Letter to the Reader:

Let Me Tell You a Story

I have spent much time lately--glad indeed that I now have the time and inner space to think about such things—pondering the very nature of what we at The Neworld Review are really doing.

In the “good old days,” a surly bunch of malcontents would gather somewhere in a seedy bar in the part of town no one with good sense wanted to go to after dark. Soon, after many cigarettes, countless glasses of booze, and who knows what else, someone would finally say, “Fuck this, let’s start out own fucking magazine! Who needs them anyway?”

And thus, yet another literary magazine was born.

Before the emergence of the Internet, magazine publishers had the good fortune to know who was reading their literary efforts. So the current question is, in the world of the Internet, with millions of readers at the ready, who is really reading you, and why?

I just hope, in the end, that we at The Neworld Review can be both James Brown and Homer at the same time. I know that may seem a strange juxtaposition, but let me tell you a little story to help explain that last statement.

One evening, in what seems, as I think back on it, only a few short years ago, I was covering yet another entertainment sponsored event as a journalist at the Hard Rock Café in Beverly Hills.

I turned to my friend and colleague, Steve Ivory.

“Do you remember eons ago,” I said, in a deeply cynical voice, filled with a profound sense of war-weariness at the ho-hum of all of it, “when we were covering an event, much like this, with James Brown and a room full of stars of all kinds. And, in five, ten, fifteen years, event after event, it was always you and me, James Brown, and a room full of ever changing stars.

“Now, here we are again, James Brown and us, and who the hell are these other people!?”

Steve cracked up, with tears forming in his eyes.

And by his laughter, I knew with absolute certainty that we both understood the same thing: stars come and go, and few are remembered, or are thought about after their series ends, or their records stop being listened to. But a precious few, like the great James Brown, could last into the centuries.

This also goes for serious writers. They can escape the cruel fate of obscurity, and like Homer, or other creative writers who created great works of art that we are willing to commit life and limb to defend--live in the collective memory as long as there are human beings on this earth.

***

When I lived in Hollywood on Bronson Avenue, right across from the huge Scientology Celebrity Center, the manager of my apartment building pulled my coat one day to say something I should have already thought much about, as I moaned and groaned to him about not being able to sell by first novel.

“Just remember,” he said, “a book does not become unwritten.”

That insight, given to me by someone I barely knew, changed my life forever; and showed me, as if I didn’t already know, but had never been able to put so succinctly, why I, and many of the people who work with me, do what we do.

Enjoy this issue of Neworld Review.


Fred Beauford

Editor-in-Chief
/Publisher



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Neworld Review
Vol. 4 No 20 - 2011

Editor-in-Chief
/Publisher

Fred Beauford

Art Director

Bernie Rollins

Managing Editor

Margaret Johnstone

Editor-at-Large

Jan Alexander

Senior Editor

Jill Noel Shreve

Online Managing Editor

Richard D. O'Brien

Director of Photography

Kara Fox

Contributing Writers


Jane M McCabe: History
Loretta H. Campbell
Sarah Vogelsong
Janet Garber
Sally Cobau
Michael Carey
Katherine Tomlinson
Brenda M. Greene
Lindsey Peckham: Art Beat
Molly Moynahan: A Writers' World

The Neworld Review is a publication of Morton Books, Inc. Rob Morton, President/CEO, in cooperation with Baby Mogul Productions, 123 Town Square Place, Suite 384, Jersey City, N.J. 07310, 201-761-9084.

Material in this publication may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Opinions expressed by contributors do not necessarily reflect the views of the publishers.

Manuscripts should be accompanied by a self-stamped envelope. Online submissions are accepted at [email protected].

Neworld Review cannot be held responsible for unsolicited photographs or manuscripts.

