Thursday, February 25, 2010

Introduction – John Gardner

John Gardner July 21, 1933 – September 14, 1982

Never have I spent so much time researching an author. The time I have spent has almost gone beyond what I seem to think is necessary, and is becoming an obsession that is interfering with the reading of the short stories.

I’m not sure what it is about Gardner that has attracted me to him. I’ve listened to interviews conducted with Don Swaim, I’ve read countless interviews, read portions of books by him and about him off of Google Books, sifted through the journal of Joyce Carol Oates to read her thoughts of him, sought out photos of him, read archived newspaper articles about him...I just need to stop and get what I have about him down here and get along with reading the shorts.

The closest thing that I can narrow down as to the reason for the attraction, is the fact that he wrote a very controversial book, heaped praise on one of my favorite writers, drank to excess, smoked and then died in a motorcycle accident. His death occurred shortly after he finished pulling together his selections for this volume. He selected stories published in magazines from 1981 – selection process must have been done early in ’81 and the anthology must have come out in mid to late ’82 – just before his death in September.

I’d like to point out the contents of this volume. He made the decision not to order them in the book alphabetically by the last name of the author. I’d be interested to know what his placement reasons were...or if, during my reading, I can discover a pattern.

Also, it should be noted and I’ll quote him below, that he only selected one story from The New Yorker.

That’s my man!

He did select two stories from his own literary publication MSS – I can’t help but feel that this was a bit selfish.

Below, are portions from the introduction that I feel will give a better insight to the selections he made as well as show why I am so excited to read the stories.

From the introduction:

...but I can’t believe anyone with nay sense would deny that these are extremely good stories, or that the richness and variety of the whole makes this an unusually readable, abundantly satisfying collection.

In short this collection is a result of choices, but I would not like to be forced to defend those choices in front of a serious Board of Inquisition.

But of the hundred and twenty stories she passed on to me, I like only ten enough to consider for this collection, and in the end I included only six- some of those partly because my wife, another experienced reader of (in my opinion) unimpeachable taste, argued me around to them.

Gardner goes into further detail at this point in the introduction as to how he, Shannon and his wife Liz chose the stories for this book. He mentions that he started reading for these selections about a week before his deadline. He cites being frantically busy. Gardner had Shannon send him “her truckload of magazines”. He and his wife read themselves blind.

The only New Yorker story Liz would divorce me for not including is Mary Robinson’s “Coach,” which is one reason (though not the only one) that it’s here. On the whole my taste has never been partial to New Yorker stories. The New Yorker publishes more fiction than anybody else, some of it excellent, but in general I find the magazine all knife-flash, no blood. I like even less imitation New Yorker stories- increasingly common in the so-called little magazines.

-Wonderful I was so happy to read the above paragraph.

The selection of these stories was not solely mine, in other words, though I’m finally responsible and proud to be so.

The three-way collaboration did not force my choices, like a dully compromising committee vote; instead, like tarot cards, it enabled me to see things I might otherwise have missed. In the end, I give you my word; I’m stubborn as a mule.

...-I favor, on the one hand (as I’ve suggested), metaphysical stories, maybe gentled by humor, or at the very least heavy, thoughtful pieces...and I favor on the other hand, brilliant lighter stories, comic or quasi comic, seriously conceived, surprisingly imaginative, stories hinting at depths of meaning below the facile surface-...Fiction more smooth and sophisticated than I would care to write myself, or indeed, know how to write, is also represented...

If one were really to choose the “best” short stories of a given year, one might conceivably end up with a half dozen stories by one author.

At present the heavyweight is Joyce Carol Oates. Though her work is even more uneven than was Faulkner’s, she’s notoriously prolific, and of the numerous stories she published in 1981 at least three or four are as powerful, original, and moving as “Theft,” the story I’ve chosen. In selecting only one, I implicitly acknowledge that this anthology is representative, not absolute.

Nineteen eighty-one saw the publication of interesting stories by John Updike, Donald Barthelme, Ann Beattie, William Gass, Bary Targan, and at least one superb story by Frederick Barthelme; but none of these stories seems to me to hold up beside the work of relative newcomers represented here, or even to some of the work of other newcomers I’ve read and liked,...

-Looks like he is still seeking the forgiveness of the writers he shanked in “On Moral Fiction”.

