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The Graduate | Mike Nichols, dir., The Graduate

May 3, 2018

[…] than the finest example of traditional American young manhood. Maybe this goes over big in New York City, but not in Zion where most people are of Ephraim and not of Judah.  With all […]

Virginia Sorensen: A Saving Remnant

May 3, 2018

Nearly fifteen years have passed since I, in looking around for a thesis topic, began to read “Mormon novels.” It seems odd to remember how electrifying were the “forbidden” Vardis Fisher and others I hadn’t heard of: Scowcroft, Whipple, Robertson, Blanche Cannon, even Samuel Taylor. It must be a clue to our culture that a girl could get through graduate school without such an awakening, especially when many of those writers seem so bland today that I wonder along with Sam Taylor “if most of them weren’t mainly victims of bad timing.” What my awakening really consisted of was a refreshing realization that some of those giants from our past were really human beings after all (“saints by adoption”). 

A Letter from Israel Whiton, 1851

May 3, 2018

A crest of wind runs and rustles through the pinons 
Below the butte, and it is evening; the moss-green shade
Glimmers with lancets and gems of the afternoon sun; 
The fields beyond glow yellow-gold; and the overcast 
Of azure dims pale and like powder in the air 
Fails away into the recesses of light and time. 
I sit before a candle that tips its flame 
From the door, and I write . . . 

Dear Mother: 
I received a letter from you the 8 of May. 
I was very glad to hear from you but I had to wet 
The letter with tears. You are a good Mother to me. 
Their was a letter came from Father too.

From Utah Poems: To Elias

May 3, 2018

I brought my daughters to your grave
There in the river’s bend 
Not far from where, their age, 
I watched you dedicate the monument
To Jim Bridger: trapper, river-searcher. 

You lay deep in Utah’s summer
So still they couldn’t imagine 
This was their grandfather, 
Yourself a monument now 
To probing dry country.