at Aldworth: The Diary of James Henry Mangles ed. by Earl A. Knies (review)","authors":"P. Caldwell","doi":"10.1353/rmr.1985.0063","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rmr.1985.0063","url":null,"abstract":"Why should wait for some days to get or receive the tennyson at aldworth the diary of james henry mangles book that you order? Why should you take it if you can get the faster one? You can find the same book that you order right here. This is it the book that you can receive directly after purchasing. This tennyson at aldworth the diary of james henry mangles is well known book in the world, of course many people will try to own it. Why don't you become the first? Still confused with the way?","PeriodicalId":326714,"journal":{"name":"Rocky Mountain Review of Language and Literature","volume":"52 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2016-01-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"124602577","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Reading Asian American Literature: From Necessity to Extravagance by Sau-Ling Cynthia Wong (review)","authors":"Neila C. Seshachari","doi":"10.2307/1347951","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.2307/1347951","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":326714,"journal":{"name":"Rocky Mountain Review of Language and Literature","volume":"49 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2016-01-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"129452190","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
Hay que seguir un cierto orden; de arriba para abajo, como cuando se plumerea; de izquierda a derecha, como cuando se escribe. Compulsiones, no más; puras compulsiones absurdas. Las botas en la fila trasera, sandalias y zapatos chatos en la del medio, los de taco adelante; vestidos elegantes en el closet angosto; ropa sport en conjuntos en el ropero más amplio. Años de limpieza metódica habían hecho de Luisa una experta en rincones donde se acumulaban telarañas, en agujeritos donde se estancaba la mugre de las baldosas, en dobladillos deshilachados de las cortinas de gasa — que habría que cambiar en alguna oportunidad. Luisa se concentraba en pilas de papeles — recortes de diarios, cartas, anuncios — y tiraba con inmenso alivio, llenando dos, tres, y hasta cuatro bolsas de supermercado; pero cada vez rescataba más papeles del cesto, aun cuando sabía que ya no los volvería a mirar. De cuando en cuando regalaba ropa pasada de moda, aunque también se aferraba a algunas prendas, porque estaba convencida que nadie apreciaría su valor real. — Este es un país de descartables, empezando por la juventud que decae en cuanto madura; envejece de pronto y se vuelve redundante . . . Y para qué tantos preparativos . . . Todo para el gran "tag sale". Luisa nunca había oído esa palabra en castellano, ni se había preocupado por encontrar la equivalente en su idioma. Luego de treinta años en los Estados Unidos incorporaba palabras americanas en su vocabulario, consciente de lo que hacía, pero indiferente, asumiendo que el hispanista "impuro" justificaría sus razones y que el "puro" nunca se contentaría con traducciones como "subasta", "liquidación", "venta", "remate", "saldos", ya que el "tag-sale" era una actividad peculiarmente americana: se abría la casa al escrutinio del público y todo lo que había dentro era puesto en venta ("sale") e identificado mediante etiquetas ("tag") que marcaban el precio. Todo; desde alfileres a heladeras, hasta que la casa quedaba desmatelada. De modo que Luisa hablaba del "tag-sale", pronunciándolo en español como "tag-sale" y no "tag-seil", a imitación de los gringos que se jactan de hablar bien el español, pero que de cuando en cuando salen con expresiones ridiculas como "yogar": "jog" en inglés, por decir "correr", "plumbero": "plumber", por "plomero", o "foceta": "faucet", por "canilla", El tal "tag-sale" (tac y sale) tenía que ver con lo que sale de la casa cuando el dueño decide deshacerse de sus posesiones. Y la idea de Luisa consistía en dejar todo prolijamente arreglado para el "tag-sale" que tendría lugar después de su muerte. Obviamente, la idea era mórbida. El hecho era que nadie le había diagnosticado una enfermedad fatal, y que nadie la tenía amenazada de muerte; pero al mismo tiempo era evidente que la gente alrededor suyo caía
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Marcia Southwick, Associate Professor of English at the University of Nebraska in Lincoln, is the new poetry editor of the Review. She has taught at the University of IowaWriters' Workshop and at the University ofColorado, Boulder, in addition to her present position. Her publications include two books of poetry, The Night Won't Save Anyone (University of Georgia Press) and Why the River Disappears (Carnegie Mellon).
