Texas Books

I am new to Texas gardening, and I am more familiar with the Northwest, where we have the wonderful Sunset books to help us with our planting advice. Garrett's Plants for Texas comes close to the excellent format of those Sunset books that I have depended on for years. It covers nearly every plant I have researched for my difficult caliche-filled yard, and the advice is right on. It sometimes takes a few page jumps to find the information, as I am redirected from the common name to the more obscure Latin, but I eventually find the plant. At points, he seems a little over-the-top with organic gardening, and a few newer plants seem to be only briefly covered. The scant information on palms is disappointing. Still, I find myself using this book nearly every week. I recommend it. With this and Scott Ogden's Gardening Success with Difficult Soils: Limestone, Alkaline Clay, and Caliche Soils I have all my Austin gardening needs covered.

My significant other lives in Houston, and I, a Californian by birth, have lived in Philadelphia most of my life. An avid gardener at home here in PA, I felt uncharacteristically unsure about tackling the long-neglected flower beds in Houston.

Then I read the reviews for Howard Garrett's charming and fabulous "Plants for Texas," and ordered it immediately. It arrived yesterday and I could not put it down until I had read it cover to cover.

Every single question I have had is answered in this book in a format so clear, so concise, and so heartwarming to any gardener, that I found I was smiling ear to ear. From the beginning pages, where Garrett presents his no-nonsense advice on design, maintenance, and care of everything from trees to turf grasses to annuals, to his staunch anti-chemical point of view (YES!), I gained a wealth of information.

By the time I got to the alphabetical pages with the full-color pictures of everything a Texas gardener could ever want to plant, I was thoroughly and totally delighted. Already I have made a rudimentary list (way too ambitious, of course). Already, I have page after page bookmarked and highlighted. Already, I have planted perfect gardens in my mind's eye.

Perhaps my favorite part of the entire book is the page on hackberry (celtis), which nastily eats up a major portion of my friend's flower beds, and which I secretly, and guiltily, hate. Garrett's take: "Do not plant and cut down the ones that sprout up!" Gotta love a man who shares my views on hackberry. I love this book. Plain and simple. I recommend it to anybody who gardens, or who plans to garden, in the Great State of Texas!

This book has good pictures of plants and their flowers as well as good information on the many plants in all of Texas. It is alphabetized so that finding a plant is easy.
Also, included in the notes are some interesting comments about the plant and its use.

He lists almost all the plants that can grow in Texas and ones that don't-- The best part are the color photos of each plant along with details on mature height, distinguishing attributes and cultural requirements for each. An excellent reference for the Texas do it yourself home landscaper. His info on trees was invaluable to me

This book made me laugh and cry. I could'nt put this book down. Elaine Coffman describes things so vivdly it's like watching a movie when I read her books. This is the 4th one I've read and the best so far I would have to say.

I thought this was a wonderful book, I have read 3 of Coffman's books, and this is by far the best. It was one of those feel good books!!!

Characters names are a must - otherwise what are you talking about?

Charlotte Butterworth, 27 is a red-headed stubborn hard working woman with an inner beauty. She has also been traumitized when very young and has sworn that she'd never let a man touch her. She was afraid of men turning brutal.

She also has an overly-protective brother, Nehemiah Butterworth and his wife Hannah who love her dearly. Poor Nemi seems to be a day late and a dollar short, but he is a great brother. Even he doesn't know of Lottie's secret. He and Hannah have 4 kids.

A change starts in Miss Lottie's life when she steps out onto her porch to find some cowboys from the Triple K ranch anxious to hang a man from her tree. P.S. she has the only two trees in Two Trees, Texas, she is determined to protect her trees.
Apparently she is very good with her .44-caliber Winchester rifle.
She hollers for Jam to go get Sheriff Archer Bradley. He is sweet on Miss Charlotte.

Walker Reed, 35 looked like he had been dragged behind a horse. The bold blue-eyed stranger was grateful for having the lynching stopped. He was happy to be alive for another day. And would you believe Miss Lottie?
Of course he wondered if she would be as passionate in bed as on the porch protecting her trees.
He decided that the next order of business would be to seduce Miss Lottie to show his gratitude.

What a story of convoluted seduction. Walker and Charlotte always seemed to talking at cross-purposes. The dialogue is great. The characters wonderful even when Nemi brought in the wounded Jamie Granger.

Then there are the 3 young "ladies" on the prowl for husbands - Prissy Ledbetter, Mary Alice Tiplet and May Cartwright. Oh yes, that reminds me of the lunch auction, another great scene.

Walker has always told Charlotte that he is returning to California with his brother, Riley, who is 36 and just got married last year.
Walker has no plans of staying in Texas once Riley has identified him to the Sheriff. But he feels honor bound to seduce Charlotte without revealing his secret in order to save her from her trauma.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED --m -- definitely a keeper - humorous dialogue - exasperating, addlepated female - a male you wonder if he is licentious or truly in love. Just most Excellent.

One of those books that are hard to forget and a love story that is easy to believe. Elaine Coffman became one of my favorite authors with this beautiful novel. I am an avid fan of Judith Mcnaught, Jude Deveraux and Johanna Lindsey and I added Coffman to my list because of this book.

Fine stories of men's world
By ERIC MILES WILLIAMSON

ISLANDS, WOMEN, AND GOD.
By Paul Ruffin.
Browder Springs, $24.95 hardcover,
$16.95 paperback.

