Remnants of Flannery
...eighty-nine years old today. O'Connor's legacy is unique among southern writers. Unlike contemporaries Eudora Welty or Carson McCullers, O'Connor primarily wrote short stories that drew upon her bleak, dark, and...
Managing Malaria: The Emory University Field Station and The Melvin H. Goodwin Papers
...had begun synthesizing new antimalarials like Atabrine. Using these products alongside quinine—the centuries-old fever reducer now mainly recognized for the bitter taste it gives to tonic water—Hill canvassed the farmlands...
Open Access Week: The HathiTrust Ruling and Fair Use
..."The power of full-text searching and non-expressive research like text mining is growing more important to our faculty, students, and researchers, and is only possible with a digital library like...
Gordon Parks at Atlanta's High Museum of Art
...like the slum it actually is. Like all but one road in town, this is not paved; after a hard rain it is a quagmire underfoot, impassable by car."2Robert Wallace,...
Flit Lit in the Sweet Sunny South
...alone I thought it might be the proverbial train wreck of colliding stereotypes, but like most passersby of an accident I had to stare at least a little. A writer...
At Sun Ra's Grave
...billow and shifts and shirts drift like porters through the depot's blank. Scatters spread over Rickwood, over Dynamite Hill and Tuxedo Junction's boarded jukes, descending like night herons into Elmwood...
Scales of Slavery on the Mason-Dixon Line: A Review of Gleanings of Freedom
...for slaves in the Deep South, slaves became more likely to run away. Border slave-owners and slaves made bargains that mitigated the mutual threats of southward sale and northward escape....
Dirty Little Story
...A Plan B is a wonderful thing at such a moment. We all pile back into the car. The weather is like October. The lake water is warm. The sky...
Off-Season
FOR FIELDWORKERS AND FARMERS LIKE ME Early, on grayest morning, when we nettled deep in between rows, tobacco and sweet potato, both two seasons away from planting, you reasoned I...
August, 1959: Morning Service
Beside the open window on the cemetery side, I drowsed as Preacher Lusk gripped his Bible like a bat snagged from the pentecostal gloom. In that room where heat clabbered...