...the 1981 stories of the famous writers I’ve mentioned all seem to me a bit too casual, too safe.

A new seriousness seems to have settled over North American short fiction. I don’t know for sure what the reasons are. I suspect our culture, or at least a segment of it may finally be tiring of the self-consciously trivial artistic practice Americans favored in the age when we wanted to seem as wearily elegant and intelligent as post –World War I Europeans-...

I’d also like to draw attention to some observations by Joyce Carol Oates. These are from her journal.

May 26, 1977

Gave an impromptu dinner party for John Gardner, who breezed into town unannounced. He was sweet, outrageous, charming in a strange way subdued, possibly a little tired; drank mainly wine all evening and consequently wasn’t as difficult to deal with as the last time we met; seemed genuinely affectionate to Ray and me. His marriage is ended. He is living with a young woman, a girl really, twenty-one or twenty-two, in Cambridge NY, in what he describes as a hunter’s cabin, He appears to be in need of money, which is ironic, since he has had several best sellers and has sold paperback rights for large sums...It was good to see him. I like him very much; far better than I recall. (Our last meeting was some sort of disaster. He was stupefied with drink.) His hands were filthy, amazingly dirty!...He spoke of also of carrying a gun everywhere with him. charming brilliant man, a delight to know. I’m really pleased with the success he’s had in recent years. He deserves it.

March1, 1978

...Skimmed through John Gardner’s Moral Fiction. Cranky, careless, inaccurate, mean spirited. I wonder – why did he do it? Why attack his (former?) friends Bob Coover and John Barth like that? So cruelly pointless. So self-serving. He’s jealous of the, and of Barthelme, and Updike; why not admit it? I am one of the few people he singles out for praise (however faint, however dim) yet I still feel the sting of the book, its silly complacent didactic self-righteousness. He’s been physically ill, of course – yet I almost wonder whether he hasn’t been somewhat emotionally ill as well.

----And finally, some more insight to Gardner from a couple of reviewers.

Gardner's own curriculum vitae was quite impressive. Author of 15 books and recipient of abundant critical acclaim, he had even sought to define art. In a collection of essays, On Moral Fiction, he wrote: “... true art is moral; it seeks to improve life, not debase it. It seeks to hold off, at least for a while, the twilight of the gods and us.... We recognize true art by its careful, thoroughly honest search for an analysis of values. It is not didactic because, instead of teaching by authority and force it explores, open-mindedly, to learn what it should teach ... moral art tests values and rouses trustworthy feelings about the better and the worse in human action.”

Rodman, Selden. "Gardner's Last Novel." The New Leader 65.18 (4 Oct. 1982): 18. Rpt. in Contemporary Literary Criticism. Ed. Jean C. Stine and Bridget Broderick. Vol. 28. Detroit

Gardner's confidence that he's an originator of ideas has gotten him into trouble. He was accused of “borrowing passages” from scholars in his The Life and Times of Chaucer; he admitted to “paraphrasing.” On the defensive, he writes in this novel's acknowledgments that he has “borrowed ideas and good lines” from Martin Luther, Friedrich Nietzsche, Ludwig Wittgenstein, Norman O. Brown, Martin Heidegger, and— if that's not enough to cover himself—from “acquaintances, friends, and loved ones.” He's also effectively hidden them.

Harris, Robert R. "What's So Moral about John Gardner's Fiction?" Saturday Review 9.6 (June 1982): 70-71. Rpt. in Contemporary Literary Criticism. Ed. Jean C. Stine and Bridget Broderick. Vol. 28

John Gardner's On Moral Fiction has been criticized supposedly because it is moral criticism similar to that of Irving Babbitt, which we seemingly have gone beyond. In addition to the furor caused by Gardner's thesis, that “art is essentially serious and beneficial, a game played against chaos and death, against entropy,” the writers under Gardner's attack may have caused On Moral Fiction to be attacked in turn—Bellow, Porter , Coover , Gaddis, Pynchon , Updike , and Barth , to name only a few, as readers wish to rescue their favorites from Gardner's Judgment, Wrath, and Doom. But aside from the wish to defend one's favorites, Gardner's thesis causes intellectual difficulties of many sorts, a liberal wish not to censor anything and limit the free play of ideas and the problem of whose morality is right.