PAUL Ruffin, poet, short-story writer and professor at Sam Houston State University in Huntsville, writes about Texas and the Gulf Coast so well that his new story collection is likely to define the literary territory for many years to come.

The 17 stories in the collection are about common people, folks from Texas and Mississippi who live quiet and humble lives -- factory workers, farmers, fishermen, husbands and wives and youngsters and oldsters. Although the characters are common people, the book is not. These stories are masterful, every line honed and tight and true, the sentences spoken by the characters in phrases we've often before heard but never before seen on the page.

Ruffin's work has been compared with that of William Faulkner and Flannery O'Connor, but his stories are not derivative. Rather, they're part of the new wave of Southern fiction generally and Texas fiction specifically, a wave that includes Southerners such as Barry Hannah, Padgett Powell, Chris Offutt and Charlie Smith, and Texas writers such as Glenn Blake and Tracy Daugherty. Not insignificantly, Ruffin occasionally pays tribute to Cormac McCarthy, a Southerner-turned-Texan like Ruffin himself.

Islands, Women, and God is a man's book about the world of men. The stories center on the conflicts inherent in the stifled, brutal and often senseless world of masculinity.

Manhunt, the opening story, is about the apprehension of an escaped convict. The hunters of the convict are local men who normally spend their days selling cars and working for insurance companies, these otherwise calm men turned into bloodthirsty bigots and would-be killers, the manhunt a legal excuse to do what they would be doing were there not the constructs of "civil" society. Underpinning our culture is a violence that needs very little to turn supposedly peaceful family men into primordial beasts, Ruffin seems to say.

In Tattered Coat Upon a Stick, Ruffin writes of an aging man who, rather than live out his days in senility and helplessness, emasculated, chooses to return to the family property in the country and end his life properly and with dignity. His end is far from morbid or maudlin, but instead glorious and beautiful.

Interloper relates the tale of a family man who discovers a burglar in his house and takes care of him. Just before the protagonist of the story meets the burglar, Ruffin writes,

No, it is nothing that would warrant calling the police or awakening your wife, nothing to justify wrenching off a table leg and swinging it wildly through the dark. But it is more than simply nothing. So you must summon whatever resolve you are capable of and go down the stairs into the cold darkness of what a few hours earlier was your warm and well-lit den. You are in charge -- it is your house, your domain, and while your wife and children sleep you must stand watch if there is a threat. This is the law. A very old one.

When Ruffin's men pop, when their natures surface, he is there with some of the most perceptive and powerful observations in American literature, or any literature for that matter.

One of the best stories in the collection, The Sign, shows the brutality of father to son and son to father. At the beginning of the story we find a description of the father beating his son:

"I will beat your skin off, boy. You hold still." And the belt came down time and time again on his back, lapping around his protruding ribs like a devil's tongue, then curling about his legs, snapping until all the feeling went away and there was only sound, only sound -- and he could feel the warm of his blood trailing down from the welts, seeking its way, gathering and dripping. He stood like something carved of wax, not feeling the belt but feeling the blood. He would not cry. He clenched his eyes and teeth, but he would not cry.

The story centers on the father's wedding anniversary and a family reunion. The son returns home for only the second time in 40 years for the event. The father is dying of cancer, and the son exacts his revenge in spectacular and appropriate fashion, not by killing the father but by doing something far worse and more enduring.

The title and final story of the collection, Islands, Women, and God, is about a man named Ray who fakes his own death and deserts his wife and children to live on the barrier islands of the Gulf Coast. He is discovered by a former co-worker and friend, and the story gives occasion for Ruffin to present a sad and unfortunately viable solution to the condition of men: solitude and atavism, regression into an animal state in nature. Ray says, "I'm in harmony, man, with this island, with this Gulf. I got everything I need out here to live, and everything's in balance." Later he explains that every man is called to this state of being:

"It comes for every man. ... Every man. Only most don't know what they're seeing or feeling, or they don't know what to do about it. I'm telling you, Roger, an old man over there [in society] is, as Yeats says, just a scarecrow. Out here he's more. He's everything. He's a skull full of lightning. He's -- he's God, or he's soon going to be, because God is all of this."

We leave the book with Ray on his island and Roger back in civilization, longing to be living on an island of his own, afraid to do so yet wanting to do so.

Islands, Women, and God is an astonishing book. Every page is beautifully written, splendidly rendered and bold. Where weaker writers grow timid and shrivel, Ruffin burrows deep into truths we know but don't admit to knowing. In a time when American writers seem to strive to either shock or soothe, Ruffin instead gives us an honest vision of what lies beneath the veneer of manners and society. He is a master of language and a peerless teller of tales, and he will surely be known as one of the best writers of his generation.

Eric Miles Williamson is the author of the novel East Bay Grease and a graduate of the University of Houston's Creative Writing Program. He lives in Missouri and is at work on his second novel.

