вторник, 9 октября 2012 г.

Racing: Light duties for Nicholls' top two-mile team - The Independent (London, England)

IT WAS a race to bring a tremble to the hand and the voice, asgood as anything Sandown has seen for years, and whatever theattendance figure was at the course on Saturday, 10 times thatnumber will claim in years to come that they were there whenFlagship Uberalles beat Direct Route in the Tingle Creek Chase.

And who could blame them for a little white lie? It was somethingthat anyone would want to have been a part of, as two of the finestchasers in training went at it mercilessly up the hill. By the timethey reached the post, both had mined seams of courage that had notbeen touched before. Punters who thought about a trip to Esher butdecided to do some shopping or DIY instead may never forgivethemselves.

Unlike many of life's big mistakes, though, there might yet be away to claw something back from this one, since the first two homecan be expected to do it all over again in the Queen Mother ChampionChase in March. With Call Equiname, the defending champion, alsoexpected to take his chance, tickets for the middle day of theFestival, which generally attracts a slightly smaller crowd thanthose either side, may suddenly become the hottest in town.

Only these three horses are now quoted at best-price odds of lessthan 10-1 for the Champion Chase, with Flagship Uberalles outrightfavourite with two of the leading firms.

What most punters will want to know before taking a view, though,is whether Paul Nicholls prefers the champion or the youngpretender, both of whom are stabled in his yard. Yesterday he couldsay only that both horses are well, and may have only one more runeach before Cheltenham.

'Flagship Uberalles has come out of the race in cracking order,he's as tough as old boots,' Nicholls said. 'He won't run overChristmas as I don't want to overface him with Cheltenham very muchin mind. The Emblem Chase at Kempton or the Game Spirit at Newburyin the new year are his most likely targets, and the latter isprobably favourite as it's a month before the Festival and would fitin nicely.'

Call Equiname, meanwhile, will probably head to the VictorChandler Chase at Ascot in January, a race he won last year, and isapparently in good health despite his poor run in the Murphy's GoldCup last month. 'His work since Cheltenham has been good so I'mignoring that race as if he didn't run in it and training him asnormal even thought the whole affair remains a mystery,' Nichollssaid.

Direct Route, too, seems none the worse for Saturday's race,according to Sue Johnson, wife of his trainer, Howard. It is worthremembering, though, that you can only be sure a hard race has notleft its mark when the horse concerned runs close to his best in hisnext race. And even the best horses will be beaten eventually, asRisk Of Thunder discovered at Punchestown yesterday. The winner ofall 10 of his previous races over the track's cross-country course,Risk Of Thunder, who runs in the colours of Sean Connery, couldmanage only second there yesterday, behind Little Len, a 50-1chance.

Brother Of Iris, another of Saturday's winners, was the onlymover in the Gold Cup market yesterday, down to 20-1 with WilliamHill, although Coral still offer 33-1. His owners have vouchers at100-1, but it is still hard to see them being anything more than anovelty come the race itself.

A better bet is that Tony McCoy will overtake both John Francomeand Stan Mellor in the all-time winners list well before theFestival. McCoy has four rides at Ayr today, and needs three morewinners to reach 1,000 in his career. Another 39 after that willleave him adrift of only Richard Dunwoody (1,699) and PeterScudamore (1,678), and no bookie would offer anything less than longodds-on about him overhauling both before he hangs up his boots.

RICHARD EDMONDSON

Nap: Naughty Future

(Ayr 2.00)

NB: Quick March

понедельник, 8 октября 2012 г.

KATRINA DESTROYS YEARS OF RESEARCH.(News) - The Cincinnati Post (Cincinnati, OH)

Byline: Charles Piller Los Angeles Times

For more than 30 years, Tulane University researchers have conducted one of the most exhaustive heart disease studies in the country, tracking the diets, habits and blood chemistry of 16,000 people in Bogalusa, La.

Then Hurricane Katrina hit. Most of the Bogalusa Heart Study's tissue samples were destroyed when freezers lost power.

'You can't just regenerate 30 or 40 years of material,' said Dr. Paul Whelton, Tulane's senior vice president for health sciences. 'A great international treasure was lost.'

Amid the damage from Hurricane Katrina, universities along the Gulf Coast are reeling from the loss of scientific research and the scattering of hundreds of scholars across the country.

Although many facilities escaped damage, the experiments within often did not fare well.

Many of Tulane's 148 research projects funded by the National Institutes of Health, for example, are in a shambles, university officials said.

The scientific losses have cast a cloud over the future of the city as an educational and research hub.

'We are not UCLA. We are not an Ivy League school,' said Dr. Nicolas Bazan, head of Louisiana State University's Neuroscience Center of Excellence. 'But this is a wonderful part of the country. ... I'd like them to have faith that we will be able to regroup and continue.'

To scientists, failed freezers are Hurricane Katrina's ruinous emblem.

Bazan said the storm destroyed frozen brain tissues from scores of Alzheimer's disease patients and wiped out hundreds of unique cell cultures.

Before the storm, Bazan was seeing his dream come to life after nearly a decade of fund-raising, recruitment and research. The Neuroscience Center in New Orleans was gaining prominence with a flurry of research findings, including evidence that fish oil might combat the ravages of Alzheimer's.

LSU had agreed to build a new laboratory for his 110-member staff studying stroke, epilepsy and other brain disorders.

Now, with the campus trying to recover from massive flooding, and Hurricane Rita looming, his building is on hold.

Paul Fidel, a microbiologist and dean of research at LSU's dental school, had stored frozen samples from patients suffering from yeast infections collected over much of his career -- an exceptional biological databank.

'Fifteen years of work, gone,' he said with resignation.

Thousands of LSU's experimental animals, including unique transgenic mice, died or had to be killed -- a setback for many of its 117 NIH-funded projects.

When hospitals and labs went dark, researchers also scrambled to prevent a larger public heath disaster. LSU, Tulane and the state of Louisiana all conduct biodefense research in New Orleans in biosafety level 3 laboratories -- specially sealed facilities used for work with potential bioterrorism agents, such as the microbes that cause anthrax and plague.

None of the biosafety labs was breached by wind or water, and all were protected by layers of locked doors, officials said.

Amid the disruption, there were also signs that, barring new flooding, some researchers soon might be back at work.

Most university labs are above ground level in strong, modern buildings, so much of the equipment was unharmed.

воскресенье, 7 октября 2012 г.

SCHOOL HONORS FALLEN ALUMNI - The Record (Bergen County, NJ)

JEAN RIMBACH, Staff Writer
The Record (Bergen County, NJ)
11-28-2001
SCHOOL HONORS FALLEN ALUMNI -- PA COPS GRADUATED FROM NORTH BERGEN `NO WORDS
TO EXPRESS THE GRIEF'
By JEAN RIMBACH, Staff Writer
Date: 11-28-2001, Wednesday
Section: NEWS
Edition: All Editions -- Two Star B, Two Star P, One Star B

As teenagers, Robert Cirri and Christopher Amoroso walked the halls
of North Bergen High School. Both graduated with the desire to help
others. Both went on to join the Port Authority police.

But on Sept. 11, the two officers perished in the ruins of the
World Trade Center.

On Tuesday, North Bergen remembered Cirri and Amoroso in a service
held in front of their alma mater. Cirri, 39, graduated in 1980 and
Amoroso, 29, in 1990.

'It wasn't long ago that both young men were here as students --
they spent their time here, they grew here, they had friends here. And
there are no words to express the grief that is felt by all of us,'
Mayor Nicholas J. Sacco, also an assistant school superintendent, said
before unveiling a memorial engraved in their honor.

Dozens gathered on the sidewalk and grass in front of the school.
Family and friends, police, teachers, and administrators took time to
celebrate these two lives, mourn their passing, and laud their heroism.

'I think it was a very good idea to remember Christopher and my dad
for being good cops and helping people and putting their lives before
others,' said Jessica Cirri, 13, of West New York, one of Cirri's
children.
'He wouldn't have picked any other job. He always put people first. He
always wanted to help people.'

As cars whizzed by on Kennedy Boulevard, poems were read and some
eyes grew red. Peter J. Fischbach, district superintendent, noted that
many survived the tragedy because of the actions of Amoroso, Cirri, and
many others.

'Unselfishly they searched to save the lives of those trapped
inside the Twin Towers,' Fischbach said. 'And as they went about the
saving of other lives, Chris and Robert along with many of their
colleagues, lost their lives.'

Sixteen American flags hung from the chain-link fence in front of
the school, each given to a family member after the service. Red, white,
and blue ribbons adorned the trees flanking the flagpole in front of the
school.

Etched into a small stone monument at the base of the flagpole is
an American flag, the image of the Twin Towers, and this inscription:

'In memory of the North Bergen High School graduates who perished in
the line of duty at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001.'

It includes the two men's names, their graduation year, and a
notation that it is dedicated to all those who 'suffered as a result of
the attack on America's freedom.'

'They have left with us an example of dedication, compassion, and
sacrifice,' said the Rev. Howard Wilcomes.

After the service, Edward Sahagian, the district math supervisor,
fondly recalled teaching geometry to Amoroso, who lived on Staten
Island with his wife and 18-month-old daughter at the time of his death.

'He was just a good kid,' he said. 'He would give you his right arm
if you needed it. It showed in what he did at the World Trade Center. He
had a great personality. What a kibitzer he was. We would be discussing
a topic in math and he always had a way of . . . turning it into a fun
type of project. He was a special kid in every sense of the word.'

Mike Boyle, a high school guidance counselor, said that as a teen,
Cirri was a hospital volunteer, on the ambulance squad, and was
president, vice president, and secretary of the health careers club,
where he received a service award.

Boyle said a guidance counselor at the time made note of Cirri's
ambition, hard work, and dedication in his school file. He said Cirri's
school records show his 'wanting to help other people.'

Cirri's son Robert, 17, said that was second nature for his dad,
who would even stop to help fellow officers when he wasn't on duty.
Cirri, a Nutley resident with two children and three stepchildren, was
also a paramedic at Hackensack University Medical Center.

He called his dad 'a great guy, a loving father who always put
people's lives before his own.' Like his sister, Robert was dressed in a
dark blue sweatshirt that included the words 'Never Forget' and a police
emblem. He said he had talked with his dad about pursuing a career as a
police officer and paramedic -- a plan he intends to complete.

'This makes it mean more,' he said.

Cirri had been on the force since 1986, served at the police
academy as executive officer and was promoted to lieutenant last year.
Amoroso was in his third year with the force and was with the tactical
response bureau.

Charlie Amoroso described his son as a 'big marshmallow.' He said
at 6 feet, 2 inches and 235 pound,s he was an anomaly in a generally
more diminutive family. He said children 'flocked to Chris like a
magnet,' and his little cousins loved to wrestle with him on the floor.

He recalled playing softball with his son in various leagues and
going with him to the shooting range. More recently, they had talked
about what it's like to be a dad.

On Sept. 11, Amoroso was on a team that had evacuated lower trade
center levels. After gathering up oxygen packs and hard hats, he headed
back inside shortly before the building collapsed, Charlie Amoroso said.

'Chris was doing what he wanted to,' the elder Amoroso said. 'He
waited 5 1/2 years to get into the academy to do a job he wanted to do --
he always wanted to be a police officer and help people.'

Staff Writer Jean Rimbach's e-mail address is rimbach(at)northjersey.com

Illustrations/Photos: 2 THOMAS E. FRANKLIN PHOTOS 1 - Noreen Smith, left, Christopher
Amoroso's mother, being held by daughter Justine Amoroso at Tuesday's ceremony
in North Bergen. 2 - The memorial honoring Christopher Amoroso and Robert Cirri
was unveiled Tuesday in front of North Bergen High School's flag pole. 3 - PHOTO
- CIRRI. 4 - PHOTO - AMOROSO.

Keywords: NORTH BERGEN. SCHOOL. MONUMENT. STUDENT. NEW YORK CITY. BUILDING.
TERRORISM. DEATH

Copyright 2001 Bergen Record Corp. All rights reserved.

суббота, 6 октября 2012 г.

As Triple Crown beckons Big Brown still not tested - The Charleston Gazette (Charleston, WV)

BALTIMORE - Rick Dutrow Jr. insisted there was no specialmotivation to wear this specific hat.

The cap was simply available for the trainer's trip to the barn.Still, the message on his hat conveyed the same thought on the mindsof all those racing fans who saw Big Brown dominate the Preakness:

Triple Crown.

Two down, Big Brown. One more to go.

No one believes the big bay colt can win the Belmont and claimracing's first Triple Crown in 30 years more than his blunt and boldtrainer.

'If he comes out of it good and trains good, I'm not going to seea problem,' Dutrow said Sunday. 'He looks like he's ready.'

Big Brown had the stakes barn at Pimlico pretty much all tohimself Sunday, a day after jockey Kent Desormeaux rode him to a 51/4-length victory at the Preakness to set himself up for a TripleCrown try in three weeks. He heads to Belmont positioned to becomethe first horse to win the Triple Crown since Affirmed in 1978.

'Everybody is going to find out where he belongs,' Dutrow said.'If he wins this next race, he's going to be up there with any goodhorse that has ever run. He'll be in the same breath as Secretariat,Affirmed, all those good ones.'

All those horses were tested. Big Brown has yet to find a coltthat can push him down the stretch.

Secretariat had Sham. Affirmed had Alydar.

Big Brown has no true rival. Dutrow has openly maligned thetalent of the rest of the 3-year-old field and no other horse hascome close to pushing Big Brown to the limit. That's just fine byDutrow.

'I don't want anybody to come out of the woodwork and start arivalry,' Dutrow said. 'I like things just the way they are.'

One colt that could derail the Triple Crown bid is Casino Drive.

Casino Drive waits at the Belmont as the wild card in Big Brown'sride toward immortality. Japan-based Casino Drive won the Peter PanStakes at Belmont by 53/4 lengths in his second career start withDesormeaux aboard. Casino Drive won his only other race in Japan by111/2 lengths.

Casino Drive is related by blood to the last two Belmont winners,Jazil and Rags to Riches.

'He's the only one that can even entertain Big Brown's stride,'said Desormeaux, who will ride Big Brown in the Belmont. 'He canrun. He's a nice horse.'

In typical Dutrow bravado, he said he'd love to own Casino Drive -but said the import can't beat Big Brown.

'What I saw of him, he doesn't have that quick turn, where hejust turns it on,' Dutrow said.

