{"title":"The History of Flight","authors":"Vincent Casaregola","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1085","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1085","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"49 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"128431992","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":"Review: Now Playing at Canterbury","authors":"P. Dufour","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1002","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1002","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"27 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"124538930","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":"A Long Desire by Evan S. Connell","authors":"David Madole","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1333","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1333","url":null,"abstract":"EVAN S. CONNELL, whose collection of historical essays, A Long Desire, has been re-released by The North Point Press, belongs to that curious group of authors whose work is both respected and ignored. In a recent profile of Evan S. Connell in the journal Ploughshares, Gerald Shapiro describes a career of hard work, praise, and obscurity. During the past thirty years Connell has written good books, over ten of them —six novels, three collections of short fiction, and two volumes of poetry—and they were well reviewed. But his career never reached commercial critical mass, and by the nineteen sixties, Connell, then in his forties, was no longer able to support himself with his writing, and he took a job with the California State Unemployment office. Connell achieved commercial and critical success in 1959 with his first novel, Mrs. Bridge, a semi-autobiographical portrait of an afflu ent, mid-western matron. Mrs. Bridge is a masterful work of realism, a midwestern Madame Bovary, with the detached irony and dreamlike clarity of Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg, Ohio or Frank Conroy’s Stop-Time. In Mrs. Bridge, Connell begins to explore what will prove to be a lifelong preoccupation with authenticity—of how our desire to become something more than we are, something real, takes us a half-step out of life into the willy-nilly dream worlds his characters inhabit. His 1966 novel, The Diary of a Rapist, is one of the best of these portraits, and its protagonist, Earl Summerfield, has been compared with Dostoyevsky’s Raskolnikov. But The Diary of a Rapist doesn’t have the seduction of Crime and Punishment. Earl Summerfield’s misogyny is","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"10 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"130844713","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":"This Was Iowa","authors":"Juan Felipe Herrera","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1350","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1350","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"53 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"130225037","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":"A Portrait of My Father","authors":"J. Grearson","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1369","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1369","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"6 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"128679543","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":"The Top Drawer","authors":"J. Grearson","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1306","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1306","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"78 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"115937925","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":"The Root of It","authors":"Ron Kuka","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1200","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1200","url":null,"abstract":"A LOT O f this mess started when Stuart showed up. Walking around here in his cowboy boots, cocky, looking like God’s gift to McConnell Gravel. I’m not saying he was the root of it. It was something I’ve known for awhile. If I didn’t know better, though, I’d swear he was sent out here to gouge it out of me. Stuart is a young guy, about twenty-five, the company brought here to be the Operations Manager. That’s what his door says. Before, the site foreman would call a loader, Marty or me, on the mobile phone and tell us what mix to load and how many trucks they needed. We were doing fine. No one ever complained. Now they call Stuart first and then he tells us. He makes all the mix orders sound like his idea— all business like. “Right Stu,” I say and hang up. About the first thing Stuart did was convert the cook trailer into his private office. It was where all the drivers ate their lunch. It might have been that the big shots had it planned all along and were only waiting for Stuart to get out here so he could take the heat, but I doubt it. If the company wanted to be more efficient they should have asked Marty or me. Nobody said, “Ask the loaders,” and we got about a hundred ideas. Now we’re saying nothing—especially to Stu, since he’ll take all the credit. They’ll say he’s doing a “bang up job,” and give themselves one more reason to keep him in the trailer. I’m not saying we do a bad job; we do the job right but we just don’t do any more. And it ain’t because we’re afraid of getting fired. I do it because I couldn’t stand myself doing a bad job. Doing a bad job leaves you with nothing. Now half of the old cook trailer is his office and the other half is a lounge. I checked it out once when I stayed late for work. They took the calendars down and got the whole place painted off-white. A conference table in the middle. I told my wife it’d be like working in a refrigerator. Anyway, most of the drivers eat lunch in their trucks","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"75 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"115950602","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":"Becoming a Heroine: Reading about Women in Novels by Rachel Brownstein","authors":"Nancy Hackett","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1133","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1133","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"35 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"126553058","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":"The Signifying Monkey Talks Literature","authors":"W. Seaton","doi":"10.17077/0743-2747.1127","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.17077/0743-2747.1127","url":null,"abstract":"Deep down in the jungles, way back in the sticks, The animals had form ed a game called pool. The baboon was a slick. Now a few stalks shook, and a few leaves fell. Up popped the monkey one day, ’bout sharp as hell. He had a one-button roll, two-button satch. You know, one o f them boolhipper coats with a belt in the back. The baboon stood with a crazy rim, Charcoal gray vine, and a stingy brim, Handful o f dimes, pocket full o f herbs, Eldorado Cadillac parked at the curb.1","PeriodicalId":205691,"journal":{"name":"Iowa Journal of Literary Studies","volume":"38 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"127035217","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}