Islands, Women, and God. By Paul Ruffin. In Islands, Women, and God, Paul Ruffin returns to the Alabama, Mississippi and Texas regions he rendered so memorable in his 1993 critically acclaimed short story collection The Man Who Would Be God. They are tales of passion, suspense, violence, racial injustice, renewal, and the inexorable human quest for meaning and identity, laced with flashes of humor. Ruffin's ear for dialogue is impeccable, and his narratives are ripped, pulsing and breathing, from the unmistakable fabric of reality. The author wastes no time engaging the reader's attention. On page one of "Manhunt," the first story of section I, in searing prose pungent as the smell of burning flesh, Ruffin drops his reader deep into the pit of human violence. "The Pond" features Gerald Roper, an aging man who trespasses across Mr. Earl Palmer's pasture to fish in an artesian-fed fishpond. During his fishing expedition, Roper snags a great white thing rolling "like a dumpling in oil as the hook pulled loose and the bobber whistled past his head and clattered onto the gravel behind him, and two eyeless sockets in a white face, cradled by trembling reeds, looked right past him toward the ghostly moon." Next the reader finds Roper questioned by a deputy to whom he has gone to confess his shocking finding. Though the deputy, after viewing the "catch" and recognizing what it is, tries to convince Roper he's hooked a pig, Roper adamantly insists that what he snagged was the bloated body of his former mistress. Among the male protagonists of the other stories in section I are Mr. Turner of "Tattered Coat Upon a Stick," who, terminally ill, returns to his beloved Texas hill country to face his own death; Johnny of "The Sign," who, brutally physically abused during his childhood by his father, returns to his home after a lengthy absence and exacts his sweet revenge; the two graduate students of "Corn-Silver" who are hilariously duped by an illiterate, white-trash kid; and Buddy of "The Dog," a tragic figure who, in saving a dog caught up in a trotline, has his nose bitten off by the very beast whose life he saves, only to end up so monstrous in appearance he's abandoned even by his wife and kids, assuming a huge and dark presence "like some kind of old imagined or remembered sin." "The Dog," tragic though it is, is balanced with a moment of hilarity characteristic of Ruffin's brilliant humor. In section II, "woman" takes center stage: woman as "Nature," the mirror of mortality, the instrument of renewal, and seducer. Ruffin bares the hearts and minds of his female characters with a dispassionate clarity reminiscent of the late Eudora Welty. In "Peaches," one of the most sensual stories in the collection, a white woman misinterprets the remark of a black man who tells her that she has "nice peaches." She and her husband, Murle, are peach orchard keepers, and sell peaches in cardboard boxes by the road. Having packed his pistol and journeyed deep into the woods to the black man's cabin to address the presumed insult, he finds him on his porch steps fondling the exposed breasts of his lover. She sees Murle and rushes inside their shack, standing just inside the doorway. Upon repeated questioning by Murle as to what he meant when he said Sally had "nice peaches," Cliff insistently assures him he was only referring to the actual peaches they were selling. Meanwhile, Cliff's lover, realizing his trouble with the white man, seduces him and relieves Murle of his frustration. During the intimacy which ensues, Murle overhears an animal shrieking in the barn. She assures him that it's "just that mule," and that Cliff will stay in the barn until they're finished. Later, after Murle receives the sexual fulfillment he's so long desired, he changes his demeanor toward Cliff completely, feeling like they're friends or brothers. The "gods" revealed in the collection are as multifarious as the men and women who turn to them in their hours of darkness. There's the Great Spirit of the Kiowa in "Tattered Coat Upon a Stick;" the wrathful God of "The Sign;" the jealous God of "Peaches;" the comforting God Buddy turned to in his huge and dark loneliness; and the God of Nature of "The Drought," "April Treason" and "Islands, Women, and God." In many ways, "Islands, Women, and God," the final and title story of the collection, is a brilliant summation of the men and women who dominate the stories preceding it. Ray, the story's protagonist, fakes his death at sea to live out the rest of his life alone on a barrier island off the coast of Mississippi. Philosophizing with his friend, Roger, who "finds" him but swears to keep the find a secret between the two of them so Ray's wife can collect his life insurance, Ray says: "About women. I'm gon' tell you something else about women, some more gospel, long's I got your attention. Women are a hell of a lot closer to the center of things than men are or ever were. They're closer to the Godhead. Women are Nature. Like this island. Man, they got dark currents in them, deeper than ours run, and their bodies and minds are a great mystery, which is why men will never understand'm. They're in synch with the motion of the universe. Men are just dreams, or worse, just half dreams, but women are real. Men look for the reasons, but women are the Reason." With his second collection of stories, Ruffin makes another significant contribution to Southern and American letters. In spare, muscular prose seamless as a tendril of kudzu, Ruffin probes, with haunting insight, the light, darkness and yearning of the human heart. --Larry D. Thomas, author of Amazing Grace