Gardner has subsequently, in interviews and essays, qualified his views. Over two years ago, he said that true art is invariably affirmative, soft pedaling censorship, by saying that great fiction provides readers vicarious experience, helping “us know what we believe” and reenforcing “those qualities which are noblest in us” and leading us “to feel uneasy about our failings and limitations.” In the recently published, “Learning From Disney and Dickens,” Gardner retreats still further, saying, “I've come to see that fiction simply dramatizes.” Gardner furthers this position in On Becoming a Novelist by asking the following question, “Does the twenty—or twenty-five year old writer really have brilliant insights that the intelligent reading public (doctors, lawyers, professors, skilled machinists, businessmen) has never thought of? If the young novelist's answer is an emphatic yes, he would do the world a favor by entering the ministry or the Communist party.” Still later in the same book, Gardner says, “One cannot argue that the writer's purpose should be the creation of moral fiction, or any other kind; one cannot even argue that his purpose should be to create something beautiful or pleasing or even honest or universally interesting” (86).

Barrow, Craig. "On a Moral Fiction Writer's Last Novel: Gardner's Mickelsson's Ghosts." Critique: Studies in Modern Fiction 26.2 (Winter 1985): 49-56. Rpt. in Contemporary Literary Criticism Select

Gardner died in a motorcycle accident on September 14, 1982. One can only wonder if it was death that could have been prevented. Was he driving drunk? Was he driving recklessly? Did he as one blogger suggests – commit suicide?

I can’t help but feel his presence as I read these stories. The weight he carried, and still carries for me, is enormous.

I’m really looking forward to reading these selections. I can’t wait to see what they bring forth in me.

The Best American Short Stories 1982

The Best American Short Stories 1982 ed. John Gardner & Shannon Ravenel

Introduction - John Gardner

Cathedral - Raymond Carver

Dancing Ducks and Talking Anus - James Ferry

The Courtship of Widow Sobcek - Joanna Higgins

Good Rockin’ Tonight - William Hauptman

Shelter the Pilgrim - Fred Licht

Coach - Mary Robison

Exchange Value - Charles Johnson

K. 590 - Nicholson Baker

The Dolphin Story - Joyce Renwick

The Continental Heart - Lissa McLaughlin

The Cafe de Paris - Roberta Gupta

The Power of Language Is Such That Even a Single Word Taken Truly to Heart Can Change Everything - Alvin Greenberg

The Gift Horse’s Mouth - R. E. Smith

Harmony of the World - Charles Baxter

Coming Over - Edith Milton

The Girl Who Was No Kin to the Marshalls - Anne Hobson Freeman

Prize Tomatoes - Anne F. Rosner

Proud Monster—Sketches - Ian MacMillan

Lamb Says - Roseanne Coggeshall

Theft - Joyce Carol Oates

The Best American Short Stories 1982

I can’t at this time remember which shipment this book was bundled with but I have a feeling it was with a Better World Books order. It is a former library book, and as with previous books from BWB, it is in wonderful condition.

The book is from the Sun Prairie Public Library in Sun Prairie Wisconsin.

The circulation history on the overdue card only dates back to June of 1990 – I’m sure it saw higher circulation closer to its release date. It was also affixed with a computer barcode for circulation when the library updated their system so any history after 1996 is a mystery.

Little funny thing I noticed – It was stamped “non-fiction”.

Accident I’m sure.

Concerning Sun Prarie Library, they seem to be a very cool system.

First thing I noticed was their operating hours. Long weekday hours and they are even open on Sundays!

They have a great online presence and as I finish typing this I’ll start to follow them on twitter and become a fan on their Facebook page. They even have close to 70 pictures on a Flickr account.

Because of their Flickr page, I was able to take a little tour of the former home of my book (great check-out area with a great looking Blue Cow!).

They are very active on both their social networking accounts and post updates and schedules regularly.

It really looks like The BASS 1982 had a comfortable home, and once again, I thank the forward thinking librarian that decided weed out this book and allow BWB to sell it to me.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The Best American Short Stories 1981 - Completed

OK – here are some quick figures on The BASS 1981.

I started reading – or at least posted my first report on the book on Jan. 21, 2010. I am making my last post on Feb. 24, 2010. That works out to:

1 month 3 days


4 weeks 6 days


34 days


24 weekdays


802 hours

There were 20 stories and this works out to 1.7 stories per day.

