An ever growing site of non-fiction,flotsam, fiction,memoir,autobiography,literature,history, ethnography, and book reviews about Appalachia, Appalachian Culture, and how to keep it alive!!! Also,how to pronounce the word: Ap-uh-latch-uh. Billy Ed Wheeler said that his mother always said,"Billy, if you don't quit, I'm going to throw this APPLE AT CHA" Those two ways are correct. All The Others Are Wrong.
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Saturday, May 23, 2026
"Atlanta Review: Poland Spring/Summer 2023"
Saturday, January 17, 2026
"The Patron Saint Of Ugly" by Marie Manilla
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
"Appalachian Folk Tales" Compiled and Edited By Loyal Jones
Thursday, October 30, 2025
"Fifty Best American Short Stories", Edited by Martha Foley
Wednesday, October 29, 2025
"Kinfolks: The Wigus Stories" by Gurney Norman
Tuesday, October 28, 2025
"Memoirs of a Geisha", Rereading A Classic Novel
Tuesday, September 30, 2025
"Aylesford Place: The Second Year" by Steve Demaree
Monday, July 7, 2025
"Introducing The Short Story" Edited by Henry I. Christ & Jerome Shostak
Tuesday, May 13, 2025
"African Short Stories" Edited by Chinua Achebe & C. L. Innes
Saturday, April 19, 2025
Reflections On Rereading "The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come" by John Fox, Jr.
Wednesday, February 12, 2025
"This Proud Heart" by Pearl Buck
Tuesday, January 21, 2025
"Maggie: A Girl Of The Streets" by Stephen Crane
Friday, October 25, 2024
"The Diving Bell And The Butterfly" by Jean-Dominique Bauby
My wife Candice and I just finished reading this fine little book by Jean-Dominique Bauby in the manner in which we have been reading books regularly for several years now. While Candice washes our breakfast dishes, I read aloud from whatever book we are reading at the time. When she finishes washing the dishes, I stop reading and rinse them. I put them away later. We alternate who chooses the next book we read, and this one was her choice. Our previous book which I chose was "Band Of Angels", a novel by Robert Penn Warren which I wrote about at this link. For us, this book is personal. Bauby was the editor of "Elle", the French fashion magazine, when he suddenly, and apparently without any warning, suffered a severe stroke in his early forties which left him with "Locked In Syndrome". Locked In Syndrome is a condition due to a stroke or other form of brain damage which leaves the patient completely paralyzed, unable to move or speak, and without any realistic hope of recovery. Usually, the patients mind is working perfectly well inside a completely dysfunctional body. Sometimes, as in Bauby's case, the patient is able to blink one or both eyes which is utilized to facilitate a form of communication. Bauby, his friends, family, and providers were trained to use an alphabet system with the letters of the alphabet arranged in order according to their frequency of use in French, his native language. The person communicating with such a patient is required to read the letters one at a time, wait until the patient blinks in response to a letter, write that letter down, and repeat the process until a word is spelled. Then a sentence, and thus a conversation. Bauby and a young female employee of his publisher utilized the system for him to write this book which is, understandably, only 132 short pages of about 175 words each for a total of approximately 23,000 words. Admittedly, that is a small word total for most adult non-fiction books. But for a book which was produced using the method described above, it is a phenomenal piece of work for both Bauby and his publisher's employee.
For my wife and I, the book is a personal matter for two reasons: 1) my wife has been in a wheelchair for about 26 years, and in a power chair for about 5 years due to a rare genetic disorder; 2) when I was an undergraduate at Morehead State University, I had a professor whose husband, a retired psychiatrist, suffered a massive stroke which left him with "Locked In Syndrome". On one occasion, my former professor told me the story of her husband's stroke and eventual death. They utilized some such system of eye blinking to discuss his condition, absolutely devastating prognosis, and their possible options in the matter. Admittedly, they were a couple who were unusually prepared by their professional lives to deal with such an issue in their private lives. Her husband was a retired medical doctor and psychiatrist who had run a large state operated mental health treatment system. His wife was a doctoral level professor of social work who had also worked in mental health setting in the past. But, as she told me the story, it was obvious that she was still totally devastated by the decision they had reached in his case. They had discussed their problem and their options, as I described above, and her husband chose to be disconnected from life support and to die rather than to linger for whatever time the health care system could have kept him alive. Admittedly, my wife and I have a very unique perspective from which to assess Bauby's incredible little book.