Islands, Women, and God, Stories by Paul Ruffin. Browder Springs Press, 2001. 237 pp. These seventeen stories play themselves out in the Deep South, East Texas, and West Texas, three areas as dissimilar--in geography, social mores, and philosophy--as, say, Iceland, Bolivia, and Ethiopia. And while Paul Ruffin does employ his considerable skill to give vivid descriptions of these places, his poet's eye and voice and heart focuses tighter and truer on his characters, who, as credible characters must be, are spit-polished mirrors of people everywhere. And what a parade of individuals he sends forth. There's Sam, who undertakes, with a tunnel vision worthy of Ahab, to capture an enormous manta ray in "Devilfish". And Mitchell, in "Tattered Coat Upon a Stick", who wants nothing more than to have his ashes scattered among the mesquite bushes and rocks of the place where he grew up, rather than end up planted in the upscale, manicured cemetery that his children insist upon. And Loretta, perhaps the most haunting of the bunch, who uses the only tool at her disposal to save her husband in "Peaches." Loretta, who is black, has to make her unique sacrifice in the unrelenting era of racial inequality. A young insurance salesman, in "Manhunt", must make his among kudzu-draped backwoods. In "The Interloper", a husband and father must seek out something in the dark rather than lose his family to it, and characters in two of the tales choose to face their final darkness on their own terms. Sacrifice and reconciliation abound. Several of the stories chip away at the old, hard strata of established society in their various settings, and prejudice and cruelty and pomposity are served up in equal measure with love and trust and devotion. In "Corn Silver", a haughty graduate student is duped by an ignorant boy; in "The Sign," a middle aged man whose greatest accomplishment was to move permanently away from his harsh, Mississippi delta upbringing must go back to finally confront it. They were his people only in biological fact. From the eldest to the ones in diapers, they were an illiterate lot, mostly day laborers, fundamentalist in their worship and ultra-conservative in whatever politics they followed. If evolution had had a hand in improving the line over the decades, he could not imagine what they must have been like a century before - he doubted that the generations had witnessed much more than a gradual separation of forehead from cheekbones and thinning of hair from the backs and shoulders of the males. And on and on, in trailer parks, at fishing holes, on wide front porches of bourbon swilling lawyers, the themes of facing death, and, perhaps more importantly, facing life, weave their way through. And it is refreshing to read a writer who chooses not to veil his work in deep symbolism and puzzling time shifts. Every offering in Islands, Women, and God is told carefully and beautifully and forthrightly. Like the works of O'Conner and Welty, they don't have be worked at, but simply enjoyed. Whether the situations are humorous--especially when the author's letter perfect use of regional dialect runs rampant--or intense, or sad, the characters ring always true, and might just be the lady you find yourself standing behind in a grocery line. The man leaning over his bacon and eggs down the counter. The little boy not paying attention two pews up. There's a comfort level that comes with recognizing folks--be they lovable or detestable or anywhere in between--and it is as beneficial when reading good fiction as it is when stepping into a crowded room. Some reviewers have said that Ruffin is at his best when writing about fishing, a pursuit that he loves, and is good at. He's managed to work it into his poems and stories countless times and, I agree, it makes for fine reading. But I hold that he shines brightest when dealing with average people facing the daily dilemmas that life and fate just plop down in their paths. In "Drought", a couple of city dwellers have sunk all of their savings into a farm, only to be dealt a stunning setback by nature. In bed that night they listen as frogs and crickets drum and chirp around the ponds and down along the creek. The air is fresh smelling, almost cool. They lie across the bed with their heads at the open window. "I suppose," he says, "that we'll get over this." "Oh, yes, we always do." "Still, wouldn't it be good just once to get something without having to give something up?" "Somehow," she says, "it usually seems to work that way." And it usually does. In stories and in everyday life. Facing each day as it comes. Giving things up. Getting over something. And Ruffin chronicles the delicate dance nicely. In "The Pond", an old man has fallen hopelessly, headlong in love. There were times when but for the fact that he had not a dram of creative blood in him he would have gotten up and written her a poem, so deep was his passion for her. Such is the depth of Paul Ruffin's passion for the ongoing drama of living. And the reader benefits greatly from the fact that his creativity far surpasses a dram. --Ron Rozelle, author of Into That Good Night, The Windows of Heaven, and A Place Apart

A REVIEW OF PAUL RUFFIN'S ISLANDS, WOMEN, AND GOD Periodically a writer comes along whose flashlight shines a little brighter, probes a little deeper and more discerningly into that cave we call life, with the result that now and then we get a glimpse of something we never saw before. Such an author is Paul Ruffin, whose Islands, Women, and God (Browder Springs Press, 2001) gives us that whiff of something we find in unusual relationships. Already a well-known wri ter of short fiction, a poet, and a novelist, Ruffin in this work turns up the blower, as well as the acuity . Certain of his insights are breathtaking, as in the story "Peaches," wherein a black woman, in order to save her husband from a baseless and trumped-up charge, completely disarms his accuser through seduction. Or as in the small story "Interloper"--which I am ready to call the best of the seventeen stories (and world-class fiction in its own right)--a passive but dutiful and intelligent husband and father rises to the occasion in the middle of the night to save his family from a stranger in their midst and in their home, whose motives are unknown but unreliable, therefore treacherous. "You are in charge here--it is your house, your domain, and while your wife and children sleep you must stand watch if there is a threat," Ruffin says. "This is the law. A very old one." The point here is that in our progressive society now we denigrate aggression, which is probably a good idea; but in such we neglect to foster and nurture aggressive capability in the thinking individual. And aggressionýalways a function of frustrationýand aggressive capability, which can be a savior at a moment's notice, are completely different things. And we do not know this, because we use the same word for both, and tag it pejorative. In Islands, Women, and God Ruffin draws such distinctions, time and time again. The book is in two parts, the first containing random insights: the best description of the kudzu vine you will ever read; hog-killing time down South, a la Faulkner; Revelations' sign of the devil, superbly rendered; how you fee when you are out in a small boat in the Gulf and you float over a ray that is twenty feet across and quite realistically can be seen on both sides of the boat at the same time . . . . The writing is sharp, comprehensive, and heady; the dialogue tuned to perfect pitch. And perhaps the most important lagniappe in Islands, Women, and God is Ruffin's treatment of women. He is gracious, liberating, and understanding in this, but he also has a passion for the psychology underlying the man-woman relationship. Homo Sapiens is not really the rational animal we sometimes think he is, Ruffin seems to be saying, and thus when we gloss over what is really going on beneath the surface in people's lives, we invite trouble. Even chaos. It is a supreme irony that Southern Methodist University Press turned down this collection after the great and widespread success of his first collection published there, The Man Who Would Be God (which was given a half-page in the New York Times Review) because a strident feminist reader found fault with his treatment of womenýbut, then, I have faced that same problem with them too. All eight stories in the second section of the book are about some aspect of the male-female interaction. In is a time when man and woman seem to be moving apart in our country, these stories offer solutions. This book is a tour de force in our modern dilemma of the Twenty-First Century. ýRobert Winship, author of The Brushlanders, Every Man Also, and Flannery's Crossing

