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“Autumn Hours” at Fourth Genre
Fourth Genre has published my essay “Autumn Hours” in the Fall 2019 edition. The essay explores the idea, taken from Horace, that “nothing can steal away that hour's happiness that came and went yet glows within the mind.” In it I explore memories that are happy—completely unadulterated by sorrow or regret—against the backdrop of the death of a friend. Is Horace right? It does matter. You can find the issue of Fourth Genre here.
By coincidence, our Paragraph of he Week comes from one of the founders of Fourth Genre, Michael Steinberg.—THE
November 8, 2019
“Elegy for Ebbets”
In Elegy for Ebbets: Baseball On and Off the Diamond
By Michael Steinberg
“In his essay ‘Elegy for Ebbets’ Michael Steinberg overcomes cynicism and sentimentality to reclaim his childhood love of baseball.”—THE
A founding editor of the magazine Fourth Genre: Explorations in Nonfiction, Michael Steinberg has been a fixture in the world of essay and memoir for many years. In 2004 his memoir Still Pitching won the ForeWord Magazine/Independent Press Memoir of the Year and the anthology, The Fourth Genre: Contemporary Writers of/on Creative Nonfiction, co-edited with Robert Root, has long been one of the defining texts of the genre. The Paragraph of the Week comes from the title essay of his new collection, Elegy for Ebbets: Baseball On and Off the Diamond which originally appeared online in Sport Literate.—THE
The Paragraph of the Week
A similar kind of moment keeps Tom and me riveted to our seats at the Metrodome on that blustery March night. It’s the top of the eighth, and Ripkin is only one shy of hit number 3,000. Most likely, this’ll be his last at bat. For once, the crowd is hushed and still. No cell phones ringing, no music blaring, no computer games bleeping. We’re all in this together, holding our collective breath, concentrating on each pitch. When the Twins’ pitcher goes to ball two in the count, even the home fans begin to boo. On the next pitch, a low slider on the hands, Ripkin slices a bleeder to the right side. Everyone groans. It looks like a sure out. But just as the second baseman moves over to field it, the ball takes a big hop over his shoulder, skids across the carpet, and winds up in short right field. We all stand in unison and cheer. On natural grass, that ball would have been a routine play.
—Michael Steinberg
Commentary
In his essay “Elegy for Ebbets” Michael Steinberg overcomes cynicism and sentimentality to reclaim his childhood love of baseball. When he was twelve he could buy tickets for “a buck and a quarter apiece” with his friends Heshie, Kenny, Sugar, and Billy and watch in awe as the Dodgers played on the “emerald green, manicured grass” of Ebbets. He immersed himself in the scene, taking in the patter of the announcer, the sounds of the crowd, the slow-pace of the game, and the Hammond organ playing “The National Anthem” as he watched the likes of Gil Hodges, Duke Snider, and Pee Wee Reese play. Over the years, though, this love faded, as the Dodgers left New York for L.A. and the sport became over time more commercialized. It was no longer fun for him to go to enclosed stadiums cut off from a supporting neighborhood, and the experience of watching on TV with its barrage of commercials was worse. By the time of the owner’s lock-out in 1994 he was ready to “give up on baseball for good.” Then he read an essay by Pete Hammill arguing that such sentimentality was “a form of resentment” and Steinberg reassessed his attitude and gave baseball one last try. His determination to rediscover the game itself, beneath the myriad changes, allowed him to “look beyond the media circus and corporate P.R.” and appreciate baseball the way he would “an opera, a ballet, or a play” and to respond with joy on the night when he saw Cal Ripkin on AstroTurf in one of those domed stadiums reach hit number 3,000.
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I am pleased that Brevity magazine has chosen to feature my essay “The Wordless Woods” in its new September edition. Thanks to Dinty Moore and his staff for accepting it. It begins--
Foraging along the woods’ edge, the doe looks up from the hydrangea she is nibbling and twitches an ear—a salute, I think, stopping the car, though it isn’t a salute...
You can read the entire essay here. —THE
Video Essay: One Boy's Luminous Skin
I have created a video essay called "One Boy's Luminous Skin" about gun violence and children that is less than four minutes long. It contains no images of children, guns, or violence of any kind, but I think it speaks to our current, desperate situation. You can find it on YouTube here:
Please view it and share. The video is based on an essay that originally appeared in American Literary Review. You you can find the link to the written version below.
News from ALR!
It is an honor to have my brief essay, "One Boy's Luminous Skin" chosen for the new issue of the American Literary Review. It begins this way:
"It is butter. The sun’s pillow. The moon’s snow. His eyes with large brown irises are a woodsy invitation to a boy’s life. They glitter with a hint of mischief too, but I’m talking about skin.
One boy’s luminous skin..."