The authors were split right down the center by gender.

As addressed in the Intro to this collection, the most represented literary magazine was the New Yorker, and this collection had the New York literary scene all over it.

My favorite was: The winter father by Andre Dubus

My least favorite was: The Idea of Switzerland by Walter Abish

Overall, I really enjoyed this collection. I suppose I can attribute the speed (slow for most) of my reading/research and thoughts to the excellent collection contained between the covers.

Calisher did a fine job in assembling 20 great stories and her confidence in the strength of the short story form was right on target.

On to 1982

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Change – Larry Woiwode

Larry Woiwode - October 30, 1941

The final story of this volume - and just by the luck of having a “W” beginning his last name, Calisher is able to leave us with a pleasant taste in our mouth as we finish this book.

Ordering the stories in these collections alphabetically by the authors last name is surely the most democratic way of presenting the stories but if I do feel it important for the volume editor to point out his/her favorite by placing them in the front of the book because I do not think that most readers of these collections read the book all the way through.

My assumption is that these books find their way onto bedside tables where they get buried under other “to read” books and I’m sure they are placed on the tanks of plenty of toilets where the stories are read during certain “duties”. It’s a shame that this was the last story of the book – it’s a real gem and I hope that more people seek it out.

Woiwode offers a strong story in “Change”. It should be no surprise given his talent and the popularity of his other writings. Today, he is a lesser known author and doesn’t seem to have survived (in the literature world) the early 80s.

One interesting little twist that I feel I must point out and that I am sure I will touch upon in a post concerning The BASS 1982.

Woiwode is the last author in this book. Again - last just because of his last name.

The next volume in The BASS, is of course 1982.

The volume editor for 1982 is John Gardner.

John Gardner died on September 14, 1982.

In addition to being the guest editor that year, he was the director of the Creative Writing Program at SUNY Binghamton.

Now the twist. - Who became the next director of that program after Gardner’s death?

Larry Woiwode.


Now, I’ll write about what passed through my head as I read and finished this wonderful story.

My thoughts are pretty far from the message that I think Woiwode was attempting to deliver – and I received it – but I’m not writing a story review.

I find myself reflecting once again on my father and his life, as his life and mind now seems to be closing in on itself like a dying star.

Just as the family next door to the main character in this short, my father grew up in a rough and tumble family.

Oldest of 4 kids – 2 younger brothers and a sister. They lived in what was considered the poorest part of Des Moines in a “Sears” house. I was told that his father ordered this house from Sears, and constructed on a chunk of land. A quick internet search yields up that yes, there were “Sears” houses...but I am certain that the houses in the catalog look nothing like what I remember seeing in the early 1990s.

My father ran in the alleys with a blonde Mohawk haircut – shoeless – cutoff shorts and most likely shirtless.

He got into fights, picked on kids and got into trouble – as one would expect a kid to do.

He would return home and sleep in the same bed with his brothers and the entire family would crowd around the table for meals where survival of the fittest came into play.

Several years ago, change came to my father’s old house just as change came to the family in the story.

The old white ‘Sears” house was demolished.

The destruction of the house had an impact on my father – I’m sure of it because he mentioned it quite often in the early days before he was officially diagnosed. It was one of those stories that he would tell over and over – and you’d just let him tell it because you figured that he was just getting old and “forget” that he told it several months prior.

Well – I suppose there was something more there – hidden deep inside.

Still of Some Use – John Updike

John Updike - March 18, 1932 – January 27, 2009

Another story by Updike. I was really looking forward to reading it because of my new fondness for his writing. I can’t wait to read more. I’ll say it again – or something along the lines of what I said before – I can’t believe that it has taken so ling for me to read him. What a true master.

Attics are wonderful places. The apartment M and I live in now, does not have an attic – so we are forced to use our closets and my mother’s attic for overflow storage.

My mother’s attic. I lived in that attic from about age 13 through 18 – and it is where I slept when I came home to visit during college breaks.

Through some of the most developmental years of my life, I lived in that attic, and the fact that I did, enhanced those years. I was free from the prying eyes of my mother – my sister and all those that I felt were snooping on me (at that age, someone is always snooping).

I decorated the walls with street signs, posters of bikini models (Cindy Crawford was a favorite) and was able to position my stereo perfectly to allow the outside world to hear the “music” I loved.

