Let's Hear It: Stories by Texas Women WritersSylvia Ann Grider, Lou Halsell Rodenberger "Fig newtons" of the imagination and of memory abound in this marvelous collection of twenty-two stories by Texas women. "Fig newtons" such as the magical moment when a dying grandmother teaches Sue Ellen to dance, the red shoes Tammy the Tupperware Princess dons in New Orleans, the yellow thread needed to put Sue Tidwell's quilt together, or weekends of escape and sisterhood spent in El Paso's McCoy Hotel. The stories chosen here--and introduced and placed in their historical and literary context by editors Sylvia Ann Grider and Lou Halsell Rodenberger--together weave a story of their own: the story of women's writing in the Lone Star State. From 1865, when a prescient science fiction work was serialized in the Galveston newspaper, until the present, women have written of a different Texas than the stereotypical Wild West of men's writing. Beverly Lowry, Carolyn Osborn, Annette Sanford, Denise Chavez, Katherine Anne Porter, Judy Alter, Joyce Gibson Roach, and others have told a range of stories that capture the range of circumstances, feelings, and experiences Texas women have known and lived. As Susan Wiltshire Ford writes in "The Quilt," "any grief was bearable if you could tell a story about it or make a story out of it." Texas women have borne grief and laughter, hope and memory by telling a story. Let's hear it. |
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... things . " Southwest Review , originally established in 1915 at the University of Texas as The Texas Review , moved to Southern Methodist University in 1924 and , under its new name , occasionally published short stories along with nu ...
... things . " Southwest Review , originally established in 1915 at the University of Texas as The Texas Review , moved to Southern Methodist University in 1924 and , under its new name , occasionally published short stories along with nu ...
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... Thing and Other Sto- ries . As Ruth Cross and Dorothy Scarborough had before her , Erdman found writing short stories a lucrative and convenient bridge to a more desirable ca- reer as a novelist and creative writing teacher . Of the ...
... Thing and Other Sto- ries . As Ruth Cross and Dorothy Scarborough had before her , Erdman found writing short stories a lucrative and convenient bridge to a more desirable ca- reer as a novelist and creative writing teacher . Of the ...
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... Thing and Other Stories , appeared in 1940 ; and Katherine Anne Porter had two major collections published before 1950 , Pale Horse , Pale Rider : Three Short Novels ( 1939 ) and The Leaning Tower and Other Stories ( 1944 ) . In 1954 ...
... Thing and Other Stories , appeared in 1940 ; and Katherine Anne Porter had two major collections published before 1950 , Pale Horse , Pale Rider : Three Short Novels ( 1939 ) and The Leaning Tower and Other Stories ( 1944 ) . In 1954 ...
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... Thing about Death . Increased recognition of excellence in the work of Texas women writ- ers won fellowship grants from the National Endowment for the Arts for a number of short - story authors . Jane Roberts Wood also received support ...
... Thing about Death . Increased recognition of excellence in the work of Texas women writ- ers won fellowship grants from the National Endowment for the Arts for a number of short - story authors . Jane Roberts Wood also received support ...
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... things . I do not , as I said before , at all doubt that such a country existed , nay , that it played a very important part in the world's history for quite a long period . I do not dispute the existence of a flag or national en- sign ...
... things . I do not , as I said before , at all doubt that such a country existed , nay , that it played a very important part in the world's history for quite a long period . I do not dispute the existence of a flag or national en- sign ...
Contents
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Winifred Balch Mahon Sanford | 135 |
Katherine Anne Porter | 154 |
Margaret Cousins | 165 |
Annette Sanford | 275 |
Joyce Gibson Roach | 293 |
Sunny Nash | 311 |
Denise Chavez | 323 |
Susan Ford Wiltshire | 341 |
Betty Holland Wiesepape | 349 |
Judith MacBain Alter | 361 |
Jan Epton Seale | 374 |
Loula Grace Erdman | 183 |
Jane Gilmore Rushing | 197 |
Beverly Lowry | 214 |
Carolyn Osborn | 231 |
Laverne Harrell Clark | 248 |
Leslie Jill Patterson | 388 |
Short Story Collections by Texas Women Writers | 403 |
Major Collections of Texas Short storm Containing Stories by Texas Women | 407 |
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Page 164 - She screamed in her sleep and sat up crying for deliverance from her torments. Dicey came, her cross, sleepy eyes half-closed, her big dark mouth pouted, thumping the floor with her thick bare feet. "I swear," she said, in a violent hoarse whisper. "What the matter with you? You need a good spankin, I swear! Wakin everybody up like this ..." Miranda was completely subjugated by her fears. She had a way of answering Dicey back. She would say, "Oh, hush up, Dicey." Or she would say, "I don't have to...
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Page 156 - This constant exercise of memory seems to be the chief occupation of my mind, and all my experience seems to be simply memory, with continuity, marginal notes, constant revision and comparison of one thing with another. Now and again thousands of memories converge, harmonize, arrange themselves around a central idea in a coherent form, and I write a story.