James Joyce’s “Ulysses” has had two big strikes against its reputation ever since it was published in 1922. One is that it is a dirty book. This is a false and silly charge. Long ago the courts decided that it could be imported into the U.S. because it is not obscene, and anyone looking for stimulation by searching for the “good parts” is in for frustration. The other strike is that it is a difficult book. This charge is more accurate. “Ulysses” is certainly not a novel that is as accessible as “Gone with the Wind,” for instance.
It’s fair time! The Columbus Fair is a community event with a long history of showcasing farm and home products. This year’s fair at the Columbus Fairgrounds on Highway 69 South begins Tuesday, Sept.15, and runs through Saturday, Sept. 19. Youth groups such as Future Farmers of America and 4-H Clubs, as well as adult groups in the area, exhibit their handmade or homegrown items which are judged for ribbon placement.
With the transfer of the fabled leather harness from father to son during pregame festivities Sept. 5 at Davis-Wade Stadium, Mississippi State University’s new bulldog mascot Champ stepped into a role he was born to assume.
The Columbus Art Council’s annual Starving Artist Show will be held Nov. 8 through the month of December at the Rosenzweig Arts Center, 501 Main St. This popular, eclectic show features a compilation of artwork from area artists and is an opportunity for non-resident artists of the RAC to showcase their work.
The much-anticipated fourth season of Mississippi State University’s Riley Center in Meridian is off and running. Launched with a quickly sold-out appearance by B.B. King in September, the 2009-2010 season is filled with music and theatrical performances for adults as well as children.
This week, Columbus reached out to characters, hysterical and frightened, chic and social, both on-stage and off. The Tennessee Williams Tribute and Tour of Victorian Homes presented a wealth of plays, lectures, tours, luncheons and elegant evenings.
The last living Mississippian of the 101st Airborne’s legendary World War II Band of Brothers enjoys sitting quietly on his front porch in Caledonia, listening to his birds hold court in branches overhead.
You can bet that Bill Streever likes cold better than you do. After all, standing in his swimming shorts in wind, rain and a chill of 51 degrees, he plunges into the 35-degree water of Prudhoe Bay, 300 miles above the Arctic Circle, for five minutes.
Whether it’s football or soccer games, cheerleader or dance team practice, civic meetings or simply long days at the office, most families are on the run more often than they like. The frenetic pace often dooms family time around the table or kitchen counter.
At last week’s charrette, one of the questions posed to us was a form of “what would you like to have in Columbus that you don’t already have?” Among various responses was this one: “A good breakfast place.”
Recently I was talking with a friend from Jackson who told me she was keeping her pre-school grandson. He had taken her cell phone when he went outside to play. When she got after him about it, he protested that he had to have it in order to call for help if he got kidnapped.
The ninth day, of the ninth month, of the ninth year of the century. This cosmic repetition makes an ordinary Wednesday seem somehow quite important. It is as if the calendar is telling us something of great significance. “Pay attention!” it says. “I am repeating this for a reason.”
For the third year in a row, the Columbus-Lowndes Public Library will present an exhibit in conjunction with the Tennessee Williams Tribute and Tour of Victorian Homes. The exhibit, titled “Tennessee Williams: Columbus Native, American Master,” displays an eclectic assortment of posters, playbills, and promotional materials, some of which are even signed by some of the most accomplished and renowned legends of the stage and screen. The exhibit will run only through the month of September.
Given his druthers, Southern Cruisers Car Club member Jimmy Terry of West Point would probably spend all his days bringing old cars back to life, transforming them inside and out into the powerful, gleaming machines they once were.
“I’ve learned some things: Don’t ask, ‘Why me?’ and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” said Reed Andrews Monday, sitting immobile in a medical clinic in Tupelo, as he does eight hours a day, four days a week, while receiving chemotherapy.
With about 72 hours left on the SEC season count-down clock, tailgate pros and red-shirt rookies alike are looking forward to major game day munchies. For many, a game is not a game unless a tailgate spread precedes it.
In 1784, the Empress of China, an American ship bearing American ginseng, sailed to China for trade. It was the first time the new nation had tried such trade, and the Americans did not know what to expect, for instance, in what they might be served at dinners. It was all well if they ate with the British or Portuguese who were already trading there, but dining with the Chinese would have been a problem.
Perfect Portland. That’s what my family calls it, this beautiful jewel of a city on the edge of our continent. I am here visiting my family. My sister, Victoria, and her husband, Rich, were transferred here. In the term “upwardly mobile,” the emphasis is on “mobile.” Mother followed a few years later to be with her only grandchild, Gillian. My mother’s generation reproduced.
My recurring dream has been recurring. Surprisingly, I’ve found that it’s a pretty common dream, a fact that gives me some comfort as to the state of my mental health. There are three variations all centered around my college days: I can’t find my classroom; have lost my class schedule; or a professor drops a three-page final exam on my desk that I have not prepared for and have no hope of passing.
“I was just this fat, little kid who loved him,” Colin Linden chuckles, reliving his first encounter at age 11 with the inimitable bluesman Howlin’ Wolf in Toronto, Ontario. The seven-time Juno Award winner’s voice travels, accessible and warm, via phone from Nashville.