Big Brown might have to turn it on at the demanding 11/2-mileBelmont. Smarty Jones (2004), Funny Cide (2003), War Emblem (2002)and Point Given (2001) are among the more recent horses to win thefirst two jewels of the Triple Crown series, then fall short at the'Test of Champions.'

'The way he's been running his last two races, it certainlydoesn't seem like the mile-and-a-half is an obstacle, but you neverknow,' Dutrow said. 'But I'm not afraid of the distance.'

Don't bet the stable on this, but winning the 12th Triple Crownin history might end Big Brown's career.

IEAH Stables co-owner Michael Iavarone has said Big Brown won'trace as a 4-year-old, and Saturday's multimillion dollar deal withThree Chimneys Farm in Midway, Ky., for the colt to stand at studcould possibly lead to his retirement after the Belmont.

Dutrow, however, expects Big Brown to race in the Travers Stakesand the Breeders' Cup Classic. Dutrow would love a showdown withCurlin, last year's Preakness winner, at the Breeders' Cup, whichoffers hope for fans to enjoy Big Brown for at least a few moremonths.

Then again, Smarty Jones' owners wanted their red chestnut coltto keep racing as a 4-year-old until a bruised left front hoof madePat and Roy Chapman retire him two months after he lost the Belmont.

No sense in jeopardizing the horse's health - or a big bucks deal- with a horrific misstep.

Big Brown deftly has avoided any rough spots. Desormeaux didn'teven need his whip Saturday and twice sneaked a peek down thestretch to see if anyone was gaining on Big Brown. The victory wasnearly as easy as the 43/4-length margin two weeks earlier at theKentucky Derby.

'It almost looked like a replay of the Kentucky Derby,'Desormeaux said.

Dutrow slept for only a couple of hours because of a Saturdaynight spent celebrating. Those extra winks can wait. Dutrow opted tohit Pimlico early Sunday morning to visit his prized colt instead ofsleeping in.

Big Brown will be shipped Monday morning to New York.

Then the real fun - and big city pressure - begins.

'I'm ready for anything,' Dutrow said. 'As long as the horse isOK, nothing else matters.'

Dutrow will wait about two weeks before Big Brown gets a lightworkout again and will stick to the same plan of letting the colthit the track for a short run through the stretch the morning of therace.

Every move Dutrow made so far has worked to perfection. No sensechanging direction now.

'Everybody wants to see something great,' Dutrow said. 'Maybewe're going to see that. It would be a lot of fun.'

пятница, 5 октября 2012 г.

MOVERS & SHAKERS: Bill Burges - Campaigns & Elections

Bill Burges, president of Burges & Surges Strategists, a Democratic general consulting firm based in Cleveland, OH.

Career Background

'I've spent the last 20 years building a terrific team at a regional community, political, and educational consulting company 'they said could never happen.' Before that: teacher, researcher, author, planner, college dean and vice president.'

Personal

'Bachelor's, Colby College; Masters and Doctorate, Boston University. Great wife, brilliant grown son and two terrific dogs. Politics: Lifelong Democrat and a 'liberal-leaning toward libertarian.' '

Claim to Fame

'Navigating Ohio's vicious undertow for schools, higher education, and other community institutions for 25 years.'

Best Day

'The day I married my future business partner and media director (in 1983 before there was a business).'

Worst Day

'9/11. I'm a native New Yorker and I think New Yorkers knew then that implications for America were incalculable.'

Ten Years From Now

'I'd like to be working with my colleagues to write the book on the politics of local public and educational administration. I hope to see a much better educated America, as the digital divide narrows. And ideally, I look forward to spending more time in the mountains, on the golf course and at the racetrack.'

Immediate Goals

'Keep winning for our clients. And stay healthy for our family and company.'

Political Heroes

Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., Ohio Justice Alice Robie Resnick

Secrets of Success

'Work on what you believe in because as Yoda said, 'Do or do not. There is no try.' Never get too high or too low, the situation is already changing. When your common sense fails, you're probably over thinking the problem.'

Biggest Gripe

'Those 'dumb smart' people who consistently overcomplicate situations.'

Predictions

'Single-payer national health care happens in the next 10 years, but....Most politics (and policy) becomes more local. War Emblem wins Breeder's Cup Classic in '02. Cheney dumps Bush in '04.'

Favorite Books

Seabiscuit by Laura Hillenbrand; The Autobiography of Malcolm X, as told to Alex Haley; The Power Broker by Robert Caro.

Favorite Movies

'Star Wars (A New Beginning),' 'The Hustler,' 'Remember the Titans.'

Best Moment in a Campaign

'Winning the impossible Cleveland Municipal School District levy in 1983 that launched our company.'

Worst Moment in a Campaign

'Just last year, an electronic phone bank we hired to make tens of thousands of GOTV calls in the Eastern Standard Time zone mistakenly made them on Pacific Standard Time - meaning people received GOTV calls at midnight and later. We won anyway, thank goodness, but the little things can kill you.'

If I Were President for a Day

четверг, 4 октября 2012 г.

Julia Styles - The Independent (London, England)

Champion of GP practice nurses and women's cancer campaigner

Julia Styles was a nurse from the valleys of South Wales. Awardedan MBE in the New Year's Honours for her work in healthcare inWales, she received the award just a month before she died. She leftschool without O-levels but eventually gained an MA from SwanseaUniversity, lecturing there and at the University of Glamorgan,becoming along the way a champion of practice nurses and thecontribution they could make to general practice. She also developedall-Wales training programmes for cervical screening.

Julia Jones was born in 1950 in Blackwood, South Wales, one ofseven children of the owner of an ice-cream business. She became anursing cadet as soon as she was old enough and trained for theassistant grade of State Enrolled Nurse at St James Hospital,Tredegar, while studying for O-levels at the same time.

She made the then-unusual career choice of becoming one of thefirst nurses in Wales in a family doctor's practice at Abertillery.She was eventually to develop the first academic programme forpractice nurses and the first electronic learning packages.

In 1971 she married Granville Styles, and while their threechildren were small she worked nights at Neville Hall hospital,later going to the University Hospital, Cardiff, to qualify as aState Registered Nurse. As soon as she was on the register, she wasawarded a scholarship to study part-time for a master's degree innursing at Swansea University.

She became assistant director for primary care at the Universityof Cardiff, a deputy director of the National Science course atSwansea University, and a lecturer at the University of Glamorgan.She joined the staff of the Royal College of Nursing, and was alwaysparticularly encouraging of mature students.

As head of nursing at Blaenau Gwent local health board, shetransformed nursing in Ebbw Vale. She initiated a partnership withthe University of Glamorgan with local courses being accredited.

It was while in this post, in 2007, that she became ill withovarian cancer. When, two years ago, funding was withdrawn fromspecialist cancer nurses, she campaigned and wrote to the HealthMinister.

The 500 mourners at her funeral at Mount Pleasant Baptist Church,Blackwood, where she had been baptised, were each given a daffodil -emblem of Marie Curie Cancer Care as well as the Welsh nationalflower.

Julia Styles was a good negotiator, who always had a plan. Herinterests outside nursing included line dancing and walking,particularly in the Gower Peninsula, and she was a member ofPontllanfraith Methodist Choir.

среда, 3 октября 2012 г.

Making kitsch from AIDS: a disease with a gift shop of its own. - Harper's Magazine

AIDS may be the first disease to have its own gift shop. Housed in the Workshop Building of the AIDS Memorial Quilt--the acres of fabric that commemorate the deaths of thousands of AIDS victims--Under One Roof is at the epicenter of the burgeoning industry of AIDS kitsch. Catering to an upscale clientele beaming with good intentions, the store, on Market Street in San Francisco's Castro District, peddles memento mori as shamelessly as tourist traps peddle souvenirs: 'Cuddle Wit' teddy bears that sport tasteful red ribbons; Keith Haring tote bags; and T-shirts stenciled with the words 'We're Cookin' Up Love for People With AIDS.' The boutique also sells a unique line of AIDS-related sympathy cards, including one picturing a seductive man leaning inconsolably against a tombstone angel. Inside an unctuous caption that smacks of an undertaker's condolences reads: 'I wonder at times why some are chosen to leave so soon. Then I remember who has left, and I know. God must have wanted them home because he missed them.' One of the store's best-selling items is a macabre coffee-table book of the Quilt itself, lavishly illustrated and presumably meant for bored guests to casually thumb through while ignoring the presentation of death as political knickknack.

Although Under One Roof donates its profits to a variety of AIDS-relief organizations, commercial businesses have not hesitated to wrap their products in the shroud of AIDS to promote their own merchandise. Benetton, in the early 1990s, placed in glossy magazines an ad that featured a skeletal male figure, obviously dying of AIDS. Stretched out in a hospital bed, beneath a print of Jesus Christ, he is attended by a sobbing father, who clutches him like a rag doll, and a grief-stricken another, who sits crumpled in despair. In the ad's left-hand comer several words sit quietly in mourning, like unbidden guests maintaining respectful silence in the company of the family's anguish; they read, 'United Colors of Benetton ... For the nearest Benetton store location call 1-800-535-4491.'

AIDS kitsch now appears in mind-numbing variety: as rap songs and safe-sex brochures, as the panel in the Quilt representing an enormous airmail envelope addressed to 'A Better Place,' and as Andre Durand's painting Votive Offering, which depicts an ethereal Princess Di, amid saints and bathed in celestial light, placing her hands on an emaciated AIDS patient while dying men in surrounding hospital beds strain at their dripping IVs as if pleading to touch the hem her skirt. AIDS has been so thoroughly sentimentalized that it inspires such publicity stunts as Elton John flying Ryan White to Disneyland or Miss America haunting AIDS wards, where she consoles dozens of victims like a beauty among lepers. Whoopi Goldberg has turned up at displays of the Quilt pushing around a man in a wheelchair, an image that serves as the allegorical emblem of the kitschification of AIDS; just as politicians dandle babies, so celebrities use patients in wheelchairs as props for photo opportunities that dramatize their generosity and humanitarianism. There now exists an entire social circuit of well-advertised benefits--like the dusk-to-dawn dance-a-thons held by New York City's Gay Men's Health Crisis--each of them masterminded by an expensive breed of charity-ball impresario. The events provide celebrities on the order of Marky Mark, Madonna, and Liza Minnelli with venues to shore up their credentials for tolerance or bolster their flagging careers.

Although terminal illnesses have often been sentimentalized--who can forget Love Story or Brian's Song?--the AIDS epidemic in particular encourages the production of kitsch, inviting the abuse of activists, yellow journalists, New Age healers, pop psychologists, holistic chiropractors, and Hollywood producers. Manufacturers of kitsch use gaudy cosmetics and stagy lighting to make the pathetic more pathetic, the sad sadder, transforming AIDS into a trite melodrama, a cozy bedtime story narrated in a teary singsong for the American public.

The proliferation of AIDS kitsch can be linked to the unusual conditions under which activists were initially forced to raise money for research, treatment, and education. Given the minimal federal response to the disease in the 1980s and the public's hostility to the epidemic's first casualties, homosexuals and IV drug users--activists used a barrage of cheap images specifically designed to elicit pity in order to persuade the private sector to bear the financial burden. The epidemic was sold to the public, like the red-ribbon paperweights and ruby brooches sold at Under One Roof. The marketing campaign has proved highly successful; last year the Gay Men's Health Crisis and the American Foundation for AIDS Research, two of the larger AIDS organizations, together raised more than $45 million.

The propaganda surrounding AIDS has embraced kitsch precisely because of the means by which the disease is transmitted. Because AIDS has ravaged communities of people toward whom Americans have shown little compassion, the marketing of the AIDS 'product' has involved considerable ingenuity, including a full-scale revision of the image of AIDS sufferers. Unlike less controversial illnesses, like multiple sclerosis or leukemia, AIDS is vulnerable to kitsch in part because of the urgent need to render the victim innocent. In order to thwart the demonization of gay men, activists have attempted to conceal sexual practices that the public at large finds unacceptable behind a counter-iconography that has the unfortunate side effect of filling the art and writings about AIDS with implausible caricatures of the victim as a beseeching poster child. The infantilization of the epidemic's victims has come to play an increasingly important role in AIDS propaganda, whether as the uplifting tendentiousness of a coloring book en. titled It's OK to Be ... Me: A Cool Book About Life and Being HIV+ or as the mawkishness of the songs of HIV-positive children on the album Answer the Call, where piping choruses of quavering sopranos recite such plaintive lines as 'We need love/We need compassion to live/ We've got hugs/We've got kisses to give.'

Among mainstream magazines, People has responded most strongly to the imperative to supply sanitized portraits of AIDS victims in the name of fostering an atmosphere of tolerance and understanding. The magazine played a pivotal role in the beatification of Ryan White, whom its editors transformed into a living Hallmark card, a modem version of Dickens's Tiny Tim wasting away on the hearth, racked by chills and a hacking cough. People's bathetic accounts included tear-jerking scenes of mother and son kneeling in bedside prayer, and seemed to relish the gruesome decay of his frail body, which was described in prurient detail, from his dainty feet in 'huge, furry |Bigfoot' slippers' to 'his tiny blue fingers,' which he constantly warmed over the coils of his mother's electric stove. White appeared in People's frequent profiles as an anachronistic piece of Victoriana, a poetic wraith who enjoyed wandering among the tombstones of his future burial place, the cemetery in Cicero, Indiana, which he preferred hands down--or so we were told--to the cheerless plots of Kokomo, the home of those despicable bigots who railroaded him from their ranks because of his disease.

Almost from the inception of the epidemic, AIDS propagandists have found themselves in a peculiar moral bind. On the one hand, they attempt to elicit compassion by portraying the victims of the disease as seraphic innocents, as Sylvia Golstaub does in her memoir, Unconditional Love, when, after returning to Florida from her son's funeral, she imagines that she sees him soaring like an angel outside of the window of the plane, waving his hand and saying, 'Hi Mom! Hi Dad! Don't Worry! Be Happy!' At the same time, the epidemic's salesmen must avoid portraying HIV-positive people as bedridden invalids unable to fight for their own interests. Those who die are often embalmed in their obituaries in heroic cliches: 'foot soldiers in the war against AIDS' who die after 'beautiful battles' and 'long and courageous struggles,' exhibiting 'tenacious spirit' and a 'brave refusal to surrender.' The representation of the AIDS victim thus oscillates between two extremes of stylization: the childish image of the guiltless martyr clutchug his teddy bear and warming 'his tiny blue fingers,' and the 'empowered' image of the stouthearted hero whose gutsy brinkmanship in the face of death is held up as a model of unshakable resolve and pitiless optimism--a punitively high standard of behavior, it should be noted, for people suffering from a deadly disease.

