Volume 32, No. 3
Fall 1999
The Fall 1999 Issue addresses various dimensions of contemporary Mormon literature, exploring ethical considerations, critical frameworks, and personal narratives within the genre. Eugene England opens the discussion with "Danger on the Right! Danger on the Left!", examining the ethical implications in recent Mormon fiction and highlighting the tensions between traditional beliefs and modern narratives. Gideon Burton poses the question of what constitutes "Mormon literature," advocating for a critical approach that recognizes the unique cultural and spiritual contexts of these works. Tessa Meyer Santiago discusses the mission of Mormon fiction in shaping identity and faith, while Robert Bird analyzes modern postmodernism in works by authors like Orson Scott Card and J. Willard Marriott, exploring themes of identity and belonging. And much more!
Contents
Articles/Essays
Measures of Music
B. W. JorgensenIt came then that Sara dreamed of the flood. It had been the news for weeks, cities all along the Front sandbagging streets, sidewalks, driveways, window wells, a mudslide that made a lake over a…
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Fiction
There is Always Someplace Else (From There is Always Someplace Else)
Reed McColmIn 1957, a year and a half before she married the man who would leave her, Kören Dixon was almost the Carnival Queen of Conjuring Creek. There were only three nominations for the job, and…
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Elijah’s Calling: 1840-41 (from This Could Be the Dawning of That Day)
Darius Gray and Margaret Blair YoungThe following chapter is excerpted from One More River to Cross, the title of the first novel of a trilogy to be called Standing on the Promises being published by Deseret Book beginning in August…
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Measures of Music
B. W. JorgensenIt came then that Sara dreamed of the flood. It had been the news for weeks, cities all along the Front sandbagging streets, sidewalks, driveways, window wells, a mudslide that made a lake over a…
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Brother Melrose
Douglas ThayerThe old man walked out from under the line of high, heavy trees bordering the cemetery. He stopped. He looked up, blinking his eyes. He held his hands palms up to the fading April sunlight.…
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