All correspondence to:

Fred Beauford

Editor-in Chief/Publisher

123 Town Square Place,
Suite 384,

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This Month's Articles

LETTER TO THE EDITOR

Dear Fred:

I happened to find your memoir about Edenwald one day when I was searching for "Edenwald" online. I was a "housing assistant" for NYCHA in Edenwald in 1978-79, not the best job in my life by a long shot. At any rate, I really enjoyed your story, and I myself am a fan of '50s R&B; and do-wop. But I think you give the mistaken impression that in the '50s, Edenwald was all black. Speaking to the remaining old-timers when I worked there, my impression was that in those years it had large numbers of whites, blacks and Hispanics at the same time, and that included young people as well.

Edenwald, from the very beginning, was considered a "low-income project"; Parkside and Pelham Parkway were considered "middle-income projects." The white people who lived in Edenwald in the 1950s, I believe, were real hard-core working-class, definitely not middle-class, a lot like the Irish and Italian friends you described.

Raanan Geberer, ex-Marble Hill, ex-Co-op City

Ed note: You are quite right Mr. Geberer, and thanks for writing. If you look at other chapters in my memoir …and Mistakes Made Along the Way, you will see that I indicated that the Bronx, and the Edenwald projects, were not the deeply segregated New York City we know today.

ESSAY

In the Basement of the Ivory Tower: Confessions of an Accidental Academic

By Professor X


A tale of two accidental professors


An essay by Fred Beauford


This is an essay about two "accidental academics" with two very different experiences in such a role. Although I once shared many of the problems Professor X writes about in his first book, including standing in front of many college students who hated the written word, I didn't start in the basement of academia as he, but far upstairs, in the elevated tower of academe.

In 1975, I started teaching in the Department of Journalism at the University of Southern California (USC), a school then best known internationally for its.....Read More



PORTFOLIO

Portfolio

by Kara Fox


Thanksgiving traditionally brings warm feelings of appreciation. I now add Tobey Cotson Victor to my 'appreciation' list!

We met at a friend's 'night after Thanksgiving dinner.' The evening, laden with panini, sweet potato fries, creamed spinach, freshly baked pies and burnt caramel ice cream, became even more glorious as I feasted on Tobey's stunning images from India.

Her gift of capturing the moment and her skill in enhancing the image yields photographs that were beautiful when first taken. And then, with her discerning eye and capabilities in re-touching, Tobey transformed these images into the highest level of photographic art.

Tobey has been taking photos since High School.  She began with.....Read More



REVIEWING

Playwright, Poet and Activist, Sonia Sanchez


I’m Black When I’m Singing, I’m Blue When I’m Not and Other Plays

“There are few writers alive who have created a body of work that both teaches and celebrates life, even at its darkest moments.”

Haki Madhubuti, “Sonia Sanchez, The Bringer of Memories”

by Brenda M Greene


sonia sanchez

At the Split the Rock Celebration of Langston Hughes, sponsored by the Association of Writing Conference in Washington DC, Sarah Browning, poet and Director of Split This Rock and DC Poets Against the War, introduced Sonia Sanchez as “a mighty, mighty poet.” These words symbolize the persona of Sonia Sanchez, a woman who is a mighty poet, playwright, teacher and literary activist and who over the last five decades has provided generations of writers, artists, young people and students with poetry, prose and actions that critically examine the impact of politics, race, homophobia, war, violence and class struggle on the lives of people within this nation and within our global society. 

“Our country is founded on revolution,” Sanchez reminded the audience at the tribute to Langston Hughes. “Engagement in the struggle for peace and freedom is important to the survival of.....Read More



REVIEWING

Say Her Name

by Francisco Goldman


May Her Memory Be a Blessing


Reviewed by Janet Garber


Is it every writer’s dream – I know it’s mine – to hover overhead as someone near and dear sifts through our bottom drawer and rescues our hastily scribbled poems, our tattered diaries, and a half-baked manuscript or two, posthumous fame being better than no fame.