I burned incense – which stirred suspicions in my mother that I had turned the attic into some sort of opium den. It may have looked that like one but the strongest thing ingested up there was Pepsi.

I secreted away copies of Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues and even a couple – um- other titles that featured ladies in –um- not a lot of clothes.

It was like a tree house, a guy’s hideaway and I loved it.

A great room to grow up in.

Living in the attic with me was plenty of our family’s past. Old books from my parent’s college days, outdated encyclopedias, a loom, WWII Nazi trophies of war, old clothes, toys, old furniture and countless boxes of “junk”. On boring weekends, I’d venture to that side of the attic and sift through the boxes in an attempt to discover a bit more about my family. At times, I’d come across a nice piece of the puzzle...but mostly, there was plenty of junk.

Today, I venture up to the attic about once a month – usually looking for an old book. I stored most of my bachelor possessions up in the attic back in ’98 before I left for Romania, and about 80% of what I left there remains today. The boxes are filled with books and papers from college. Stuff I’m sure most guys like me have stashed away. There is even a suitcase filled with the remnants of my 2 years in Negresti - letters from home and of course – papers.

Attics are wonderful time capsules of our lives that should be explored from time to time.

One day, I’m sure I’ll find the time to unseal those boxes and open that suitcase and rediscover parts of my life.

My God- What Have I Done?!

These new purchases are outside of my reading. Sometimes you are presented with a deal too good to refuse.

"Every man must die sooner or later, but good books must be preserved."
Don Vincente

The Best American Short Stories 1969 ed. Martha Foley & David Burnett

1 The Eldest Child - Maeve Brennan- New Yorker Jun 23 ’68

9 Play Like I’m Sheriff - Jack Cady- Twigs #4 ’68

21 Murphy’s Xmas - Mark Costello- Transatlantic Review Win ’68

37 Walking Wounded - John Bart Gerald- Harper’s Aug ’68

49 The Foreigner in the Blood - Mary Gray Hughes- Esquire Feb ’68

69 The Boy in the Green Hat - Norma Klein- Prairie Schooner Sum ’68

81 Happiness - Mary Lavin- New Yorker Dec 14 ’68

99 The Boat - Alistair Macleod- Massachusetts Review Spr ’68

117 The Day the Flowers Came - David Madden- Playboy Sep ’68

129 Pictures of Fidelman - Bernard Malamud- Atlantic Monthly Dec ’68

147 Porkchops with Whiskey and Ice Cream - Matthew W. McGregor- The Virginia Quarterly Review Spr ’68

165 Gold Coast - James Alan McPherson- Atlantic Monthly Nov ’68

183 The Inheritance of Emmy One Horse [as by Christopher Garrard]- John R. Milton- The South Dakota Review Spr ’68

195 By the River - Joyce Carol Oates- December, 1968

213 The Visitation - Nancy Pelletier- Pansing Intr1 Sep ’68

233 Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams - Sylvia Plath- Atlantic Monthly Sep ’68

