Late last month, a headline in The New York Times announced “Louis D. Rubin Jr., Publisher, Scholar and Champion of Southern Writers, Dies at 89.” Similarly at the top of a story in The Washington Post, “Louis D. Rubin, fount of Southern writing, dies at 89.”
The 2014 Thomas Wolfe Fiction Prize is now open for submissions. For the first time, writers may submit their short stories electronically through Submittable.com.
Presenting the second part of the 17th annual Wilde Awards for longer books. Because there are too many books and too little print space, you’ll find more suggestions at www.heraldsun.com.
One day in 1969, a letter arrived in Brandt Ayers’ newspaper office in small-town Alabama from a man he’d never heard of. Dr. Tom Naylor, a Duke University economics professor, had an invitation for him.
After a decade and half of civil rights strife following the Supreme Court’s school desegregation decision, with the states of the old Confederacy in turmoil as they coped with and fought the new order, Naylor and a few others had a vision of a New South. Soon after, Ayers joined Naylor and other young, progressive Southerners in Chapel Hill at a UNC conference center.
No. 2 Duke won all nine of its regular season games in 1941, beating Tennessee in front of 48,000 fans at what was then called Duke Stadium, now Wallace Wade Stadium. In those nine regular-season games, Duke outscored its opponents 311 to 41. As Ted Mann, Duke’s sports publicist at the time, said, “This team simply beat the hell out of everyone.”
Q. I almost blacked out some years ago while driving with my two young daughters. I had drunk a glass of orange juice with a vegetarian Thanksgiving meal. The only way I could find to stay conscious long enough to drive to my nearby baby-sitter was by asking my toddler to engage in a "yelling contest" with Mom. Imagine the looks we got from other drivers as Mom and daughter yelled at the top of our lungs, windows down, so I could stay awake!
Two painters and two traditional commercial galleries; it is the way art used to be all the time. Lynn Boggess creates landscapes; Beverly McIver, people. Both slather oil paint on their canvases; the signs of their hands are everywhere. Boggess’ marks become streams, trees, and land. McIver’s become pigments of skin where certain colors show worry and others sparkles of joy.
When I was 4, my family went to a Christmas party. The adults were in the living room, and the kids were in the rumpus room. I was just getting ready to go to the restroom when a surprise visitor showed up. It was Santa Claus!
How times have changed.
In 1990, Thanksgiving made me uneasy.
Not about getting together with my family. No. That year I'd lost more than 100 pounds for the first time and in my family, Thanksgiving dinner triggered the start of a food-centric race running for the next six weeks. T-Day 1990 marked the single toughest meal I'd faced that year.