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Her children were down on the beach with their buckets and shovels. Jackie was showing his little sister how to build castles in the sand. She could see a head bob up from the driftwood at the high water line whenever one of them stood up. Once Jackie ran to the water's edge and filled his bucket to wet the sand they were working. He waved gaily toward the house as he ran back, trusting that she was there at the window watching. She stood inside the patio doors talking on the telephone. It was about money. It was always about money. She turned and slumped against the wall, staring into the kitchen where her wine sat on the drain board losing its chill. The man was boring. Terminally boring. She wondered for the millionth time what she had ever seen in him. But she had been every bit as foolish as he was full of whatever sort of perversity it took to dedicate six years of your life to a doctorate in clinical psychology with just about zero chance of gainful employment anywhere down the line. She could even see where her capitulations, from giving up her own studies to putting off having children, had been as destructive to the marriage as his phoney intellectualism. But that still didn't make him interesting. It's not like I'm some kind of millionaire," he was saying. "I mean, I make a decent living, but I'm not some kind of millionaire ..." Looking back toward the ocean, she wondered briefly what such a bundle of self-absorption might consider a decent living, but she bit back the urge to ask. Out beyond the mouth of the cove the big Pacific rollers-all the way from China, as her father would say if he were there-tumbled brilliantly in the sun. The sea had always excited her. And the serenity of the kelp-lined cove at Neskowin, with its gray sand beach and weathered houses, had always reassured her. Shelter-she thought of the line from Bob Dylan's song-shelter from the storm. She smiled at the thought of her children hunkered down out there in the sand, serious as anything, building away at their castles. At the other end of the line, her ex-husband droned on about how, in all fairness, she knew as well as he did the settlement had been one-sided, how it wasn't the money-he was willing to support his
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If Critical Theory Since 1965 had been published by Norton, it would probably have been called The Norton Anthology of Contemporary Critical Theory, for there is no question that writing about the study of literature has become virtually a recognizable genre of text production. Having freed itself from the idea that criticism enjoys a parasitic relationship to primary literary texts, such writing enjoys the prerogatives vying for equal importance with conventionally identified literary genres, of viewing itself as making the recognition of literature possible by defining the parameters of the literary phenomenon, and of sustaining a tension between literary text production and other forms of cultural production that legitimates the ideological role of both literature and criticism in societies.
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{"title":"Introductory Transformational Grammar by Mark Lester (review)","authors":"Melvin J. Luthy","doi":"10.1353/rmr.1980.0055","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rmr.1980.0055","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":326714,"journal":{"name":"Rocky Mountain Review of Language and Literature","volume":"126 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2016-01-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"123239336","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
A man of many talents, D'Arcy McNickle (1904-1977) is noted as a historian, civil servant, Native American rights advocate, and novelist. McNickle, a member of the Salish Tribe, published three novels, six ethnohistorical studies of White/Native American affairs, and a biography of Oliver LaFarge, most of these being written during his 16 years in the Bureau of Indian Affairs. He is viewed today as the grandfather of Modern Native American Literature and his work is studied in many classes. Yet what is written about his fiction seems to reflect little of his ethnohistorical writings and his years of experience in the political arena. As Lawrence Towner suggests in an afterword to McNickle's novel, The Surrounded (1936), "everything he wrote was about the First Americans, their culture and their history" (304). It seems clear that in whatever he wrote, McNickle was revising and rewriting, developing and elaborating on the insights of all his previous work. In this light I would like to compare his final novel, Wind from an Enemy Sky (1978), to his earlier novels The Surrounded and Runner in the Sun (1954) and to illuminate his fiction through an understanding of his definition of culture as expressed in his ethnohistorical study They Came Here First (1949). Two significant processes that shaped the writing of Wind from an Enemy Sky affect our interpretations of this book and its vision of intratribal politics and White/Native American political relationships. First, in this novel, McNickle is, in a very real sense, rewriting The Surrounded, and to a minor extent Runner in the Sun, so as to incorporate the experience of over 40 years of White/Native American political maneuvering. Secondly, in this revision process, his conclusions about the cognitive maps of White and Native American societies, and more specifically his definition of culture as a process of necessary dynamic change, inform his fiction. While some critics see Wind from an Enemy Sky as a static statement of destroyed culture, to view the culture as process, as McNickle saw it, adds new dimensions to an appreciation of his novels. (See, for instance, Larson, Owens, and Wiget). In The Surrounded, the internal political structures of the tribe have been destroyed. What should be the orderly lines of communication and authority no longer exist. The tribe drifts in a state of confusion and despair. The social functions of the chiefs have been taken over by the government agent, who barely understands
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