249 Paper Poppy - Miriam Rugel- The Kenyon Review #4 ’68

265 The Tea Bowl of Ninsei Nomura - Margaret Shipley- The Denver Quarterly Sum ’68

275 The Colony - Isaac Bashevis Singer- Commentary Nov ’68

287 Benjamen Burning - Joyce Madelon Winslow- Intr1 Sep ’68

The Best American Short Stories 1972 ed. Martha Foley

1 Gold M. F. Beal- New American Review #11 ’71

16 The World War I Los Angeles Airplane - Richard Brautigan- New American Review #12 ’71

20 Covenant - Kelly Cherry- Commentary, 1971

48 A Death on the East Side - Herbert Gold- Esquire May ’71

75 The Supremacy of the Hunza - Joanne Greenberg- Transatlantic Review, ‘71

93 The Breadman - Mary Heath- The Virginia Quarterly Review Sum ’71

113 Drums Again - Edward M. Holmes- The Virginia Quarterly Review Sum ’71

123 The Judge - Mary Gray Hughes- Atlantic Monthly Nov ’71

138 In Black and White - Ann Jones- The Virginia Quarterly Review Sum ’71

153 Three Washington Stories - Ward Just- Atlantic Monthly Dec ’71

180 His Day Out - Robert Kalechofsky- Western Humanities Review Sum ’71

193 The Further Adventures of Brunhild - Rebecca Kavaler- The Yale Review Aut ’71

212 Fox and Swan - John L’Heureux- Transatlantic Review, ‘71

226 Intimacy - Ralph Maloney- Atlantic Monthly Feb ’71

235 The Aesculapians - Marvin Mandell- Epoch Spr ’71

256 The Dock-Witch - Cynthia Ozick- Event Spr ’71

290 The Vacation - Joe Ashby Porter- Occident Fll ’71

309 The Magic Apple - Penelope Street- Occident, ‘71

324 Meet Me in the Green Glen - Robert Penn Warren- The Partisan Review, ‘71

347 Stealing Cars - Theodore Weesner- Audience, ‘71

373 The Guns in the Closet - Jose Yglesias- New Yorker, ‘71

The Best American Short Stories 1975 ed. Martha Foley

1 The Lie - Russell Banks- Fiction International #2/3 ’74

8 The School - Donald Barthelme- New Yorker Jun 17 ’74

12 How to Win - Rosellen Brown- Massachusetts Review v14 #4 ’74

26 Desert Matinee - Jerry Bumpus- Fiction International #2/3 ’74

37 Bambi Meets the Furies - Frederick Busch- The Ohio Review Fll ’74

47 Waiting for Astronauts - Nancy Chaikin- The Colorado Quarterly Aut ’74

59 Paths Unto the Dead - Mary Clearman- Georgia Review Sum ’74

69 Tyranny - Lyll Becerra de Jenkins- New Yorker, 1974

80 Cadence - Andre Dubus- The Sewanee Review Sum ’74

100 Big Boy - Jesse Hill- Ford Atlantic Monthly, 1974

111 The Spirit in Me - William Hoffman- The Sewanee Review Spr ’74

124 The Analyst - Evan Hunter- Playboy Dec ’74

137 How Jerem Came Home - Paul Kaser- The Colorado Quarterly Aut ’74

144 The Lost Salt Gift of Blood - Alistair Macleod- The Southern Review, 1974

162 The Burial - Jack Matthews- Georgia Review Win ’74

178 The Howard Parker Montcrief Hoax - Eugene McNamara- Canadian Fiction Magazine Win ’74

197 Night and Day at Panacea - Reynolds Price- Harper’s Aug ’74

212 Polonaise - Abraham Rothberg- Massachusetts Review v15 #4 ’74

254 Lullaby - Leslie Silko- Chicago Review v26 #1 ’74

264 The Man Who Lived - Barry Targan- Southern Review, 1974

278 The American Sickness - Jose Yglesias- Massachusetts Review v15 #4 ’74

The Best American Short Stories 1977 ed. Martha Foley

1 The Trouble with Being Food - Frederick Busch- Esquire, 1976

15 Tarzan Meets the Department Head - Price Caldwell- The Carleton Miscellany, 1976

24 Falconer - John Cheever- Playboy Jan ’76

43 At Peace - Ann Copeland- Canadian Fiction Magazine Aug ’76

66 Pleadings - John William Corrington- The Southern Review, 1976

102 Growing Up in No Time - Philip Damon- Hawaii Review, 1976

111 The Steinway Quintet - Leslie Epstein- Antæus, 1976

161 The Lover - Eugene K. Garber- Shenandoah, 1976

181 Look at a Teacup - Patricia Hampl- New Yorker, 1976

188 Rider Baine Kerr- The Denver Quarterly, 1976

205 A Questionnaire for Rudolph Gordon - John Matthews- Malahat Review Jul ’76

210 A Passion for History - Stephen Minot- The Sewanee Review Spr ’76

222 The Woman Who Thought Like a Man - Charles Newman- The Partisan Review v43 #4 ’76

235 Gay - Joyce Carol Oates- Playboy Dec ’76

256 Going After Cacciato - Tim O’Brien- Ploughshares Spr ’76

275 The Chink and the Clock People - Tom Robbins- American Review, 1976

291 A Fresno Fable - William Saroyan- New Yorker, 1976

293 Breed - John Sayles- Atlantic Monthly Jul ’76

317 Your Place Is Empty - Anne Tyler- New Yorker, 1976

338 Anthropology: What Is Lost in Rotation - William S. Wilson- Antæus, 1976