[…] ago. Columbia is offering a history seminar on Mormonism. At Yale the noted critic Harold Bloom is writing a book on Mormonism, and in a November 1990 lecture at the University of Utah, Bloom […]
[…] the casual reader and in much larger editions than most books about Mormonism in Italy. Unfortunately, Straniero reviews only the early history of the Church and fails to discuss important historical developments since the […]
As Leatrice Lifshitz explains in her introduction, this unusual collection of verse represents “an attempt to return old women to the circle, to the continuum of women and of life” (p. viii), and its rich…
[…] air was thick. We drove the block to the post office in silence. “Nellie, go in and get the mail,” Mom snapped. “I don’t know how to open the box,” I said. “How many […]
[…] in her recovery. The rest of the poems again affirm the richness of experience—waterskiing at Lake Powell, writing poetry, rolling in a bathtub full of water and then shivering under a cold shower, waking […]
[…] in time and money would not be worth the outcome. However, I had become very interested in writing and literature, so I enrolled at Brigham Young University as an English major. At BYU, I […]
[…] expect how profoundly our presence among them would allow us to view ourselves against their images. This essay reassembles the images I collected of Bambara and Mormon women. It is not an anthropological report […]
[…] visions of the region’s future. While Hampshire’s approach has value, the sociology she used to improve the writing of history has produced an interpretation indistinct from that of a narrative historian. She bakes the […]
[…] twins, the bishop spoke to me twice—in the foyer. The Relief Society president called me once to get directions to the hospital so she could visit another ward member. Her replacement visited once, as did […]
[…] thoughts espoused at a university and the squalid life so prevalent in my city. My intensive reading, writing, thinking, and observing bruised me; I could not solve the injustices I saw. Life seemed so […]