The book is written in very short chapters, very little pages, and is an incredible read both for its brevity and its breadth in how much information it contains. Bauby says little until almost the end of the book about the actual event of his stroke. It moves from short segments about his life in a state government operated system for very difficult neurological cases in France to segments about his life before his stroke to other segments about how he spends his time when he is alone in his hospital bed. He discusses his creation of fantasies about what had previously been his goals and dreams, his life with his young children and wife, and his professional life as the editor of a major French fashion magazine. This is a book which a good reader can finish in a single sitting. But it is also a book which can require some time between sittings for the reader to absorb and process the information it contains. This is an incredible book and well worth reading by every reader
Sunday, October 13, 2024
Appalachia Day Homecoming, AliceLloyd College, October 12, 2024
Yesterday, October 12, 2024, I attended Appalachia Day Homecoming at Alice Lloyd College with my wife Candice, our friend Eugenia "Genia" DeCoursey Hall, and her friend Sharon White who is the wife of John White with whom I worked nearly fifty years ago as cooks at Kentucky Fried Chicken in Prestonsburg, Kentucky. Genia, Sharon, and I had all attended ALC many years ago and Genia and I have been friends for over fifty years. My wife Candice is actually an alumnus of the University of Wisconsin-Platteville, in Platteville, Wisconsin. But over the last 32 years, she has become a lover of Appalachia and Appalachian Culture. Candice and I left our home at about 8:30am in an attempt to arrive by no later than 10am since it is about a 70 mile drive from our house and somewhere near 30 miles of the trip is over two lane roads including US 460 from our house to Salyersville, Kentucky, Kentucky 7 from Garrett, Kentucky to the Floyd/Knott county line, and Kentucky 899 from there to Pippa Passes where the college is located. Amazingly, we got there in time to get the last handicapped parking space on the highway on campus instead of having to park half a mile away. Most of the various vendors were already set up selling a large variety of arts, crafts, food, and books. The crowd was comfortably large but not overwhelming. The main highway or street through campus was shut down totally and vendors were actually set up in parts of the road where visitors wandered around or stopped to listen to local musicians and the Alice Lloyd College Choir, The Voices of Appalachia.
Candice and I had driven together, naturally, and Genia and Sharon had driven in Genia's car but arrived a couple of hours after us. Candice and I had naturally worn our Kamala Harris shirts and, since it was a fairly cool early fall morning, we had chosen to wear Harris/Walz shirts on the outside and Harris/Walz tee shirts underneath so we could change our outer layer when the sun warmed up to about 75 or 80 degrees. The photo above is of my Harris tee shirt which my regular readers have seen before. I had not been on the property very long when I encountered a man who approached me and said he liked my shirt. We had a fairly long conversation about politics on which we agreed fully, learned that we hadfew friends in common from the ALC days. Then to my surprise, he asked me to take a selfie with me and actually used both our phones to get the photo below. I told him of the death of a good friend of both of us a few years ago due primarily to a tragic accident in which our friend had been asleep in a recliner in the living room of his ground level apartment and was hit when an impaired driver literally drove into his living room. Then we parted ways. The photo below is of the two of us at Appalachia Day.
Then Candice and I wandered around, sometimes together, sometimes separately, looking at the things which interested us, talking to a few people here and there, getting registered, etc. Candice also decided she wanted to order a sweatshirt which ALC was selling which is Appalachian in nature. The people who were selling the shirts for the college could only provide a few tee shirts on the spot, could not take credit or debit cards, and Candice had to pay in advance for the shirt with cash, fill out an order card, and wait some undetermined time to receive the shirt. I am certain that more of the shirts would have been bought if all those issues had not been part of the deal. The photo below is of Candice's Harris/Walz tee shirt.