If the propaganda of AIDS. activists targets the housewife in Topeka, another variety of kitsch addresses the AIDS victim himself. It is he who buys the distinct and highly 'niched' line of the AIDS product sold by marketers exploiting not the lucrative emotion of pity but the more profitable one of panic. Taking advantage of the desperation of people grasping at straws, New Age healers and human-potential gurus have rushed to fill the void created by the failure of traditional medicine to resolve every health crisis it encounters. AIDS has been overrun with kitsch also because it has breathed new life into moribund New Age fads. Channelers now serve as conduits for the pronouncements of ancient 'Beings of Disincarnate Intelligence,' who, in certain circles, are touted as leading AIDS experts. Kevin Ryerson, for instance, is a 'fully accredited' clairvoyant who channels a spirit known simply as Spirit, a sagacious entity who advises victims of the epidemic to tune their unbalanced chakras like musical instruments, using as a basis not '|C' of the major scale, but |B,' and to proceed up the scale from there to A flat [since] this pitch is closer to the |A' of 438 vibrations per second which is the note that is sounded if one strikes the sarcophagus in the King's Chamber of the Great Pyramid.' Spirit also encourages AIDS sufferers to buy his friend's meditation tapes.

The loss of faith in conventional medicine has generated intense nostalgia for a pre-medical era of witch doctors and medicine men. Contemporary internists have been rejected and replaced by anachronistic figures decked out in the costumes of modern medievalism-magicians and alchemists who perform primitive rituals. One of the masterpieces of AIDS kitsch, the independent film Men in Love, is suffused with the longing for an Edenic world without science, a peaceful land of docile lotus-eaters where grieving Californians spurn traditional medicine for moonlit healing circles in Maui at which they don grass skirts, mutter incantations, and dance like savages around a bonfire.

Even more appalling is the mindless optimism of the self-help and human-potential movements. A bizarre dissonance occurs when the bleak prognosis for the victims of the disease collides with the indiscriminately happy-go-lucky, can-do attitudes of pop psychology's euphoric rhetoric, a dissonance perhaps best expressed in the testimonials by gay men with AIDS who deny the imminence of their death and even claim that the disease is, as one Bay Area patient put it in an interview in the San Francisco Examiner, 'the most wonderful thing that ever happened in my life.' This remarkable statement is echoed in a letter that a disciple of the reigning messiah of alternative medicine, Louise Hay, wrote to an anthropmorphized image of his disease:

Dear AIDS,

For so long now I've been angry with you for being

part of my life. I feel like you have violated my

being. The strongest emotion thus far in our relationship

has been anger!!

But now I choose to see you in a different light.

I no longer hate you or feel angry with you. I realize

now that you have become a positive force in

my life. You are a messenger who has brought me

a new understanding of life and myself. So I thank

you, forgive you, and release you.

Never before has anyone given me such great opportunity

... Because of you I have learned to love

myself, and as a result I love and am loved by others.

I am now in touch with parts of my being that

I never knew existed. I have grown spiritually and

intellectually since your arrival .... So again I thank

you for giving me this opportunity to have insight

into my life. How could I not forgive you, when so

many positive experiences have come from your

visit.

But you have also led me to the realization that

you have no power over me. I am the power in my

world.

With love,

Paul

In the self-help treatment guide Immune Power, Dr. Jon D. Kaiser even advises his clients to open up a regular correspondence with their virus. The patient, playing the role of the disease, writes back like a pen pal or a well-bred guest to thank its 'hosts' 'for sharing your feelings with me' '[that l] have overstayed [my] welcome,' adding that 'I appreciate your thoughts and I am not offended by the bluntness of your attitude toward me.'

The banal euphemisms of pop psychology have turned much of the self-help literature on the epidemic into black comedy. Prophets like Hay and Kaiser attempt to incorporate their clients' illnesses into their upbeat programs for self-actualization, as if the disease were simply another hurdle to be surmounted in the quest for personal growth. The demagogues of what might be called the 'empathy industry' promote the notion that we have full control of our lives, that there is no problem so overwhelming that a simple act of self-assertion will not ultimately lead to its resolution. The modem therapeutic paradigms from which AIDS profiteers derive their methods thus fail spectacularly to acknowledge tragedy and refuse to admit that anything could evade the resourcefulness of the human will.

Given the abundance of kitsch generated from AIDS profiteering, it is surprising that the genre in which you might expect to find kitsch remains relatively free of it: fiction. It is not that such authors as David Feinberg, Edmund White, Paul Monette, Robert Ferro, John Weir, and Christopher Coe are (or were) actually all that good; they simply avoid being all that bad. Their novels present few overwrought scenes of tearful bedside farewells, shocking expulsions by heartless parents of their ailing children, or much of the melodrama that so appeals to American tastes. (Not incidentally, perhaps, these novels have never hit the best-seller list.) In fact, it is precisely the fear of sentimentality that defines the fiction about AIDS and makes the literary depictions of the epidemic case studies in authorial restraint. Fiction writers' fear of kitsch is so strong that contemporary literature is in many ways immune to the tragedy of AIDS, inoculated against it by a tendency toward flippant ironizing, like the compulsive jocularity found in John Weir's The Irreversible Decline of Eddie Socket. Here, the dying protagonist struts and poses through his illness, embracing theatrical attitudes he self-consciously plagiarizes from Hollywood B films, like the addled femme fatale in Manuel Puig's Kiss of the Spider Woman.

Where AIDS novelists fear to tread, however, journalists and docudramatists go without hesitation, demonstrating a ghoulish fascination for the narrative richness of the disease. In accounts as different as Dominique Lapierre's 'epic story' Beyond Love, an absurd potboiler that turns the history of AIDS into a soap opera, and Randy Shilts's And the Band Played On, the journalism about the epidemic is paradoxically far more fictional than the fiction. The reporting relies on the need to invent scenes, re-create internal monologues, manufacture suspense, devise artful foreshadowings, and evoke menacing atmospheres. The mainstream media have found these methods so profitable that their impulse to novelize the disease has prevailed over their obligation to document it.

Nowhere do the kitschifying effects of narrative appear more clearly than in the HBO movie version of And the Band Played On, itself a tissue of reconstructed dialogues and internal soliloquies. Common sense might suggest that the book should have been interpreted as documentary, with footage from newsreels and interviews; instead, Hollywood created a fictional reenactment with an all-star cast headed by a soulful Richard Gere, an earthy Lily Tomlin, and a brooding Ian McKellen--slow death as entertainment.

While telling the story of the epidemic, journalists have often given readers an improbably intimate point of view. Assuming the perspective of an omniscient third-person narrator, reporters minimize our awareness of the necessarily secondhand nature of the facts they convey, allowing us to imagine that we are viewing the scene through a hidden camera. Thus, for instance, we are literally in the hospital when the grief-stricken wife described in the Ladies' Home Journal article entitled 'AIDS & Marriage: What Every Wife Must Know' paces frantically up and down the echoing corridor keeping 'a silent and solitary vigil' before her dying husband's quarantined room. Likewise, we become eavesdroppers in the mobile home--indeed, in the very mind--of the victim of the bigoted Southern town portrayed in U.S. News & World Report's article 'AIDS: When Fear Takes Charge,' who prays as a teenager for God to make him straight ('|Please, dear Lord, change me,' Steve prayed nightly, as he lay in bed as a youth his father's trailer').

Where the media have sold the epidemic as lurid melodrama, as medical theme park, or as morbid peep show, the organizers of the AIDS Memorial Quilt have sold their product as a nostalgic piece of folk art. The Quilt, a patchwork of cloth that can be visited like a grave site or a war memorial, is an extraordinary and often moving device that is in part intended to manipulate the way the disease is judged by the uninfected. Just as activists attempt to make the disease appealing to the consumer by counteracting homophobic stereotypes with desexed images of AIDS martyrs, so the Quilt wraps the epidemic's infantilized victims in what amounts to a macabre security blanket, an ideological shield. According to Cleve Jones, the Quilt's founder, this embodiment of 'pure good,' which emanates 'coziness, humanity and warmth,' 'touch[es] people's hearts with something that is so pure and so clear in its message' that it creates an outpouring of compassion that helps fight discrimination.

We are meant to discuss this sacrosanct artifact in hushed tones of reverence, but in fact the Quilt is the sublime expression of AIDS kitsch. It evokes nostalgia for a simpler, more innocent time, a pastoral world of buggies and butter churns--an America that never existed. 'From our earliest days,' the jacket copy of the coffee-table book The Quik proclaims, 'the quilt and the quilting bee have been part of American life.' Jones, his 'eyes glisten[ing] with both sadness and pride,' with the 'tears that flow constantly,' describes the Quilt--whose panels are individually stitched by the friends and families of those who have died of AIDS--as 'a way for survivors to work through their grief in a positive, creative way.' 'We sew and ... cry and ... hold each other,' a Quilt volunteer explains. Thus the merchants of the disease place its primary commemorative monument within the context of a wholesome tradition of American history, to create a kind of faux antique, the memento of an apocryphal Arcadia. In this mythic, prelapsarian America, AIDS sheds its stigma as the scourge of depraved homosexuals and is endowed instead with the integrity of our industrious Pilgrim forefathers. Nostalgia, the longing for a legendary, small-town America, is a fundamental component of AIDS kitsch, and the selling of the Quilt obeys one of the primary rules of marketing: the romanticization of handmade goods. The Quilt effectively exudes an aura of the homestead, of kindly old grannies in bifocals and bonnets stitching up a storm, plying a trade that harks back to the naive primitivism of American Gothic.

The images of folk art also provide a substitute for the iconography of the Christian Church. Almost from the onset of the disease, AIDS propagandists have urged us to vent our pent-up grief as part of a regular program of mental hygiene, as well as a means of publicizing the tragedy and rallying new supporters to the cause. Therapists, members of the activist group ACT UP, and other leaders of the gay community now teach us that the suppression of sorrow and rage is both psychologically damaging and politically retrograde, at once interfering with the 'grieving process' and encouraging passivity and resignation.

вторник, 2 октября 2012 г.

'Boot camp buddies' move on. - Worthington Daily Globe (Worthington, MN)

Byline: Kari Lucin

Sep. 2--WORTHINGTON -- They are the best of the best, proud possessors of the Eagle, Globe and Anchor, topped with the motto 'Semper Fidelis' -- the emblem of the U.S. Marine Corps.

Jonathan Sickmeyer and Jesus Sanchez, both 2008 graduates of Worthington High School, joined the ranks of 'the few, the proud' to become U.S. Marines, graduating from boot camp Aug. 22.

'I personally wanted to serve this country and repay this country for what it's given me and my family,' Sanchez said of his decision to enlist.

The two men were co-workers at Hy-Vee when they realized they both intended to join the Marine Corps after graduating from high school.

They then signed up as 'boot camp buddies,' a system allowing people to stay together throughout boot camp, allowing them to encourage each other and adjust to their new lives more easily.

Sickmeyer, the son of James and Genie Sickmeyer of Worthington, always wanted to go into the military, and opted for the Marine Corps because it is considered the best of the best and offers the toughest training.

And the training was tough.

'They try to break you in any way they can,' Sanchez said.

'To build you back up into Marines,' Sickmeyer added.

Physical strength was not enough to get by, either -- boot camp demanded from the prospective Marines a high level of mental resilience and the ability to cope with constant challenges.

'Discipline -- discipline above all,' Sanchez said, describing what he learned from his time at boot camp. 'It shows you how to keep your bearing. Honor, courage, and commitment.'

Marine boot camp is divided into three phases that last a total of 13 weeks. The first week is called 'receiving,' during which the recruits work on their medical records, bank accounts and wills. Then the work begins.

'The first phase is mentally challenging. They're always screaming at you, seeing how you'll react,' Sickmeyer said. 'In the second phase there's more responsibility, and if you screw up they'll get on you a little harder.'

Sanchez, the son of Marisela Sanchez of Worthington, compared it to the difference between a high school freshman and a high school senior.

Four men in their platoon of 72 did not graduate to become Marines, with health issues holding a few back and another stopped by a failed test, which he will be allowed to attempt again in a different company. One man quit.

Although Sickmeyer, Sanchez and their brother-Marines graduated Aug. 22, they became Marines earlier, after they passed through the Crucible -- a grueling 54-hour test of obstacles, challenges and hikes, which must be completed while carrying a 90- to 95-pound pack.

The Crucible culminated in a charge up 'The Reaper,' a mile-high hill shaped like a sickle. The men were told that when they reached the top of that hill, they would be considered Marines.

'I never realized how physically, your body could get tired,' Sickmeyer said, recalling the long trip up the hill. 'You'd see guys passing out left and right. I started seeing little red lights.'

Even at the top of the hill, where they received an apple and a Gatorade -- 'the best thing in your life,' Sickmeyer said -- and became Marines, the trial wasn't over. They still had to go back down, considered the harder of the two trips by many of the new U.S. Marines.

'You've completed the toughest training the U.S. has to offer. It's a great feeling,' Sickmeyer recalled. 'You almost feel like you could do it again.'

Their families and friends are also proud of Sanchez and Sickmeyer.

'My mom personally said she was the proudest on earth. I was first in my family to graduate... it made me a better person. It opened doors,' Sanchez said.

After the long months of boot camp, from May 22 to Aug. 22, Sanchez and Sickmeyer will finally be separated in their careers when they report in at Camp Pendleton, Calif., again Tuesday. Sickmeyer will attend infantry training, and Sanchez will go to combat training and learn construction and remodeling.

Neither is sure yet if he wants to become a career Marine or exit the service after the first four years of duty. They expect to be deployed to either Iraq or Afghanistan after they finish the rest of their training.

'They're big on integrity,' Sickmeyer said.

'On doing the right thing, even when no one is looking,' Sanchez agreed. 'We try to set an example and just be the best.'

Sickmeyer advised anyone interested in joining the Marines to listen carefully to what instructors say and listen and obey them.

'If you don't have a path, the Marine Corps is the best place to go to show you a path,' Sanchez agreed. 'I'm proud to be called a Marine, a devil dog.'

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понедельник, 1 октября 2012 г.

