Naming the dead in the American Civil War, promoting the Gothic South, photographing keepers of southern byways, documenting a jazz funeral, praying with George Herbert in late winter, and remembering Harry Golden. This is Summer 2005.
"The chances for great deeds are not limited to the dead. As often with a wisecrack as a bugle, they call us from the present life as well."
"More Americans died in the Civil War than in all other American wars combined up to Vietnam. Death touched nearly every American, north and south, of the Civil War era, yet the unanticipated scale of the destruction meant that at least half these dead remained unidentified."
"Taking a boat ride down a swampy southern river was a thrilling escape into the unknown, a peep show of the grotesque, a blending of the realistic and the fantastic, which thrilled in a strange and disturbing way."
"The greatest influence on these portraits came in the form of Charles Kuralt, the late journalist who humbly traveled the road and made all those he met heroic."
"Outside, light swarms / and particularizes the snow . . ."
"On a sweaty Saturday morning in late October 2004, a jazz funeral was held in New Orleans. Lloyd Washington had performed off and on in the postwar period in one of the many groups known as the Ink Spots that grew out of the original 1930s group of that name."
"'I have a positive cure for this mental aberration called anti-Semitism. I believe that if we gave each anti-Semite an onion roll with lox and cream cheese, some chopped chicken liver with a nice radish, and a good piece of brisket of beef with a few potato pancakes, he'd soon give up all this nonsense.'"
"For each and every one of us, a rainbow is the prize."
University of South Carolina Press, 2004
University of North Carolina Press, 2004
University of Georgia Press, 2004
University of North Carolina Press, 1996, 1999, 2003