Sunday, September 15, 2024
A Very Rewarding Visit With My Surgeon!
When I have any serious appointment for any reason, and especially for medical visits, I always carry whatever book I am reading to the visit since waiting room and even examination room waits can be longer than just a few minutes. I always read during those waits unless I sometimes become engaged in a positive conversation with another patient. As I had said in two of the blog posts linked above, during those particular visits both of these doctors noticed what I was reading and engaged me in conversations about the books at those times. This is not a very common practice among doctors and, right or wrong, I have always considered the fact that they did so to be a compliment to the quality of my reading material. I never read what I call "light reading" or "drug store fiction", and neither do most doctors. They are universally too busy. But I learned long ago that nearly all doctors have been engaged, like me, in a lifetime habit of reading or most of them would never have become doctors in the first place. This past Friday, September 13, 2024, I had my regular annual visit with my surgeon and went to the visit reading "The Road To Unfreedom" by Timothy Snyder whose works I have written about on more than one occasion on this blog, and about which I will most certainly write more in the future. Snyder is one of the best historians, authors, and political thinkers in America today. He is a professor of history at Yale University and holds an endowed chair there where such a guaranteed lifetime position would be one of the most competitive jobs in education in the world. Snyder writes in about a half dozen languages, reads in about four or five more, is an incredibly diligent researcher, and an author any high level reader has to respect. This particular book is the third of his works which I have read and I will write about it in the near future when I finish it.
As my surgeon entered the examination room, he glanced at my book, asked me "what are you reading today?" and turned to my wife Candice to say, "he never lets me down when he recommends me books". The first ten minutes or so of our conversation were about Timothy Snyder, his work, politics, and books in general. Then for about two minutes, he said, "your ultrasounds are great. You're perfect. Your arteries are perfect." and we returned to our conversation about politics, literature, and travel since I had told him I had bought "Black Earth: The Holocaust As History And Warning" by Snyder at the El Paso Holocaust Museum in 2017. When we finished our conversation and he was ready to move on to his next patient, he actually walked with me to the front desk to tell the staff when I needed to return and we ended our conversation there. I won't see him for another year unless some catastrophe strikes and I need his medical expertise on short notice. But I know in advance that I will carry whatever book I am reading then, hopefully a biography of Kamala Harrris, President of the United States, and we will discuss it and whatever we both have been reading shortly before the visit. And he will continue to provide me the same excellent, potentially life saving medical expertise he always has. Then both of us will go out to order whatever book the other has recommended. That is the kind of doctor I wish all of you could benefit from on a regular basis.
Since originally completing and posting this blog post, I have become engaged in a long and rewarding messaging exchange with one of my former high school teacher whom I have been in regular contact with over the last several years. Our exchange this time was prompted by this blog post and she said during that exchange that We need you to stay around and get our country back on track.Those kinds of compliments about my writings on politics are what keep me writing on this blog and in other venues, both because I know that if we don't save democracy in this election we may well lose it forever, and because I know that I am correct about this situation in America today and my writing just might change a few minds in the right direction.
Tuesday, August 27, 2024
"The Town And The City" by Jack Kerouac--Thoughts On A Rereading
"The Town And The City" was Jack Kerouac's first published novel and was released by Harcourt, Brace, and Company in 1950. It began one of the greatest careers in American fiction for Kerouac and was the initial expression of what would become known as The Beat Writers. I read it the first time in about 1974 after having been exposed to Kerouac by Robert "Bob" Snyder who was the Director of the Southern Appalachian Circuit of Antioch College in Beckley, West Virginia. Bob was a professor, mentor, and friend to me and dozens of other young Appalachian writers. I had no exposure to Kerouac at all prior to that, especially in the public school system of Knott County Kentucky. I might have heard his name but had never read a single thing he wrote until that time. By the time I began to read him, he had published more than a dozen novels and was a household name in most of literate America. I had slowly evolved from a young Appalachian boy who was deeply interested in literature, politics, and the arts into a more developed reader and writer and a hippy and opponent of the Vietnam War. That metamorphosis was complete after my time at the Southern Appalachian Circuit of Antioch College in the company of Bob Snyder and the other faculty and students at what was a small, somewhat experimental campus Antioch had set up as an outreach to what they considered to be disadvantaged groups in several locations around the country. I was immediately enthralled with Kerouac's writing and the first of his books I read was probably "Dharma Bums" or "On The Road". I quickly went on to devour nearly every printed word the man ever wrote and regretted that he did not live to write that much more. He is truly one of the 8 or 10 greatest writers America has ever produced and one of the few about whom it can be said that he actually established, along with several of his friends, a new school of writing.