Cautious Hoteliers Converting Existing Properties, Not Building New Ones. (Originated from The Orange County Register, Calif.) - Knight Ridder/Tribune Business News

Dec. 7--In the twilight of the struggle to nurse the hotel industry back to health, some glimmerings of hope are visible from Andy Theodorou's office at the Holiday Inn Express in Santa Ana.

Engaged in perhaps the greatest challenge of his 22-year hotel career, Theodorou is trying to resurrect the 10-story hotel, acquired last year by Los Angeles-based Chicksands Corp. and converted in May to a Holiday Inn Express.

It is the fifth 'flag' the 150-room hotel has worn in its 20-year life and its third in the past five years; changes that reflect the hard-scrabble life to which the recession has consigned many hotels. In Orange County, the recession caught the industry just as the last nails were being driven on an expansion that added 100 hotels, bringing the total to 382 and unleashing ferocious competition.

How to grow in such a market? 'There is no lending money around and no one is building anything, so there is a lot of reflagging,' said Melissa Mills, who tracks hotel occupancy and room rates in Southern California for Los Angeles-based PKF Consulting.

Consider: New Jersey-based Days Inn opened a new hotel somewhere in the world almost every day last year, 93 percent of them conversions.

Choice Hotels of Maryland hopes to add 3,300 hotels in the next eight years, upping its worldwide total to 10,000.

Holiday Inn hopes to nearly double its Holiday Inn Express chain to 200 locations by the end of next year.

Holiday Inn Express is Atlanta-based Holiday Inn's fewer-frills nameplate, with Expresses typically lacking a restaurant and bar.

Theodorou is betting his career that Holiday Inn Express will be the winning emblem for his hotel, which is on East First Street near the Santa Ana (I-5) Freeway. The building was erected 20 years ago as a Royale Inn, then became a Howard Johnson's, then a Ramada Inn, and then a Days Inn. Chicksands spent $2 million refurbishing the building before putting up the Holiday Inn Express banner.

The building may get yet another banner next year. Chicksands is considering connecting the adjacent restaurant to the hotel, a move that will enable the hotel to become a full-fledged Holiday Inn.

Fueling the scramble for flags has been a near street brawl among hotel companies for business. 'Competition is so stiff that if you are selling a room for $50, a competitor will sell at $49,' said Theodorou.

That's being reflected in the price of hotel sales, which fell 5 percent through the nine months of 1993. California's lingering recession and the sale of foreclosed properties contributed to the downturn, said the Hotel & Motel Brokers of America.

Through August, average room rates in Orange County were off 1.5 percent compared with the prior year, according to PKF Consulting.

That competition has meant travelers to Southern California get some of the best hotel bargains in the nation. For hoteliers, it has meant extremely

rely surviving,' Theodorou said.

That may be an exaggeration, but in recent months, at least four county hotels have trudged into bankruptcy court, bearing petitions for reorganizations.

Elsewhere in the country, more lights are coming on in dark hotel rooms, fueling hopes for a recovery that soon will spread to California.

Occupancy at U.S. hotels neared pre-recessionary levels for the first half of the year, according to the recently completed Host Report, a semi- annual publication of Arthur Andersen & Co., the accounting firm.

Average room occupancy rose 1.8 percent, to 62.4 percent in the first half of 1993.

However small, those gains are prompting executives in the $61 billion hotel industry to begin whispering about building again.

Southern California's hotel industry probably was the hardest hit in the nation by the recesssion, said Bill Weatherford, Choice Hotel's regional vice president for development. 'California is recovering ever so slowly,' he said. Enough, though, that the company is considering new construction again in California.

Theodorou won't want to hear that. Showing a visitor a room, he fusses over a lampshade turned so the seam is visible to guests. The current $39 room rate is a 'gimmick' the property can't long sustain, he acknowledges.

But with few experts predicting real recovery in the hotel industry before 1995, can the Holiday Inn Express hold on that long?

воскресенье, 30 сентября 2012 г.

WINNERS' CIRCLE - The Boston Globe (Boston, MA)

Joe McGinniss made his reputation while still in his 20s with 'TheSelling of the President, 1968,' his account of the public-relationsmakeover given Richard Nixon by Republican strategists for hispresidential campaign. Since then McGinniss, 61, has become evenbetter known notorious, actually for three fat, controversialbestsellers: the true-crime excavations 'Fatal Vision' and 'BlindFaith,' and his early '90s look at this state's senior senator, 'TheLast Brother: The Rise and Fall of Teddy Kennedy.'

'Fatal Vision' famously begat a book of its own Janet Malcolm's'The Journalist and the Murderer,' which used McGinniss as the posterboy for journalists' willingness to mislead and exploit sources andthe Kennedy book was widely denounced for taking liberties withprivate thoughts and conversations of Kennedy's that McGinnissallegedly could never have had access to.

It may be no surprise, then, that lately McGinniss seems to havebeen going out of his way to avoid such controversy, by choosing lessambitious, quasi-autobiographical projects and focusing hisundeniable skills as a storyteller on two sports, soccer and horseracing, that are generally off the radar of most Americans.

'The Big Horse' is the second of these, and it's a nicely matchedpairing of author and subject matter. McGinniss was a horse-racingbuff throughout his young manhood. The second book of his career wasa novel about the sport, set at Hialeah, Fla., and he'd begun work ona nonfiction book on horse racing in 1971 that he set aside suddenlywhen his father was diagnosed with a fatal brain tumor.

McGinniss's decision to spend last year's August racing season atthe famous track in Saratoga, N.Y., was that of a 60-year-old manreturning to an old flame. The sport itself, meanwhile, had changed agreat deal in the intervening three decades, and was now in danger ofsputtering out. As McGinniss puts it: 'By 2003, horse racing was nolonger a vibrant part of America's sporting scene, but rather a fadedrelic of a bygone age. Far more people would go to a movie about ahorse that raced more than fifty years ago than would watch a realhorse race.'

That 'Seabiscuit' summer was also the one in which Kentucky Derbywinner Funny Cide was slated for a highly anticipated rematch withEmpire Maker at Saratoga. So McGinniss rented a cottage for thesummer and settled in to research his long-delayed Saratoga book.What he hadn't expected was meeting P. G. Johnson, the shrewd, plain-talking Hall of Fame trainer, now 78, who becomes his book's maincharacter.

As a result, this little volume turns out to be several books inone. It's part autobiography, with McGinniss describing how herebelled against his mother's notion of horse tracks being even moresordid than what she called 'gin mills.' ('In response, I developedan extravagant fantasy life, in which I lived in a gin mill next to aracetrack, dividing my time equally between them.') By the time hegot to college in Central Massachusetts, he was hitting tracks fromSaratoga to Suffolk Downs whenever possible.

The book is also part evaluation of the current health of horseracing, with McGinniss offering nine specific reasons that hardlyanyone comes to the track anymore. One biggie: 'More efficient andfaster-paced means of gambling (and not only on horses) became widelyavailable to the common man.' Another: 'Most of the people who usedto go to the racetrack were dead.'

The most satisfying part of the book is the condensed history ofAmerican horse racing that emerges from McGinniss's capsule life ofJohnson, much of it told in P.G.'s own voice as McGinniss apparentlymakes like Studs Terkel with a tape recorder. The Johnson-narratedchapters describe how he went from his beginnings in horse racing asa Chicago teenager to building himself a career as a trainer andbreeder, specializing in matching less-than-perfect horses withpromise to create talented progeny on the cheap.

Johnson's top achievement in that line is Volponi, the big horseof the book's title. On October 26, 2002, Volponi had won the annualBreeders' Cup Classic, besting that year's Kentucky Derby winner, WarEmblem, and overcoming odds of roughly 40 to 1 against him. Johnson'sshare of the $4 million purse was more than $2 million, Volponi wasthought to be likely to fetch as much as $8 million when Johnson soldhim for stud work, and Johnson had the added satisfaction of theevent having been held for the first time that year at ArlingtonPark, Ill., outside his hometown. It was a story fit for Hollywood,and Disney actually came along and optioned the screen rights to it.

The narrative tension in McGinniss's book is in seeing whetherVolponi can score another big win at the 2003 Saratoga Breeders' CupHandicap or afterward. For all Johnson's high hopes and confidence inhis big horse, McGinniss tells us, in horse racing 90 percent of thegame is disappointment.

McGinniss propels his story along with casual charm. Hisreporting, in fact, will likely be too casual for some. He covers acouple of Volponi's more important races by TV and cellphone, whereasmost authors would be expected to bestir themselves to do so inperson. He also passes along rumors about a rival trainer dopinghorses without bothering to investigate matters himself, other thanquoting the trainer's offhand denial of those rumors at a pressconference.

суббота, 29 сентября 2012 г.

OBIT - MATTHEWS, WILLIAM BOYDEN JR. - The Roanoke Times (Roanoke, VA)

William Boyden Matthews Jr., 73, died at his home in Blacksburg,Virginia, on Monday, October 6, 2008. A native of Patrick County,Virginia, he was born on December 20, 1934, in Claudville, and wasthe son of the late William Boyden Matthews Sr. and Dora WatsonMatthews.A standout athlete in both baseball and basketball, hegraduated valedictorian of the class of 1952 at Blue Ridge HighSchool in Ararat, Virginia. While a student, he was very active inthe Future Farmers of America, and his many projects includedpoultry, beef and dairy cattle as well as tobacco, corn and alfalfa.He participated in FFA public speaking competitions, winning severalcontests. In 1952 he was a member of the FFA Dairy Judging Team,representing the state of Virginia at the national competition inWaterloo, Iowa, where he was awarded a 'golden emblem.' That sameyear he was named the 'The Virginia State Star Farmer,' based on hisrecord in farming, leadership and scholarship. In 1953 he receivedFFAs highest degree, that of 'American Farmer,' at the 25th AnnualNational Convention of FFA in Kansas City, Missouri.In the fall of1952 he enrolled as a freshman at his beloved Virginia PolytechnicInstitute in Blacksburg and remained a part of the Hokie Nation forthe rest of his life. His first two years at Tech were on anacademic scholarship, and he completed his undergraduate work withan athletic scholarship in basketball. He became a four-year starteron the basketball team, setting school records in scoring andrebounding. He served three consecutive years as captain of thebasketball team and was voted to the All-State and All-SouthernConference teams. In his senior year he was named Virginias statebasketball player of the year.Mr. Matthews majored in agriculturaleducation at Tech and was a member of Omicron Delta Kappa (ODK)leadership fraternity and the Phi Kappa Phi academic fraternity. In1956 he graduated with a bachelor of science degree.In that sameyear, he began what would be a lifetime commitment to Virginia Techby accepting a position as a graduate assistant coach on thebasketball team while pursuing a masters degree in animal nutritionunder a research fellowship from the university. At the end of 1956,he accepted an offer to become Virginia Techs first full-timeassistant mens basketball coach under head coach Chuck Noe.Following the departure of Coach Noe in 1962, Mr. Matthews was namedhead coach. In his first game as the Hokie head coach, the teamdefeated the University of Kentucky on their home court inLexington. It marked the only time in the legendary career ofWildcats Coach Adolph Rupp that one of his teams lost a home opener.In 1964 he became the assistant athletic director, and in 1974 hewas named Associate Athletic Director. At various times his dutiesincluded coaching freshman baseball and the golf team (hesuccessfully coached golf for 11 years) as well as overseeingoperations for the athletic department. In his later years he becamea full-time real estate agent and developer in partnership with hisson at University Realty, Blacksburg.Following the death of hismother, Mr. Matthews moved his church membership from Unity Churchin Claudville to Blacksburg Baptist Church, where he had attendedsince 1952.In September 1993 he was honored with induction into theVirginia Tech Athletic Hall of Fame. Although he chose athletics fora career, he never lost his love of farming. He kept a herd of beefcattle until health issues forced him to phase out that activity.Work on the farm was always a pleasure and a refuge from stress in ademanding business world.In addition to his parents, he was alsopreceded in death by his double first cousin, who was reared as hissister, Maydee Watson Mitchell.Surviving are his wife of 55 years,Helen Anderson Matthews, Blacksburg; one daughter, Jane MatthewsJones and her husband, Charles Morgan Jones, Blacksburg; three sons,William Phillip Matthews, Timothy Dale Matthews and his wife. LondaEvans Matthews, Blacksburg, Eric Samuel Matthews and his wife, AlexaHendley Matthews, Dunkirk, Maryland; six grandchildren, WilliamPierce Matthews, Katherine Frances Matthews, Morgan Ross Jones,Mallory Jayne Jones, Blacksburg, Griffin Paul Matthews and ElliotJames Matthews, Dunkirk, Maryland; one double first cousin/sister,Georgie Watson Anderson, Claudville, Virginia.The funeral serviceswill held 2 p.m. Thursday, October 9, 2008, at Blacksburg BaptistChurch with Dr. Tommy McDearis and Dr. Don McKinney officiating.Interment will follow at the Memorial Gardens of New RiverValley.The family will receive friends at McCoy Funeral Home from 6to 8 p.m. on Wednesday, October 8, 2008.In lieu of flowers,donations may be made to Blacksburg Baptist Churchs CapitalCampaign, 550 North Main Street, Blacksburg, Virginia 24060.

пятница, 28 сентября 2012 г.

Party time for friends who like to get the bird; This year marks the 70th anniversary of the West Midlands Bird Club which began as a group of five who met to talk about their hobby but now has some 2,000 members. - Sunday Mercury (Birmingham, England)

IT'S hardly surprising that 'the ruddy duck affair' ruffled a few feathers in the placid world of birdwatching.

For 25 years the handsome little duck had been the blameless emblem of the West Midlands Bird Club.

Then suddenly other bird-lovers wanted it shot at dawn for being too promiscuous.

The problem was that the ruddy ducks had been flitting over to Spain and breeding with their rare white-headed cousins. According to the purists that was just not on and the ruddies had to go.

The Midlanders were unusually vociferous over what they saw as the avian equivalent of ethnic cleansing by those who wanted to wipe out their mascot.

But the bird club is not normally a noisy organisation by nature, preferring to get on with its own affairs without making waves, which is why most people may not know that it has made a tremendous contribution to the wildlife of the Midlands.

'We are not just a bunch of nutty birdwatchers. People take us very seriously,' said Alan Richards, doyen of Midland ornithologists and bird club stalwart.

This year the West Midlands Bird Club really does have something to make a fuss about - its 70th birthday.

