Sublime

Win came to see me with a question. I will never forget his words: “I love my father and my grandfather and the other men in my life. I appreciate what they have given me. But I don’t want to be them. How can I not be them?” I had waited all my teaching career for Win. He had been in my courses and those of my colleagues where a Being beyond the

Not handsome, exactly—in fact, he teetered on the edge of ugly: short and slightly stocky, with thinning black hair. But his skin was deeply tanned, as though he flew to the Mediterranean instead of the endless Minneapolis-Detroit-Chicago route, and his thick lips were sensual, his teeth startling white. He exuded a vitality and alertness that was

Gyre Carling

The crisis is precipitated.

RUSSELL WAS AN UNCONVENTIONAL GOVERNOR. He conducted gubernatorial business only until about four o’clock in the afternoon, and then, closing the door to his private office, began what, in his biographer’s words, “he considered his real work.” Part of that work was answering mail. Routine correspondence was disposed of by his assistants, but if a

Sunday Times reporter Virginia Cowles, who listed