The Walt McDonald First Book Winner is one of those awards that I watch for. One of my favorite books of poetry (April Lindner's Skin) won it. And now another winner has become one of my favorites. Catherine Tufariello has written a wonderful and beautiful book. It is a collection of formal poetry that shows a mastery of someone that you would have expected to have been writing much longer than she has. The book is divided into five sections. Section one contains seven well written poems. Section two contains several of my favorite poems. "Snow Angel" is a wonderfully written villanelle (which is difficult to do well). "The Mirror" is a sonnet that deals with divorce is such an original way. "Ghost Children," another sonnet, takes on the inability to have children--describing the features of their unconceived children in such beautiful language that you can picture the child and mourn its loss. It's a masterful poem. One of my favorites, "Keeping My Name," takes on the issue of her last name, and it is a mouthful. After all the seriousness we've had, this bit of lightness falls in perfectly here. Section three are translations of Cavalcanti, Guinizelli, and Petrarch. Section four starts with Lorenzo Lotto's Annunciation and then goes into a series of biblical poems, several of which ("No Angel," "Rebekah I," and "Mary Magdalene") are truly some of her best work. It's really a great collection of poetry and after reading it, it has become one of my favorite collections, one I'm recommending to everyone I talk to.

This book is comprised of an excellent collection of poetry by a young poet of unusual ability. Her talent is eloquently displayed in a New Formalist motif employing both meter and rhyme, although she displays her virtuosity with free verse as well. A number of her poems display a limitless inner emotion and pathos. Yet she is capable of humor and light-heartedness as well.

Among the most memorable of her poems is "February 18, 1943," a tribute to Sophie Scholl, a leader of the White Rose student resistance movement in Nazi Germany, who was arrested on the titled date and executed shortly thereafter. Clearly this episode moved the author deeply as she named her own child Sophie in tribute, a revelation appearing in both "Thirty Weeks" and "This Child." That this poet is very adept at revealing her deep inner emotions is also demonstrated in "Elegy for Alice," which memorializes a close friend who suffered a premature death.

Ms. Tufariello also tackles lighter subjects with a keen eye for the magic of everyday life as demonstrated by "Dana Dancing," the "Walrus at Coney Island," "Insomnia," and the especially amusing "Crossed Wires" that details the intimacies of an unintended party line in Brooklyn. Yet, it is in her denouement of pathos that she rises to supreme heights. One selection, "Snow Angel," paints a deeply moving protrait of a sister confronting the horror of anorexia nervosa, while others (e.g., "The Mirror," "Ghost Children," "The Worst of It" and "Penimento") bare her own torment in dealing with the reality of a failed marriage.

A delightful poem that gives title to this collection (i.e., Keeping My Name") communicates to the reader why, even after two marriages, the author chose to retain her own long but beautifully melodic name.

Several of the poems deal with the author's desire to bear children, uncluding "Useful Advice," a moving poem detailing the insensitivity of well-meaning friends who offer advice on surefire means to become pregnant. Also included are several poems dealing with technological means of aiding in this process, one of which was successful (e.g., "In Glass").

For me, one of the most powerful poems in this very strong collection is a pantuom entitled, "Zero at the Bone," referring to a phrase in an Emily Dickinson poem (i.e., "A Narrow Fellow in the Grass") that describes one's fright at encountering a coiled up snake ready to strike. Ms. Tufariello draws an analogy of that viper with a cancer ("What touched its fuse until it sprang, Purposive, lithe, and swift as fire?") biding ts time to unmask itself. Finally, the correct diagnosis is made ("Then finally the sirens rang.").

This collection has much more to recommend it, including some beautiful translations of Italian Poetry (e.g., that of Petrarch). It reveals a wonderful new talent and is to be strongly recommended.

Catherine Tufariello's new collection is a startling first appearance. To borrow (as I do in my title) from the famous letter Emerson wrote Whitman after a first reading of the 1855 Leaves of Grass, here a great career begins, which must have had a long foreground judging by the quality of this initial performance. Indeed, I agree with Richard Wilbur that this is "one of the finest first collections I can remember seeing," and that Ms. Tufariello is "a new poet who plays the whole instrument of poetry," which is to say she has an eloquent voice, a tirelessly observant eye and a musically sensitive ear, and she combines all of them seamlessly with a confident, unforced command over the power inherent in poetic meter and form that is rarely heard today. To witness the dazzling formal mastery and variety of this collection flow, organically and inevitably, through observations so acute and expression so delicate they invoke the finest poets in our tradition, is to become reacquainted with the full power inherent in poetic language through a voice that is nevertheless absolutely of our own moment. From a lovely lyric describing a little girl dancing alone at her older cousin's wedding with unfallen joy and egotism to a heartbreaking elegy for a schoolmate, from a delicate villanelle describing a young woman's struggle with anorexia to a stunning tribute to the leaders of the "White Rose" resistance movement in Hitler's Germany, from surprisingly fresh translations of Petrarch and Guido Cavalcanti to delicate personal histories describing the sadness of a broken first marriage and the redemptive joy of a daughter born late during a second, Ms. Tufariello commands the entire keyboard of her art. This is what I read poetry for, and why I hope the art survives the current age.

