About the Cover
Our cover design by John Pickard features “Nuestra Señora de las Iguanas” by photographer Graciela Iturbide.
Iturbide is one of Mexico’s foremost contemporary photographers. Among her best-known works is Juchitán of Women, a decade-long project begun in 1979 that documented the Zapotec Indians.
Iturbide was born in Mexico City in 1942. After studying filmmaking, she moved into still photography and eventually apprenticed with Mexico’s greatest photographer, Manuel Alvarez Bravo. Solo exhibitions and retrospectives of her work have appeared throughout the world.
Photograph courtesy of Graciela Iturbide.
Special thanks to the International Center of Photography for its assistance.
Summer! Glorious to be upon us, yet certainly not as quiet, as restful as in days of yore. Or is that merely a halcyon illusion? I suspect I’m not alone when I confess that in recent years I’ve had precious little time for precious “free reading” during the winter months. Summer allows at least brief pockets of respite, for me and, I hope, for our readers.
A perfect time to catch up on Kenyon Reviews set aside for just such a moment. And in this issue alone there is plenty to while away a glorious afternoon—or a rainy evening, for that matter. I generally shy away from praising this poem or that essay, some particular story or review in these pages. Playing favorites is unfair, and misleading as well. We’ve spent many hours assembling this selection. Worthwhile submissions have reluctantly been turned away. So those that appear in these pages are deserving indeed. If I mention that Rod Mengham returns with his fascinating essay on Bruno Schulz, for example, that’s in no way a slight to Jeffrey Meyers’s terrific “The Savage Experiment” or Matt Donovan’s “Dew Point.” See the problem?
Speaking of welcoming back: we’re so glad to salute Alice Fulton and Frank Gaspar, Rodney Jones, Stanley Plumly, a translation of Adam Zagajewski, and Jennifer Militello too.
Can’t do better when it comes to stories than Ron Carlson. But Rachel Cantor and Jennifer duBois, and still wonderful others more—wow.
Then there’s the challenge of just where to settle yourself to the task. Hammocks are good. Lawn chairs. Just the beach, any beach, would be OK. Truth be told, I’m just fine with the comfortably padded chair in my sunny window.
Ah, but will you carefully fold back the beautiful KR cover, or read us on the iPad or Kindle, perhaps a laptop where you can access KROnline as well. (Sigh—twenty years ago I’d have snapped a #2 pencil before accessing access as a verb). Of only one thing am I convinced amidst the ceaseless surge of electronic devices—that no single reading machine will satisfy all our imagined needs or desires anytime soon. Despite all chatter and chips, the printed page won’t be fading into obsolescence anytime soon.
— D. H. L.