Yay, Readers' Books, Sonoma California
I have argued that bookstores should put books of poetry, philosophy, and essays at the front of the store because they do not have a specific audience and are written for everyone, and look what I discovered at the end of a glorious ride down the west coast after the AWP Conference in Portland. At Readers' Books, the indie bookstore in downtown Sonoma, Poetry and Philosophy & Essays are right up front where they belong! It was National Poetry Month so I bought a Jane Hirshfield volume, happy to support their work. Learn more about Readers' Books here.
I am excited that Coal Hill Review has published my essay "Pipsissewa." In it I respond to a passage by John Muir from A Thousand Mile Walk to the Gulf after a walk along the Muir trail with friends and come to understand what Muir meant when he wrote “in the multitude” of sounds along the Hiwassee River the “wilderness finds a voice.” The essay is very short and you can read it in full here.
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The Other Steve Harvey
My essay "The Other Steve Harvey," selected for The Best American Essays 2018, is out! It is about unconscious bias and is built around President Obama's speech about Trayvon Martin—one of the most moving moments in Obama's presidency, I think. I am honored to be selected by The New Yorker writer and film critic Hilton Als and to be in the company of writers I admire such as Leslie Jamison, Suki Kim, and Baron Wormser. Thanks to Michigan Quarterly Review for first publishing the essay. You can get The Best American Essays at most book stores and can order it online.
Curious about the title? Learn more here.
Other Recent Magazine Publications by Steven Harvey
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Photo: Ryan Patterson, Baltimore, August 14, 2017
"Madre Luz" in Another Chicago Magazine
My essay "Madre Luz" contrasts the Nazi rally in Charlottesville with the stunning statue of Madre Luz that replaced the Lee-Jackson statue in Baltimore and becomes a plea for courageous non-violence in the face of violence, hatred, and racism. Thanks to Another Chicago Magazine for publishing it. You can read it here.—THE
"Sputnik 2" at Assay
Here's a bit of serendipity! Sonja Livingston's student Valerie Dinavo chose my essay "Sputnik 2" to be read aloud in class, another student Madeline Barber doodled (expertly) while it was being read, Sonja posted her picture on Facebook or Twitter—I can't remember now—and wrote about it. She and I concocted a plan for me to write a response, and Renée D'Aoust at Assay agreed to publish it all! It does take a village! Check out the result here.—THE
“Another Way” in Water-Stone Review
The Tao is the way that cannot be named, becoming some other way the moment we begin to understand it in human terms. I'm excited that Water-Stone Review published “Another Way,” the last part of my trilogy, The Broken Cup, a tribute to Taoism. The Broken Cup is a lyric essay about the acceptance of life as it is, a letting go that opens new possibilities for discovery and love. Learn more here.
Who is “The Beloved Republic?”
You are, dear readers. E. M. Forster called it "an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate, and the plucky" that resists authoritarian leaders. Published in The Antioch Review. Learn more here.
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*Well, almost every Friday. The Humble Essayist is a one-man operation, and occasionally something pressing comes up so I have to skip a week.--THE
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"Although The Book of Knowledge and Wonder is a memoir about the suicide of my mother it actually has a celebratory feel to it as she and I, through the many letters she left behind, collaborate in a long-overdue conversation, and I can have feelings for her again. The book's sadness is its triumph."–Steven Harvey
"By asking himself the original 'wonder questions' of his childhood, Harvey ignites a curiosity that takes him back into memory—but also allows him room for inference and imagination…. In the end he emerges with a kind of knowledge to which he adds the well earned word ‘wonder.’” –Judith Kitchen
The Book of Knowledge and Wonder is part of the Judith Kitchen Select Series with Ovenbird Books. You can learn more about the book by clicking here.
THE Mission
Lyric prose is an oxymoron for the quicksilver beauty of the finest passages of nonfiction. It happens when lyric poetry insinuates itself into prose. It happens when prose invites poetry in. It is the defining quality of the crucial moments in any great personal essay or memoir, and it will be the focus of The Humble Essayist for the next year.
In a way this mission is nothing new for us at THE. For nearly five years we have been selecting and commenting on prose that sees itself as art first and a source of information second, and we will continue with that mission, but we will make the focus on lyric prose explicit and pursue it in a more deliberate way.
Original Mission
We at The Humble Essayist are in love with the paragraph, that lowliest of literary techniques. A sentence stands out as a noble thing: a complete thought. But what is a paragraph? And what, in particular, is a good one? You know it when you read it--that is our article of faith. So on Friday of each week, beginning on Independence Day 2014, the very day 169 years ago that Henry Thoreau moved to Walden Pond, we will select a single paragraph from an essay or a reflective memoir and print it here along with a paragraph of commentary. We will choose paragraphs that are surprising, beautifully written, and, above all, thematic--illuminating the author's comment on life. Each paragraph of the week is, in short, a concise review of the writer's work. We hope that this page will introduce you to many exciting authors and their ideas.
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