Catherine Tufariello is a young poet with an ageless sensibility. I marvel at her seemingly effortless technique, her warm sense of humor, and her muted renderings of desire, sorrow, and joy. A contemporary master of the sonnet, the heroic couplet, and rhymed quatrains, Tufariello writes movingly and wittily of heroines ancient and modern, capturing the essence of their experiences in lines that etch themselves in memory. Take, for example, the closing line of "Rebekah (I)," which sums up this childless women's lament: "My life contracted to a cry for water."

Or consider Tufariello's sumptuously detailed sonnet "Fruitless": Now oleander flames along the beach/ And tart green sea grapes ripen one by one,/ While inland, warm and heavy in the sun,/ The rosy mangoes dangle out of reach./ Alone these languid afternoons, I teach / Myself the names of trees. We're overrun / With litchi nuts, and then, their season done,/ Pick sapodilla, sweet as any peach. // A mass of tangled green, the lawn's gone wild. / Another friend has had another child, / This one (she'd laughed, embarrassed) a surprise./ Small lizards, lithe in torrid silence, dart/ Beneath beseeching sprays of bleeding heart/ And blue and orange bird-of-paradise.

The list of excellent original poems in this debut collection is astonishingly long: "Free Time," "Dana Dancing," "The Walrus at Coney Island," "Epitaph for a Stray," "The Mirror," "The Worst of It," "Pentimento," "No Angel IV," "Rebekah I," "Mary Magdalene," "Keeping My Name," "The Waiting Room," "Ultrasound," "Fruitless," "Useful Advice," "In Glass," "First Contact," "The Dream of Extra Room," "Useful Advice: The Sequel," and "Liana's Song." And then there are the superb translations of Petrarch's sonnets, including "Now you have done your utmost . . . "Oh. Lady, if my life . . ." and "Go grieving rhymes . . ."

The publication of this book is a signal event in American literature. Don't miss an opportunity to own the first book by a poet who will never go out of style.

Hello cousins!How are ya'll doing?I'm fine.I am the grand-daughter of Fannie Lou (Ferris)Whittaker and Orville Eugene Whittaker.My mother Susie Marie was their oldest child-my aunts are Betty and Patsy and my uncle is Larry Whittaker.I am fixing to create a family website on MSN Communities-I have alot of stuff that was written by cousin Phyllis Kitson.Once I get it done you all are invited.My email address is neal36@msn.com-please feel free to drop me a few lines,I love hearing from family.Hugs and love to all,Lillie
PS-I'm going to buy 2 of this book-one for me and one for my mom!

I appreciate Suzanne Starling for showing what Warren Angus Ferris did for Dallas, as well as showing what an interesting career and life he had. James Monroe Ferris was my great grand-father, who handed down the chain used to survey Dallas to my grandfather, Edward Eugene Ferris. He handed it down to my father, Raymond Edward Ferris. My father still has the chain and I wish a picture could have been included in the book. My father also has a gold watch which Warren Angus gave to his second wife. There are a couple of minor mistakes, such as James Monroe Ferris having been a United States Marshall for Greer County, TX (now Oklahoma) the entire time and not a Sherrif's Deputy. But, without a doubt this book is an accurate account of a complex, hightly intelligent man and his frontier life.

I was most gratified to learn (quite by accident) that a book about WAF had been written. WAF was my great-grandfather, his son, Henry Ferris, was my grandfather, and my father was Carl Dallas Ferris. One error in the book referred to my grandfather as childless, when, in fact he had two sons and two daughters, & was living in Spur, Texas, where he died & is buried. (Most family records show he was living in Wink, Tx. at his death.)I don't consider this a major fault, as much of the rest of the book was as I had read and heard. I am sure most historical writings contain errors, if we but knew the inside story. My father was a great storyteller, & he used to entertain us for hours with stories of WAF which he had heard from his father and Aunt Kate. Warts and all, I am just glad that after all this time, Warren Angus Ferris is getting some of the recognition he so richly deserved. I would recommend this book to anyone interested in the early days, regardless. Miss Starling did a very good job with old clippings and letters. Bravo! Janelle Ferris Berry

The author contributes much to the history of the west, Texas, and, more particularly, Dallas County. The early adventures of WAF in the Rockies, which taught him lessons in survival, fortified his spirit to, not only survey the land, but to choose it on which to build a family. The author makes much of the Lovejoy connection to WAF, which is interesting, but negilected WAF's immediate family except for bits and pieces. They became settlers of the land. Of his son's family (James Monroe "Jim" Ferris), few if any knew of the publication of this book. It was discovered, quite by accident, on the internet and copies sent to several of Ferris' decendants. Pictures of the demolished headstones at the Dallas cemetary, of Lucy Mae Pounds Smith working in the cemetary to clean it up, of the children of Jim Ferris--could have been included. But, once again in history, the true settlers of the west are ignored as the author focuses on the Lovejoy decendants and their "coat-tail" claim to fame of a half-brother who they turned their back on, time and time again. If you have not read, "Life in the Rocky Mountains" and are interested in what life was like in the 1800's, more especially life in the mountains, I would suggest that you do so. Although the three editions which were published are out of print, they can be found. WAF was a very well-read and even witty young man who wrote of where he was and what he saw, and he was many places and saw many things. "Land is the Cry" is a continuation of the WAF saga. And after reading about some of the treatment from his own family, no wonder he decided to "go west." Poor at death, he will live on in the hearts of his Texas and Oklahoma decendants. As for Dallas, like Bud Ferris said regarding the plaque at the cemetary, "Too little, too late."