It all began in 1929 with five friends getting together in Edgbaston to chat about birds and that's the way it stayed for a long time.

The original quintet asked a few friends to join but by 1935 there were still only 15 of them.

Only after the end of the war in 1945 when the doors were thrown wide did the club really begin to expand until today it has 2,000 members with branches in Birmingham, Stafford, Solihull and Tamworth.

Comedian Bill Oddie, who has just been elected president, said: 'I can honestly say that the West Midlands Bird Club provided the incentive for all my birdwatching throughout my so-called formative years in the 1950s and 1960s.

'It was widely acknowledged then to be the biggest and best bird club in the country. It still is.'

Bill began his own birdwatching career around Bartley reservoir on the outskirts of Birmingham. He went on to be one of The Goodies and is now a celebrity birdwatcher.

Alan Richards has also made a career out of birds as a respected author and owner of Aquila, one of the country's premier wildlife picture libraries.

Alan, from Studley, Warwickshire, is now 66 and has been associated with the club for 50 years -17 of them as chairman.

Perhaps the biggest contribution that the club has made to ornithology is its annual reports, stretching back to 1934.

'We take great care and we know the information is right. It's not just any old rubbish,' Alan said.

This painstaking record of what has been seen and where provides the solid scientific data that produced Birds of the West Midlands in 1980, a book now due for a millennium update.

The reports chart every little change. The once common song thrush is now rare, for instance, while newcomers like common terns are well established at Kingsbury Water Park. And would those five pioneers have ever imagined that one day there would be peregrine falcons flying round Birmingham city centre?

The club also has a full programme of field trips and indoor meetings and produces regular bulletins to keep members in touch with what's going on.

Bird club volunteers also run major reserves at the Staffordshire reservoirs of Blithfield and Belvide, while the Ladywalk reserve, established in the very shadow of the old Ham's Hall power station near Coleshill, has turned an industrial wasteland into a haven for little ringed plovers that occasionally resounds to the boom of the rare bittern.

Alan said: 'Birding has changed since I began. You just used to just watch birds but now it's all pagers and hotlines and twitching.

'For some people it has become highly competitive, rushing to see as many species as possible. I like to see a rare bird as much as anyone but I've never been a twitcher.

'It's a pretty narrow sphere of interest and not many people have the time or the money to rush off to Shetland one day and the Scillies the next.

'It costs as much to do that as to pay to go abroad and see dozens of the same bird in their natural habitat.'

Ruefully, he admits that it is harder these days to get people involved in the routine work of compiling surveys and reports and generally monitoring the health and welfare of wildlife.

But he added: 'We have to remember that birdwatching is also a recreational thing and should always be fun.'

However, those 70 years of solid work mean that the club now speaks with authority.

As Alan said: 'We have negotiated with South Staffs Water over opening Blithfield for birdwatching and talked to British Waterways Board at Belvide and PowerGen at Ladywalk.

'We attend public inquiries and are consulted by local authorities. For instance, we have just been involved with Warwickshire County Council over the pounds 200,000 remodelling of one of the pools at Kingsbury Water Park.'

The place to find out more about the West Midlands Bird Club is at the 5th Birdwatchers' Summer Fair at Middleton Hall near Tamworth on July 3-4. Television naturalist Chris Packham is among the star attractions along with a host of top international wildlife experts.

The event includes the Wildlife Photofair with everything you ever wanted to know about cameras, lenses, wildlife and how to get the perfect picture.

The West Midlands Bird Club will be there organising guided walks around the grounds and to nearby Dosthill gravel pits.

четверг, 27 сентября 2012 г.

Bill Burges. (Movers & Shakers).(Brief Article) - Campaigns & Elections

Bill Burges, president of Barges & Barges Strategists, a Democratic general consulting firm based in Cleveland, OH.

Career Background

'I've spent the last 20 years building a terrific team at a regional community, political, and educational consulting company 'they said could never happen.' Before that: teacher, researcher, author, planner, college dean and vice president.'

Personal

'Bachelor's, Colby College; Masters and Doctorate, Boston University. Great wife, brilliant grown son and two terrific dogs. Politics: Lifelong Democrat and a 'liberal-leaning toward libertarian.''

Claim to Fame

'Navigating Ohio's vicious undertow for schools, higher education, and other community institutions for 25 years.'

Best Day

'The day I married my future business partner and media director (in 1983 before there was a business).'

Worst Day

'9/11. I'm a native New Yorker and I think New Yorkers knew then that implications for America were incalculable.'

Ten Years From Now

'I'd like to be working with my colleagues to write the book on the politics of local public and educational administration. I hope to see a much better educated America, as the digital divide narrows. And ideally, I look forward to spending more time in the mountains, on the golf course and at the racetrack.'

Immediate Goals

'Keep winning for our clients. And stay healthy for our family and company.'

Political Heroes

Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., Ohio Justice Alice Robie Resnick

Secrets of Success

'Work on what you believe in because as Yoda said, 'Do or do not. There is no try.' Never get too high or too low, the situation is already changing. When your common sense fails, you're probably over thinking the problem.'

Biggest Gripe

'Those 'dumb smart' people who consistently overcomplicate situations.'

Predictions

'Single-payer national health care happens in the next 10 years, but....Most politics (and policy) becomes more local. War Emblem wins Breeder's Cup Classic in '02. Cheney dumps Bush in '04.'

Favorite Books

Seabiscuit by Laura Hillenbrand; The Autobiography of Malcolm X, as told to Alex Haley; The Power Broker by Robert Caro.

Favorite Movies

'Star Wars (A New Beginning),' 'The Hustler,' 'Remember the Titans.'

Best Moment in a Campaign

'Winning the impossible Cleveland Municipal School District levy in 1983 that launched our company.'

Worst Moment in a Campaign

'Just last year, an electronic phone bank we hired to make tens of thousands of GOTV calls in the Eastern Standard Time zone mistakenly made them on Pacific Standard Time -- meaning people received GOTV calls at midnight and later. We won anyway, thank goodness, but the little things can kill you.'

If I Were President for a Day

Excuse me, but what's so odd about a woman going to work? It may be that all over this country little girls still dream of one da y marrying a prince - The Independent (London, England)

IT TELLS you a lot about the state of our occasionally UnitedKingdom when a woman going to work becomes a big news story. A very,very big news story. It was, of course, not just any woman. It wasthe former Sophie Rhys-Jones, now the Countess of Wessex, and afterher pleasant Scottish honeymoon with Prince Edward she returned toher career as a successful public relations executive this week.

On the doorstep, as her bodyguard fumbled with the office keys,the Countess was surrounded by a contingent of journalists. Thanksto years of PR experience she maintained a radiantly royal demeanouras she answered the burning questions of the day. These includedthat most significant inquiry, 'Sophie, how is the marriage going?'

среда, 26 сентября 2012 г.

Byron Nelson Congressional Gold Medal Act Introduced by Rep. Burgess - US Fed News Service, Including US State News

WASHINGTON, Feb. 25 -- Rep. Michael C. Burgess, R-Texas, has introduced the Byron Nelson Congressional Gold Medal Act (H.R. 4779), legislation that would 'award a Congressional gold medal to Byron Nelson in recognition of his significant contributions, to the game of golf as a player, a teacher, and a commentator.'

The bill, introduced on Feb. 16, is being co-sponsored by Rep. Gene Green, D-Texas. It was referred to the House Financial Services Committee.

For more information about this report, contact US Fed News through its Washington, D.C.-area office, 703/304-1897 or by e-mail at myron@targetednews.com.

вторник, 25 сентября 2012 г.

KURT WALDHEIM AND THE UN'S LOW ESTATE - The Boston Globe (Boston, MA)

COUNTENANCE OF TRUTH

The United Nations and the Waldheim Case.

By Shirley Hazzard. Viking. 179 pp. $17.95. The far right has always seen the United Nations in a sinisterlight, as a threat to national sovereignty. For that same reason,the utopian left has always supported it, seeing in it the firsthalting steps toward world government. Most everyone else -- forthe last couple of decades, anyway -- has pretty much ignored it.The work of such affiliates as the United Nations Children's Fundand the World Health Organization inspires universal admiration.Yet 45 years after the United Nation's founding, the SecurityCouncil, General Assembly and Secretariat seem more and more like arelic from the past: a nice idea, whose time never having come, nowseems utterly superfluous.

Perhaps no event did more to discredit the United Nations thanthe disclosure of Secretary General Kurt Waldheim's Nazi backgroundand its subsequent cover-up. It's hard to imagine a greater mockeryof an organization devoted to world peace than its leader turningout to have been a war criminal who based his career on a falsifiedpast.

In 1980, Shirley Hazzard wrote an article for The New Republicthat first raised public doubts about Waldheim's background. Both agifted novelist (her 'Transit of Venus' won the 1981 National BookCritics Circle Award) and a former employee of the UN Secretariat,where she served for 10 years in the '50s and early '60s, Hazzardseemed ideally suited to dissect the moral murk and grim burlesquethat define the career of Kurt Waldheim. It had been known for someyears that she was writing a book on the subject, and anticipationhas run high. Indeed, Brian Urquhart, the UN's former seniorunder-secretary general, had an article last month in The New YorkReview of Books that amounted to a preemptive defense againstHazzard's book.

Need he have troubled? At once too much and not enough,'Countenance of Truth' alternately has the aspect of an unwieldyessay that is three times too long, and of a precis for a volumethat seems as yet a third its proper length. It's as if Hazzardfelt the issues too deeply, had held on to the project too long. Inher scathing (and all too justified) condemnation, anger too oftengets the better of argumentation.

'Countenance of Truth' is less about Waldheim than the UnitedNations as a whole. In a sense, he was the logical outcome of itsunimpressive history. Hazzard sees the organization as fatallyhandicapped from the outset. Rather than setting itself above thecountries represented there, the United Nations based itself onthem. 'In offering itself as the mere creature of its membergovernments,' Hazzard writes, 'the United Nations system entered astate of arrested moral development, marked by the habitual emblemsof immaturity: demands for approval, hostility to truth, and anincapacity for individual or collective self-questioning.'

The quality of leadership it received exacerbated the UN'sproblems. Its first secretary general, the Norwegian diplomatTrygve Lie, was a compromise candidate. Hazzard's dismissal of himindicates her view of the organization he led. 'Crude withoutforthrightness, devious without astuteness, Lie was above alldeficient in ethical perception. The choice of such a figure toinaugurate the office of United Nations Secretary-General in itselfexpressed the shallow intentions of the great powers in regard tothe new organization.'

His support of loyalty purges did nothing for the UN's moralstanding. In 1953, the FBI went so far as to set up a branch officeat UN headquarters 'for purposes of surveillance, interrogation,and fingerprinting of all Americans on the internationl staff';this had the approval of both Lie and US Ambassador Henry CabotLodge Jr. Such actions gave the United States no occasion todisapprove when East Bloc nations put forth citizens answerablefirst to their own governments as secretariat employees; not a fewengaged in espionage. Worst of all may have been the secretarygeneral's increasing emphasis on loyalty to his office rather thanto the organization as a whole or its supposed principles. Theworst offender in this regard was Lie's successor, DagHammarskjold, who as Hazzard limns him was less diplomatic herothan diplomatic autocrat.

Hazzard passes over the secretary generalship of U Thant,Hammarskjold's successor, other than to note the grotesque swellingof the UN bureaucracy. The ineffectuality of U Thant's leadership,especially when juxtaposed with Hammarskjold's forcefulness, setthe stage for an occupant who could exploit occasions forgreatness, and so retrieve for the organization a measure of theauthority it had had under Hammarskjold.

It got Waldheim. 'Uninspired, officious, and essentiallytrivial, Waldheim was proof against every occasion of a largerkind. A lack of imagination, which indubitably sustained him in hislong deception, precluded any sense of self-absurdity.'

понедельник, 24 сентября 2012 г.

Verdict Nears In Trial of Vichy Official; Defense, Accusers Cast Papon As Symbol of France's Past - The Washington Post

His day of reckoning at hand, Maurice Papon reached the end ofhis Nazi war crimes trial much as he began it six months ago: as anold man in the dock, and a representative of something more.

To one of his accusers, the 87-year-old former official was'the symbol of the government bureaucrat' who in Nazi-occupiedFrance rubber-stamped hundreds of Jews to their doom. Papon remained'the emblem of Vichy' -- the name given to France's compliantwartime government.

воскресенье, 23 сентября 2012 г.

"Take Him East Where Life Began": The Role of Virginia in Shaping the Early Writings of Allen Tate - The Virginia Magazine of History and Biography

When it is all over and the blood Runs out, do not bury this man By the far river (where never stood His fathers) flowing to the West, But take him East where life began.