  

Francisco Goldman, in Say Her Name, mounts a towering memorial to the life and works of his young wife whose promising academic and writing career was cut short when she lost her life in a freak accident at age 30. Not only does he resurrect.....Read More



SHORT STORY

John Wayne Vs. "Willie" Shakespeare

by Alejandro Grattan


The following tale is at least partially true, though the anecdote within the story might well be undiluted horse manure. The reader will draw his own conclusions. It happened many years ago on a snowy Christmas Eve in a small town in the high country of northern New Mexico.

I had been involved in the production of a TV series called The Bearcats, which featured a couple of gringos (played by Rod Taylor and Dennis Cole) who roam around Mexico in a Stutz-Bearcat during the time of Pancho Villa and the Mexican Revolution.

The TV show’s cast and crew had been granted a furlough to return to LA to spend Christmas with their families, but since I had no family, I stayed on in New Mexico to save myself the plane fare.

The town I was holed up in .....Read More



REVIEWING

Under the Sun: The Letters of Bruce Chatwin

Elizabeth Chatwin and Nicholas Shakespeare, eds.


Reviewed by Sarah Vogelsong


Like most great writers, Bruce Chatwin, the famed British author of In Patagonia and The Songlines, did not set out to become a man of letters—somewhere along the way, it just happened. Although he came to be known for his wide-ranging travels, Chatwin’s career began somewhat incongruously, at Sotheby’s auction house in London. Neither the position nor the institution suited him. Much later in life, he noted to a friend, that “everything about the firm filled me with claustrophobia and disgust.” Nevertheless, Under the Sun: The Letters of Bruce Chatwin, holds up the author’s life for view in the same way that .....Read More



NOVEL

The African Gentleman


…and The Plot to Re-establish The New World Order


A Novel by Fred Beauford


Chapters 18-23


The African Gentleman

…and The Plot to Re-establish The New World Order
 
A Novel by Fred Beauford

18

I have been constantly pondering lately, for reasons I am not quite sure of, Gladys’ sad passage about the love-starved old Jewish man; maybe, because in a few years, that could be me? I still missed Liz Gant, and was still not sure about where this relationship with Gladys was going. I had to acknowledge that this was made-up drama—nowhere near the very real drama my friend Assai was facing.

And now, I was also beginning to feel the fall-out.

Word quickly spread around our office that checks were bouncing .....Read More



ART BEAT

Art Beat- April 2011

by Lindsey Peckham


Elizabeth Murray: Painting in the Seventies, at the Pace Gallery


The impression that Elizabeth Murray’s work left on me was strong: there is an enormous duality to the exhibit now at the Pace Gallery (the one on 25th Street). Her use of color ranges from the dark and subtle to bright and geometric. Being that this is the first exhibit of hers at Pace following her passing in 2007, I can’t ignore the historical aspect of this show. It seems to suggest a strong but conflicted artist, who was working in a time of unprecedented experimentation and artistic freedom. One of only four female artists to have had a retrospective dedicated.....Read More



REVIEWING

Dirtdobber Blues

by Cyril E. Vetter


Reviewed by Michael Carey


Cyril E. Vetter is a successful businessman with several accomplishments in the entertainment industry. He has recently added Dirtdobber Blues to his list. It is a novel dedicated to the memory of his old friend, Charles “Butch” Hornsby, who was amongst other things, a musician and an artist.

This fictionalized version of Butch’s life is told in episodes that paint a charming and touching picture of the man Cyril knew so well.

We’ve all had a friend (or friends, if we’re lucky) whose zest for life, friends, and.....Read More



MEMOIR

My Nine Lives – A Memoir of Many Careers in Music

by Leon Fleisher and Anne Midgette


Reviewed by Jane M McCabe


Since opening an art gallery in Taft, California, one of my favorite things to do is to listen to music while I paint. In so doing, I’ve come to a new appreciation of my collection of classical music and jazz. So, when a musician friend recommended the book she had just read, a memoir by Leon Fleisher, the well-known American pianist and conductor, I wanted to delve.....Read More