Once upon a time, there were dozens of so-called "class one" railroads across the American continent, wielding massive political power and reshaping the nation. Today, most of those companies are gone, thanks to a corporate consolidation craze that began prior to World War One and continues today. In the 21st century American west, there are now only two major railroads: Union Pacific, and the BNSF Railway. Leaders Count is the "official" corporate history of BNSF, published under contract by them and distributed by Texas A&M University.

The book divides into roughly three sections. The first deals with the history of the BN heritage companies through the 19th and early 20th centuries. The second portion deals with regulation, the forces leading up to the BN merger, and the early BN period. The last segment covers the BNSF railway, from formation through to the present.

The book has a reputation of being a hard hitting self-examination of the company, it's successes, and it's mistakes. By-and-large, Kaufman does a decent job of telling the corporate history, but from the beginning there is an undercurrent of BNSF and its heritage roads being on the side of angels, and rival companies such as Union Pacific (UP) being less than stellar. While there is some truth to UP having a greater number of scandals in its past, BNSF's heritage companies were hardly innocent either, especially the Northern Pacific.

Minor factual errors in the book make me question how much primary source research Kaufman actually did. Another example of his lack of deep research is his knee-jerk acceptance of conventional wisdom, especially regarding the demise of the Milwaukee's Pacific Extension.

The segments dealing with regulation tend to be wonkish, but the segments regarding the creation of BNSF predecessor Burlington Northern are as good as anything I've seen in print on the subject yet. The newer portions of the book cover the creation of BNSF well, but tend to gloss over differences between BNSF previous leaders such as Rob Krebs and Gerald Grinstein. It's clear this is the sanitized version of BNSF, told from a board room perspective, and meant not to offend anyone still around.

Kaufman closes his epilogue with text about BNSF today, sounding much like a company press release. While there's a lot of value to his final analysis of the future, you can't help but feel that it's not an unbiased view, despite his claim in the preface that the company had never exerted the slightest influence on what he wrote.

Why was this book written? About half-way through, it occurred to me that the book in many was resembles a text-book; I wonder if the company uses it in their Management Training Program? Leaders Count is printed in trade-paperback form, the same rough dimensions most Bibles are published in. Indeed there are two versions: a plain cover versions issued in 2003 -- likely largely used internally by the company -- and a version sold to the public with a photo cover. One wonders if there is also a red letter edition.

Leaders Count is certainly not unbiased, nor does it live up to its reputation as a truly critical self-examination of company policy and leadership issues. That said, the book is probably the most concise corporate history on BNSF and it's predecessors. For anyone who wants to have one, comprehensive history text on these companies, this is it, and with used BNSF issued copies in paperback for about $5 a pop, it's a steal. Just be prepared to read; this is no picture book and it's no pulp novel either.

I really enjoyed this book. It was comprehensive and very well written. I particularly enjoyed the chapter 'Decline Accelerates' and the story regarding "Powerful People Don't Ride Trains-Do They?" Great book.

This book is more than an important slice of western railroad history: it is an insider's view of a company that has consistently and successfully dealt with the assimilation of competing, and in some cases conflicting, corporate cultures. In this respect alone it serves as an important contribution to the field of railway management, a subject that has received far less coverage than railway history.

Henry Posner III
Chairman
Railroad Development Corp.
Pittsburgh, PA

No serious student of the railroad industry can go without reading this book. I have also recently read (and recommended) Rush Loving's "The Men Who Loved Trains." As good as Loving's book was, I liked this book more. The book is well researched, well written and well organized...an easy and highly educational read. While focused on the evolution of the modern day BNSF (in a way, the western US counterpart to Loving's work), this book provides great insight into the entire contemporary rail industry in North America. Again, a must read for anyone interested in the rail industry.

Leadership: Texas Hold EM' Style is has excellent quotes, humor and what it means to be a leader. The best book on leadership I have read. The theories mentioned in the book is based on real world views and easy to understand how to apply the theories and ideas in your job. This book can be used in any organization.

I actually wrote a paper for a class and used this book as a reference and my professor enjoyed the ideass and bought the book to read for ideas to use for the management class next time.

I love the analagy to poker that is used. I love the chapters on teamwork, Morale, organization, change, and importance of being an excellent leader to follow. This book changes the way you look at leadership but also fun to read. There is an interactive website that is a great companion to the book. This book will be hard to top in leadership. I hope it this book receives an award for it's great information and writing.

I hope to see a sequel to this book out from Andrew Harvey
and Raymond E. Foster.

Wow...what a great book. As a consultant for career development and promotion, I read all the leadership materials I can get my hands on. The problem is, much of it is disappointing. It's too long; too theoretical; too convoluted; or just plain boring. Harvey & Foster created a leadership encyclopedia of sorts that is packed with the essentials of leadership. This book has all the basics: Delegation, Decision Making, Teamwork, and many more, but it also has valuable details on important elements of leadership that other books often overlook: Consistency (important), Accountability (one of the biggest problems with new generation employees), and How to fail. This book is well written and detailed, but concise in that it won't overwhelm the reader. It weaves the information through stories, definitions that are right on the money, great quotes, simple diagrams, and nice-to-know parallel information. This book serves as a great resource and will always be at an arm's reach for years to come.