'Emblems' (1931)

These elegant thoughts poured from the heart of Allen Tate. Raised in Kentucky yet never in one place for long, Tate harbored strong sentiments of dislocation. The longing for a home regularly appeared in his writings. Tate even told the tale, one scholars continue to debate, of how his mother deceived him about the location of his birthplace. He was born on 19 November 1899 in Winchester, Kentucky. Eleanor Varnell Tate, however, supposedly told her boy that he had entered the world in Virginia. She boasted of his ancestral roots, a heritage stretching into what she depicted as the civilized, aristocratic gentry transplanted from Europe with the first ships to Jamestown. The rolling hills of Kentucky offered only transitory residence. Consequently, the young poet struggled with the meaning of place in his life. Throughout Tate's early career, Virginia remained his home at heart if not in the physical world.1

Tate's early literary life, particularly the period from 1925 to 1938, centered on his struggle with a mythic Virginia of noble cavaliers. For a young southerner immersed in his heritage, ties to place determined identity. Tate had invested Virginia with qualities that informed his perception of other sections of the South and the nation-Kentucky and all other states represented an inferior way of life. His works from this period emphasize the contrasts. But later, coming to accept his birth in Kentucky, Tate began to reexamine Virginia and the assumed superiority of the state his mother had so highly praised. This regional and personal tension in Tate's early career offers fresh insight into one of the Souths most prominent men of letters. A comparison of Tate's depiction of Virginia with his views of other states provides insight into his personal struggle with a mythic Virginia.2

Tate's youth set the stage for his fixation with the Old Dominion. John Orley Tate, Allen's father, married Nellie Varnell in the 1880s. During his youth, John Tate lived off an inheritance left by his grandfather. As he matured, he repeatedly squandered business opportunities. He and his newly formed family, which eventually included three sons, crisscrossed the countryside year after year as John Tate sought financial success. Known to gamble and to pursue women, the patriarch of the Tate family provided little security for his children. The Tate children similarly suffered from instability in their mother. Allen, almost ten years younger than his siblings, frequently joined his mother as she continuously journeyed to resorts and health spas while his brothers stayed with relatives. Nellie Tate clung to Allen, a sickly child and the baby of the family. Rather than preserve the extensive landholdings inherited from her father as a nest egg for her boys, Allen's mother sold thousands of acres to fund her itinerant lifestyle until little remained. To make matters worse, Nellie Tate, ignoring her own birth in Illinois as well as her husband's family tree that stretched back to Virginia, criticized her roving husband for being an Illinois-born Yankee. Nellie, while downplaying her husband's heritage, emphasized her own family's deep Virginia roots. She falsely claimed a Virginia birth for herself on the Varnell estate Pleasant Hill and included George Washington and Robert E. Lee in her family tree. Tate's mother stressed her family's aristocratic status as plantation owners, a legacy that stretched back to the founding of the nation. Eleanor Custis Parke Varnell, to use her full maiden name, did possess a prestigious lineage including a father who participated in Pickett's Charge. But Nellie Tate regaled her son about his heritage to the point of exaggeration. Sometimes she even invented stories about her family's accomplishments. Allen Tate's forefathers seemed giants who cast a long shadow over him. Yet, given the degree of family tension, constant movement, and financial turmoil, young Tate found solace and stability in the grandeur of Virginia about which his mother so often boasted.3

A bookish child who struggled with math and science, Tate in 1918 earned admittance to Vanderbilt University, where he soon encountered a cadre of intellectuals who stirred the young man's curiosity about the literary arts and his southern heritage. Tate became intellectually rebellious. Inspired by H. L. Mencken's critiques of the region's culture, Tate sought to create quality literature, particularly poetry, in the South. He befriended John Crowe Ransom, Donald Davidson, and others, joining them in reciting freshly penned poetry at regularly held, informal gatherings. The poets soon started the much-acclaimed journal The Fugitive. Tate's poems, written in a modernist style influenced heavily by T. S. Eliot, appeared increasingly in print not only in the Nashville-based publication but also in New Orleans's famed literary journal, The Double Dealer. Receiving national attention, Tate eagerly wanted to join the literati of New York City. Upon graduation, however, he spent a year teaching at a high school in Lumberport, West Virginia. The small, bustling coal town re-energized his interest in southern culture. His friendship with Robert Penn Warren, whom Tate had known at Vanderbilt, also inadvertently reaffirmed Tate's commitment to the South. Tate visited his friend in 1924 while Warren recuperated in his hometown of Guthrie, Kentucky, after attempting suicide. In Guthrie, Tate met his future wife, the novelist Caroline Gordon, who repeatedly dealt with southern themes in her work. Tate's subsequent move to New York City in the mid-1920s only accentuated his sense of southernness. Soon, Tate's concern with being from the South spilled into his writings. By the late 1920s, he prepared to rejoin his circle of comrades in Tennessee to form the Vanderbilt Agrarians, a loose group of intellectuals that not only defended the South from criticism but also urged the preservation of the region's agricultural ways.4

Between 1925 and 1938, Tate's understanding of Virginia dominated his writings and revealed the evolution of his thought. In an October 1925 article on southern culture for The Nation, Tate lamented how 'societies in the United States so distinguished for the graces of living as the two flourishing simultaneously in Charleston and in the counties of Virginia between Charlottesville and Washington from about 1800 to 1850' failed to see 'their perfections.' Tate gave credit on occasion to both Charleston and New Orleans as cultural centers, but Virginia received his particular praise. The South, properly understood in his work, was synonymous with the Old Dominion, at least when he spoke positively about the region. Negative comments about the South signaled a change in Tate's reference to a region that included the former Confederacy and, occasionally, even the Border States but excluded Virginia. The Deep South, Border States, and North were all clearly inferior to Virginia. His frequent references to the antebellum culture of the South reflected his vision of a chivalrous, stratified society in Virginia. For Tate, the Old Dominion rested at the pinnacle of southern, not to mention American, society. The state served as a measuring stick by which to judge other members of the Union. In Tate's Virginia, British colonizers transplanted a stable, traditional, and aristocratic society based on the feudal system. Every citizen occupied a position in a firm, hierarchical social structure based on land ownership.5

In 'Ode to the Confederate Dead,' Tate expressed his admiration for Virginia culture as well as his distance from it. Written in 1926 and frequently revised in the 1930s, this poem was one of the Kentuckian's finest works. A deep sense of loss pervades it. Donald Davidson, in a February 1927 letter to Tate written after reviewing an early draft of the poem, claimed that 'Ode' did not mourn 'for the Confederate dead, but for your own dead emotion, or mine (you think).' The personal element within the text revealed Tate's sense of temporal and spatial separation from his eminent Virginian forefathers.6

Within 'Ode,' Tate revealed modern man's inability to grasp the glory of the Old South. The poem makes clear that modern man is incapable of conceptualizing the mythic actions of Confederate soldiers. The abstraction of time out of the natural cycle creates a temporal gap that separates the 1920s from the 1860s. Modern man, according to Tate, locates himself outside nature. The cemetery represents an agrarian way of life; while the falling leaves, symbolic of the buried Confederates who in their last living moment charged into the face of death, participate in a seasonal, yet also spiritual, cycle of life and death. As a result, death brings only the 'rumour of mortality.' The leaves, like the decayed bodies of former soldiers, 'are not / Dead, but feed the grass row after rich row.' They remain alive within the seasonal cycle. For Tate, however, modern man cannot grasp the wholeness of events. The observer of the cemetery lingers 'by the sagging gate, stopped by the wall,' a symbol of a temporal divide. An inhabitant of the modern world is unable to embrace the mythic warriors. He rationalizes experience and therefore fails to comprehend the unseen mythic cycle of death and rebirth that grants continued importance to their brave actions. Such a person remains blind to the wholeness of experience attained through a combination of intellect and emotion as well as the natural and supernatural. Whereas 'Night is the beginning and the end / And in between the ends of distraction / Waits mute speculation,' Tate's modern man seeks a completely rational explanation for life, his intellect subjugating emotion and spirituality.7

The spatial division, also signified by the gate, reveals the importance of Virginia to the poem and to its author. By not entering the cemetery, the observer fails to participate in a traditional, agrarian lifestyle in rhythm with the cyclical occurrence of life and death. This separation was laden with importance for Tate, who lived outside Virginia. Tate came of age as an exile from the sacred burial grounds in which his ancestors rested. The Appalachians, like the stone wall, barred access to his home. The closed gate represents a childhood and young adulthood isolated from the molding power of Tate's glorified forefathers. Moreover, Tate overtly refers to Virginia within the text. Other than Shiloh, the battles mentioned in the text-Antietam, Malvern Hill, Bull Run-all occurred in the Virginia theater. The reference to 'Stonewall, Stonewall' calls attention to Gen. Thomas Jonathan 'Stonewall' Jackson of Virginia, the only commander referred to in the poem. Tate's personal longing and admiration for the Old Dominion remain clear throughout 'Ode.'8

In 1928, Tate released the first of two biographical works on Confederate leaders. Tate's Stonewall Jackson: The Good Soldier examines the life of the famed military commander from his birth in western Virginia until his mortal wounding on the battlefield at Chancellorsville. Tate did not plan simply to chronicle events. Instead, he approached the biography as if creating a novel. Corresponding with Donald Davidson in May 1927, Tate declared, 'If I were intending to write a literal, technical account of Jackson's career, I wouldn't write it!' Tate intended 'to issue a little doctrine in the book, but I don't want it to be obvious enough for the reader to be able to put his finger on it.' The young biographer camouflaged his personal sentiments in the guise of Jackson's worldview. As literary scholar Michael Kreyling has pointed out, the biography was 'lean on historical analysis and rich with authorial technique.' Tate's faith in his Virginia heritage permitted a personal association with the military commander. This intimate joining resulted in a biography that reveals more about Tate than the Confederate corps commander it chronicles.9

For Tate, Jackson embodied the characteristics engendered by a birth and childhood on Virginia soil. The Confederate general clearly appears in the biography as a unified man combining thought with emotive action. He adroitly maneuvered his troops around superior enemy forces, frequently achieving victories in the face of overwhelming odds. In this, his firm convictions aided him. By swift violent action and strength of will, Jackson conquered his foes. He was the rock of faith, trusting in God to bring victory to a righteous cause.

Tate reveals his admiration of the stable aristocracy present in Virginia within his biography of the famed Confederate commander. In words relevant to his view of his own family, Tate begins his study by declaring that Jackson's Virginia 'ancestors were noble men. How good it would be to be like them. . . .' From this opening, Tate depicts the agrarian, aristocratic society he admired. Antebellum Virginia existed in a time when the citizenry still cherished and honored 'English ideas.' Chivalry and noblesse oblige regulated the behavior of gentlemen planters, and small farmers deferred to their betters. Because of transplanted European values, the state described by Tate possessed a 'feudal order' of gentry, poor whites, and slaves. Position within the social hierarchy depended upon property ownership. By possessing property, an individual placed himself in the natural cycle of time. An agrarian was therefore endowed with a sense of the natural and supernatural; this was a vision Tate had articulated earlier in 'Ode to the Confederate Dead.' Land molded the character of men. Consequently, 'the man as he appeared in public was the man: his public appearance was his moral life.' Ownership of self-sufficient homesteads served as 'fixed property.' Land thus anchored the social hierarchy as well as human personality. The northern emphasis on cash, in Tate's view, allowed individuals of questionable character to accrue wealth through unscrupulous means. Dressed in finery and owning large estates, these capitalists presented a false nobility. Such was not the case in Virginia, where property, according to Tate, rested in the firm hands of the aristocracy. Without 'negotiable wealth,' Virginians sustained their society despite the pressures of capitalism.10

According to Tate, the importance of property shaped the political and religious opinions that led Virginia to secede. On the question of slavery he believed that 'orthodox' Virginians had stood firm in their belief that the peculiar institution should eventually come to extinction. Yet, with their independence rooted in land ownership, Virginia planters and yeomen dedicated themselves to the preservation of the agrarian lifestyle threatened by Yankee aggression. Property fostered religious devotion to the cause. As farmers dependent on nature, Virginians had always trusted in God to sustain their way of life. In 1861, they placed the success of their war effort in the hands of God. Tate showed how, like Jackson, Virginians' faith in Providence repeatedly allowed them to defeat enemy forces superior in number. Their military strategy placed reason in the service of religious faith. When intellect violated faith, as when Jackson engaged and lost to federal troops at Kernstown on the Sabbath, the 'unrighteous act' required justification and atonement. For Virginians, at least, religion buoyed the war effort. Faith permitted them to vanquish the enemy in the east while federal forces ran roughshod across other areas of the Confederacy.11

Tate argued that the 'frontier' areas west and southwest of Virginia failed to evolve the social stability found in the Old Dominion. A firm social hierarchy 'had not got much headway in the western States.' Here Tate included Tennessee, Kentucky, Alabama, and Mississippi in his analysis. In Stonewall Jackson, Tate denounced Lincoln, a Kentuckian by birth, as a typical westerner. His startling statement on this point illuminates much about Tate's view of states formed beyond the Atlantic seaboard. Addressing Lincoln's firm commitment to the Union, Tate explained that this was natural for a westerner. In sharp language, Tate held that 'the Western States were parasitical communities, looking East economically and spiritually.' Then, he qualified his declaration; westerners 'could not believe in the right of secession; they could have no desire to cut themselves off from the section they depended on-New England.' Networks of commerce and industry based upon the concept of wage labor bound together those states north of the Ohio River. For Tate, such a labor system simply replaced chattel slavery with 'a better slave; he [who] would have the illusion of freedom.' Although Tate clarified his use of 'western' when discussing Lincoln, ambiguity remains. Tate's vague use of 'western' suggests his belief in the inferiority of all states formed on the frontier.12

In Tate's view, the frontier produced an inferior people. Tate argued that the Jackson family, for example, declined by moving to Virginia's frontier, although their close connections to the Tidewater region offered redemption from the ills of western life. Jackson's mother, Julia Beckwith Neale, 'came of a respectable family of the tidewater.' Yet, life on the frontier threatened to defile her family. Julia Neale, Tate explained, possessed no 'pioneering in her blood. She was sensitive, shy, not very robust.' Gentility suffered from the hardship of frontier life. Jackson, as a result, harbored a desire to restore the vitality of his family, suggesting Tate's vision of his own distance from his supposed Virginia birthplace. Although the Jacksons residing on the western fringe of Virginia were a 'respectable people,' the young soldier's desire to distinguish himself stemmed from 'the discrepancy between his inherited family pride and the poverty that had humbled his branch of the Jackson family.' The idea of decline therefore grew into a driving force for Jackson, and for Tate. Each took responsibility for restoring the stature of his family.13

Upon completion of Stonewall Jackson: The Good Soldier, Tate immediately plunged into another biographical project. He wrote the work, eventually published in 1929 as Jefferson Davis: His Rise and Fall, while in Europe on a Guggenheim Fellowship. Tate focused solely upon Davis's years as president of the Confederacy. In the book, this dramatic four-year period serves as a tragic narrative of the weaknesses of the southern nation as epitomized by the character of its political leader. As with his biography of Jackson, Tate explained in a February 1928 letter to Donald Davidson that he intended 'a sort of psychological history.' Tate's analysis is again shaped significantly by his personal sentiments. Both author and subject shared a Kentucky background. As a result, the biography of Davis is Tate's examination of himself as much as it is a study of the politician. Tate had resided in Kentucky for most of his childhood, adopting some of the traits common to the state. His attachment to his Virginia heritage, however, allowed Tate to attack Davis while insulating himself from judgment.14

In Tate's opinion, intellectual devotion to principles overrode emotion on the frontier. Born in Kentucky, Davis acquired southwestern lands, primarily in Mississippi. The future Confederate president thus was steeped in a brand of southernism different from the values found in the stable society of Virginia. Tate considered Davis a typical non-Virginia southerner. For the young Agrarian, the 'process of expansion in one family is the story of the rise of the Lower South.' Davis and his ilk suffered from an inability to act. Though he was intellectually capable, Davis's desire to think through events resulted in wasted opportunities. The 'morbidly sensitive and emotionally undisciplined' Davis, Tate wrote, possessed a 'boundless intellectual pride.' Yet, despite his ability to analyze events or develop plans, Davis 'could not feel his way into the future, nor foretell the results of his own decisions.' In short, Davis was a modern man.15

