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Elena Passarello's LET ME CLEAR MY THROAT

Ross Barkan

When Paul McCartney sang “Hey Jude” at the opening of the 2012 summer Olympics, he unintentionally displayed the profound and humbling power of the human voice. As McCartney and his backing band fought their way through an admirable performance of a song that once set international airwaves on fire, true music aficionados, not blinded by McCartney’s legend, could not help but shake their heads discreetly.

After all, the seventy-year-old man is not the singer he once was. Were the McCartney of 1962 propelled into the future, he would have laughed, achingly, in his melodious and flat-less voice. Lennon would have made a caustic crack about Paul looking like a grandma.

(Writing) Tailgate! Woooooo!

TIR staff

Most citizens of Iowa City recognize that our town has two passions: literature and football. So, in honor of both, a collective of writing programs will sponsor the first-ever "Writing Tailgate" at the Iowa City Public Library on Saturday, October 20, from 3:00 to 5:00 p.m. in Meeting Room A.

Young children through adults can join in literary scavenger hunts, Scrabble scrambles, magnetic poetry, a haiku contest, twitter stories, digital storytelling, a Hemingway Challenge (six-word stories), post-it fiction, erasure/found poetry, and other writing activities. Football fans can stop by on their way to the game for free, tailgate-style food and writing-inspired door prizes. Join us the whole time or pop in for a quick writing respite.

Michael Henry Heim

Russell Scott Valentino

I debated with myself about whether to announce the content of this post in a title, the direct and somewhat implacable name + dates genre convention of memorial resolutions and tributes. It seemed somehow too harsh, especially with the wound this fresh, so let me leave that for the end.

In her recent Translationista post, Susan Bernofsky tells a story of Heim’s generosity, his recommendation of her as a translator for a book he knew she liked, a book he might have otherwise worked on himself. It is a familiar story. He did the same with me (for Predrag Matvejevic’s work), and with others I know, students and non-students alike. His generosity was authentic and deep-seated.

Arthur Krystal's EXCEPT WHEN I WRITE

Brian Libgober

Except When I Write: Reflections of a Recovering Critic is a collection of literary essays by New York-based writer Arthur Krystal, a well-regarded book reviewer, who, over the course of his long freelance career, placed reviews with Harper’s, the New Yorker, and the New York Review of Books. However, fifteen years ago, while still at the height of his powers, Krystal suddenly decided to quit writing literary criticism; in an article published in the Chronicle of Higher Education, he explains the reason for his decision:

Given a book to review, I'd snap on my pince-nez, straighten my waistcoat, and get down to business. I was worse than officious: I was clever.

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