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Gorgeous Secluded Gardens and Lush Green LandscapesReview Date: 2006-07-27

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Humorous outdoor essaysReview Date: 2000-11-26

A different Civil War storyReview Date: 2000-09-25
The focus is very narrow, but richly detailed. We only follow the events in Charleston. Who lived next to whom? What church did they go to? What school did they attend? Who did they marry?
This is a story of the `Civil War.' Told from the street level of Charleston between 1850 and 1870, it twists the `accepted story' presented by Hollywood. I'm used to the Civil War starting with the shelling of Fort Sumter and ending with Lee's surrender at Appomattox. This version of the `Civil War' starts with the Nat Turner rebellion and ends with the 15th amendment. Instead of the great establishment leaders like Jefferson Davis and Abraham Lincoln, this war is fought by people that won't abide with bondage. It is a war between slave owners and those they seek to dominate.
There is no talk of a Northern Army `freeing' people, the most prominent army unit mentioned is the 21st United States Colored Troops. The mayor of Charleston surrendered the city to them on February 18, 1865.
The book is organized into 7 chapters. The first two and last are narrative, the war story. Chapters 3 through 6 develop sub themes regarding how the winners of the war (remember, the Mayor surrendered to colored troops) went about establishing economic, educational and community institutions for `the New Day.'
The book is careful to bolster its case by retelling hundreds of stories pulled from contemporary sources; autobiographies, newspapers, government documents, etc. Anyone writing a civil war film script would find this book a welcome source of authentic street scenes.
Despite the bold title, the notion of `seizing liberty' is rather hidden in the multitude of individual stories recounted here. It's easy to read the book as a colorful recap of many small and disconnected efforts. I suspect this reflects the author's desire to maintain academic respectability. The story about Lee and Grant is, after all, the accepted version.

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An anthology of fifteen short storiesReview Date: 2004-11-12

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An entertaining read indeedReview Date: 2008-08-10