According to Tate, the pursuit of financial opportunity by settlers like Davis shaped the society of the frontier South. The vast, virgin territories of the region lacked the strong tradition that grounded Virginia culture. Cotton reigned, and the profits gained by its sale converted the frontier South into a land of financial opportunity. As southerners extracted money from the soil, land became a means not an end. Tate therefore believed that southerners from this area thought mechanically, like northerners, as they methodically attempted to boost production and profits. A resident of the older, established coastal areas 'unless possessed of great personal distinction-and this in Virginia often meant merely education-was likely to remain all his life in the class in which he had been born.' Inhabitants in the cotton country, on the other hand, easily worked up or slid down the social ladder as the fertile lands in states such as Mississippi and Alabama offered freedom of movement and the opportunity for financial success. Here, in words Tate could have easily applied to the industrial North, 'everybody was 'on the make.'' The nobility Tate identified in the feudal-like aristocracy of Virginia failed to take root in the frontier South. He labeled the region's residents 'nouveaux riches.' Like all persons who quickly acquire wealth and position, southerners in the cotton-producing lands adopted the appearance of the 'haute noblesse.' Despite the facade of stability, the society of the frontier South remained in flux.16

Land and slaves, as in the Old Dominion, instilled residents of the frontier South with responsibility that tempered the pursuit of wealth through cotton. This 'definite physical legacy,' to use Tate's phrase, increasingly hindered the rabid pursuit of the riches and prestige as the social structure settled. The young biographer held that this was especially true in the decade before the Civil War when the most fertile lands increasingly came under the control of a small number of planters. Only by checks upon ambition could an agricultural society develop the social stability and 'close ties among all classes which distinguish a civilization from a mere social machine,' marching, in Tate's words, gradually 'towards an empire, agricultural, slave-owning, aristocratic.' Nevertheless, the ten years preceding the bombardment of Fort Sumter was not enough time for the stable agrarian society Tate admired in Virginia to emerge in the states along the cotton frontier.17 This region merely mimicked Virginia culture, according to Tate. As a child looks up to his parents, so the immature cotton-producing states 'naturally looked to the older communities-Virginia, Charleston, New Orleans-for [their] standards of manners and taste.' With waves of migrants settling in the frontier South, a contradiction arose within the developing region. Tate declared that this area of the South consisted of a 'society democratic in tone and professing democratic ideals yet resting upon a highly aristocratic social and economic system.' Although he believed a hierarchy similar to the one established in the Old Dominion would have emerged in time, democratic sentiments continued to hinder the frontier South as presented by Tate.

Tate believed that the circumstances surrounding the development of the frontier South, like its social structure, created a seriously flawed religion. Its settlement led to the emergence of regional nationalism flavored with religious fervor. Whereas Kentucky maintained, according to Tate, 'the feeling of pioneer nationalism,' which prevented the state from joining the Confederacy, the frontier South adopted a cotton-based nationalism. However, it was still too young to develop a religion appropriate for an agrarian society. Tate argued that Virginia and the Carolinas, for instance, inherited a religious tradition directly from Europe. Migrating southerners who transported these beliefs westward consequently boasted that 'they were the forlorn hope, of conservative Fundamentalist Christianity and of civilization, based on agrarian, class rule, in the European sense. Europe was already being Americanized-which means Northernized, industrialized-and the South by 1850 was more European than Europe.' Davis exemplified the short-comings his biographer associated with the region. The leader of the seceded states possessed a 'deep and genuine religious feeling' that 'led him to put the Confederacy in the hands of God'-a devotion shared by most of the citizens of the Confederate States. For Tate, however, the cotton economy had altered the European religious tradition and separated Virginia from the rest of the southern states. The Deep South cradled a 'trinity' formed by cotton, slaves, and God. The profiteering associated with the cotton frontier altered the understanding of religion in an agrarian civilization. The social flux Tate associated with the booming cotton market and the availability of land fostered democratic sentiments that tainted the religion cherished by inhabitants of the frontier South by weakening the feudal order of the society. According to Tate, the sectional struggle involved 'class rule and religion versus democracy and science.' However, southerners such as Davis persisted in the belief that Christianity and science could work in unison for the improvement of mankind. The Confederate leader as described by Tate never realized that agrarianism required 'a profoundly anti-scientific society.' An agrarian society demanded social stability, which was antithetical to scientific questioning and the continuous change it encouraged.18

Tate proposed that scientific thinking-abstractions in thought-prevented the formation of war measures required for victory. Southerners such as Davis placed trust in constitutional principles-abstractions that recognized mankind's inalienable rights. From Tate's viewpoint, the constitutional principles hindered aggressive action against what remained of the United States. Davis had 'a disturbing and alien memory to look back to; a kind of Sodom, if you will, that he came to hate, but to which he was still drawn, the vision of which was to turn him into a pillar of salt!' With his head in the clouds, Davis allowed the Confederacy to deteriorate. Moreover, by defending the principles inscribed in the Constitution, the frontier South upheld what Tate criticized as the flawed founding document of the United States-itself a product of abstract thought. The Republicans and the North, by this line of reasoning, were the usurping rebels. Furthermore, the defensive strategy of maintaining the borders of the entire Confederacy rather than concentrating forces against enemy armies 'was theoretically in harmony with the abstract principles that the Confederacy stood for.' The country, in other words, was defined by artificial boundaries drawn on a map, not by an organic sense of community. Without the living faith Tate linked to Jackson and his fellow Virginians, the new nation led by Davis was doomed.19

Tate stood firm in his high regard for Virginia throughout his biographies. In his eyes, the Old Dominion remained the 'mother of States and Statesmen.' Unlike settlers farther south and west, Tate shared antebellum Virginians' disgust with the turmoil caused by cotton culture. Neither the young author nor the Virginians he so admired harbored 'sympathy with the Lower South dream of a great empire.' In their view, territorial expansion and gross yearnings for financial gain bred social instability. The 'upstarts' of the frontier South were a long way from the refined society of Virginia.20

For Tate, the devastation of the Civil War occurred not as a result of a failure within the Old Dominion but because of the rash actions taken by citizens of other southern states. Once the people of the Lower South threw down the gauntlet, Tate believed that Virginians had little choice but to side with their wayward kinsmen-a decision that visited terrible consequences upon their state. Virginia was at war, forcing the last feudal society in the world to surrender what Tate considered its wholesome agrarian life for one of wage labor and industrialization. Tate summarized his opinion in Stonewall Jackson: 'Tidewater Virginia after two hundred fifty years of European culture was a desolate wilderness.' Nevertheless, by holding Virginia apart from the rest of the Confederacy, Tate maintained hope for the restitution of an agrarian culture throughout the South. The Old Dominion fell mortally wounded at Appomattox, but faith in Virginia's feudal culture suggested to Tate the feasibility of a resurrection. Restoring agrarian culture based on the Virginia model promised salvation for humanity from the fragmentation of modern society by restoring property and defining each individual's place within the social structure. The return of agrarian society would in turn restore the powerful religious faith of antebellum Virginia, a faith that had allowed Tate's Virginians to hold off Federal armies during the war while other southern states crumbled.21

By the 1930s, Tate struggled to reconcile facts with the fables he harbored about Virginia. His stay in Europe in the late 1920s on a Guggenheim Foundation grant had exposed him to predominantly Catholic societies. A subsequent trip to Europe, this time funded by a Guggenheim Foundation grant awarded in the early 1930s to his wife Caroline Gordon, furthered his interest in Catholicism's rigid doctrine and its role in preserving the seemingly timeless, agrarian communities he encountered in France and other countries. Tate's upbringing had been a mixture of Episcopalian and Presbyterian beliefs, the denominations of his father and mother, respectively. The traditions of Catholicism, however, so appealed to Tate that he eventually converted in 1950. That his maternal grandfather and his colonial ancestors who arrived in Maryland in the late 1600s were also Catholic likely fueled his interest in the religion. Yet, he particularly admired Catholicism for maintaining a separation between the natural and the supernatural. Furthering his drift toward Catholicism, Tate, while preparing the biography on Jefferson Davis, discovered what he deemed flaws of Protestantism. Writing to Donald Davidson in 1929, Tate argued that Protestantism was 'virtually naturalism.' Protestant congregations lacked dogma, thus permitting religion to become 'private and irresponsible.' His changing attitude toward religion altered his view of Virginia, especially in light of his concern with identity.22

Tate struggled through 1930 with his contribution to I'll Take My Stand, the volume of essays written by the socially conservative southern intellectuals eventually known as the Vanderbilt Agrarians. For some time Tate and his compatriots in Tennessee, such as Donald Davidson and John Crowe Ransom, had prepared for a possible campaign to encourage the restoration of the Souths agricultural base, especially among the region's small farmers. The Vanderbilt Agrarians, though sometimes limited by contradictory views, typically saw the region's agriculture in Jeffersonian terms. Tillers of the soil possessed the virtues of hard work and sustained a stable social structure. In line with this belief, Tate had even established a farm near Nashville he named Benfolly. Although the renaissance in southern farming failed to emerge as a social or political movement, the disappointed Agrarians, including Tate, continued to participate in the effort through debates and articles well into the 1930s.23

Oddly, however, Tate used the publication of the Vanderbilt Agrarians' tome of essays to begin a serious reconsideration of his Virginia heritage. His mother's death likely stirred Tate's interest in exploring his perception of the culture she so often described to her son. In 'Remarks on the Southern Religion,' Tate fired his first volley against Virginia. The colony established at Jamestown possessed in Protestantism 'the disintegration of the European religion' known as Catholicism. Protestantism advanced trade, profit, and the exploitation of nature. Catholicism in contrast fostered a stable society. Unlike conditions in New England that unleashed the profit motive in Protestantism, the agrarian culture that Tate envisioned in the southern colonies resulted in 'atavism.' A feudal society reminiscent of Europe arose. The Jamestown settlement thereby forged a stable society within Protestantism. Nevertheless, Tate noted that the religious-based seeds of the Souths destruction only remained dormant until the advent of cotton released the acquisitive drive associated with economic exploitation, a point he apparently realized during his work on Davis.24

His growing acceptance of his Kentucky upbringing and tumultuous childhood continued the process of demythologizing. In the early 1930s, Tate attempted a family history. He explained to John Peale Bishop that he still thought in terms of the 'fundamental contrast . . . between the Va. tidewater idea-stability, land, the establishment-and the pioneer, who frequently of course took on the Va. idea, even in Tenn., but who usually had some energy left over, which has made modern America.' Yet, his efforts to capture his heritage in words failed. The aptly titled genealogical work, which began as Ancestors in Exile and then became The Legacy, failed to develop. Tate also proved unable to capture the life of Virginian Robert E. Lee with paper and ink in a third Confederate leader study. In words equally relevant to his genealogical study, Tate explained his inability to proceed with the book on Lee. The frustrated writer informed Andrew Lytle: 'It is as if I had married a beautiful girl, perfect in figure, pure in all those physical attributes that seem to clothe purity of character, and then had found when she had undressed that the hidden places were corrupt and diseased.' Tate struggled with the contradiction between historical evidence and the knowledge that his mother had exaggerated the Virginia virtues he supposedly shared with his ancestors and the revered Confederate general. Tate began reconstructing his image of the Old Dominion, and in it, Virginia appeared increasingly flawed.25

To explore his heritage, Tate experimented with a genre during the mid-1930s. Writing history proved impossible for Tate, who explained to John Peale Bishop that he 'could not handle the material in that form at all, without faking either the significance or the material.' Consequently, Tate plunged into his first and only novel, The Fathers. His deep personal investment in the plot emerged as he carefully modeled the characters after members of his own family, a new approach that permitted Tate to engage his Virginia ancestors critically. He freed himself from the limitations of fact to meet the mythic Virginia so often described to him by his mother on its own ground, the land of fiction.26

Tate's novel related the downfall of the Buchan family of Virginia. The fictional family recalled Tate's ancestors on the Bogan side of his mother's family, providing the novelist with an immediate cast of characters as well as a means of addressing the glorified stories so often heard about his forebears during his youth. As members of the planter class, the Buchans epitomize the best qualities of Virginians. Major Buchan, a prominent aristocrat, is the recently widowed patriarch of the family. George Posey, a Catholic Marylander who married into the Buchan clan, stands in sharp contrast to his elderly father-in-law. Tate based the Posey clan on the Varnell side of his mother's family. George Posey is a modern man, unable to accept the traditional society he nevertheless admires. Set in the months before Virginia's plunge into the abyss of civil war, the novel recounts the actions of the tradition-bound Unionist Buchan and gun-running Confederate Posey. Buchan represents a Virginia society bound by a rigid code of honor and hesitant to leap into a fight that threatens to bring chaos to the stable, seemingly unchanging culture entrenched in the Old Dominion. Posey symbolizes the profit-driven southerners found outside Virginia who impetuously strove for independence despite the possible social and economic costs. As war descends upon them, the family of divided loyalties tears apart. Tate dissects the Virginia society he so glorified through the eyes of Lacy Buchan, the youngest child of the Buchan family who relates the story while visiting Posey's grave fifty years after the events. Lacy admires Buchan and Posey. He recognizes that both individuals, along with what they represent, are his fathers. Tate uses Lacy as a vehicle for testing his family history; this was a pattern repeated from the Jackson and Davis biographies. Years later, Tate even admitted that Lacy was a fictional projection of himself. The scenes, which include a jousting match, recalled and organized the stories Tate's mother had so often related to her son. By maneuvering through the plot, both Lacy and Tate reconcile themselves to the limitations of their respective societies.27