Raymond Foster has demonstrated his knowledge of leadership very thoroughly in this book. Coming from the LAPD, he draws upon his experience as a mid-level manager by using humor and anecdotes so aspiring supervisors and managers can develop their individual skills. I am a retired police captin from Newark, NJ and wish I had the book during the promotional testing process. Now, I am using the book in my consulting practice--very relevant, very practical and an easy read!.

I write police promotional textbook exams and assessments for a living [...]. I'm always seeking out new and cutting edge books in the fields of police supervision, management and leadership.

So, I was very pleasantly surprised after I finished reading this unique leadership book. It presents an impressive amount of information on leadership in a fun and interesting format - with liberal use of relevant and humorous quotes, experiences and analogies. Your retention of the material will be extremely high because of the author's unique writing style and the attention-grabbing format. Both authors are highly qualified and experienced to present this material - but that's not the primary reason you should consider this book. If you are in law enforcement, entering law enforcement or looking to advance your law enforcement career, this book not only covers the basic leadrship experience in a way that is lively and interesting, it makes you relate to and almost experience the hardcore, daily struggle all law enforcement supervisors and managers have with how to select, train and "grow" quality law enforcement personnel.

It took a lot of guts to write a leadership book in such a unique format. And guts is what you'll need in Poker .. and in Leadership ... and this book, if nothing else, will make you see how you can embody these leadership skills.

Our book club selected this book, and it contained a wealth of interesting topics to discuss. We had one of our best discussions yet! Rebecca Meacham is a fresh new writer with wonderful talent. I highly recommend Let's Do!

This author brings each character in each story to life. It was like I knew them myself. The book was great and I highly reccommend it to anyone. I can't wait to read more from this new author.

I am not normally a fan of the short story genre -- usually short stories are all about plot or Some Grand Idea, and you have to let them go just when you're starting to get interested. Rebecca Meacham's stories are full of beautiful, knowable characters who draw you in from the first sentence and allow you to sit down, stay awhile, and learn something about someone who is, at least a little bit, just like you. Each story is complete, complex and satisfying, if sometimes heartbreaking and even devastating. It's the details about the characters that make the difference...the wry humor of a pregnant art teacher trying to hide her growing tummy while fending off possessive parents, the woman who is so nervous about socializing with her neighbor who has just lost a child that she rationalizes fixing a "quick Beam and Coke" before the party starts, the awful detail of an anorexic teenager planning every minute of a day. Meachem's insight into such vastly different human beings is amazing. I can't wait for more.

Let's Do is hands-down one of the best collections of short stories I've come across. The characters were described as people "we don't want to be" and yet, each of them evoked a measure of empathy as I read. The way they spoke and the things they thought were incredibly honest--a testimony to Meacham's talent. There is a frankness to her prose that is endearing. She isn't afraid to probe the raw spots of people's characters, however uncomfortable it may be. At the same time, the collection has its share of hilarious moments: thoughts and actions and mis-guided intentions that made me laugh out loud. This was a great holiday read. Enjoy!

Letters Home- A Soldier's Legacy provides the reader with an inside look at the life of a soldier through the letters of one man. The battles themselves are not the focus here, rather, it is an account of how one man found the strength and courage to go on through numerous letters home to family and friends. From training, through the early campaigns in Africa through the invasion of Italy, the war unfolds in a the personal story of a single officer. To have read his letters is to have known him.

"[This] poignant story is that of so many young men whose lives ended far too soon on a battlefield. Bill Rogers' letters capture the essence of World War II and the families who were caught up in it." Marilyn Grant--Montana the Magazine of Western History

What a privilege to read this intelligent,courageous young soldier's letters home. It is a rare opportunity to take a first hand look at the heart, soul and mind of the young American soldier during World War II. Historically, the letters validate American spirit, intelligence and valor. Bill Roger's letters are a national treasure. They are direct evidence of our national courage, honor, heart and hope. I wish every American had a copy of this very special book

"Rogers' letters and story are reflections of a time and experience...[he] was far more inquisitive, sensitive, and willing to share his thoughts and emotions than the average GI of World War II.... [The book] exhibits a freshness and honesty that are appealing...the work flows so nicely." Timothy K. Nenninger--Reviewer, University of Oklahoma Press

Deborah Lighfoot Sizemore's The LH7 Ranch: In Houston's Shadow is the fascinating and informative true story of a cattle range that has operated since 1907 and the venerable family who owned it. Men and women worked hard to keep up with ranch life, stand fast through the Great Depression and finally stand up to a conflict with the growing metropolis of Houston. Energetic and aptly researched, The LH7 Ranch is a most compelling and highly recommended slice of Texan-American regional history.

Having reviewed books for THE CATTLEMAN magazine for 30 years, I read with pleasure this well-crafted work about a ranch in a part of Texas not commonly associated with ranching and ranch life. The Marks LH7 Ranch was established at the end of the 19th century in an area only about 20 miles west of the center of Houston. The author was fortunate in her work because she was able to interview all four of rancher E.H. Marks' children. This gives her work an immediacy not allowed to some biographers.--Copyright 1992 K.E. Snyder, Friends of the Fort Worth (Texas) Public Library

I got the book for Christmas and read it in two days. I loved it! Boy, what a family! I do a combination of genealogy and local history writing in the vicinity of the old LH7 Ranch and was thrilled to see what the author had done in this book.

I especially enjoyed the women's part of it and the warmth and reality the author brought to the story. I hope it sells as well as it deserves to.