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An Egyptian Bondage and Other Stories
Face Of Creation
Tahirih: A Portrait in Poetry: Selected Poems of Qurratu'l-'Ayn
Siren Songs & Classical Illusions
Christmas Carols and Other Plays
Collected Poems
Our Bearings at Sea: A Novel-In-Poems
Rapid Transit
Tataga's Children
Sophocles, 2 : King Oedipus, Oedipus at Colonus, Antigone (Penn Greek Drama Series)

Articles written for the California Literary Review:

• Archival Culture(s)
  Posted on 26 Mar 2007 in Anthropology, Education, Essays, Literary Themes, Sociology
  

  It is scarcely news that in a vast, pluralistic country like the United States, minorities should feel themselves threatened with absorption into the larger society, and that they should cling to some form of cultural identity. It begins poignantly when school children pledge allegiance to “ … one nation, indivisible, with freedom and justice [...]

• Dianetics: A Dialogue
  Posted on 26 Mar 2007 in Biography, Essays, Religion
  

  “You clear me? I clear you? It’s not hypnotism, if that’s what scares you. You’re fully conscious. You merely learn how to scan your tapes. Then you’ll be getting full recalls in real time. Visio, sonic, tactilic, and olofactoric. Kinesthetic — which is weight and motion. Somatic — that’s pain. Thermic and organic — your insides. In Dianetics, organic is also emotive. The fact is, you don’t cry because you’re sad. You’re sad because you’re crying. Emotion is physical, not mental like that spooky Freudian stuff.”

• A Long Day’s Day with James Dickey
  Posted on 26 Mar 2007 in Biography, Essays, Writers
  

  “Ah yes,” he whispered to me, ”I spent one helluva long night wrassling all over the floor of a room there with one terrific Jew gal. You know Susan Sontag?” “Personally, no, I never met her, though I’ve read her.” “Well, that novel,” he chortled, “that opening … in the abandoned railway tunnel? That was me! That shadow man; that spook; that brute. None other than Jim Dickey! One helluva a long night that was, boy, lemmee tell you!”

• Frau Braun and The Tiger of Auschwitz
  Posted on 26 Mar 2007 in Biography, Essays, Germany, History, Israel
  

  The principal accused was an Auschwitz commandant, one Wilhelm Boger, whose sobriquet was “The Tiger of Auschwitz.” He was a man who had been arrested after a successful post-war career, having become a rich businessman who’d never been questioned before. At that time he was in his late 60s. Of the many witnesses for the prosecution there was a woman called Frau Braun.

• No Heroes Need Apply
  Posted on 26 Mar 2007 in Essays, Literary Themes
  

  By the time we come to T.S. Eliot, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Ernest Hemingway in the 1920’s, we find a hero characteristic of the period of entre les deux guerres: he is either passive and/or maimed in his masculinity; that is, fatally in his (phallic) heroism.

• Stemming from … Nowhere?
  Posted on 26 Mar 2007 in Essays, Literary Themes, Philosophy, Religion, Writers
  

  To sum up in a phrase the true and deepest character of Lawrence’s genius, it was given by his close friend Aldous Huxley in an introduction to the first collected letters shortly after his death: he was a mystical materialist. And thereon hangs the tale I shall unfold.

• Lola! Lola! Lola!
  Posted on 26 Mar 2007 in Essays, Literary Themes, Writers
  

  The notion of Art’s secular epiphany takes us to Vladimir Nabokov, a reader of Joyce. As I recall, it was about 1956 or so that an excerpt of his then unpublishable LOLITA appeared in an early number of Anchor Review.

• Nick Bottom’s Blessing
  Posted on 26 Mar 2007 in Essays, Literary Themes, Sociology
  

  The relativism that relishes diversity for diversity’s sake is one that eschews æsthetic judgment or choice. Both however are necessary.

• Roses & Bulbul Birds
  Posted on 25 Mar 2007 in Essays, History, Politics, Sociology
  

  What’s intriguing about the dreadful psychology of Muslim, particularly Shiite [read Hizbollah] fundamentalism, is that aspect of terrible fixity, that manifests itself as a kind of violent sleepwalking in its adherents.

• Watchman, What of the Night?
  Posted on 16 Mar 2007 in Essays, Literary Themes
  

  The novel as a perpetually-remade form of high style and sophistication is, in our commerce, scarcely recognized, let alone understood.