Lacy Buchan frequently voices sentiments applicable to Tate as the author struggled to reconcile himself with his Virginia ancestors. At one point, Lacy exclaims, '[I]t was my distinct impression until manhood and education effaced it, that God was a Virginian who had created the world in his own image.' Lacy, like Tate, awakens to the fiction of the over-glorified Virginia presented to him throughout his youth. Lacy slowly recognizes the shallowness of Virginians, who seem unable to grasp the cruel reality of war. At one point, he overhears George Posey complain that natives of the state suffered from a fixation with marriage, death, and the honor of Virginia. Lacy, instead of feeling anger at this criticism of his culture, realizes that he shares George's view. Though he still respects the honor of his home state, Lacy explains how 'for that instant my experience had been like a dream; words that would ordinarily have moved me as it had moved the crowd, to shouts and tears, had been far away, and I knew what it was to be apart from the emotions that all men shared.' Although Lacy comes to idolize Posey, the latter's growing support for the Confederacy encouraged secessionist sentiment, which Lacy realizes would bring the destructive chaos of civil war to Virginia. Lacy's feelings are reminiscent of Tate's own struggle with the meaning and consequences of two conflicting sets of southern mores-that of the Old Dominion and that of the rest of the South. The task of reconciling the two became easier as Tate began to recognize, through his deconstruction of his mother's family tales, the weaknesses not only of southerners like Posey from outside Virginia but of Virginians as well.28

As a result of Tate's newfound perspective, presumptions about the nobility of Virginia vanished in The Fathers. Although the Vanderbilt Agrarians praised small farmers for their virtue, Tate no longer saw much to admire in those who tilled Virginia or southern soil. Lacy ridicules the yeomanry represented by Mr. Higgins, the Buchan family's overseer. Lacy describes him as 'a hatchet-faced, impassive young man . . . of the small-farming class for generations.' Higgins never stands upright as a gentleman. Instead, like an evolutionary throwback, he always rests 'on his heels (he never stood up, he only walked or squatted).' The race-based social system also received criticism. Virginians' complicity in maintaining slavery shamed Lacy, who has difficulty even looking at the slave quarters. Furthermore, ambiguity clouded classifications such as black and white or honorable and disreputable. Yellow Jim, one of the family's slaves, is 'a gentleman in every instinct.' Yet, Lacy cannot determine if this is because of or in spite of the mulatto's white blood. As for his father and mother, Lacy remembers them as framed silhouettes cut by a handicapped wanderer. The black paper cut-outs glued to white paper hint at the possibility of black blood within the white family.29

As the novel develops, Lacy matures in a way reflective of Tate's own growing dissatisfaction with his over-glorified heritage. When Lacy meets a distant relative working on the family lineage, Lacy shows disinterest. The character informs Lacy that he is descended from such notable families and men as the Vyvyans of Shropshire, the Plantagenets, Philip the Third of France, Edward the Confessor, and George Washington's grandfather. Leaning forward, the man boasts, 'I thought that this information would give you greater relish in our society.' Lacy, however, silently crosses to the door, bidding good night with a disinterested air. Later in the novel, Lacy even expresses disgust with the Old Dominion. Traveling down the road the day after the state has seceded, Lacy thinks Virginia 'an old country, and too many people have lived in it, and raised too much tobacco and corn, and too many men and women, young and old, have died in it, and taken with them into the rusty earth their gallantry or their melancholy, their pride or their simplicity, after their humors or their condition of life.' Lacy believes that 'too many people have loved the ground in which after a while they must all come to lie.' He has abandoned the exhausted Virginia myth of aristocratic grandeur.30

Like Lacy, Tate came to recognize the emptiness of the myths his mother had presented as truths. Finally demythologizing the Old Dominion in The Fathers, Tate freed himself from the burden of defending Virginia. In his writing, he turned away from myth to explore his memory. Autobiographical elements appear more frequently after 1938. In 'The Maimed Man,' 'The Swimmers,' and 'The Buried Lake,' written as a trilogy in the early 1950s, Tate recalls a lynching during his childhood in Kentucky. His later poems move away from the references made to Aeneas, Troy, and the Lacedemonians in his earlier works-Tate had used these classical symbols in discussing what he saw as the tragic collapse of the antebellum South's agrarian society. Instead, he adopted a simpler, more personal style, exhibited in 'Ode to Our Young Pro-consuls of the Air,' 'Winter Mask,' 'Seasons of the Soul,' and 'Farewell Rehearsed.' His interest in the Agrarian cause waned. Instead, Tate turned increasingly toward literary criticism. Freed from maintaining his identity as a Virginian, Tate concentrated on defining the role of the writer. His career path eventually led him to a long-held academic job at, revealingly, the University of Minnesota.31

Examining the changes in Tate's attitude toward Virginia reveals the personal turmoil of a southerner struggling to find an identity. Nearing his death in 1979, Tate declared in Memoirs and Opinions: 'I have never felt like a Virginian-whatever it is to feel like a Virginian-and it was a relief, accompanied by a fleeting sense of bi-location, to learn that I had been born in Kentucky.' Tate likely took some license with his epiphany story because he probably knew of his Kentucky birth early in his life. Nevertheless, he was unable to find comfort in being a Kentuckian until he came to terms with the mythic nobility of his Virginia forefathers. Tate slowly shrugged off the burden of living up to the standards embodied in his mother's god-like Virginians. He lost his sense of divine nobility but gained an acceptance of his human flaws. The sirens of Virginia stopped calling him. Allen Tate no longer yearned to journey East where life began.32

NOTES

The author would like to thank the readers and staff at the Virginia Magazine of History and Biography for their comments and Paul Conkin of Vanderbilt University for his support in transforming a graduate seminar paper into a polished article. The poem that begins this essay, 'Emblems,' can be found in Allen Tate, Collected Poems: 1919-1976 (New York, 1977), pp. 36-37.

1. Tate addressed his identity crisis in Memoirs and Opinions, 1926-1974 (Chicago, 1975), pp. 3-23.

2. Many scholars have recognized that Tate suffered from an identity crisis. Nevertheless, the articles and books written about him primarily focus on his conflict with modernity, his social agenda with the Vanderbilt Agrarians, or his admiration of Catholicism. For example, Michael O'Brien in The Idea of the American South states that Tate's inner turmoil stemmed from being 'between two cultures: he was provincial and metropolitan. This was to have echoes in his conception of the South' (p. 136). Daniel Singal argues in The War Within that the contradiction between the past and the modern caused Tate to cling 'to his vision of the Old South as a unified, stable, and civilized society struggling against a turbulent, individualistic North' (p. 241). In Allen Tate, Thomas Underwood, although recognizing that Tate struggled to gain 'control of his family history' and was 'consumed by Southern history' early in his career, does not tease out the significance of state pride in Tate's texts, subsuming the friction under the blanket category of 'Southern' (p. 5). Although these scholars and others occasionally note that Tate was particularly fixated with Virginia, writers on Tate have devoted little analysis to the regional tensions within Tate's descriptions of the South. Louis Rubins The Wary Fugitives is an important exception. Rubin recognizes the significance of Tate s aristocratic Virginia lineage to his identity as a southerner. Nevertheless, Rubin mostly refrains from analyzing how Virginia influenced Tate's writings. Oddly, Rubin quickly dismisses Tate's biographical works, declaring that 'neither of these two works should be considered as much more than incidental to Tate's literary career' and that the books were written with a 'minimum of self-scrutiny' (pp. 98, 297). He also looks at the temporal rather than spatial aspects of 'Ode to the Confederate Dead' and repeatedly addresses Tate's work in terms of an undifferentiated 'Old South.' By taking cues from the extensive scholarship on Tate, however, this essay offers a detailed examination of Tate's largely overlooked treatment of Virginia during his early career to illuminate not only issues such as his family, his art, and his 'South' but also the development of Tate's own sense of self. For scholarship on Tate consulted for this article, see Gale H. Carrithers, Jr., 'Tate, Lytle, and the New Criticism,' Southern Review 32 (1996): 172-82; C. Barry Chabot, 'Allen Tate and the Limits of Tradition,' Southern Quarterly 26 (hereafter cited as SQ) (1988): 50-51, 55-56; Paul K. Conkin, The Southern Agrarians (Knoxville, 1988), pp. 57-126; Mark Jancovich, The Cultural Politics of the New Criticism (New York, 1993), pp. 3-10, 29-66; Mark G. Malvasi, The Unregenerate South: The Agrarian Thought of John Crowe Ransom, Allen Tate, and Donald D avidson (Baton Rouge, 1997), pp. 89-152; Michael O'Brien, The Idea of the American South, 1926-41 (Baltimore, 1979), pp. 136-61; Michael O'Brien, Rethinking the South: Essays in Intellectual History (Athens, Ga., 1993), pp. 146-56; Thomas H. Underwood, Allen Tate: Orphan of the South (Princeton, 2000), pp. 3-29, 89-305; Louis D. Rubin, Jr., The Wary Fugitives: Four Poets and the South (Baton Rouge, 1978), pp. 64-76, 88-116, 294-326; Daniel Joseph Singal, The War Within: From Victorian to Modernist Thought in the South, 1919-1945 (Chapel Hill, 1982), pp. 202, 211-31; and James Radcliffe Squires, Allen Tate: A Literary Biography (New York, 1971), pp. 13-148.

3. Underwood, Allen Tate, pp. 6-20; Rubin, Wary Fugitives, pp. 65-69.

4. Conkin, Southern Agrarians, pp. 42-56; Underwood, Allen Tate, pp. 52-57, 87, 89-98, 101-9; Rubin, Wary Fugitives, p. 92.

5. Allen Tate, 'Last Days of the Charming Lady,' The Nation, 28 Oct. 1925, p. 486.

6. Donald Davidson to Allen Tate (hereafter cited as AT), 15 Feb. 1927, in John Tyree Fain and Thomas Daniel Young, eds., The Literary Correspondence of Donald Davidson and Allen Tate (Athens, Ga., 1974), p. 186 (emphasis in original). For Tate's continuous revisions of the poem from the late 1920s through the late 1930s, see Lawrence Kingsley, 'The Texts of Allen Tate's Ode to the Confederate Dead,'' Papers of the Bibliographical Society of America 71 (1977): 171-89.

7. Allen Tate, Collected Poems: 1919-1976 (New York, 1977), pp. 20-23.

8. Ibid., p. 21.

9. Allen Tate, Stonewall Jackson: The Good Soldier (1928; Nashville, 1995), pp. 200, 203; Michael Kreyling, Figures of the Hero in Southern Narrative (Baton Rouge, 1987), p. 113.

10. Tate, Stonewall Jackson, pp. 4-5, 12, 16-17.

11. Ibid., pp. 40, 68, 125, 128.

12. Ibid., pp. 38, 59.

13. Ibid., pp. 10, 20, 48.

14. AT to Donald Davidson, 26 Feb. 1928, in Fain and Young, eds., Literary Correspondence, p. 207.

15. Allen Tate, Jefferson Davis: His Rise and Fall (New York, 1929), pp. 15, 51; Kreyling; Figures, pp. 111-24.

16. Fate, Jefferson Davis, p. 33.

17. Ibid., pp. 19, 44, 55-56.

18. Ibid., pp. 60, 87, 90, 243-44.

19. Ibid., pp. 4-6, 132.

20. Ibid., pp. 104-5.

21. Tate, Stonewall Jackson, p. 171.

22. AT to Donald Davidson, 18 Feb. 1929, in Fain and Young, eds., Literary Correspondence, p. 224; Rubin, Wary Fugitives, p. 65; Underwood, Allen Tate, pp. 27, 186-87. For further insight into Tate's attraction to Catholicism and concerns with religion, see Glenn Cannon Arbery, 'Dante in Bardstown: Alien 'Fates Guide to Southern Fxile,' Thought 65 (1990): 97-98; Chabot, 'Allen Tate and the Limits of Tradition,' pp. 56-58; Thomas F. Haddox, 'Contextualizing Flannery O'Connor: Allen Tate, Caroline Gordon, and the Catholic Turn in Southern Literature,' SQ 38 (1999): 173-78; Singal, War Within, pp. 245-49; and Peter A. Huff, Allen Tate and the Catholic Revival: Trace of the Fugitive Gods (New York, 1996), pp. 9-11, 43-49, 64-70.

23. For insight into the Agrarians, see Conkin, Southern Agrarians, pp. 89-126; and Rubin, Wary Fugitives, pp. 251-56.

24. Allen Tate, 'Remarks on the Southern Religion,' in I'll Take My Stand: The South and the Agrarian Tradition, by Twelve Southerners (1930; New York, 1962), p. 167.

25. AT to John Peale Bishop, 11 Feb. 1932, in Thomas Daniel Young and John J. Hindle, eds., The Republic of Letters in America: The Correspondence of John Peale Bishop and Allen Tate (Lexington, Ky., 1981 ), p. 52; AT to Andrew Lytle, 16 July 1931, in Thomas Daniel Young and Elizabeth Sarcone, eds., The Lytle-Tate Letters: The Correspondence of Andrew Lytle and Allen Tate (Jackson, Miss., 1987), p. 46; Kreyling, Figures, pp. 115-24; Underwood, Allen Tate, p. 189.

26. AT to John Peale Bishop, 30 Oct. 1933, in Young and Hindle, eds., Republic of Letters, p. 84.

27. Underwood, Allen Tate, pp. 265-69.

28. Allen Tate, The Fathers (1938; Baton Rouge, 1996), pp. 129, 162-63. The revised version of Tate's novel is used because it reflects his continued engagement with his Virginia identity even after he had abandoned his fixation with the state. For literary scholarship on The Fathers, see Chabot, 'Allen Tate and the Limits of Tradition,' pp. 51, 58-65; Bruce Pirie, 'The Grammar of the Abyss: A Reading of The Fathers,' The Southern Literary Journal (hereafter cited as SLJ) 16 (1984): 81-92; John Strawn, 'Lacy Buchan as the Voice of Allen Tate's Modernist Aesthetic in The Fathers,' SLJ 26 (1993): 65-67, 76; and Singal, War Within, pp. 254-60.

29. Tate, The Fathers, pp. 12, 22, 205.

30. Ibid., pp. 235, 266.

31. For a thoughtful essay on Tate's autobiographical tendencies after publishing The Fathers, see Jeffrey J. Folks, ''The Archaeologist of Memory': Autobiographical Recollection in Tate's 'Maimed Man' Trilogy,' SLJ 27 (1994): 51, 55-60. For Tate's poems, see Tate, Collected Poems. Of particular interest are: 'The Maimed Man Trilogy' (1952-53), pp. 128-40; 'Aeneas at Washington' (1933), pp. 68-69; 'To the Lacedemonians' (1932/1936), pp. 85-88; 'Ode to Our Young Proconsuls of the Air' (1943), pp. 107-10; 'Winter Mask' (1942), pp. 111-13; 'Seasons of the Soul' (1944), pp. 114-22; and 'Farewell Rehearsed' (1976), p. 142.

32. Tate, Memoirs, p. 6.

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