Recently, on one of my many trips to small "junk stores", I wandered into a first edition copy of "The Town And The City" which I had bought in a small pile of other older, less important books in which I was also interested. As I was going through the owner's small shelf of used books in what is essentially a small antique shop, now on its way out of business to be replaced by a booth in a Peddler's Mall, I saw the title on the spine of the book, pulled it off the shelf and was amazed to see that Kerouac and Harcourt, Brace, and Company had originally published the book under the name "John Kerouac". I never said a word to the owner whom I like personally, but who knows little or nothing about books and writing. I immediately laid the book in "my pile" and moved on, as I always do, to find what I want in such stores and then to negotiate a blanket price for the lot. To say the least, I paid less for the lot than I would have to obtain this book alone which was published under his legal name instead of the pen name he had adopted later and which became how he will always be known to the world. Admittedly, the book is an ex-library copy with typical library markings and some clinging evidence of a former library dust jacket, but it still well worth keeping forever to me.
My wife had previously read only two of Kerouac's books and had liked those: "Visions of Gerard" and "The Subterraneans" which we had actually read together with me reading out loud while she washes dishes which I rinse and put away later. She had tried one of his other more stream of consciousness novels previously and didn't like it at all. So I had decided to try the softer, gentler, deeply loving pair of novels to attempt to hook her on Kerouac. It had worked and now we moved on to this unique copy of "The Town And The City". This book is in most ways a very typical first novel by an American author who is deeply committed to getting himself published. But is also a very good novel, not great, but quite good, well structured with a well developed group of central characters, the Martin family in a small town in Massachusetts and later in New York City. It is about their lives as a family unit and as individuals and is quite long at 499 pages compared to most of Kerouac's later works. It leads us through this large family's lives in the years preceding World War II and the War itself, shows the development of the individual children into unique adults, their individual departure from the family nest, a wonderful old farmhouse on the edge of a small, close knit town. It also depicts the father's descent into gambling, drinking, and losing his small printing company, and eventually the home. He becomes a printer in companies owned by others, and eventually moves with the wife and two youngest children to New York where he works the last of his career and dies old and broken down in a small apartment.
The later sections of the book contain two interesting segments. First, in an encounter on the streets of New York, one of the Martin sons who seems to most closely depict the author himself meets a small group of other young men who appear to depict the young Ginsberg and Burroughs or perhaps Gregory Corso. Another of the characters in that small group is called "the young thug Jack" which is a fascinating way for Kerouac to have described himself. To my knowledge, this is the first time America was exposed in literature to part of the group of people who would become known as The Beat Writers. At the end of the book, the funeral of the father, George Martin, is set in the small New England town in which he and his wife grew up and were married. The depiction in the conclusion of the novel is one which could have been typically been written about a funeral and visitation in almost any small, rural town in America. It could have definitely been written about funerals in general in Eastern Kentucky where I grew up. The entire town turns out to bring George Martin home, say goodbye to him, and bury him in the little country church yard. A large collection of distant relatives from both sides of the family show up, many of whom the Martin children have never met. But all of them seem to remember George Martin and his wife. It is a wonderful depiction of a funeral in rural America and points out just how clearly Kerouac intended to contrast his character's lonely death in a small apartment in the largest city in America as opposed to the funeral which his native small town was willing to provide to one who had not lived there in many years. It is the perfect ending to a long, complex, wonderful first novel by anyone's standards.






