Great research opportunityReview Date: 2007-01-19

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Signals Poetry Book is a must haveReview Date: 2008-04-12
Between Home and History
BY CRAIG BRANDHORST
Free Times Issue #21.16 :: 04/16/2008
Ed Madden got home last Thursday at 3 a.m.
The USC English professor, activist and poet had a perfectly legitimate reason to be out so late, of course -- namely the mini-tour he had been on to promote his debut poetry collection, Signals, published last month by USC Press. In less than a week, Madden gave readings in Arkansas, Missouri and Oklahoma before wrapping up in Newport, Ark., where he conducted a writers' workshop for high school students at his alma mater.
According to emails from the road and subsequent comments made during a conversation at Flinn Hall, where Madden serves as associate director of Women's Studies, it was a gratifying trip. And tired as he claimed to be as he unlocked his third-floor office, fresh from a lengthy meeting across campus and toting a 3 p.m. bag lunch, he appeared no worse for the wear -- even as he mentioned another workshop he was scheduled to lead that evening.
"It's not typical," he assures me regarding his recently hectic schedule.
Maybe not, but there's no denying Madden's energy, which will have to sustain him through an upcoming home stand highlighted by events at Hunter-Gatherer (book launch party, 6-8 p.m. on Sunday), ifART (art show and reading on April 23 from 7 to 9 p.m.) and the S.C. Center for the Book (reading on April 29 at noon).
Winner of the third annual South Carolina Poetry Book Prize, sponsored by the South Carolina Poetry Initiative and judged this year by poet-playwright Afaa Weaver, Signals is a deceptively slim collection of deceptively spare poems, most written in couplets and tercets. And while certain motifs lend the collection an undeniable arc, and Madden's fascination with regional flora positions many of the poems within an obvious literary tradition, the poet himself defies quick categorization.
"I know one reviewer has already called me a nature poet," Madden says, "and I suppose there's some accuracy in that. But I'm more interested in how we remember, how our personal and cultural histories are part of how we see the world around us."
In Madden's case, these "personal and cultural histories" owe largely to the contemporary gay experience, though he also refers to the neglected histories of civil rights activists and long-dead slaves. Meanwhile, "the world around us" is essentially the American South. Signals does include poems set elsewhere (in "Flaneur," for example, two lovers hunt pottery and cuff links in a Paris flea market), but it is the rural Arkansas of Madden's childhood that lends the book its heart, and the political history of his adopted South Carolina that provides its retractable edge.
While local readers may be interested in Madden's swipes at Strom Thurmond ("Here, or the White Boy on the Bus") and the Confederate flag ("Confederates"), however, the poet is at his best in smaller moments.
"As an openly gay man, I know all too well that the personal is political," Madden explains. "Intimate relationships, friendships, domestic ritual, any of these may be political when who you are and how you love is a concern of the state."
This is nowhere more apparent than in the poem "Signals," in which the speaker and an unnamed companion stand outside Fort Moultrie, on Sullivan's Island, contemplating not the battlements, or even the loaded historical significance of Fort Sumter -- the "distant ruin" across the water -- but everything else that informs the moment. The poem's final three stanzas:
In the parking lot, we smell the marsh beyond us,
And the sweetness of the tea olive nearby.
A bare tree suddenly blossoms in blackbird --
Strange fruit shining in the morning sun.
A sulfur butterfly blows across the lawn.
The poem still addresses history, and its images are rich with political possibility, especially in context, but the immediate effect is a subtle one. Madden wants us to imagine the metaphorical possibilities of place, it seems, and from these to glimpse something otherwise unimaginable.
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Madden's work reveals Southern roots
Marjory Wentworth
Charleston :: Post and Courier :: Sunday, March 23, 2008
For the past three springs, the University of South Carolina Press has published a book of poems by the winner of the S.C. Poetry Book Prize. Previous winners are Ray McManus for "Driving Through the Country Before You Are Born" and Susan Meyers' award-winning book "Keep and Give Away." This year's winner is USC associate professor of English Ed Madden. "Signals" is Ed's first book-length collection.
Madden is a Southerner by birth, and he also was educated in the region. Like all of our great Southern writers, his poems are rooted in history, culture and landscape. A handful of the poems are set in Europe, but they still fit well into the overall structure. Almost every poem in the collection has a place name in the title. The imagery is so accomplished that the poems are like vivid snapshots in a photo album. Most of the poems are written in couplets, and this pattern creates a lyric unity that is enormously satisfying.
Objects are described in an almost sacred manner with an attention to detail that heightens our focus. It feels as though you are looking through a zoom lens, but everything is examined through this poet's eyes. Man-made objects literally take on the attributes of natural objects. In a poem called "Flaneur," which describes walking through a Paris flea market with his lover, Madden describes "a pearlescent jar in the afternoon sun,/the base blue, the crystalline glaze like ice,/like prisms in the hot August light."
"Signals" is essentially a beautiful collection of nature poems. Whether the poem is set in his native Arkansas, the South Carolina Lowcountry, or somewhere between, there is a reverence for place and the plants and animals that inhabit there. The book's title poem is about Fort Moultrie on Sullivan's Island, where Ed had a poetry residency a few years ago. Written much like a haiku, it is filled with immediate images and all the sights and sounds filling the air. It is fascinating to note that in this poem set at a fort, there are birds, trees, butterflies, the omnipresent sea, but only a brief mention of the smallest actual element of the fort: its flags. Its history is subtly buried in the description of what is found there, but nature transcends the passage of time and dominates.
Marjory Wentworth is South Carolina's poet laureate.
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Great MysteryReview Date: 2008-02-15
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From the Dust Jacket: Review Date: 2006-12-21

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Great way to start your businessReview Date: 2001-02-26
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Louisa Pringle Carmeron loves gardening and she grew up in the mysterious world of historic gardens in Charleston, South Carolina. She lives in an eighteenth-century house and joins Lauren Preller Chambers in the creation of this beautiful book.
Many of the gardens in this book cannot be seen from the street and are hidden behind ancient walls and are not open to the public. So this book is a taste of the wide variety of hidden paradise. Gardens include a Japanese Garden with delicate ferns, Italian themes with cypress reaching to the pale blue sky, Misty morning gardens near a Marsh, Herb gardens and Formal gardens with gothic style carriage houses.
The quaint house with jasmine growing over the mailbox attached to a white fence reveals a sense of care and beauty. Flowerboxes outside the windows add a sense of nostalgia. The lush foliage speaks of a more humid climate.
As you read this book you can imagine having picnics behind a walled garden or sipping tea on a greenhouse porch. Shaded benches and courtyards are all part of the charm. One of my favorite pictures is the courtyard with cedar trees and a fountain. The paving stones look very natural and you imagine the owners of the home must enjoy sitting out in the cooling shade in the summer.
~The Rebecca Review